It needs people to look at it, and it doesn't need bees around the butterfly. She just gently unfolded her tender and delicate arms, quietly opened them, and silently paid all the fragrance and color in her life. Only the breeze knows her beauty and sings for her. Just a few minutes later, the epiphyllum came to the end of its life, withered and withered. However, in that short moment, after her long-term expectation and accumulation, Epiphyllum bloomed her gorgeous youth and enjoyed her beauty and life. There is no sunshine, but she has the light in her heart, shining on herself; There is no joy, but she still enjoys herself and blooms happily! In a blink of an eye, the flower "scattered into mud and ground into dust", but the epiphyllum opened, looked at it and looked beautiful, enriching its original short life. Since then, people have remembered the epiphyllum and the beautiful moment when it opened! ?
A short life, but beautiful to the extreme. ?
The most charming and mysterious smile in the world should be Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa! Da Vinci's keen eyes captured the wonderful moment when Mona Lisa sat down and smiled. He gently unfolded the picture clip, and his eyes moved with the brush covered with paint on the drawing paper, so an earth-shattering work was born under Da Vinci's brush. The Mona Lisa has become a rare treasure. Newspapers and magazines all over the world have published this great work, and people are always talking about the mysterious smile of Mona Lisa. ?
Brilliant moment, great achievement. ?
Jia Dao rode a donkey on Chang 'an Avenue, the west wind was bleak, and yellow leaves were scattered on the streets. Jia Dao wrote excellent poems, which made the famous sentence "Autumn wind blows the Weihe River and leaves are full of Chang 'an". Mr van gogh also sensitively grasped the beautiful moment of sunflowers in the autumn wind and painted the famous painting Sunflowers. A classic is achieved in an instant, which is an eternal moment. ?
Instantly, lightning footsteps; Eternity, as long as the seas run dry and the rocks crumble. Thus, the moment and eternity become two unattainable extremes. But don't forget: how big is the magnificent universe? But it was formed by an instant big bang. How tall are the towering trees? But it is just a small seed that germinates and grows in an instant. The moment of brilliant achievement is eternity, and the eternity of infinite extension comes from a moment. As long as you want, you can also create eternal moments!
As the saying goes, thinking determines the way out; The same is true of writing. Intention often determines the quality of an article. When candidates get rid of the limitations of real life and focus on that glorious historical moment, it indicates that what they write will be an article with rich literary talent and rich inside information. This article is new. The first is to write the wonderful moment of epiphyllum opening with concise description and wonderful exposition, which leads to the view that "short life is the ultimate beauty" Then, starting from things and people, with the acumen of Leonardo da Vinci and Van Gogh, and with Jia Dao's eternal famous sentences, the instant success is further demonstrated; Finally, it is up to people and themselves to ask, "You can create eternal moments if you want.". The language of the article is exquisite and original, and the materials are handy. It is really excellent.
I remember the storm?
The cool breeze with cold raindrops swept across my face like countless steel needles. I am wrapped in thin clothes and walking at a confused and twisted crossroads. I may be dreaming aimlessly ... however, after a while, I fell asleep. ?
Rain, still falling slowly, falls into the river, causing countless ripples; The wind is still blowing, cutting people's faces. I can't help complaining about God's injustice and parents' irrationality. This is my silent voice. No matter how many monsters you hit and how many rivers you cross, you can't find the true meaning of life, and you don't know how lost you are. You just live a mediocre and repetitive life. Time has left a mark on people's faces. When a trace of wrinkles and silver hair lay before me, I was in a trance. I regret it and feel sad at the same time. I am looking for a bright crack in the dark corner and a piece of freedom in the blue sky. I'm regretting that time is like running water, and it's gone forever. However, all this is locked in the long river of memory and cannot be unsealed. ?
When I was dying and panicked, someone turned into angels in white, holding white light, awakening me from the darkness of death and bringing the light of rebirth; When I am weak and cold, some people are willing to turn themselves into winter cotton-padded clothes and rich meals to warm me; When I encounter unattainable missions and difficulties in my life, some people will stand behind me single-handedly to prevent me from being hurt, whether going up the mountain of knives or going down the sea of fire. Those who hide in the corner and silently support me! You have a saint-like love and God-like kindness, which I will never forget. Who are those people? Those are the people I love, and they care about me in every way. However, I don't know how to be blessed, how to be grateful and how to repent. Slowly, my eyes turned red. ?
Suddenly, a breeze gently and strangely blew on my wet eyes, and unconsciously it began to rain in Mao Mao and landed on my thin clothes. In an instant, I understood everything. I really want to be a poet, Li Bai, and spread the gratitude sentences that have been passed down through the ages to the world. ?
I don't know how long it took. I woke up and found myself lying in bed. My eyes are white. It turned out to be a hospital. "Where have you been?" My relatives looked at me, their eager eyes filled with crystal tears, and they held me tightly in their arms. How happy I am now, thinking about everything I should do when I grow up. ?
I think of "Tianjin Sand Qiu Si".
Ancient road?
An ancient road extends to the depths of history. Think of the vicissitudes of life covered with snow on the thorn road. Reading the ancient road is equivalent to reading a thick history. The ancient road is a long mark left by years, a red horse, the language of poetry, the uneven road, the flat and even wind and the poet's pen. The ancient road not only leads to ancient times, but also reaches deep into the heart of a thin horse to explore ancient homesickness. The ancient road is a long ribbon left in lovers' hearts, full of emotional language, and poured out in the sound of wheels. ?
The ancient road is drunk, the moss is green, the ancient road laughs and the flowers bloom. The ancient road is a river, reflecting the sun and Yun Ni, the joys and sorrows of love and the vicissitudes of life. In this river, I come and go freely, like a free fish. The ancient road is a vine surging on the earth, embracing the earth. The ancient road is a sigh left by the poet, a long helpless sigh. Poet, is it a note on the ancient road? Is it wolf hair? Leave a long question in the season. The west wind is speechless. ?
West wind?
A wild goose croaked and brought a cold west wind. Who has made great efforts to divide autumn colors? Cricket in the field moved into the house, and the window facing north was blocked by mud. The west wind roars alone outdoors, and its all-pervasive skills are defeated in front of the mud wall of the farmer. The days are getting deeper and deeper, and the west wind is getting stronger and stronger. He parted the gathering dusk with one hand, wrapped his thin clothes with the other, and stared at the distance with deep eyes. In the arrogant west wind, the horn of spring sounded vaguely. He is full of energy, riding and running, and his bright eyes emit two blazing lights. ?
Thin horse?
It came to Ma Zhiyuan's poem "Da Da Da", which surprised a comfortable dream. How far the weeds have spread, I met the thin horse unexpectedly today. Chasing what? Refuse to give up, limping non-stop posture. What about the heart? Is it soaked by the wind and rain? The road has become endless and the future is long. Which station did you leave from? The only direction has become irretrievable dislocation. Since then, that blunt official document, or a warm letter from home, has become a suspense that never follows. Which god of war are you? A cold shot makes you lose your heroic temperament, and the collapse of life makes you unable to return to the true colors of life. Are you a loser left behind by history, or an impassioned warrior running at the forefront of the times? The thin horse said nothing, and walked his own loneliness as always. Its memory contains the beauty of spring and peach blossom. In front of it, there is a call, which is a rich expectation of its life. The thin horse walks in the melancholy picture of the autumn wind blowing down the sunset. The same thin traveler can't help screaming. The ancient road is empty. ?
I think of the long-lost Silk Road.
I always think of that ancient road full of glory. ?
The camel team that followed Zhang Qian, the envoy of the Han Dynasty, set out from Chang 'an, drank a glass of wine for Anxi, the envoy of Yuaner, and left Yangguan in the west. Along the way, crooked footprints are full of unusual encounters in the years. ?
Touching the Great Wall where Meng Jiangnu cried, I saw the roots of autumn hay shaking in the dusk, but when I glanced at the sky, I saw the return of the distant sky. I heard Zhao Jun's piercing pipa when he left the village, and I saw the Chinese ambassador Lian Jie, whom Su Wu held tightly while herding sheep. I witnessed Li Guang's anger before suicide turn into a burning flame. ?
There is a mottled wall in my heart that stands forever. The western regions in the buildings and the Silk Road in the western regions, like a tired star, are ups and downs and lonely in the Milky Way. Gentle green is dead, running water is dry; Birds and animals stared at the pale moon in the ancient carved building. Standing in front of the chilly ghost town, there are only a few broken walls in the sand to explain the rise and fall of an ancient city. ?
Looking back at the Silk Road in the desert, it proudly hangs its century mind. In this way, on the monument composed of bricks and stones, the dead willows stand in grotesque shadows, confirming the prosperity thousands of years ago. An endless alley! Countless doors, countless "squeaks" and countless people. Wave after wave, beating the pulped linen, beating the never-drying brook stone, and a series of distant hoofbeats that are hard to hide ... In the jingling hymns, how many souls passed through the tunnel of the night and sounded the echo wall of history. When I opened my eyes in the morning fog, the merchants on the Silk Road sat around like arhats, unable to sleep soundly. I really want to go up and touch the white beard, no-it's gravel like snow. In the inn, a song "Mountains and Rivers" left a faint sneer at black-and-white film and the strong wind. ?
Silence is savings and strength. The Silk Road is near the sky, and a group of silent camels with permanent prosperity disappear behind the sand. What a big sandstorm! How many banks, shops, warehouses, workshops, dance pavilions, singing platforms, restaurants and guest houses were inadvertently blown away by the wind. How many major historical events were inadvertently buried by the wind. The ancient twilight road turned into a pile of burnt-out red charcoal, accompanied by Buddhas traveling all over the East, leaving caves and performing pantomime scenes. Looking at the golden gravel, I forgot the magnificent sunset under the banner, the infinite comfort from the grassland, and even the beautiful grass and water that used to be the court hunting ground for emperors and generals. ?
Imagine that people have no selfishness, but people can't have no selfishness; Imagine that sand does not blow, but it is impossible not to blow; Imagine that the ancient road is still prosperous, but the ancient road cannot be prosperous, then all this is doomed to happen. The long camel is still lingering in my ears, the ancient Silk Road. I hope to meet you in my dream next time. ?
I hope it helps, but I still write it myself.