1. "Spring" by Zhu Ziqing
Looking forward, looking forward, the east wind is coming, and spring is approaching. Everything looked like he had just woken up, and Xinxinran opened his eyes. The mountains are moist, the water is growing, and the sun is blushing. The grass secretly emerged from the soil, tender and green. In the garden and in the fields, you can see that there are large areas full of them.
Sit, lie down, roll a few times, kick a few balls, race a few times, play hide-and-seek a few times. The wind is gentle and the grass is soft. Peach trees, apricot trees, and pear trees, if you don't let me, I won't let you, they are all full of flowers. The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like clouds, and the white ones are like snow. There is a sweetness in the flowers. When you close your eyes, the trees seem to be full of peaches, apricots and pears.
Thousands of bees were buzzing under the flowers, and butterflies of all sizes were flying around. Wild flowers are everywhere: various kinds, with names and without names, scattered among the flowers, like eyes, like stars, and they are blinking. "The willow wind does not blow cold on your face", good, like a mother's hand caressing you.
The wind brings the smell of newly turned soil, mixed with the smell of grass, and the fragrance of various flowers, all brewing in the slightly moist air. The birds settled their nests among the flowers and leaves, became happy, and showed off their clear throats to their friends, singing melodious songs that matched the gentle breeze and flowing water. The piccolo played by the shepherd boy on the cow's back was also ringing loudly all day long.
2. "Falling Leaves" by Jia Pingwa
Outside the window, there is a French paulownia tree, which is not big in appearance. In spring days it is covered with leaves. The green at the base of the branches is darker, and the green at the tips of the branches is lighter. Although they grow in alternating rows, each one is different from the other, and their postures are also different. When there is no wind, it looks plump, delicate and dignified. In the slanting wind from morning to night, the leaves come alive. Against the backdrop of the sky, you can see the dull green veins on the back of the leaves, like countless colorful butterflies falling there, dancing gracefully; and like a young woman, graceful. Gracefully, make a charming smile.
I often sit in the window and look at it, feeling gentle and beautiful. I am even very jealous of the couple of birds living in the branches. They stop and sing under the leaves. Do they bring the joy of green to the plant, or does the joy of green give them the beauty of their songs?
Fa Tong’s joy has been extended for a whole summer. I always thought that the leaves full of longing must grow up like cattail fans, but in late autumn, the leaves no longer grow, but fall one by one. Fatong became thinner and shabby. It became naked except for some jagged bones. Moreover, they were all stiff and no longer soft and graceful. When I folded them with my hands, they broke off one by one.
I thought this was cruel, so I went to pick up a fallen leaf under the tree and keep it as a memory of the past. Thinking: Poor Fatong, who gave you life and allowed you to grow on the land like this? Since I gave you this green joy, why do you have to take it away piece by piece?
In the spring of the next year, the plant will be covered with leaves again, whether they are light green or dark green. I took out the fallen leaves that I had collected over the years and compared them with these new leaves. The outlines of the leaves were the same. Oh, leaves, do you know each other? Do you know that this one is a substitute for that one? Perhaps it grows up from the eye of a petiole. The withered ones were once so leisurely and joyful, and the joyful ones will wither away silently.
However, they are not sad, they must be happy when they are happy; that's all, the French paulownia actually grows bigger every year, growing past the window sill and flush with the eaves!
I suddenly woke up and felt that my past laments were unnecessary and very childish. It turns out that the growth of Fatong is not only the movement of green life, but also the verification of a philosophical proposition: joy comes and joy returns. This is the content of joy in the world; all things in the world are seeking this content, and Each completes its existence.
So I admired the French paulownia tree very much and blessed it: it sheds its old leaves every year, and in this way it longs for new life in the coming year, so that it does not stagnate, does not age, and its goal grows in the space of heaven and earth. Become a useful person.
3. Ba Jin's "Sunrise on the Sea?"
In order to watch the sunrise, I often get up early. It was still dark at that time, and the surroundings were very deserted. There was only the sound of machinery on the ship.
The sky is still light blue, very light in color. In the blink of an eye, a red glow appeared on the horizon, slowly expanding its scope and strengthening its brightness. I knew the sun was about to rise from the sky, so I stared there intently.
Sure enough, after a while, half of the sun's face appeared in that place. It was really red, but there was no light. The sun slowly worked its way up step by step, as if it was carrying a heavy load. In the end, it finally broke through the clouds and completely jumped out of the sea. Its color was very cute. In an instant, this dark red round thing suddenly emitted a dazzling light that made people's eyes hurt, and the clouds next to it suddenly became radiant.
Sometimes the sun walks into the clouds, but its light shines down from the clouds and directly onto the water. At this time, it was not easy to tell which was the water and which was the sky, because I only saw a bright light.
Sometimes there are dark clouds in the sky, and the clouds are very thick. When the sun comes out, the human eye cannot see it. However, the sun's rays radiating in the black clouds passed through the black clouds and set a luminous golden edge on the black clouds.
Later, the sun slowly broke out of the encirclement and appeared in the sky, even dyeing the black clouds purple or red. At this time, it was not only the sun, clouds and sea water that shone brightly, but also myself.
4. "The Beginning of the Valley" by Lin Qingxuan
A troubled woman came to me and said that she was worried about her child's homework.
I said: "The child should worry about his own homework!"
She said: "Mr. Lin, you don't know, my child got 40th place in the exam." But there are only forty students in their class."
I said jokingly: "If I were you, I would be very happy!"
"Why?"
"Because if you think about it, from today on, your child will never regress. He will never fall to the 41st place!" I said.
The woman smiled after hearing this.
I continued: "This is like climbing a mountain. Your child is now a person at the bottom of the valley. The only way is to go up. As long as you stop worrying, encourage him, and walk with him, he will I will definitely come out."
Not long after, the woman called me and thanked me. As expected, her child's grades continued to improve.
I think that what is most easily overlooked is that the lowest point of the valley is the starting point of the mountain. Many people who enter the valley cannot come out because they stop their feet and squat in the valley. Trouble and crying.
5. Shi Tiesheng's "Autumn Memories"
After my legs were paralyzed, my temper became violent and unpredictable. Looking at the formation of wild geese returning to the north in the sky, I would suddenly smash the glass in front of me; listening to Li Guyi's sweet singing, I would slam the things on hand against the surrounding walls. My mother hid quietly and listened to my movements secretly where I couldn't see her. When everything returned to silence, she came in quietly again, looking at me with red eyes.
"I heard that the flowers in Beihai are all blooming. I will push you for a walk." She always said this. My mother likes flowers, but since my legs became paralyzed, all the flowers she served have died. "No, I won't go!" I beat these two hateful legs fiercely and shouted, "How can I live!" My mother rushed over and grabbed my hand, holding back her cry and said, "My mother, We two are together, working hard, working hard?"
But I never knew that her illness had reached that stage. Later, my sister told me that her liver often hurt so much that she tossed and turned all night long and couldn't sleep.
That day I sat alone in the house again, watching the leaves outside the window falling "swish". Mother came in and blocked the window: "The chrysanthemums are blooming in Beihai. I'll push you to see them." There was a pleading look on her haggard face. "When?" "Tomorrow if you want?" she said. My answer already made her overjoyed.
"Okay, just tomorrow." I said. She was so happy that she sat down and stood up for a while: "Then hurry up and get ready." "Oh, are you bothered? It's just a few steps away, there's nothing to prepare!" She also smiled, sitting next to me, Xu Xu He babbled: "After seeing the chrysanthemums, let's go to Fangshan. You loved to eat pea yellow there the most when you were a child. Do you remember that time I took you to Beihai? You said that the poplar flowers were caterpillars. Run away." Come on, crush one with your foot?"
She suddenly stopped talking. She is more sensitive than me to words like "run" and "step on." She went out quietly again. She went out and never came back. When the neighbors carried her into the car, she was still vomiting blood. I had no idea she was so sick. Watching the tricycle go away, I never imagined that it would be an eternal farewell.
When the neighbor’s young man carried me to see her, she was breathing hard, as if she had lived a difficult life. Someone told me that her last words before she fell into coma were: "My sick son and my underage daughter?"
It was autumn again, and my sister pushed me to see the chrysanthemums in Beihai. . The yellow flowers are elegant, the white flowers are noble, and the purple flowers are warm and deep, splashing and blooming in the autumn wind. I understood what my mother had not finished saying. My sister understands too.
When we are together, do we have to work hard?