Take a bath for your heart

Walking hurriedly on the way every day, I had no time to appreciate the green grass and trees, not to watch the buds hanging on the treetops, and to suck the breath of the Earth and the refreshing fragrance of flowers. The entanglement, jealousy, strife, fighting, selflessness and cruelty in the secular world make our body and mind very tired. Place yourself in a quiet mountain village, or ridge, or tree shade. Walking on the broad avenue, the water surface is wide, the microwave is sparkling, and the water Shadow is dark, so I can’t help feeling relaxed and happy. Wake up your mind with your mind and call your soul with your heart. You will certainly hear and feel your tranquil breath and whisper, everything you see, everything will be the happiest scenery and the brightest sunshine in your heart. A piece of blue sky, a pond with frogs and insects, and a faint forest. As long as you take your head from the secular utility, the green one belongs to you. Deep in the mountain, early in the morning, birds chirped and looked up at the sky. The sky was empty and hazy, as if there were light rain falling down. The trees along the road were verdant and full of strong desire. At the foot of the mountain, there were countless small flowers, united on the thorny branches, swinging countless fragrance. Among the vast dark green, dark green and emerald green, there are many white flowers in each other. The Bees rest assured to put their homes in that thick fragrance, brewing a dream that is sweeter than honey, and beekeepers will live with the circumstances, the tent set up according to the terrain spreads the fireworks of the world in this wilderness. The Mountain Path is winding, and the peaks turn around from time to time. The unknown flowers and trees poked their heads and waved enthusiastically to us. I was alone without a path. The mountain road was wet and slippery. The pavilions and pavilions in the distance were as looming as if they were, but there was a leisure feeling of searching. A few birds’ cries came from my ears from time to time, which were kind. In the ocean of trees, are birds singing and crying asking for friends? The trees stood quietly, silent but spoke a thousand words. Appreciating wild chrysanthemum wild chrysanthemum, quietly blooming in the mountains and plants, the fields and forests are decorated with colorful colors. Along the footprints of the shepherd, I walked to the depth of the field, where was the heaven of Daisy. The Golden, white and light yellow beautiful small flowers were bathed in the warm sunshine in winter. At a corner of the mountain, a clean white Daisy quietly bloomed in a mess of stones. The white and delicate petals were crowded together layer by layer, and the pale yellow flowers in the center were still hung with pink stamens, and Dew rolled on several petals, it makes people feel that the flowers are fragrant. The land of several square meters is covered with rugged stones, and there is no grass growing, but it is unique, bright and full of vitality. Compared with the surrounding yellow and dim weeds, they have almost become the only leading role in winter. Suddenly a gust of breeze blew by, the little chrysanthemum was swaying gracefully, and the light and elegant chrysanthemum fragrance rushed towards me, which was refreshing and refreshing. Only in the thick fog, that little white Daisy was quietly open. In a gray background, it was bright and gorgeous, revealing the tenacious life information. The cold wind blew through the mountains and fields, when everything is decadent, only small daisies are still blooming brightly without any signs of withering. Among the vast withered plants, they convey the thriving information and colors in silence, release the Zen of birth in silence. The dim moon night in a dim moon night, I walked leisurely through the silent forest, and the Moon poured its charming brilliance to the trees, filled with ghostly silence. Stop among clusters of filigree, suck the fragrance of flowers to your heart’s content, raise your head and stare at the moon buds like sickles, which are so bright, so quiet and beautiful. Throughout the ages, how many literati and moguers have expressed infinite emotions to the moon, either expressing emotions or expressing their ambitions, leaving a lot of quatrains that are fast-growing. At this moment, I am wandering in the moon and stars, and the black magpie flies south. According to the moon between Pine, Clear Spring stone upper reaches. Transfer to Zhu Pavilion, low Qi family, according to Sleepless artistic conception. Listening to the sound of insects with the fragrance of flowers. Quiet this impetuous center. 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…

Living is a kind of practice

These days, they are all living in the mood of a green plant. This state is very good! Peaceful, serene, mellow, full, with the moisture brushed by the dark fragrance, and the detachment of the Buddha. It is said that living is a kind of practice. In such a simple, natural, authentic and quiet life, I think I have been on the road closest to spring. Occasionally, there will be some small words in my heart, which I can’t help sleeping and smiling. These small words can be regarded as the small beads on the string of beads that I am obsessed. Today, light rain is in peace. 1. In the world of mortals, my heart is in the temple. It is not pessimism, but mercy. 2. Sometimes, the mood will be inexplicably bad, and it will be sharply and silently decadent. At this time, just spoil yourself. Decadence is decadence. Let it go. Soon you will find that the cloud is light and the wind is light. 3. Some people say that crying is not because you are weak, but because you have been strong for a long time. Therefore, when you want to cry, you can cry with confidence. 4. Some things can be buried, but they will not be forgiven. But, in fact, it was no longer important not to forgive, because even the belt meat had been buried. 5. A person’s quality can be completely revealed in a relationship. Or good, or despicable, all can be seen at a glance! 6. How can she get real happiness if she is a person who is in love, haggle over every penny, live within her means, wait for something to gain, and revenge! 7. Never defeat others, even if you get hurt again and again! In the end, I will forgive with compassion! I firmly believe that one day, a woman like you will be remembered and respected by others! 8. In fact, many pains and misfortunes can be avoided if we are more rational in cognition and more indifferent in mentality. 9. Don’t be stingy with your kindness to others at all times, even a glance, a smile and a greeting! Perhaps, your small acts of kindness will change and influence one’s day, life and life. 10. Some people, some emotions, walk and walk, and then they are gone. I have forgotten why I started at the beginning. 11. Gradually, there is no book, and the water and broad fish sink nowhere. After know jun yuan nearly, lest meet temples has been bad. 12. Uncle who sells vegetables downstairs, I don’t want your change or your convenient bag. Sometimes, when there is food in my family, I also want to buy a lot of yours, which is my true pity from the bottom of my heart. Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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…

Cannot cycle picture

This is a real thing, you can’t forget it if you want. When I was in senior three, there were more than two months before the College Entrance Examination. I went to the classroom for morning self-study at about 4 o’clock every morning. One day, before dawn, I got up and trotted on the familiar path. I looked up at the crescent moon hanging in the sky and the stars around. They were smiling and greeting me. I ran, walked, unconsciously came to the door of the classroom. I took out the key skillfully, inserted it into the door lock gently, screwed it with force, and then the door lock was opened. I pushed the door open and went straight to my seat. Next to it was the switch to turn on the light. I turned on the light by hand. I just sat down and suddenly heard a creaking sound under the back seat. I dared not look back. I thought, is there a mouse? Oh my God, my heart beat faster instantly. At this time, what accompanied me was still those silent desks, chairs and lights. I was more scared and motionless, for fear that the mouse would rush over to me. It seemed that there was a little rabbit fluttering straight in my heart. My breath was quicker and cold sweat came out from my forehead. I dared not to wipe one drop or two drops, and I was even more afraid of disturbing the mouse. I couldn’t find any comfort, so I had to bear the fear silently. I was at a loss in tension and anxiety. At this moment, a voice suddenly rang in my ear: Sorry, don’t be afraid. I didn’t go back to the dormitory last night and heard the familiar voice. My tense heart relaxed. I turned my head and shouted: You scared me to death, you know? This person is the big one in our class. Seeing the nervous face and terrified look of the big man, I couldn’t help loving him and said softly: Don’t worry, I won’t tell the head teacher and other teachers. The big man immediately became happy and nodded again and again: you are so kind. Thank you! I took out the thick paper and prepared to do the exercises. Before I started writing, the big man said softly: Juanzi, I just want to talk to you, just one minute. Line? I said: OK. You name it.. The big man said: I didn’t go back to the dormitory last night. Just to tell you what had been buried in my heart for a long time, I said warily: What words? Say. He paused a little and said timidly: can you be my little sister for my whole life? I thought for a moment and answered firmly: No, I am preparing for the college entrance examination. I didn’t consider each other’s feelings at all. I was playing with the paper wholeheartedly to prepare for the math problem. The big man stood on the ground awkwardly, and the light was extraordinarily soft. The light shadow sprinkled on the wall was uneven, like fluorescent spots and sparkling pearls, the fragments falling on the ground occasionally leave mottled marks. In a piece of green and seclusion, I and the big man never said anything again. The scene in front of me was just like a beautiful picture that I didn’t care about. Time is like an affectionate butterfly, wandering in the flowers, kissing the tender flowers of various petals constantly. I seem to be in the world of flowers. The days passed away silently. One day, one year, ten years, two decades. I have no news or trace of the big one any more. Until today, I have read Zhang Ailing’s prose “love” again. Among thousands of people, I met the person I wanted to meet. In thousands of years, there was no earlier step in the boundless wilderness of time, it was not too late and happened to catch up. There was nothing else to say but a gentle question: Oh, are you here too? I carefully chewed the picture of that year, and my heart was bleeding quietly. The picture that could not be reincarnated was full of big and beautiful emotions. 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…