Candle has a heart, so it can cry and inject sparkling light waves into the world; Willow has a heart, so it can bow its head and meditate, and it can bring sober green to the sleeping earth. Flowers have a heart, so they can float out the fragrance of youth in the sun.
When yellow autumn leaves are swaying in the wind, late autumn floats outside the school gate. In the moonlight, my father's shadow is very long, and my skinny father is wrapped in a huge windbreaker, and my heart is sour.
I once thought that a helpless cry and a memorandum were all the vicissitudes of the world; A small setback and a memo are all failures in life. When I was fourteen, I told me ...
The moonlight is quiet. Raindrops pattered on the hut. In the dim light, mother sewed the homeless clothes tightly. Suddenly, a cold wind squeezed into the window gap of the hut. My mother seemed to have caught a cold and coughed a few times with deep tiredness. I woke up in my dream and stared at my old mother under the lamp. ...
At night, the spring breeze blows gently. I sat on the colorful steps with my chin cupped, and another unforgettable thing came to my mind.
Still life is the beauty of solidification, and moving scenery is the beauty of flow; Straight lines are smooth beauty, while curves are euphemistic beauty; A noisy city is a prosperous beauty, and a quiet country is an elegant beauty. There is beauty everywhere in life, as long as you have a pair of eyes to find beauty and a heart to feel beauty.
There is such a voice, which will make you feel that it is a gentle call in your ear and the voice is very low; There is such a voice that will get rid of your fatigue and bring you back to the past memories; There is such a voice, which will bring you a shock and move your heart.
Love is on the left, sympathy is on the right, walking on both sides of life, sowing seeds at any time, flowering at any time, decorating this long journey with fragrant flowers, so that pedestrians who wear branches and brush leaves do not feel pain, but they are not sad.
In the moonlight, I scooped up the clearest cup; After sunset, I hold a wisp of the warmest; Burning red leaves, I picked up the hottest one; I picked a bunch of the most colorful herbs; Long life, I want to pick the heaviest thing in the world-love.
In winter, riding the autumn wind is not as colorful as spring, as rich and beautiful as summer, and as fruitful as autumn. When it comes to winter, many people will think of its cold and depression. Actually, it's not. This is the characteristic of winter.
After the storm, it will be the color of Tianshui where seagulls swim; Out of the thorns, the road ahead is covered with flowers; When you climb to the top of the mountain, there is a misty sky under your feet. In this world, a star falls, the starry sky cannot be dimmed, a flower withers, and the whole spring cannot be deserted.