Morning Glory Ah morning glory

The rain last night completely faded the spring, and all the flowers disappeared overnight. However, summer followed the footsteps of Miss Chun slowly. Although it came a little late, there was no shyness of spring at all. The dazzling green color was the evidence. The rain made the Originally dry field fertile. The mushroom top sucked the fresh air outside with a small umbrella, and the smell of soil was everywhere. There are many herbs with new leaves under the trees on both sides of the road. The slender stem sticks to the ground and stretches towards the direction of the tree. The thin leaves are swaying in the breeze, as if inviting me to dance a happy rumba. Know as morning glory of seedlings that. It was a little amazing that it was in full bloom in autumn, sprouted in spring, bred in summer and withered in winter, which was the short life of morning glory. The real flowering period is only a few hours. It opens in the morning and fades at noon or evening, which is so short but also so glorious. It was originally a weak plant, leaving the branches that could be attached, the walls could only spread and twined along the ground. It is also a plant with extremely vigorous vitality. It is born by rivers, roadside, ravines and fields without choosing places. Where there is soil, there is the beautiful image of morning glory, and all the energy is gathered only for the blooming minutes and seconds. No one appreciates it, but you can admire yourself alone; No one cheers, but you can clap your hands; No one stops, but you suddenly think of the way the Morning Glory is in full bloom for thousands of miles. I have seen the morning glory all over the mountains, and the pink trumpet is clearly going to play the hope of tomorrow; I have also seen the swaying morning glory in the cold wind, and the purple trumpet must be fighting with the wind; I have also seen the morning glory on the dead branches, and the blue trumpet must have been decorated in the desolate autumn. Of course, the most common thing is the morning glory on the roadside. The white horns are like rows of bands ready to go. There were soft rattan hovering on the fence not far away, and three small pink flowers scattered among the sparse leaves. One is facing the road, like a proud peacock, one is facing the vegetable garden, like a shy girl, and the other one is hidden behind a leaf, like a singer who still holds a pipa and half covers her face. The fragrance of flowers mixed with the refreshing leaves slipped into the nose with the wind, and immediately there was the carefree and free life of Zhuang zhoumengdie. Leaning over and looking at the posture of morning glory, the figure of lying fish enjoying flowers in master Mei Lanfang’s drunken concubine appeared in front of him. It is said that the master was inspired when he possessed himself and smelled flowers. After pondering, studying and practicing, he finally made the body of lying fish more vivid and vivid. The flower heard by the master is naturally morning glory. It seems that flowers can not only make you happy, but also increase your creative inspiration. However, at this time, I was a bit like a frown with the rustling of leaves, mixed with the whispers of my mother when I was young: a long time ago, there was a Funiu Mountain, and the farmers at the foot of the Mountain lived on farming, but there is no cattle to farm. There was a pair of twin sisters who planed a white silver horn when they were planing the ground. The Immortal told them that there were 100 golden cows in Funiu Mountain, and this horn was the key to open Funiu Mountain. After opening the Mountain Gate, as long as you go in and hold a golden cow, you will be sure to eat and drink for a lifetime. But there are two. One is that you can’t blow it with your mouth. Once you blow the golden cow, it will become a live cow and run out. The other is that it will not work at dawn. After thinking for a long time, the sisters finally decided to turn the golden cattle into live cattle and distribute them to the poor villagers for farming. They opened the gate of the mountain and went in to have a look. As expected, there were 100 Taurus. The two sisters picked up the horn and blew hard. With the sound of the horn, the Taurus became a live cow and ran out along the cave. When the last cow arrived, it was stuck at the entrance of the cave. The villagers finally pulled the cattle out, and the mountain eyes were closed at that time, and the sisters were locked up in the mountain. When the sun came out, the silver trumpet in the eyes of the mountain turned into a trumpet flower, which was also called Morning Glory in memory of the kind sisters. That’s right. The flowers who dare to race with the sun should be so hardworking, otherwise they won’t get the reputation of Qin Niang. But don’t be confused by its weak appearance. You know, once it blooms, it will open to the late autumn when leaves are flying all over the sky. I puffed up my cheek and blew the trumpet. The wonderful music seemed to be gurgling water, flowing to the Grandma Bridge in my dream, to my mother’s arms and to my lover’s eyes, it turns into a beautiful poem. Silverside early shift leakage for residual, step virtual people leaning Jade Langan. The fairy clothes are dyed so bright that I beg the world to look at the dawn. Round like flowing qian bi cut yarn, the vine on the wall adds itself. Tian Sun drops tears of yearning, and the flower grows deep in autumn. Xiao Si was happy and worried late. It was too delicate to hang around the fence. Muxi did not send hibiscus, and bought out the west wind and autumn. Suddenly it began to rain. In the dim light, I saw Chu NV who picked up the morning glory on the fence. I asked him how early he picked one, and she answered that the color of Sunrise was off. I looked at it quietly. In the end, she smiled and held the plum brine room, dyed ginger to serve the dish with shame. I stroked the leaves of morning glory and waved to it. Walking on the road, I remembered the stage play “Orchid” I had seen in my childhood. Malan Flower, Malan flower. You are not afraid of wind and rain. Hardworking people are talking. Please blossom immediately. Walking, The Morning Glory under my feet has blossomed. I said: Morning Glory, morning glory, not afraid of wind and rain 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. 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Dumb Night Song

The flying feather of the moon, one flap, one flap falling in front of the window. The thoughts in the heart and the hopes in the eyes cannot be translated into the golden words of the world. Keep this night until the concentration of the night is no longer deepened, until the moon is like epiphyllum withered, until the person who thinks by the case can’t feel himself. Dark Night, dark night, when the Moonlight is submerged by dark, and the Starlight is blinded by heavy fog, those duckweed lying on the ripples, how to endure the cold of deep cold into marrow? The lamenting insects are gone. What can awaken the warmth in memory. Branches and leaves, trembling slightly, forgot the moon’s exhortation. The memory mounted on the cover of the moon has peeled off, so that all eyes cannot see all the expressions of the clear night. Where did the sound of heartbreaking linger on the thread of fate. But hiding in the negative flower bud, it can not get enough nutrition and moisture, blooming warm colors. At this moment, what flows in the river is the liquid which is thick and black, while the shadow of the river on the bank has been eroded by wind and become lingering. In the faint, the ballad which was loyal to love was silent, only the stone of betrayal was thrown into the dry well, the empty echo, and the breath of occasional existence of the exhausted body. The shabby room, full of cold, almost wanted to make the words just implanted in the paper form a knot of ice. Incomplete meaning, incomplete handwriting in ancient books, no matching words can be found as companions. The disaster of that night became a disease of heart, and the declining leaves could also hurt loneliness. So how can one balance the turbulence of the boat of life and make those newly scarred wounds, avoid cold chapped. How can we avoid all the audiovisual crying at night and go to the happy notes. A little bit of light finally vanished without the weight of the night. If so, the trembling body seems to completely lose the magnetic magnet. So we can’t judge whether there is Dawn or whether there is Dawn. Lonely listening to the groaning of the brushed leaves on the wet ground. Yanzhi’s songs can’t lift the curtain and curtain, watch the plain piano, and listen to the piano to stir the pain of the night. In short, night temperature in continued to fall, that night wrapped light, has congealed into seed Jingjing, cold astringent of wind with winter of memory, 1.1 point phagocytic its intrinsic heat. Ah, the cooling sound was caught by the wind net, just like the sadness of cicada in late autumn, and the sensitivity of beating heart constantly. Also see the whole split, filled by the dark night. The roots buried in the deep mud have been damaged by the low temperature in the mud and cannot stretch out. They come to see the best scenery in a year. In the deep of the night, the black paint was so dignified and covered with sleepless people, while the hardship dormant in the deep of thought was like a vast water, which caused waves, what is above the waves? It is the sail of loneliness, which is tumbling, even more like the suspense of heart-wrenching and lung-wrenching. The story of today, which keeps moving away, is broken. I am afraid that the scars that cannot be healed cannot be heard of the thunder of the clouds. Is there still reserved light and heat, penetrating the barrier of the night, repeating the plot of the story? However, the stiff branches can also send out tender joy, and the wind can also lift a warm rustling tree. The rickets body is using his rickets to pick up the omissions in his life. Curly colors and thicker shadows seem to shorten life with the meaning of a full stop. The steady steps, the inharmonious steps, the distorted format, writing the dark and invisible messages of the night, which cannot be copied, have been blurred by the ears. Many familiar people are unfamiliar because of the cover of the dark curtain at night. A person’s bad luck has infected all related people. With the wailing of the provincial symbol, the bird’s feathers were soaked through. Yesterday, the red leaves blown down by the West Wind were still swirling back in the sad sigh. Miss is sent far away by Xiao Guan, how can the dry Willow retain the trace of hurry. The mess leaves the elements of the night. Who recognizes the faint green living in the branches and inherits the temperament of the sun! When the black silence and human shape and human feeling form a huge whole, then the pain and itch will be lost, and the thoughts will also be put in prison; So the glance at the young time will also collapse, waiting will also become sculpture. A person, a lonely person, her blood is frozen, wrapped in the deep thoughts, love. Fossils become beautiful plots in the world. I don’t know whether the night is developing towards deeper concentration, or has it reached the end?! All the sounds and expressions were tightly wrapped by the night, and I was also locked by the cold and black of the night. I couldn’t move or make a sound. 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. 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Tree lived white crescent

Mr. Shi Zhangming, who was far away from Tianjin, left me a message in the mailbox, recommending a new song, “inch of grass heart”, which was free. Baidu came out and listened quickly first. Don’t ask my home, whether it is in the end of the world, I know there are azaleas in the mountains; Don’t ask my home, whether there is myth, I know there are white crescent moon on the tree. Once you enter the atmosphere of music, you can’t help feeling in your heart, like a mountain spring, gurgling; This is a very natural expression of emotion, it is also the release of some kind of emotion accumulated in the soul that bursts out instantly. With the ups and downs of music, the splendid country scenes slowly unfolded in front of my eyes; No matter the smoke floating in the morning light or the ink landscape under the night, it was hard to describe the amorous feelings in my heart, without deliberate touch, you can suck out the thousands of tastes of tapping the soul. When people live in other places, the yearning for hometown or hometown will only increase day by day; Some scenes, characters, or fragments of life and human feelings will be enlarged gradually in some opportunities, make yourself sigh, unconsciously look at the direction of the long road, and even, there will be a lot of lingering loneliness and loneliness; Such loneliness and loneliness, it will not become shallow or unnecessary because of the flashing lights and splendid prosperity of the city. On the contrary, it will become heavy and irresistible because of the neon lights and wine-green lights of some cities. I believe that all the men and women living in other places now will have a picture of their homes that will not be changed easily in their hearts. The red flowers and green trees in the picture, the lights and the smoke from the kitchen, and the voices are faint, he would stir sensitive heartstrings from time to time. Although people were far away, they couldn’t give up the yearning, expectation and even tangled anxiety in their hearts. As far as I am concerned, it takes more than ten years to leave the familiar land and squeeze into the edge of the city to make a living; More than ten years have carved a migration track in my heart, thoughts are always floating between the old family and the city, with some helplessness and a little loss. Naturally, there are also many brand-new perceptions and feelings about life. However, those lives and human relationships that I am familiar with will become lively from time to time, stirring up my heart. The surprisingly uncomfortable and tangled feelings also add more thoughts to my restless thoughts, there are more feelings, more sentimental feelings of looking back, more mixed feelings of hope and disappointment. In this state of mind, many words have been written to explain this kind of emotion. The simple accent and nostalgia flowing in the emotion cannot be said to be touching everywhere, but it can definitely make the readers feel the various situations of people in a foreign land, no matter the real life or the precipitation of thoughts, there will be some local complex, some worldly customs that cannot be abandoned are indispensable; In these local complex and worldly customs, including the graves of ancestors, the life journey of parents, the Four Seasons painted by one side of the landscape in the bottom of the heart, even, the plum blossom in the corner of the wall, the bamboo shadow in front of the door and the green mountains behind the house will not be less; In a word, those ordinary and simple pictures have been engraved in the heart, and this life will not be obliterated; those scenes that won’t be blurred are full of lingering charm in the heart from beginning to end; And no matter how dilapidated it will be, how unremarkable it will be, how uncaring or sniffing it will be. The longer you leave, the farther you go, the clearer everything about home and home will be in your heart. Therefore, azaleas, white crescent moon, rivers, light the torches in the night sky, it will be a kind of sustenance in the heart, a kind of symbol, and a kind of constant concern of giving up; The eyes behind me, year after year, are staring at the long figure and walking on a long road;, looking back, things are different from each other, which makes people feel guilty and sad that is hard to let go. However, how can we turn back on this long road? Life is a long road, a trudge that cannot be stopped. Such a mood and such a sigh can only be recalled slowly, chewed slowly, and then rumored slowly at some time, all those unforgettable, or heartbreaking, can only bear it alone. A small straw heart makes my dreams burst into tears. Singing, it is such a complicated mood. 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. 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