The vast sea and sky, dusty sky, beautiful scenery, autumn wind and late rain in Luoyang will make people miss her.
Miss her, be quiet and stay away from the noise of red lights and green wine; Miss her, see nature clearly, as vague as gossamer but make people dream; Miss her-elegant and dignified She Xiang, standing on the horizon, the years are endless.
I miss her gatehouse engraved with Kirin and Phoenix, her amorous feelings post station and Shanha people, and I love her ancient road that has lasted for decades. Meet in the crowd, and then walk into the dream together with the wind instrument bridge loaded with her fantasy and legend.
Walking in She Xiang, I have a special mood, and I love She Xiang in the rain most, which is soft but not enchanting.
Xiaoqiao Willow gives people other misty rain, the soul-breaking rain in Qingming Festival, unlike the gentle drizzle in She Xiang, which falls on the ancients and sprinkles on the faces of today. The evening in the countryside is shrouded in a faint sunset glow.
Think about the drizzle of the phoenix tree, the Iraqi people leaning on the ancient road and waiting for their old friends to return after the storm. What a touching scene it is. Listening to the wind and rain, ignoring the rivers and lakes, wandering on the Fengyi Bridge, looking at the unconstrained villages, is a manifestation of the affection of children, and there are indeed some leisurely people coming and going in the rivers and lakes.
On my deathbed, I saw the green mulberry on the other side in the distance, and the mulberry leaves were particularly conspicuous. You stretch out your palm and feel a pure figure fall into it. On the other hand, Iraqis rolled up their sleeves, raised fish and picked mulberry, holding their sons' hands. What a subtle and beautiful light shadow.
In the interweaving of light and shadow, the sun sets. Through jathyapple's eyes, I vaguely saw beauty, saw happiness, and saw the twenty-year-old years condensed into a faint night. Night in She Xiang is the most suitable color for dreaming. Inadvertently, with Cangshan as the stage and the earth as the curtain, she performed one dull performance after another.
This rain, this mulberry, this mountain, this night, nothing is superfluous, and nothing can be forgotten casually. Everything reveals the innocence of the ancient She village.
The bridge is like a rainbow, the water is like empty, and a leaf is floating in the misty rain.
I love her hometown most, but I still love you from beginning to end.
From beginning to end, I would like to follow your footsteps, laugh at the confusion of the world of mortals and the trap of fireworks, and calmly walk into a rainy season and a sunny day!
The suffering of life
I cried on the cane chair, and the sun was shining. Is the sunshine hurting your eyes, or do you want to dispel this annoying sunshine with shiny crystals? I try my best to open my eyes, trying to see the world clearly, but I always burst into tears. Looking at this light water-like day, I pinched my heart and sipped the tears that fell to my mouth.
There was an earthquake in Japan. Newspapers, TV and Internet reports are overwhelming, but they are full of swearing faces of China people. I think that when human beings face natural disasters, their thoughts should refer to a capitalized "human" level. Natural disasters have no nationality. Similarly, in the face of natural disasters, we only belong to a capitalized "person".
At the end of the Year of the Tiger, Shi Tiesheng finally ended the human suffering and left this world. I always imagine, imagine what happens in my life. I watched my husband's "Ditan and I" in elementary school, but I couldn't understand it anyway. But I think there is such a garden near my home, which is also full of weeds. In a rage, I always like to run into this garden, catch grasshoppers and pounce on dragonflies. After reading "From Herb Garden to San Tan Yin Yue", I also learned from Mr. Lu Xun to pull out the roots to see if it looks like a human figure. Later, I was sensible and understood that I had been avoiding the hardships of life and looking for happiness.
After reading The Old Man and the Sea, I felt empty and lost my way. This is probably the first time I have read this book. Later, when I read Hemingway's biography, it seemed as if I had followed him on a truck that had disappeared, and there were strangers everywhere. He shot, pointed the gun at his temple, and with a bang, the whole world was quiet and could no longer feel any pain. I began to see the ups and downs scattered in the wheat stubble field and became sensitive. Every time I read an article about suffering, I always slow down and read it carefully.
Life is not always full of bitterness, but there is no lack of bitterness. Everyone has a bag of bitterness, but some people enjoy it and some people regard it as pain. I like Mr. Liu's sentence "I like the bitterness in silence", and so does writing. In order to find the fulcrum of writing, I need to keep searching up and down, rubbing my temples, writing my fingers and tiring my eyes ... I'm afraid only writers can understand these.
Sometimes, you need to "ask for it". Walking on your own pilgrimage road is always very painful. Maybe the purpose of your leaving is just to sip the last sweetness, and this sweetness is enough to make you happy. I am glad that you have gone through such a road, a road full of your own courage, and this road will always be winding in your heart, leading only to a sweet distance.
A young heart has put on a dying coat, lowered its head, arched its waist and hung its face, leaving only a gray beard and wrinkles. Maybe if you feel bitter for a long time, you will miss sweetness.
The meaning of life is not to catch up with a happy sweetheart for a while, but to encounter hardships on the road to happiness.
The weather is fine, and I finally know that many people, like me, are squinting at those nuances.
Tears of time.