As the sun sets, the earth is bathed in the afterglow of rosy clouds, people walk in the streets in twos and threes, and the evening breeze slowly blows the fragrance of flowers and trees, which makes people relaxed and happy, and makes people see the sun and shine.
The wind blew away my troubles all day, and I couldn't help singing softly. At this moment, what I am given is not pain and sadness, but an artistic sadness. This kind of sadness is not a feeling of sadness, but an unparalleled tragic mood. When you look west, the flame like molten gold gradually turns from gorgeous to dull, and at that moment, a warm feeling will gush out from your heart.
A crimson sunset glow shone on the western hills, and large white clouds floated in the blue sky. They are flaming purples in the sunset. If you look carefully, you will see clouds flying in the air, just like in a veiled dream, which will keep you away from troubles.
I walked comfortably on the playground of the campus, and my steps were so light and slow that I didn't seem to want to disturb this intoxicating evening.
I've been tired all day. At this time, I looked west and saw the setting sun holding the top of the mountain. The setting sun was like blood and clouds were like fire, coating the campus, Woods, rivers, villages and mountains with a soft layer of carmine, surrounded by a faint golden light.
The fish in the pond return to the deep, and the smoke from the kitchen calls for the children to go hand in hand. The light sound of the sunset kissing the earth separates the day from the night. As a result, those tired birds who devoted themselves to the forest, like poems burned by poets, came back with the blood of the sunset. ...
A refreshing night wind came to my face, as if all the troubles and fatigue were ignored, and every nervous nerve in my body was gradually relieved; On the river wrinkled by the wind, there are layers of ripples, reflecting the deep red light, like a river of red agate, shining brightly; The small bamboo forest in the distance glows with green light, the bamboo leaves are gently shaken in the breeze, and the wind blows the rustling sound of leaves, like singing a beautiful song; The wind in the sky is chasing, teasing and tearing at the clouds.
Looking down, a small river-Xiaobeijiang, the hue of bamboo and the glow of sunset glow add a quiet atmosphere to Xiaobeijiang, and the graceful image of bamboo and the magnificent glow of sunset glow make Xiaobeijiang more cordial in people's hearts; Several small fishing boats came home and drew sparkling water lines on the river.
Sometimes birds fly in mid-air, and sometimes I can hear the crisp and melodious chirping of magpies. At this time, I just woke up from the dusk dream.
The sun went down and the burning sunset gradually dimmed.
In a blink of an eye, the last sunset in the western world has melted into the twilight, and the sky is gradually getting dark. The surrounding mountains show an indigo outline, the twilight is getting thicker and the earth is in chaos.
This is like the ending of a symphony, which is beautiful, but gradually turns into silence, causing endless feelings in people's hearts, paving a layer of touching poetry for the evening on campus: "Lonely smoke in the desert, the long river sets the yen" is its unparalleled majestic momentum; "A setting sun is spreading in the water, and half the river is rustling and half the river is red" is its mature charm; "Love on earth is too late" highlights its tranquility ...
Gradually, gradually, the night came, and the intoxicating dusk still appeared in my mind. The beautiful and charming scenery deeply attracted me: my sight, my spirit, my thoughts ... were immersed in this indescribable "dusk map", and I also fell into this inexplicable feeling.
I am reluctant to go, with heavy steps, and quietly left the boundary of this dusk. ...
Lotus pond moonlight Zhu Ziqing
I'm very upset these days. Sitting in the yard enjoying the cool tonight, I suddenly remembered the lotus pond I walked through every day. It should look different under the light of this full moon. The moon rises gradually, and the children's laughter on the road outside the wall can no longer be heard; My wife is patting and skipping in the room, humming a sleeping song in a daze. I slipped on a big shirt and ran out the door.
Along the lotus pond, there is a winding little cinder road. This is a secluded road; Few people walk during the day, and it is lonely at night. Around the lotus pond, there are many trees and lush. On one side of the road, there are some willows and some trees with unknown names. On a moonless night, the road is gloomy and a little scary. It's fine tonight, although the moonlight is still very weak.
I was the only one on the road, walking around with my hands behind my back. This world seems to be mine; I also like to go beyond my usual self and go to another world. I love excitement and peace; Like to live in groups, like to be alone. Just like tonight, under this boundless moon, a person thinks about everything and thinks nothing, and feels like a free person. What must be done and said during the day can be ignored now. This is the beauty of being alone, and I will enjoy the boundless moonlight with lotus fragrance.
On the winding lotus pond, I look forward to the leaves of Tian Tian. The leaves are high out of the water, like an elegant dancer's skirt. Layers of leaves are dotted with some white flowers, some of which bloom gracefully and some are in bud shyly; Like a pearl, like a star in the blue sky, like a beauty who just took a bath. The breeze blew, sending wisps of fragrance, like a faint song on a tall building in the distance. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, passing through the lotus pond in an instant. The leaves are close side by side, so there are clear wave marks. Below the leaves is flowing water, which is covered and can't see some colors; Leaves are more exposed to the wind.
Moonlight, like running water, falls quietly on this leaf and flower. A thin layer of blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk; Like a dream in a sarong. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine; But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and nap is unique. Moonlight shines through the trees, and the bushes at the height cast uneven and mottled shadows, which are as steep as ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows seem to be painted on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven; But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played in the Vatican.
Around the lotus pond, there are trees far and near, and willows are the most. These trees surround a lotus pond; Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. An example of the color of trees is cloudy, which at first glance looks like a cloud of smoke; But the abundance of willows can be recognized in the smoke. There are distant mountains on the treetops, just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking through the cracks in the tree. What is listless is the eyes of those who are sleepy. At this time, the most lively are cicadas in the tree and frogs in the water; But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.
I suddenly remembered the matter of picking lotus. Lotus picking is an ancient custom in the south of the Yangtze River. It seems to have a long history, but it flourished in the Six Dynasties. You can get a rough idea from this poem. Lotus pickers are teenage girls, swinging boats and singing bright songs. Needless to say, there are many lotus pickers. It was a lively season and a romantic season. Emperor Liang Yuan put it well in "Lotus Picking Fu":
So the demon is a virgin, and she wants to boat; The snipe makes a first promise and passes the feather cup; I can move, algae can hang, boats can move and sail. Erqi slim waist bundle element, Yan Gubu; After long summer, in late spring, leaves are tender and flowers are early. I'm afraid of touching the petticoats and laughing, and I'm afraid of leaning over the boat and getting together.
It can be seen that there were wandering scenes at that time. This is really interesting, but unfortunately we are not happy now.
Then I remembered the words in Song of Xizhou:
Lotus is picked in autumn in Nantang, and the lotus is over the head; With his head down, he fiddled with the lotus seeds in the water, which were as green as the lake. If there are lotus pickers tonight, the lotus here will be considered "over the top"; You can't just see some shadows of running water. This makes me really miss Jiangnan. -think like this, suddenly look up and feel that it is already your own door; Gently pushed the door in, there was no sound, and my wife had slept for a long time.
If I were a snowflake
There are many beautiful things in the world, real, false and imaginary. If it were me, I would rather be a snowflake that nobody cares about. Because I have a new understanding of snow.
If I were a snowflake, I would be a hexagon, like a beautiful flower. I don't know any skillful craftsman who polished white jade so verve. I really should thank the masterpieces of nature. We are flying all over the sky, like catkins in spring. I saw us appear in various ways on that branch, some like cotton balls, some like fluffy shiny silver flowers. On the road, we formed a jade belt, which extended to the distance. Ah! How beautifully the world is decorated by us.
If I were a snowflake. I will rush into the children's hands with my companions, or fall to the ground to form a snow blanket. Naughty children stepped on us, leaving delicate little footprints on us, in rows and columns. How cute! Some children crumpled us up and threw them at the opposite children. As soon as we touched the children's shirts, they broke like glass on the floor. Not to be outdone, the injured children grabbed us and went to heaven. Oh! Another person was "shot", and soon, we hung up the children's playfulness and couldn't stop.
If I were a snowflake. I will float to the sleeping field and form a thick quilt with my companions to shelter the wheat seedlings in the field from the wind and rain. There is a good saying: cover three more quilts this year and sleep in steamed bread next year. This means that if it snows this year, there will be a bumper harvest of wheat next year. People also gave us a nice name: Xue Rui. As long as it snows here in winter, the farmer's uncle will laugh at bundles of wheat next year! When Miss Spring arrives, the earth will wake up slowly, and we will gradually melt into water in the warm spring. But the first sip of water that the thirsty earth drank was made of our snow, and the first sip of water that flowed into the stream was also made of our snow.
I really want to be a snowflake, because it always dedicates itself silently. Although it will eventually melt and will not be praised by others, it still falls to the earth persistently and never stops every winter. I love snowflake, its exquisite appearance, its obscurity and selfless dedication.
The arrival of autumn is bleak. However, walking on a deserted road and listening to the sound of the wind blowing through my hair made me feel scared for the first time. Looking up at the sky, watching the falling leaves helplessly, I suddenly felt my nose sour.
That feeling, I named him memory. Sometimes, memories are beautiful, just like leaves belong to trees, and sometimes, memories are silent, just like leaves belong to the wind.
Why are the leaves silent? Because of the wind. ...
Why do leaves fall? Because it hurts. ...
Leaves leave because of the injury of the tree, and the wind is the healer of the wound.
However, the leaves are very simple, and they have not been comforted by the wind until the end.
But the wind is still persistent and he doesn't want to give up.
There is always only one person in assists' heart. Even if he hurts her, he won't change.
The wind is silent, and he will wait forever, just like a leaf.
Everyone has his own sky in his heart ~! No one can get in and no one can get out.
Just as leaves will stay there forever, the wind will chase them forever.
The wind is silent, silent and shadowless, but it always guards and has no luxury.
Ye sleepless, do not hate, do not complain. She doesn't expect it, but she always fantasizes.
It's only one year before I go to Qiu Lai in summer.
The only moment of heartbreak and tears.
Therefore, Ye doesn't want to live without laughter. She wants to leave.
Clouds and fog disperse, and the wind lifts the leaves and scatters them.
Time and again, the wind wants to save the broken leaves ~! But the leaf will never let go of the days when there are trees, even though she thinks she can forget them.
Without a tree, the leaves are like without everything. Let the wind take her to fly. Wherever she goes, she is free and ethereal.
The leaves are unintentional, the wind is sad, and the leaves are drifting away.
Trees are heartless, leaves fall, and sorrow is melodious.
The wind is soft and strong, and I just want the leaves to be hurt by centrifugal force, so that the treetops can keep missing and missing.
Ye Yang just wants to remember that the tree is letting the wind fall.
Heartbroken, heartbroken, the wind dispersed, no ripples.
Tears fell, and the wind and waves were urgent. I looked at the tree and panicked, and there was nowhere to tell.
The wind condenses and the wind is sad, and the leaves are disheartened. Ups and downs of leaves, broken dreams, and deserted fragments flying. ...
Wu Ye looked at the tree with broken leaves without tears. The winds that come and go, the dreams that blow, just shake away the sadness.
The heart of the wind died, the leaves fell, and the trees were heartless. What is hope and what is dream? !
After a while, the wind blew the leaves off, and the wind said, fly gently, the leaves belong to the earth, and the leaves are blown by the wind, and the cycle is endless. ......
I like leaves best. What about you?
Spring has come, the earth wakes up and flowers are in full bloom, but I like green leaves best.
Leaves can be seen everywhere, on flowers, on branches, on the ground ... the shadows of leaves can be seen everywhere. Leaves, such ordinary things, have extraordinary uses. You use flowers as ties to make them more beautiful; You are also very useful to plants. You are equivalent to the respiratory system of plants. Leaves also have the greatest ability to carry out photosynthesis, breathing in carbon dioxide, but spitting out fresh air. Although you have done this, you are still unknown.
With the coming of summer, there are more leaves on the trees. When the ruthless sun scorched the earth, you held up a parasol for people and sheltered them from the wind and rain under your shade, but people still forgot you, but you were not sad about it. Because you always have an idea in your heart: human nature is good. But do you know that some people are insatiable? They cut down trees for their own selfish interests and pollute the environment.
In autumn, your faces have changed. Some blush, like drinking a lot of red wine and getting drunk; Some people have indigestion and sallow complexion, and even people are thinner than yellow flowers and can't afford to fall to the ground. Although the others are green, they have lost their usual vitality. Autumn can be watched, but when people admire it, they still don't raise their proud heads.
In winter, you all fall down and put beautiful clothes on the ground. When your life is about to disappear, turn it into spring mud to protect flowers and fertilizer for trees, and still do not forget to make the final contribution to mankind.
Ye Zi, although people have forgotten you, you still beautify everything around you in obscurity. Ye, I love you!
I like leaves best. What about you? -P.S.
leaf
From this spring to now, I have inadvertently observed Ye's life.
Spring seems to be Ye's childhood. In this blooming season, the leaves quietly show their green faces. On the branches of various trees, there are tiny leaves everywhere. Although the leaves are small, they also add a lot of vitality to spring.
Later, Ye gradually grew up. In hot summer, leaves are like a big green umbrella, which blocks the burning sunshine and provides people with a shelter from the wind and bites. Although leaves are not as bright and beautiful as flowers and cold-resistant as pines and cypresses, people still love them. Just like Ye's middle age.
Then, cool autumn came. At this time, Ye's old age arrived. Harrison became yellow and haggard. Some leaves come to the end of their lives and are mercilessly blown off the trunk by the wind, flying in the air like yellow butterflies, and then falling to the ground. Some were trampled by people, some were made into leaves by children, and some were collected and processed into good fertilizer for crop growth. ...
In this way, Ye silently dedicated his life. Spring makes spring full of vitality; In summer, give people shelter from the wind and rain and prevent mosquito bites; In autumn, Ye gave his life selflessly. ...
Students, what do you want to do when you see how Ye spent his life?