A Masterpiece of Pear Lyric Prose —— Rain Pear
I like pear flowers very much. Whether it is blooming or falling, it is as pure and beautiful as fairy snowflakes, as jade as jade, as the moon fairy in the vast sky, clean, elegant and wonderful.
A rain, lightly sprinkled, sprinkled on pear blossoms, "rustling" crisp and cool. The music played is great, whether it's nature or warblers. There should be no parting and no waiting in this artistic conception. It should be lovers passing by, sitting opposite each other, listening to the rain and enjoying flowers together, singing poems together and snuggling up to each other.
However, life seems to be unsatisfactory many times, but love is always killed by mistake, often heartless. As a tall building, it is always difficult to see the figure of returning people. When passing through Qian Fan, pedestrians come and go in a hurry.
Perhaps those plots only grew up in poetry, in the petal rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and because of that kind of acacia, there is really no place on earth, so the woman who can't stand the cold had to sigh at the pear flower: "I want to close the door at dusk, and the rain hits the pear flower." She also waited until dusk, and when she was desperate, she closed the door deeply.
However, she may only close the courtyard door, the house door and the deep courtyard door, and when did the heart door of lovesickness really close? In the evening rain, the door is always half open, just waiting for the sudden return from afar, standing outside the pear flower courtyard and knocking gently, saying, I'm back, it's me.
I'm sure I won't be disappointed by such gentle waiting day after day. Although the pear blossoms in the yard are waiting, there is no figure in the pear blossoms, but such waiting is easy to enjoy.
Suddenly I was thinking, I don't know when I started, I fell in love with the dusk when the rain hit pear blossoms. Maybe I had such a wait after meeting him, and I waited tirelessly from then on, without the illusory resentment of women in the beautiful artistic conception, but with a little more real beauty waiting.
Maybe I am born with a romantic charm. I always like to put the petals of pear flowers in my mouth and set them off with my pink face when it rains at dusk. Dancing gently in the falling flowers, gently stretching the sleeves like sleeves in your own yard, feeling that your wrist is one foot thinner and your sleeves are one inch wider. I think he should come back when he is busy. If I see thin, will it hurt me?
Throw a pear flower in your mouth into the air and the wind will blow it away. Will it dance with him all the time in the air? Will it convey the message that I miss and care about?
Since I met him and fell in love with him, he has paid too much for my family. Because of my poor health, he always takes care of me in every possible way and shoulders the burden of family alone.
Maybe it's really because of love that I get better day by day. I can not only go to work, but also do it well. However, I still like the artistic conception of rainy dusk, like waiting in this artistic conception, and enjoy that unique charm in waiting.
At those times, I always leaned against the window and waited for him to come back quietly. I heard his footsteps in the alley. I heard him gently push open the yard door. Listening to him from a distance, I asked, "Ziyan, are you better today?" How do you feel? "
I reached out and stuck the pear petals I had left on the windowsill: "Have all the pears fallen?" I should be ready, too I want you to accompany me to see the pear blossoms on the mountain. You always say there is no time. "
"Are you? I wronged my purple smoke, there will be time, as long as you get better. " He said, looking straight at me with concern.
Just thinking about this, I happened to meet a gust of wind, and pear flowers flew out of the courtyard in the drizzle. I think it's time for him to stop dancing and go to the kitchen to heat the rice. The rice that cools down again and again will heat up again and again.
I picked up pear flowers again and again, counted the petals, and prayed that he would have a pleasant journey and go home smoothly. Pray every time you tear off a flap, and your heart will move every time you pray. Love his fluctuations again and again, to him.
Finally, I heard the bell of the courtyard gate. Finally, I heard his voice calling me: "Yan Zi, wait anxiously. I worked overtime again today. It's getting late. Have you eaten? " What do you want to eat? I'll do it. "
When he came in, he looked at the cold dishes on the table. He held my hand lovingly: "my purple smoke, how many times have I said, I will do it." If you are hungry, go out and buy something to eat first, not to cook for you. "
Gently, he always likes to hold my face, and when he looks carefully, it seems that he can never get enough of it. When asked, he would say, "Purple smoke, I just can't get enough of it. You are the only peach blossom in my garden. The world is white, and the only little red is mine. How can I not love it and cherish it? " "
I smiled, raised the pear petals that I had just prayed for him and threw them into the air: "I just want you to know that I am also in the kitchen, so don't underestimate me, hehe."
With a wave of his sleeve, a drizzly pear flower came over and looked at each other affectionately. He smiled affectionately, kissed me deeply on the forehead, and circled my waiting. It was a beautiful waiting and sincere love. Melt love into daily necessities, and turn love into life, as vivid as a drizzle washing pears, pure and holy. Yes, there is no reason. But full of poetry, deep in the ocean, delicious and beautiful.
A masterpiece of lyric prose about pear flower: pear flower always tears with people.
Pear blossoms always follow people's tears, and they are proud of the snow and enjoy the clouds for half their lives.
How I wanted to meet you that year! The little girl who couldn't help smiling at the picture on the wall, the little girl who cried when she saw a hungry child in the movie, and the little girl who learned to sing and dance vividly. Where were you that year?
How I wanted to meet you that year! The girl with long straight black hair, the girl standing in Xia Feng in a white dress, the girl who writes poems and then writes a diary. Where were you that year?
How I wanted to meet you that year! I can't reach out and hold me tomorrow. I wander alone in the street. I am disillusioned again and again. I wander between life and death. Where were you that year?
No one can understand how difficult it is to cross the storm. Every day, every year, the past is like smoke, and the years leave marks, waiting for the way home. After vicissitudes of life, who dares to expect affectionate gaze? I thought that there would be no more songs in life, and the soul had already broken into a string of bubbles, which rose and disappeared with the myth of the sea and disappeared without a trace.
In the dark, what kind of waiting made me meet you covered in scars? Perhaps in a previous life, under the blooming pear tree, we once met and held hands in tears, and fell into a depression with the flying of snow-white pear flowers. In this life, distant memories and fateful arrangements have separated us from each other, and then with loneliness and fatigue, we met in a distant foreign land and suffered greatly in the secular world of mortals.
Starting from every night, counting a Pak Lei petal, we relive the promise of past lives.
Memories are vivid, and the promises made by tears are destined to be presented by tears. You gave me affection, you gave me pain, I gave you love, I gave you helplessness. The most painful moment is the moment when each other burns to ashes!
My life is too ordinary, with indelible sadness. I want to turn into a proud snowflake, give you the original purity and beauty, and give you all the years. But fate only let me know you in this way, adding a lot of unspeakable sadness.
Some wounds you can't see, some tears you can't hear. Don't you really understand that I know how to cherish you? I love you for the rest of my life. I am willing to exchange my persistence for your happiness. I am hurting your tears, your happiness, your dreams and your pain! Is it possible to meet our afterlife only after crossing the cliff?
Winter is coming. Dear, look, the snowflakes flying all over the sky are gestating a small pear white!
A Masterpiece of Pear Lyric Prose —— Pear Feelings
Last February, I went to the southern mountainous area of Taodou, where I saw the scenery of a hundred acres of Jingzhi pear garden. Standing at the southernmost tip of Furong Ridge, overlooking the Oriental Bronze Officer, the clouds are lingering, the wind and rain are dew, and the beautiful scenery is panoramic. In the north, the green and sparkling Jingshan Lake reflects the pear garden like a silver mirror, shining brightly. Overlooking the provincial forest farm in the south, the mountains are green, and the 10,000-mu bamboo sea is fresh and charming. The delicate green beauty is swaying in Longchi Mountain's arms with the wind, and the bamboo shadow is dancing and delicate, which makes people feel relaxed and happy for an instant. I can't leave. Wandering in the infinite scenery carved by nature, my thoughts seem to grow on the imaginary wings wandering between green mountains, green waters, blue sky and white clouds, soaring in beautiful space.
Overlooking the ocean of bamboo, there are thousands of acres of tea gardens and full of green, which are fragrant and refreshing. The oasis of tea is full of vitality, and every slope is filled with the fragrance of negative ions. That kind of hearty and relaxed feeling makes people feel elegant. When you look at the pear trees all over the mountain, it is like a goddess scattering flowers, and Shan Lan is like snow dancing on the mountain, floating out a happy and auspicious New Year and a happy and healthy scene. The new and old branches of pear trees are intertwined, and the annual rings of pear trees are formed. The green leaves set off the elegance and beauty of flowers, and the faint fragrance of flowers seems to be telling the feelings of spring and pears, telling the crispness and sweetness of pears, moistening the lungs and relieving cough, nourishing the heart and nourishing the nature. These reasons have long been widely known. Pears seem to tell their charm in a charming way. Huge pears have plenty of sunshine and rain. . . . .
Suddenly I remembered Su Dongpo's pear flower poems, which were vivid and beautiful. Two nights of mandarin duck quilt, pear tree pressing begonia. Cen Can's pear poems; Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom. The population is very beautiful. Pear blossoms are indifferent to willows. Liu is full of flowers. The breath of spring, the artistic conception of spring, and the expression of pear flowers, if the spring breeze smiles sweetly, the white and flawless face of pear flowers will ripple, and the romance and warmth of spring will be written. Spring breeze opens the heart of pear flower, and spring rain embellishes the vivid beauty of pear flower. Mo Yun, who painted the poems of Tang and Song Dynasties, praised the vitality of pear flower and wrote the appearance of spring rain in her rich fragrance. She danced against the warm spring breeze, with fresh beauty and elegant charm. The peach blossom girl smiled at the spring breeze, reflecting the colorful and gentle spring, reading the poetry and painting of pear flowers, and slowly depicting the deep friendship of pear flowers in your dreams; Pear blossoms, spring rains, pear flower falls, spring mud, natural beauty, everlasting regret songs, eternal fans, eternal thoughts, neon feathers and rainbows are woven into red skirts. Singing and dancing lightly, playing and singing a song with expression, courtesy like a dream, and bosom friends outside the cloud nine. The Milky Way in the sky goes all the way to Wan Li, looking at the lover's lovesickness, looking out, looking through the autumn water, deep meditation, tender poems and blossoming pears are also thoughts and reverie. They are concerned about the ends of the earth, and pear blossoms have spread all over Shan Ye, which has a reputation as noble and elegant as jade, as well as fresh and beautiful as lotus.
Pear drops of rain break Qiong Yao, Haitang silk rings break red makeup, peaches and pears are enchanting in white, and spring breeze and spring rain sway in spring tide. Thousands of pear blossoms are fragrant and full of friendship. Looking at the delicate and charming appearance of pear flower girl, I didn't want to leave for a long time. She whispered to me, smiled in the spring breeze, amazed people who knew the beauty of nature, and carved a wonderful smile in the cloister of memory.