Since prose is needed, Xi Murong was the first to be promoted.
Look at these rich gardens.
I had a dream.
In my dream, I stood alone at the bus stop on the corner, waiting for the bus.
It seems that many buses have passed, but I can't get on. It's late at night, and my heart is getting more and more anxious.
However, every time a car comes, I always hesitate to get on. The passing carriages are either too bright or too crowded, and they look strange and noisy in the dead of night, which is always different from what I expected.
Actually, I don't seem to know exactly what I'm expecting. I just vaguely feel that there should be better choices, better roads and better atmosphere. In the next car, there should be someone I want to see.
Buses went by one after another, and I kept standing on the street corner. At midnight, the last bus that ran a red light came and finally jumped on the bus, only to find that there was no one in the carriage.
I had to sit alone at the finish line, and along the way, one street lamp after another went out in order. Looking back, the road was dark.
It was dark on the way here.
I woke up in the dark night, and the feeling of loneliness in my dream still gripped me tightly. The whole person seemed to sink into a cold and transparent world. What a bleak world this is! Hesitated a thousand times, only to find that I have nothing.
There are stars outside the window, insects are everywhere, and the night in the south is warm and fragrant. I woke up from a dream and decided never to go back to that dream.
In real life, I hope there will never be such a moment.
In real life, how many people are hesitant and picky?
When the bus comes, we will always be delayed. I don't know if we should get on the bus. I wonder if this is the one we expected. After boarding, will we meet him and reach the finish line with him, or maybe we will separate halfway and watch him fade away.
We always hope that everything is perfect, that all opportunities can appear at the same time, and that the weather will be fine and the flowers will be fragrant.
Unexpectedly, the pursuit of perfection is an imperfection, an extreme imperfection.
I have no objection to those who stick to their ideals. Some ideals are really worth sticking to for a lifetime, but life is more than that. On the long road of life, how many moments are worth staying and how many doors are worth trying to open!
It's a pity that we have been classified, treated by others and treated by ourselves since childhood. As a result of classification, we will finally embark on a narrower road and enter an increasingly closed world. In the end, we are forced to be separated from everything we like or have no time to like. Looking back, it was dark on the way, and I realized my loneliness at that moment.
I've been thinking about it all the time, if learning to draw is just for fun, not to draw very well, if people who learn to write are not necessarily in a hurry to form their own families when they are young, if people who learn to write are not necessarily in a hurry to become authorities, if people around them can classify us in a less hurry, and if this society can allow us to grow up freely and calmly; Then, how rich and beautiful life will be!
Of course, we will still move forward. On the long road of life, we still have persistence and hope, and there is light and direction in the distant front. However, we can also see how many doors are waiting for us to open calmly on both sides of the road, and how many misty paths are waiting for us to explore calmly on both sides of the road! What a rich and beautiful garden!
A few nights ago, I drove east from Nanheng Highway with my friends.
It was dusk when we set out. I didn't expect the road to be so long, so far and so rugged. However, now that we are on the road, there is no room for turning back.
The scenery on the road also makes us reluctant to look back. We drove all the way up to the mountain at an altitude of more than 2000 meters, and it was all dark.
Stars began to appear one by one, and I was anxious to figure it out in my mind. What's the date of the lunar calendar today? Because, I think, it would be great if there was a full moon!
However, that day happened to be a moonless day. I felt very disappointed and sorry, and my interest stopped.
The road became long and dark, and it seemed endless. We take turns driving. Finally, I'm really sleepy. After giving the steering wheel to my friend, I curled up in my seat and fell asleep.
In a trance, I knew that the car had reached the flat ground, but it was turning around the road, crossing the bridge made of planks, walking down the gravel-covered riverbed and onto a winding path, and the car finally stopped.
I think we're here. Some of my friends jumped out of the car to pat the door of the hotel, and some came to wake me up. But I was so sleepy that I simply lay across the front seat. Everything was arranged by others.
We're too late. There is no light or sound in the hostel. It was dark and quiet around, only a friend's voice was patiently calling softly:
"Is anyone there? Hello? "
The car door has been opened by a friend, and the mountain wind is blowing, with the fragrance of a flower in the coolness. I couldn't help turning over and opening my eyes to look at the sky on my back.
The sky is full of twinkling stars!
The sky is full of bright stars!
I have never seen more and more stars, so dense and so bright. In this noble oriental sky, crystal clear, trillions of stars are gathering together in various shapes and luminosity, like sand, like rivers, like reliefs, and like whirlpool, looking down at me from the high night sky.
At that moment, I fell madly in love with the starry sky.
Before, I only wanted to go out for a walk on a moonlit night. It seems that only the faint moonlight is the only moment I cherish. I never knew the starry sky could be so beautiful and charming.
How many unpredictable moments there are in life!
Finally understand, in fact, there is no need to pursue the door that has been missed and only exists in the past memory. Going forward, how many doors are waiting for me to open one by one, and how many different surprises and expectations should there be in life.
Looking Back can certainly let me relive those watery moonlight. However, if I just keep looking back, I will eventually miss my night and the stars all over the sky.
It turns out that as long as I am willing, how rich and beautiful garden life can be!
As long as I want to. I had a dream.
In my dream, I stood alone at the bus stop on the corner, waiting for the bus.
It seems that many buses have passed, but I can't get on. It's late at night, and my heart is getting more and more anxious.
However, every time a car comes, I always hesitate to get on. The passing carriages are either too bright or too crowded, and they look strange and noisy in the dead of night, which is always different from what I expected.
Actually, I don't seem to know exactly what I'm expecting. I just vaguely feel that there should be better choices, better roads and better atmosphere. In the next car, there should be someone I want to see.
Buses went by one after another, and I kept standing on the street corner. At midnight, the last bus that ran a red light came and finally jumped on the bus, only to find that there was no one in the carriage.
I had to sit alone at the finish line, and along the way, one street lamp after another went out in order. Looking back, the road was dark.
It was dark on the way here.
I woke up in the dark night, and the feeling of loneliness in my dream still gripped me tightly. The whole person seemed to sink into a cold and transparent world. What a bleak world this is! Hesitated a thousand times, only to find that I have nothing.
There are stars outside the window, insects are everywhere, and the night in the south is warm and fragrant. I woke up from a dream and decided never to go back to that dream.
In real life, I hope there will never be such a moment.
In real life, how many people are hesitant and picky?
When the bus comes, we will always be delayed. I don't know if we should get on the bus. I wonder if this is the one we expected. After boarding, will we meet him and reach the finish line with him, or maybe we will separate halfway and watch him fade away.
We always hope that everything is perfect, that all opportunities can appear at the same time, and that the weather will be fine and the flowers will be fragrant.
Unexpectedly, the pursuit of perfection is an imperfection, an extreme imperfection.
I have no objection to those who stick to their ideals. Some ideals are really worth sticking to for a lifetime, but life is more than that. On the long road of life, how many moments are worth staying and how many doors are worth trying to open!
It's a pity that we have been classified, treated by others and treated by ourselves since childhood. As a result of classification, we will finally embark on a narrower road and enter an increasingly closed world. In the end, we are forced to be separated from everything we like or have no time to like. Looking back, it was dark on the way, and I realized my loneliness at that moment.
I've been thinking about it all the time, if learning to draw is just for fun, not to draw very well, if people who learn to write are not necessarily in a hurry to form their own families when they are young, if people who learn to write are not necessarily in a hurry to become authorities, if people around them can classify us in a less hurry, and if this society can allow us to grow up freely and calmly; Then, how rich and beautiful life will be!
Of course, we will still move forward. On the long road of life, we still have persistence and hope, and there is light and direction in the distant front. However, we can also see how many doors are waiting for us to open calmly on both sides of the road, and how many misty paths are waiting for us to explore calmly on both sides of the road! What a rich and beautiful garden!
A few nights ago, I drove east from Nanheng Highway with my friends.
It was dusk when we set out. I didn't expect the road to be so long, so far and so rugged. However, now that we are on the road, there is no room for turning back.
The scenery on the road also makes us reluctant to look back. We drove all the way up to the mountain at an altitude of more than 2000 meters, and it was all dark.
Stars began to appear one by one, and I was anxious to figure it out in my mind. What's the date of the lunar calendar today? Because, I think, it would be great if there was a full moon!
However, that day happened to be a moonless day. I felt very disappointed and sorry, and my interest stopped.
The road became long and dark, and it seemed endless. We take turns driving. Finally, I'm really sleepy. After giving the steering wheel to my friend, I curled up in my seat and fell asleep.
In a trance, I knew that the car had reached the flat ground, but it was turning around the road, crossing the bridge made of planks, walking down the gravel-covered riverbed and onto a winding path, and the car finally stopped.
I think we're here. Some of my friends jumped out of the car to pat the door of the hotel, and some came to wake me up. But I was so sleepy that I simply lay across the front seat. Everything was arranged by others.
We're too late. There is no light or sound in the hostel. It was dark and quiet around, only a friend's voice was patiently calling softly:
"Is anyone there? Hello? "
The car door has been opened by a friend, and the mountain wind is blowing, with the fragrance of a flower in the coolness. I couldn't help turning over and opening my eyes to look at the sky on my back.
The sky is full of twinkling stars!
The sky is full of bright stars!
I have never seen more and more stars, so dense and so bright. In this noble oriental sky, crystal clear, trillions of stars are gathering together in various shapes and luminosity, like sand, like rivers, like reliefs, and like whirlpool, looking down at me from the high night sky.
At that moment, I fell madly in love with the starry sky.
Before, I only wanted to go out for a walk on a moonlit night. It seems that only the faint moonlight is the only moment I cherish. I never knew the starry sky could be so beautiful and charming.
How many unpredictable moments there are in life!
Finally understand, in fact, there is no need to pursue the door that has been missed and only exists in the past memory. Going forward, how many doors are waiting for me to open one by one, and how many different surprises and expectations should there be in life.
Looking Back can certainly let me relive those watery moonlight. However, if I just keep looking back, I will eventually miss my night and the stars all over the sky.
It turns out that as long as I am willing, how rich and beautiful garden life can be!
As long as I want to. I hope the landlord can adopt it. . . . .