In the season when the grass grows and the warbler flies, the running water flows down and touches my feet. Looking back at her, the sunshine tilted gentleness and kindness on her wrinkled face, and her silvery white hair shone in the light. I flew over and made a splash. She smiled and waved and left. When I woke up, the memories and hallucinations in my dream made me cry.
The old man who left is my grandmother. Today, a year after he left me, the thoughts in my heart, like the memory of being alone with her, are as endless as spring water. Memory is the wind, lingering, always hovering in my mind.
It's very cold in winter mornings. Although the sun shines into the yard, it still can't melt the ice in the iron bucket. I was on the bench in the main room, waiting for my grandmother to put me in her hand. Six-year-old children's trust and dependence on grandma are deeply hidden in the mountains and seas. My grandmother is wearing a big dark gray cotton-padded jacket and lovingly touches my head. Her hands are big and thick, marked by hard life by time, but they are her pride and pride. Grandma kept her promise, put a red thread on my ear hole and held me in the palm of her hand from now on. When I am happy, she knows; When I was sad, she understood. A red line, holding, is my lifelong yearning and attachment to her.
How can so many memories be accommodated in one heart? Time goes by slowly, but memories are taking root. Childhood passed away, accompanied by a rough increase in grandma's age. I told her that you would live to be over 100. Grandma smiled, happy and satisfied. I punched her on the shoulder and waist when I said this. I'm growing up and she's getting old. In her hair, white hair presses black hair. I really want to unplug them. It seems that time will stop.
When the heavy study limited the number of times I visited her, I had no idea that it would make me regret my choice. I remember my grandmother was in good health. Although my grandmother has spent her whole life in fatigue and hardship, she will soon become a centenarian!
Man is not the master of time. Time paused for a second, and my brain went blank with her departure. Followed by countless memories.
My grandmother made shaved ice to reduce my fever; My grandmother said that I was her favorite child; My grandmother likes longan best; I told my grandmother that girls should stand on their own feet; My grandmother ... my grandmother, the only nurse in my life, left, leaving only memories.
After drying your tears, take time to perform your duties and dry your heart. However, memory grows tenaciously, even if it is run over by time, it will take root and sprout.
In an instant, memories take root, beautiful flowers bloom, and countless petals sway gently, bearing my thoughts. Time will not let the memory weather, but let it bloom.
Hua Liang kai an
There are always some memories buried deep in our hearts. Although time flies, they will not lose their color and fragrance, but will become more vivid under the washing of time and become wealth that warms our lives.
Memory is a kind of flower, which blooms with charming brilliance under the nourishment of time and running water.
I still remember that Li, a Han woman, married into Miao village and became the moon that lit up the Miao family.
In the diaojiao building where she lives, she tidied up the back of the loan in the dim light, and her posture of rushing to practice medicine in the cottage appeared in my memory again and again. The longer the time, the more moved I am. Her selflessness, dedication and persistence, like a rose, exudes the fragrance of great love and permeates the memory. The longer it takes, the stronger it becomes.
Memory is the fragrance of flowers, blown by the wind of time, drifting farther away.
I still remember the man named Wang Xueyuan in my memory, who resolutely stood up and uncovered the shady medical expenses. He is not afraid of losing his job, intimidation and revenge. He exposed the scandal and justice was done. His feat has given us a more transparent medical expense system today. His bravery, his sacrifice, he is like a pure lotus, emitting the fragrance of righteousness, which permeates the memory, and the longer it takes, the stronger it becomes.
Memory is a flower on both sides of the long river of time. Time not only failed to weather them, but also nourished them and made them more beautiful.
I still remember Wang Shunyou, who taught me to be dedicated. I still remember Chen Jian, who guarded my friend's grave for 30 years and taught me to keep my promise; I still remember that avalokitesvara with a thousand hands taught me to be unyielding. I still remember countless people who helped me in my life and taught me to love ... all flowers beside the long river of memory bathed me with fragrance. What they taught me has become the wealth of my life. They will not be weathered, but will spread to my heart with the wind and running water of time, infiltrate my whole body and benefit my life.
These memories that moved me and made me grow will never be weathered. On the contrary, they will bloom charming flowers on both sides of the long river of time and decorate my life.
Flowers bloom on both sides of the strait, and memories last forever.
Red is "interest-free" and blue is "interest-bearing"
Life is colorful. "Live without rest" is an inspiring red color, which makes people strut; "Living with rest" is the blue color in people's minds, which makes people relaxed and comfortable.
"There are birds in the southern port. What kind of bird is it if you don't fly or sing? " "Birds can't fly, but they can fly to the sky. Although they don't sing, their songs will be ugly. " The unintentional conversation between Cheng Gongjia and King Jingzhuang revealed the true meaning of "having a rest". The allusion of "blockbuster" tells people with indisputable facts that only "interests" can better create the future and realize the value of life.
"The road is long, Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down." Qu Yuan's words were mixed with the wind of history, blowing through my ears. "Living without interest" is a persistent spirit of exploration and an indomitable strong belief. In fact, "living interesting" and "living boring" are just people's different views on life.
"Living without interest" is a positive outlook on life. With great perseverance and courage, there are well-known historical sayings such as "Qu Yuan was exiled, but endowed with Li Sao, blindness, loss of Mandarin, and Han Fei imprisoned Qin, saying that he was lonely and angry". With "no interest in life", there will be Sandu Fu written ten years ago after the left-leaning thought was closed, Historical Records written by Tai Shigong with humiliation, and the historical story of Zhong You still dancing with him, which will also have the clank pride and immortal fighting spirit of countless China literati. "Quiet residence" is a kind of chic enough. Zhu Gekongming, who sang "Song of Fu Liang" in Nanyang, hid her whole body's brilliance and spent time waiting for her "blockbuster". Therefore, he succeeded, with "Longzhong's three strategies", inheriting the same three points with Shu Han. Accompanied by it, there are Tao Qian, Wang Wei who cares about landscapes, Li Bai who is open-minded and bold, and Lin Hejing whose wife is a crane ... Literati in history have expressed their understanding of "living with interest" in their own ways. For a country, the relationship between "living interesting" and "living boring" can be better reflected.
When the country is in troubled times, there is laissez-faire rule of "sharing interest with the people"; When the country is rich and the people are strong, there will be an endless scene of prosperity.
China is standing in front of the world with the attitude of the Oriental Dragon, and the Chinese nation is facing a great rejuvenation. Nowadays, people in China should struggle in their posts with the attitude of "no benefit but no early arrival", and the state should have the policy of "no early arrival" to build a harmonious society internally and create a harmonious world externally. Let the Chinese nation take off quickly.
In the choice of "born without profit" and "born with advantage", history shows such a true meaning: only those who handle the relationship between them can be called real great wisdom, and only a country that handles the relationship between them can realize the rise of the nation.
The lingering fragrance in the wind
The glorious Tang dynasty has long passed, but poetry has been flowing in people's hearts for thousands of years; The ancient Greek city-state has long since declined, but the spark of freedom and democracy has still spread and burned in deeper and wider land for thousands of years.
David, a Jew, engraved a sentence on the ring, "Everything will pass". Yes, nothing can last forever, and the most magnificent buildings will eventually turn into a handful of broken soil in the historical dust, but the thoughts and beauty we create will become the lingering fragrance in the historical dust after their carriers and bodies are annihilated, and will never disappear.
When Zuo Guangdou was killed by Wei Zhongxian, he had his throat bone ground into powder and drank it with Wei Zhongxian. Even the throat bone was completely broken, and Wei Zhongxian was completely relieved. So, how should you write and suggest? He didn't know that he was drinking a lifetime of fear. The pride of Lindong party member is immortal, and their souls have become the eternal nightmare of the wicked, as well as the eternal tragic masterpiece of history.
Yes, nothing will pass. The past of form indicates the eternity of connotation.
Now, in this era of rapidly changing scenery around you, have you ever smelled the lingering fragrance in the wind? Gu Long once said that where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Where there is life, there is inheritance and heritage. There are so many people who feel that the intangible cultural heritage has not been lost, so they urgently want to rebuild and carry forward it. There is nothing wrong with this, but there are many cultures, and with the passage of history, it has long been difficult to sit on the brilliant top spot in today's world. Their position should be a wisp of fragrance in the wind, a bonsai of people's spiritual home, which nourishes our feelings quietly. Those forgetfulness are inevitable. Traditional aesthetic or superstitious customs have never dissipated around us. We just want to change back to a vigorous commemorative form, and we will feel [feel] their passing posture.
And everything can be, and it is worth being the lingering fragrance in the wind. The dialectic between death and stay is the most sensible consideration of nature and history. When the surface gradually melts with the wind and sand, the inner core is slowly revealing its essence. The hourglass left by the passage of time can let us see the true value of a thing clearly. Dunhuang in the northwest, once flying completely and clearly, is just a mural to those who painted it; Today, although it is dry and full of holes, it can better bear the weight of history. The real masterpiece must have been baptized by the wind and frost of history, and then some of it passed away, but it left more truth and beauty.
In our time, do we want future generations to look back and find such an immortal spirit? Then let the bubble of literature and the packaging of the market fade away. They will only run away with the wind.
A new artist organized an unforgettable exhibition of paintings. A friend saw a painting and asked me whether it was a traditional painting style or a post-modern painting style. I looked at the photo, and it was warm.
At that moment, I seemed to smell the lingering fragrance in the wind.
To have a special liking for [something]/[somebody]
It is often a moment to love someone or admire someone.
A special moment is a century.
Eternity in an instant, like the bright moon in the sky, soft halo can absorb your soul. Singer Vae made a fortune on the Internet. From the beginning of obscurity to the present. Along the way, he gave people a sense of sureness and peace. Of course, the most valuable thing is his emotional experience with Angie. I can't help thinking of Li in the late Ming Dynasty, the peach blossom fan she carried with her. Ruan Dacheng, the minister of the Ministry of War, held a grudge and separated her from Hou Fangyu, so a court official married her, so she jumped from the brothel and blood dripped on the paper fan. The paper fan is decorated by people and becomes a peach blossom fan. At this point, Fan never left his body, and it was time to miss Houlang again. Shi Mao said: "Women are anxious and can't get rid of it." It's really lucky that the waves are affectionate, and so is Vae.
Vae, a man, wrote such a poem tenderly, "The fireworks in March in Jiangnan laughed and played with the beauty of youth." Fireworks in March, by the Slender West Lake, I watched red medicine and cut a few strands of hair. Li gave it to. At the last moment of her life, she cut off her waist hair as a token, hoping that her lover would cherish it all her life. If this is a bit sad, then Cui Hu, who is also a peach blossom theme, is much luckier. The story of Chengnan Village is almost a household name, so the peach blossom behind the spring breeze is still smiling? In fact, the woman went out at that time, and when she came back, she fell ill when she saw a poem on the door. Cui Hu estimated that she was lovesick, so she "went back to look for it" and saw the woman lying in the hospital bed, dying. Luckily, she arrived in time. Later, his father was overjoyed and promised his daughter. Pass it on as a story. You see, this kind of love at first sight has a special liking. Is this obsession in tune with Vae?
Of course, there is also a wit like water that has to be mentioned. He is Nalan Rong Ruo of Northland, and he is considered to be a gifted scholar most similar to Wye. Rong Ruo's words are so shallow that I dare not say anything. But his love story is exactly the same as that of Vae and Angie. In view of Vae's own reasons, this matter cannot be verified, except that Vae still loves this girl deeply. Rong Ruo liked his cousin since he was a child, but she was recruited into the palace, so she disguised herself as a monk and risked being beheaded to see her ... After Rong Ruo got married, life should have been happy, but his wife died only three years later. Later, I met Shen Wan, a talented woman in Jiangnan, but she was sentimental and unhappy since ancient times. After many twists and turns, how can she live? Rong Ruo's life has come to an end.
Since ancient times, people have been sentimental, river of no return. The scenery in the north is good, Nalan has gone home, and his relationship is unfinished. Zhu Hua's Cao Zijian is famous all over the world, but Zhen Fei doesn't know it. Song, red rain is pouring memories. How can memory dive? Your beautiful eyes flow in my heart as before. When you feel it, the flowers will also splash tears and the sky will be old. Your love and loyalty to love make us have a special liking for a moment. Your songs haunt our hearts, and we will have a special liking for a century.