Loving flowers is a kind of elegance, and cultivating flowers is a kind of cultivation

If loving flowers is a kind of elegance, then cultivating flowers is a kind of cultivation. Some people love flowers because they grow flowers, but some people only grow flowers because they love flowers. Practice because of love; Experience because of love; Flowers bloom more brightly because of love. There are many people who raise flowers because they love flowers in this world. As far as I know, Mr. Lao She, who is also familiar with everyone, has such a kind of elegance because he loves flowers, so he raises flowers. Others may care about the precious and precious flowers, while Mr. Lao She only raises flowers for fun. Moreover, what Mr. Lao She raised were all kinds of flowers and plants that were easy to live and struggle. Moreover, Mr. Lao She raised flowers, not only watching by himself, but also inviting friends to come home to enjoy them together every time. Especially when the flowers and plants are branched, we should distribute the flowers to friends to plant them and share the fun in them. All these have made me deeply understand that flower cultivation is actually a person! A person who loves flowers must have a sincere heart. I still remember a story that Chrysanthemum was planted in a Taoist temple. Autumn is coming, the chrysanthemum in the courtyard, the chrysanthemum fragrance in the mountain and the smiling face in the courtyard. The villagers at the foot of the mountain smelt the fragrance of flowers and came one after another to see the beautiful scenery of chrysanthemum. After seeing it, every guest praised again and again, and when they left, they all asked the Taoist priest for chrysanthemum one after another, and the Taoist priest readily agreed. Therefore, you and he will soon lose the chrysanthemum in the Taoist temple. The Taoist priest asked the master angrily: why don’t you leave some? The Taoist priest stared at the village at the foot of the mountain and smiled and said: until next year, there will be Juxiang from mancun manzhai! The Taoist priest nodded thoughtfully after hearing this. This reminds me of such a sentence: give someone a rose and leave lingering fragrance in his hands. Isn’t this Taoist priest treating everyone around him with a broad and selfless heart? Love flowers in this way is also a realm! When Flower cultivation reaches this level, it is really a noble and rare cultivation! But there is also a person who likes to raise flowers, and his behavior is puzzling! Why do you say so? This also starts with the experience of one of my friends who love flowers. It was a gloomy morning, and the office was quiet. But when friends came in, the room suddenly became extremely lively. But the clear bustle is different from usual, because the voice of friends is unusually loud. Especially his gloomy face, which made me feel that my friend must be extremely angry. But why do friends who are always optimistic lose such a big temper? I have many doubts in my heart. When I really understood the reason of the matter, I truly realized the helpless mood of my friend. It turned out that a purple flower in my friend’s house was poached in the middle of the night. No wonder my friend who loves flowers is so sad. I heard from my friends that this purple flower has grown for many years. When it comes to the purple flowers full of trees, the fragrance of the yard. Neighbors all came to appreciate the fragrance of flowers, and each time they did not forget to praise them a lot. My friend’s eyes were shining when he said this. After hearing this, we were also very sad for him. Anyway, this flower and the family of friends have already been like relatives. How could this not make him sad? What is more painful is that there were people who stole flowers overnight, which is extremely hateful! Therefore, we really feel unfair for our friends, and we also feel sorry for that flower. Hey! Flowers are going to meet the bad Lord. If you really love flowers, but steal them, wouldn’t you disgrace your noble heart? But what shocked me even more was the following words of such an angry friend: it turned out that he found the house of the person who stole flowers following the traces of soil the next day. But my friend left silently. We all don’t understand why friends don’t rush into that door to find out the hateful man, beat him up, and figure out a sigh of relief. But angry friends always think for others. He said softly: they are all people who like flowers, not stealing. Forget it! Flowers bloom in everyone’s house is the same gorgeous! Having said that, more or less, we have heard that our friends are reluctant and helpless. But his tolerant heart made me admire him very much. Tolerance is good. But I don’t agree with the behavior of the person who stole flowers. What a good thing it was to love flowers! But stealing flowers has become a blasphemy to the soul. Love flowers can be explained to friends, it is good to ask friends! Why do you want to be a flower thief at midnight? This kind of behavior is really humiliating the personality of people who love flowers, isn’t it? Flowers are the symbol of elegance and the embodiment of beauty. Don’t let your actions insult the appearance of flowers. Don’t let your behavior insult your life! Loving flowers is a kind of elegance, and cultivating flowers is a kind of cultivation! Therefore, the flowers raised by heart will bloom more elegant and beautiful! 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. 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Rural Chronicle (VIII) self-examination

Hot Pot. Sitting around my relatives, my sick father with Blurred eyes, my loving mother who brought vegetables to my granddaughter, my little fat brother, and my little sister-in-law who seemed a little stiff, it has not been so neat as this year for several years. In the countryside which is thousands of miles away from home, everyone blushes and feels hot because of the infection of hot pot. It should not be the effect of wine. Oh, I am drank more tonight…. At that time, I couldn’t feel such a complicated mood for my childhood ignorance and youth. So when did it start? With the growth of age and experience, we become less and less simple. What kind of state is the most real self? I hope I can give myself an answer. In the colorful picture, the man with long hair and shawl is me. The explosive music, dazzling light, big glasses, small glasses, women, men, red scarf, black sweater, I opened the depth of my memory, and it seemed that I was not familiar with it at that time. The broken wine bottle, bleeding wound, Crazy Eyes, a young guitar without question marks, far away is like reading someone else’s novel. Or, in a suit and tie, in a corner of an office in Jiaodong Peninsula, make phone calls exaggeratedly, distribute business cards with masks to people who don’t know each other, and then, repeated use of a sentence, please take more care, please take more care…. I didn’t pay attention to whether I had time to spend the month before and under the moon. It should still be there, but it is certain that in the wind and rain, the scene of a person on the road was played over and over again. I am most proud of the continuation of my life. My daughter, the anxiety of waiting outside the delivery room, was clumsy in her arms for the first time. The first note that her daughter learned to speak was.. Dad… Dad. There are countless friends around me, some of whom have already lost their messages, and some of whom have accompanied them till now. Occasionally, a greeting can change the mood of the season. Friends may be the closest to the appellation of relatives. In my address book, the best friends and family names gather together. What is unforgettable is also the scenic spots in every city and village that you have passed. It seems that you are born to be a walker. Walking freely is the most relaxing posture. All the places you have been, there are long and short stories. If possible, I want to write them completely. When I can’t walk, I will read them page by page. A person’s identity can be changed in many ways. For decades, it is not easy to maintain any of them. Students, soldiers, workers, cadres, bosses, employees, every time you change your identity, and at the same time it is the same environment, which is very like acting. You have to enter the role, not only to play well, but also to be full of emotion. Every time you play, you must be physically and mentally exhausted and have a deep impression. Till today, I believe that many people like me have already acted numb. We are playing series with our own participation every day. However, which role is our own nature, who can make it clear? A person’s life is very limited. He didn’t care much about it when he was young. At that time, he had too much time to squander. The older he was, the more precious he felt his life. Looking back, he was just silent nostalgia. Hot Pot. Sitting around my relatives, my sick father with Blurred eyes, my loving mother who brought vegetables to my granddaughter, my little fat brother, and my little sister-in-law who seemed a little stiff, it has not been so neat as this year for several years. In the countryside which is thousands of miles away from home, everyone blushes and feels hot because of the infection of hot pot. It should not be the effect of wine. Oh, I am drank more tonight…. Mom. I heard my voice hissing in the air. Well? Mom. Is this kid drunk? Trying to say? Mother. I just wanted to shout, but I didn’t want to say anything. At this moment, I know that I don’t have to act any more. This is the truest self. My father, mother, brother and child, no matter what identity they I am. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…