I am always so easily moved, because nature contains infinite vitality and always affects my feelings. Not only a star, a leaf, a drop of water is enough to stir up the heart lake and make ripples around it.
The sky in Wan Li is so deep and vast; Stars and Korea win glory, so dazzling; Breeze and drizzle are so touching and soft.
Open the window, there is a unique warmth in the night. Thousands of lights, starlight flashing on the road, the moon has climbed the treetops, and the branches are heavy. Silence is fermenting in the blue sky, and cicadas are heard from time to time. The breeze blows across the face, and the stars give off a cold and faint light, appearing and disappearing. Every time I look at the stars, I can always calm my anxious heart and make my mood suddenly clear. When I am lonely, it is the star that accompanies me, and it illuminates the dead corner of my heart with its own brilliance; When I am pessimistic and disappointed, it is the stars that comfort me and encourage me. It blinks and soothes my depressed mood. Star, your glance always touches my feelings.
Walking on the boulevard, it is already late autumn. Stepping on the path paved with a thick layer of fallen leaves, there is no sound, no smell, and I feel extraordinarily calm inside. The autumn afternoon sun shines through the jagged branches, casting mottled and finely divided shadows. I can't help thinking back to those days when I unexpectedly looked up and saw the shade of trees. I am in awe of death. The reincarnation of the four seasons shows that time flies, which can not help but affect my nostalgia for the past and sadness for the present.
Pick up a yellow leaf and touch its concave and convex veins. It touches my heart like a weather-beaten old man's forehead. I wandered for a long time in the rainy season of youth and experienced numerous tests. Will I carve different shades in my heart like this fallen leaf? ?
Time goes by like water, and I find myself so easily moved by everything in nature. Thank you-nature has left a trace of emotional accumulation for my ordinary trivial life.
Dandelion affects my feelings.
"Give you the lightness of a dandelion, I hope to be moved by everything!" The words of my friends in my classmates' books came into my sight without warning, and there lay a soft and white dandelion. The breeze blew, and it danced lightly in the air. I looked at the pure white elf in surprise and trance, and my thoughts returned to the summer when dandelions were flying. ...
When I was a child, I lived with my aunt in the country. In early summer, flowers bloom on the mountain behind the house. At this time, my brothers and sisters and I are always running happily. Clusters of red azaleas, yellow spring flowers and lilacs are dazzling and really beautiful. I clapped my hands happily, skipping and picking these colorful flowers, and I was very busy. "Ah, what is this?" My little cousin pointed to a place in surprise and shouted at us. So we all leaned in curiously. I saw a bunch of white unknown flowers standing proudly in the sun, and they flew lightly when the wind blew. "This ..." We all looked at it with wide eyes, but we couldn't name it.
"This is dandelion." I don't know when Mr. Gu, the "old pedant" in the village, also came to our side. He gave us a meaningful look, adjusted his glasses, and then said, "Dandelion is never satisfied with staying in a remote corner. It yearns for freedom and likes to travel to the outside world. " After listening to this, everyone nodded. Then I casually fondled the little white velvet flower. Although everyone didn't understand the old gentleman at that time, it didn't affect our mood at all. From then on, we all fell in love with dandelion. After dinner, we all flew back to the hillside. We picked a handful of dandelion and blew it gently, and the seeds of dandelion blossomed one after another. Small white velvet flowers are all around us, floating on the hillside, carrying our laughter and flying away with hope. ...
At that time, we were carefree every day. Like happy dandelions, we flew around country roads, over old houses, over dense forests and into golden sunshine under the breeze. ...
Just because I want to go to school in the city, I soon bid farewell to the lively and even noisy compound. When I cried goodbye to my former friends, brothers and sisters, and even dandelions flying on the back hillside, my childhood memories came to an abrupt end.
After studying in the city for two years, I happened to meet my cousin who had just entered the city to attend high school. I excitedly pulled her and asked, "Remember the dandelion on the hillside behind my aunt's house? It's really memorable ..... "My cousin was stunned when she heard this, but she immediately laughed:" Oh, I said you are still so naive. What's interesting about dandelion? It's not interesting at all. " After that, I shook my head casually, with a sneer in my eyes, as if laughing at my ignorance and innocence. I am speechless and can only choose silence.
At this moment, I silently looked at the dandelion flying in front of me and slowly closed my eyes.
Yes, it is impossible to return the things that have passed away, and I will cherish them forever. At least, there are eternal truths in my life.
dandelion ...
That smile touched my feelings.
It was a very shallow smile, too shallow to be noticed. But I clearly read his concern from his soft mouth. Every time I stare at the kind smile in the black frame, my endless feelings are slowly infected. ...
My thoughts wander in the memory of my childhood. He always likes to laugh. He always likes to hug me and rub my face with his "prickly" cheek, which makes my face itchy and painful. I tried my best to avoid it, but my desire unexpectedly rose. From time to time, he kissed my face with his big mouth full of smoke and smiled, and then let me sit on his broad and strong shoulders and play with his big ears, taking me to enjoy flying. ...
My thoughts drift to the sea of my hometown. In the sunset, he took my little hand with his warm big hand and carried a small plastic bag on the other side. We talked and laughed all the way to the golden beach under the setting sun. It is a wonderful thing to watch the sea with him. He gently put my little hand into the cool sea water, waiting for the distant waves to come to us and bloom into a string of white pearls in my little hand. That was my first contact with the sea. Looking at my happy appearance, he smiled at me affectionately, and there was an imperceptible nostalgia in his mouth, but I was too young to understand his nostalgia. He took me to catch crabs and shells on the beach, which made me feel like Alibaba. In front of a huge and magical treasure house, he was a spell. We sat on the beach, and in the salty sea breeze, he told me stories about the sea, such as the crossing of the sea by the Eight Immortals, which opened a window for me to spy on folk literature in the twilight. ...
My last memory of him is that time watching the sea. Soon after, my parents took me away from my hometown. When I saw him again, he had become a black-and-white photo of Zhang Yongyuan embedded in a black-framed photo frame. Adults told me that he slept for a long time. When I nodded vaguely, I couldn't understand the sadness in the corner of adults' eyes. When I grow up, I know that this person who loves me has gone and will never come back. ...
He is my grandfather.
Poetry affects my feelings.
Bright red leaves, I picked up the most brilliant one; In the afterglow, I saw the most beautiful place; In the spring of Lingling, I hold the clearest one; In the vast knowledge sky, I choose the most charming poems to bring me satisfaction, let them affect my feelings and soar in the sky.
Poetry will affect my understanding of the phrase "an old horse crouching tiger, aiming at a thousand miles;" In the rhetoric of "Martyr's old age, March forward bravely", Cao Cao's majestic spirit made me appreciate the heroism and self-confident ambition as a strategist. Reading his lofty aspirations, my heart also stirred up and cheered up.
Poetry touched my feelings in the Eastern Jin Dynasty. The dark society and the intrigue officialdom made Tao Yuanming resolutely return to nature and pursue the leisure and self-satisfaction of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely". From his leisure, I feel that the most authentic temperament of human beings can only be obtained from nature, and the purest leisure in life can only be obtained through creation.
In a romantic world, poetry touched my feelings. "One day, I will ride the long wind, break through the stormy waves, sail straight and build a bridge on the deep sea." This kind of open-mindedness aroused in depression is unique to Li Bai, right? This hopeful attitude towards the future is brought by Li Bai's romanticism, right? His open-mindedness and broad-mindedness not only make me admire him, but also make me take it as a benchmark to face the setbacks in my life.
Poetry has brought my feelings into the dim moonlight. At night, drinking sake and looking at the full moon are as sad as spring water. "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain or shine. It is difficult to finish. I hope that people will last for a long time and have a good scenery. " It should come from that kind of sadness, right Su Shi, a master of literature, interprets and wishes the feeling of missing brothers. Shouldn't we also abandon our troubles and treat tomorrow with a blessing attitude?
Poetry is a clear spring in my heart. From then on, I wandered in the clouds, listening to the voice of poetry, letting poetry affect my feelings and looking for my happiness in poetry.
Snowflakes affect my feelings.
The news of winter came slowly, and I saw falling snowflakes, exquisite and spotless, dancing like catkins and butterflies. I silently reveled in this romantic and beautiful artistic conception, quietly watching the snowflakes falling one by one.
Looking at the cloudy sky, I wonder what will happen in these nine days. Perhaps it is a happy spirit, with a pair of white wings, waving a flashing wand and scattering happy notes on the earth with snowflakes; Perhaps it is a beautiful fairy, wearing a pure long skirt and swaying a light skirt, giving the world infinite poetry with snowflakes.
Thought of here, I can't help laughing, in fact, I prefer to listen to the slight sound of snowflakes falling, which is hazy, comfortable and exciting. You may say that the snowflake is silent, but I can feel its vibration when it falls to the ground. It was the listening of the soul, so quiet and charming, as if everything had just woken up.
In the snow all over the sky, I seem to see a childish smile, youthful vitality, and that kind of indifference; I saw the wheat seedlings in the field covered with quilts, the branches covered with crystal white, and the world wrapped in silver was soft and silent. Cen Can's "Spring Breeze Melts Rain and Blows Open the Petals of Ten Thousand Pear Trees" is such an appropriate description! I'm afraid pear blossoms are not as good as the long falling snowflakes.
Hold out your hand slowly, it's so cold! A petal fell gently in my hand, cool, and it didn't take long to melt away slowly, as if it had never existed. I can't help but sigh that snowflake's life is short, and it has only experienced a process from heaven to underground. I left in a hurry before I could experience the beauty of the world. But look at the moment when she dances, how touching. Although that kind of beauty is only a moment, and then a return trip, but this short moment will become the eternity of her life. Even in the ice and snow, even if they die immediately, their steps will not be flustered, their dancing will not be messy, they will not stop pursuing the meaning of life, and they will fall to the ground happily and return to their mother's arms. They are so calm, tapping on the window gently, rustling like a relaxed music.
Lu Xun's Snow says that snow is dead rain and the soul of rain. I think that's right. When the snow really melted and completed her mission, she did not disappear, but completed the sublimation of life and the rebirth of the soul. Some people say that it is spring when the snow melts. I quite agree with this sentence. Snow not only brings the beauty of winter, but also brings the news that spring is coming.
Snow, you have taught me so much, I believe I will have the most beautiful bloom in my life, even for a moment.