In spring, I walked home with the sadness of being misunderstood by my classmates. An aunt who just moved in gently stopped me: "I bought too many things." Can you help me get some? " I nodded, and she smiled gratefully at me, and the sadness in her heart disappeared instantly. I helped her and made myself happy. So later, whenever we meet, I will receive a smile. With this smile, I start every new day, end every full day, and love every beautiful day more. So, I was very moved to find that beauty lies in giving and returning. In every smile I meet-a smile around me, beauty forms a landscape.
In the summer of "reflecting the different colors of lotus flowers", I enjoyed the cool air and opened a brand-new collection of Song Ci. Read silently, experience carefully, and be moved by accident. The lofty sentiments and indignation of "a strong man is hungry for pork and laughs at the blood of Huns", the sadness and desolation of "the west wind blinds people thinner than yellow flowers", and the passionate and unrestrained "flying stones over the air, making waves and rolling up thousands of piles of snow" ... From then on, I fell in love with Song Ci and liked its grandeur and smoothness. So, I fell in love with Song Ci and found that beauty lies in the essence of words-Song Ci is by my side, and beauty forms a landscape.
In the autumn of "Frosty leaves are redder than flowers in February", I was collecting books at home and accidentally found some maple leaves sandwiched in the book. I don't know how many days they spent in the dark, but they are still flat and beautiful. Crimson veins contain indomitable spirit, just like the tenacity of branches in late autumn and the persistence of falling with the wind; Bright leaves are bright red, like a lamp full of hope, always shining in my heart. Then, I was inspired and found that beauty was in the maple leaf, and in the indomitable and hopeful spirit-the maple leaf was by my side, and beauty formed a landscape.
I always look forward to the next snow in the winter when the petals of ten thousand pear trees are blown open. White always reminds me of purity. Pure and fragrant lily valley, pure and selfless angel in pure and quiet clouds. Pure white covers up the filth, contributes the most beautiful color and purifies the soul. So I love white, and I find that beauty lies in the struggle of white, which is to purify my soul-white is by my side, and beauty forms a landscape.
Zen cloud: a flower and a world, a leaf and a bodhi. I think, on the road of growth, every bit is the crystallization of beauty. Only by careful taste and careful collection can we find that beauty has formed a landscape, decorating the night and morning of growth. ...
Flowers intoxicate me
The spring breeze blew a loud whistle, and the earth opened its sleepy eyes and smiled like a flower. Overnight, like a thawed river, all the flowers arrived as scheduled, overwhelming. Small calyx can no longer hide full of worries, but it is in full bloom, holding high large and small cups and lamps, singing and dancing in the smoky wind in March.
As a result, my eyes are full of all kinds of flowers, such as "the shadow of flowers in the four compartments is full of anger", "a thousand flowers are lower than the branches", and my nose is full of fragrant incense, soaking in the long courtyard where the spring rain is heartless and as light as sorrow, and soaking in the country road where flowers are dancing freely and as light as a dream. bloom is like a tide, and "bloom is full of flowers on the 20th, and one city is crazy".
Flowers, flowers, flowers have become the most dazzling scenery and the most dazzling tokens of the four seasons. There are beautiful peonies here, beautiful summer lotus here, autumn chrysanthemum here, winter plum here, and this is the world of flowers, which is intoxicating. ...
A flower and a world, a leaf and a stem. Beautiful flowers are a metaphor for beautiful youth, full of vigor and vitality. In fact, isn't human life just like a flower? Beauty is like her, simplicity is like her. Life blooms like a flower, trembling, and finally, "what is the boast of falling flowers", lost in the dust of the times. Therefore, people often feel that "tears ask flowers for silence, red flies over the swing" and "when spring is over, flowers fall and people die." A thousand years later, how many tears and wine will be buried with him! Such a delicate life, it happened that "the wind and the sword pressed each other", can only turn pale, the fragrance disappears, and it is "smashed into mud and crushed into dust". Is there a fatalistic causal relationship between the decline of beauty and the misfortune of beauty? Come to think of it, Hua Ben is innocent. Have you noticed that some flowers "would rather hold incense on the branches than die in the north wind", and the poet's sigh is like misty rain. After all, "flowers are similar every year", but they seek revenge for no reason, "people are different every year" ...
Push the cloud road, hide the clouds and cross the East China Sea. I'm back. Looking at the ten-mile spring breeze, the hometown where fireworks and tears are intertwined finally understands that the meaning of life lies in cherishing the days accompanied by flowers. "If there are flowers, fold them straight. Don't wait for them to run out." It is to cherish every day in life that blooms like a flower. "Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers." When "flowers wither and flowers fly all over the sky", there is indeed an afterlife idiot who asks: How many flowers do you know in your dream? You can pick flowers and make a smiling face.
Flowers intoxicate me ...
[Opinion] Because I love life, I am intoxicated with nature. The beauty of flowers is everywhere, and it is not easy to express beautiful feelings with beautiful words. However, the little author has achieved near perfection, which first benefits from her usual accumulation and mastery. You see, the poems of Du Fu, Bai Juyi, Ouyang Xiu and others are handy and polished properly, which makes the whole text full of color, from which we can not only appreciate the author's extraordinary language control ability, but also appreciate his subtle emotions. Let's all be caring people in life, observe the world with a pair of "discerning eyes" and feel the world with a passion, and everything will become sparkling and full of affection. The article is emotional, logical and infectious.
I was intoxicated by the leisurely countryside.
Grandma's home is in the countryside of Suzhou, isolated from the hustle and bustle of the world, leaving only lingering local accent, leisurely hometown water and grandma's "Biluochun" ...
"This is the world of water. Look at Chenxi, the river that runs through this small town. The personnel and scenery gradually fade away in the water ... "Listen to Mr. Yu's story about the rural water in this small town and feel the taste of the rural water personally.
It was summer, the sun was shining, and I was walking, and suddenly I felt a breeze coming. I followed the cool breeze for a few steps. Sure enough, I found a quiet river running through the ancient water town.
Everything was quiet, and I crept, afraid to break this unique silence. Is this river like a cold jade, a fairy mirror, or a jade plate? I was shocked at that time and didn't know how to decorate it. Of course, the biggest concern is why the sun is so cold. After a careful look, I found the reason. The red sun is in the middle of the river, and all kinds of colorful light bands are scattered on the water. The light band seemed intoxicated by the clear water, and they took off their burning robes. Finally, they become dots, forming a spiral shape in the gentle waves, as if dancing a little bee's "eight-character" dance. ...
When the breeze came, a group of wild ducks were leisurely blowing through concentric circles in the water, and then several flying dragonflies moistened their tongues with water. Isn't this the scene of "flying slowly with a dragonfly"?
People and scenery are really harmonious at this moment. With this inspiration, I drew my pen, let the snack rain dance, let my leisurely thoughts float to the sky, and let my sadness melt in the water. I gently wrote the first poem in my life-Venice in the East.
Inadvertently, a sunset was thrown into the water. Looking up, a village girl with a long braid was washing clothes by the water with a wooden stick. Birds are singing softly on her head, and swallows are whispering in her ear. She gently wiped away the pearl-like sweat. Smoke curled up in the distance, and the hazy blue bricks and white tiles were faintly visible. I have no intention of leaving. I don't know whether I am intoxicated with this paradise-like beauty or nostalgic for this angelic beauty of Suzhou.
I don't know how many people are intoxicated by the water in this rural area, and I don't know how many years of cultural heritage it has nourished. The night is deep, the moonlight is like water, the water is like the sky, and the independent waterside quietly thinks: In this "back garden of Chinese culture", the pastoral water is intoxicated with Tang Bohu, Jin Shengtan, or a little me. ...
[Comment] It is not easy to write such lyrical prose with spiritual style in the examination room. The long hometown water evokes our homesickness. In the hot summer, reading such cool words makes people flow into their hearts like a gurgling spring. The little author is good at creating artistic conception, and the simple description makes people feel like they are in the ancient town of Jiangnan water town. With her brushwork, she was intoxicated with her soul. This is her genius.
After the storm, it was calm.
In the midsummer afternoon, the wind and cloud suddenly changed, and the lead-colored clouds crowded from the northwest. Thunder roared in the distance, and then the wind blew hard, and the branches of the tree were blown back and forth. Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning in the sky and the rain suddenly poured down.
About a quarter of an hour later, after a storm, the sun came out with clouds.
The sky is blue after the rain, and only a few faint white clouds are floating in the air. At this time, seven-color rainbows appeared in the northwest sky, which made people feel happy against the blue sky and white clouds. Then, I can't help but think of the poem "red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who is dancing in the sky?"
Look at the mountains in the distance, rolling, it can be said that "the sun sets after the rain, and the mountains are blue"!
In the nearby yard, the pool is full of water and crystal clear. Lush old Sophora japonica is colorful, green and dripping, tall and vigorous. Moreover, the flowers and plants all over the altar are particularly comfortable after the rain, and the water drops roll around on the lobules and twinkle like crystals. I opened the window and fresh air poured into the room. I suck greedily. "How comfortable!" "I said to myself. At this time, my eyes moved with the rain in the yard. Water, flowing out from a distance, merged into a stream, flowed into the ground and soaked the crops, as if a scene of bumper harvest suddenly jumped into my eyes and I felt sweet in my heart.
At this time, I looked at the distant mountains, nearby ponds, locust trees and flowers, all of which constituted a picture after the storm, which was really pleasing to the eye.