Human Fangfei san yue days

Inscription School is located in a relatively remote and desolate place, facing Huang Gao from afar. Surrounded by ponds and farmland. The modern atmosphere seems to disappear here. My classmates all said this was a place suitable for learning, and I laughed at one of them. I don’t feel much about it. I don’t like it or hate it. The only thing that impressed me most was that it was full of free air and fragrance. I don’t know what the Paradise Tao Yuanming is looking. Maybe it was the enviable idyllic life of sunrise and sunset. Maybe it is the beautiful place where people can enjoy the clouds and the clouds, and the flowers bloom and fall. Each one according to his lights. But nothing more than letting the soul be free and exiled. If we want to imitate the ancients and return to the mountain forest, this should be the best choice. Far away from the world, there is no hustle and bustle of traffic, and there are only thousands of purple and red and flowing water that cannot be closed in the garden. I never knew that the charm of spring breeze was so great, suddenly like the spring breeze coming at night, green willows and red peach blossoms. The Willow is swaying but the style is not lost, the peach blossom is delicate but not vulgar. The iris which has been forgotten for a long time also attracts our attention again at this moment. Suddenly, the quiet campus suddenly became lively. In the early morning, when the new sun penetrates through the clouds and the first ray of sunshine warms the Earth, the birds perched on the camphora trees begin their new day. Or sing in the trees, fly in the air, play in the woods, or hunt on the ground. I have never known what kind of plant is planted on that road? Some people said it was weeds, while others said it was green vegetables. It was not until a large number of rape flowers were in full bloom that I suddenly realized that this was the rape flowers I had been thinking about for a long time! Rape flower is not beautiful at all. For a long time, I thought it was simply vulgar. The dazzling yellow is so striking. It was not until the spring outing of the South Lake last year that I found that the original unremarkable flowers could also bloom with such beauty. Looking up, the deserted and crowded distance is already the territory of rape flowers at this moment. The yellow and green mountains and plains draw a picture of the spring scenery of mountain residence. They are full of energy in the wind, trying to absorb the spring spring and grow up. The spring rain for several consecutive days is not big, but it is also very annoying. Many activities will be dismissed because of the weather. Nevertheless, God seems to think of a different way to compensate us. A spring rain and a new one, the silk as thin as ox hair washed the stains on the grass and leaves, making them shine with the vitality of spring. With the help of the hands of spring rain, the winding path became more lonely and ethereal, occasionally showing little red. In the hazy misty rain, everything is so beautiful, like rain like fog and wind. The quiet pond beside the dormitory became very boiling at night. The frog who had hibernated for a long time would come out for activities at midnight in response to the call of spring. In the silent night, the bright moonlight splashed on the balcony outside the window, lying on the bed, watching the moonlight outside the window and listening to the sound of frogs. Flowers on the other side, flowers bloom for one thousand years, flowers fall for one thousand years, flowers do not see leaves, leaves do not see flowers. Although it is one, we will never see each other forever. I thought these sad and beautiful stories could only be found in novels, but I often ignored that novels originated from reality. Magnolia is a large flower with purple in white and white in purple. Now it is blooming alone on the branch, without the care and love of green leaves, but only the incomprehensible style of spring breeze. Imagine how this delicate flower can resist the destruction of nature. When a gust of wind blew, I saw petals flying in the air one by one, and finally returned to Earth, turning into silence. Falling red is not a ruthless thing, but turns into spring mud to protect flowers. Gong Zizhen says. In the poet’s eyes, how selfless and tall the falling red is, turning into spring mud to wait for the beauty of the next year. But who knows the sorrow and pain of falling red? The Cowherd and the Weaving Maid still meet at Queqiao every Tanabata, but they never meet each other forever. Instead of exhibiting on the cliff for thousands of years, it is better to cry bitterly on your lover’s shoulder. Nevertheless, they did not even have the qualification of exhibition. Sad indeed! Finally, it is a sad and beautiful elegan. After the rain, it’s sunny, I want to walk around, to find the concentration after the rain! 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…

Sometimes

Some memories are sealed in that corner. Use a compression software to pack and compress them all, and store them permanently in their own history museum. When looking through the glass window and watching the frames in each period of time and space, the scenes are like colorful films showing. The same air, separated by time into two unreachable distances, seems to be within reach, but far away in the memory of the horizon. We can’t go through time and space to change the decision of a fork in the road, then stand on the other side of time, quietly look at the past that has gone away, and witness the lost beauty that has faded away. Some words let it go with the wind. There is no need to follow the footsteps of time, eager to use the optical machine to check its authenticity. Let it stop at a certain point in time and freeze at a certain moment. Every time I recall, those words will turn into a breeze, touching my cheeks and stirring my heartstrings. As long as we truly feel that they have existed, it is enough. When the promise has been made for too long, it has become a promise that can’t be undertaken until it vanishes without leaving any trace. What’s more, no one knows what kind of appearance the sea, the rocks and the wasteland are. Some people, just let him leave from there, don’t have to retain. In the journey of life, people come and go in a hurry. They may have stepped on the same bus with you from a certain station, and happened to walk into your scenery, break into your sight and accompany you on an unreal journey. He was sitting next to you, and you had a pleasant conversation with a smile on your face. No matter whether you think it is familiar, like-minded, or too late to meet each other, he will leave one day. Your journey is like two intersecting straight lines. When the distance is from far and near to the intersection at one point, then you just meet, not too early or too late. However, after that, it can only go further and further until it is too far to be measured. Please do not retain me at this moment. Smile and wave goodbye, turn around and leave gracefully, and continue along the journey you should leave. For some things, you can allow yourself to imagine accidentally. We don’t have a magic wand. There are already many things that we can’t change, but we want too much. Then the occasional addiction makes me become a omnipotent little wizard, wandering in the imaginary world. Daydreams can be done, but too many fantasies often become wishful thinking. Back to the real world, be a little snail, slowly crawl and climb, look up, there will always be a piece of blue sky belonging to yourself. Some feelings are as beautiful and fresh as this moment. 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. 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…