Pomegranate, wild strawberry, Phoenix Tree beads

It was a sunny afternoon after rain; In the woods in the suburb, the land was wet. Walking on it, the shoes on my feet were stained with thick mud; I raised my feet and looked at it, but I was filled with joy and laughter, this is a long-lost feeling, and it is real! The mud stuck on the shoes, walking in the wet woods, a kind of unspeakable comfort was connected in my heart, dispelling the long-time depression in my heart, which was only such a pleasure! For many years, I have been intoxicated and busy, listening to the truth of people, happiness and distress in the fresh and quiet forest after rain, so many of these so-called truths emerged in my mind, and then I thought of how to re-recognize these real existence? But I don’t know how to re-recognize it! However, a fact is that I am really toiled by these real labors, and I am still struggling in this labors! Raise my feet to see the thick mud on the shoes, which is real; At this time, my mood is joyful and real! Still on the way to this forest, when passing through the farm, I saw those old and young women with children in front of the farm house; perhaps the air in the countryside is leisurely and makes people feel tired unconsciously. The expressions on these women’s faces are so indifferent that they are almost sleepy. The sister said: look at them, they cook and wash their husbands and children during the day, and let the children play casually when they take the children; When the children cry, they hold them up, regardless of whether the children are dirty or not, no matter whether your body is dirty or not, it is very casual and has nothing to look good or not; Laugh when you are happy, cry when you want to cry; Have no idea, be simple and straightforward. Truth is my own personal experience. What I tell is the story. The truth cannot be demonstrated. It is just a momentary feeling. Maybe this momentary feeling will change a person’s fate! This is a real feeling that cannot be experienced by others. Whether it is a happy feeling or a painful feeling, it is worth cherishing! The path in the Woods extended, walking through a piece of Poplar Forest, which was the peach forest; At present, the color of peach forest was inferior to that of Poplar Forest, which looked lonely and silent. Walking in it made me think a lot: the beauty of all things in nature is always sometimes! There is Persimmon forest in the front, and the purpose of coming to the forest today is to pick Persimmon, hehe! Looking up, the fruit on the tall branch was still shy. I couldn’t help sighing secretly! But I couldn’t help laughing, this is the infinite longing laughter! Among them, there must be disappointment, and the mood of longing for charm is not wasted! There is no choice but to laugh after all! Going further, there are several small pomegranate trees, but they are full of fruits. When I stretched out my hand and took off a pomegranate which was shy to steal my eyes, my heart was trembling badly, and there was an unspeakable faint pain. I said to myself in my heart: this pomegranate is real. I carefully put this pomegranate into the bag. In front of my eyes was a forest of sycamore trees, which were all saplings; There were crystal drops of water on the plush leaves; I couldn’t help looking up at the sky, blue sky, white clouds and gentle sunshine, and I left: who knows the Wutong beads! My good sister deserves to be a peasant girl, and she saw a wild strawberry with the size of soybean beside the plane tree forest at a glance; She jumped over and picked off the wild strawberry; She came to me and put the wild strawberry in my hand, yang Yang said: Good thing, it has white flowers and red fruits. On the way back to the city, I saw those old and young women tidying up the vegetable garden; My good sister said: see, their life is so simple. The figures of these women in the setting sun were left in their hearts, and then they looked at the wild strawberries in their hands. Oh, there was the pomegranate in the bag, and there was only the phoenix tree beads in their memory, both of which were spoken out but not good, the real feeling that you want to express but you can’t finish it! 2011 nian autumn 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. 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