When I walked, I dispersed, and my memories faded. When the wind blows through the clouds, the shadows will fade, and the sunset will be exhausted against the mountains, and the sky will be dark.
A flower is tired of blooming, and spring is full of resentment and sorrow. The birds disappeared and the morning was in chaos.
Long braids are scattered, youth is faded, feet are tired of jumping, and eyes are black;
The two were bored and angry, and the end of the road was gone, and their steps were out of order.
Is scattered, light, tired, dark,
Even if the grass is green, the season has changed;
Who's upset and complaining, who's gone and who's messed up?
Whose promise doesn't count, whose love has changed?
The seas run dry and the rocks crumble, the earth does not turn, the protagonist has changed, and I am used to listening to love stories.
When I walked, I dispersed, and my memory faded. Looking at it makes me tired and the stars dim.
I was tired of listening to it, and began to complain. When I turned around, I found that you were gone, and suddenly I was very confused.
2. Feng
Why is heaven and earth so complicated that the wind should be confined in the middle? Hard things block it, and soft things hold it. No matter how hard it blows; I can't escape from heaven and earth after blowing through the mountains that cover the sun, the free and easy forest that fills the air, and the vast ocean. Still for this reason, the wind can't be calm for a lifetime, just like human feelings.
Perhaps the calmest wind is the breeze. Sure enough, the wind is still not calm, but a storm is brewing. On a steaming summer day, the wind lowered the sky by half, and the small leaves at the top of the tree hung heavily. The wind doesn't move at all, but how can it be calm? The power of the wind can already be felt in advance, like a crouching beast, if it doesn't sleep, it will jump far. Only the breeze is the calmest, and nothing can stop it: leaves are stirred by it, willows bend down along it, flowers and plants pitch with it, doors and windows let it in and out, light clouds float with it, water is snuggled by it, and it gently rubs.
With the coolness in the morning and evening, the warmth and coldness of the four seasons, a breeze, just like that distant and light emotion, makes the world emerge with different colors of sadness and joy. Sometimes a gust of wind is so light, so happy and so naughty. Sometimes with a touch of sadness, sometimes with a touch of tenderness; Sometimes comfortable, sometimes desolate. Who says heaven and earth are heartless? It just smiles and sighs, and only the restrained wind blows. Because once you relax, heaven and earth can't hold on.
If the water on both sides of a stream is too tightly bound, it only needs to flow, flow and flow to the sea, then there is no boundary and freedom. The wind, unless it is tied tightly, can't get rid of it. Relax and let it blow harder; The branch stopped, and a stone and a grass at the foot stretched out their arms sideways to stop it. The window is too small and the door is too narrow to squeeze in. The wall covers it and the house covers it. But can wind energy solve this problem?
Sand and stones can also be taken away. Leaves can be rolled up, walls can be knocked down and houses can be overturned. Blow hard again, trees can be uprooted, stones can be blown down, big waves can be rolled up, large areas of land can be swallowed up, and houses and castles can be swept clean. Listen to its crazy howling, howling and wailing. The more you stop it, the more you push it crazily. Who cares? It takes a long time for the sand in the ground to blow, and the clouds in the sky are close to the ground. The sun lost its luster and the earth lost its color. It is necessary to destroy heaven and earth and restore chaos regardless of heaven and earth.
However, the wind can't turn over a corner of the sky and crash out. No matter how fierce, after all, it is stuffy in the small world. Blow it, it can only set off a wave, like the power excited by the ups and downs of the seabed, and it will be suppressed. The wind is so tight in the sun, blowing and blowing, only blowing the ground in a mess, I am still not free.
Unfinished, I like to be angry to the extreme, I can't be angry anymore, and I am in a weak and weary through illness; Like sadness to the extreme, it becomes constant hatred; Carnival to the extreme, become desolate; Disappointment to the extreme becomes indifference. The wind is full of troubles and fatigue. Whether it's the cold wind, the steaming wind, the yearning wind or the angry wind, it gradually fades away, leaving only a few long sighs and no sound, as if the wind had all blown out.
But where is the wind? As long as you listen to the quiet time, at dusk, there are often a few low sighs, like a peaceful old man sighing helplessly. The wind has not abated. Or just for this, heaven and earth are so tightly bound by the wind.
3. A faint scent of flowers? Xi Murong
The four of us stopped at that mountain road that day just to observe the black birds nearby. Unexpectedly, after getting off the bus, we found wild lilies in full bloom on this high mountain in Liang Qing. ?
This mountain is very high and cool. It's dusk, and the wet clouds are hovering around us with a faint fragrance. It's all the same. Although so many years have passed, why do I feel exactly the same in my heart? I can't wait to tell my friends in the same trade how similar this scene is to a dusk when I was 18 years old, the same gray-green dusk, the same wet and cold clouds, and the same lilies in Shan Ye; Who says time can't go back? Who says the world is full of changes? Who says I can't meet the missed beauty again? ?
I am almost incoherent, and my friends are probably infected by my excitement. Chen began to climb down the cliff and pick it up for me one by one in the deep grass, while Song also picked up the camera to shoot one by one. While worrying about the precipitousness of the cliff, I secretly hope to pick more flowers. Zhen Chen is a bosom friend. He picked a handful for me and handed it to me with a smile. When I held Lily in my arms, I really felt indescribable happiness and satisfaction. In my life, how many times can I hold a whole bouquet of fragrant and white lilies on the high Liang Qingshan? ?
However, life may be like this. Whether happy or sad, it is always worth our serious visit. I think life should be like this. ?
And all this thanks to my friends. Are you saying that I like flowers? What I love is actually the feeling of cherish and gratitude that comes with the fragrance of flowers. ?
I really love this world. I can't figure out why the world is so kind to me. Why are my friends so partial and indulgent to me? On my way forward, why is it always full of a faint fragrance of flowers? Sometimes trance, sometimes clear, but always so long refused to leave? ?
I have so many good friends to accompany me on this road. Tell me, how can I not hope that this road will get longer and longer? It is because of this that I began to worry and fear. In my happiness and joy, I can't help but feel some faint sadness, just like the flowers blowing in the wind.
If there is an afterlife, there must be three hairs.
If there is an afterlife, be a tree,
Standing forever.
Without sad and happy gestures,
Half in the dust,
Half of them are flying in the wind;
Half in the shade,
Half bathed in sunshine.
Very silent and proud.
Never rely on, never look for.
If there is an afterlife, it will become a gust of wind.
Instances can become eternity.
No sentimental feelings, no sentimental eyes.
Half of them are free and easy in the rain,
Half of them travel in spring;
Lonely, lonely travel,
Take away those vague ideas,
Never missed, never loved;
If there is an afterlife, be a bird,
Through eternity, there is no trouble of getting lost.
There is ardent hope in the East,
There are warm nests in the south,
Drive the sunset back to the west and awaken the fragrance to the north.
If there is an afterlife,
I hope that every time we meet,
Can become eternal.
Extended data:
Prose is a narrative literary genre, which expresses the author's true feelings and flexible writing style. The word "prose" probably appeared in the period of Taiping and Xingguo in the Northern Song Dynasty (65438+February 976-165438+9841October).
According to Ci Hai, since the Six Dynasties, in order to distinguish between verse and parallel prose, all prose articles (including historical classics) that don't rhyme or rearrange pairs are collectively called "prose". Then it refers to all literary genres except poetry.
With the development of time, the concept of prose has changed from broad sense to narrow sense and has been influenced by western culture.