Magnolia blossoms

When the Spring is warm and cold at first, when people have not completely changed their cotton-padded clothes and the winter jasmine is about to wither, magnolia flower will use its soft twigs and rusty buds to stand in the pavilion in March in early spring. I haven’t seen it for a few days. When you walk on the spacious Avenue again, you will find that big magnolia flower which has blossomed or is in bud, she is welcoming every passerby with her elegant fragrance. Those purple, white and yellow magnolia flowers, like cups, were swaying in the wind on both sides of the road, dotted with the Earth, becoming a beautiful scenery of the city. Occasionally, a few petals fell with the wind, it is like a flying reverie looking for the destination of the soul. I like Magnolia more because of its delicate but not bright light and charming but good fragrance, a petal, a fragrant fragrance and a wisp of affection. Every time I walked to the magnolia tree and saw its distinctive branches and big broad petals with the flower family, I couldn’t help thinking about it in my heart. In fact, no matter how hard life is, we will spend a day and a year like others. The scene of youth, ignorance and innocence like yesterday will always be fixed in the depth of our hearts. Picking a piece of petals in hand is like picking up the past years again. Facing the future, we once hesitated and hesitated. We don’t know what to do if we don’t know the world? We are distressed, anxious and indignant. We hope that there will be masters who can give us directions and let our dreams fly alone in the air. Looking up, I saw that Magnolia is still so firm, quiet and soft. I don’t know how many Rainy Nights, Magnolia is enjoying the baptism of rain quietly. Maybe in this way, it can wash away the fine dust from its blooming flowers, the scars on its roots, and return to its original pure smiling face and magnificent branches. The astringent rain flows through the heart and through the window lattice lingering in the neon night sky. I really want to comb myself quietly and review my life. Why do I often feel exhausted? Do you still achieve nothing until now? Seeing others’ success, I always blame myself for not being persistent and not working hard enough in my heart! Looking at the gloomy sky, my heart suddenly felt inexplicable helplessness and grief. Looking at the magnolia petals in my hands, I let my thoughts slide through my fingertips, just like a meteor passing across the sky, and the Flash suddenly drifted to the sky. How long is the road of life? How can we cherish the time? Magnolia blossoms and flowers thank you. At this time, it seems that I really understand myself. Therefore, on the page of magnolia petals, I wrote down hope, mood and future, the wings folded into the sea of hearts fly to the distance with the smiling faces of relatives, and greet every ordinary day with elegant posture and full spirit! Another year is the blooming season of magnolia. I am grateful, cherish,,,. 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…

Wu and bu wu

When I was sick, all the mountains and rivers lost color. I can’t see it, but still feel my pale face strongly. A pain is involved and lingering. If you don’t go for a long time, everyone will be defeated. Start to collapse, start to decay, start to blame yourself for this bad, that bad, all kinds of bad. In fact, in medicine, this is just a common problem. People don’t know how to cherish until they lose. Only when you are sick can you cherish the relaxed beauty and those days when you can sleep and eat well. What is happiness? After many years, we realized that health is really fundamental and a very serious thing. Before we understood it, we squander our health presumptuous, thinking that it was no big deal, thinking that our body could be very strong, and we could recover by ourselves at will if it was destroyed. It was not until one day that I fell ill and could recover in three or two days that I realized that I had lost my health, other things, no matter how happy they are, will eventually feel unfortunate. Buddha said: There are eight sufferings in life: life, old age, illness, death, love separation, long-lasting resentment, no need to ask, no need to let go. I pondered one by one, picked up and put down, and finally couldn’t say anything for a long time. Eight bitter, everything is unspeakable bitter. We just in red Wanli, after death. Search up and down, search hard, but also encounter love separation, can’t ask. Therefore, we complain about each other for a long time, and we can’t let ourselves go. Helpless look back again, is Centenary body. I spent my whole life in a hurry. Not enough love, not enough hate. Centenary body. Is a palingenesis. Love, hate, love, hatred, no matter how hard you can’t let go, you have to let go. No matter how reluctant I am, I have to go back. Everything in the world is no longer related to oneself. But behind us, the sun still shines brightly on that big tree. In the garden, there are still flowers, red flowers and green willows. The world is still noisy, and the pointer of time is still turning ceaselessly. The story belonging to us has been sealed up and no one will mention it any more. So the Buddha told us that we should see all kinds of empty things clearly, and learn to understand without any hindrance, so as to stop all sufferings. We really don’t understand these words when our eyes pass. You see, Buddha said: life is created by oneself, and life is born by heart. Everything in the world is an illusion. The heart does not move, everything does not move. The heart remains the same, everything remains the same. How should we practice to reach this level. How heart does not move? How to understand without any problem? Five Aggregates? But we have to run away in the world of mortals everyday, with old and young, accompanied by lovers. How can we not hold it? There will be hatred if there is love. How can there be no love or hate? How boring it is. How do we survive without love? A little baby knows how to cry for love as soon as he is born. Only when he has a warm embrace can he feel safe. When I think of a sentence, I have to experience everything before I understand it. Another sentence occurred to me: OK, I forget the pain after the scar. That’s us. Therefore, we have experienced it and seem to understand it. But after the wound was healed, he put that layer of knowledge aside, and even gradually forgot. There is no way, even if you know love, you will be hurt by love; If you hate, you will also be implicated by hate; If you love, you will be moved, and you can’t control it. Even if you know, the deeper you love, the deeper you hate; Even if you know that this bottle of wine will hurt your stomach and liver, you will still drink it or have to drink all kinds of bitterness. It turns out that we have never realized, because we are people in the world of mortals. Maybe once you come, you have to love, hate, care about, disappointed, and walk happily, so as not to show that a hundred years of life is pale. In the end, enlightenment or not, understand or not, a reincarnation eventually turned over. Close the book of life. How many people will understand? How many people will understand? How many people will be willing to come back to love and hate again? Anyway, this is the life you choose. After writing all the vicissitudes of life one by one, leave it to yourself for final examination. Have you handed in your papers seriously? Or, isn’t it, or will it be so vacant? Wu or not, after all, they have all been here. Regret or no regret, after all, only you know. 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