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In the afternoon, there are several clouds floating in the blue sky, several Daishan mountains in the distance come into view, and there are several floating lights on the rippling river. In this quiet time, stroll through the park path, watch the flowers bloom and fall, watch the clouds roll and relax, keep a relaxed and happy mood in the depths of the years, and keep an indifferent attitude in the busy and prosperous like water. Let the cold air, a ray of sunshine sprinkled on the body, bathed in the warm sun belonging to one person in winter, and the chill vanished. In the shallow time, holding a book, in the warm sunshine, recalling the warm past and savoring the quiet years.
Qingqing Qingyun
Open the notebook, the blue cover can be seen at a glance: there is a pot of wild chrysanthemum on the pale desktop, growing tenaciously in front of the sunny window. There is a book on the table next to it. There is a flower on the book. Next to the flowers are headphones. This room is full of fragrance and beating notes, and the beautiful light blue picture is really beautiful and harmonious.
I have always liked Su Shi's "A piece of snow in the East Column makes life clearer", but I prefer Qingqing to Qingming, because it is not only the secret recipe of Qingming, but also the treasure of lost time and the prospect of a better life.
For me who is taken out of context, "Qingqing Qingyun" is also an elegant word! In the warm time, I hope we all have a "sunny" heart.
Snow shadow is like a dream
Open the floodgate of memory and the past will pour out.
In the cold winter, enjoying snow is a poetic thing. On the vast land, in the quiet night, the moon is thousands of miles away, and the shadows are heavy. Suddenly a cold wind came, and the catkins were illuminated by snow and the moon. Imagine, all this is really refreshing.
But I will never forget it. It was also in the cold winter, and it was a freezing snowy night. A big hand is holding a small hand, and a small person is carrying it with his back bent. In the bright moonlight, snowflakes hang all over the branches and fall on the face and shoulders. Granddaughter sighed, brushed the snowflake from grandma's head with her hand, and hugged her neck with her little hand. Their shadows are horizontal. It was a cold winter. The wind was cold and snowy, but there was no chill. Excuse me, how can this situation not make people feel warm? It was really touching. At that time, I asked for nothing.
Now, it's winter again, and it's still chilly, but grandma has rarely seen her granddaughter here. It's dark and windy in the month, so lonely and miserable! The scene of walking in the snow that night was like a dream, but what is the occasion today? At this moment, I think.
Someone told me that as long as there are memories and joy in my heart, happiness will still stir.
childhood memories
Pushing open the window of childhood, shells appeared in front of my eyes.
I remember in my hometown, it was a world of ice and snow in winter. We children like to step on rows of footprints in the snow, write our names in the snow and make snowmen in the snow. Say that finish, my hands are cold, but I still giggle. In that white land, a child, a Leng Xue, and a few high-pitched words are vivid.
I still remember that every winter, my friends and adults warm themselves by the fire and squat by it, but they don't change their original intentions. They picked up a snowball and hit someone. Finally, the yard went crazy, and we ran recklessly. In the snow, revel.
But I won't forget the day that year, I bullied that little girl named Wang, and she cried (because it was cool); One day that year, I insulted that woman named Jia; One day that year, I fell out with my sister Huang (in fact, I seldom call her sister); One day that year, I cried at the elder sister named Yao (alas); One day that year, I was angry with my eldest brother Huang (Whelan); One day that year, I met another watery girl named Wang. One day that year, I met a sister named Xie.
In the shallow time, relive the warmth and laughter again and again, and pick up that happiness.
In this fleeting time, take a break from busyness, listen to the sounds of nature and realize life.
In the quiet years, there is a touch of warm sunshine in my heart, which will be a clean place. I will open that notebook and record that a cold wind has struck, and the affection of my family and the friendship of my friends have warmed me.
Then, as safe as a song; Then, spring blossoms; that Wholehearted love;
Then, dye a season of fragrance to warm my mind.