In this way, lying in bed aimlessly, enjoying peace alone, life at this moment should have existed, what should have come has come, everything has a destiny, everything has a cause and effect, and everything has a source and a destination!
Ordinary is also a blessing! Plain days have a lot less distress and trouble. If life is so ordinary, I will choose to stick to it and stick to it.
Have you been arguing too long? Will noise make you forget to be moved and possessed? Why hasn't seen you for a long time? My sister-in-law who hasn't contacted for a long time has a phone call. There is only one sentence from the beginning to the end: "Swallow, today is your birthday!" Let your tears flow down!
The rain is ticking, who will bless you from the emotion and heart. The rain is ticking. Who is holding a purple umbrella alone in the rain? The road is long, Xiu Yuan is full of songs!
Essay on the back of the wild goose 2 In late autumn, the morning light was cold. I turned on the desk lamp and sat at my desk. The wind outside the window blew down trees and leaves. The green velvet lawn is covered with wet yellow leaves, one by one, countless, so many affectionate souls fall into the dust from the branches. If the phoenix tree is a bonsai, the green leaves will turn blue first, and the rehmannia will be peeled off from the branches bit by bit. In the cloudy sky, the branches are full of flowers. There is a smell.
With the deepening of autumn, people's tastes seem to reverse with the seasons. I dawdled in front of the computer for a long time, turned over the book and wrote a few lines in the blank that were destined to be deleted. I went to the kitchen to cook barley, glutinous rice porridge. The stove was on fire and the salted fish wrapped in frost was dragged out of the freezer of the refrigerator. Cut it up and fry it in hot oil. Stew the snow-white tofu in a casserole, drop the washed Flammulina velutipes and green garlic seedlings into the pot as usual, and simmer slowly with low heat. I stood in front of the stove, guarding the pot, and looked at a yellow phoenix tree downstairs, green as a leaf and yellow as a leaf. The smell of salted fish wafted with the smell of fresh vegetables and was heavily wrapped in the small kitchen. This is the smell buried in the depths of time, the smell of pickled fish and green garlic seedlings, and the smell of waiting for heavy snow around the fire in the main room. It's the smell of the moon in winter in my hometown. It's freezing, Chai Men dogs bark, and the vegetable bed is frosty.
Salty and fragrant preserved fish, purple rich vegetable moss, thick and boiling white rice porridge and cold rain in late autumn are suitable for drinking milk tea, golden black tea and steaming milk. On a cold rainy day, my heart is isolated from the world, just like an infant, wrapped in a quilt. I'm determined to be a snow-covered person and never go out when it snows. Don't go out until next spring.
Write late at night, go to the balcony, open the deep curtains and get some air. The frosty wind blew in waves and dragged through the pure blue night. It doesn't rain anymore, and the night wind blows through the sky. It was a brilliant starry sky, and the bright and cold moonlight filled the dome and the earth. In the east of the sky, there are two or three shining morning stars shining brightly. They told me it was dawn! It's almost dawn.
In the cold wind, there was a soft voice, and there were hurried steps passing by, and no one was seen. Or maybe the soul of a wanderer is on its way. This late autumn night seems to have a thousand years of old time. From the gap of time, a trace of that night was revealed, overlapping with tonight.
However, the long journey away from home makes people sad all the way. When I see the moon, I will miss my white-haired mother in class. On the night when the rain knocked on the window, the mood of insomnia was quite bleak. The road ahead is impassable. I have to say some warm suggestions and comforting words on the phone.
In the past, those seemingly beautiful and most dangerous things, such as Flower Demon, Fox Fairy, Du Liniang, Cui Yingying, Nie, etc., were always infatuated with each other in the course of life, and the sad and heartbroken things in the world were generally interpreted by them and themselves. Meeting is so beautiful, like a dream, and life is always on the road, every farewell is a promise, looking forward to meeting again. However, things are impermanent. On an oblique moon, the dawn of the morning is dim, and holding hands to say goodbye is actually a farewell that will never be seen again.
The first maple leaf in autumn is dyed red, and the vast geese in the sky fly south in the word "people". The road is long, and the cold mountain is flat. Along the way, there are red maple forests with fallen leaves, warm huts in the twilight and brightly lit cities. The joy of returning to the wild goose, the journey of life, lies in going out for a long trip. The frost and wind passed through a strange area, and the stars in the sky were dim. The morning light shines on the strange cold forest stream, and the wild chrysanthemum dyes my steps. Gui Yan wrote a line of words in the sky with her body, and made a poem and a word for no reason.
"Maodian crows on the moon, and people are full of Banqiao frost." ? Autumn in my hometown, the reed flowers in the estuary, the old house at night, the fire in the lantern, the light reflected by the paper on the window, every farewell place at dawn, and the road of struggle are full of prosperous poems and encounters. On the journey of life, we will have many fateful encounters. However, it seems that the hatred in the past life has finished a chapter, and this life will come again.
In the past, people who left their homes, homesickness and returning home were the eternal thoughts of wanderers, and the vegetation and water at home were full of affection, waiting for your return. The elders at home are also full of white hair at this time. Wearing an old cloth, my waist is bent and my back is hunched. You also need to warm your child and look forward to the full moon. People go out and go far away, probably to return home. This reciprocating process is a lifetime-busyness, worry, concern and futility.
The road home is quiet, no longer so stormy, all over the mountains, and all the stories are familiar and tacit. This way home, like the wind blowing leaves, like snowflakes quietly covering the earth.
The moonlight is like water tonight, and the gentle moonlight is hardly like the moonlight in the peninsula town. Moonlight swept away too many memories, you know, a person's memory is also long and wide, and the Milky Way is far away. We may appear on the future earth, just as we did in not fade away.
Especially tonight, a wild goose flew in the night sky, making a long chirp in the time of the big moon and drifting away. They fly on the dome covered with moonlight, fly over the moon and colorful clouds with their wings, and fly from north to south after dark mountains, Woods, silent Yuan Ye and buildings in the distance.
Time flies in my half-life mediocrity, and it also passes through the lingering dream I look back on tonight. Past events and old dreams are like running water, like reed flowers flying white. The footsteps of the soul left on the earth seem to be still on the way, and the sadness that is difficult to send away makes me sad.
A heavy snow is another blessing to Songzhou-snow will bring a good harvest. For Chinese children, it is a boon. Going out for a walk, making an appointment to turn white in an instant, walking in the snow in Xun Mei or having a snowy love are the most beautiful reasons to drive away loneliness and bid farewell to it!
After a long drought, the snow in Songzhou has been waiting for a long time. He took her by the hand that wanted to snow and gently shook off the snowflakes on her clothes and scarves. She wants to grab a handful of snow, playfully throw it at his hair, and then shout "Pulsatilla, Pulsatilla, forever". Mother and child want to make a snowman together. It also has long eyelashes, waterfall-like hair, a high nose and a red mouth, holding a smiling child. Where are the children? As long as I see snow, I will play a lively vent in another way anyway. At this moment, there must be their slapstick and chasing figures in the parks by the lake and the river, and there must be their shouts and madness!
A writer will want to write a beautiful article, a good poem and a good poem in a heavy snow. Just soak a pot of good wine and a pot of good tea around a stove and revel in yourself. I am not afraid of the arrival of this heavy snow and the white and pure writing mood it brings!
At the moment, I want to go out, I don't want to participate in the children's venting, I don't want to be infatuated with Xun Mei's stepping on snow, I don't want to have a snowball fight like a teenager's infatuation, and I don't want to make a fire and gossip at home as soon as possible.
Wrapped in thick clothes, I opened the door and left, just like every heavy snow when I was a child. Mr. Dumb always comes out to meet the snow, standing solemnly in the field without saying a word. That's why he was so silent at the moment when I could never write or draw. Are you lamenting the injustice of heaven? But why is he so happy after every time? Are you obsessed with your own destiny? But why is it always so calm? Working in the field is always harder than others, which has always been a problem I pondered and puzzled when I was a child!
With the growth of age, twenty years have passed, and things are human beings, and things are human beings! Over the years, too many people or things have hardened and enriched that heart. Those problems that we don't understand and think about are still there, but they gradually fade away. Only this heavy snow will come back to us. Perhaps this is Mr. Zhong's gratitude to heaven. Although the deaf-mute defect isolated himself from the sound, the good weather also made him well-fed after sweating hard on this land, so he loved this land even more! Or maybe he thinks he is a member of He Miao and enjoys happiness with them, but he can't rejoice with them, bathe with them in the grace of Xue Rui and greet this gift silently.
Now I am outside, looking for a quiet place, watching the snow fall in the fields, on the willow branches of Ana, and in the water of Iraq. I said nothing, I looked at the world made of powder and jade, patting the beauty of snow! I am out now. Even if there are no mountains or birds, a pair of unknown birds are chirping on the branches of the buttonwood tree for a while, hovering in the air in a low voice for a while, flying away in the distance for a while, and it is too late to press the shutter. I just asked in my mind, "will you come again next year?" At this moment when snowflakes are fluttering. "
Prose on the back of the wild goose 4 When the wild goose is on the back, the moon is full of the West Building. People in the world of mortals, stop and stop. Qian Shan, with thousands of waters, is close at hand. Fate comes and goes, and love comes and goes. The geese have gone without a trace, and the dragonfly has touched the water. The lush years are the curtain of dreams. Wake up, the fate is over. In the world, you will pass by.
Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn? Empty and sad. When Luo Qinghuan gently pushed open the door, the empty house was full of dust. Looking at all this quietly and thoughtfully, the reality seems to be a knife that deeply hurts her heart. She runs away, she panics, she is sad, she dreams, but she still lives in reality. She lives hard and won't let anyone disturb her seemingly peaceful life. She was careful not to touch her sensitive feelings. The fragile heart can't stand any wind and rain, because she wants a happy future and a stable life. However, the reality is not satisfactory. Only by experiencing some people and things more or less can we face life and unpredictable future calmly.
Just when I met him again, the silhouette of youth gradually became clear and blurred, and contradictory hearts ebbed and flowed. He took the kidney, but she took the heart. She forgot the desolation and disappointment of reality and felt as beautiful as when she was young. At that time, the distance was so far away, like the stars in the sky, far behind. Now, so close to him, you can see the outline of his five senses. Maybe meet again, just for the dust of youth. In that dreamlike day, in that poetic dreamlike season, a romantic heart is stirring quietly. See you again, like a dragonfly, rippling with a romantic heart. Like running water, it slowly tells the sadness of life. He is listening to the dream, and she is telling it. The truth is as simple and pure as boiled water, but he has really gone to the kidney, ignoring her fragile and sensitive heart. Maybe she has been looking for someone who can speak her mind again, and his timely appearance makes up for the gap in life. As she got closer, she said everything, clinging to this feeling like a fool and being absent-minded. She seems to be pushing herself into a dead end when the lonely Indus courtyard is locked in the clear autumn and the leaves of Indus fall. If others can't get in, she can't get out and live in her own world. Waiting for a spring that belongs to life. He has gradually become a pain in her heart. Sensibility and rationality are intertwined, and contradictions collide with reality. Since the knife mouth, why bother? Fate comes and goes like water, and love comes and goes like fire. Maybe the ending is the cause and effect of this fate. In the most beautiful years, an absurd encounter was staged, and the life of a young woman with true temperament was wonderful. Now that you are lost, let go! Really tired, very painful. Everyone was a passer-by in previous lives. People who pass by in a hurry in the world can always remember everyone who passes by in life.
I have a special taste in my heart if I don't stop cutting. I want to let go, why is there a kind of disappointment in my heart, why is it dull? Reluctant, WeChat, QQ refreshed over and over again, lost. People can't stand the test. Sensitive people can't catch every fate in life, because they really care, so they are always hurt. It's still messy when you cut it. Goodbye! Goodbye! Have a good life! Some people are always a dream. In dreams, they always dream of figures, and when they wake up, their eyes are wet with pillows. A curtain of dreams is shallow, and I don't know the way home when I am drunk. Wake up at the beginning of a dream. The appearance of some people may be an experience, a real life growth. Live like a hedgehog, afraid of getting hurt, but only stabbing others. A knife with a mouth and a heart, a duplicity is alive. Tired? Rest when you are tired, put it down when you are tired, live a simple life of your own calmly, and walk happily without losing a kind of beauty and perfection. The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. Like fallen leaves, like a lone wild goose flying south. A simple bag is her lifelong follower? I can't let go of my life and struggle to live. This trip to mountains and rivers, a trip to feelings, sensitive and affectionate, living in their own inner world. Run away ... afraid to face real life, afraid of injury, afraid of wind and rain. Perhaps the heart is really not mature enough, walking alone in the depths of the tangled soul. In the wind, in the rain, drifting away, through spring, summer, autumn and winter, through the flowers. Looking forward to the spring of life. If all wandering is an experience, I only pray that the years will be quiet and the world will be stable. Feel at ease and live calmly and calmly. Quietly finish this simple life, flat and light, like water slowly flowing out of flower of life.