Appreciation of selected essays with beautiful artistic conception Part I: Meeting the author in a flower: a smile in the world of mortals
Meet, what a beautiful word!
When Lin met Xu Zhimo, she met romance. You are love, not warmth, you are April day on earth. ? Love at first sight, love at first sight.
San Mao met Jose and wrote a beautiful story. ? Half peacefully in the soil, half flying in the wind; Half in the shade and half in the sun. ? Once in the sea, never leave.
Zhang Ailing met Hu Lancheng and made a legend. ? Seeing him, she became very, very low, as low as dust. But her heart is happy? . This joy, this flower in the dust, is the cause of previous lives, right?
Meet, a word is like honey, warm enough to make people move. It seems that in the dead of night, the woman floating in the painting just wants to meet her sweetheart and smile.
Meeting is in the softest time, along the long lane paved with bluestone, in the faint misty rain, holding a lilac-like girl with an oil-paper umbrella.
Listen to Ju Ping's Flowers as Media, appreciate the flowing songs and bizarre stories, and endless love will unfold slowly in a flower, with ups and downs. With flowers as the medium, such love stories are always exciting. How amazing and touching it is to meet in a flower!
Meeting in a flower should be fate. He came and you happened to be there.
Meet in a flower, it should be old and soft, brushing away the dust of the years, no matter how many vicissitudes you have experienced, looking back, peace remains.
I like flowers very much. Grandma likes flowers. When she was over eighty, I had to water and fertilize the flowers in the garden with a bamboo pole, so that even toddlers would run around with small cups on their backs. Mom loves flowers, and when she goes out, she will never touch them again, whether they are real or fake.
Love may come from the bones; Becoming attached to flowers may not need a reason.
Many times, when I am tired of reading, I will go to the balcony, where my favorite pots of flowers are blooming. In the sun, light shines into the heart and eyes. Holding a watering can, wiping off the dust one by one, humming a tune. At that time, the heart was quiet, surrounded by comfort, and there was only a smile in the world.
Many times, I put down my book, removed the flowers from the balcony basin by basin, fertilized them, pruned them, and moved them back basin by basin, lamenting that this earthly fireworks is actually connected with warmth.
I have always liked the brilliance, brightness and tenacity of flowers. A shovel of earth, a meter of sunshine, a drop of water, that delicate and magical flower will bloom brilliantly. Vigorous or taciturn, it seems that the whole body is stubborn. I often think that the meeting between flowers and people and between people should also be a kind of fate, right? Otherwise, why did so many flowers and people meet this flower and this person? And why this flower, this person will become your favorite, isn't this fate?
On that day, you jumped over Qian Shan with a bunch of flowers in your hand and suddenly came to me. The world is sunny in an instant. ? You come and I'll pick you up; If you don't come, I will wait for you? Your words made my world burst into tears.
Ma De said:? The best thing about life is that you never know who will be waiting for you in the next quarter, neither too early nor too late. .
Yes, meeting is a tree blooming. Walking into a city and falling in love with someone, all the reasons are pale except the heartbeat, and all the waiting is worthwhile, isn't it?
When I was a child, I used to like a flower called poppy because of its wildness and beauty. I clearly remember that when I go back to my hometown every summer, I will always see several poppies in my grandmother's yard, which are stunning. Grandma's joint hurts badly, so she has to plant several plants in the yard every year. When ripe, she will pick the fruit and boil it to relieve the pain, which is the most economical and painful remedy in the country. At that time, I was ignorant of the world and didn't know much about this flower. I just dreamt naughtily that being a poppy would make my favorite man drink the magic of love.
Time is like water, and the rings are safe. Think about it, the most beautiful feeling in the world is to wipe out that thrilling joy at the moment of looking at each other, and then sigh, seeing each other late. Among thousands of people, one person comes into your life neither too early nor too late. What kind of fate is this? The wilderness of time, always in the dark, impartial, let you drink the way of love.
Bai Luomei said,? All the encounters in the world are reunions after a long separation. ? Therefore, all the reunions in the world after a long separation are just like the first time.
Life is a song. Over the years, those tiny bits and pieces that moved us are like flying flowers in a dream, and the fragrance is like the first sight. Aside from happiness, those flowers are the most beautiful scenery in life. Time flies to dry all traces, and when we look for the fragrance of paper and ink, we can still hear the sound of flowers.
I have always believed that there are encounters in this world, not on the road, but in my heart; There is a feeling, not to get along with each other day and night, but to accompany them silently. A language doesn't have to make a sound, but every word is talking; A yearning has nothing to do with distance, but it can change things.
How wonderful and wonderful it is to meet in a flower. Quietly with heartache, no words, but a drunken dream for thousands of years?
? For my heart, for your heart, we will know each other and remember each other deeply. ? Love is a meter of sunshine, but also a kind of understanding and cherish!
Years, can't keep the past, so leave a flower and concentrate on poetry. You can get into the play at a glance, dream soul!
Appreciation of Prose with Beautiful Artistic Conception Part II: A delicate fragrance on Ying sleeve lightly touches all sentient beings. Have you always been used to it? Do it at sunrise and rest at sunset? It's rare to calm down at night and slowly color life.
It is already night, leaning against the railing and looking into the distance, the Leng Yue on the roof is like a hook, and the cold star shines. Who can see it? The shadow of the long street is as thin as a bean, the wind blows the bead curtain, the flute asks the plum blossom to be modest, time flies, and the screen is full of incense. ......
The wind of the years is colorful, and December is far-reaching. Do you write about the depths of love? Like cutting, like cutting, like grinding?
Two days ago, it snowed, and the plum blossoms in Bauhinia Park quietly opened, mostly in Bai Mei, as ice as jade.
Spread snow for publicity, and draw a plum blossom with snow with Fenghua pen dipped in ink. Stop and read, as if it were the impression of a distant city. Like a focal plane, it gradually becomes clear and comes to you. Suddenly, it turned around again and floated away in the disappearing smoke.
She blooms in the coldest branches, waiting for a bosom friend. Ice and snow can't drown it. I love what I love, and I have no regrets, only for Iraqis. Think of it as pure as ice, hope it is crystal clear as a diamond, and pity it as lonely as smoke.
In my dream, how many times did I look for her through knee-deep snow? That year, in a dark dream at dusk, next to the Twenty-four Bridge, I turned into a duckweed floating on the Slender West Lake, quietly interpreting a poem hidden in the vast spring, with a simple heart, for nothing else, just to be a sleeve of misty mountains and hold the arms of a time.
Tonight, the ink mark is faint, the humble room is fragrant, and there is no dispute or complaint.
Plums do not blossom easily, nor do they strive for spring, but only report spring. Wang Mian once wrote a poem by Yongmei, and he recited it in Bridled Eyebrows? This body is in a forest of ice and snow, and different peaches and plums are mixed; Suddenly, the fragrance of the night was scattered like a dry spring in Wan Li. ? And look at his ink plum? The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks. Don't let people boast of lewdness, just let the air be full of dry Kun? How good the quality of Mei is! "Operator Liu You? Yongmei? Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual. ? What is praised to the extreme is the character of Zanmei!
Tonight I am not arty, but I am destined to be with Mei in my life, no less than Mei's wife, who lived in seclusion in the lonely mountain of Hangzhou in the Song Dynasty. Linbu. I love Mei, and I admire her nobility without losing modesty, elegance without lacking tenacity, indifference without lacking responsibility.
Facing the faint fragrance of Yi Sleeve, make a pot of clear Longjing, wash away the ink and then put pen to paper. The moon outside the window is hazy.
Selected Prose Appreciation with Beautiful Artistic Conception Part III: Waiting for you, at the next intersection, I thought a beautiful encounter would be a stumbling block in my life. Looking back at this moment, everything is gone. I am still silly to stay where I met, and you have gone far. Many people come and go in a hurry. Destined to be just a epiphyllum in the eyes of the other party, no matter how beautiful it is, it is only a moment. Even if you try hard to keep it, it will be in vain in the end. True love does not need to be retained. You are an invincible flower in each other's heart and in your heart.
Maybe two lives are very close, just to run counter to each other. I can't hide from time, and I can't find the beauty that I once met.
A flower is given to spring, thinking that a love affair, as long as it persists, will bloom into a brilliant summer flower until eternity. We forget that flowers will wither when they are in full bloom. No matter how hard you try to bloom a beautiful period, in the end, you will be disappointed and wither in the bleak autumn wind. Looking at the lonely autumn wind sweeping away the leaves from a distance, it fills the sadness of parting again and again. Where is the spring breeze in life? So, is there so much autumn in life as spring?
Only in this boundless world, everything is beautiful and has a destiny. Too many emotions, like enchanting flowers, can survive spring and summer, but can't survive the cold in autumn and winter. There is no need to stay too much, the leaves leave, not because the trees don't stay, but because of the fate of reincarnation. Stones will not rot and the sea will not dry up. I don't need time to answer, my love stayed on the day we met.
No matter how far you go in this life. I don't even want to see you again in the afterlife. Not because I don't love you, nor because I don't miss you, but I don't want to see you leave in the same way again. I'm afraid to see your distant back again. I am afraid that my sad tears will cover my sad face. Perhaps, every encounter is for the departure of the next intersection; Maybe you left because at the next intersection, there is a better meeting waiting for you to cherish and have.
Although he is not a heartless person, he is even more unwilling to keep a distant expectation and freeze himself into an empty city. I always believe that every encounter is beautiful and every parting is destiny takes a hand. Some people, what if they have strong retention? Your persistence, when you can't get his refusal, is better than letting go, giving the other party freedom, not complaining, not deliberately forgetting.
Everyone has his own sky, a bird bound in a cage, you won't understand that it lost its painful eyes when flying; The feelings tied to each other's hearts, you can't understand how strong the shackles that are eager to escape are! In life, there will always be a suitable person who is on the way to date you. As long as you are willing to wait and believe that there is beauty in the world, then beauty will have a beautiful encounter with you
When we escape from the shackles of sadness and shout at the sun, you will find that there are still many beautiful things in life waiting for us to cherish and appreciate. Even if the old feelings disappear, life goes on, and your own shadow is still with you in the light. Where there is light, you won't feel lonely and lonely. Even if the autumn grass dries up, there are still Jin Ju all over the mountains; Even in the cold winter, there are still plum blossoms. At least in the cold wind, there are snowflakes that dazzle the dancing elves.
You see, the autumn wind has come, and the maple leaves flying all over the mountain have been blown red, all of them are tender, and passionate feelings are full of mountains and rivers in Qian Shan. Autumn clouds are coming. Look at Yun Ni jumping in the water all over the sky. There are clouds in the sky and clouds in the water. Without lush and uneven leaves to shade the sun, the clouds are more beautiful, the sky is bluer, the water is clearer and the eyes are brighter.
Who said that only spring blossoms are gentle? Who said that only summer flowers can be charming? Aren't there flowers in autumn and winter?
Life is too short to wait for too much parting, and there is not much time for us to waste. People who don't care about you can't stay; People who care about you will not leave. Only by cherishing will fate be more like old wine and agarwood.
We can accept the beginning of all good feelings, so we should have the courage to accept the painful parting. Where are you going? It happens all the time. Everyone has to experience something, and then learn to look down and learn to be mature. Sometimes, I really hope that time stays in those beautiful past, so that time goes slower and slower. But the reality is cruel after all, and many things will not change because of our wishes.
Those who are affectionate and alienated slowly slide in the distance of time and can never pursue the past brilliantly. Looking back, we can only freeze the gorgeous past into eternal beauty in our hearts. Maybe one day, when you stop obsessing about those who left, you will suddenly be really open-minded and understand that everything you want is only temporary. As time goes by, you will drift away and have no books to find.
So I also understand that the journey of life is to make your soul understand, not to hurt spring and grieve autumn.
Far away, let it go, what you should cherish is the beauty in front of you. Why dwell on the past and bring some negative emotions to the present? The past was beautiful, and now we should grasp and cherish it more. You should know how to precipitate on the road of life, know how to act and know how to cherish, because what is lost will never come again. The people who have been with you through the storm are the noble people in your life and the people you should cherish.
The past is only suitable for nostalgia, not for addiction. Only today really belongs to you. However, where will you and I be in the future? Nobody knows. Liu Yong has a saying in Four Seasons of the Mind:? Looking back on the past, only to enlighten the future; Grasping the present is after creation. ? We miss the past because we learned to have the present and a better future in the process of losing it.
On the road of life, you will always meet too many people, but not all of them are as beautiful as you think. Everything comes with fate, cherish it when you come, and send it when you go. Not deliberately, not to retain. Who is the passerby? Who is whose forever? No one knows until the end. Leave, stay, there are reasons for his existence, don't be too persistent. Winter has passed and spring will come. Some people have left, and some people are waiting for you at the next intersection.