The warmest rays of sunshine

It was expected that the steep rain and wind dragged the skirt of the first cold, and stayed in the waste heat of this summer for two days of cool and refreshing. This morning, I suddenly saw the warm and warm sun pass, and there was an illusion as if I had passed away. Walking lazily on the Bluestone Road of the campus, looking up through the gap of the fingertips, the totally implicit and restrained light, the bright and universal light, without any dazzling suspicion, the sunshine and the circulating melody spread in my mind layer by layer, which makes people slow down unconsciously —— the exquisite red of the grass on the roadside at dusk drew closer eyes, I was delighted to open the grass and found that they were several wild strawberries. The small and exquisite strawberry fruits were covered by green around, sucking the smell of sunshine and blooming the vitality of life, it has a sense of red flowers and green leaves. I squatted on the roadside carefully and took several photos. The more I saw, the more lovely the elf was. I was a little worried when I was delighted. This strawberry was so clear that I was afraid that it would be regarded as Acacia by many people, it is hard to escape the fate of many emperors, so I quickly gathered the grass and left. I sincerely hope that everyone can enjoy the attitude and do not pick it at will! At this warm and quiet time, the warmest rays of sunshine lit up my mood through the touch of nature, which reminded me of a poem by Mr. Yu Guangzhong I just read recently, this situation and this scene were so close to each other. I wonder if this is the sense of history that Mr. Yu often mentioned! “The thinnest Twilight” the mountain, the sea and the setting sun all held my breath at the moment. I unconsciously created a big ball rolling towards the east. How did it turn into a night? Why can’t a line of wrinkles be found at the joint? The vast twilight has been ambushed outside the pine forest of heiqiu. The spectrum is magically spinning on the wall to forge gold and refine red, A handful of charms burnt into purple gray, leaving only a slight cyan fading slowly. Is this the ceremony of Yin-Yang reincarnation? Who arranged this luxurious ceremony and gave all the surprised eyes below at dusk? Quiet Hour, this is, comforting hour, lowering your head, turning back all traitors, all prodigal sons, all helpless atheists, objects are thrown to the ground this is the time when everything is withdrawn. My heart is a lonely city without fear. Four gates and eight roads are open to the thinnest Twilight in ancient and modern times. Moving quietly and easily A song “homesickness” written by Mr. Zhou after occupying that year, the light tone leaves the seeds of words in our life with strong sorrow. We remember that besides Xi Murong, the representative writer of nostalgia poems also has such a leading figure. A closer approach was a digest recommended by a friend. One of the articles “listen to the cold rain” was attracted at one glance, so in such a busy high school career, mr. Yu was marked in his mind with the label of a literary master. Now I re-read the collection of Mr. Yu’s classic works, and the feeling of familiarity and kindness echoed in my chest again. I smiled and told my friends to read Mr. Yu’s prose, the neat sense of rhythm always makes people have the passion of speech. Every word is colored glaze, sonorous and depressing. For example, half carats of malachite, 1/7 of Topaz fan pendant, 1‰ carats of blood-born agate, diamond mine under Pangu axe, astronomy does not play one thousandth. The Milky Way winds with sensitive nerves, covering each other from beginning to end, spreading high-speed and exquisite touch. The star valve in the South Sky is warm and prominent with its light flag, mr. Yu was really trained in the stove of Chinese characters. I think the reason why this little poem touches the mind is not only the ingenuity of writing, but also a familiar feeling. Maybe each of us once had such experience: my heart is a lonely city without craving/four gates and eight roads open to the thinnest Twilight in ancient and modern times/Quietly/easily occupy it. Yes, the vast sea, the slim sky, even if the heart is toward the ancient and modern, aiming at Ling Yun, but always the simplest essential things in life can be easily captured. There is no fence in the real heart, and there is always a original intention to pursue and discover beauty, just like the joy brought by these strawberry fruits found today. I believe I had this feeling before, it made me feel happy, so my heart was occupied by those strawberry fruits quietly and easily at this quiet time, just as Mr. Yu fell in love with the thinnest twilight. In fact, is there a moment when you feel familiar? Maybe it’s just a very common thing that will evoke the feeling of deja have before. You are familiar with the current time to stop, the past years travel back and forth in the same dimension, which makes you feel in a trance instantly, it seemed to be able to smell the breath of each other at that time. Even though it was fleeting, it still made my mind lengthen in the past year. The outline of memory is always clear in the feeling, guiding you to pick up the left in the basket. From prosperity to silence, no matter what kind of mood you feel on the way, there will always be a waiting, or familiar throbbing or unfamiliar warmth. Therefore, when we meet strangers and get familiar with each other, we all choose to believe in deja have met each other, and then stand quietly in the tunnel of time, hoping to get familiar with each other again, without any explanation. 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