I like the sunshine in winter, unfolding in the confused morning fog. I like peace and distance, I like the light and heat without noise. When people sit around the playground in the noon sun, the original and simple image always touches my heart deeply. ?
I like walking on the narrow mountain road in the spring breeze. Strawberries are like delicate red lanterns, tied diligently all the way. I like to look up at the sharp buds on the treetops. There is an innocent pink in the extremely tender yellow-green color-it seems to be ready to give something and show something at any time. That gentle and pragmatic behavior often teaches me some of the most beautiful truths in silence. ?
I like to see flat, shiny rice fields. Tiny seedlings are closely arranged together, like a fluffy blanket, woven from the feathers of many green birds. It always inspires me to lie on it. ?
I like the long days in summer, and I like to sit alone on the balcony on the hillside at windy dusk. The rice waves all over the mountains are surging, and the beautiful fragrant rice is tumbling. Slowly, the gorgeous clouds are washed away, and the soft evening stars are in place one by one. I like to watch this set. I like to sit in that comfortable box. ?
I like to see the reeds all over the mountain, and the sad white in the autumn wind. On the hillside, by the water, the beauty is so bleak. At that time, Liu told me that he got a poem in his dream: "The misty trees and reeds are all white." The artistic conception is beautiful, but it is plain and awkward. I want to make a quatrain, but I am reluctant to change it. I want to contact the ancient style, but I can't sing more sentences. So far, it's just a poem, a beautiful and isolated artistic conception. ?
I also like dreams, and I like the strange enjoyment in dreams. I always dream that I can fly over mountains and rivers. I always dream of strange colors and pleasant images. I dreamed of brown horses with shining manes flying in the wind. I dreamed that flocks of wild geese were resting on the beach grass. I dreamed of the Lotus Sea, which was completely boundless, showing off a vague scarlet at a distance-all this was something I had never seen before. I can't forget the dream of watching the sunrise in front of a purple mountain-it must not be purple, but emerald green against the rising red sun in Ran Ran, so I invented such a strange mountain scene in my dream. ?
Of course, I like mountains in real life, too. The long window in my office faces the mountains. Every time I sit by the window, I always sink into the green, a kind of unspeakable softness. In the distance, the white cross on the church spire stands tall in the transparent sunlight, holding up the blue sky high. ?
I also like flowers, no matter what kind, like thin autumn chrysanthemums, rich roses, lonely and clean lilies and long fragrance. I also like the little wild flowers that are unknown in the deep mountains. Cross, tree, star and sphere. I really believe that when God created thousands of flowers, he gave them the same honor. ?
I like another kind of flower, which blooms on people's smiling cheeks. When I was in an alley on a cold morning, I smiled and said, "Good morning!" " "I suddenly feel that the world is so kind, my fingers wearing leather gloves no longer feel stiff, and the air is full of goodwill. ?
When I get to the station and start waiting for the bus, I like to see middle school students with short hair and ears, in high spirits and as happy as birds. I like their beautiful broad and clear foreheads and lively and clear eyes. Every time I look at them, it always reminds me of myself and always feels like I am still one of them. Or simply full of fantasy, or so easily moved. ?
When I sit at the desk in the office, I like to have someone deliver the letters of the day for me. I like reading my friend's letters. Life without letters is unthinkable. I like reading letters from my brothers and sisters. Those innocent sentences always make me see the small town burning with phoenix flowers in the south again with tears in my eyes. I can't forget that summer when Fred sent me a fern leaf from the highest mountain. In such a hot summer climate, I suddenly felt sweet and refreshing. ?
I especially like letters from readers, although I may not have time to reply. Every time I read these letters, I always feel a special excitement. In this world, maybe someone has seen through me. Isn't that enough? I don't need to exist forever, I hope the truth I believe will exist forever. ?
I put the letters in many small boxes, and those cares and friendships are well preserved. ?
Besides letters, I also like reading some books, especially at night, under a light. I am not a very diligent person. I only like reading books about lyrics and songs. Sometimes it involves some Gu Zhuo's essays. Occasionally, I force myself to read some simple English books. I like the vivid changes in their writing. ?
After reading at night, I like to open the curtains and look at the sky, watching the stars like spring flowers in the garden. I prefer to watch the flickering lights in the distant mountains. It's so vague and quiet. Is there any night reading in it? ?
In books, I can't help liking those yellow thread-bound books. When I hold them, I feel that I hold a beautiful tradition, and the plain paper contains a kind of classical beauty. It naturally occurred to me that several people had taken it and several people had seen it. Maybe it's all in the past. The rise and fall of history and the iteration of characters are so illusory that only the wisdom in the book lasts forever. ?
I like sitting in the living room of Professor Wang's house, holding a thread-bound Kunqu score, in the soft light of the floor lamp. When he raised the old shiny brown flute to his lips, I began to sing softly with a straight face. Soft and bitter water mill whispers in the room, lonely and empty, like a pool of slightly forgiven Jiangnan spring water. My heart felt a helpless sadness in that ancient music. ?
That's how I like many old things. I got that little towel in the Father's Day composition contest of Children's Weekly when I was in the fourth grade of primary school. The corner of granite was broken when Xiaoman graduated from primary school. That doll is my most loyal childhood companion. The writing brush diary was written by the teacher at the age of seven. Those two candles were put in my cake by my classmates on my twentieth birthday ... I like these treasures so much that I often do nothing all night and immerse myself in many happy memories. ?
I like to look through old photos and see the little girl with big eyes and pigtails. I especially like the one sitting in the cradle, so sweet and carefree! I often think of what my mother said to me, "No matter what happens to you in the future, always remember that people still have a happy day." Yes, I am very proud. I had a happy time-not just for a while, I believe it was a long time in my life. ?
I like to check the old works one by one. If I see the shortcomings of my past works, I can't help being happy-I'm making progress! I won't stop! This is my happiest thing, I like progress! ?
I like beautiful trinkets, such as earrings, necklaces and brooches. So crystal clear, delicate and ingenious. They are all lying in a beautiful little basin, showing off different beauty. I like to look at them from time to time and put them on my body. ?
I just like this relaxed and leisurely life. I don't like precise time allocation and tight program arrangement. I like many things that are not practical, and I like enough meditation time.
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Author: September is cool | Recitation: Crescent Moon
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Walk alone
Crowded street
Look at those people who come and go in a hurry.
Everyone has an unknown past.
I like ...
Squint one's eyes
Look up at 45 degrees.
Look at the idle clouds.
My heart is full of the happiness I want.
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A window that stands by.
Look at the breeze, the rain and the beautiful land.
Knock on the door window of memory
Easily fold the heart lake
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Tongzishu
Whispering among the rickety old trees
Listen to it talk about those vicissitudes of life tree holes.
And the mottled past hidden inside
I like ...
Chasing the sun
Running in the golden fields in autumn
Look at the joy of jumping on the grass tips and treetops.
Rewrite the vein of leaves slowly
I like ...
Author: September is cool | Recitation: Crescent Moon
I like ...
Walk alone
Crowded street
Look at those people who come and go in a hurry.
Everyone has an unknown past.
I like ...
Squint one's eyes
Look up at 45 degrees.
Look at the idle clouds.
My heart is full of the happiness I want.
I like ...
A window that stands by.
Look at the breeze, the rain and the beautiful land.
Knock on the door window of memory
Easily fold the heart lake
I like ...
Tongzishu
Whispering among the rickety old trees
Listen to it talk about those vicissitudes of life tree holes.
And the mottled past hidden inside
I like ...
Chasing the sun
Running in the golden fields in autumn
Look at the joy of jumping on the grass tips and treetops.
Rewrite the vein of leaves slowly