Drink with a bucket of water.
The wind swept away a cloud.
Those brilliant wild flowers and unremarkable weeds.
There was a sudden shower.
How many hot and dry seedlings and fruits have been cooled?
In memory ...
A lightly slung schoolbag
Broken pages and pencil tips that are too short to use.
Along the bamboo forest, a man trotted.
Both sides are lined with azaleas and cherry blossoms.
The clear stream gurgled down the hill.
Even the delicate trees on the cliff have irresistible visual impact.
In memory ...
The first ray of sunshine slanted into the tea forest.
Under the protection of pine and cypress
Gently remove the exposed tip with your fingertips.
Put it in a bamboo basket.
Drink the tea that has cooled down as soon as possible after you go home.
Endless happiness returns.
In memory ...
Sheng Xia Zhishi, idle.
Bamboo forest has become people's favorite.
Invite some partners and pick up some bamboo sticks.
Make a homemade hut in the forest.
Perhaps there is nothing more fulfilling than this.
Tie a swing next to it
It can go from a hot afternoon to dusk.
In memory ...
Gui Xiang, which is scattered at any time, tells that it is another season of gluttony.
Eat all the kiwis and chestnuts on the tree.
Or you can change wild grapes and hawthorn.
Those wild fruits that can't be named still can't be named.
I just don't remember.
What other corners didn't leave the footprints of laughter at that time?
Some touches from time to time
Generally with the taste of "gluttony"
In memory ...
When snow becomes the theme of the world
I always like to be the first person to step on the snow that no one has stepped on.
Draw various patterns or print some snowmen.
As for bamboo bent by snow,
Snowflakes fell from the branches under strong shaking.
Dancing like crazy again.
Or bring a homemade hoe.
Dig out the bluegrass buried in the snow in the mountains and plant it in a flowerpot.
Until early spring, the fragrance filled the courtyard.
In retrospect, ...
Although the road is not a road, how many stories can it carry?
Go along the path.
In the shade of the tree, the scene of laughing when I was a child came to my mind.
Up to now, only the corners of the mouth are smiling and disappointed.
Deep breathing is inevitable, it is a gift from nature.
Take an old dog and set foot on the rugged path in the field.
Like I said,
Every time I go back, it's like a trip: freedom and enjoyment.
In fact, I just enjoy the memories while breathing freely.
Prose poems about memory 2 cherry blossoms on the roadside.
Looking blankly at the sky outside the window, time flies so fast.
I just hold the pen and can't write a word.
It seems very late now.
What about the stars outside the window?
Never seen it.
The white street lamp downstairs didn't rest all night.
No one passed by. Sometimes,
It feels a little bleak.
In fact, when passing by, no one necessarily cares.
What am I doing?
I don't know,
I didn't write anything today
It really seems to be Pinellia ternata.
In the headphones, the Eagle Hotel in California keeps ringing.
Although I have no idea what he is singing.
Doesn't seem important.
It's two o'clock in the morning,
What are those people doing on the other side of the earth?
Take a nap?
Or am I in another time and space?
Do you have the habit of staying up late?
Who will he think of in his dream or in bed at such a moment?
Maybe there are countless forks in the road at a certain time and space node,
I don't live well in this time and space.
Pinellia ternata is in a daze at night.
It seems that after a long time,
My hands are numb,
The mobile phone is flashing on the table,
No one came to me.
My favorite thing to do before,
Is to leave all traces of those who have walked through my life,
So I collected a lot of old notebooks.
There are many articles,
Many diaries.
However, it's time to go.
Don't talk if you can't stay.
When the wind blows to the north,
Willow trees in April are scattered with rootless flocs in the wind.
Before,
Will be sad in this season.
at present
The water in my eyes,
Clear and calm.
Time is running out,
Pinellia leaves spring.
The weather in Jiangbei is far more unpredictable than I thought.
It seems that there are only summer and winter.
Spring and autumn are too short,
Just as I was about to catch it, I turned a corner and disappeared.
The light dimmed,
Breathing becomes so clear.
In the open space,
I can't even see a lonely shadow.
So when you get used to loneliness, you won't find someone to comfort you.
I don't want to contact those who left.
I can't find a suitable reason to speak.
So forget it.
At night,
The light is on,
A bright lamp locks the freedom of a city.