Flower homing trajectory

As the annual rings go round and round, we get along day and night with the years. When I was a child, I always felt that the life was too slow, and it seemed that it was still in a certain period of time. But now, I feel that the time was so fleeting along the fingers. When a kind of astringent smell which is a little heavy, strong and lingering in people’s mind grows slowly in the body. I have to have mood fluctuations, tears streaming down my face….. In the gorgeous flowers of life, every flower is trying to show its beautiful appearance. The process of showing off the corner is very like a Rubik’s Cube, which can not cover all aspects, but we should try our best to embody some values about our own existence. If one day, every face is thought to be in place by oneself, no matter how hard you try to change any face, outsiders can only see the emerging side. Others, in the dark, in some abandoned corners; Or in the stirring cracks, waiting for the day of seeing the light. Candy paper recalled the childhood which was a little vague now, and cut my sister’s head neatly. Raise your head, stick candy paper of various colors on your cheek, and then squint at the color of the sky. The flickering haziness. Since then, dreams and longings of various colors have been melted into that thin and small candy paper. However, times have changed, but we can no longer go back to those simple days without any impurities or bacteria. On that summer afternoon many years ago, adults all went to the farm to bask in wheat. Some friends in nearby villages who can’t name or remember their faces will call them to hide and play in the wheat field. A pair of very simple candy sandals had already worn out after they couldn’t stand running like that, but the wheat residue cut the legs and feet without any sense. At that time, what I feared most was all kinds of Caterpillar. However, many years later, nowadays, dwelling in a big city has already blurred the beauty of the sunset. I have already forgotten the pleasure and fragrance brought by running. Even if something similar to Xiaoqiang crawls out of the corner of the house, he will still do things calmly and pat it to death with slippers. …… After thinking about a question for a long time, the answer is still not clear. In fact, the answer is not unknown. It is only because of its great harm that we cannot understand it thoroughly. At present, what we need is a calm and peaceful psychological attitude or a calm and self-disciplined attitude. One night of paper cutting, I remembered all kinds of window flowers cut by my grandmother. In the snowy winter, every corner of the room was covered with glass, and that kind of Red House was warm everywhere. Lying bed shang ban shang tossing and turning, but can not sleep long. Turn over to the ground, find scissors red paper, and carefully recall every detail of paper cutting. Cut it down and slowly open it, but it is a shape that is nothing. My heart was blocked, and I still struggled with myself. After cutting for two or three hours, my waist and back were sore and my arms were sore. The cut is not a little old. Tired of cutting, lying on the table, looking at a table of paper. Tears fell down, but there was no sound. I don’t know when it will happen. It was the next day when I opened my eyes again. The sun climbed into the window from the other end of the mountain and I couldn’t open my eyes with its golden light. Expand your five fingers and look at the dust in the sunshine from your sleepy eyes. Stretch your waist, stick a table paper-cut on the glass, jump down from the chair after pasting, lie on the rocking chair and look around. More messy and deliberate, less warm and warm. At that time, sadness came from, unhappy. There are too many plots in life that are easy to remember. However, some memories will make people have the illusion of loss…… When the wheat field was young, Grandpa’s home was on one side of the wheat field, and rivers and mountains were on the other side of the wheat field. When it is small, I like the refreshing joy brought by wheat fields in summer and autumn. Standing in the wheat field in summer, the wind blows, and the big waves surrounded by the wheat field come across. The Straw hit me and felt itchy. Shorter wheat seedlings will get into my skirt at this time. There were always some honest friends beside me who pulled out the wheat fields for me to run over smoothly. My friends would smile with their mouths covered and call my name. I don’t know why I liked running so much at that time. That feeling is like the stimulation of racing nowadays. It’s just more natural and better. One autumn several years ago, I went to the outdoor shooting with sister Hua who was engaged in photography, and went through a large number of wheat fields. The spectacular, golden and heavy joy hurt my eyes when the sun was setting, and many memories rushed into my mind at that time. At that time, sister Hua took a photo of me which I thought was the most natural in my life. Among them, a figure standing in the wheat field was almost taken as the cover of her advertisement. Although the wheat field is very high, the long hair is waist-high. But for this, even if it is as ostentatious as me. However, there is still a tradition that cannot be put on the table, which is blocking here. I admit that I will never exceed such a thing in my life. I don’t want to go beyond it. Since coming back with sister Hua, this group of photos has never been seen by the third person. However, I was glanced at by a bosom friend like the wind for a few times. After knowing that it was a photo, I began to rush with me. Maybe because I looked too tough when I was protecting the photo, he was not arguing. Destined, some specific things are left to some specific memories. Just as I left my beautiful and lonely back to the beautiful and lonely wheat field in my heart as always. I have no intention to pick up the fragments scattered by my memory on the ground when I was knocking on the keyboard. I counted a piece of longing, a piece of confusion, a piece of Watch, lost courage, but what I couldn’t pick up was that piece of innocence, a piece of warmth Like (prose editor: prose online) 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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