The fresh moisture washes my dry eyes and lungs, and seems to linger in my body, just like a gurgling spring around the silent mountain. I can't help singing childhood songs, enjoying the sunrise and sunset leisurely, watching waterfowl fly and clouds roll.
Prepare hemp fiber and hat for the rainy season. Don't you think we can go fishing together? Find a clean grassland, sit cross-legged in the shade, capture a lake and blue waves, capture a pure time, capture a sparkling imagination, until you capture yourself as a landscape, or capture a line of poetry recited by others.
Otherwise, be a neighbor with those innocent flowers, so that you can carefully observe how butterflies spread their colorful wings and appreciate how bees make cheerful sounds.
When colorful colors leap into my field of vision, when charming fragrance seeps out of my breath, I feel that you are by my side, not far from me, only a turning distance.
At this time, I will be like a greedy child who walks into an ice cream shop. In your tolerant smile, I will hold every temptation tightly in front of me, pick up every gorgeous touch I want at will, and then pack it together, even if I take it back and seal it up, I don't want to wronged myself at this moment.
That's your colorful color, which dresses up my dream from time to time; That's your fragrant or elegant fragrance, which permeates the streamer skirts that pass by me again and again.
But I don't know why, I still occasionally think of winter and crystal snowflakes.
I think, if you put those delicate pieces on the pink petals, there will be some charm, and the color of oily oil will be as delicate as the red lips of a delicate little girl, which will make people feel the urge to kiss.
Oh, I remember. After the last snow in spring, I planted acacia like red beans. I uncovered the frozen soil in a corner of my heart, covered it with a suitable temperature, and then gently covered it with a charming seed.
Nowadays, that deep love has long been a strong germ and is growing into a romantic and pleasing touch.
The weather is changeable this year. Speaking of spring, I still don't feel a trace of spring information, but I feel chilly. I'm afraid of cold. The main reason may be my rheumatism. When others celebrate spring, I am still wearing winter clothes, for fear that I will get sick if I wear thin clothes. Seeing that it was early summer, some beautiful women in the street hurriedly put on spring clothes, and for a time, bright dresses danced in the street.
This year's summer clothes are more colorful than usual. Brilliant chrysanthemum yellow, delicate pink and bright green can be described as red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue and purple. In the colorful world, there are women who love beauty everywhere. As for clothes, 100 women feel that there is always a favorite dress missing from their wardrobe. Whenever the seasons change. Whenever this time, I will think of when I was a child, I was born in a difficult era, and my family life was always poor. Most of the clothes I wear were let me wear when my sister was young, but I don't feel bad about clothes. I am always happy to wear my sister's little clothes. Clean clothes seem to have the warm scent of my sister. Second sister is very beautiful and loves beauty. She/kloc-entered the factory at the age of 0/6, and even a very ordinary dress can wear a different charm. Besides, my second sister had a high rate of turning around at that time. Because of this, I put on the clothes given by my second sister and naturally felt a little confident. Perhaps, the love of beauty began at that time.
If spring is the beginning of hope, summer is the reappearance of passion. Summer has set up a magnificent stage for women who love beauty, replacing bloated winter clothes, taking off heavy spring clothes and putting on light and fluttering skirts to make women look beautiful and graceful. At this time, I suddenly remembered the image of the heroine that often appeared in Anne's novels: long black hair, straight flowing sea, pure white cotton coat, plain printed long skirt and a pair of red embroidered shoes, which revealed a nobleness in a low-key manner. No wonder retro is popular this year. It makes sense. Looking at the smiling women in the shopping mall, you will feel that the world is really beautiful. I also like to wear skirts, but I don't have a chance to wear them for physical reasons, but I always have all kinds of skirts I like hanging in my closet. I like watching it even if I don't wear it. It is a woman's nature to love beauty. Who says not? It is women who make the world full of vitality, colorful and endless.
Whenever night falls, nightlife really begins, and waves of beautiful songs come from the square in Dongjie Street, and they step on the songs and blend into the square dance crowd. I haven't danced for years. Twenty years ago, when my son was young, there was no place to dance in the county. My husband took me dancing in a mining area seven miles away. There is a union ballroom. At that time, we were all very young and especially liked dancing. But the children are young, and we have stopped dancing for many years. Now that the children have grown up, we have enough leisure time. Most of the people dancing in the square are middle-aged and elderly people. Watching them dance gracefully with cheerful music, what a soft picture. Cheerful music is soft, people's faces are soft, and light dance steps.
Summer is beautiful. ...
Summer is intoxicating ...
The whispers of summer are real. ......
Prose Whispering in Summer 3 One summer night, walking on the IN Avenue in the moonlight, the breezy evening breeze caressed my face, which was cool and comfortable, making people uneasy. Melodious music in the distance is full of romance at night. The mottled weeping willows are swaying with phantom ambiguous colors. The leisurely pace slowly moves away from the noisy center and enters the empty suburbs, surrounded by silence like water, and occasionally meets a pair of lovers who pass by hand, so intimate and enviable.
In this case, I looked up at the faint night sky and asked in my mind a thousand times: Why not us?
Memories, you and I met in that lonely and sad late autumn, and you came leisurely. Is it an agreement from a previous life?
You have brought me joy that has been silent for a long time and turned a colorful page in my life. At that moment, the flower of love has quietly opened in the depths of the world of mortals and is at the peak of life emotion. You are like a bright moon in Ran Ran, quiet and empty, and like a bright moonlight, you are everywhere in my heart. Lonely soul can no longer see the trace of sadness, I walk on the avenue covered with roses, and colorful flowers intoxicated my dream of this life.
Love is the immortal sun in the world, which shines with thousands of rays. You warmed my heart with deep affection, and let my wandering and confused feelings finally find a harbor to settle down. Your peaceful embrace made me forget the direction of my return trip.
Accustomed to it, it's as good as yours. I am familiar with it. Your fresh smell. I am no longer lonely and sad. With your journey, a happy life begins to set sail. Caring for each other and missing each other, the true feelings in life exude a lingering fragrance, and bit by bit, they are all turned into words at the fingertips, splashing ink.
A sad song leans against the fence and looks at loneliness forever.
How many times the residual lamp is exposed, when the morning light is pale, there is no need to frown and sigh.
Missing you is like a full moon, with a Qian Qian knot in my heart and endless thoughts about you.
Time flies like water. In a blink of an eye, we have stepped on the snow in winter, crossed the flowers in spring and ushered in the sun this summer. In this cool summer with trees, we fantasize about holding hands with you, strolling in such a quiet and hazy night, counting the stars and enjoying the moon like a spiritual practice.
The road with you is spreading silently in the secular world.
The sound of Xia Feng stroking the branches and leaves is still whispering in my ear, much like your affectionate call. Did you hear my whisper? If we hadn't met, I wouldn't have understood that there is such a you in this world-unforgettable and fascinating. If we never meet in life, I won't believe that there is someone who will never get tired of reading it, and there is someone who can fall in love at first sight!
Let's hold each other's hands! Just like these willows look at each other, in the summer night, I wave my light songs heartily, fill my roots with love and connect them closely!
You made me grow up. In your broad and warm arms, in your eager and attentive eyes, I can hear the sound of jointing, just like hearing the frequency of my own heartbeat. I feel that the longer the bone is, the more elastic it becomes.
You show unquestionable sincerity with gorgeous sunshine, and douse the breath that is about to be ignited in your thirsty throat with intermittent rain. Under the constant caress of your hands, my body and emotions are melting rapidly, like a chocolate ice cream, and I groan comfortably.
It is your happiness to do so. You always fill the empty cups in winter and give those who are dying a brilliant surprise.
These are your selfless gifts! I was surprised to find that I had a crystal tear in my hand.
When I hear the faint sound of the willow flute and suck the notes flashing in the air, I can't help singing softly and listening to the beat of my heart.
I just want to sing to myself, just want to sing to you who is not old.
I know, I'm not a singer yet, but I like to touch you with my songs. I try to make my voice sweeter and softer. Even if you use it to polish the nail polish made of impatiens, I will feel honored. As long as my singing can add color to you, I will be intoxicated and happy without warning.
I imagine my own songs lingering in your ears, like casual wind, blowing your hair, like blowing your graceful feelings. Only at this moment can I be regarded as close to you affectionately.
Summer whisper prose 6. I dreamed that a lotus boat glided from the depths of the lotus, with graceful figures, charming faces, plain skirts and rippling songs.
Is that my sister after singing with my brother? Beautiful and refined singing is so euphemistic, the sky is bluer, the clouds are whiter and the lakes and mountains are crisp and tender.
I just want to listen quietly, listening to your songs like a warm hand sticking out, combing my hairy thoughts, soothing my wrinkled mood, and lighting a red gauze lamp for me to sway against the evening breeze in the misty twilight. ...
I lost my voice. Your immature voice is like a spoon, stirring my dream like coffee, stirring up a refreshing astringent sweetness and unique faint fragrance.
Walking in the world of reinforced concrete, even if the sun is shining overhead, the invisible depression and boredom are hard to disperse. Although I live in my hometown-a small city, I still have a nostalgic feeling in my eyes from time to time.
I don't know where this inexplicable homesickness comes from. All I know is that it sometimes suffocates my heart like a glass of fragrant liquor, like a stranded boat. I don't know how long this homesickness will last. I only know that it sometimes entangles my vision like messy weeds, just like blocking a high-tide river.
Yes, if you are only in the room, even if you laugh loudly, you will still be disappointed in the expressionless wall opposite. It is better to laugh heartily, heartily and energetically in your lush fields. ...
If I have a rest, I will choose the seaside and customs related to the sea.
I want to lie on the golden beach, just like lying in a comfortable bed peacefully, accepting your gentle touch and the blue kiss of the sea breeze.
Snow-white waves beat against the shore like hypnotic harmony. I will be like a contented baby in this simple rhythm music, watching the shells picked up after the ebb tide and slowly closing my eyes.
Brilliant sunshine will slowly shine in from the shadow of coconut trees, dyeing my skin with a layer of bronze, as if leaving a commemorative mark after hugging; Flying seagulls will pass by the seaside, adding a vibrato to the leisurely situation, as if interpreting the relaxed scenery.
Red and green swimsuits are playing with red and green laughter in the red and green area, and the clear and refreshing picture is displayed in the clear and refreshing background. At this time, I will wander to the place where the sea meets the sky, just like starting a boat to leave a quiet harbor and crossing the sea as a tribute to the vastness.
I want to get together with my friends on the boundless prairie and recall the friendship in the artistic conception of "nothing happens, cattle and sheep are low"
We'd better choose a sunny morning, ride on horseback together, follow the footsteps of those who play with bows and arrows, find a vigorous posture, and chase the fierce glory.
We drank a bowl of mellow milk wine in the shepherd's white yurt, then sang those rough and ancient tunes, whipped the horses, and watched the dense grass flying behind us until our voices became hoarse until the end of the day. ...
In fact, in my memory, there are often fragments of Wan Li eagle hitting the sky, just as there are often dazzling lightning and thunderous thunder in your sky. I know, that's my occasional mood, just like the Jianghu where you won't be affected.
Perhaps, in the hot summer sun, watching the summer flowers bloom, watching the green covering the earth, watching the birds soaring in the sky, watching the stars flashing in the sky, each star contains a story, each star hides a mood, so many thoughts breed in my heart. Like layers of clouds, like a line, I always want to tidy it up, but I find that I have written a lot of whispers. Let this whisper be like a whisper, gentle as the breeze after the rain, slightly drunk and slightly cool, blowing a ray of coolness for this hot summer day!
I experienced a scene in the evening. After the thunder and lightning, the hot breath subsided a lot. The heat in early August was unbearable, and most people hid in air-conditioned rooms for the summer.
I know in my heart that many people who care about it cannot grasp it. Giving up has become the most common and beautiful mark in my life dictionary. I threw away my ring and learned to give up disappointment and hope. It turns out that many things, many people, give up and break their hearts, forming a hard scab and arming themselves with weakness. Everything is hidden between laughter, hiding your past, hiding your grievances.
I heard someone say that there are a lot of falsehoods on the Internet, QQ and WeChat. In fact, I have long found that many people have blocked me, some are classmates, some are colleagues, and some are only occasionally. However, when I hesitate to block this person like him, I always shout in my heart: Do you feel sad, should you let it go? Yes! I can't let others do their best, but it should be necessary for me to restrain myself. If I am unhappy, I can't impose this unhappiness on others. There are still many beautiful things in this world. I hope those who know me, cherish me, love me and care about me can see and hear my bright smile like summer flowers and my gentle and warm words like spring breeze.
Someone said to me: the classmates I haven't seen for decades make him feel fake, and the party between classmates is like showing off. I also know that. I don't usually go to such parties for fear of breaking my innocent memory. Not because of anything else, but because I feel that many things and ideas have changed for many years. I think it's better to be with someone I like. In other words, what you like and like yourself can be understood without explanation. You don't have to try to play yourself for those familiar strangers. I don't need to exaggerate my beauty or put it in a conspicuous place. If I know me, why should I try my best to open the screen? Why should I try to show off? Therefore, the students are not completely hypocritical. It's that everyone is not familiar with it for a long time, and then the childhood memories must be much thinner. People have been with you for several years or more than ten years, so there is so much time to be with others. If you say that you have deep feelings, do you think it is true that you meet day by day and face each other day by day? Tie him with that faint emotion, and impress him with the innocence of childhood, as if they were all fragile. However, there is no need to explain too much around friends who have been together for many years. It's easy to understand just one look and one sentence. Even if friends criticize you and accuse you, you feel sweet, because friends are unselfish, and friends will always be your most intimate warmth.
In fact, none of us can let go. Everyone cares about other people's vision and quality. I used to care about others' kindness to me and their likes and dislikes. Now, I feel happy to have friends, but I am happy to play alone without friends. In fact, happiness is only related to yourself. As long as your heart is warm to the sun, you can blossom in spring.
In fact, I also understand that I am deceiving myself. It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't get it, so I don't want to try my best to make myself and the people around me happy. I try to make myself warm, so that everyone who passes by me can feel happy. Laugh when you are hurt, and hide in the dark even if you cry. I'm not bright, how can I get warm? I'm not happy, how can I render laughter? Be yourself, and the rest, you don't have to spend too much effort.
In the evening, I accidentally saw a blind date column called "The Queen and the Beast". Everyone wore masks and spent many days together. Queens or princes will delete people they don't like. When the decision was made, the "beast" took off his mask and revealed his true colors. So, a handsome and beautiful face was displayed there, which made the queen regret her choice. It's like opening Pandora's box, hoping to find the perfect lover, only to find that everything is perfect.
So, I was lost in thought. Do we really care about his inner beauty? Still care about the external appearance? Just like those men and women who have never met on the Internet, they express their inner beauty in words on the Internet. Let the inner perfection attract another heart. As a result, the dialogue between heart and heart came into being, so love is like a wonderful poem, between the lines. Describe the beauty between poetry and painting.
However, these seem to live in nothingness and can't see the light. Once you break into reality, you begin to pay attention to the external appearance and the so-called conversation and family behind it. We are a species living in reality and experiencing the washing of reality. The intersection of nothingness is always a perfect building. Every heart is the hope of pursuing perfection. Therefore, when having a heart-to-heart talk, the Internet becomes the best cover. It turns out that the soul after shelling is the most attractive charm. However, we can't face the reality, we all go against our hearts and go to the prison woven by society. Because the world built by the heart can't survive in reality. We have too many responsibilities and burdens. Don't criticize others' hypocrisy too much. Life has honed us and made us hide the truth that we care most about. We don't live for ourselves, but also bear a heavy burden. If you really ignore it and only pursue your inner thoughts, the difficulties in the future will become inevitable.
So many people fall in love with the nothingness of the network and the heart-to-heart dialogue in the dark. However, it is clear to everyone that when the dawn spreads all over the earth and you wake up from sleep, you should pack your bags and do the most ordinary and tiring running. They gave these tired runs a perfect name, called "Struggle for the cause!" " As a result, the so-called professionalism has become a cry in the mouth. As a result, the beauty of the network was left behind by them, turned into disdain, turned into luxury, and became a dream after nightfall.
Cover your heart outside. What's the use of reading your mind? Total enemy but the impact of reality. Regret and regret will become side effects after a good time. Then, shout: "Go back to reality and be your truest self!" "
At night, I accompanied the jellyfish to make stars, while watching the jellyfish gradually weaken. Watching its glittering and translucent legs fall off. Then two o'clock, and then I can't hold on. When I woke up the next morning, I found that the jellyfish was dead and its shiny legs were scattered everywhere. I used to be bright and dark, and I didn't have the cuteness and gentleness when I was alive.
Many things, many people, many things, you know you can't stay, but you still insist foolishly, thinking that if you persist, you will get temporary eternity. No matter how much I love it, I can't keep the cycle of life and the laws of nature.
I know what I love, but I can't keep it. The feeling of mental exhaustion is quite profound. However, it is time to get used to these laws and understand them. I think it is best for others to break the original rules and get your own selfish love. Don't you know that the sea is the home of jellyfish? Although dangerous, free and free life is not allowed to be imprisoned.
I tried to keep jellyfish for a long time. So I went to the flower and bird market and asked, and the answer was: people can't raise a major, and I don't want to waste my effort. So I still refuse to admit what the professionals say, and I still buy sea salt, make my own sea water, then put in jellyfish, and then watch the jellyfish die and finally leave. This is the best retention. It looks like warm water, but it is actually a ruthless knife, which is the process of prompting jellyfish to die eventually.
The most beautiful, favorite and caring thing can't and shouldn't be kept, or it will make me feel incomparable sad to see its weakness.
Those tiny lives will still touch the softness in everyone's heart. They touched and saw every beautiful heart of it. However, this kind of beauty is too fragile, as fragile as porcelain, and it is broken without a trace in the most casual way. Thus, the so-called concern becomes destruction. So, if not, we can depict beauty from a distance.
The sky in August, washed away by the storm, was swept away by the hot air, and the sky was blue with a cool breeze. At night, I am at home at leisure and look up at the sky inadvertently from the window. The color of the sky is gorgeous and beautiful. The sun is shining, the clouds are rolling and the world is colorful. The beauty of the sky always touches my heart the most.
Changing clouds are like beautiful legends. Always write the most touching story when you least expect it. Take a good look at that cloud, and you will fall into the cloud world-like a dream in a fairy tale, like an illusion. Like a gorgeous childhood dream! Don't want to wake up However, in my writing room, this beauty soon disappeared. It turns out that everything that is too beautiful will rot. Cherish the present, miss the past, and freeze a permanent picture for the beautiful scenery. Inadvertently, looking up at the sky, the color of the sky is gorgeous and beautiful. The sun is shining, the clouds are rolling and the world is colorful.
The beauty of the sky always touches my heart the most. Changing clouds are like beautiful legends. Always write the most touching story when you least expect it. Take a good look at that cloud, and you will fall into the cloud world-like a dream in a fairy tale, like an illusion. Like a gorgeous childhood dream! Don't want to wake up However, in my writing room, this beauty soon disappeared. It turns out that everything that is too beautiful will rot. Cherish the present, miss the past, and freeze a permanent picture for the beautiful scenery.
I have been addicted to romantic dramas recently. I also like listening to songs about love in silent moments. Sigh and sigh in heartbreaking love. Perhaps, only separation is the theme of love, and only sadness and crying can show the charm of love. Taking Flowers as an example, Bai shoulders the responsibility of upholding justice, and is doomed to let flowers spend their whole lives interpreting the tragedy of love. This love is too heavy, and it needs to go through hardships to make a positive result. For the master, the love that needs a thousand bones and tears to get is really tempered in endless pain. This kind of love can only appear in the plot, otherwise, the sigh is empty all my life, love is empty, love is empty, there is nothing but love, and it is really a kind of blood loss.
And Sha Qianmo's love is like a song, which is heartbreaking. He is willing to pay his love, and at any time, he cares for Qian Qian's ten thousand bones. He doesn't care about good and evil and morality, he only pursues his own happiness. Love is love for no reason. Seemingly selfish, it depicts a seemingly simple person who is persistent in love. Love is that simple.
I like the oriental way of love best. Although his purpose is not pure, his concern is everywhere. He always said to Qian Gu at the most critical moment: "Don't be afraid, bones!" " ""bones, don't look! " "Bones, I will take you home! "It seems that all the difficulties in the world are always on the shoulders. How can such concern not make people cry? So profound, how can it not be fascinating? I may think this love belongs to the world and smells like fireworks. Perhaps, my understanding can't be shared by everyone. However, I am really infatuated with this kind of love with the smell of fireworks. There is no justice, there is no greatness, there is only ordinary mutual dependence and mutual support. The road of life is tortuous. If you are under the care of a love, you will suffer, work hard and be fearless. So, I fell in love with love and began to ponder the meaning of love. Everyone has different choices about love. Now I just want to have a lover, a pair of warm and powerful arms, and snuggle up to each other to spend the difficult years.