Life such as water

The warm sunshine skimmed over the slightly wrinkled water surface, and the clear and crystal water bloomed with blurred and moving luster. I lifted him up cautiously, so soft and fragile that I was afraid that it would suddenly fall and turn into smoke. Through its bright body, I clearly saw myself. Therefore, I was confused: Am I water, or is water me? Water flows in our bodies in the form of life, and human skin and hair are vivid and energetic because of water. A person’s body is like a wave, which depicts the trajectory of life. Only when there are waves can there be progress. It seems that we are destined to have an inseparable connection with water. In other words, essentially, people are very similar to water. The water is fragile and broken when touched, and the gentle sunshine easily makes it disappear without a trace. However, water is the strongest and strongest. Look at the rolling water falling from the high cliff, like the earth falling down, thunderous. The momentum was overwhelming, like millions of troops taking the lead. Nature’s most powerful weapon flood, wherever it goes, everything will be drowned and destroyed. However, water with extremely fast flow rate can cut iron as mud and be indestructible. Looking back on people, people are also like this. The French thinker Pascalle once sighed: Man is the most vulnerable thing in nature. One breath and one drop of water are enough to kill him. However, man is always much more noble than the things he lives in. Man can be easily destroyed, but he has the same great power that cannot be ignored as water. He can dominate nature, make the world change dramatically, and even destroy the whole earth. People can flow in the human body and live around the water. Water is the backbone of human beings, and human beings are the heart of water. People are water, and water is also human. So, what kind of pool do you have? Are you as clear, smart and elegant pure water as Tao Yuanming and Qu Yuan, or are you like Li Hongzhi polluting others’ sewage with your own turbidity? Perhaps, are you like Guan Zhong and Zhuge Liang who have their own activities and will promote others? Perhaps, like Lin Xiangru, are you tolerant of others’ broad-minded seawater? It is also possible that you are water like Goujian which can bend and stretch and solidify into ice when the time is ripe. The cool and spiritual water slided slowly through my fingers, so kind. Because I know that there is something in our body and soul that is closely connected and affects each other. Life is like water, water is like life. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Osmanthus long

Close your eyes, in the soothing music, the busy heart for many days suddenly felt much quiet. However, I vaguely felt something was missing. Thinking carefully, it turned out that there was no fragrance of osmanthus in the yard for a long time. At this time, it should be the season of sweet osmanthus fragrance. The eight-month osmanthus fragrance. I remember that at this time in previous years, the osmanthus tree in the old house was already full of flowers, golden, fine flowers, little by little, and the whole yard was immersed in the leisurely fragrance overnight, which made people intoxicated. At this moment, I seemed to hear the sound of the Golden osmanthus blossom again. Although it was so subtle, it was the sound of nature. After an autumn rain, there will be golden flowers falling under the cinnamon tree, which is very poetic. In my impression, I once wrote a little poem, saying: there is Jiamu in the atrium, and I have never known it for years. Last night a open, fragrance time fast enough. After moving here in last March, the osmanthus tree was also transplanted and settled in the small garden of the new yard. Half a year later, perhaps because of the acclimatization, the cassia tree died unexpectedly. It was a pity for everyone to see it. Even so, I couldn’t bear to remove the dead tree, hoping that it could come back to life and grow new branches and leaves again. Now it seems that this is just a beautiful dream. In the past, Liu moved to Hannan; Now I see it shake down, sorrowful Jiangtan. Trees, like this, ren he yi kan. Perhaps, it was transplanted out of kindness and unwillingness to discard it at the beginning. Unexpectedly, things went against their wishes. I think if it is still in the old house, even if there is no one to maintain it, it will still be luxuriant and blooming. Some people say that sometimes love is also a kind of hurt, which makes sense. Nowadays, around the cinnamon trees, the Chinese rose flowers planted are blooming, but unfortunately the fragrance is far away. Under the Moonlight, there was silence, only autumn insects were singing low. The cinnamon tree is still standing in the garden, as if thinking and recalling the prosperity of previous years. The Chinese rose around is guarding it silently, although it has already dried up. In the night breeze and trance, I vaguely smelt the fragrance of osmanthus which I had not seen for a long time. It was really refreshing …… maybe, it was a sweet dream. Oh, I hope this osmanthus will never fade in my dream. —– I can’t stop talking, the other side can reach! 2012.9.23 night Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Looking back on the youth with broken wings

The scars which were ridged with holes were raised reluctantly, and the wings of looking back at youth were broken slowly. The Cold Light, which seemed to be intentionally and unintentionally, slowly kissed my skin. The contemptuous smile and the Filar pain cut off the sad memory of being at a loss, and the stream of consciousness filled with clouds was scared on the beach. The strong stubbornness bit through the rude and overbearing throat, and a purple mandala flower grew wildly on the weeds in the heart. The oblique seal on the blade engraved the lost youth, and the bright red stamens were filled with clear young tears. Ignoring the emotional thinking approaching the steep cliff, the ellipsis suddenly stayed here sadly. Looking back at the youth sigh, stranded in the confusion gap between spring and autumn; The broken wings are like snow season, cold and pale peripheral nerve. That round of rising round moon gave out soft light; The neon lights lined with sorrow were so clear-cut. The fragrance came from the distance, and the faint and ethereal became a song. Sighing and voicing are depressing and depressing in the dead corner. Whose lips kiss wake up the sleepy emotion? And hypnotize the throbbing soul softly. The lazy mood woke up from the silence and ignited the passion never seen before in the space. Stay Young Emerald and beautiful, waiting for this land of Holy Spirit. The loneliness of the past was a little decadent in the shuttle, and the light fur horse recited the feeling of youth’s sorrow? Folding fan waving alone on a floor, unspoken! Looking forward to the future, who knows where is the boundary of youth? Where should it be? In fact, who knows whose youth wings have already been broken? Who knows who is tired of youth? Who is willing to stay in the pure castle of childhood? Wind, wind, you blow and break my youth wings, the scar oozing blood; It is an important chapter that will never be obliterated in my life books, and a history that will never be forgotten in my life. In the season of youth and ignorance, there is no emotion that I am eager to move; Loneliness and loneliness have filled my heart. Enclosed in the country of my own fantasy, placed in a beautiful dream, tirelessly doing curtain after curtain and enjoying the moonlight with Qing lying in the orchid boat. Fall crazily fall crazily numb crazily, because the beautiful corners of youth are full of deep stabbing pain that has nothing to do with love. It is said that life needs to be strong to have sunshine, and the long world of mortals needs to bear to enjoy. Silent shouting and longing, silent sigh and depression; But my youth was severely broken in this tired struggle and tangled heartbreak. This situation not romantic, this situation not clove Changchun. The autumn leaves are drifting and falling, a tree is melancholy, and the curling helplessness breaks the Wall marketing entanglement; The flowers bloom and fade, playing the string breaks, who listens to the lonely pain. The shadow which was on the verge of despair hung in the ethereal, and the youth sadness which could not be concealed flew and fell in the eyes; The crush was in the palm and the moon was shocked. The unreachable hope and promise remained in the heart sea, and burst out a long sigh. Who is ferry for life at the end of youth? The regretless navigation lights disappeared in the cloud and mist, and the creases on the eyebrows were filled with slight sadness. At the moment when I turned around, I heard the shallow sigh of the wings of youth; I could not forget the purple melancholy and the sad eyes. I really want to shake off the childish dust and weave a beautiful dream of flying. Pretend to be reserved smile, play the youth scenery; Spread the calm of the water. Is that youth story? It stirs up the floc that has not moved for a long time in my heart. The gaunt torture grinds the moon with sigh, and the cold wind gradually corrodes the beauty and purity of youth. The paper umbrella spinning in the rain cannot cover the sunset glow in the West. Step on the tail of passing youth, restrain rage and injustice; Tend to be indifferent mood intimate smile. Touching the bright sadness, the rose in full bloom has your beautiful oath. Through my scarred thoughts and emotions, I only closed the youth with broken wings which passed away from the fireworks in the abyss under the sea. Tidy up the chaotic mood, unbridled to show the handsome red life in the years. Indulged in the flowery scenery on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, the vigorous temperament was graceful and romantic instantly. At this time, your hair infected a pool of blue lotus and the moonlight was beautiful; It was gorgeous in my heart. Seal up the youth with broken wings, you gently pull me around and face your eyes; Let the warmth flow with bright and gorgeous tenderness. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…