The time is in September, and there is always a lot of soup all the way. No matter how much passers-by miss the summer customs, or how much they want to stop, they are wishful thinking and cannot change the pace of the seasonal cycle. In front of the wheel of time, all beings are as small as a grain of dust. Even though there is the concept of cherishing time as gold, everything is like dead leaves falling with the wind, even if it goes with the flow, it is extremely ethereal.
The harmony between man and nature does not seem to be a triumph of embracing each other tightly, but the calmness of "doing your best and resigning to fate" and the opportunity of "being in harmony with people in the right place at the right time". Therefore, facing the colorful future and past is not a simple "natural selection", nor is it a long-cherished wish that can be changed by hard work. In a materialistic environment, everyone can't be alone. After all, the fireworks in the world are inseparable from the fate of life. In the inner reading of autumn, the four seasons are surging and the time flies.
For a long time, there have been many concerns about autumn. Because of the prejudice in the bones, autumn forms a bleak time and space, ignoring the stalwart of the harvest season. Perhaps, autumn water is as deep as the artistic conception of life. Passers-by are attached to the summer sky and the green sea between heaven and earth, but at the same time, they are looking forward to harvesting the fruits of hope, hoping that the so-called "golden autumn" can bloom pleasing flowers and mark the fleeting time in "Beating the Floor". Therefore, in the face of the magnificence of time, I dare not look straight and dare not penetrate every moment along the way. It seems that in the ruthless feelings of years, I have come into contact with too many mediocre things. Even though there was no "wasted years" in my heart at first, I slacked off inadvertently, but it also desolated the road of youth and gradually disappeared in the long river of history.
The long road of human growth, regardless of gains and losses, regardless of success or failure, will go through. Facing the future time and space, we should grasp the development factors ahead, persevere in every season, get rid of worries, abandon slack thoughts and face every day optimistically! Even if the autumn wind is raging, we should still walk in the "wilderness" and still laugh at the situation of life. After the flashy mountains and rivers go far away, the refraction of bright sunshine can't warm every step furtively; In the distance of autumn water, why can't the blue "sky" linger? ........
Ending: Written on September 23rd, 20xx.
Qiu Shuitian Chang's Prose 2-Life Opportunity, there are always some accidents and some inevitability!
Somehow, whenever there is a bright moon in the sky, I can't help thinking of my miserable second uncle. ...
My second uncle graduated from normal school and was assigned to teach in a remote township central school. Because I am far from home, I only go home once during the holiday.
In the midsummer of that year, my second uncle took his girlfriend home. What a coincidence! On the same day, Uncle Shuicheng's family Dongmei Xiaomei also arrived.
When relatives returned home and distinguished guests visited, the monotonous home suddenly came to life, and the knowledgeable cicada stopped its annoying noise, perhaps enjoying the laughter of the family.
Needless to say, the weather is wonderful. The steaming heat in summer is blown nowhere by the bright Yin Hui, flying with the cool evening breeze. After dinner, everyone is the same, enjoying the coolness of the courtyard. The happiest person is my second uncle, who taught us several brothers and sisters poetry.
Following my second uncle, we also read Ma Zhiyuan's Sand Clearing with great interest. Qiu Si. The children's voice of the book suddenly seems to be scholarly at home. At that time, I was too young to understand the meaning of poetry. I just vaguely feel sad, my uncle's eyes are floating in the distance, and the smiling face of the "distinguished guest" For this distinguished guest, up to now, my consistent memory is only her very relieved smile. However, her dream butterfly, juwan failed to catch, has already flown to the city.
"Old vines faint crows, small bridges flowing water ..." Every corner of the campus, driven by the king of my children, soon became all loud and clear. Later it became the children's song of our game. Sometimes passing by the teacher, the teacher's high-pitched voice comes from behind: ancient road-west wind-thin horse! ! !
Later the teacher taught us this poem. It can be said that this is the most serious time I have listened to since I studied, and it is also the beginning of my life scenery. Looking back now, the pride on my face has not faded for a long time. I am very shy. But in class, I took the initiative to suggest to the teacher that I should recite Sunset for everyone. I stood on the podium, as if smiling in the faint moonlight and reciting affectionately. The classroom was surprisingly surprised and quiet, and it took a long time before thunderous applause broke out ... I still remember that I blushed and walked back to my seat with measured steps, and the female deskmate gave me a lot of positions outside the 38th parallel. I still remember that at noon that day, someone invited me to watch a video and ate a fried cake; I still remember that since then, the teacher often asked me to recite poems; I still remember reading a lot of books, mostly martial arts and poems.
When I was studying in a foreign normal school, I rowed a boat alone, accompanied by the breeze of the sunset, crying on the sad sea and feeling sad all over the world. Really realize the homesickness of the wanderer and the desolation of heartbroken.
Now, I am also reading Ma Zhiyuan in Poems for Students. Teachers and students feel the poet's wandering and sadness together, and wish their relatives and friends at the end of the world together. And I always comfort myself: life has unpredictable variables, inevitable doom and unchangeable fate. In that case, why don't we take measured steps and take good care of the autumn waters of life? !
Qiushui Tian Chang Prose 3 Find a warm heart, meet a journey with fireworks and white heads, once gave everything for an ignorant and beautiful encounter, and then use a lifetime of waiting to interpret the future without an ending. So quiet, without causing a trace of trouble, in this sunny afternoon, give my heart a little color, it is a warm, shallow and quiet autumn, a book pillow, two pieces of leisure, so quietly smeared the gentleness of the whole autumn.
How many people walk on the road, holding a season of youth, travel-stained, fearless of the white dew and autumn frost, trying to be brave in their own world, approaching and pretending to forget, in order to find the original appearance. Everyone has a greedy desire. I fantasize about holding hands and watching the warmth of the sunset, walking side by side in the shade. Time is always in an instant, so that those extravagant hopes become the imprint in my mind, destroying some feelings without a trace. I can't give up that little snack, no matter how entangled I am with my dreams. Maybe I don't want much, as long as I am in your heart, as long as you always remember.
Gently lift the tenderness you gave me. Slightly raised eyes are blurred, and the shyness kindled in eyes may be due to the remembrance of full thoughts in eyes. A faded grass color can also evoke memories of retention, shallow meeting and faint waiting. Is there a little sadness behind every oath? Copy your shadow in a trace of ink, and the simple font will be scattered like this, and the wind and smoke will be silent, and the fragrance will never be dust-free, and it will not leave a trace when it turns into a thread of worry. It's just a bumpy fate, do you remember? I once swore in my dream that I would be a passer-by when I woke up, but I was embedded in a poem and read it carefully over and over again. May you and I gracefully turn into a cloud, gather and disperse with the floating life, and find a corner between the volumes to soothe my loneliness. It's blurred eyes that want you to be my resting place, light and long. The promise made is placed between the eyebrows, and the old thoughts are still hot, just like the autumn that left people's hearts, and the faint colors are full of sadness. It is you who moisten my autumn colors and take away my loneliness. The flowers on the roadside are a little shy. I am the most humble one, perhaps left by the world of mortals. In this way, even if it is dying, it will be associated with the breeze. Quiet, whether you come or not, I will be elegant.
Spirited Away, hold many memories in the palm of your hand, pour a cup of soul mate's time and drink it off. Those fantasies of love and hate have fallen into the world of mortals, and there is no need to pursue them hard. There is no conclusion about right and wrong, but the temperature of the palm can't wait for old friends. The broken melody in the story makes the music deep, and cultivating a bodhi of love, even if it is a flash in the pan, is always unforgettable.
When you ruin a mood, drink the whole process of lovesickness and mottle the love thread in your dream, how to write a story of embracing each other? Fold the wings of love, decorate the shallow meeting with two people's glasses, warm the branches with red, and leave a charming trace with a kiss. I love you for a reason, but it hurts my feelings.
October Sky makes this tenderness so light, and the passing autumn frost adds a touch of red to the parting autumn leaves. The coolness has increased several times, and the greenery of the past has gradually drifted away. However, your name can't be engraved on the vein with the wind. Remember that the flower that bloomed that year was a dream.
Love an elegant look, put a touch of chrysanthemum yellow in October. On the fence covered with vines, there are roses, white and purple, which set off a quiet look. Pick a chrysanthemum and soak it in a cup, and the fragrance will come out. I just want to close my eyes and listen. There is a sound that you have been to, very shallow and deep. Holding a pillow of books, the ink is full of your poems, bamboo notes, rice paper, and the pen is full of acacia paths, winding your way. Let's go. If you are safe, I will have no worries. Then, on the sunny road, I will leave flowers all the way. With your company, I will be warm every day and make my golden land happier.
I am used to sitting alone in a dull time, enjoying myself and recalling the past. At that time, the warmth brought by that person, watching the wind and rain drift, stole the loneliness hiding in the corner, left a happy flower and played silently. The pride of life is to meet each other, and the cool west wind is sent to meet each other in the distance. Obsession is nothing more than seeing and not seeing through the autumn waters, and the original intention has not changed. Even if the years pass and the flowers turn into mud, you are still my constant warmth. In late autumn, there is a rose in front of the court. The flower is small but bright. I found a vase with two or three flowers in it and put it on the table every day. I like it very much. So, when I was silent, my thoughts began to wander for a while. You said, don't miss the flowering period, I will wait for you in a stranger. Now that the flowering period has passed, where the undertaker is, my heart is slightly painful. If you know, flowers are silent and flowers are speechless.
Floating chaos, fleeting time, drunk in the dream of love is still so gentle, willing to spend a lifetime waiting for a complete. If it weren't for the confusion of cause and effect, how could you let me exchange Sansheng fireworks for it because of your looking back? Time is too thin, commitment is too shallow, how can I walk side by side without you? A cup of Zen tea, tasting time flies, Buddha said: meditation, meditation, watching all the fate. As a result, the rush of time took away the past, and it seems that there is no sadness and love from now on. On a silent day, a cup of tea gets a piece of paper.
Standing at the end of the season, looking back fondly at the warmth of the past, stretching at the end of the world of mortals, I can't say whether I should stay or not. I like to look up and look for the shallowness of leaving. I just think of that year, and your eyes are always a sense of distance that I can't cross. The window is full of fallen flowers, and the graceful charm is also messy. Is there any cinnabar between your eyebrows? In the crisp autumn, I wrote a love song by myself, glaring and yellow. Every word is your promise, and the touch of green planted by the roadside is so dazzling. When the autumn wind rises, it becomes a landscape. Draw an arc in my words and write your name. At this time, acacia came to my heart, so painful and so warm.
Qiu Shui Tian Chang Prose 4 Yu Shi Fan Hua, proudly river water. The great truth will always be fixed at that coordinate point. However, there are many coordinates and directions that can reach this place and lead to there. Therefore, the autumn water is long, and the road must be taken.
A nation needs constant internal unity if it wants to achieve rapid development, and * * * has a hard-working spirit. It's not mercenary, it's selfish. Only in this way can there be hope for national rejuvenation; If a country wants to stand in the east of the world, it needs hard work, hard work, strength, courage and spirit. In the constant baptism of wind and rain, after the down-to-earth prelude, the dream kingdom of heaven will eventually appear on the horizon.
There is no denying that we have all experienced a lot. Flowers bloom again and again, and flowers fall again and again. Disrupting the world is our current rhythm. Thorns again and again, we grit our teeth; We face failure again and again. After 20 years of baptism, the years are getting richer. At the same time, we have seen a lot and learned a lot in a corner of this world. Things like love and hate parting may be what we experience the most. Now we can't lock our feet because of these things. Find your heart again in your own bag. Autumn water is long, and the road to go.
Struggle, the word, doesn't have much precious weight in it. If you really put it into practice, to be honest, it's really hard to practice. Anyway, I want to know the truth. Down-to-earth is an indispensable link, as long as you do it with your heart and down-to-earth. I believe that the truth at the top of the mystery will eventually come to me. Not struggling is the most common thing in life, but it takes a little hardship to meet these needs. My life picture is blank. In the years, our respective scrolls are full of vitality. It contains its own constant struggle. Therefore, life needs to be built by itself, and the road to sunshine should be spread out in a down-to-earth manner.
A glass of wine is clear and colorless. If you taste it yourself, you will appreciate the delicious wine. Life is like an inscription in a cup, ups and downs. It also has ups and downs like ECG. However, what we should believe is: "only by working hard can we face everything calmly, and only by working hard can we fly high;" Only by working hard can we be strong all our lives.
Autumn water is long, and the road to go. Unprecedented, the teacher of the future. See the sage Si Qi, keep learning and keep your feet on the ground, in order to achieve your goal.
Qiu Shui Tian Chang Prose 5 Qiu Shui loves the sky and depends on the clouds.
Love a bunch of red maple, the bleak leaves fall; Love a drop of crystal clear autumn dew, a ray of cold autumn wind, all swaying years in the drifting of autumn water, embracing red maple and red leaves in autumn leaves and desert.
The long autumn water and the obsession with hemp fiber light up the lonely solitary lamp, obliquely illuminate the brilliant red of maple, and scatter loneliness in the dim light, drifting with the flow.
The autumn moon is fragrant, light and melancholy, and it seems to see a vague figure in the vast sadness. Chasing after the long shadow, I only see the moon's obscurity, accompanied by the tears of the rain and the low moan of the moon's song.
The steps on the dock are stained with water and glowing green. A bunch of white curtains, swaying sails, mottled masts, and a dim fishing fire in the reflection. In the flowing river, it is far away, and the thin ice and cold ice have passed away. In shallow reading, fuzzy double shadows hide in dark corners.
The dead leaves by the pond slipped away in the flashy years. Semi-submersible and semi-buoyant. Trembling in the rain, crying in the wind. A lonely waterfowl shuttled sadly in the lotus pond, looking for the red carp at the bottom of the water yesterday.
A pool of eyes, a sky.
Stepping on the falling autumn leaves, the cool air is filled with a little grass fragrance, half wet and half cold. In the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals, with a touch of purplish peace, I recalled the autumn rhyme of the past.
You bypassed the beautiful scenery of holding hands and left towards the distant alone, giving me a vague figure. Illusion, trance, virtual, unable to perceive the beauty of distance, unable to understand the warmth of temperature. A scribbled text, cold between the lines, chilling between the lines. In the fleeting time, I lost the glory and elegance of a roll of years.
The fallen leaves have rendered the autumn colors, and the red rhyme has drunk the vicissitudes of life. In a lotus flower, the prosperity of the world of mortals has withered. In the gently pushed lintel, a ray of thin joy and a ray of shallow meaning can't pick up the warmth of yesterday and keep the promise in my heart.
Cut a curtain, the wind rises, and when it leans, a burst of rain and frost blows down, and Nanshan is cold. In the silence, the dust and smoke are like the wind, and the leaves are like water, and they go with the wind.
There will always be a reason for you to leave. I don't ask you because I'm not in your heart anymore. Far-fetched will be separated from the heart, and there will be dazzling red leaves in late autumn.
In fact, as long as you tell me, even if you go far away, I will send you the riverside, flowers and the moon, plus my heart of blessing.
In the long autumn water, we fell in love. Autumn water is the eternity of the sky, and the sky is the scenery of autumn water …