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And his poems, all of them!
1。 Tung Blossom
2011April 24th
After a long walk, I walked towards a rolling hill. I don't know where to stay, but he said that one or two decades of freedom is sad. The forest is clean and fresh, and the mountains are hidden. No one wants to tell me that it is close to flowering and withering.
April 25(th)
After a long journey, I extended my pulse to the mountains. At least in the beginning, there seems to be another very unusual encounter. If we really have a heart that has been stored for a long time, we may have missed the weak information flow that is transmitted to each other in the clouds and in the wind.
The wind blowing in April was calm on the mountain and smiled at me. In his arms, the wind is blowing deeply and shallowly, and the cough is relieved.
I approached and saw the mountain, just hoping to know his mood at the moment. Vague whispers pass through the forest, and at the end of April, life is full of mellow and unpredictable turmoil.
Pass a muffled voice, and on May 8, glistening will cover the whole world.
In the sky, bright sunshine and mountains are endless, and clusters of white flowers are like a flowing river. If all life in the world should come, at this moment, transparency cheers like a mellow sun, and fine-tuning becomes many free floating points.
This complete white flower always feels deja vu in the afternoon and always feels that it can aggregate any kind of time and space. It can be placed in the Book of Songs, Songs of the South, or his neo-classical post-impressionism works-a person's beautiful record. There should be such an afternoon in early summer.
In early summer, there is always bright sunshine in the sky, and white flowers with shrub height are in full bloom. The woman, dressed in red, walked slowly in the green field. The breeze brought her clothes, hair tips and new tea fields, driving the slender clover Liao Hua.
The glistening poems and paintings, all the lights in front of the pillow, all the joys and sorrows are different dreams. The flowers are blooming today, and I don't know what seeds have fallen. I like it all my life, because I finished the story in this book as early as 1000 years ago?
May finally touched the mountain, infinite tenderness in my arms, and the moment I longed for finally arrived. They found that in his arms, in the depths of the forest, those paulownia trees were in full bloom and falling one by one.
May 1 1
Is the real unity of life only the moment of separation and death?
Imagine that the original tung flower continues to decline. Tightly tied to the knot in my heart, I slowly loosened the mountain around me. Under the support of moonlight, I bowed my head and quietly thanked him for giving me Korea and a quiet night. This kind of foresight only remembers the sound of glistening, but I don't remember your way to the end, all the slow beats in the world, but I want to end my happiness in a hurry.
May 15
Paulownia trees are bare, and the gentle sound of flowers still remains in the forest. Back to the long road, I don't know who to prove. At first glance, this is Chad's sorrow and sorrow.
Infinite silence, cold corners around every tree. I looked back at Yiyi's eyes. His peak period passed, and then I walked in the fog, without pulling or hanging. Is that so? The mountain's silence and refusal to answer further, and the passion in Huashan District is so naive and pitiful in the dusk, it seems to have been forgotten.
I came back to wait, and he gradually forgot everything. However, why can you hear another sound after no one falls in the dark night? Why? When the flowers bloom, there is still the sound of falling flowers in my heart.
When the flowers bloom, there is still the sound of falling flowers in my heart, one by one, gently falling on an abandoned mountain.
-knotting notes in the early summer of' 84
Full Moon night
I walked on the mountain road, the way up the mountain.
Casuarina equisetifolia on both sides of the room looks very high, and when the wind comes, people feel that they hear the sound of trance, which is strong and weak, a bit like the tide.
In the sea at the foot of the mountain, through a mountain, I can come to the southernmost beach in Taiwan Province Province. There is no one on the road in the dead of night, but I am not afraid of the moon.
Everything, because the moon is very bright, like a circuitous ribbon shining through the Woods on a clear and lively mountain road, I really want to go all the way.
What if I can go on like this!
But, of course, I wouldn't do that either. I should go back to my hotel room. Because one day in the meantime, I painted on the beach all day. Tomorrow morning, but I also go to the mountains with some friends to draw things. What I need to do now is to go back to my room, take a bath and sleep, and better prepare for tomorrow.
However, I really don't want to go back to moonlit flowers. On this month's night, many people will come back at forgotten moments, just like the full moon, which keeps appearing at forgotten moments in my life. There it is, looking down at me from the clear sky, looking at me and standing next to me.
Memories of a day? What is often forgotten is deeply imprinted in the heart in the moonlight, and even irrelevant people and things will not be forgotten.
If you spend a year in Switzerland, attend a similar summer camp in France and stay in an ancient temple on the mountain for ten days, students will meet westerners in Asia in a few days. One night, a dozen people went for a walk in the Woods behind the church. That night, the moon was bright, but in the Woods, when we didn't feel it for the first time, we waited for a large open grassland. Only when we get out of the predicament can we find that the whole moon's alpine grassland is shining like the sky. Brighter than during the day is a clear, water-green halo, which flows around the mountains, bright but soft, like water like wine, a bit like on the grass.
We were very quiet at that time, and a few young hearts enjoyed it, belonging to the unique mysterious beauty of moonlight. No one wants to talk, and everyone is panting like all hope. At this moment, try to remember and keep it in mind.
At this moment, a boy from Ireland suddenly shouted excitedly:
"Run away! Look at the first time I went to the Woods on the side! "
Ah! Before! Most of those shadows began to run wildly on the grass in the moonlight, so that all our strength ran all the way to the opposite Woods and took the opposite road!
Everyone screamed and walked out. I am slow and backward, but I still laugh and laugh with him. At this moment, a boy behind the crowd in front smiled and said to me:
"Come on, seller, we have been waiting for you!"
I paused, wondering how he knew my name. I only know that he is an engineering student from China at the University of Zurich. In class during the day, he is always in the corner and never starts talking to me.
At that time, I couldn't help wondering his last name. At the moment he called me back, I suddenly felt a sense of deja vu. Obviously, the prospect of a handsome smiling face in the moonlight will not see this day. I said yes, but that night, next month, he turned to show me. I always thought it was the same: in the same month, Tongshan was like a smiling teenager in the back of his head.
Of course, I didn't feel it was just a moment, and then I waved my hand and chased the steel bars under my feet across the grassland and ran into the dark forest with them.
Later that night, I don't remember. I think there is probably no strong wind. Cold weather, late at night, then, there will be more reasonable suggestions, right? A beautiful night in the world is not over yet?
I have never seen a boy, but sometimes, on a moonlit night, I often think that similar moonlight will often think of him. Many years have passed.
After returning to China, among those who held exhibitions in the History Museum, a middle-aged couple came to congratulate me. During the conversation, the learned people in Switzerland where I live even suddenly thought of the boy. The prospect of my telephone solution was dim when he came back at night, and the moonlight was still gone. I suddenly got excited and asked him loudly:
"If you don't remember, remember? One night, did we race with the moon below? "
If he wants to, I'm sorry to say:
"Sorry, I can't remember. I remember singing our classmate China's jasmine at the graduation ceremony out of tune, just like you laughed."
I remember, he doesn't remember, he remembers what I foresaw, and forgot the boring meeting, ah! His wife listened patiently to our conversation and smiled with interest, but there are some things I can say. Faced with this gorgeous dress and a very elegant couple, I can say, did I feel that way that night? If I say it, what misunderstanding will it cause?
Of course, I didn't say anything. Just shook hands and talked. The listener may be overseas and will meet again. I don't know what year it is. By that time, they had already left. I said, unfortunately, if you let him know that time goes by, one person at a time, so as to clearly remember his voice, at a certain moment, in the face of a young man, won't he feel a little happy?
The moon rose, so high, I quickly walked to the seaside, Casuarina disappeared, replaced by clusters? Polo quietly knotted among the rocks. There are many flowers with long pedicels and strange shapes, and the moon appears above them in a special circle.
I'm afraid to go back to the clothes that are tightly attached to me by the sea breeze. Finally, I am a young man. I am not anymore.
I think it's a little funny. It turns out that no matter how to plan and insist on the beautiful night scene, it is for this reason that I will eventually sleep in my room and bed. Over the years, how many times have I met the moonlight as clear as tonight? Do you have any ideas? How many times I want to go all the way, I always expect someone to feel the same way with me, such as water and wine. Moonlight comes and goes so fast that everything will never change and never end. The mountain road is covered with lush herbs.
I can't do it once. There will always be someone who is very sensible and gently advises me to go back and walk halfway. Someone always tells me what to do. There will always be people laughing at me, how can I think purple!
Tonight, there's no one around, and I'm going all the way. However, I can only stop with a smile, stop on the beach in the water and pass by. The waves beat gently on the beach and sighed, like a hiss, and there was nothing I could do. Only in this way can I do something. However, I still have to turn around on the road and come back.
But, tonight, is it more mature now? I think it's a pity that I can't say no to it. I think, in myself, with the passage of time, in some irrelevant hearts, I will inevitably leave some kind of voice and smile. Japan used to be in vain? There must be good memories worth collecting. As long as I can stay, I will stay, no matter for a moment, but in the heart of someone I know or don't know.
Things should be right.
Looking at me quietly on the moon, smiling at me, walking alone on the road.
3。 Life taste
On the phone, T told me an unbearable thing, and he finally lost his temper and called names.
Will you regret it if I ask him to lose his temper?
He said:
"I want to learn not to regret. I don't know if I throw a teacup and try to hold on for a thousand times. "
I listened quietly to a friend whispering, and suddenly I felt a longing.
In the initial youth, we have a simple and generous soul! Why? Why should it become more and more complicated and increase dramatically? Does he constantly hurt himself and others in different ties? What do you need to learn to avoid regret?
For the rest of my life, my ears always heard the sound of broken porcelain cups on the hard ground, and the piece of smooth jade-like broken porcelain flew to Montreal in an instant.
I also learned not to regret?
2
Life is big and small, including happiness and free competition, and some battles are inevitable.
When I was young, I always paid close attention to the people around me, eager to move forward and know everything. I should be able to get what I want. Today to understand, I miss my hand, I give up the game, I think this is what I have actually lost.
But if you want to correct and restore all this, you need more courage.
When people reach middle age, they gradually have different values. It turns out that even very important things are not so important and are deliberately ignored. They began to ask me to breathe like an ocean of grass in the wind, that night in the moonlight.
I hope to slow down and respond to the call of all the beautiful life in nature!
However, I still don't have enough courage to answer that their childhood education has always been my plaster stone. I am a docile ordinary person who can't be divorced from the masses. I can only arrange it far from the front line.
If one day, I suddenly become a hermit, and I envy it, then, before I become invisible, I have to go through an unusual and cruel battle?
It can be said that an indisputable victory, sowing hermits, may actually have greater desire, more intense competition, talents and life.
Can't you explain?
-if I really love someone, I love the people I love all over the world, I love.
Life. If I could say "I love you" alone, I would say: "Here you are.
I love everyone. I love the whole world through you. In your life, I love myself. BR/>； -e. fromm
It turns out that loving someone is not only a trauma of separation, but also a strong feeling. It is "a determination, a judgment, a promise". "
That night, walking in the countryside and along the coast, my sudden desire to scream was normal.
I just came from the sea, and I am still depressed at night. The night is as cool as water, the night sky is blue, and the moon stars are rare. Standing barefoot on the beach, I can feel the warm and dry degreased sand and the moderately loose white and clean sand behind me. The next layer of sand and solid, especially gentle sound waves, can feel moist and cool in a quiet night.
Think about it, how many years will it take to fill a rough ocean? Years have eroded the soft beach into rocks and spread them evenly on my feet? It took many years to brew such a cool and beautiful night scene. Many years! Will the world wait for our future? BR/>；
The secret that I still refuse and dare not tell at this moment is hidden in my heart. I like to constantly worry about its impermanence. If I love it, I always like to calculate when I will stop loving, I will stop loving, I will sneak into my life, I will constantly waste it and destroy it just right.
That night, of course, I was still in the process of leaving. I still wanted waves, and the moonlight on the beach was behind me. However, I still appreciate why they can't help, but they need to call on the world:
"Thank you! Thank you! "
To be deep blue, there must be a gentle and compassionate force to hear my thanks and describe me with a deep smile at the distance of millions of light years.
At the moment I shouted out, did I make a promise and make a decision with its promise?
If I can learn to truly love my life, I must also learn to love and love the world.
So, please let me learn to be responsible for my actions. I learned to be uncertain, and I regret it. Please let me learn not to repeat my mistakes.
Please let me finally understand that every road is a long journey, please let me believe that every road has chosen the future development direction.
Please let me live in this moment and enjoy today.
Please allow me to experience a modest and honest life. I know that in the whole human life, there is such an artistic creation that has been thinking. I have already started, and I will not stop or finish. My future and my existence are crucial in this long process, trying to leave a mark.
Please let me, let me enjoy the taste of life calmly.
4。 A faint fragrance of flowers
BR/>；
Someone once asked me, why do you like plants and why do you always like painting flowers?
Actually, I like it very much Not just a flower, but also a TV series and all the memories. I even think it may not be instantaneous, but in my heart, it evokes an emotional nature.
Today, I heard an invitation from a friend. He said:
"Friendship and flowers, or light a better, more fragrant, more exciting, more connected and more lasting one."
Really! In the long road of life, how many times have you hit your head with that faint fragrance of flowers? I have many friends, and I have a smile. I will always remember my smiling face and loving touch.
Maybe it's been strange since I was very young. It should start now.
smoke
Childhood memories are always a bit confusing. Yes, the admission relationship may be too early. I remember I was in Nanjing when I was five years old.
My only sister went to school, and there was no playmate at home, so I was sent to school, thinking that you could take care of my sisters together. Unexpectedly, I was assigned to another group.
Before I was 5 years old, I didn't know my incompetence because I was young, but I thought it was my stupidity. All the students can, but I can't. They can't keep up with singing. Sitting alone in a crowded classroom, they felt very lonely.
& lt/ I always look forward to going to school and coming home after school. My elder sister came to take me to the military camp next to the school. If I was in the central guard or the small guard, he would give me a fragrant and white flower.
For so many years, I have been wondering why many children will recognize me and love me only when they come home from school. Throughout the season, I took off my clothes and let the flowers stay with me. When I passed his booth, the flowers he wanted to come out were in my hand. young
Forget his face, only remember a young defender, a bit like a child. Wearing a very ill-fitting uniform and with a shy smile, I ran out of the booth, always in a hurry.
This flower is white and fragrant. I don't know which flower is ginger or egg. I have been smelling it at every stage for so many years. If you smell it, you will think of him.
Think, a distant country, I think, a lonely heart.
I remembered the decline of my childhood. None of my playmates said goodbye after I left Nanjing.
Gaoji
Remember Ji, think about these water ginger flowers.
& gt
When reading, the art of Beijing, Gaoji and ordinary students.
When we were in the third grade of primary school, we studied in the evening the day before we met and sat in the window of the corridor on the second floor. I don't know why I talk so much. On the one hand, I can talk and laugh, and I am willing to go back to my classroom to do my homework without waiting for the teacher to interfere.
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At that time, some students had boyfriends or girlfriends, but my friendship with Gao Ji was a very clear atmosphere. Perhaps, the feeling of editing the school magazine has a very bright future for us to have a working conversation.
Time flies, graduation trip, graduation exam, and then graduation. Throughout July, I will stay in the rural family in Muka, and every day I will run around like a mountain. BR/>；
One morning, a classmate of Senior Two suddenly came to my house to find me. In front of my house, two tall boys became shy and afraid to come. Outside the wall, across a large lawn, I was greeted at a distance.
Father just stays at home every day, sitting in the living room window from floor to ceiling. He seems surprised. I don't know how to deal with his unexpected things. To him, I seem to be the silly boy who has always been like a little boy. "How cold is Rong Er when he grows up? Is it a boy looking for a girl? "
I think this seems a little surprising, because it is the reaction of an angry father, who blurted out:
"No, don't go out."
However, on this day, Germany and her sister were at home, and she immediately begged her father:
"Let Rong Rong go, all her classmates!"
I don't know if it was because of the pleading of my German sister or because of my father's calmness, but I was glad that it was too late to reach my father's point, so I quickly put on my shoes and ran out to join them.
This is the last time I saw Gaucci.
One day, the three of us went to the mountain guided by the Forbidden City. The mountains are full of water ginger flowers, and the mountains are full of incense. Gao Ji said that he would go back to Kinmen to teach me that I could walk in an ordinary day, with a cloud in the sky and many ethereal illusions. Our young hearts blessed each other and agreed to write often.
However, after the two men didn't exchange any news, I finally learned his news. Twenty years after reading about the plane crash in Kinmen in the newspaper, he bumped into the list and went to Taiwan Province Province to attend this meeting. He was the headmaster of a primary school.
He hopes to see his name in the newspaper, but he doesn't intend to do so. Then, in the second time, I was shocked. For me, it has always been so young and beautiful! Isn't this incredible result?
: "Ji, Ji," I have been calling this name softly in my mind. During this time, all the gingerbread flowers seemed to reopen after a year, and in the trance-like fragrance, I let tears roll down.
I really cherish a good friend, my youth!
Wild lily
One day, when the four of us stopped, Hill initially just wanted to observe a group of blackbirds in the future, but not surprisingly, the future car found the wild lilies blooming in Gao Shuang on the mountain, so it turned around!
This mountain is very high and cool. At that moment in the evening, the wet clouds we passed by had a faint fragrance, exactly the same!
Everything has become exactly the same, although so many years have passed, why even I feel surprisingly identical!
I can't wait to tell my friends that I am 18 years old and have many similarities in the dusk. Gray-green twilight, the same wet feeling and cool clouds, like a mountain full of white flowers, who said that time can't go back? Say, is this world full of things changing? Say, I can't miss the beautiful scenery. Who else will I meet?
I'm almost incoherent, my friends. My excitement may be infected. Chen began to climb down the rock. I also picked up a song, picked up the camera and shot in the deep grass. I am worried about the steep cutting surface of the rock, and secretly hope that Chen can give more abstract flowers.
Chen's friend, I really know it in my heart. He gave me a lot of digging and handed it to me with a smile.
When I held Lily in my arms, it was an unspeakable happiness and satisfaction.
How many times have you lived and embraced the whole fragrant Bai Baihe in Liangshan?
How many years ago! They only did it once. Four other people traveled together, at the top of the same wild lily that night, a smiling flower? Many friends sent it to me.
But only once, but never forget.
The good news is that you can't forget it. The primitive feeling that my body has been deeply buried in my heart, I appreciate the beauty of nature, and love will always accompany me. After so many years, I have experienced the vicissitudes of the world. The good news is in my heart, but it hasn't changed.
What is more gratifying is that this kind of emotion can be proved again after 20 years. Therefore, on this day, when I really feel life with a bouquet of fragrant lilies, it is almost the most extravagant moment.
Everyone should thank my friends.
So, do you say I love flowers? I love the fact, with the treasure and gratitude of flowers.
I met my favorite friend in the Great Hall of the People this afternoon. He said, "How much does it contain?" ?
I only say "mobile phone" as a sincere friend, always paying attention to you, taking care of you, enjoying your happiness, comforting you when you are sad, and even revealing the whole truth of life to you. I also deliberately and carefully choose some mild sentences in the real world, such as "flower", to avoid sharp edges and corners stabbing you. Think about it, how can such a broad and beautiful mind not be touching?
I really love this world. What I never understood was, why am I always so kind in this world? Why are my friends so partial and indulgent to me? I walk on the road, why is it always mixed with faint flowers? Sometimes trance, sometimes clear, but always because for a long time refused to disperse?
I have so many good friends to accompany me on this road. Do you think I can hope that this road will get longer and longer?
Because of this, I actually began to worry that their fears could not be mixed with some faint sadness. My happiness and happiness, if it hit the cloud, the flowers would be gone.
However, life may be like this, whether it is happy or sad, it is always worth working hard on the trip.
I think life should be like this.
5。 Light-illuminated
Please tell me that all the lights are in the dark and fog.
She is five years old. He has been to her house.
They were friends for a long time at the end of their meeting, but after decades, they really don't even remember themselves, but there is a vague discovery between them: she is five years older and they are satisfied.
At the banquet of her father's generation, she occasionally encountered such a scene: her father toasted and advised her friends, but her uncle refused to drink. My father would say:
/& gt； "What's the matter? Fifty years ago, he knew a friend who didn't even have a glass of wine. Is that you? "
Strangely, Uncle Stomach, who had suddenly resigned, was a heart patient. He couldn't immediately ask his father to raise his glass in the crowd and give applause, then raise his glass and smile.
At that time, there was always a warm touch in her heart. Fifty years! Fifty years! A young man who has been displaced for 50 years has experienced a long and difficult time when he sees the other side, but some netizens propose a toast, like a glass of wine. How can he not swallow it?
She learned to appreciate. At present, I have entered middle age. Lately, it's like sitting in front of a friend and listening to her story. All happy encounters are a kind of happiness.
No matter what she says, he will listen quietly, sometimes inserting a sentence or two. The rest of the time, he always looks into her eyes, a tolerant look, and smiles with his lips pressed as if to say:
"How busy, I've known you since you were five."
At that moment, she couldn't help it, but thanks to time, her dissatisfaction has been accelerating. Time is accelerating, and in just a few years, she can prove this pure happiness again. The feeling she likes, if no matter what, there is always someone willing to leave her a clean and transparent blue in the gloomy sky.
When the other five friends were only five years old, was this the color of the sky?
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He knows her friends because he knows the names of all the trees, flowers and plants.
I recognized him, but I didn't know him until 2023, but I soon became familiar with him, such as a lifelong friend. This is because when they see an unknown flower, they will remind her of him and think that he will know the name of this plant.
He never let her down. As long as she said the shape and color characteristics of plants, he was on the other end of the phone at once.