Bright and bright sky

I have been hurriedly walking through the gaps between tall buildings and the invariable streets like this every day. I don’t remember how long I didn’t look up at the sky carefully, let alone pay attention to what color the sky is, I just heard people say that the sky is blue and high. I just know from the words that the sky is gray and gloomy. I just learn from literati and movers to sigh up to the sky when I am in a bad mood: The sky is dark and dark with ink. Or it may be related to mood. In busy days, many things are just heard and imagined like this. The sky in the morning must be the most beautiful, I think. Therefore, on a misty morning, I persuaded myself to give up a chance to sleep late. I stepped on the breeze, bathed in the morning dew, and came to the riverside of yangliuyi with the crowds of morning refining. The East is still hazy, and the sky is light blue, which is as light as a drop of blue ink in a large basin of clear water; The light blue sky is dotted with several gray clouds, the sky is just like a graceful girl wearing a long dress with a light blue background, and the skirt is surrounded by light white clouds. The breeze blows and dances. In an instant, there was an illusion that a soft silk cloud gently touched me. It was ethereal and real. I clearly felt the warmth of the cloud, the softness of the cloud, and the comfort of the cloud, A drunkenness sitting in the clouds and a wisp of emotion floated through my eyes, spreading slowly along the fragrance of flowers. It was really real and gently attached to my face; It turned out that the color of the sky was not only the visual beauty, it is also a sense of enjoyment. Quietly, the Sun showed a red face reserved, and the Oriental Sky turned into a golden red in a flash, The cloud was covered with a veil shyly, and the sky was dressed in a different suit, deep and oiled blue and oiled Blue …… a kind of clear understanding of enchanting in my heart, it turns out that people’s mood is just like the color of the sky, all change. When you encounter twists and turns, your mood will become dejected, depressed and hesitant, and you will feel sorry for yourself. Even if it is sunny, your heart will still feel Gray, however, the gray wind and electricity were still blowing in my heart. It was a heavy rain coming from mountains, bothering my heart, and a kind of depression of lingering and suffocating. The time is like a blink of an eye, and the time is like water. Washing away the lead and having a good mood are the springs of happiness. In the busy schedule, I stole a little spare time and came to the suburb of green mountains and rivers, far away from all the high-rise buildings piled up by the noisy reinforced concrete, to truly feel the lake and mountain scenery. Raise your head and look at the vast sky. Or on a rainy afternoon, you don’t need to hold an umbrella with your hands, just walk in the rain like this, let the raindrops slide down gently, and let the raindrops kiss your cheeks vaguely. The sky in the rain had a special Extreme. The light clouds were singing and dancing with glittering raindrops. The sky was slightly gray and mixed with a little black. The air was swaying with a touch of soil flavor and the trickle rain, elegant, lightweight, hazy and ethereal. The air is fresh and clear, and a kind of refreshing coolness sneaks into the bottom of your heart. At this moment, you will feel that you are so light and small, as low as dust. Or in some twilight, sitting quietly in the sunset alone, feeling the sadness and beauty of the sunset. At this time, the sky was the most beautiful in a day. The setting sun was burning in the sky, and everything was covered with Sunglow, Lake light and mountain scenery. It was beautiful, and people couldn’t help sighing the god’s ingenuity. Walking through the afterglow of the sunset, the beauty of sadness is scattered in the vast expanse of smoke. Life is a process of rising and falling in the morning, just a process, no matter you are happy or sad, no matter you are rich or poor, as time passes by, you are gradually moving away in the morning bell and evening drum. Life flies, ups and downs, ups and downs, ups and downs, no surprise, and a common heart are the real wisdom and ignorance. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it will disappear, just like life. No matter how famous you are, you can’t escape from the fate of driving the crane to the West. Time flies, time flies, no fetters, no dependence, reckless. I still like the moonlight as water in the night sky, the stars are bright, the Moonlight flows quietly, the sky is blue, the Moonlight is sad and fascinated. Lonely, quietly open, silently knock the soul. The Moonlight stretches beautifully under the sky, pouring out the clear glow of the ground, with dark fragrance and shadow, covered with flower tips and treetops, swaying and listening to the soothing and romantic sound of the moonlight falling down on the Earth. Big beads and small beads falling jade plate are the best evidence. Whether it is a full moon or a crescent moon, it is so fascinating. Occasionally you can see white clouds walking around the heaven with stars holding the moon, A fleeting meteor cuts through the night sky to show a beautiful and short bloom. When the moon hangs on the branch, the appointment must come from this feeling after dusk. The night sky is as smoky as fog, and the broken dots are as dreamy as a dream. The night is as cold as water. In such a night, no matter how much helplessness you have, no matter how life makes you anxious or desperate, it doesn’t matter at this moment, and your heart becomes open-minded and cheerful, people are unconsciously indifferent, everything is so plain in your eyes. The true rich are those who know how to admire themselves, laugh at life and have peace. Find a quiet in the hustle and bustle, settle the fatigue in your heart and cleanse your soul. Give yourself a happy reason, a happy space and a place to release pressure: no matter how tired you are, remember to raise your head occasionally and look at the Light Sky….. 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…

Rural Chronicle (iv) the depth of residual Lotus

It was dry and thin, with pale yellow leaves. The water in the pond had almost dried up. It was not long before I walked along the familiar straw stem. The red leaves and green leaves in the past had become my memory. Is it autumn? Indulged in the quiet of the countryside, with green eyes, the thought instinctively thought that everything should be a vibrant impression. The fact shows that in fact, nothing can escape the reincarnation of life. People are, plants also. The grass leaves have turned yellow. Although there are still some tender buds in the shadow, they can’t change the tone of the whole picture. It was an evening with coolness, so I wore a long coat and trousers, standing quietly beside the lotus pond where weeds were still flourishing. The setting sun was still there, with colorful and affectionate patterns all over the sky, and people around the lotus pond were at ease, occasionally, a bird came in a hurry, and suddenly went away with astonishment. On the other side of the dirt road, there was a grape garden which had picked fruits. The vines and stems were lingering, but the steady flats were gone, and the branches and leaves spread, slightly thin. There are three or two houses nearby, which are hidden under the sunset clouds. On the side of red bricks and green tiles, there are bamboo forests and fruit trees. On the top of the roof, the antenna of the TV is overlooking the public. Breathing the clean air gently, there is the fragrance of plants in the air, with different thoughts, and the scene which has nothing to do with the scenery in front of you reveals naturally. There are also some puddles, where lotus leaves stand, the silt gray brown slowly arch, a few little fish, playing and chasing in it, which is the nature of children like human beings, don’t change because of the hardship of environmental war crisis…. Hua Fa covered his father’s sluggish eyes. His hands and feet were no longer flexible and his consciousness was loose. The time of more than 60 years was frozen. Father, is this your autumn? The hard-working mother constantly massages and turns over for her father to feed food and medicine every day. Facing her father whose language has been obstructed, her mother seems to ignore him completely, telling him movies and televisions and stories outside, sometimes I also said that before, when I was talking, my mother would laugh or bowed her head sadly, but did my father know? Sometimes it seems to feel that he is sober in his heart. Sometimes he can see him staring at a certain place and thinking about something. Sometimes he will show his preference and dislike the food, resolutely spit it out from the mouth, and do not hide the antipathy. Of course, it is obvious that I like it. The mouth wrapped by white beard is wide open, showing the most primitive desire for food. Naturally, you will associate the lotus pond with the flourishing of yesterday, the residual Lotus and rusty grass of today, the whole life and the autumn of grass and trees. Every living individual will encounter the same start. No matter how tenacious the vitality is, there is a limit. Life is only a hundred years, just like Lotus without flowers. But in the depth of the remaining Lotus, Lotus with white snow condenses the perfect dream of lotus pond, just like the human world, the descendants inherit the hope of human beings. The beauty of life lies in process and more in meaning. Autumn is coming, and it is also a time when fruits are plentiful. Walking back all the way, heavy fruits are climbing on large orange branches, corn red tassel is fluttering, pods are everywhere. In front of the yard, osmanthus trees gradually become flower buds, the villagers said that the Mid-Autumn Festival would bloom, although these trees could smell a few miles away. Flowering and fruiting, we have plenty of time. Father, we are all around you. 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…

Where flowers bloom, I miss you

Where flowers bloom, I miss you

For you, I would like to gather a sleeve of flowers, guard a city alone, enjoy the loneliness of the whole life, even if the heart sounds are no one to listen, even if the messy steps scattered on the ground of heart injury. -Notes Looking at the catkins flying like snow in front of the door, the gate of memory opened again. I changed into a long white dress and put on a pink scarf. I came to the edge of Nantang. In front of us, the peach blossom is blooming. A gust of wind blows, petals fall down, touching my heart. This thing, this scene, why not teach people to miss you? I couldn’t help walking forward, folding a peach blossom lightly, picking one and inserting it into a bun. I lowered my head and smelt the fragrance of peach blossom, and I walked into the memory again. I remembered that year when you and I met here today, the peach blossoms in the garden were smiling for us; I remembered that day of that year, you and me, and the peach blossoms reflected each other. Unexpectedly, there was an unpredictable wind and cloud in the sky, and a strong wind swept in. The wind passed, and peach blossoms flew, and the falling England was like rain. Canhong, smudged the streets, and also messed up my mood. From then on, under the lonely light, I was alone, touching the heartbeat under the peach blossom tree in my memory with my heart, writing and pondering, and leaving myself alone. Once love begins, the end of the world is at hand; Once love passes by, the end of the world is at hand. Is this a joke given to me by God in this world? For me, can the so-called happiness in this world only stay in the dream of blooming peach blossoms? Yijiang Liulan, whose beauty has been locked? Who’s haggard covered by a light makeup? A paper dust Dream, whose heart is broken? Who’s the dark fragrance after a storm? When you cherish the past and stand in canyang, who will be sad when thinking of nishang alone? Leaning in the dream, crying alone when waking up. Green poplars fly, spring breeze is silent. Now, scenery still, Mountain difficult Xu. I have forgotten how many days I wore a mask, forced to smile and pretended to forget the truth of the reality; I have forgotten how many nights I walked on the edge of my dream, searching, looking for a tender that can comfort the wound. Although the windowsill I miss is lonely, it is still my favorite. This life, this heart, this love, only belong to you. Without you, how can I continue the love story in my life? Who has fallen into the soul of Lingling in the world of mortals, and the lingering soul is deeply obsessed with the third generation? King know? Year after year, year after year, my heart is still moving to you and me, just like the minute and second of that month of that year. On the other side, smoke flows, are you waiting like me? After you don’t go, when I walk in the noisy streets of the city, a similar voice and a similar figure will always make me lose my mind for a moment. In the night of missing, I often like to show a piece of plain paper, sitting quietly in the night alone in a daze. More often, I will lock myself in a silent world, regardless of whether the flowers and plants are flourishing or whether the seasons are warm or cold, I only replayed the once warm and touching fragments in my mind, and only tried hard to search for your memory, trying hard to understand your breath. Then, keeping the pure land in my heart alone, let the lovesickness of every day and night turn into the plain language of white lotus, and turn into the pure white of season after season. It is said that it is the most beautiful April day in the world, but now I live up to the spring rhyme and spring scenery. I just stay in the forest and sing alone, and my listless eyes are swaying with the wind into thin blue smoke. Now, I am still guarding the Lonely Town, listening to the melody of the lonely River, writing lonely poems of fleeting years, waiting for the passing of green birds foolishly. In front of me, the wind was blowing slowly, brushing my sad face, falling from my eyebrows to my heart, gently stirring the broken heartstrings, which failed to adjust for a long time, only causing the sigh in my heart to rise and fall, falling down and lifting up…… 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…