Like flowers

The breeze blows, the drizzle is decadent, is it pouring out? Is shallow sing? Or sad? The slight feelings are filled with smiles, and my thoughts are wisps. Among all the plants, I like flowers most, just that kind of involuntarily love. Maybe flowers bloom and fall perfectly and give poetic and pictorial meanings, right? I can’t say for sure, I really want to have a flower field with flowers blooming and fragrant, put my life in it, get drunk in it, and never wake up. I like flowers because of my childhood. On an ignorant day, I cried everywhere. Students used white paper to consciously fold small white flowers with teachers. Villagers picked all the flowers with white flowers, they all went to the village Department devoutly and put them in front of a black gauze photo frame. Later they knew that this mourning was unprecedented across the country. That flower, that love, that scene, is heartbreaking. From then on, I knew that white flower is holy, and let me know that flowers have stories. I like flowers. When I was a young girl, my neighbor was the village head. His parents bought a rose flower, so other people were reluctant to waste to grow this edible flower! Every spring, summer and autumn are full of red flowers. There are a lot of flowers. One is close to the other, and the dense fragrance of flowers can be smelled from a distance, which attracts many bees and butterflies flying, I was always not afraid of my hands being hurt by thorns. I stretched out my hands quietly and folded the flowers out of the wooden fence gently, hiding behind me secretly. I went home and found an ink bottle filled with water and inserted it into it, put it on the head of the bed, in the company of flowers, in the low and stuffy small house, I spent summer one after another, and I didn’t feel hot. After a long time, the petals were zeroed, I was reluctant to throw it away. I was exquisitely stuck in the book, and the flowers blossomed and fell. The fragrant memory kept lingering in my mind, letting me know that flowers are spiritual. Later, I met someone who held hands for a lifetime, envious of the sentiment of the rose and admiring the heart words expressed by the Rose! However, the person beside the pillow still doesn’t understand romance and wind and flowers. In his heart, maybe I am not the charming and graceful promise of a flowery woman without flowers? Don’t have that beautiful romance! Every time I see the pursuers in movies and TV plays, or the moment when my lover gives me a big bouquet of roses, I will burst into tears. I admit that I am an emotional woman, indulged in the promise of eternal love for a long time, the love with mutual affection and mutual love is a kind of unspeakable beauty even if it is close to the end of the world. Li Qingzhao wrote the romantic lingering of the poet’s lovesickness with a cut of plum blossom: The Red Lotus Root fragrance and the residual Jade cover the autumn. Skivvies, alone on lan zhou. Who will send the brocade book in the cloud? yan zi back in, yuemanxilou. Migratory water artesian. A kind of lovesickness, two idle sorrows. This situation could be eliminated by no means, so I frowned but fell into my heart. It was full of lovesickness, deep feeling, floating flowers and flowing water, which witnessed the poet’s sweet, light sorrow and shallow years, and made me understand that flowers also have affection and tenderness. I like flowers because: life is as beautiful as summer flowers, death is as beautiful as autumn leaves. When we walk on the road, when butterflies are flying over the countryside, they will send out people’s elegan, we are like idle flowers or clouds wandering in half an acre of flower field. Have you heard a girl named Tian Wei telling softly: I am willing to be happy, but I am only willing to be happy? In the lonely midnight; In the snowy morning; In her words “half mu of flower field”, I can’t see a trace of sadness, only a beautiful girl, she planted the flower field meticulously and let it bloom. I searched the watchers who never saw flowers in the flower field, maybe she is in the strong fragrance of flowers? Maybe she is in the flowers that snuggle up to each other? Maybe she can only be reborn in the words of “half mu of flower field? Since then, every month and every day every year, I hope there will be an angel smiling in the flower field where flowers bloom, which will let me know that no matter flowers bloom or fall, flowers have legendary lives. I like to face the sea, Spring flowers bloom, this is Haizi’s poem, revealing the poet’s yearning for romantic life, but also a lot of helplessness and bitterness to reality, at this time, I have learned that flowers also have dreams. Maybe we still need to pursue Haizi’s footprints and go all the way to be a happy person from tomorrow! Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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. 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My home

No. 20, Mingluo second Lane, Mountain City, is my new residence and my home. I said it’s home, but I don’t live here often. I only live here for less than two months every year. Although he lived for a short time, he had some feelings for him as a family. Lane, as its name implies, is a small corridor. The road is not wide and turns around. The Road is muddy, which makes it difficult to walk, especially on rainy days. On the last street, walking on the muddy road, the feet are covered with mud, the trouser legs are also covered with mud ideas, and the upper clothes will also be involved. There was also a slippery road. When I walked at night, I accidentally stepped into the water. The shoes were soaked naturally and almost fell down several times. Most roads in the mountain city have been hardened, but Mingluo Lane is just getting worse and worse. I have lived in it for several years, and there is no sign of transformation in that place. So I doubted in my heart: did the community forget the existence of this road, did the transformation of roadways not be included in the government’s plan, and did officials still not know that they were part of the mountain city? You know, the roads between many villages and alleys have been hardened now! This must be the county! I lived here in the primary election. Firstly, the house price here was cheap; Secondly, it was back to the mountain and facing the mountain, especially the trees and scenery on the mountain, which was remote from the main traffic routes, it is relatively quiet, and this kind of environment is just suitable for my quiet and happy character. I know the precious land with my eyes. This residential building is not luxurious, not to mention an ideal beautiful residence. There is an open land in front of Haowei’s door with bright light, cool in summer and warm in winter, I like it very much! But after I lived in it, I gradually realized its disadvantages. In front of the open land, another building was erected the next year. The sunshine was blocked and the wind was also blocked. In particular, there was a coal factory and a pig farm behind the building, which was even more troublesome. Especially in summer, when the window was opened, the coal ash was blown into a layer in a few days, which was extremely unsanitary. Dozens of pigs were raised in the pig farm. At night, the pigs were crying and buzzing, which made me unable to sleep for several nights. The smell was unpleasant and a gust of wind blew, you can smell a smell of sour pig shit all over the house. Sometimes it is strong and disgusting. The living room is safe, and all the disadvantages can be abandoned without mentioning. Fortunately, I have worked for decades, eating and using, and finally I have my own residence. Although I don’t live often, because of my work, I have lived in a house in a rural unit for a long time, which is also a building, but it can’t be counted as my real home, but only as my temporary residence. I love mountain city, and I feel comfortable and comfortable when I live in it. Every morning, I got up very early, walked through the narrow alley, crossed the overpass across the road, came to the junction of Changzheng Road and Xinghua Road, and came to the place called Golden Triangle, buying back the vegetables needed on that day from the vegetable farmers in the street stalls, every time when buying vegetables, of course, there is no need to bargain, haggling over for one or two scales and a few cents, then I brought a few yuan breakfast [steamed bread and pancakes], and then came back with two bowls of bean juice. This kind of life could not be more simple. After having breakfast and having nothing to do, I read my composition before I put it on the table, and occasionally I went to the streets and supermarkets to buy some daily necessities; Occasionally I went to the bookstore to read books, I bought two or three books for those who met good-looking ones; Occasionally I went to the county library to read books for half a day and take reading notes; Occasionally I went to the internet cafe to surf the internet for some spare time; occasionally, I also went to mahjong hall to play mahjong to adjust my fatigue mood caused by writing. However, relatives and friends don’t often go there, because it is necessary to trouble and disturb others when walking. Most of the time, I still stay at home. At dusk, I took my wife to the cemetery square and riverside square for a walk. The night in the mountain city was brightly lit and colorful, and the neon lights were flashing, contemptuous and psychedelic. The sunset glow in the West has not completely faded. People who came to the square for a walk, dancing and playing badminton have flocked in an endless stream. This quiet and bustling night in the mountain city, this elegant and gorgeous night in the mountain city, makes me quiet, intoxicates me, and attracts my incomparable attachment. It was late at night, people dispersed, went back to my residence and the place called Mingluo Lane, then I entered another situation, and my whole body and mind were immersed in words. The book, accompanied me to the depth of the night step by step. 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…