Autumn Rain of lilac

Rain andplanes, thin shirt difficult against light rain light cold. At dusk, I listened to the sound of raindrops hitting the canopy in front of the window near the water, ticking, lonely and monotonous rhythm, which made my mood lonely and monotonous. The scene in front of me seems to be a replica of the same day four years ago! At that dusk, it was also like the silk rain, the cold and cold, and the silence and desolation. The restless factors in memory start to sprout and raise their heads. The days after class resumption were very busy, which slightly cushioned the pain brought by the earthquake to me and my students. That disaster made me lose my good friend who had worked together for seven years and my students lost my English teacher who had been together for three years. When people found her under the ruins, she was already dying. But the first sentence she opened her eyes and asked was: are the children still good? Looking at her pale face, her breath was like gossams, and the children were heartbroken and cut, crying and shouting around her. However, no matter how true the call was, she could not retain her life. Holding her hand, I felt that life was gradually disappearing in my palm, and the vitality was pulled away instantly. My children and I embraced together, crying in the dark. In the following days, silence and sadness filled the whole class. When I take a Chinese class, I accidentally mention my English scores, which will cause an uncontrollable cry; When reading newspapers, when talking about the earthquake, it will cause a burst of sigh. During that time, tears and silence occupied every nerve endings. I didn’t dare to face them, but I had to face them. Helpless and hard like a blunt knife, my heart was torn at night and stitched in front of the children in the daytime. Then it was torn and stitched again and again, again and again. When I cried again and again, I hoped that the children would forget the past quickly, get out of their grief, and learn calmly, the language was so pale and powerless. Because I know that that memory has been integrated with their hearts, and what kind of pain and worry it should be if they want to get rid of it! On that day, maybe God felt the sadness in our hearts, and it rained all day long. It rains in Shangyuan season, and people on the road are dying! The matter of burning paper money for friends was delayed after dinner because of busyness. I was going to the classroom to pacify the students. I secretly went to the hill where she often walked, burnt a few sticks of incense, and talked about the feelings of missing. I didn’t tell the children what I thought. I thought they forgot the special day of July and half. However, I underestimated their emotions. When I saw them standing outside the classroom with incense sticks, paper and money in hand, I was moved and gratified by them, which made me speechless. I turned around and walked downstairs silently. At that moment, tears raged and flew wildly. The children followed me and came to Xiangyang mountain silently all the way. They placed incense sticks, paper and money on the path where friends often came. Xiangyang mountain in the rain is clean and restrained, standing lonely. On both sides of the path, the Clover has already seeded and shivered in the slight autumn wind. I picked up dry branches and lit a bonfire. In the fire, the children stood behind me neatly with solemn and sad faces, watching my actions. Silence is the best expression, and any language becomes redundant. When I lit the first piece of paper money, the children kneeled on the ground and knocked three heads towards the school. I don’t know who took the lead in humming how many beautiful woven dreams of Tang Lei’s lilac. You left in such a hurry, leaving me a lifetime of concern. How beautiful you are longing for the flowers in front of the grave. Look at the mountains and plains, do you still feel lonely? The low magnetic voice, deliberately repressed emotions and affectionate and sad melody are stirring the most sensitive nerve in my heart, and a kind of unspeakable pain is stored in my body. In the song, there was a restrained sob at first, one, two, three followed by sobs, one, two, three then, the whine completely replaced the song, converging into an intermittent lament, it echoed in the woods and drifted to the clouds. I hope that my friend’s figure will appear in the clouds, with such a sweet smile and friendly tone. My heart is connected with the hearts of the children. I chose Xiangyang mountain, because it is the highest place in the whole town, which may be closer to the paradise where my friends live. I hope that our friends can connect with our thoughts and catch up with the old. But when autumn comes and geese go, can the message of heaven be transmitted to us by Yan Yu? The Green Bird does not spread to the clouds. Citic, the rain is hollow and the clove is sad. I couldn’t help asking Qiongyu: Are you okay there? The children sang over and over again. I sat on the ground, looking at the sky with tears and couldn’t say a word. Some people say that when you want to cry, you can look at the sky. However, our sadness has nothing to do with tears. Whether it flows or not, it will stay in our hearts and cannot be dispelled. You listen to someone singing that song you love most. How numerous things are in the world. From then on, you don’t have to worry about me here to accompany her and protect her in children’s hearts all your life, friends are beautiful lilac flowers, elegant and generous; They are fragrant girls in Dai Wangshu’s poems, melancholy and beautiful. They love her, even though her life has disappeared with the fallen flowers in that afternoon, however, her life color as beautiful as summer flowers and her noble sentiment as clear as Plum will certainly remain in children’s hearts and grow up and be rich together with their minds. Rain, continue to fall. In the distance, several flames cut through the dark sky. The blue smoke rose from the wind, changing all kinds of postures, rising, jumping and dissipating, just like the fragile flower of life, I don’t know where the soul will disappear. Clothes are wet, hands and feet are cold. I shivered in the wind like a stem of withered grass. Children’s hair is covered with water mist, and their clothes are exposed to cold dew. I afraid them cold, want to go home and make some ginger soup. I winked at the monitor Xiao Sun. Xiao Sun went to pull this and support that, but no one was willing to get up. He shook his head reluctantly and looked at me earnestly, saying: teacher, let’s stay a little longer. I can’t refuse the expectation in his eyes, so I have to keep silent looking at the high sky. Time seemed to solidify, with only breath and sobs around my ears, so I didn’t know how long it had passed. It was dark, my eyes were red and swollen, my voice was pressed, and my face was serious: Now everyone must get up and go back to the classroom immediately, or I would be angry! The children stood up speechlessly and left Xiangyang mountain step by step. The missing and sadness in my eyes had been fixed in my mind and lingered. Now, the children have graduated from high school and gone their own ways. However, I often talked with them about that day, that dusk, and their English teacher. 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Midnight listen to music: Water Lily

In the early summer of June, it was already a little hot. In the night after a downpour, there was less noise and bustle in the daytime, and it became quiet and serene. I still sat alone in front of the screen under the window, listening to a song “Water Lily” played by the piano and erhu. The air was filled with light and soft sadness and sadness. The sound jumped lightly on the string, like sobbing and sobbing, graceful and sad, and the accompaniment of the piano added a little sad and endless lingering. The fantastic music melody echoed in my ears, which made me unable to distinguish whether it was a faint sorrow or a strong wound? But it is also so absorbed. Savoring carefully, I seemed to see the light of the shallow water in the pond, and I also heard the whisper of the breeze blowing in the waves. A tranquil water lily, looking back at the Bright Water. A faint heart stretches enchanting in the night. This is very like an ancient woman who was alone in a boudoir. Her mother-in-law looked at the raindrops on the eaves silently falling down, dancing long sleeves wrote the unspeakable bitterness in the deep of the world of mortals on a plain paper with small slender hands. I seem to understand the profound meaning of water lily, as well as its beauty and sorrow when sleeping and waking up, just like this woman locked in her bosom friend. She was not a water lily at all. No one understood the heart of the water lily and no one listened to the heart song of the water lily. Ren Daqian was in the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals. She could only lie quietly in the middle of the pool, accompanying aquatic plants and vines, and enjoying the fleeting time. Although the water lily is placed in the silt, it is not willing to sink. It is out of the silt but not dyed. Quietly blossoming in the Yingying morning dew of summer, white and pink water lilies came out of the water slightly, just like a shy girl with a shallow smile, it seems so charming and delicate, and gives purity and beauty to people quietly. There are also clusters of dark red leaves and stems floating in the pond, holding round leaves out of the water surface and turning them into a great green layer by layer with leaves connected and embraced to cover the pond, what it brings to people is a colorful green world. The water lily is not as luxurious as Peony, nor as noble and pure as Lotus, nor as simple and elegant as daffodils, but the flower pattern is gorgeous, and the flower posture is lovely. In a pool of clear water, it looks like a refined girl with ice muscles, therefore, it is praised as the goddess in the water by people. People love the beauty of water lily that is out of the world, that kind of quiet, that kind of elegant, that kind of tranquility, as if the prosperity and fame in the world have nothing to do with it, waiting for the beauty of ethereal and holy alone. When it opened, it quietly spit out glittering petals. When it withered, the snow-like debris fell under its feet, but the lotus leaf branches stand proudly on the water. The reason why water lily is beautiful lies in its peaceful and stretch posture when sleeping quietly. Different kinds of famous flowers are more beautiful than peaches and plums. The flower of water lily is so quiet, elegant and fragrant. Du gongzhan of Sui Dynasty once wrote a poem “chant the concentric Lotus” to praise the Water Lily: The Lotus is burning, and the pavilion is flowing out of the water. One stem alone leads to green, and the two shadows share dividends. The color of the song and the face, the fragrance of the dance clothes. The famous Lotus can be read by itself, and the situation is the same. There is no doubt that lotus flowers are beautiful. Lotus comes from clear water and is carved naturally. Lotus is also the beloved of Buddhism. Buddhism pays attention to indifferent fame and wealth, self-cultivation, so that Lotus becomes the base of Avalokitesvara. It is said that Lotus was originally a fairy beside the Queen Mother. Seeing the prosperity and beauty of the world, she moved her heart to the West Lake and was attracted by the beautiful scenery of the West Lake. She did not return to the fairyland until the dawn. When the Queen Mother knew it, she used Liantai to drive her into the West Lake, punishing her for falling into the silt from now on and not going to the south gate. Although the Lotus fell into the silt, it came out of the silt without being dyed, and washed the Lotus without being demon. It still has noble and holy qualities. Maybe when the laymen look at lotus flowers, they are like appreciating beauties, and what they love is its simplicity; While when the monks look at lotus flowers, they have insight into the nature and appreciate the nobility. A sad song “water lily”, like murmured whispers, lingering in the heart, not going for a long time. After hearing more, you can find the charm in it, and you will feel that it is like a wisp of fragrance blowing on your face, a stream of clear streams gurgling, a circle of ripples gently blooming, this is the tenderness and elegance that the heart pool expresses out leisurely. Everything in the world is soft around the fingers, and there is no limit. Listen to the song at midnight, pillow a song “Water Lily”. I use the silk thread of music to string up the words, blend the deep feelings in my heart into the strings, and exile myself into the imaginary poetry, wandering and cruising my thoughts. 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