Warm prose in the years
Warm prose in the years, when we face life and go further and further, many things are gradually forgotten by us, there are familiar figures, there are The warm sun in the deep memory has the feeling of first love. All the beauty seems to have diluted a lot with time, but the warmth will always be engraved in our hearts, the warm prose of the years. Warm Prose in the Years 1
The breeze blew and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers. Sitting in a corner of time, I use words to trace a piece of paper, and listen carefully to the whispers falling in the wind. Some encounters are destined to be very warm...
Some things and some people will accompany you affectionately throughout your life. , has never left and cannot be replaced. Sun shadow, moonlight, night rain, every inch of time is intertwined, and time flows away quietly in a vegetable, a cup of tea, and a song. The purpose of life is to live. I cherish the simple daily life in this time and hope that the years will be gentle.
I like to look for similar people in the faint light, and find the indescribable power in silence.
At the beginning of human beings, nature is good. Everyone is pure and kind at first. What changes us is the cruel reality and inner desires.
The complicated world has a different kind of beauty, but some beauty can only be watched, but not touched. Every day we are among the bustling crowd, drifting with the flow. Sometimes we want to stop, but we can't because we have too many responsibilities to bear, but we must remember to let ourselves return.
Even if you are alone, you must learn to walk on the road of life in a healthy body and mind, and radiate light in the journey of life; even if you are old, you still have an innocent heart; even if you come back, you will still be happy. The spring breeze boy. I am not the most beautiful, but I strive to have my own unique taste.
The worldly ordinariness is the greatest daily routine and warmth.
The flow of time is both hasty and gentle. I remember the clear scenery during the journey and forget some of the cold moments.
Loyalty is a kind of belief and a person’s own brand. A person without belief has no soul. Can a person do one thing well and have a relationship in his life? , often depends on the degree of persistence you pursue.
I like people who don’t cater to others, don’t overflow with enthusiasm, have a solid foundation and a sense of existence, and can support each other.
I cherish all the light and long-lasting affection, and I am obsessed with all the long-lasting but not urgent confessions. All stories in life, even if they are entangled in the hustle and bustle, will let go of all grudges after tolerance.
Life is like sincere wishes again and again, wishing that all the vicissitudes of life will fade away, wishing that all regrets will be fulfilled, and let the heart live in the spiritual home.
Watching a play is just like life. You are not in a hurry to reach the ending. Those who are lucky enough to be born, this world is heaven.
Happiness means living your own way, knowing how to appreciate yourself and the beauty, so that you can live the way you like. Maybe not all dreams can become beautiful realities, but beautiful dreams can also decorate life.
Walking in the fields under the blue sky and white clouds, stopping and looking, taking pictures. Slow down and calm down, listen to the sounds of nature, and take a deep breath...
May the mountains and rivers be quiet and beautiful, and the prosperous age be peaceful; may all living beings be as compassionate as water, and may the years treat you as before.
Author: Dan Moxuan, I like writing, photography, and traveling. I hope everyone who passes through my life can be happy.
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The south wind blows warmly.
Large tracts of rapeseed flowers are blooming in the fields, and the yellow color is eye-catching; while the buckwheat is like a shy girl, with a shy face lowered, standing somewhat at a loss. At this moment, the warm afternoon sun shines on the earth, making it so comfortable that it makes people sleepy. A gravel road stretches into the distance with the unique sheen of the stones.
This is the spring of 1937.
A man and a woman stood by the roadside, holding hands and saying nothing to each other. Wherever the eyes wander, spring flowers bloom.
The surroundings were eerily quiet. There are big clouds floating in the blue sky, like a sleeping baby. The south wind still blows through the wild grass, making a "rustling" sound, but it is extremely small.
It is already the season of spring. Nameless flowers are blooming all over the ground. There is a cluster of purple here and a cluster of white here. The flowers with inexplicable fragrance are swaying in the breeze, exuding a faint fragrance. .
The girl stood on her toes slightly.
She lay on the boy's strong shoulders, her thin shoulders rising and falling. The boy looks very resolute but tender.
The quiet river flowed through the arms of spring, picking up some of the remaining coldness of winter; a few old wooden boats that had long since peeled off their paint were moored on the river bank. The clear water swayed with oily aquatic plants, and in the soft golden waves, black fish passed through, and circles of bubbles floated to the surface.
The girl started to sob softly, but she didn’t know when she stopped crying.
Another gentle breeze filled the air with the fragrance of flowers, but the smell of the earth was mixed with the smell of gunpowder smoke.
The girl hugged the boy tightly.
There is a small bow tied on a cloth bag next to the boy. The pink color was obviously carefully chosen by the girl.
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The picture in front of me began to become blurry, so blurry that only a pair of people hugging each other remained.
"After so many years, I still remember the spring of that year. In spring, the fragrance of flowers and grass is everywhere..." Grandma's voice was as gentle as running water, While recounting a past event, "It was a war-torn era. That year, your grandfather joined the army..." Grandma's voice became a little sad, "It's been five years. Every spring, I will Go and walk around that flower field, smell, listen, think, read... In the spring of the fifth year, he came back, and I recognized the dark face and the little pocket watch in his arms..."
The warmth of the afternoon rippled on my grandmother’s face, and a page of the brand new photo album quietly turned.
"At that time in the countryside, we were still young men and girls, about your age. In the years of famine, we would dig wild vegetables together in the spring, bracken, purslane... we would bring Laughing with a basket full of spring sunshine..."
A soft light flashed in my grandmother's eyes.
On the last page of the photo album, the smiles of the two are frozen, but it is still spring, but time has faded the color of youth, and the mutual presence deep in the heart has warmed the years.
"What are you talking about? I'll listen too." Grandfather's hearty voice came from the balcony, with a slight smile.
The afternoon sun is at an angle, and on the yellowed wall, the clock is ticking...