Lazy Afternoon

There was no wind, the sunshine filled every corner, and the sky seemed to be too bright. If it were not those carefree white clouds, I really doubt its existence. A rare afternoon in the early spring season, warm, let people breed lazy heart. Simply move a bamboo chair, brew a pot of chrysanthemum tea, half squinting, making it as if sleeping as waking up, letting the sunshine flow all over the body. Bathing in the sunshine like cotton wool, everyone should be lazy. As the saying goes, spring is sleepy and autumn is tired. Quiet, the unique quiet in the countryside. There were several little sparrows, chasing all the way, flapping and beating, flying down to several pieces of fine bamboo which gradually turned green in the yard, and then rolling from the top to the ground, raising fine dust. Don’t stop them from intruding rudely, because I feel that this may be the way they enjoy the sunshine at this moment. Why bother them? I squinted and smiled like this, watching their endless play and fight. In such a season and such an afternoon, I suddenly felt that it was a very pleasant thing. After all, the little sparrows stopped playing, but without a short rest, they threw themselves into the blue sky again, and the silence in the yard was restored, but my thoughts grew crazily with them, and I couldn’t pull them back. In this peaceful silence, I forgot the noise, prosperity and excellence outside this small village, as well as those people and things. It seems that all I can remember is myself and the desire in my heart. Away from those complicated personnel, as relaxed and free as detached from the world. Without any fetters, you can calm down your heart completely and do what you like. I seem to have been forgotten by the world when the sun and the moon alternate from cold to summer. I, who had never had extravagant demands for this world, also gradually forgot this world. I recovered my previous simplicity and felt really happy. Just thinking about it, my son led a group of friends to rush in, jumping up and down in the yard as if no one else, laughing and laughing, just like those little birds who just flew away. I am a person who likes children very much. Although they broke my mind and disturbed my cultivation, it was really rude compared with those little sparrows, but I wouldn’t be annoyed. Little Sparrow has the nature of little sparrow, and children have the true nature of children. Seeing them groping and beating endlessly, my tiredness had disappeared. From their captive figures, from their innocent laughter, it seemed that they saw themselves many years ago. I suddenly felt envious and thought that only when people were in childhood could they get real happiness. They didn’t understand life and society, and their hearts were pure and flawless. They were full of beautiful yearning for the future. That childish body can generate great interest and enthusiasm for anything. Wherever you go, the sun will shine. Looking at them, besides envy, I felt a little emotional in my heart. Only children are the real hope in this world. Without children, the world is a pool of dead water, with no vitality and even no vitality to talk about. Children are spring flowers, and what we adults need to do is to make these flowers bloom freely in spring as much as possible, the real spring. The children probably thought the yard was too crowded, so they ran away with innocent laughter, and the yard was quiet again. In fact, I have never felt any noise, and I have been quietly enjoying this rare afternoon in the early spring season. Those sounds are just the music that has always existed in the countryside and will never stop. They come from the real and the nature, pure and wonderful. On this lazy spring afternoon, my thoughts couldn’t be controlled and flooded. However, I like it. Spring is coming, it is good. Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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…

Dream

In the dark, I saw a star flashing and swinging on the black night. The night wind blew up, and the colorful clouds set up black wings to fly. The night is resplendent in a bright way. The star is so bright and lonely. It is the eternal dream in the heart, so clear and strong in the dead of night, but when facing the reality, it is so fragile and vulnerable. I finally choose to abandon you, because you are a dream, something illuminating my way, because you are a dream, you can’t cure all the time on the soil of reality, because you are a dream, you were so sacred and pure today, so I cried at the moment when you disappeared in the morning. Stars, such a bright star, you are my lover in my heart, you are the kind brilliance in his black eyes, you shine in my heart like him, but the opportunities between people can not only rely on feelings, if there is no fate, there is no part. Therefore, I choose to watch you far away and watch your beauty quietly until you disappear the stars, the initial throb in my heart, I will follow you. Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…