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Autumn wind. Miyun candlelight is sour.
Looking at the people coming and going in the funeral home, listening to the heartbreaking cries and the wind blowing in my ear, it seems that there is a hole in my heart that can't be filled. I realize that you are so fragile in the wind and frost.
Exquisite candles are swaying, and the dripping wax oil slowly slides down, like a tear of memories. ...
In midsummer, fruit sellers always like to cut the pulp of watermelon into small pieces; And put into a transparent plastic bowl. The red melon meat is embedded with black seeds, which is really beautiful. And I, with the curiosity that a child should have, went to have a look. At the thought of that cold feeling, I subconsciously licked my lips.
You know what I mean. Those hands with thick joints and calluses in the depths gently rubbed my head and handed me a bowl of watermelon ice.
I smiled, as happy as a child eating candy. You smiled, too, and the beard touching the corners of your mouth trembled slightly. As a result, the rough big hand led the soft little hand home; As a result, the sunset will lengthen our shadow, that rickety figure, that happy little shadow, it is we who are old and young. A sense of happiness arises spontaneously, becoming a warm current clinging to my heart, slowly occupying my heart, and every corner is gradually softened. At this time, tenderness is hard to see. If time can stay in this second, it is really a blessing.
The faint candlelight brought my thoughts back to reality. I don't know why, but I got up the courage and took a step forward. I saw your face clearly by candlelight.
You seem to be asleep with your eyes closed. Years have carved deep wrinkles on the face, and the wind and sun of the years have turned the skin into dark brown.
"Give Grandpa a stick of incense." Father patted me on the shoulder.
The restless moist water vapor instantly overflowed the corner of the eye and quietly wet the neckline. He seems unwilling to break the quiet warmth.
Dear grandpa, the journey of life is too long. Your company makes me feel extremely happy. Oh, it's good to have you!
(2)
It's late autumn now, and the night in the park is quieter. There are few people, and the huge lake presents a quiet. Although today is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, which makes this quiet park more elegant. And I, facing the beautiful scenery, failed to have a good mood because of misunderstanding in the dispute with a very good friend. Thinking about the past and the future, I feel angry at my friends' unwarranted accusations and annoyed at my impatience. Disturbed, I walked by the lake, but my heart was very sad. I looked at the bright moon reflected in the water, picked up a stone on the shore and threw it into the water to vent my depression. The sound of stones falling into the water is particularly clear in a quiet park. Looking at the ripples of stones falling on the water surface, the water surface is flashing and surrounded by water waves. I stood motionless on the shore, staring at the water, and gradually the water calmed down. There is no dust in the water, and a full moon is reflected on the mirror-like water, even the clouds beside the moon are clearly reflected. The two bright moons in Shui Ying reflect each other in the distance. This situation reminds me of the word "friend" in the word "friend". Isn't it made up of two moons? The moon in the sky is the other, and the moon in the water is me. Calm water, such as silver, can truly reflect the real situation of the sky and the moon. At the beginning of the wind, the microwave on the water will slightly deform the reflection of the moon on the water. However, it is impossible to show the sky and the moon when the wind is raging and the waves are rushing. Only the moon in the sky and the water in the water can be combined into a "friend", and only those who are calm and level as a mirror can objectively reflect each other's image in their own minds. Thought of here, I suddenly enlightened. Thanks to this full moon, I understand the true meaning of friendship and the value of friendship. I want to praise Goldman Sachs in the water: it's good to have you!
(3)
Sing softly, I hear your poetic beauty.
In meditation, I smell your elegance.
Looking up from a distance, I see your elegant figure.
I often listen to you quietly in the wonderful printing industry. I have long known your name is prose.
However, I often think that if you are a woman, you must be a young woman. You are so gentle and elegant, in a trance, but you take my heart away and melt it in your delicate and affectionate eyes as clear as water.
Deep enough to make people love, pure enough to make people move, it will always turn faint sadness and shallow sadness into a breeze, stinging people's soft hearts.
You're a little smarter. When you savor your hidden joy, your heart blooms; Black also has light.
I don't know what magic you have, so I can meet you even in my dream.
I often dream that I will slowly brush your long black hair with my palm, gently and carefully, for fear of accidentally disturbing your sacred beauty. Vaguely, I seem to see you, a pair of eyes full of enthusiasm and flashing wisdom, looking at me in fear, trying to take me to the deep and quiet harbor like heaven. Your white feather clothes and dancing in spring are like affectionate fairies by the clear water.
I like your poetic mood. There are mountains and waters, people, families, enemies and friends in the artistic conception, which makes more sense. I like listening to your touching stories. In the story, there is hate, hate, affection, love and truth. I prefer your beautiful writing. That Wen Zi is like a flower, a bunch of flowers, a bunch of bundles, sometimes in bud, sometimes competing to bloom, and sometimes flying like a butterfly; Reading you, I know what beauty is; Taste you and indulge in the smell of truth, goodness and beauty, as if winter would never exist!
Prose, it's good to have you!
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