Wild chrysanthemum two questions [piano stage Art]]

The wild chrysanthemum on the half slope flows down from the hillside, with clusters of golden flowers flowing through the ordinary, plain and warm movement of the half slope. Whenever I pass by the wild chrysanthemum on the half slope, I can’t help slowing down my steps, gently breathing its soft fragrance, and its petite figure swaying and dancing lightly in the breeze in the calendar, it is like telling a story about late autumn or a song about love. Even in the car, when I passed the wild chrysanthemum on the half slope, I glanced at it hurriedly, although the jumping note flashed in a flash and I turned back hurriedly, they have already disappeared in the hustle and bustle of the city. But it was the instant glance that made me stunned and unable to forget for a long time, let alone let go. What kind of wild chrysanthemum is that? The delicate yellow Yan makes you have to doubt your eyes. A rainbow after rain, a rising crescent moon, a clear spring between mountains, or a pair of bright eyes full of autumn water,, these are not comparable to the surprise and touching brought to you by the wild chrysanthemum on the half slope. On a slope of the city park, they bloom freely, blooming flowers, beautiful and splendid, and more incisively and vividly. Every little flower is autumn and song score, write a Song of Autumn on the hillside. Half slope wild chrysanthemum flower, how can it be so bright and bright in this flashy and noisy city? Countless traffic whistled and galloped in front of them. The exhaust gas and the raised dust pounced on them again and again, covering and covering their beauty, they will be rewarded for their fading and annihilation of fragrance. What tricks and means did they use to shake off the dust on their bodies, silently in the mixed air filled with the smell of gasoline and coal smoke, what about your refreshing fragrance quietly? Every time when the wild chrysanthemum on the half slope expresses my heart, I will be in a kind of lofty touch. Half slope wild chrysanthemum does not need artificial cultivation, nor does it break the exhortation of others. In the season when they should open, they will bloom on time regardless of terrain or environment, no matter whether people give them applause or whether there will be people cheering for them, they will keep their minds silently and smile. In the cold as heavy as snow, the frost is still in full bloom. The gloomy fragrance softly penetrates into your nose, warms and deepens your breath, which is irresistible. They are not like those chrysanthemum cultivated in clay and celadon at all. They are delicate, lazy and hard to serve. Imagine: How can those potted plants, such as the delicate Xi Shi, the soft Drunken Concubine, the weak Zhaojun, go out of the fortress and so on, resist the bleak wind of the autumn wind and get the baptism of the autumn rain, can you stand the cold of autumn frost? The wild chrysanthemum on the half slope, which is proud of the Frost and fights against the wind and is not stained with kitsch, is it possible to tell us the ordinary people living in the virtual capital with the heart of flowers? A philosophy: the more ordinary things are, the longer they are, the simpler things are, the closer they are to the truth! The wild chrysanthemum on the half slope grows in a corner of the urban forest. They are natural but plain, not specially famous, not for return, not for loneliness and worry, nor for passers-by turning a blind eye to complain, they live smartly, grow hot and hot, neither reserved, it is not self-abased, and always maintains the desirable sentiment and admirable spirit. When there is no sunshine, they themselves are sunshine; When there is no happiness, they themselves are happiness! What a contented and philosophical world the wild chrysanthemum has created! Wild chrysanthemum cliff in the city. Steep Cliff. Previously, it was still a piece of green. Within a few days, bright wild chrysanthemum flowers were competing to open and opened into a golden belt beside the mountain forest. This is a fascinating autumn. Because of the enthusiastic participation of the wild chrysanthemum flower on the cliff, it becomes more charming. This is a poetic cliff. In the bleak rope dyed by layers of forests, beside the rising and falling mountain forests, in the flashy and pale cities, under the poetic arc of birds, in the marvelous eyes of the road, a fluffy, clusters, clusters of long vines hang or hang on the roadside, scattered on the cliff. At first, it was just the bulging bract, the pale yellow of the stars, like the bright stars in the night sky, and like the notes jumping in the music score. After a few autumn winds, a autumn rain, the full and dense flowers to be put gradually lit up in the withered green. One morning, when you pass under the cliff and occasionally raise your head, you find that under the bright autumn sun, the wild chrysanthemum suddenly shines on the whole cliff, making passers-by have lofty sentiments and then want to improvise poems, or sing! Because of the charming wild chrysanthemum on the cliff, my mood has been in the lofty excitement this autumn. Whenever I went out of the way of the wild chrysanthemum on this cliff, my eyes would stare at them unconsciously, and my steps would slow down unnaturally. What a cliff of wild chrysanthemum is this? The petals with big nails are dotted with delicate stamens, with refreshing fragrance. The little yellow is like yellow brocade elf one by one, in the breeze, we can enjoy the carnival and dance together, enjoy the vitality of youth, and pour out their long-hidden love. My depressed mood was suddenly infected by them and gradually became bright, just like a warm spring flowing through my chest. A kind of silent gentleness came to my heart quietly, and then covered my whole body. In the materialistic city, the beauty of their singing undoubtedly smeared a beautiful stroke on the low and pale sky for the mechanical composition of high-rise buildings, adding a few more poetic and poetic feelings and the warmth and beauty of the countryside. Facing the indifference of city dwellers and the pollution of automobile exhaust and industrial exhaust, they are still swaying and graceful in the wind, smiling brightly at people, regardless of whether people’s eyes are cold or hot, whether it is dull or surprised. They are not afraid of being attacked by the raised dust at any time, defiled by the thick black smoke, annihilated by the falling mountains and destroyed by the cold autumn frost, or be cut by ruthless poisonous hands, smile frankly to the city and face Qiu Yang calmly. What kind of peace and tranquility they have are, like the eminent monk who has got the way through the world, and also like the extraordinary philosopher who has a bird’s eye view of floating life from the highest point of life. Unconsciously, I feel that I have been deeply moved by their spirit of being willing to be ordinary and indifferent, their possession and contentment. I have witnessed the overbearing peony, the strong Jasmine, the romantic rose and the plain and clean Lotus Lotus; I have also seen the rich Daisy, the loose cornflower, pure rural velvet chrysanthemum, rough black chrysanthemum, arrogant Marigold, naughty three-color chrysanthemum and light Persian chrysanthemum. I also thought of those potted chrysanthemum placed in the streets and lanes on festivals, in front of the hotel, Hotel, tea bar or in the hall. They are either gorgeous and rich, and do their best to please; Or they show a look of listless, lazy and tired, contemptuous and flattering, coquettish and self-pity, hypocritical and vulgar, it makes people feel bored. They are appreciation products cultivated by flower-raising people or gardeners according to their own eyes, thoughts, aesthetic standards and values, using scissors, strings, iron wires, stones and other objects, without the simplicity of wild chrysanthemum at all, wild and capricious. They are no longer the flowers in essence, but a bunch of colors and lines with flowers but no flowers. After the humanization of potted chrysanthemum, what bloomed and overflowed in the surface sense is just the vision and intelligence imposed on them by people. They are not as natural and Frank as the wild chrysanthemum on the cliff. They are vivid, lovely and full of wildness. It seems that they cannot be tamed, but they are kind and approachable. Wild chrysanthemum does not need to be cultivated, and no one can cultivate it! As long as they have their seeds, they will take root and spit their leaves stubbornly, and open into a fresh poetic and shocking light. No matter under their feet are remote villages or cliffs, they will choose no location, open as scheduled in the season. Even the skinny cliffs, steep and abrupt cliffs, or bare stones without grass, are not as spoiled, willful and stubborn as the potted chrysanthemum in the city, and they think themselves beautiful. A single branch is only beautiful, and a blooming flower is a splendid one. Because of this kind of beautiful sentiment and accomplishment, the wild chrysanthemum in the city can survive till now in the harsh environment and climate of the modern city. Then think about it, isn’t we human beings like this? I know why I am always in passion! 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. 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…