That a snow

The leaves are colorful, and the withered and yellow leaves are everywhere. First, half green and half yellow will turn yellow soon after receiving. Next, the fallen leaves in the city were cleared up by the people who were loved and cleaned early, and then sent to the garbage bin ruthlessly. A pale and lonely fire scattered the clouds, floating in the air, it disappeared instantly. At this time, the fallen leaves in the countryside are much happier than those in the city. As autumn passed, the fierce cold wind blew fiercely in that winter, and the leaves were in the air. The wind stopped and the leaves fell suddenly. At this time, if favored by snow, the fresh soil in the countryside would be the best destination for leaves. Until the spring of next year, its rotten body will add fertile nutrients to the soil. Thinking like this, the quietly coming winter gave me a little warmth. In this way, there was a flood of snow in the city where the Sichuan Neijiang was almost never visited by snow. It fell on bare tiles, Eaves, desolate fields and the Sanyuan Tower. The children in the countryside ran mischievously on the mountains and plains, where they made snowmen and fought snowballs. They are naughty to celebrate snowflakes that they have never seen in life. They are so happy that they forget their frozen red hands. The kind old farmer sighed: Alas! I don’t know how the crops in the field are. At this time, the sensible youth would jokingly say: Ruixue zhaofengnian! Two smiles, this sigh is not sad. In fact, I am no exception. The sudden falling of snowflakes makes me happy and surprised. Some images that once could only linger in my mind ordered me to feel them one by one. Therefore, I had to go to my friend, put on the camera, and set foot on the quiet place I yearned for in my heart. This and that look, the white and beautiful snowflakes have become the objects we flirt. With the click of the camera, actions and smiles were left forever. Ask yourself: Is this the most beautiful snow? If not, where is the most beautiful. In the poem of the poet alone boat and fishing alone in the cold river and snow; In the north, the scenery, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow floating in the north, or in the same as Neijiang almost no snow but developed industry in South China. Winter. Snow. Cold. White. We connect these four words tightly together, and let them shine the light in our vision. This makes me feel whether it is poetry, North or South China. I dismissed. Although I had never set foot on the journey to the north, I could enjoy the strange scene of thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow there. But I also heard my father mention it. In the snowy city of Beijing that year, what I learned didn’t have white and soft beauty at all, but only transparent ice cubes. What’s more sighing is that, it is said that even peeing immediately condenses into ice, completely losing the soft beauty that belongs to snow. Fortunately, during the Spring Festival of 2009, it was the journey of visiting relatives that brought me to two cities where snow didn’t like to fall and Guangzhou, a different city. Let me feel the feeling from different cities in winter. When I first arrived in Guangzhou, I was so excited that I finally left Neijiang and came to the recognized big city. In addition to excitement, I set foot on the journey to enjoy the winter belonging to Guangzhou. To tell the truth, I began to dislike this place after feeling it, because even in the season when pigs and dogs were frozen to death, I could only wear a thin sweater. What’s more, I couldn’t feel the existence of winter. To feel the change of the four seasons, it seems that we still need to return to Neijiang. Even though the winter in Neijiang will only usher in a snowflake for a long time and many years, the four seasons are still distinct. In spring, flowers bloom, spring breeze chuckles, sunshine is very soft, the Earth is green, and fragrance is hidden in the air. In summer, the sun shines brightly and cicadas sound. The sun evaporates water vapor from the lake water, which floats in the air and gives people a cool feeling. In autumn, the flagstone road in the mountain has long been decorated with gold leaves that can not bear loneliness. The streams beside the trees have long been floating with the remains of leaves. The bare branches are entangled by the hazy fog and are inseparable, turned colorful. I can only feel my existence from the Tinkling Spring water hidden in the white mist. All this is the beginning of the white and boundless winter. With the approaching chill, my heart was full of emotion. I knew it was a little joke given to the children who loved him by Winter, who was gentle, not good at speaking, plain but bold. Facing the winter with such scenery, my heart was shocked. What does winter give us? Winter is coming, will spring be far behind? Or something else? I used to compare internal generals to winter. It is just because winter does not have the distracting thoughts of blooming all over the mountains and green like spring that attracts praise to him from then on; Winter does not blossom and bear fruit like summer, and lures others; Winter is not as harvested as autumn, it makes people have lust. In short, winter is winter. Although it is pale and lonely, it can still give birth to products like wintersweet, which are proud, tough and uncontented, silently opening up in the cold winter contributes the beauty of dark fragrance to the Earth. This is the similarity between Neijiang and Sichuan. It is located in a corner of Sichuan. There is no developed industry, no world-famous scenic spots and no focus of attention. But he is a city in China, just like winter is a solar term of four seasons. Even though he didn’t attract people’s attention, it was still the hometown for which I struggled. I grew up drinking the water there, sniffing the countryside there and the warm home I missed very much, there is my favorite Sanyuan Tower, which is the heritage of world culture and the crystallization of the labor of ancestors. However, he was not valued by others, but he still stood there as a guide for the lost. It turned out that there was my home. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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. 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《北爱》写给2012这个多雨的春

导语:在车流嘈杂的城市里,在人潮汹涌的街道中;我们忙碌着彼此的身影,为生计而谋取、为爱情而拼搏、为目的而虚伪、为物质而迷失。焦躁着、烦闷着、兴奋着、颓然着、伤痛着、哭泣着、沉醉着,却只是把那些不堪的思绪隐藏沉没在心底。 许久,我亦如此,遗忘了笔录每日惆怅的习惯,遗忘了书写生活点滴的片段,遗忘了,我还曾有的青春和文字,只是毫无目的的游荡在我这单调而孤单的生活里。。 2012这个多雨的春的某个夜晚,聆听着《北爱》里那几首唱响的主题曲,我,再次用那略显忧伤的思绪拼凑着这些不成文的字句 也许是《嘀嗒》这首歌的旋律陶醉了我,也许是《北京北京》这首歌词里的沧桑和流浪的味道触动了我,《北爱》在11年的岁末12年的初始,我一遍遍的反复的看着;一部关于青春,关于80后的 北漂族 生活、爱情的故事,也叙载了许多在现实生活里的真实片段。我并不想直接说出在岁末年初看这部剧的期间我自己的生活及爱情的变更,我只想听着这几首主题曲谈一谈我看剧时内心的感触。 在网上看到很多朋友这样说着:有一种爱情叫 疯子 ,有一种朋友叫 无敌 ,而我则想再加上:有一种痴迷叫 林夏 ,有一种清纯叫 丫头 ,有一种迷失叫 石头 ,有一种幼稚叫 小曦 ,有一种成熟叫 大药瓶子 ,有一种心碎叫 无谓 ,有一种优雅叫 妩媚 。 我们且不要谈论着剧情的真假,甚至更不要无聊的去描述着剧情人物在生活里的虚假,我知道现实与剧情总存在着差距,只是我们不要忽略了剧情里的现实与生活的关系与我们的真实世界是那样的接近,那些现实与生活往往总是那样直率高调的淋漓尽致的绽放扩大再融入到我们的血液和大脑里,让我们久久不能平息。 第一次看剧时,陪伴我的她问我,你,像里面的谁?我说,也许都像,也许都不像,我就像我自己。而她却忧心的说,只要你不像 小猛 就行,我笑说怎么会。而直到最后一次看剧时,陪伴我的孤单问我,你,像里面的谁。我不再肯定或是设想的说,我真不知道,如果,我是 小猛 ,你,孤单,就永远留在我的身边陪伴着我。 我羡慕 疯子 ,也许很多人都会羡慕 疯子 ,他生下来就含着金钥匙,过着很多人奢望却无法经历的生活。他可以任性,可以选择,可以疯狂,但,他始终逃不了爱情的魔咒,可,就算他的执着和坚持让很多人感动,但,我知道我们还是评说着就算他失去了所有还留有过亿元翻身的资本。我笑这些无聊的想法,我更笑自己无聊的争辩,因为其实我只是羡慕他对爱情的专注,我只是羡慕他对朋友的那种坦率和义气,我只是羡慕他可以得到爱情的归宿。 我同情 小猛 ,因为我知道漂着的艰辛和难过,我也理解他迷失后的阴毒,只是我不会像他一样的迷失的越来越远,虽然我曾经迷失,虽然我怒骂过 嫌贫爱富 ,但那都不足以迷失到遗忘了最初的自己和青春,不足以迷失掉自己所拥有幸福的一切。现实,总是那般残酷,我们挣扎,我们拼搏,我们流泪,我们欢笑,都只是为了能够在这漂着的土地里生存,发展。我们不能虚荣的面对着冰冷的城市,即使它再冰冷它也有它的温度,只是我们常常被虚假的一切迷糊了双眼,只是我们常常被物质的重要捶打成重伤;可,总有一天,失去的不会再得到,得到的也买不回失去的美好,即使一个人躲着哭泣忧伤,即使再阴毒的报复,换来的只是与失去的美好离的越来越远。所以我只是同情,也只能同情,因为,我还懂得珍惜,还留着那份真诚和些许的纯真。 我钦佩 无敌 ,在儿时的愿望里,在我许久给自己的人生格言里,我期望做像他一样的人,对朋友真诚,对兄弟义气,为原则而坚持,为平淡而平凡;只是在这现实的社会里,我不知道我做到的到底还有多少;原则,似乎原则在现实里显得那样单薄,真诚,与利益接轨也许真诚就变成了虚伪,义气,我记得很多人告诉我,那是多少年前才有的词,而今这词都已经没人念叨了。可我钦佩着他的坚持,我知道一种坚持其实才是最珍贵的财富,只是我们往往被世俗蒙蔽了双眼,只是我们往往都不得已的改变了自己的原则。我欣赏他说过的一句话,我不求为国家做什么贡献,我不求事业能做到多么大,我只希望平平淡淡的和一个我爱的爱我的人过着简单的生活。简单的生活,说着简单,其实很难;记得我曾经也告诉自己,简单的生活,开心,做自己想做的事情就够了;可是这么多年过去,我却发现这种简单其实就是一种奢望,物质冲昏头脑双眼的社会,留给我们的只是拼比财富的身份,简单,其实并不简单,因为你还要拥有物质。 我挚爱 林夏 ,我爱她的痴迷,我爱她的疯狂,我爱她的简单,我爱她的舍得,我爱她的大度。痴迷,多么珍贵的东西,不管时间不管时空,不管穷富不管伤病,痴迷,可以穿越时空到下一世也会让人记得;只是这种痴迷往往只会给自己带来无穷的伤害,因为,痴迷大多都只是一厢情愿,可我愿意痴迷,因为只有痴迷才能体现你的珍贵,因为只有痴迷,才会在下世让你记得我在前世等了你一生;疯狂并非疯癫,疯狂没错,只是爱的太深,疯狂无罪,只是爱的太痛,并非不清醒,只是因为还不想从幻梦中醒来的那么残酷;也许没有简单也就没有舍得,也许没有舍得也就没有大度,我相信懂得舍得的人总会得到幸福,即使没有得到幸福,也会快乐的生活着,因为简单,因为大度,因为舍得。 我赞叹 丫头 ,赞叹她的清纯,赞叹她的专一,赞叹她的理智,赞叹她的聪明,赞叹她的无欲。清纯,如今说着自己清纯的人还有多少?纸醉金迷的世界,鬼魅魍魉的社会,谁还能保有清纯,也许只在大山的那边,也许只在茂密的丛林,因为他们远离尘嚣所以清纯,因为他们永远沉浸在大自然里所以清纯;我遇到过这样的女孩儿,却无法走近这样的女孩儿,因为一旦面对了现实,清纯就显得那么世俗,她不可能固定在画框里让你永远拥有那些清纯和干净,因为诱惑,所以改变。理智与聪明,只适合给那些懂得珍惜懂得什么才是最珍贵的人,因为懂得所以专一,因为懂得所以能够拥有美好;那么清纯,并非是一种贞洁,并非是一种单纯,并非是一种与世隔绝,清纯,只是因为懂得珍惜,懂得把握,懂得等待,懂得理解。所以,清纯才要无欲,无欲的物质而索要爱情,无欲的生活而索要永久,最终,才是美好。 我可怜 小曦 ,可怜她的幼稚,可怜她的迷茫,可怜她的单纯,可怜她的悔恨。我们总说着长大,我们总说着成熟,其实我们总是幼稚的孩子,因为我们在成长的过程中不停的选择、选择,有时迷失有时迷茫,有时失去有时拥有,当经历过风风雨雨后回过头才发现有时我们已经离自己最初的理想和梦幻越来越远;坦然说我不喜欢拜金女,更不喜欢这个角色的娇小和新潮。虽然很多人越来越喜欢如此,越来越追寻如此,可这种幼稚到最后只会迷茫只会悔恨,因为单纯。单纯不是因为简单,是因为我们总会拿自己最珍贵的东西换取我们以为可以拥有永远的物质,当一切物质都成玻璃碎片的时候,再拾起时你会发现那破碎的碎片割伤双手的疼痛是那么疼那么酸。还好时间留给我们悔恨的权利,只是不要太久太久,因为并非悔恨以后还可以再拥有。 我喜欢 妩媚 ,喜欢她的味道,喜欢她的睿智,喜欢她的优雅。也许每个男人心中的女人都有她一半的影子,可男人们却常常忽视的是怎么才能把这样的女人永远留在自己的身边;有人说经历过风雨的女人最有味道,亦有人说只有伤过痛过的女人才会睿智,也不乏有人讲因为她们用自己的单纯得到了物质,而悔恨了以后想再回到清纯所以才会做作的优雅;我不管人们怎么的说道,我只是喜欢,因为有味道的女人给人一种依赖和归宿,因为睿智的女人可以让还在幼稚的男人成长,因为优雅的女人总是显得高贵让人总想攀越;但我并不爱,因为这种爱很累,因为这种爱需要的是你的强大和包容,因为这种爱需要的是你的成熟和必须上流社会接轨的代价。我只想简单,所以我无法攀越。 我崇拜 无谓 ,他给我一种永不服输的勇气和力量,我知道很多人都羡慕着他的成功他的得到,而我崇拜的只是他的努力和奋斗;男人,总是要去拼搏,为理想也好为梦想也好,为爱情也好为亲情也好,拼搏,总是一个男人应有的勇气和力量;我们会输,我们会经历不同的坎坷,可我们只要坚定只要坚信,我们就能得到,只是时间只是时机只是等待。等待并不是懦弱,我永远信服这句话,只是在拼搏里,还有多少人愿意风雨同舟,有多少人愿意拭目以待,有多少人愿意用包容和理解的心去支持?我不知道,也许我没有遇到,但我会坚持,坚持着拼搏,我不会放弃原则更不会丢掉美好而换取物质;失败,已经太多,输,只是赢前的试探。所以,终有一天,我们会成功,不管我们曾经为之拼搏的人和情是否还在,我们坚定着,坚持着,到最后我们只能说一句 无谓了 ,因为,你并没有珍惜。 我信服 大药瓶子 ,他的成熟沉稳让我信服,我无法去言述他的魅力,因为我还没有到达这份意境,成熟,真的不是说说就可以的,并不是年纪有多么大,并不是心态有多么老就算成熟,因为还要有沉稳,我,没有这份沉稳,至少现在还不够沉稳,所以我只能信服和敬仰,如若有天,我能够做到,我希望给自己5年的时间。 也许有人会笑我说,一部关于爱情关于80后青春的电视剧,跟你写的这些有什么关系?我不想解释,也不需要解释,很久,真的很久没有写文,甚至从没有把一篇文字从昨夜写到今夜,脑子凌乱的思绪和久久无法平息的心绪,只能想些写些,至少,我还在追忆着一种理智的分析和判断,即使这些都不算什么,即使我保留着半夜不睡的坏习惯在这一个人孤独的码字,我想,还有话我还是要说,因为,我不想把自己迷失。 是,一部电视剧,也许给我们沉思,也许只是娱乐般的一览而过,但,生活与剧情总是那样的相关;一部电视剧,岁末年初的观看却失去了爱情只剩下孤独,失去了理想却只剩下迷茫,物质、现实、金钱、世俗。我曾经看淡的东西却在这段日子里总在我的脑海盘旋,以至于我都不知该怎样面对我的现在和我曾有的理想;爱情、面包、我只能选择一样?我不信,虽然拜金的社会越来越让人和人之间的感情在物质里显得单薄,但我不信,因为物质可以得到可以获取,只是时间只是需要等待,只是理解只是需要包容,错过的人啊,我不会跌倒,亦不会换取,因为我还有我的原则,还有我的理想,还有我的坚持,即使我仍是失败,即使我仍是这般潦倒,但我相信我的付出总有天会有回报,不管多久,我总会得到。 我想跟我最好的伙伴说,不要怨恨我的抱怨,因为我累我伤痛,不要指责我的唠叨,因为你不理解也不会包容;你们都需要我成熟沉稳,你们总想我付出却保持着那种简单,可,我也要面对生活,至少,我面对的是我自己付出努力的生活;我并没有索取,更没有想要榨取或者换取或者威胁,我只想抱怨下我心中的苦闷,因为我无人诉说,我只想唠叨下我的疑虑,因为我已经很努力的成长,并非,忙碌让人只会埋头苦干而不思进取;并非,学历的高低就代表思想的层次;因为拼搏所以成长,因为拼搏所以懂得,因为拼搏所以理智,因为拼搏所以要求,因为拼搏所以坚持;不要说我为物质,虽然我常常说着,即使失败,即使伤痛,即使一个人孤独的流泪;我还是有我的理想和追求,有我的简单和执着;因为我相信未来总会给我们一条光明大道。只是我们都需要改变,而不是你们只对我要求的改变。 我想跟我爱过我和我爱过的人说,不要记恨我的坏,因为我像你们一样也在寻找,不要总看着我的失败,因为我希望自己越挫越勇,不要说我不懂爱,因为我还不够成熟,不要说可以原谅或者无法原谅,因为爱情没有对错,为了爱情遗失了朋友,为了朋友也遗失过爱情,不管如何,我会记得你们的好,只是,我们都活在世俗里不是吗?想想过去,想想现在,想想曾经我们说过的每一句话,谁对?谁错?其实都没有对错,只是合适的时间没有遇到合适的人,只是都要求彼此太多太多,没有痴迷,没有清纯、没有睿智、没有包容、没有理解、因为我们最终都没有拥有对方,所以我们学会珍惜,这也是幸福的事儿。 我想跟一些远离我的朋友们说,我们彼此活着都不容易,圆圆你还记得吗?只是因为我的小气和固执嘛?只是因为我们都漂泊在远离家乡的城市,并非变的虚荣势利,并非变得不懂珍惜和忘却感情,我还有着真诚你们信吗?我还有着义气你们信吗?只是在物质的世界里,我,现在无法帮助你们亦无法让你们觉得我还是曾经的我,因为,我们常常会被这有些迷乱的社会迷糊了双眼,我们常常在彼此冰冷的城市里忘记了还有彼此的一些温度和温暖。所以,远离不代表迷失,我们还会相遇,只是希望,再相遇的那刻,我们能唱着《童年》和《光阴的故事》。。。。彼此还能真诚的拥抱欢笑。 我想跟我关心我爱护我的人们说,谢谢你们的包容和理解,让我可以任性的成长,谢谢你们。虽然简单,但,心,你会懂。 燕子,我们会有更好的明天,会有更好的他(她)来到我们的身边;丫头,那只是一场华丽的梦,只是醒来有些残酷和酸楚,但还一丝温度不是吗? 后记:拉杂了太多,以至于都忘记了自己在写些什么,结尾似乎有些伤感,其实并不是我想这般伤感,只是很久没有写些什么了,也只是这一年多发生了太多的事情,都没有认真的去说过,甚至去想过;有时,人需要一段的混乱,当清醒,也许就会慢慢的改变吧;听歌吧,歌里有我们的生活,可以让我们不会那么累,可以让我们坚强的重新开始。。。。 小飞鱼写于12年3月10日凌晨 赞 (散文编辑:散文在线) 换个方式与这个城市继续厮守 早晨六点多出门,晚上快八点回来,至始至终迎接自己的只有静默;自从上了大学,周末的… 【原创随笔】弦言岁语 入冬以来,天干物燥,雪花缥缈,整个大地苍凉而且虚空。无论你的心情是度日如年,还是… 永远的军旅梦 永远的军旅梦 (甘肃康乐县 马晓春) 回忆像流星,划过无痕迹,模糊的眼睛,轮廓渐渐… 春雨 我像大地万物一样喜欢春雨。 新年刚过,天空就下起了丝丝春雨。我特别喜欢这江南的春… 弹拨梦想的雪花(修改) 临近年关,落下了第一场雪。 我在清晨惊喜地阅读到一幅长卷,洁白的是雪,灰黄的是树… 真我 流行瞬变,而风格永驻。 在别人身上可以闪闪发光的东西,放在自己这里却未必可以。 在…