With deep memories, I walked on the winding and deep mountain road behind my house.
Surrounded by the fragrance of earth, mixed with grass and flowers. Those round, bright and crystal-clear dewdrops, like scattered pearls, hang on branches and blades of grass and shine. Birds happily flew from branch to branch, shaking off "pearls". They danced and sang happily, sometimes with enthusiasm and sometimes with beautiful melody.
The morning mist is like ivory gauze, dreamlike and poetic. It can't swing, tear and cut, blocking my view, making people feel like riding on a cloud. The mountain is foggy, and the fog covers the mountain. Green is white, and white is saturated with green. Dew also seems to be surprised by the scene before, sneaking away to play elsewhere, leaving its own trace on the ground. The land is wet, and through the cracks in the branches and leaves, the afterglow of sunset glow shines on me. At this time, the morning fog on the mountain forest has disappeared, but there is still a thin and long wisp of smoke in the mountain forest. At this time, a beam of sunlight reflected obliquely to my eyes. I squinted at the gift from the sun and felt a sense of sacredness in my heart.
Corner of the park
The faint morning light, accompanied by the fragrance of the earth, comes lightly. A ray of morning light casually shone on an old shrub in the corner of the park, and then suddenly rolled up golden dust and flew. Old shrubs that are completely golden and green by the sun are free. It's like a brand-new world, with different stories happening every day.
Dewdrops swirled on the leaves of shrubs, dripping round and round along the tip of the leaves in the arms of another leaf. However, as soon as the sun appeared, the dew disappeared forever. A small beetle staggered up the rotten branch of an old shrub, and the shrub staggered down several times at once. It quickly grabbed the leaf pole with all its little feet, steadied itself and climbed up quickly, and its small black shell shone in the sun. However, the shell obviously made it bear a heavy load and soon stopped, as if thinking for a few seconds. When the shell exploded, a pair of semi-black and translucent little wings stretched out inside, spread its wings and disappeared. ...
On the other side of Bush, a snail is marching, dragging a long shiny trail behind it, which is as charming as a rainbow under the sunlight. Snail has no time to appreciate, and its road is still far, very long. When it passed several dewdrops, it had no choice but to crush them. Colorful bright marks have also become intermittent, and the morning light has just begun. ...
Broad leaf
Memories turned and flowed out, and the rest was gone. It's crisp in autumn now. In the afternoon, I strolled alone, and unconsciously walked to the opposite hillside, with a faint fragrance and a smell of earth, which made people relaxed and happy. Yes, the unique flavor of the fields in my hometown in September.
Looking for a faint fragrance, I climbed to the top of the slope. When I look around, all I can see is gold and shiny gold. Yes, it's gold. A large area is full of gold, such as gold in Huang Chengcheng. It is boundless and vast, making you stop, the breeze blows, and layers of gold are falling. ...
I couldn't hold back my inner excitement and rushed forward. A kind of gold surrounded me, flooded me and touched me.
I ran around in it unscrupulously, stroking heartily and feeling the heaviness. Listening attentively to the thin dance between them, my heart rippled like water. Looking at the rosy clouds that day, I gently closed my eyes, but my heart was lost in this rich land.
In the boundless wilderness, under the gradual afterglow, clouds are surging with the soul of nature ... Yes, it is boundless nature, vibrant nature, and the soul of nature.
Let me be silent.
In the light of the sleepless night, it is deep and flows quietly, which makes people feel a little overwhelmed. The miniature flowing in the pool road is also faintly visible, and the home has been incomplete for a long time. There was a door closing sound during the period, and the tranquility of the home was broken at that moment!
Maybe you think that your father who doesn't go home is irresponsible, but who has thought about where this reason comes from?
It was a quiet afternoon, and the silence at home made me feel a little uncomfortable. Everyone is doing their own thing. An irregular knock at the door startled everyone and they hurried to open the door. As soon as I opened it, I saw my father's face flushed and went to socialize. I'm really worried to see it crumbling. He pushed the door at random, and the heavy door slammed into the door frame and shook the ground. Just when he wanted to reach out and help him, he turned his backhand and said, "It doesn't matter." Let's talk. I groped for the white wall and walked to the bedroom. I watched him shake from side to side. Maybe I laughed at my father when I was a child, but at this time I was silent. ...
Perhaps responsibility is not necessarily a manifestation, but in invisibility, in silence, when you really feel it, you will cry for it.
sow seeds
Hazy eyes quietly opened, staring at the white wall paint on the roof for a long time, so empty, looking out of the window for three or four consecutive days of cloudy days, I sighed, and my heart was a little more depressed.
Sitting quietly by the bed, I can't figure out how to relax myself at the moment. Put on your clothes slowly, perhaps because you don't want to disturb your parents' rest, pick up your coat and close the gloomy door carefully.
Walking alone on the way to the park, the people on the road are still as sparse as before. In this gray weather, there is no trace of spring at all.
Walking into the simple but ancient stone gate, you will see the humid air instead of flowers or fragrance. Everything is like a fog, so mysterious. At this time, I was deeply moved by the scenery and surprised by the mystery of the park.
The wet stone walks slowly, slippery and soft. Walking on the bridge, looking at the lake in the distance, I vaguely heard a little tick coming into my ears. The sound is so crisp and light.
Sitting on a small stool surrounded by trees, the surrounding moisture constantly permeates the whole body, and the familiar crisp sound is looming. This time, I didn't ignore it. I gently close my eyes and feel their rhythm quietly. The brisk rhythm is so cheerful and brisk. At this time, a seed got into the soil and wetted the soil with dripping water.
I hear the voice of nature. She is so beautiful. I ran home quickly, remembering this magical melody over and over again in my heart, quickly picking up the guitar and finding the notes suitable for the rhythm one by one. After constant attempts, I finally finished this work and named it Tick Tick with the scenery at that time.
I never believed in fate before, but this time, I really realized the mystery of nature.
Cao Xiang
I never thought that grass would have such a strong fragrance.
Maybe life is busy and the pace is too fast; Maybe my heart is too impatient to calm down ... When the sun sets and the evening wind strikes, I never sit on the grass and stare at it affectionately, never listen to them whispering, never watch them dance in the wind, never watch them sway in the rain, and never even care about their bright green in early spring, let alone taste the fragrance of the grass with my heart.
I always feel that grass is ordinary and lonely. Even if they have vitality, it is useless to stop for them. On the way home from school that day, I smelled a cool smell from a distance. I looked around but I didn't find what kind of flower it was. To my surprise, this thick fragrance was actually emitted from the grass after mowing by the lawn mower. I was deeply shocked inside. Grass is not only a bit of life, not only an ordinary appearance, but also a beautiful quality-inner beauty.
I don't want to be like grass, cut it before people smell it. When everyone loses their indifference, relaxes themselves and shows the kindest and most caring beauty in their hearts, it will naturally emit a fragrance, which will attract people to know you, get close to you and like you, thus making the world more harmonious and beautiful.
The story of culture
Women must like bracelets, or they are simply confused. Since childhood, grandma has collected a lot of bracelets, some of which are left in dusty corners, and some are hung on the wall by grandma, but they have a special flavor. Every bracelet has an ancient legend strung together with red lines.
Some memories attached to the bracelet, such as grandma, were woven by this elegant and kind old man. Grandma's mysterious wardrobe always takes out many precious things, including the sterling silver bracelet I wore when I was a child. The texture at that time was completely different from now. Pure silver is pure silver. Even if it is washed away by years, it can restore the past light after careful wiping.
Grandma's favorite is the Buddhist bracelet, or more accurately, it is called the rosary. This kind of Buddhist thing always shows people with deep red, always revealing a kind of indifference to the world and a kind of accumulation of years. Touching them is like touching the soul of Buddhism. These beads seem to say that they are unhappy about things, not sad for themselves.
Bracelet, remember the years, taste the history and inherit our culture.
My hometown
Goose sings, cock crows, dog barks, cow Cleisthenes barks ... From high to low, from near to far, the noisy countryside finally falls silent. Night falls unconsciously. In addition to the increasingly dense stars in the sky, there are also kitchen smoke from time to time. The moon hastily took off her evening makeup, spread the willow branches on the ground, and sprinkled white light on the earth, as if to sprinkle a layer of silver powder on the earth. Willow in the breeze gently blows its countless "sleeves"; Naughty ducklings are playing happily in the water, leaving their owners to look for them anxiously. They're just having a party. Some sing softly, some sing loudly, sometimes solo, sometimes chorus ... how happy.
My classmate
Lao Quan is my classmate. In fact, he is not old. Just because his surname is Quan, the word "Lao" is added, on the one hand, because he is deep and steady, and on the other hand, because he gives people a sense of intimacy.
Walking on the road, it is easy to find the figure of Lao Quan. When you shout "Lao Quan", the big bow in front will turn and smile shyly, like a child, waiting for you to pass. Lao Quan sometimes doesn't talk much, but he is always listening. When you get used to his quiet listening, he will suddenly say something out of tune, which can make people laugh. Whenever this happens, Lao Quan will habitually "strawberry smile", and his expression will cause a burst of laughter.
He doesn't pay much attention to diet either, and he is basically not picky about food. I have always admired Lao Quan's frugality. I have never seen him eat snacks.
For Lao Quan, there is never a rest after class. After class, he also "worked hard", and the sweat on his head was looming. Although the class was very lively, he was unmoved. Sometimes, his classmates deliberately tease him and play around him, and he is always as cool as ever.
Lao Quan has been moving forward silently. When we stopped to enjoy the scenery, he was in the front, quiet and humble. ...
To my childhood.
When you were a child, you thought America must be beautiful, with many beautiful women. Why else is it called America? Quarrel with children for this, because it says Britain is the most beautiful, because handsome, wise and other words are good words. Then I was punished by the teacher for standing all afternoon, because there was a meeting on the playground at that time, and your voices could be heard all over the playground later. The teacher made you realize: "It is shameful to worship foreign things and flatter foreign countries." I remember this sentence clearly.
When you were a child, you were afraid to eat, but every time your parents always offered you a bowl, you would be beaten if you didn't finish it. I kept thinking at that time that my bowl was smaller than theirs, but how could the rice in their bowl be gone soon? I think they hid a tube under the table, with one end in your bowl and the other end in theirs. For this reason, I also groped under the table, but of course I found nothing.
When I was a child, you heard a senior tell you that you can't drink raw water because there are many bacteria in it, and then he brought me a glass of tap water for an experiment. He pointed to the small bubble in the cup and said, "See? Those bubbles are bacteria. " After drinking soda, I always felt covered in bacteria.
When you stand on the roof and look into the distance, you always feel that the highest mountain in the sky is the Himalayas.
Lei Feng is not a person, but an abstract noun, which means "kindness". If Lei Feng is a person, then Leifeng Tower will commemorate him. You thought the same thing when you were a kid.
When I was very young, my cousin made trouble again, and my mother threatened her: "Cry again, and sell it when the garbage collector comes!" " "As a result, someone just knocked at the door, and you ran to the front of adults to block the door and open the door without saying a word. After quarreling for a while, you actually cried: "Don't sell your sister! "From then on, whenever you quarrel with your sister and threaten to hit her, she will confidently say," Hum, I know you can't stand it! " "I'm here, completely discredited.
I'm a little embarrassed to say it. When I was a child, I thought marriage was a family matter-my parents got married, and I will marry my cousin when I grow up. But what should my cousin do alone?
It's good to have you
High-rise buildings in the distance are hidden in the sky, just like a standing monster statue, peeping at all things in the world, and someone's lights are lit up in the distance, like stars in the sky.
The gentle wind blows, everything is in the dead of night, and the occasional dog barking shows that the night is not so deep, and the rows of street lamps are so charming and comfortable.
Looking at the original deep blue sky, I smeared a layer of ink, except the one near the moon, which had already faded from the deep darkness under the touch of silver light. The hazy clouds on the horizon are covered with gauze, and the stars sleep in it. A few stars blinked excitedly and let them swim quietly in the night.
The street lamp was still on at first, but then it seemed that the moon was shy and turned off the light. So, I really saw a quiet night. Although the moon is not so round, the silver light is also very bright, and people sleep quietly under the comfort of your gentle hand. A few wisps of wind, holding the night sky, wandering in the flowers; The tree is as comfortable as drinking wine, casting a faint shadow on the ground and swaying slightly to appreciate the boundless significance of this quiet night; Cordate telosma looked up at the moon with her beautiful face, looked at her mother like a child, and smiled sweetly.
On this quiet night, I seem to be above everything, and I don't have to think about the darkness of the day. Only I am alone in this quiet night, blowing, chasing and watching, everything is so harmonious.
Only in this world without sadness can we truly be ourselves, and only here can we truly appreciate the brightness of the moon, not the brilliance of the city; It is an ensemble of wind and heart, not a fast-paced life; This is an elegant shadow, not a haze of failure.
A quiet night under the moon. I am very quiet ...
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