Shengruxiahua

It is said that epiphyllum was originally a flower god who was demoted to the Earth because he fell in love with Wei Tuo, a young man who watered and weeded for her, and could only bloom for a moment in a year. In the late spring of each year, Wei Tuo went down the mountain to pick morning dew fried tea for the Buddha, and the epiphyllum chose to open at this time. She would bloom the spirit gathered for a whole year in a flash, hoping Wei Tuo could remember her. Thousands of years passed, Wei Tuo never remembered her, but the epiphyllum never regretted. A flash in the pan is just for Wei Tuo. The short Bloom is also a kind of unforgettable beauty, because eternity is only a moment of touching. So we look forward to blooming, and the willful blooming of life. Degas once said that both art and life were short and lonely, and it was this loneliness that gave birth to the brilliance. Ballet dancers were dancing, you can’t see the scars on her toes, you can’t guess the exhaustion and hardship in her heart, you only remember her elegance, it was enough for her to be noble and lightweight, enough for her to leave without a pity smile at the end of the curtain, enough for her to shed a little gentle and innocent tears at the corner of her eyes when her temples were rustling. Look at the graceful years of pengteng’s heart flame, and wait for the astringent eyes to support the twilight years. Some people say that Xu Zhimo’s eyes are like the Statue of ancient Greece, because he kisses the fiery fire of reality just like the Greeks, singing the magic of life: Cambridge is the residence of his soul, pei lancui is his spiritual partner, while he is the April day in the world, lighting up fresh Yan. Thirty-four years later, the sweetness and melancholy accumulated in the dream, even if it is just in a hurry, lonely fragrance for a moment, it is also unique to leave fragrance, rhyme and beauty. Born like a summer flower, it is a great confidence, not afraid of the erosion of the years, the fleeting years fade. Being born like a summer flower is a great humility. I am grateful to the creator for choosing us among thousands of possibilities, giving us life and wisdom; I am grateful to the favor of suffering and giving us experience. There are all kinds of women in Yi Shu’s works. Worldly wisdom and intrigue are the materials she is good at digging, but the ending of the story is always full of pity and comfort for the heroine. Every woman is a flower in her eyes: the young girl in the age of cardamom is the unblossomed Lotus; The middle-aged woman who has become a mother is the jasmine in the age of tea; The working woman is agave, but opium is not only the preference of women to women, but also the sustenance of life to life. Yi Shu and her words are like butterfly in her heart, believing in the magnificence of nature and life, and pursuing a season of amazement. The lonely and cold Moon Palace buries Chang ‘e’s fantasy of being young. In the Moon Palace without feelings and thoughts, there are thousands of customs, and who do you want to talk about? Chang ‘e only knew that the seven emotions and six desires in the world would limit the length of life, but forgot that separation and happiness itself was also a gift. Life without love was just a dead silence, not as good as Hai’s daughter, if you pursue a complete soul and turn it into a bubble, you will regret that she gave up the life span of three hundred years, and she will be glad that she has the right to be brave and live like a summer flower, it is a great courage. Zhang Ailing thought holding her hand was a very sad and beautiful sentence. After holding her hand, she would eventually separate, so she would rather not start. She refused to be brilliant, because she couldn’t bear the coldness after being brilliant. She chose to bloom persistently and accept withering persistently. It is a great persistence to live like summer flowers. Besides, the world of tomorrow may not be bleak. So, we should stick to the posture of flowers. The sky may not leave my trace, but I have already flew. Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) 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…

Jiujiang Capriccio

The West Lake in Hangzhou and the Slender West Lake in Yangzhou have been a city full of mystery since ancient times. Her green, her mountain, her water and her beauty are intoxicating. How many people in the world come here at all costs thousands of miles to see the charming appearance. In February of this year, I had the honor to contact the West Lake for the first time. Everything there impressed me deeply, like imprints carved on the flesh and blood, clear and lasting. Four months later, I went to Jiujiang with Penghua to take the exam. It was early summer, but it was very hot. I think of those ancient literati and moguists who left their hometown and traveled long distances to the capital in order to seek fame. The weather was the same at that time. The hot air expanded the enthusiasm for fame. How many people finally sank in the sea of fame? Today’s national and provincial examinations can’t help sighing. The crowd is like a mountain, and it is also like the sea. Can a lonely sail be like Li Bai’s long wind and broken waves sometimes, and hang up the cloud sail to the vast sea? Failure is normal. Success is just an accidental flash in the pan. The real fame and official road is an undercurrent of that mountain stream. People can only hear the sound in it, but can’t see how many unknown smells there are in this understream. After the exam, facing some abnormal questions, I felt a little upset. Since Emperor Yangdi of Sui opened imperial examination, examiners had been popular in Chinese society. This was the stage of examiners. I didn’t know whether the examiner’s face was dull or joyful when he saw a large group of people failed the imperial examination? In the 21st century, China even turned the exam into a utopia, and any success had something to do with this utopia. Some people even didn’t know what happened when they went to the exam, so they were overwhelmed by the ruthless crowd. In a bad mood, it is natural to get close to nature to relieve the unhappiness in the heart, which is the case for most literati. It is said that there is a place in Jiujiang. Although it is not as magnificent and magnificent as the West Lake, it is a small Iraqi. With a little joy, I came to the Yanshui Pavilion Station. There were two lakes on the opposite side, one was the Gantang Lake and the other was the South Lake. There is a dam about five or six meters wide in the middle, named Li Gong dam. On the whole, it has the state of West Lake and the shape of Su Di. It seems to be a miniature of the scaled West Lake. The lake surface is very calm, and the vision is also very wide. There are several small islands looming on the lake surface. Just as Bai Juyi looked at the green landscape of Dongting Lake from afar, there was a green snail in the silver plate. The situation is very fascinating. At the corner, Li gongdi was entered. The embankment was the same, but there was no quiet Su Causeway here. Noisy pedestrians and noisy vehicles were intertwined. The hot air on the ground was still steaming, and many pearls were inlaid on the faces of pedestrians. They rolled into the lake water with their hands, or evaporated directly. Occasionally there is a cool wind, which is very comfortable, but the smell of water is very dazzling, and a smell of dead fish smells straight in the nose, which makes people not want to stay, but it is not clear in the West Lake. After half a circle, the lotus leaves on the shore of Gan Tang Lake are charming. It is very green, with green leaves mixed with pink lotus flowers, which has some leisure interests of literati and scholars. Lotus is indispensable. This is the soul of scenery and the spirit of Lake. I can smell the slight Lotus smell, but I am not afraid of this trip. Another thing worth seeing is the trees along the coast. Tall and straight, like strong generals, standing beside this Xizi in rows, shaded her and windproof her. There are indeed many trees in Jiujiang, and they are also very tall. This is a scenery of Jiujiang and also a kind of complex. After all, Xizi is in Hangzhou. Jiujiang, the epitome of the West Lake, can only give people a kind of sustenance and comfort. Any kind of beautiful place can not be appreciated in three lines and two steps. A cursive view of flowers can only be on the rise. You need to be calm, slowly experience it, deeply root that beauty in your heart, and let it grow. Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) 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…

I can’t remember some memories

Some memories are not hard to remember, but dare not touch. Some memories are not forgotten, but don’t want to regain. Time is like sand, 1.1 point buried of memories, so far on the heart of the bottom most. Life is like a book, turning back page by page, sometimes it will turn faster, passing by at a glance, without stopping a little, sometimes it will read more seriously and put into it, as a result, I couldn’t get out of it. When I was pulled away, I felt some pain, some nostalgia, and some disappointment, so there was a depth in my memory, I have memories that I can’t forget but dare not touch any more. Unconsciously, it seems that it has gone through several Spring and Autumn Periods. Memories are getting farther and farther, and those people who have been chatted and talked all day long and the things told have already faded away unconsciously in the passing of time. Suddenly I found that the importance I once thought had lost its original weight and significance. Just in the casual moment, I still remember the original appearance in my mind, which is beautiful and annoyance, longing but disappointed. Did I read too hard, so I was so impressed that I needed to forget it for a long time, the memory that was forgotten with great efforts was so pale and feeble in front of time. In the face of the past, no matter happiness or pain, it is a kind of powerless memory to recall now, without any mixed emotions. It seems that it is just a smile to recall the past so hard to let go. That memory was just a touch of dust. It was inconspicuous but deeply existed, but it had no pain or itch with itself. In the face of setbacks, people have an instinct, that is to escape; In the face of difficulties, people will have an idea of knowing difficulties but not; In the face of pain, people often choose to be closed. Everyone will say that time can dilute all the misfortunes or disasters or sorrows that happened today. Maybe time really has magic power in this aspect, it makes the brain automatically choose fuzzy memory, but it never disappears. In fact, it is not time that weakens everything, but we truly understand that we will not entangle ourselves and punish ourselves in memory. When it was already a memory, people and things related to that memory had already been irrelevant to themselves. Some memories are memories, not memories. They just exist in their own lives without any overlapping past events. Maybe after a few years, those people who had made a lot of troubles might face each other calmly. They had already lost the strength of tit-for-tat at that time, and they might pass each other with a relieved smile. Past wind, painful. Wind feng luo, already irrelevant, anodyne. Those who had been mentioned were buried in the dust with time in this way, and they could not forget but could not remember; Those tears that had flowed had already been dried in the years and stopped in their eyes; those who have longed for your future have already run aground on the road of coming. Memories have already lost their original emotions, and unconsciously faded into silence. Who ever laughed and cried in whose life? Who has ever been in and out in whose life? These have already been weathered in time, getting farther and farther, getting more and more blurred, so that they finally disappeared in the eyes, sealed in the bottom of the heart, more and more invisible, more and more unable to remember. Things in memory fade away like this. The people in my memory disappeared like this. Memory wind withered. 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…

Only if the first sign of life

Trees outside the building move, flying red and disorderly. Spring comes and goes again, how much expectation, how much laughter, and several layers of piles of English falling on the heels. When the window is lightly closed, I cannot bear to overlook the scene of spring. Slightly shake the sleeves of the shirt, brush away the dust and customs, take a seat on the piano table, gently touch it, spring and autumn on the stream, wind and mist Bodhi. Spring breeze comes back to lift the gauze curtain, and the melody is circling and floating hair. Around my heart, I look up to the sky to express my feelings. The yearning for you is so popular that I wear the world of mortals several times. Those who turn their wrists are sober, shaking and playing drunk dreams. Wan Yun knocks open the door ring of memory, notes lightly step on the trace of time, thoughts one after another to the sky, flying and flowing into falling red, petals rain floating in the world where you and I live. Those complicated faces in the melody, familiar or strange smiles flashed one after another, like duckweed floating lightly, hurting the sad heart passing one after another. It is indifferent to the passing water, which contrasts that the call of your singing in my ears gently Ripples Through My Heart Lake. Your smile overlaps in my mind, showing the slide show full of spring. The waves washed out the floating sand, leaving glittering gold particles. I don’t know whether the encounter with you in this life is a blessing from several generations. The joy of the past did not flow away at any time, and it was deposited in my treasure bag one by one. Every short parting is a pain that cannot be hurt, and the fragile heart cannot bear the continuous loneliness. A moment of waiting feels that there is a long way to go. Only in the clear rhyme of the rain hitting the banana, let the dream stop at the other shore where you are, and gently breathe with you. Turning mountains and rivers, meeting you is the most beautiful world in my life. Since then, intrigue, paper umbrella dream, I stand in the wind and rain, looking hua ge swing River, feel you wind Willowbank tenderness. Handle, leisurely walked past and you story tufted footprint. Like two grains of stick together of dust, fall in each other’s soft Huai, floating red dust of rhyme, private defends set for the sea. Love in the wind Bloom, love in the rain falling, you always, always in Misty Misty Rain, blossom to my once initially out of beautiful. The moment of happiness and intoxication engraved my brightest spring scenery and moistened my lonely heart. This life, only willing to embrace you in my arms, Wan Shou twilight, with watch sunset river, or together in morning dew evaporation, Sunrise Jinxia of Dawn, reading hundred years Zhiqing, tong hua sea constant Kuwata, ask a Millennium Populus euphratica fail juelian. Day as first, Spring Breeze Point fan Mandarin duck lingering. Ray of fragrance elegant, around the body, I micro open eyes, glimpse you dream drifting soul, glimpses of the smile swaying, heartache, catch fireflies floating, and near and far. My heart is holding the breeze, blowing you with fragrant calls and greetings. My hand care Feng’s hand, touch your delicate charming smile. I use wind insects Haw, Brought You My whisper whisper, haunting your ears, coax you sleep, and when you wake up. I know you miss me again. Look at this filled swirling fall flowers, I drink you with deep feeling brewed peach wine. Open your arms and take a deep breath, then you will turn into a Ziyan with the panic rhythm of my heartbeat, fly into my arms, snuggle up and whisper softly. I use warm and sweet wake-up dreams to float you and travel among Penglai in my heart. Over season after season flower memories moisture, I feel your slender hands, is I face of the Wind caresses, sad wipe off. Now, I like read think about a piece of honey, you knowingly smile, xin die Pina fly. The strong feeling lifted the snow-white spray in the heart pool, spreading through the clear and shallow years. Love deeply bloom li, peach blossom, Sky Taohong onto divergent crazy keep the prime. I understand you, know you day and night for clear tears for ego write a paper emotion, know you day and night with smile, thinking of me have a good. While you were away, I of the showed at your visions of slide, love, one point unabated. The silky gentleness in your smile and the shyness like a lotus leaf make time jump directly to the moment when you are, to the place where I am, one inch away. The music is melodious, and the spring Red is played to express the sorrow. The wind danced and dressed, passing through the cold and cool seasons, letting the flowers bloom and fall, and the flowing water passes east. The Love Mountains and Seas accumulated in our world are not affected at all. Even though the fragrance of flowers withered, birds flocked, temples Frost, sweet happiness still ripples in the corners of the mouth. Mo Yan to old, this situation Junior III also hard, you know. Love to enter Huashan mountain alone, climb up and don’t look back. Love to the mandarin duck deep pools, rafting flowers Mo Yan sorrow. Only teach life such as first, Hundred years day phase sits for a. Mountain stream harps crossing, semi-wall love tw Yizhou. The flowing water is long, and it is the softest thing to spend the flowers in your hands. The Ancient Moon caresses lightly, the love is surging, and the powder mist covers the West Building. I am moon, you are a Lone Star, the moon shines in your heart, and the night goes with you. You touch one place Acacia broken shadow, turn into a ray of ghost long gone with long. You nudge West window looking I in the distance, as light si shen read breeze, light blowing long hair fluttering. You quietly wipe a ray of Muscat, disperse black hair, beads drop and purple clothes, long miss, expect elixir of love. And I, in your dreams of Jiangnan, by a leaf boat, sail, in smoke ethereal, freshwater microwave in, walk in and you kill Millennium persistent margin. Ten spring embankment, and running across curl wrapped wrapped silk Bamboo Sound. Dongqiao water, I coagulation Xiao sweet zither playing, way wind, floating to you recession shadows. Meantime, I clothes elegant yun an, to you touch a Jasper flute Chi bound, as first seeing of you, and I in umbrella under Eternal with a gorgeous scenery. As they smoke Red past, such as fly piao ye in air going around. The intoxicated soul holds the future and stays in the dreamlike world of mortals. Your gentle smile keeps a smile for me in the poem. I the unique enthusiasm, in Jiangnan corner for you nursing pure land of contend. Flowers in air dripping, Xiayun from shoulder drifting away, I Gongqing mountain green water, lian zhi Lianli Red Road, Long Love mi deep, admiration wins first. A xi yan rain, half a cup spring, surface blue sky, I have all miss you. Apricot flowers and rain are printed, the water in the center of the lake is dense, and you in the dream are always with me. Summer Flowers will be gorgeous again, and dreams will come to the lotus pond, waiting for the rotation of seasons. I for great III of love, hold you inhabit moments of beauty, and you heart month looks photos, only teach life such as first. Step into next que streamer, into spring flower autumn alternating, lingering every moment, every day every year Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…