The temperature plummeted, and the coolness in the morning and evening began to arm the yellow leaves. After the beautiful autumn, what accompanies me in the world is the slight vicissitudes of life and golden silence in the years.
I would like to stop here in time and space, let me be covered with red clouds in the afterglow of the western sunset, and watch the mountains and rivers be buried in darkness a little bit. Then, I hid behind the night and seriously appreciated the full moon rising in the east, shining innocently on the place where I was born.
I like the silence between heaven and earth at this time, the fields and the sky are filled with the fragrance of newly harvested rice and wheat, and the dim moonlight casts the shadows of mountains and rivers and trees on the flowing water, making them have the same color as ink painting and the same agility as aquatic plants. I, on the other hand, was made into a specimen and posted in the most eye-catching place in the picture.
I like the simplicity and solemnity of this world very much. A touch of green, a touch of yellow and a touch of blue revealed in the landscape are all my favorite colors. Those sounds from mountains and rivers, flowers and streams, such as harp, guzheng, flute and wind chime, fill the soul shallowly; The evening breeze, with a few clouds full of joy, wandered leisurely, asking around where there were cheap worries to sell.
I also like the things on the table: barbecue, steak, fried fish, patting yellow claws, fried potato leaves, colorful fruit platters and a glass of red wine. The soft light of the candle spread quietly, confusing my eyes with beating spells from time to time. No music, no fashion and noise, quiet is the only guest today, always with you.
This is a particularly rare day. It escaped the hot summer and the wet and rainy autumn. When it came, the season was already cold, but I deliberately waited where it passed. Wait for it to bring the fragrance of the field, wait for it to come to me, and then take me away.
Where we are going, there are no four seasons, only flowers and the sea.
Appreciation of Philosophical Prose at Sea (Ⅱ): Wandering in the Sea of Words
Wandering in the ocean of words, listening to the voice of the heart, listening to the voice of the heart. Every sentence is a call from the heart; In short, remember the joys and sorrows; Songs are all human love songs! Pick up a lotus flower and sit on the lotus leaf. Look closely at the flowers in front of the court and cherish the world day and night.
Listen to the wind and rain and overlook the rivers and lakes. This is the call of the wind to the dream, and this is the sound of the wind and the dream. Ignore the swords and shadows of the rivers and lakes and forget the grievances of the Wulin. Kindness, like water, makes the soul roam. Stay away from the hustle and bustle of the world and shed the glitz of the world. Wandering in the ocean of words, washing away the lead!
Wandering in Tang poetry and Song poetry, sipping a cup of tea. Words and words, words and feelings, feelings like tea, the more mellow, the stronger. Even Qianshan is full of water, always concerned!
I like to wander in the classical charm of the Book of Songs. In the past, I am gone, and the willows are reluctant. Five thousand years of historical baptism has created this eternal glory!
Wandering in Tang and Song poetry, immersed in the glory of Tang and Song. Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized. The intersection of mind and words has created this immortal human chapter!
Sing "The River Gone for Never", a romantic figure through the ages. This eternal love is always blown away by the wind and rain, leaving an eternal truth!
Standing in the bold and graceful words, I heard the most beautiful voice in the world and saw the most sincere human feelings. Everything is ready for me!
In the sea of words, I read Li Bai's poems and sang Yi 'an's ci, which flowed in the long history of Tang poetry and Song poetry.
I like reading Li Bai's poems best. I smiled at the sky and went out. Are we Artemisia people? How romantic and free and easy, how free and romantic. Only he, only he, can become a fallen immortal.
The courtyard in the prosperous Tang Dynasty could not accommodate such a romantic genius, but it created an alcoholic and a poet. Only wine and poetry are his true friends; Only wine and poetry are his lifelong friends. For the sake of wine, for the sake of poetry, five flowers and horses, thousands of golden autumn can all be used as wine.
Singing Yi 'an's words will only make me feel sad and painful. Separate from her husband and miss him; Loneliness and loneliness accompanied her all her life. In the red account, there are more people than yellow flowers; Dry grass is sad, pieces of acacia! Unfortunately, it is still bitter. When will the bright moon know my heart?
Wandering in the ocean of words, falling in love with words. Immerse yourself in the wind chimes of words and sing a true story on earth!
Appreciation of Marine Philosophical Prose (Ⅲ): The Ocean of Love
My parents love me very much, and their love will always accompany me. I grew up happily in the ocean of love.
Usually my parents love me very much. I remember when I was very young, one night, my ears hurt and I couldn't sleep in bed, only crying. You can't even touch the pillow with your ears. Dad pointed a flashlight at my ear. He was startled and said, "You have a pus in your ear. What's wrong? " Dad was in a hurry and ran to the health center to get the medicine, but the health center didn't have the medicine. What should I do? Dad saw that I was in pain, so he pushed his bike to the drugstore on the street to buy medicine. At this time, it was dark outside, it was very late and it was raining heavily. My mother said, "Be careful on the road, go and come back quickly." So dad rode away in the rain. Before long, my father finally came back. I saw him sweating, panting and soaking wet. He forgot to change clothes and quickly dropped a special kind of ear oil on me. Then I wiped the oil clean with cotton and dropped it a few times. I didn't feel much pain and fell asleep slowly. The next day, my father wanted me to get better quickly and gave me an infusion bag or bottle himself. It didn't take long for my ears to stop hurting and get better. But this matter will never be forgotten in my mind.
There is one more thing that I remember vividly. It was the second grade, and mumps was prevalent in school. Many students got the disease. Dad said mumps is contagious. They are all worried. One day, I was having a class in the classroom and felt pain on both sides of my chin. My chin hurts even more when I get home, and I have a big red envelope. I was scared to tears. Dad saw it and said, "No, you have mumps, too." I'm scared in my heart. My father went to the hospital to buy medicine by bike again. When my father came back, he brushed ointment on my face and wrapped it in gauze. It is said that cactus paste can relieve pain. The next day, my parents pulled out several cactus plants, mashed the cactus and brushed it on my face as medicine to make me get better faster. No matter how many thorns there are on the cactus, dad is strong and doesn't care at all. Gradually, my illness recovered. But this incident will remain in my childhood memory forever.
My parents care about me, and I have to be considerate of my parents and be an obedient boy. One day at noon, I came home from school early and saw that my parents were still at work, so I wanted to do something. At this time, I saw the empty rice cooker and went into the kitchen. I filled three bowls of rice as crystal clear as snow from the rice bag. I put it in the pot, turned on the water pipe and washed the rice several times. Then I guess I poured some boiling water, plugged in the power supply, pressed the button and started steaming rice. Mother found the rice steamed after work. She was shocked: "I didn't tell you how much rice to put and how much water to add, but you can still steam rice!" " What worries parents is really a good boy. "I'm so happy eating delicious rice and listening to mom and dad's praise.
From this incident, I understand that parents care about us, and we should also repay their kindness in raising us and be a filial child.