This autumn, sometimes it is warm and sunny, sometimes it rains. Autumn is neither hot nor cold, and the temperature is just right. There will be a reasonable adjustment and combing in this sunshine and drizzle. The rhythm of time is something you can really touch in the course of every day. Time is like this. It is always wet by sunshine and rainy season, and then it condenses into dew in fragrance all the way. This autumn is an emissary, a journey of clouds, wind and rain, and it is responsible for writing it into the history of Shan Ye years.
The building where I live now was bought eight years ago. At that time, I was glad that there were two balconies, and one was specially set aside during the renovation. I want to plant some flowers and plants for myself in this small place, so that I can feel the change of seasons and green during my stay indoors. I just pity the flowers that have been with me for a short time, and many of them have died. Only that pot of chlorophytum has developed from one pot to several pots with its long-term growth.
The bed in the bedroom was brought from Dazhu 12 years ago. It is said that getting along with each other for a long time will inevitably lead to some emotional things. I changed my new bed, but I still feel a little unbearable when I lost it, but I finally found a family to "take in", and my heart will naturally be less worried.
Although there are some setbacks in planting flowers, in the warm autumn sun, I passed a mobile flower stall on the street and saw the smart appearance of those green leaves. The blooming delicate flowers seem to have nothing to do with this autumn, and the fragrance floats in my lifetime, which makes me miss spring and summer a little. Finally, I couldn't bear it. I bought a pot of longevity flowers and rich bamboo. In fact, where flowers have longevity, how can bamboo really be so rich? In fact, people, like flowers, always like to be happy and auspicious.
This big transparent floor-to-ceiling window in my bedroom is my favorite, accompanying me through the simple years. My eyes extend from the inside out, bearing my daily thoughts and my wings for the future life. Occasionally, I read a blog about the fate of outstanding female writers in different times. San Mao's words are warm and delicate, and his feelings really follow Jose; Zhang Ailing's intelligent and lovely words and lonely and sad twilight: Lin is pure and clear, but she loves clearly and calmly. In her floating life, her heart is beautiful and beautiful. She knows how to float in the world and how long it is. Although Bing Xin is not as beautiful as Lin, her poems, essays and novels are among the best among women writers in the Republic of China, and finally she spent a long life like a lotus flower and became a recognized century old man. Different times, different family backgrounds and different societies make their love and fate have different endings. Of course, no one can predict the length of life, no matter how excellent they were, but their fate has given us more thinking and cognition.
The temperature drops tonight. When the autumn rain slaps the rain outside the window, when the lights emit just the right hue, in such a different situation, my thoughts will always be locked in a memory fragment of the past, and I will also think of a warm scene in the sunny sky, or be moved to tears by a warm detail. Some things turn around forever, leaving behind permanent and precious memories, just like our hair. What white hair is not accumulated bit by bit by years? How scared are you? At least our life has gone through a long period of filtration and precipitation. We never compromise in the first half of our lives, and we have no regrets in the second half. The road we have traveled has a long aftertaste, and the road ahead will inject more courage into the snowy winter, just like the appreciation and writing of Mo Mei's ci. In our life, the blooming plum blossoms are just children in the world of mortals.
Wave goodbye to early autumn and enter late autumn. Life will enter another milestone, the future road, it is precious and loving, collect the beautiful sunshine every day, let the warmth illuminate our life with the background color.
Chapter two: lyric prose of scenery writing in high school.
Of all the scenery, rain is my favorite. You may feel strange, because when it comes to rain, you may think of gloomy sky, terrible thunder and people who are soaked to the skin. I like rain because I like the fun when it rains. One day in the summer vacation, I saw the biggest and most enjoyable rainstorm.
At about two o'clock in the afternoon, a thunderbolt flashed across the sky, followed by a strong wind and dark clouds rolling in. After a while, the heavy rain began to pour down. The shower is so violent that it can make the road smoke. The shower is so dense that people can get soaked as soon as they go out. Under this shower, the earth seems to be covered with a layer of white gauze. It sounds like a flash flood when it rains. This rain, like many naughty water drops dancing in the group dance, like many dark clouds crying, and like many people sprinkling water with flowers in the sky, is both joyful and spectacular.
Rain, the rain in the garden, flowers bow their heads like loads, and many crystal dewdrops are added to the grass, which is very lovely.
Rain moistens the land that has been dry for a long time, and the dying crops are full of joy, although their heads are low. They thought: great, finally someone came to save us. It's really' good rain knows the season, when summer happens'!
Rain, down to the roof, only see the flying smoke, high and low, thick and light, continuous ups and downs. The rainwater on the roof flowed down with the pipeline, forming a "rushing and noisy" river.
Rain falls on the tree. The tree held its head high, ready to be baptized by the storm. It seems to say, "let the storm come faster!" " "Look at those leaves, they are scrambling to suck the summer dew.
Rain, falling on the wire, raindrops are like neatly arranged notes on the staff, like water droplets rushing there, and like beads marching there. The heavier the rain, the more water drops, and the faster the landing speed will naturally be.
It's raining, it's raining in the city, some people are at home, complaining about the bad weather, and people on the road are even more uncomfortable. They were all wet and the traffic was blocked by heavy rain. In a word, heavy rain is a bad thing in the eyes of city people.
Rain, rain in rural areas, the reaction of rural people to rain is opposite to that of urban people-rural people like rain very much. When it rains, rural people's faces are filled with smiles, because heavy rain moistens crops and adds vitality to dying crops.
Rain, rain in nature, nature is full of vitality everywhere. ...
Xia Yu, you are not as hazy and poetic as Spring Rain. But you are irresistible, magnificent, and can also bring people a happy feeling. I like your summer rain.