Green

I like to be alone, and I like to walk alone in the quiet mountain forest to induce the refreshing pine fragrance. I like to be alone in the colorful sea of flowers, looking for the delight of talking. I prefer listening to the sound of the rain in the rain to find the natural seclusion endowed by nature in the rain. So there was a wet figure in the path in the rain, a muddy foot nest in the garden, a stop in the birds to listen to the charm of singing, and the green tree made up its mind to wait and see the crazy madman in the rain, strolling on the path between the wet shade and the forest, a burst of pine incense came along with the slow summer wind, the scent passed by with the wet breeze, and the green waves lifted the deep shallow green waves with the summer wind in the rain, the Cedar and green trees surrounded by wind and rain, waves of light green, emerald green and dark green surged up with green waves of different levels, just like the waves reflected by the rippling sea under the sun, hanging in the boundless sea of rain. Dark green, emerald green and light green set off the falling branches in the rain, and the summer wind swept over the falling flower heads suddenly, jumping on the undulating green sea layer by layer. In the wind and rain, the tall buildings in small cities stand in the ups and downs of green waves, just like the Mirage in the dream. Carefully consider the branches and leaves in the rain. The branches are green in spring, the branches are green in summer, the branches are dark green in winter, and the branches are yellow green in autumn. From the root to the tip, a pine strip breeds the motivation of deliberately waiting for the winter, the charm of blooming flowers in spring, the tension of the sun and rain, and the storage power of wind and frost. A small branch shows the infinite charm of nature in spring, summer, autumn and winter. The rain and dew gathered little by little on the tip of the fine pine needle, which tasted dull, from the size of the crystal clear tip to the size of mung beans, gradually could not bear the support of the air and slipped down quietly, hurry to kiss the Earth that nurtures it. When I was in a daze, a kingfisher chirped as if he found someone had occupied its airspace, swept past the branches, and the rain and dew pounding on the treetop fell on my infatuated face, the mouth-opening product smashed the cool, sweet and smooth rain and dew, which made my heart cool and calm. In an instant, the whole world was emerald green, the cold and cold silly goods hit the rose flowers blooming with red and pink beside the path. I saw the flower heads in the rain falling low, bearing the delicate flower branches as if they were deliberately ready to go, gradually, the flower head kissed the Earth, and instantly put the rain and dew accumulated on its branches into mother’s arms. Suddenly, it was like a sharp arrow piercing the sky full of rain curtain, seeking for the sun covered by haze for several days, to undertake a little rain and dew, and then put it into Mother Earth’s arms and hands like a brush in hand, just like a rice paper in front of us. Flower Blue, Vine yellow, egret, Rouge, three green… have been mixed into colorful colors. Light a pen of soft green, draw two emerald green leaves, write three dark green branches, paint four or five pink and crumbling flowers, and scatter dozens of fluttering raindrops, there are several kingbirds hanging in the sky and stepping on branches, several straight cedar trees are cracked, and a freehand brushwork painting of flowers and birds in the rain quietly appears in my heart. It smells the natural law that spring belongs to Wood, summer is fire, autumn is golden, winter is water, and soil is flourishing. The Moon of Meng Chun; The east wind is thawed, the dormant insects begin to shake, the fish are frozen, the otters offer fish, the geese are in the north, and the plants are sprouting. The Moon of Zhongchun: the peach begins to bloom, the pale Geng (yellow warbler) sings, the eagle turns into a dove, the mysterious bird (Swallow) arrives, and the Thunder sounds and starts to call. The Moon of Ji Chun: Tong Shihua, vole turned into Mandarin (ru)(quail), The Rainbow began to see that Ping was like a child, singing the Dove and brushing its feather, Dai Sheng fell to Mulberry. The Moon of Meng Xia: The Mole (frog) is singing, and the worm is coming out; The King melon is coming out, the bitter herbs are showing, the grass is dead, and the wheat autumn is coming. Midsummer moon: Mantis is born, Bolu is singing, tongue is silent, antler is dissolved, cicada begins to sing, and Pinellia is born. The month of summer season: the warm wind comes, crickets live on the wall, Eagles begin to grow, and rotten grass is Fireflies. Soil run mattress department, it will go when it rains heavily. The Moon of Meng Qiu: the cool wind comes, the white dew falls, the cold cicadas sound, the Eagle sacrifices birds, and the heaven and earth begin to fall, WO is a registered. The Moon of mid autumn: the swan goose comes, the mysterious bird (Yan) comes back, the birds are shy, the Thunder begins to close, the insects are broken, and the water begins to dry up (hu). The moon in autumn and autumn: as a guest of the swan goose, the Sparrow enters the flood and becomes a clam. The chrysanthemum has yellow flowers, and the jackal sacrifices the beast. The grass and trees fall yellow, and the sting insects are salty. The Moon of Meng Dong: the water begins to be ice, the ground begins to be frozen, the pheasant enters the flood and becomes a Mirage (clam), The Rainbow cannot be hidden, the weather rises, the ground gas drops, and it is blocked into winter. The mid-winter moon: If you don’t sing, the Tiger begins to pay, Li stands out, earthworms knot, mi angle dissolves, water spring moves. Winter Month: Yanbei Township (same direction) Magpie begins to nest, pheasant flies (pheasant sounds) chicken milk (giving birth to children), birds (Eagles) suffer from diseases, and the water is rich and the belly is firm. The way of the vast world is permeated with the mystery! The trees around me are emerald green, the flowers are fragrant, the rain bursts, the pine waves are leisurely, and the music of nature envelops the world, making people not know where they are. With a sudden rain, the consciousness gradually returned to the path of the mountain forest, making you deeply moved again and again. Flowers bloom and fall, the grass grows and the grass declines, the trees are rotten and the trees are withered, the moon is full and the moon is short, the geese go to the geese and return, the peaks turn around, these are all nature, and they are all the roads of nature that. Standing between the heaven and the Earth, listening to the sounds of nature is not just for listening. You go deep, think and blend in like this, so you become tender green, emerald green and dark green by accident. Experience life and feel nature! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Taste of Home

Listening to the flying wild geese in the night sky, my heart was not quiet; The flocks of wild geese, no matter how cold the wind was, fluttered their wings to the place they expected, even if they were flying against the wind, it was full of unspeakable warmth; However, I could only live in a corner of the city, unable to move back, move away and return. As far as I am concerned, my home is now the tube-shaped building and flat house of the city. No matter how tight it is, I can only curl up here and live a life in twists and turns. Even if I have thoughts in my heart, it can only be thoughts, which are, in front of the reality, it can hardly withstand a single blow. It’s not that I never thought about going back to the place at the beginning of my life. Like most people, I lived a life without any struggle with the world. But when I calmed down, I asked myself again and went back regardless of everything, how can we continue the following days? Even the skill of serving crops is becoming unfamiliar. How to dig food in the land and how to solve a lot of unavoidable problems? However, I miss the home of earth bricks and tiles very much in my heart. The reason why I use the word miss is that the old house collapsed in the bitter rain this summer, leaving only a few ruins, which makes me sad; my parents had passed away early and became a grave of loess supporting the same mountain. Even though the grass was green and green, life was silent and empty, it would only be a pain that could not be exported; I am not sure, whether it is a child in a foreign land, whether everyone has such a deep feeling, at least, I will always remember all this, every tiny scene I have experienced will be clear as before at some time. My daughter flatters me, saying that I cook a good dish, which makes her often think of the taste of starting up when she is studying in other places. She will feel the freedom and happiness of home in her mind; In my heart, it also keeps the smell of home; Although the scene at that time was not as rich as now, the smell of home accumulated by my father and mother day by day had already penetrated into my heart. I didn’t need to think carefully and squinted my eyes, it will linger around, making people enjoy endless. My father was the first one in the family to get up. As long as he opened the door, there was a smell of dry smoke spreading all over the yard; My father was an old smoker. Even when he was sick for several times, the doctor strongly urged him to give up smoking, as long as your body recovers, you will be reluctant to pick up the dry chimney. Those special smells have been engraved into my mind. If one day there is no such smell, I will feel a little embarrassed in my heart; My father likes to drink a few cups of rice wine, which is brewed from his own rice, mellow and fragrant, every time at this moment, my mother always looked at my father with smiling eyes, took a sip of the glass, and then drank it off, until the glass in my father’s hand was just put down, and then poured a full cup. In my memory, my parents also argued, quarreled and even fought with each other. However, the life of the family went forward all the way in these stumbles. My mother always cooks the fresh dishes so that they are full of color and fragrance, which makes the greedy insects in her little belly turn left and right. Although the life is awkward, it does not prevent my mother from serving us delicious food every day, I ate the firewood rice cooked by my mother, drank some sweet rice wine brewed by her during the Spring Festival, and ate a small handful of osmanthus sugar fried chestnut in the Mid Autumn of August. The days were very real, our small arms and legs are becoming stronger and stronger. Finally, they are springing up like mushrooms. We look at our father’s and mother’s eyes, and we clearly have full of hope. It is because of those hopes, we traveled all the way, leaving our home behind us. The farther we went, the harder we wanted to look back. It was not easy. However, many smells of the home concerned would be clear to our hearts. When we were lonely, it is absolutely the holy medicine for healing wounds. Our ignorance and mischievousness stole the age of our parents. Our world is different from each other, which only adds their concern. When the blue silk turns into Frost hair, when the appearance can’t resist the wind and smoke grows old, in our hearts, but there are some tangles, empty and some helpless words are not thorough! Because at the end of the new year, many people have the desire to return home. I also miss the smell of home in such an atmosphere. Although these smells have been branded in my heart for a long time, when I recall them, it still makes people look forward to and sigh with emotion; If at this time, we can still taste the firewood rice my mother lived in, and how comfortable it would be for the family to sit together and have a drink with my father, what is sighing is that there is no repetition, and there is nothing to think about. But I always remember the scenes I have experienced and the long taste of life. Like (prose editor: prose online) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Hazy as scenery, separation is poetry

Through the window of time, looking at the verdant scenery outside the window, I can’t tell which one is you, and that face is the end of my thoughts. Love in love and things in the scene are all pulled by wisps of love. I give a piece of sorrow, hoping to meet you in the world of mortals. I carve a purple strange smoke at dusk, may I encounter you in the misty and rainy Southern Hunan in this life. Outside the Banting, beside the green wall, there are Cangshan Mountain decorations, the shadows of trees are horizontal and slanting, the hazy place seems to be the beauty of the couple, and the blurred place is the barren city with moon sprinkling. The yearning for you seems to be like this pool of green water, with less waves and ups and downs, but I can only use words to foreshadow, hoping to finish the yearning for you; with a plain red note, I hope I can write down all my love for you; With my heart, I hope I can deeply bury my deep love for you. Touching others’ hearts with words, but unable to touch themselves. The Thread of emotion is woven into the net of love, intoxicated, and the blurred heart is accompanied by this cold winter, it seems that this kind of situation is left for myself. I always feel that there is something missing in my own words, which is scattered and irrelevant, just like I sketch your appearance in my heart in pieces. If there is no strange fate, why do I meet him again in this life; if we say that there is a strange fate, why do you have countless conversations with your shadow? The same individual and different moods ask: I don’t know when the rain of lovesickness will fall, if my tears can wake you up, then I would like to shed the last tear for you. This night, I will go back to the Ming Dynasty, the memories I have gone through, the historical dramas I have read, the once formidable celebrities, the beauty of Shu Yuan, where are I now? The former people were nothing more than the scenes left behind at that time to let the descendants pick up their teeth and wisdom. How many people burst into tears in those epic love stories, and how many people are following in the footsteps now. Let my lovesickness pawn the trace of time, and the red line of Palm pull each other’s love. Maybe we have promised for thousands of years, not only in the past but also in the future. In the middle of the night, I followed your figure in the vague dream. In the sea of people, I measured the distance with emotional lines. It had nothing to do with the company of wind, flowers and snow nights, just because I have you in my heart. Tonight, the Moonlight is like water, the light is like water’s missing, the hazy scenery outside the window hides my deep feelings for you, the wandering heart inside, and the poetic sentences are also written down, every word contains the love I love you. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…