Listen to the sound of snowflakes falling down

The snow tonight, so sudden and so majestic, made people unprepared, both surprised and happy. Looking through the window, I can see clearly that snowflakes are like clusters, waving one after another. Standing in front of the window of fallen flowers, my wandering thoughts have nowhere to be placed. In the night when no one listens, I think of them, those years with dark fragrance passing. Years are flowing quietly. With the season of flowers passing away, traces are also carved on our faces at the same time. Although everyone knows that the information age is also an era keen on speculation; Mayans predict that December 21th, 2012 will be the end of the world. After the sun sets, it will never rise again. Without Noah’s Ark, the Earth could only face destruction. Whether these rumors are reliable or not, it seems that not many people have cared about it. When nature creates people, it gives everyone a life and gives nothing, including instructions. Birth, aging, illness and death are natural laws, and that’s all natural laws. Having traveled around the space for a year, I have traveled through many websites, some of which are nostalgic and some of which have been forgotten. However, the net name of the stars, rain and breeze has never changed. Because I like the beauty of nature, nature will always be our mother and teacher whenever and wherever. Only the vast nature can contain everything. We can throw away the tedious and disputes in the world and place ourselves on the top of the mountain. We can be bright because of the starlight, soft because of the light wind, and cool because of the mountain wind. That freedom and happiness come so naturally and comfortably. Listen to their words attentively, feel the sound of weeds, trees and Cang bamboos, and discover the pure and beautiful character and soul of nature. At the same time, it is deeply influenced by its character and soul, my shrinking and narrow soul also began to purify. For a long time, I have experienced that the essence of life is face and reality. The Dreamland in many ambitions is just a dream. I also had the feeling that I didn’t know how to worry when I was young. After experiencing the passion of the age of cynic youth, I used to be a young woman with beautiful dreams and grand ideas. The woman who finally surrendered to the left-hand rice soup of the right hand. People, there are always too many desires and desires stirring in the journey of life. It seems that I have been looking for my position in life since I was sensible, and the lost time, I have been coming over in search, I am the kind of woman who is called a little arrogant and sentimental. In fact, in the sincere years full of roses, I also longed for a soul-stirring beautiful story. But after a careful thought, indifference was not necessarily bad. Wang Guozhen defined indifference as: if it belonged to me, it would be hard to move its heart if it didn’t belong to me. I think this is a kind of indifferent and indifferent life, and I can treat the prosperity and temptation in life with indifferent attitude, making my soul fall into a dream peacefully. I think such a person is as relaxed as clouds to himself and as quiet as lakes to others. Looking at my father who is getting older, I hope that time will go by, and I hope that all the beauty in the world will be passed on to everyone in the way of natural embrace. There are many choices in one’s life, but I only have one, which is to treat everyone in life with warmth, love and sincerity, and to treat all the beauty given to me with gratitude, let me have the courage to overcome myself. Close your eyes, let your heart absolutely blend with nature, listen carefully to the snow floating down leisurely from the air, purify your mind and essence the feeling of nature. Snow, white and flawless, the smooth and soft white is like a satin, covered on the top of everything, can’t see the gray road, can’t see the city full of dust, the blue sky reflects a fairy tale world, as if it has detached from all the obstacles and entered a pure paradise, quietly feeling the beauty endowed by nature. In the rippling, the wind passes through thoughts, the cool air flows through the seven realms, just like a curling full of frost and snow, placed in a boat carrying cloud leaves, quietly raft in the empty world, quiet, detached snow, lover of music, it renders life, makes life like poetry, and makes the choice of life always yearn for the white dreamy world. The soothing sound makes up for the lack of sunshine in winter. Maybe the twists and turns of the world, the euphemism of life and the aftertaste of emotion always spend money on tuition fees, and always smudges the melody. The cold wind couldn’t stop the light and natural footsteps of snowflakes. 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Self-width

Confucius said: the wise are happy with water, and the benevolent are happy with mountain. Mr. Zhou regarded it as the philosophy of life, and spared no effort to pursue the territory in real life. When he was a little idle, he would be like a superior person traveling around, heading straight to the embrace of mountains and rivers. Every time I came back, beautiful pictures appeared one after another, with wonderful ideas. I felt a little fascinated when I first heard the saying, but I smiled after a long time. In fact, I am not addicted to mountains and rivers. Since I was born between mountains and rivers, I dare not say that there are hills and valleys in my heart. But as long as I close my eyes and concentrate, the mountains and rivers, plants and trees of nature will come to my mind. I think it is not the beauty of landscape, but the emotional color that people give to landscape. When the spring breeze is proud, happy and comfortable, I only feel that the mountains and rivers are beautiful, birds and flowers are fragrant, and even when there is strong wind and rainstorm, I am bold; When I am lonely and unhappy, depressed and worried, I feel the cold wind and rain, flowers. Therefore, how many well-known chapters of love and landscape are added in ancient and modern times. Of course, reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, traveling around the mountains and waters not only gives you knowledge, but also can be regarded as a good way to release pressure and release your mood. Take your joy and sorrow and step into a strange land, let every new discovery and every new understanding permeate your thinking, thus affecting your emotions. Therefore, what makes us excited, surprised, obsessed and sentimental is not the landscape, but what we have never heard of and seen before. Landscape is just the carrier. In this way, self-cultivation does not mean indulging in scenery, and living in seclusion still has the feeling of wearing clouds and moon, and leaning against Flowers and willows. On a hot summer night, why not push the window to the moon, listen to the sound of frogs, swim in the shallow memories of childhood, and relive the innocence of strings of bare feet and mud. In the continuous spring rain, why not take an umbrella to face the wind, open the young girl’s feelings, read the graceful posture of youth, and look back at the smile once. Why don’t exposure winter warm sun, Yanjuan reveries, Rapture world Heart tour ancient. In the golden breeze, sip tea and listen to the clear and elegant rhyme of the silk and bamboo strings. Why don’t you put a needle into the thread and weave a piece of beauty, which is considered to make you admire yourself alone; Why don’t you leave a dragon and a snake and splash ink, which is considered to be arty. Let’s put aside the worldly disputes, cultivate a good mood, listen to the rhythm of spring flowers and autumn moon, appreciate the coquettish of Tang and Song Poems, cook the taste of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and weave the beauty of neon clothes and feather clothes, when you are addicted to this moment, you will marvel: it turns out that there is a different world in my heart, and this is the real paradise! Maybe you will think this is the opinion of a little woman, the feeling of a little woman. Alas! Weisi people, who will return with me? Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…