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…

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The old year is over, and the New Year is coming. The time was narrow and the finger seam was wide. It was the end of the world that the Mayans predicted in the legend in 2012. I am a person without faith. If you don’t believe in the Lord, Shakyamuni, Allah, and even more, you will surely realize it. I only believe that every living life I see really exists, including myself. That is to say, I don’t believe that life has reincarnation, and I don’t believe that life has past life and afterlife. People die like lights off. There is only one life belonging to us, so I value and cherish life. Time is limited. Pursuing the sincerity and truth of life and seeking the truth, goodness and beauty in life are more important than anything in my opinion. The problem of death often comes to mind, not because of the saying of the end of the world. But the fleeting time, which makes us grow old and die slowly. After a bag of cigarettes, I have been in this world for nearly 49 years, belonging to a person who has been half a hundred years. It has been half a hundred years. When I was a child, I read the article describing the age of an old man like this, imagining his aging, imagining his faltering steps with gray temples, thinking that I was far away from him, who knows I became him quickly! Finally, I can look back on most of my life. When I look back on those past events, I will not regret for wasting my time, nor be ashamed for doing nothing, not to mention the sad feelings of young people who are not working hard. At this time, the heart is sour, the tears are salty, the courage is bitter, but the brain is blank. Ideal is full. Reality is very skinny. Gradually understand that many things are not transferred by human will. Before, I met an expert who told me that my previous life was a Wandering Dancer, a woman who was unmarried for life, A deaf-mute woman who could only express her feelings with body language was infatuated with and followed by many men. After hearing this, I was very surprised and speechless for a long time. Firstly, I don’t believe in the theory of reincarnation. Secondly, I don’t believe that I lived so free and easy in my last life. I often laugh and say that in my last life, I must have been a person who had done many evils, suffered all kinds of evils and suffered all the time. I came to pay off my debts in this life. When I grow old, compared with when I was young, the most important thing is that my view of things has changed. The heart is transparent and the eyes are clear. We know that the changes of things are regular, and at the same time, we know more about the impermanent life. I don’t care much about everything that keeps pace with the times in today’s society. I like a slightly closed life, which can avoid accepting those concepts, opinions and viewpoints that appear in secular ways. The abundance of materials and the development of science and technology cannot make me feel the true texture of life. Only the abundance of the spiritual world can make me feel at ease and satisfied, but I can’t find anything that can make my spirit more abundant, that is to say, my life has no goal and lacks direction, I don’t know what I really want. It seems that I haven’t found it for most of my life. I often worry about it and see the emptiness and lack in my heart. I like the slow pace of life, the natural friendship and the everlasting love. The relationship between people should be mutual penetration, mutual learning, mutual improvement and mutual encouragement. Love is true. My beloved Love should be like a gurgling flowing stream, which is endless and nourishes our life all my life. The overwhelming love, volcanic eruption and turbulent love came too fast and faded too fast, which was not the way I liked or used. Fortunately, I have this stream in this life. Every time in the dead of night, I can hear the spring in my heart flowing happily and tinkling. At this moment, I really sigh the beauty of life. I am not a thoughtful person, but I am born to pay attention to the details of life. I believe everything but doubt everything. I often do something against my heart, so I always feel wronged. In fact, no one forced me to do this. Through my own observation of myself, I think I like and get used to being alone, and the real life makes me feel powerless. If there is an afterlife, I would like to be a Wandering Dancer, a deaf-mute woman who can only express her feelings with body language…… 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…