In such a gorgeous background, if you don't come, this dazzling prosperity, this beating flame and this staring eyes can only leave emptiness and loneliness. Don't ask about the past life, don't ask about the afterlife, think too much, just indulge in the quiet dawn, smooth the vicissitudes of my life with your constant attention and tacit understanding, erase my sorrow in the dark night, let me feel the quiet beauty and exquisiteness of a maple leaf, the crystal and purity of a drop of dew, the tenderness and yearning of a breeze ... If you think too much, you will float in the maple forest in full swing, expecting your horseshoe to break the cold dawn.
How intoxicated and obsessed, in the frost forest in late autumn, are you flying or dwelling? Can you hear the pure zither sound in the distance, can you see the flames full of trees, and talk about its burning? I hold the tears lost in my last life and the dew that changed in this life to wash away the dust of your years and the vicissitudes of your previous life. Are you tired? Whenever, I will wait quietly in the frost forest at dawn. Here is your eternal post station, facing the mountains and flowing water, facing the thick earth and yellow sky, bearing in mind the beauty of life and meeting for thousands of years.
I don't know who is quietly singing: in the chaotic world, everything is prosperous in the background except you. This play is played with life, and it is rare to have this agreement. This love only means something to you and me. In the misty frost forest, if you don't remember, if I haven't been there, there is only the prosperity of smoke, like the dream of a butterfly, falling gently outside the world of mortals in the background. And I stubbornly sang classical feelings, caressed the guzheng, lingering with the autumn wind and fog, indulging in the maple leaves at dawn, but, just, the lovesick maple forest is more and more sparse than the maple forest.
Dawn, fog, heavy frost. The whole maple grove is as red as a fiddler, as red as a fiddler and as transparent as a fiddler. Drunk in past lives, looking for it, I just want to be the reddest maple leaf, light the fire of your life, and light up the road of Millennium reincarnation.
rain
Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings. And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound. People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When the rain is sudden, the sound is generous and violent, just like hundreds of horses singing together, Malik gallops. As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. These tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection.
People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret. The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers."
Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes.
In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain. It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time. It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion.
Oh, what I met in the rain was the self separated from time and space, and it was telling me everything before. I hesitated. I asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me?
There is a saying: "Young people listen to singing on the rainy floor, and the red candle is faint." In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. "Different life situations make people feel different when listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the flow of true feelings and listening to the flow of years. In addition to the echo of the years, the sound of rain also brings regrets of the past and melancholy that I want to talk about again. It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue.
The rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat. ...
Quiet summer nights and clear winds always give me a feeling of tranquility. The bright moonlight pours like soft water and clear light, which means peace and harmony. Moonlight is soft and transparent, light and elegant.
I like to use moonlight to precipitate my mood, such as water moonlight, which I can drink. Open the window, let the moonlight flow quietly on the skin, and the light and elegant charm and fresh emotional appeal naturally flow in the heart. If you practice moonlight, your mood will become clear and soft in the moonlight, and suddenly all kinds of touches and beauty in your life will be vivid.
Once, I snuggled up in my grandmother's arms and counted the stars, enjoying the clear and quiet moonlight in the countryside leisurely.
Once, in Jingjing campus, I had a heart-to-heart talk with my classmates in the clear moonlight, and I realized the beauty and sadness of the past.
Once, in the moonlight like water, you and I went boating on Taihu Lake, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the world in the shadow of paddle lights, moonlight and lake water. The clear lake and the ethereal piano sound made me indulge in the gentle feelings of Jiangnan, and I didn't know where to go.
The flowers on the wall are moving, and it is suspected that the jade man is coming. Zhang Sheng meets Yingying, waiting for the west wing of the moon, and the guqin passes on meditation, waiting for the beautiful woman under the moon. Classical beauty. The bright moon is dyed in the west window, and the faint thoughts are also filled.
In the fleeting time, the moonlight is beautiful in the classical meaning and the current romance, bringing infinite meditation and carefree intoxication.
The clear moonlight attracted me. I put on my clothes and went out. I stepped on the moonlight like water and slowly walked into the garden. Gardenia flower bathed in moonlight, cold dew, like a curtain of Qingyuan dream. Bamboo shadows dance lightly with the rhyme, like water and moonlight passing through, reflecting the brightness of the bright moon. Everything is full of agility in the moonlight. Secular noise and impetuousness, hesitation and hesitation, all melt in this moonlight. Suddenly enlightened, suddenly enlightened.
Like moonlight, you can drink it. It's like water flowing by, you can feel it.
Stand quietly on the garden path and listen to the silence.
What is a friend? Friends are people who have friendship with each other.
Friendship is the purest, noblest, simplest and most ordinary feeling; It is also the most romantic, moving, solid and eternal emotion. Everyone is inseparable from friendship. You can live without love, but you can never live without friendship. Once there is no friendship, there will be no happy harmony in life.
A friend is an encounter.
It is really fate to get together, get to know each other, get to know each other and get close to each other. It can be said that it is a kind of luck to meet, get together and meet in the life journey of people coming and going, on their different life trajectories and in the hearts of different experiences. Fate is not always there, so we should cherish the hard-won fate.
A friend is a kind of knowing each other.
Being friends is a mutual recognition. The process of mutual admiration, mutual appreciation and mutual perception. The advantages, advantages, highlights and beauty of the other party will be reflected in your mind, and you will have a panoramic view. Even a little value of friends will become your upward energy and the driving force and source of your lifelong benefit. The wisdom, knowledge, ability and passion of friends are the magnetic force and strength that attract you close. At the same time, everything about you is also a process for friends to know and perceive you.
Friends are a mutual agreement.
Friends are a kind of telepathy, a kind of tacit understanding. A gesture, a smile, a word and deed, even a look, an action, a back, a look back, friends will get the message. You don't need to explain to each other, you don't need to say anything, you don't need to talk nonsense, you don't need to make public, you will be soul mates. It is the gentlest, most comfortable, most carefree and most beautiful artistic conception.
Friends are companions.
Friends are people who help each other, inherit each other, accompany each other and help each other on the long road of life. It is a pot of cold water when you are bored, a song and laughter when you are lonely, a feeling when you are intoxicated when you are happy, and a feeling when you are proud. Feel the affection of friends in conversation and listening, shake hands and be grateful in communication and contact.
Friends are a kind of help.
On the stormy road of life, friends can shelter you from the wind and rain and solve problems for you. A friend will always extend a hand of friendship. It is an escalator when you climb, a good medicine when you are injured, a bowl of white water when you are hungry, and a boat when you cross the river. Money can't be bought, can't be booked, and only sincerity can buy it.
Friends are a kind of lovesickness.
Friends care about each other, miss each other, take care of each other and rely on each other. Missing is like an endless river, like a gentle flowing cloud, like a fragrant flower, like a flute with lingering sound. She is sometimes a faint memory, a faint tea, and a faint * * * sound.
Friends are a mutual glow.
Friends are like the stars and the moon in the night sky. They shine on each other, shine on each other, encourage each other and look at each other. Friends are embedded in silent care and don't have to meet every day. Empathy is eternal, and friends don't have to be insincere. Just nod your head and you may understand. Sometimes it is a pleasure to shine in the distance. Although the meteor has passed away, my best wishes are still in my heart. So all the days are easy and all the burdens are sweet; So the past becomes a memory, what you have will never be lost, and what you haven't got doesn't need to be pursued hard. It's yours, it's yours sooner or later, not yours, never yours. As long as you don't worry about eternity, you don't have to regret what you lost, you don't have to miss yesterday, you only care about what you once had.
Life and death settlement sheet
Two patients living in the otolaryngology ward at the same time have uncomfortable noses. While waiting for the test results, A said that if it was cancer, he would travel immediately, first to Lhasa. B said so, too. The results came out. A has nasal cancer and B has nasal polyps.
A made a farewell schedule and left the hospital. B stayed. A's schedule is: a trip to Dunhuang in Lhasa; Take a boat from Panzhihua to the Yangtze River estuary; Take a photo with coconut trees as the background in Sanya, Hainan; Spend a winter in Harbin; Take a boat from Dalian to Beihai in Guangxi; Boarded Tiananmen Square; Read all Shakespeare's works; Try to listen to the original song "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" by the blind A Bing; Write a book. All these, ***27.
He wrote at the back of this life list: I have many dreams in my life, some have come true, and some have not come true for various reasons. God doesn't have much time for me now. In order to leave this world without regret, I intend to use the last few years of my life to realize the remaining 27 dreams.
At that time, A resigned from the company and went to Lhasa and Dunhuang. The next year, I passed the adult exam with amazing perseverance and tenacity. During this period, he boarded Tiananmen Square, went to the Inner Mongolia prairie, and lived in a herdsman's house for a week. Now this friend is fulfilling his old dream of publishing a book.
One day, B read a short article written by A in the newspaper and called to ask about A's illness. A said, I really can't imagine how bad my life would be if it weren't for this disease. It reminds me to do what I want to do and realize my dream. Now I understand what is real life and what is life. You have a good life, too! B did not answer. Because what I said in the hospital, going to Lhasa and Dunhuang, has long been forgotten, because it is not cancer.
In this world, in fact, everyone suffers from a kind of cancer, and that is an irresistible death. The reason why we didn't make a life list like the man with nasal cancer, throw away all the superfluous things, realize our dreams and do what we want is because we think I will live longer. However, perhaps it is this quantitative difference that makes our lives qualitatively different: some people turn their dreams into reality, while others take them to the grave.
Find an umbrella.
Once, a professor said to a businessman, "Last week, my umbrella was taken away from a church in London. Because the umbrella was a gift from my friend, I cherish it very much, so I spent the price of several umbrellas in the newspaper to find it, but I still didn't get it back. "
"How did you write your advertisement?" Asked the businessman. "The advertisement is here." With that, the professor took out a piece of paper cut from the newspaper from his pocket.
The merchant took it and read, "Last Sunday night, I lost a black silk umbrella in the church. If a gentleman finds it, please send it to 10 Broad Street as a reward of 5 pounds. "
The businessman said, "I often advertise." Advertising is very learned. Your advertisement is not good. You can't find an umbrella. I'll write you another advertisement. If you can't find an umbrella again, I'll buy you a new one to make it up to you! "
The advertisement written by the businessman was published in the newspaper. The next morning, the professor was surprised when he opened the door. There were six or seven umbrellas lying in the garden. These umbrellas are colorful, with cloth and silk, old and new, big and small, all thrown in from the outside.
The professor's own black silk umbrella is also caught in the back. Several umbrellas are still tied with a note saying that they were taken by mistake, begging the owner not to tell anyone about it. The professor told the businessman about this situation, and the businessman said, "These people are still honest."
Do you know how businessmen's advertisements are written?
The businessman's advertisement reads like this:
"Last Sunday night, a gentleman was seen taking an umbrella from the church. If the umbrella bearer doesn't want to cause trouble, he'd better return the umbrella to 10 wide street as soon as possible. Everyone knows who this gentleman is. "
Gold worth $20.
This is what I read from an English story:
A father came home from work late, tired and a little upset, and found his 5-year-old son waiting for him at the door. "Dad, can I ask you a question?"
"What's the problem?" "Dad, how much can you earn in an hour?" "It's none of your business. Why do you ask this question? " Father said angrily.
"I just want to know, please tell me, how much do you earn an hour?" The child pleaded. "If you must know, I earn $20 an hour."
"Oh," the child lowered his head and then said, "Dad, can you lend me 10 dollars?" Father is angry: "If you ask this question just to borrow money to buy meaningless toys or things, then go back to your room and sleep." Think about why you are so selfish. I work hard for a long time every day and have no time to play children's games with you. "
The child quietly returned to his room and closed the door.
Father sat down, still very angry. After about an hour, he calmed down and began to think that maybe he was too hard on the child-maybe the child really wanted to buy something, and besides, he rarely asked for money.
The father walked into the child's room: "Are you asleep, son?" "Dad, not yet. I'm still awake." The child replied. "I may have been too hard on you just now," my father said. "I flew into a rage today-here's the $65,438+00 you asked for."
"Thank you, Dad." The child shouted, took out some crumpled bills from under the pillow and counted them slowly.
"You already have money, why do you want it?" Father said angrily.
"Because I didn't have enough before, now I have enough." The child replied, "Dad, I have 20 yuan now. Can I buy it from you for an hour? Please come home early tomorrow-I want to have dinner with you. " Share this story with the people you like, but more importantly, share this $20 worth of time with the people you love-just to remind everyone who works hard not to spend a little time with people who care about us and let time slip through their fingers.
Take another look.
Once, an old man told me a story of his own:
When I was young, I felt great. At that time, I was going to write a book. In order to add "local color" to the book, I used my holiday to go out and look for it. I want to find a hero among those poor and idle people, and I believe I can find such people there.
That's right. One day, I found such a place, a desolate and dilapidated manor. The most exciting thing is that I also found the smell of idleness in my imagination-an old man with a beard, wearing brown overalls, sitting in a chair weeding a potato field, and behind him was an unpainted shed in Xiao Mu.
I turned and went home, and I couldn't wait to sit in front of the typewriter at once. And when I turned the wooden shed on the muddy road, I looked at the old man from another angle, and then I suddenly stopped subconsciously. It turned out that when I looked from this side, I found that the old man's chair was leaning against a pair of crutches for the disabled, and a pair of trousers hung to the ground empty. Suddenly, the figure I thought was lazy just now suddenly turned into an indomitable hero.
Since then, I have never dared to make judgments and conclusions about a person who has only met once or talked a few words. Thank god, I looked back again.
Revelation of stubborn stone
When I first married this farm, that stone was in the corner of the house. This stone looks ugly, about a foot in diameter, protruding two or three inches.
Once I drove the lawn mower at full speed and hit a stone, damaging the blade. I said to my husband, "Can we dig it up?" "No, that stone has been buried there." My father-in-law also said, "I heard that it is buried deep underground. Your mother-in-law has lived here since the civil war, and no one can get it out. "
In this way, the stone stayed.
My child was born, grew up and became independent. My father-in-law passed away, and later, my husband passed away.
Now I look at the yard and find that one corner of the yard is not pleasing to the eye, just because that stone protects a pile of weeds, like a scar on the green grass.
I took out my shovel and cheered. Even after a day's work, I'm going to dig out the stone. Who knows that as soon as I reached out, the stone came out, but it was buried a foot deep, and the bottom was about six inches wider than the top. I pried it open with a crowbar and moved it to the car. This amazes me. This stone has stood on the ground for longer than people remember. Everyone firmly believes that the predecessors tried to move it, but they were helpless. Just because this stone looks big and deep. People think it is unshakable.
This stone inspired me, but I couldn't bear to throw it away. I put it in a conspicuous place in the yard and planted a circle of Catharanthus roseus around it. In my small scenic spot, it reminds people that the only obstacles that hinder our discovery and creation are our psychological obstacles and hard stones in our minds.