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fallen leaves
I saw the fallen leaves again.
It is not unusual to see fallen leaves, but it is in spring, spring in April! What you see most in spring is flowers and willows in full bloom in the spring breeze, not leaves flying and wandering in the air like butterflies. I looked at the fallen leaves on the ground. There are three different colors: emerald green, golden yellow and fiery red. It can be said that there are many colors. This year seems different from previous years. There are many fallen leaves in spring. Almost every tree will have a fallen leaf lying there quietly waiting for the cleaner to clean it up.
There are more leaves in some places. In a park near my home, there are piles of fallen leaves scattered on the slate road, and few people come to clean it. Once, I came here after school and stepped on the fallen leaves without moisture, making a rustling sound, as if the leaves were broken. But if you are careful, you will find that none of the fallen leaves here are broken.
There are many kinds of fallen leaves, which can be divided into four seasons: spring, summer, autumn and winter. According to the tree, it can be divided into pear leaves, peach leaves, camphor leaves and other leaves with different shapes; According to color, it can be divided into red, green and yellow.
Everyone knows that fallen leaves are the messengers of autumn. In autumn, there will be many fallen leaves falling like fairies, but in spring, there will also be many fallen leaves. In fact, every season will have fallen leaves, including in the cold winter, evergreen camphor trees will also have fallen leaves.
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Poetic night rain
In my early years, in order to learn to write ancient poems, I bought a thread-bound version of "Poetry Rhyme", a ***6-volume letter with a small font and a lot of content. Besides looking up the rhyme of poems, it also classifies all kinds of objects, scenery and artistic conception, and collects relevant poems of past dynasties to become a quite complete dictionary of poems. In the past, when a scholar wanted to write a poem in an emergency, he always had to look it up and make sure, and he could quickly concoct several poems. But there is no doubt that the poem written in this way is not worth reading. Only when you don't have the task of writing poems, it will be interesting to look at China's various collections of poems with the same name.
Looking through it, the name "Rain at Night" appeared, and most of the poems there were readable. Since it is night, all colors have faded, and all colorful words have lost their effectiveness; It's raining again, and the space is tight, so no feat or lofty sentiments can be spread, and poetry can't help but move towards simplicity, itself and emotion. Li Shangyin's famous "Notes to Northern Friends on a Rainy Night" is a model.
Just listening to the rain outside the window at night, I will be full of poetry. Speaking of beauty, there is no beauty. The road outside the house is muddy and difficult to walk, the flowers in the yard are scattered all over the floor, and the night travelers are soaked to the skin. But it is in this case that you will feel that the usual secular noise is temporarily submerged, leaving only the tranquility unified by the rain and the loneliness blocked by the rain. Everyone quietly returned to their seats and sat silently surrounded by rain curtains. Everything outside has become imagination, and imagination in rainy nights is always particularly focused and far away.
The rain at night slowly deprives people of their vitality, so the imagination in the rain at night is particularly sensitive and timid. This timidity is mixed with a certain sense of security and condenses into a warm self-enjoyment and expectation in a small world. Chatting with family around the stove on rainy nights, almost never bickering; Concentrate on studying in the rain at night, and your body and mind will be burned abnormally; Miss your friends on a rainy night, and you will miss writing a letter immediately; Writing in the rain at night will make the words moist and meaningful.
It's best to imagine fighting the rich on a rainy night. The dim light shines on the dense rain feet, the glass windows are cold and cold, and the heat emitted from you is a fog. There are few things you can see, but it seems that you can see far away. The wind is not strong, and a gentle burst immediately turns into a gradual rain. The ripples in the river are denser and the mud on the road is thicker. At this moment, nothing will interfere with the laissez-faire between her. You scrape the fog off the window with your warm fingers and see countless crystal raindrops outside the window. The new fog appeared again. You still row, row, row with your fingers, and finally row to the name you miss.
Rain at night is the enemy of travel.
Not because I can't walk at night, nor because I don't have rain boots and an umbrella. Rainy nights will make travelers homesick and deep in thought. The rain at night will make travelers look forward to comfort and suddenly realize that they are in a distant and lonely situation, feeling sorry for themselves, which constitutes the fetters of Wan Li's lofty sentiments.
It's not rapids or mountains, but the rain at night, which makes countless travelers suddenly regret and give up halfway. I don't know how Fa Xian, Xuan Zang, Zheng He, Jian Zhen and Xu Xiake felt after another rain. In my opinion, their strongest will is to rush out of the rain curtain.
As a useless person, I often hide in a country hotel on rainy nights and take out a map to examine it carefully. Looking back at the thousands of miles that have passed, I am thinking of countless rivers and mountains under the cover of the rain at night. I often lose sleep on such nights. In order to get rid of this futile laziness, I always invite a few strangers to chat for a long time on rainy nights.
However, what really brought me back to my mood was not this conversation at all, but the sunny morning the next day. In the morning after the rain, a flood of stimulants hit, making people almost forget last night; I can't forget it completely, leaving a shadow, indifferent and gloomy, adding a trace of melancholy.
In the journey of life, the charm of the rain at night can also be deeply explored.
I believe that time and time again, the rain at night watered my daughter-in-law's outstanding ambition, touched Ping Zeng's manic heart, stopped the explosive struggle, and shattered the dangerous plot. Of course, the rain at night also folded the magnificent macro picture, bravely marched and burned feelings.
I wonder if historians have checked how many rainy nights with dark clouds have quietly changed the pace of China's history. General Shu Mei died, the counselor humiliated himself, the king calmed down, the hero calmed down, the chivalrous man stopped, the drums stopped, the horse returned to the trough, the sword was drawn, the memorial was interrupted, the imperial edict was withdrawn, the ship broke down, the alcohol subsided, the carnival disappeared, the breathing stopped evenly and the mind was calm.
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Plant flowers on the beach
A friend is a luxury: don't say snobbery, you are not a friend. True friends know each other, but it's easy to know each other. If you want to open people's hearts, you must first open your own. If you want to hold people's hearts in your heart, you must put them in first. This mutual cycle of sincerity or true temperament is a friend's secret and a friend's happiness. But this means that your inner strength is enough, and your spiritual activity is excessive. You can open it at any time and flow out at any time, like a spring in a mountain, into a ditch that can accommodate your sympathy; Sometimes you have to take risks, you have to spend money, you have to fight between rocks and grass, and you have to find your own way patiently. It was hard, painful and exhausting at that time. It's possible now, before your heart, as agile as water and as sympathetic as water, finds peace and joy.
This is why I say that friends are extravagant and "knowing each other" is precious, but I want to exchange my true blood for it and fight for it. So I dare not speak easily, because I know my sources are limited, and I am very cautious, and I have the fear of bankruptcy from time to time; I can't just "spend" the day before yesterday. Some children invited me to talk to you. Their sincerity persuaded me and forced me to do it, but the children were embarrassed to say it. What can I give you?
I want to tell you something about children first, because you are all children. But what about me? It seems that I was a child yesterday, but I don't know how I changed today. If it is not a little lively innocence, but innocence like a bud in the soil, what is that child? Cold weather and hard soil inhibit its vitality-who will ask for a warm spring breeze now?