The sun roasts the earth like a steamer, the trees hang their heads, the grass bends, and rhubarb dog sticks out his tongue and gasps in the shade. The adults sweated and shook their fans, and the children were naked in the water.
Under the bodhi tree, it is cool and quiet; When flies and bees fly to the shade of trees, their songs seem to become particularly gentle; Oil-green grass, without any gold, is fresh and lovely, and looks flat without any fluctuation; The slender stems stand upright and do not tremble, as if they have lost their dreams; There are countless small yellow flowers hanging on the short branches of the bodhi tree. They are motionless as if they were dead. With each breath, the fragrance permeates the heart, and the heart can easily absorb the fragrance. Far away, on the other side of the river, until the horizon, everything is brilliant; From time to time, a breeze passes by, wrinkling Ye Ping and strengthening the light; A bright mist enveloped the whole field. Birds are silent. In the hot noon, birds never sing. However, the hehe sound of the weaver girl is everywhere. Listening to the warm singing of life makes people sit quietly in the quiet shadow and feel extremely happy; It makes people sleepy, but it also tempts deep fantasy dreams.
The inevitable heat in summer is really a headache, whether walking on a hot road or entering the shadow of trees and houses; Whether in the morning or at night, the heat of that summer is always with you, haunting you, which is really annoying.
Look at the air-conditioned cars on the main road. The ladies riding battery cars and motorcycles are wearing hats, gloves and long-sleeved T-shirts. People coming and going on the road are carrying umbrellas for fear of being tanned by the sun.
Looking down, I can't even see a figure in the community. I can only see many cars parked in the shade of trees on both sides of the road. Look around again, the windows of every household are closed and the curtains are pulled up. Look at the outdoor machine at the lower left of every household window! This shows that every household has air conditioning on, and everyone enjoys the cold air blown out by the air conditioner at home.
Looking up at the sky, I see the sky is blue, like a crystal clear sapphire.
The summer sky is like a child's face, and it changes as it changes. It's gray. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and suddenly, sand and stones flew and branches were scattered all over the floor. After a while, it began to rain. At first, raindrops were like a string of pearls. It turned into a downpour in a blink of an eye, and soon the sky was covered with endless rain curtains. Streets, roofs and corridors have become a world of rain. Raindrops hit the window with a splash, not a splash.
This is the summer scenery outside the window; Beautiful scenery, charming scenery.
The scenery outside the window seems to have a secluded path outside every window, just as I remember, so long, so far and endless. What never grows old is memory, which is always free from fireworks, and the persistence in memory will never change; The expectation in memory has already grown into a lush grass, spreading and growing wantonly. Every leaf contains my prayers and scattered youth. There is no appointment, and there is a casual heartbeat in time. In a trance, I returned to the ignorant years.
In the lush years of Seeds of Love, I secretly loved poor teenagers. Every time I secretly look at him from the window on his way to school, I quickly pity my schoolbag and pretend to meet him when I see him. I study hard and always hope to be perfect in front of him forever. He sat behind me, next to the front and back tables. At that time, I liked to collect all kinds of leaves and air-dry them as bookmarks in books. There are often beautiful leaves on my desk. He doesn't know where they come from. He is always childlike, and when he is on a whim, he quietly ties my braid to the desk. I stood up in a mess and attracted bursts of laughter from my classmates. Seeing my eyes full of tears, he announced loudly in a panic: "Not me, not me." I will write a small note quietly in the future: I'm sorry. His representative works, the story of the race between the tortoise and the hare, the image of grandma wolf, Snow White and the seven dwarfs, and the coats of hand-painted stories and pictures are often hung on my back for many years. At that time, boys and girls seldom spoke. In the silent years, my girl's innocent feelings were left, sweet and sad. I dare not say that I like to bear silently in my heart and grow up happily. I have quietly stored my love and likes, accumulated them in the years, and interpreted my perfect growth from cocoon to butterfly. Time flies and the seasons change. When I was young, I felt that my life would never be defeated. Bees and butterflies embrace each other, attracting the attention of thousands of people. How many wayward turns, how many trivial mistakes, let us slowly separate. Time passed all this gently, and later I realized that there were too many joys in life, and it was over before the curtain was opened; There is so much sadness in life that no one listens until they dry their tears. Those stories have stopped time and have already been fixed on that quiet path. The lingering sadness always makes me like to weave broken words in the silent night, choose carefully among a pile of fine words, pick up the rhyme I want and quietly spread it on a piece of paper. In that long monologue, I remembered the withered rose, read the vague love letter and counted the veins of the years alone. Every thread, every thread, is so pure and innocent. The sad and happy stories of fleeting time and the invitation of eternal life are all experiences of life growth, heavy and full, with a beautiful quiet aftertaste and real silent memories.
The wind and smoke curled up outside the window, and Sanskrit sounds around the shoulders. Everyone has a time in born to love, which is youth, surging, abundance and life. It touched the flowing clouds, kissed the breeze and was intoxicated. Unforgettable and unforgettable. It taught me to stick to a city persistently. Although my back standing day and night is slowly submerged in the dust, the true feelings of jointing will always drift with the wind. Refuse to be noisy and impetuous, stay away from disputes and injuries, be quiet, comfortable and calm. Get the feeling of life and the growth of mind, know how to run your own life as you please, and you don't need to attract others' eyes to enhance your self-confidence, let alone set off your life with words of appreciation from others. Happy-go-lucky, live free and easy, be grateful, and become a flower. May you and I at the ends of the earth be safe and warm.
On second thought, 30 years have passed, and the smoke from the kitchen outside the window has long since disappeared. The buildings in the distance are like women's dresses, which fully explain their own styles and customs. How many couples and children sit around the dining table and enjoy a delicious breakfast in the building without cooking smoke? A pair of unknown birds are singing euphemistically and happily in the distance. A pair of swallows flew in the air like arrows. On the road in the distance, an old man is leading a puppy. In the sports bar, puppies run around them happily. Sunshine bathes in joy and nourishes smiling wings. The breeze on the street corner quietly carries me, shuttling through every inch of time, colorful colors, thick ink paintings, mountains and rivers immersed in time, the times are advancing, and I am in it, feeling the vicissitudes of life and rapid development. When I opened my eyes, I bumped into the warm fragrance, which was the autumn wind swaying branches and fruits, rendering the hope of this era.
The path outside the window is full of fragrance, and the gentle Mufeng quietly stretches the scenery outside the window. It germinates quietly in spring, grows enthusiastically in summer and matures brilliantly in autumn. After the storm, the flowers are still in full bloom, stained with the coolness of autumn, and still refuse to leave, fragrant, beautiful and intoxicating. Easy harvest, easy grip. From then on, I calmly waved my sleeves and smiled warmly. Once a dream, once a pain, once a song, once a warm hug, floating with the memory, dancing in the season. The firm oath, suddenly looking back, is still engraved in the dim light. Through the Spring and Autumn Period, I left my gorgeous youth and elegant and calm middle age in the blue sky. I imagine a pair of warm eyes in the distance to accompany me through the Spring and Autumn Period, so that such a day will not be too lonely, let alone too lonely. Life is not easy, there are so many beautiful scenery not to enjoy, and so many people want me to accompany them slowly. And that unknown concern, quietly installed in cuffs, low eyebrows alone indulge in feelings.
The scenery outside the window in the morning, the first ray of sunshine illuminates every household through the window, and my small bedroom is naturally sunny, beautiful and warm. Open the window, take a deep breath, give the sky a smiling face, give the world a smiling face, the sun comes out, and it is another day.
Standing at the window and looking around, there is emerald everywhere. Green grass everywhere, reeds swaying gently in the breeze, bushes full of wild herons, like a three-dimensional pastoral picture, quietly displayed in front of my eyes. Looking east, you can clearly forget the sparkling waves on the lake and the international hotels reflected by the waves. Looking to the southwest, the newly-built customs building stands tall, showing its magnificence in the morning light. Many times, I just stood for a long time, intoxicated by the scenery outside the window.
The scenery outside the window is really good!
The sun is a big sight outside the window. In the morning, the morning sun rises slowly, giving people a fresh feeling, feeling that everything around them exudes the breath of youth. At noon, the sun is shining, the enthusiasm is full, and the hot temperature will always inspire people to forge ahead. In the evening, the sun sets, which makes people feel lost, but if there is no retreat of the sunset, how can we welcome the joy of sunrise! The warm feeling has always remained in my heart, so I stood for a long time, intoxicated by the scenery outside the window.
The scenery outside the window is really easy to find!
There are four different views outside the window. In spring, the grass on the lawn is not green yet, but several winter jasmine and apricot flowers are blooming. In summer, the sun shines on the leaves outside the window, reflecting a little dazzling light. Occasionally, the wind blows gently from the treetops, or passes quickly, and the whole treetops are moving, with bright spots flashing alternately. Occasionally I can see a few sparrows flying from one tree to another. The autumn and winter seen outside the window is naturally another scene of falling leaves and white clothes. Many times I just stand for a long time and silently look at the scenery outside.
Outside the window, it is always full of freshness.
The scenery outside the window is the cycle of four seasons, and spring, summer, autumn and winter are also the cycle of life in essence. Some people say: sow in spring, grow in summer, harvest in autumn and brew in winter. It is also said that spring is colorful, summer is warm and vigorous, autumn is quiet and calm, and winter is meaningful. Others describe it like this: spring is like a teenager, summer is like a teenager, autumn is like a middle-aged person, and winter is like an old man.
Some people like colorful spring, hot summer and thousands of miles of ice and snow in winter. I like autumn. She is crisp in autumn, beautiful and charming, and likes this golden season.
In autumn, through the window, I saw that the leaves of a big tree in the yard had turned into yellow butterflies, flying in the air with the wind. Suddenly, a strong wind blew and the hillside in the distance was bare.
The autumn sky is very quiet, there is no noise of clouds, only the sound of birds playing. Sometimes a wild goose crosses the sky, sometimes in the shape of a "human", and then in the shape of a "one".
The autumn sunset seems to be redder and brighter than other seasons. The fiery sunset shone like fire on the beard of the old man, the pigs in the pigsty were drunk, and the clouds in the sky were like beautiful and bright flowers. The setting sun reddened the faces of people working in the fields. Gradually, Grandpa Sun hid behind the mountain, and people finished their day's work.
The sound of crickets playing in the grass is even stronger. Smoke also comes from the chimneys of every household, and people who have been busy all day are busy eating dinner.
It's early in the autumn morning. It's just a little quieter than other seasons. Fog gradually increased, layer after layer, wrapped around the mountains, covered the village, and the world was hazy. It adds a lot of mystery and a little poetry to the autumn morning.
The flaming morning sun jumped over the horizon, and the farmer's uncle started a new day's work. Autumn is the harvest season, and all kinds of fruits are hung on the treetops. There is a smell in the air. Grapes cracked, sorghum turned red, and rice bent over with laughter.
Oh, autumn!
This season that makes me fall in love!
The scenery outside the window opens the window and the fresh air comes to my face. I saw a bunch of lavender, smelled the fragrance of the soil and heard the bustling sound in the community. There is also the rustling left by the wind girl after blowing through the leaves.
At the window, I saw two children playing their parents' games. Seeing their faces smiling more brightly than flowers, my interest came. So, I said to them at the window: Hey, you are smiling more brightly than flowers. Are you inviting flowers and plants to play with you?
I saw some old people playing chess, some sad, some happy and some holding their breath. I said something to the frowning grandfather at the window. Grandpa, frowning, knocked on his head and suddenly realized, and said to me, thank you, little girl. You really woke up the person of your dreams. I'll go back and tell grandpa that you're welcome. But, grandpa, stop moping. Do you want eyebrows to play chess for you? After listening to my words, they burst out laughing.
I also saw some children holding two cute puppies. Go to the grass and let them play. These two puppies, like police dogs, run forward when they hear their master's orders. But when the two puppies ran halfway, they ran into the road. As a result, a car flew over and knocked the puppy away. Afterwards, someone said: this puppy really deserves it. Some people say: the little owner of this family is crazy, and there is nothing to let the puppy run away. Others said: This owner is driving too fast. what are you going to do？ I think I will be born again, alas! Such a lovely puppy died like this.
Suddenly, it began to rain, and people ran home, even the owner of the puppy ran home. But the puppy lay there alone, sleeping forever.
Closing the window, I can't help thinking deeply. In today's increasingly happy life, can we also give small animals a happy home?
The scenery outside the window is raining and everything is so beautiful. The scenery outside the window is so warm that it has inadvertently entered my heart.
A solitary lamp
The rainy night came quietly, and a solitary lamp lit up the world. Slightly yellow lights, like my mother's loving eyes and warm words, make me feel like crying. My cold heart melted instantly, as if I had returned home and my mother's arms.
I don't know how long it has been, but I'm a little tired. Looking at that lonely lamp, I think of my hometown. Unconsciously, the loneliness and loneliness in different places have been rendered into infinite power by this lonely lamp.
Perhaps, this solitary lamp was sent to resolve homesickness!
Comfort in the dark A solitary lamp entered the heart. ...
A bright moon
Unconsciously, the rain stopped and a bright moonlight shot into the window.
Looking up at the bright moon, the game is so beautiful, the happy light illuminates the fragments, and the innocent smiling face of childhood emerges in front of my eyes. The childish song drifted away, as if it had happened yesterday. Mingyue, do you remember the past, too?
A bright moon brings not sadness, but happy and beautiful memories that linger for a long time.
With a bright moon-like mood, I wrote happy words, blue flowers bloomed on the square paper, and the night was not difficult. ...
A bright moon enters the heart outside the window. ...
a patch of blue sky
After the baptism of rain and the greeting of the bright moon, it is a brand-new day, not gloomy or sad, and a blue sky appears outside the window.
It wants to dedicate its great thoughts to people, and it wants to convey a blue mood to the world. Hope is not dim, success is not far away!
With the blessing of the blue sky, I set sail, and my ideal goal is ahead!
A blue sky outside the window came into my heart. ...
postscript
The scenery outside the window is so unique, perhaps because of poor observation, we lost the opportunity to enjoy it. Why not let the scenery outside the window come into our hearts?
The scenery outside the window is not necessarily beautiful, but there is a place where the soul belongs. The sky outside the window is not necessarily blue, but there must be something exciting. Open the window of the soul, enjoy the scenery, clear your mind and be suddenly enlightened.
Perhaps Dante was oppressed and tortured by barbaric religious forces in the society endowed by theocracy, and eventually he was exiled. Instead of sowing the seeds of despair, he made up his mind to eventually become the Divine Comedy, thus opening a new era of the Renaissance. Perhaps Copernicus struggled to challenge theocracy in the pursuit of truth, but he didn't flinch. After years of observation and calculation, he completed his masterpiece The Operation of the Celestial Sphere, thus establishing Heliocentrism, which changed the theory of human understanding of the world and himself.
From another angle, open the window of the soul, don't have a hole. The opening angle of the window is different, so is the view. Maybe it's the colorful world in vast expanse, or the lifeless grass and mud.
During the Warring States Period, Pang Juan, like Sun Bin, who studied under Guiguzi, was full of fierce fighting scenes of burning, killing and looting, so he cut off Sun Bin's kneecap. However, Sun Bin's opening his heart was a heroic feat of serving the country, so he designed the drama of "encircling Wei to save Zhao". Everything has two sides, everyone has beauty and ugliness. The key to beauty and ugliness is to look at where you are. Take "Proud as a Peacock" as an example: If you stand in front of the peacock when it slowly unfolds its colorful feathers, you will not only sincerely admire its beauty and magic, but also be unparalleled; If you are not careful in the triumphant rear, you will see that the furry feathers are dull, bare and even stained with feces. Perhaps this is the difference between Sun Bin and Pang Juan.
Close the window, you can't see the blue sky and free clouds outside the window, which limits your existence; Open the window, listen to the songs of birds, enjoy the dance of the wind and harvest the scenery.
Zhong Yong has his unique talent, but he is limited by this talent to be an ordinary person who is "indifferent to everyone". How many students gave up all the possibilities of the topic because of an answer in the textbook? Only when you open the window and look at the scenery outside, and no longer confine your eyes to books, topics and exams, can you get out of the restrictions and see many possibilities.
Maybe the scenery outside the window is not perfect, but there will always be something that makes people shine. Just keep a quiet mind, look at people and things outside the window indifferently, and look at the problem from another angle. Maybe a disturbing place will be solved.
Looking out of the window through the glass, so do the people outside the window, but we didn't expect it.
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Flap your delicate wings, bathe in the past sunshine, shake off the heat of that summer, and wear golden eyes. On the other side, it is still the homeland of the cold wind, filled with a faint fragrance. A familiar voice is calling, a gentle language haunts the dream soul, and a heavy commitment is settled on the bleak spiritual wasteland.
I often like to describe life as a trip or a road, and I still do so today.
Can you think of it? There are many quiet creatures in the world outside the glass window. Can you see it? They clung to the window. For more than ten years, I found them and saw the future.
Dandelion. freedom
Looking for dandelions through the sun, I saw their small bodies, wrapped in snow-white bags, flying all over the sky against the wind. Looking at them, I often wonder, what are they doing? All that can be left for me is the tidbits scattered all over the floor. I only think it is green and white. Later, I learned to pack their luggage, wondering, after all, why?
Later, I finally understood that they enjoyed the height of flying and the lightness of falling. Who can wander like them all their lives? Who can enjoy the embrace of green space and blue sky like them? Dandelion, just to find a happiness, a peace, a freedom.
Bitter coffee. Juewei duck neck
A beam of sunshine slipped through my sight and landed on a blank sheet of paper. The nib in my hand rustled and scattered the light. I stood up and lay prone on the windowsill with a cup of hot coffee in my hand. The sun shines on the green leaves of the branches, but it makes me soft all over. I put the cup to my mouth feebly, and slowly, there was a bitter taste in my mouth, only to find that I forgot to put sugar. As I complained, I put the sugar aside and put the cup to my mouth again. In fact, the pain is much lighter.
Later, when I recalled it, I found the first cup of bitter coffee unforgettable.
A flower is a world; This world is the world outside the window, the world outside the window of the soul. I am eager to pick up an ordinary and extraordinary pen in the dead of night, pour out my emotional waves in Tian Zi Square, and freeze my fragile mind and the world outside the window in poetry with distant thinking. I dream that my future can be as simple as dandelion. I also hope that I can have an unforgettable memory similar to bitter coffee in my life journey. Where there is a dream, there is hope. Where there is a dream, there is the courage to fly. Where there is bitterness, there is sweetness. When your dream comes true, you just need the freedom of taste and fly over and over again.
The blue sky once whispered in the ear of Baiyun, you are my favorite scenery, and the waves have slowly told the beach that you are my favorite scenery. I stand here looking back on the past and want to say to the scenery outside the window that you are my favorite scenery in my life.
The scenery outside the window I sat at the computer desk for a long time. I went to the window, opened the window, stretched myself, felt the autumn wind and looked at the scenery outside the window. It's beautiful.
You can see the flower bed in front of the window, full of Ao Shuang chrysanthemums standing upright and blooming in the wind. The strip petals in the middle of the chrysanthemum rolled inward like eagle claws, and the surrounding petals stretched outward, slightly bent and drooped, and poured down like a waterfall. The stems and leaves of chrysanthemum are dark green, the stems are upright and straight, and the leaves are evenly surrounded around the stems, like wearing a wavy skirt for chrysanthemum. There are many colors of chrysanthemums in the altar: red as fire, white as snow, yellow as gold, pink as rosy clouds, green as jade, and purple is more beautiful. Chrysanthemums of different shapes tremble in the wind, emitting a faint fragrance, which makes people feel relaxed and happy, lingering and bringing people into a fairy-tale world. Chrysanthemum has a beautiful appearance and a wide range of uses, but its strong will, Ao Shuang's character of fighting the cold and indomitable spirit make me praise it.
There is a gravel road outside the flower bed, and many maple trees are planted next to the gravel road. "The car sits in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February." This is the Maple Leaf written by Du Mu, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty. Autumn dyed the maple leaves as bright as blood. From a distance, the row of maple trees, like a burning flame, dyed the sky red. In the gentle breeze, the maple leaves swayed gently, whirled and danced like butterflies, and landed on the path, paving a thick layer of maple leaves for the earth.
It's raining, and the autumn rain hangs over the sky like layers of veils. It flutters like smoke and fog. Standing at the window, I seem to hear the autumn rain whispering something to people.
On the gravel road, the old people talked together, the children chased and played in the falling maple leaves, and their cheerful laughter spread far in the autumn wind. Couples are holding hands, snuggling up, walking in the autumn rain with the rustling sound of fallen leaves. It is a beautiful picture.
In my spare time, leaning against the window to enjoy this beautiful scenery can always make my mood return to calm and indifferent.