A person, came to the pear garden, listening to the flowers fall. This has been my habit for many years.
Quiet pear garden, occasionally butterflies fly down. As a result, a pear flower overflowed slightly and the garden was full of flowers.
The elegant fragrance has become a plain and graceful clear word, which shows at the bottom of my heart that you and I stood under the pear tree and looked at each other as white as snow.
That year, pear blossoms were in full bloom.
You set up an easel under the pear tree.
O, eye movement, clothes floating, writing.
So, those birds, butterflies, flowers, and dimples rising from my mouth have all become the protagonists in your paintings.
You said, I don't want an afterlife, I just want this life, and we have been to each other and will never meet.
Birds sing for us; Butterflies dance for us; The trees are full of pears.
Another year of pear blossoms.
We met in the pear garden. You said, you want to leave Suzhou, leave the pear garden, carry an easel on your back and pursue the sky and the sea.
You said, on the day of success, you will meet my pear garden again.
You said, wait for me
I didn't stay. I know you are an eagle and belong to the sky.
The birds stopped singing; Butterflies stop flying; Pears fell all over the tree.
In a few years, this will be a beautiful day in name only.
People become different. Today is not yesterday.
Ten years later, I took my young son to the "Yanyulou" next to the pear garden to see the art exhibition.
The four-year-old son pointed to a painting and said loudly, Mom, look, this painting is really beautiful!
I followed my son's little hand and burst into tears when I watched it.
In this picture, a tree looks like a pear. The girl under the tree, dressed in full dress, smiled like a flower.
The inscription reads: the tree is full of pear blossoms like snow, and the flowers will meet you.
"How much is this painting?" A customer is asking.
"I'm sorry, sir, this painting is not for sale. It is my ten-year treasure and my commitment to a person. "
Ten years later, the familiar voice is still the same as yesterday. I am no longer the woman in white with pear blossoms and rain.
Close at hand, far away.
Pulling up his son's delicate arm, he fled in a hurry and didn't have the courage to look back.
Looking back, it is not yesterday.
I want to tell you that since you left, I will come here whenever pear blossoms are in full bloom.
Five years of waiting, finally lost to time, and finally became passers-by to each other.
Another year in pear flower falls.
At dusk, I came to the pear garden again. Only the boy in white never appeared again.
Pears are flying all over the tree like snow. It turns out that loneliness can be so charming.
I can't bear to look back on the past, only the pear flower falls one after another with quequeqing words, interpreting the legend. ...
Li Huaxue's Prose 2 When the sun sets in the west, dusk becomes a floating cloud, destined to radiate the brilliance of sunset glow on the horizon. This is a specific moment-night and day, and this year and that year are slowly changing into the biggest festival in the East.
This is the end and the beginning. At the moment, I stand on the horizon and review the cold winter frequently. Virtual spring seems more virtual-this cold and frosty world is just an undercurrent of life recovery, more like winter. The footsteps of spring have set foot on the earth, but it looks like a mysterious girl.
Big flowers are blooming in the air. Is this a spring flower? Bai Ruoshui Pear, colorful flowers made of these flying waters, is a tasteless and odorless figure, an ever-changing spiritual object, and an idea of singing poems and eulogizing songs.
The "Spring Festival" is soaked in pear blossoms, and red fireworks and red lanterns have become embellishments on the pear blossoms, and the Spring Festival is celebrated around the stove on a snowy night. In a bright light, a plate of jiaozi, a table to order food and a bottle of spirits let the whole family express their thoughts and affection in a thousand words on the wine table, with mixed feelings and full of hope, and a small toast to adjust the climax atmosphere.
I'm thinking: won't it be cold after New Year's Eve? Won't it be rough after this winter? Will you never look back after this year? During the Spring Festival, I will hold the other hand and disperse the cold air with warm sunshine. Then accompany another you out of winter, the pear blossoms in spring bloom again, and the snow falls at your feet, pure and beautiful, as beautiful as a snow.
It really snows in pear blossoms, and I am no longer cold, because there is another you, pear blossoms in spring, as white as snow.
Spring has come. Although the pear flower snow is underground, it gets wet when it is lightly touched on the sleeve. Although I held the stove, my clenched fist became a throbbing heat in my heart. Although I am wearing heavy clothes, my body wrapped in layers has become a cry hidden in the deep winter.
Spring has finally arrived. I am willing to accompany you to bid farewell to the past and feel melancholy for dyeing white hair. I am willing to stay with you until tomorrow, happy for an unexpected date. I am willing to accompany you to listen to the flowers, and elaborate from the beginning for a pear flower.
Spring has come. Quiet and beautiful years With the cycle of cold, summer, winter and spring, I have grown up year by year. You are happy all the way, because you are the spring in your heart, the pear blossom snow in spring, and the clouds in the snowflake.
A ray of sunshine appeared from the west. When dusk comes, I land with you, and then melt into an inseparable drop of water, a small flower blooming in spring, and a vast land full of pear blossoms and snowy moons. ...
Li Huaxue's prose Macun 3 pears are famous for their crispness, and the best fruit in wulongkou, Jiyuan has been famous for more than 50 years, especially in recent years. I heard that he was born on the beach, but his roots are solid and complicated, and his hands are intertwined. Although I can't count nine arms, my pear is clean. The purity of ambition is to grasp the meaning of heaven and earth and get the beauty of creation. Its flowers are bright and white, such as snow clusters. Its honey is sweet and bitter, and it carries spring grain to moisten the lungs and wrap sugar to relieve cough. In fact, the juice is fleshy, mellow and refreshing, supplemented by pear wine, which is extremely delicious. You will know that it is not the exclusive beauty treatment in Du Kang. I lived in my hometown for a long time and became famous very early. However, because it is close at hand, it can be reached at any time, and I have never been there, which is deeply regrettable. Today's spring, when the pear blossoms are in full bloom, is just a Qingming rest, so I went on a whim.
Cross the river beach, cross the ridge, find a place at the bank of Biqing Wheat Ridge and stop at Jincheng Rape Flower. The morning light is dim, the village is silent, the scenery is interesting, and there is no noise from chickens and dogs. I was stunned for a long time when I saw a half-withered old tree. Twist the straw into a wind chime and rejoice in its nature. Spring is brilliant everywhere, how can men and women be confined to the city of the sky? Woo hoo! The heart of hiking is also hot.
Close your eyes and concentrate your thoughts, as you think. In a trance, it seems that the wind blows grass seeds to the river, and birds sow flowers on the slope. The seed fist arched on the soil foundation. It's too loud. It's crawling under the stone. Gradually, the sound of jointing and swaying songs came and went, and the fairy music fluttered to welcome Dong Jun. The leaves are full of flowers, and the mushroom of the monarch is also. The fruit is fragrant, and the nectar of the monarch is also. Your eyes are open, the grass grows and the warbler flies. As soon as your sleeve blows, the forest is green and beautiful. The still water is boiling, the green fields are steaming, the fish jumps over the dragon, the birds fly over the phoenix, the trees soar into the sky, and the Qian Shan waters roar. ...
While wandering, my shoulders suddenly sank, and I woke up with a smile. But when I saw my father pointing at Penglai Snow in Yaochi, I came by mistake! Snowdrift Yushu Qiongpa, snow drift plain brocade without grain, snow drift wind quiet and fragrant, snow drift smoke village white painting! It is white, but it is moist, full of fragrance, and it is late spring, with layers of colors and colors. Looking from a distance, I feel infinite charm. When I get closer, I feel that my makeup is more natural. The tree is elegant, beautiful but not charming, beautiful but not charming, elegant but not vulgar, quiet but not lonely, far away from people.
I said to my father, "When I was young, there were seven or eight tung trees, two or three apples and grapes in the yard, but there were not so good pears. What? "
His father said to him, "The first grain of this tree was born in the sand. It is soft and slender. Sand can grind skin and break bones, and insects and ants are still swallowing. " However, the deeper the root system, the more dangerous it is. Only when the roots are deep can they take root, the wind will not pull out the sand and kill them, and the insects will not be afraid to eat ants. Only when the roots are deep can we draw deep water, and the temperature under the dark soil is low and the loss is small. It is more than enough to recover a lot of deep water sweetness, and the sugar accumulates day by day, which becomes real sweetness. If planted in the courtyard, one does not care for the sand wholeheartedly, and the other is slack, and the pear is tasteless. "
So I sighed again and again. Look at the lush, flat pear blossom snow, I respect it very much. Living for generations, insects and ants don't dig, keep quiet and true, and say nothing. Not hindered by danger, not frustrated by dark caves, although the root system is sparse and difficult to recover, but full of courage and firm will. More importantly, the crystal-clear flower sea gives people a beautiful feeling, and the rich and mellow fruit gives people a sumptuous meal. It can be said that it is a unique flower, fragrant in the bone, and people can't put it down.
A pear tree, a snow tree, and a thousand pear trees seem to hear the sound of snow waves crashing on the cliff. The sky is vast and the sound is clanking. What about those who want to know, those who want to be rewarded and those who want to be elegant? In other words, it is meaningless and comes from your heart. Those who know me give it songs, those who don't know me give it flowers and fruits. Farmers get what they want, sellers get what they want, and scholars get what they want. That's all.
Li Huaxue's Prose 4- 1
Say goodbye to a winter when the wall falls and everyone is quiet, pick up the string of words, tie the grievances of the world of mortals and freeze them in six petals of flowers; Pretend to be deep and dignified, bear the expectation of the flower season, feel refreshed, fly leisurely, melt into the pear flower snow, and recite poetic dreams. Oh, pear blossoms and snowy moons, covered with mountains and rivers, dance with affection, inject the connotation of the encounter between the galaxy and the mountains and rivers, and let the streams of love flow and flow to the distance.
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In the dream, the angel woke up the sleeping villa in a low voice. In the Chai Men, playful domestic dogs and aggressive roosters play cheerful and humorous symphonies, outlining a peaceful and quiet feeling. Plain clothes, the flower fairy among the fallen flowers and pears, is wrapped in silver. In this clean land, she has a pure dream. The story in the dream extends in the interval of 500 years, or turns around, or melodiously, and a folk song echoes in the valley for a long time. The oriole came quietly, reluctant to sing, afraid of waking up. It was a warm and elegant dream. I hope the story will spread its wings, fly far away and spread good luck.
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Pear blossoms and snowy moons bury hope, who plowed thousands of silver waves with this persistent love, planted tender feelings like water, played an earth-shattering movement, and interpreted the eternal theme. I really want to fly to play the pipa, listen to the sounds of nature, and look for the eternal expectation of true feelings in the snow waves. Vaguely remember, the laughter in the dream, the drunken lark as sweet and refreshing as a silver bell, I don't know how to sing the gentle movement of pear blossom and snowy moon. I really want to stand in this wonderful fantasy, find and feel the mirage, and feel the simple thoughts of pear blossoms and snowy moons.
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Never miss a faint sadness of pear blossom snow, can not stand the torture of drizzle and wind, was born in a cold world, was ravaged by cold springs. Sadness buried in the bottom of my heart, like a ruthless sword, crosses the sky, hoping to cut off countless cares. Only my heart is gentle and mercilessly burned by secular eyes. Oh, close your eyes, there is always a sad shadow in front of you, and you will never give up. It is far away, and you always want to tell your secrets with the pace of the season. It's always a synthesis that keeps cutting. When life has such a cry, it is stuck in the throat by the entanglement of the world of mortals. There is no language to express, only snow and pear tears. The story of pear flower is full of twists and turns, tears are astringent and sour, thin and long, not ostentatious or sad.
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Is there anyone who buries flowers but pears? Have you ever written a wish on pear flower stationery with deep affection? I don't know and I don't want to know. I can only concentrate on the distant scenery, so I fantasize that the beauty with red coat and pipa is really playing beautiful yearning with deep affection in this pear flower snow. Mountains and flowing water are still divine comedy, and the versions of various musical instruments are also for the same purpose, interpreting a piece of ice heart and a world of love. Only a bosom friend knows the profound connotation of pear tears. I really want to pick up pear snow and pear tears; It's easier to pick up pear blossoms than tears. But I want to shout, it will release my anguish, inspire my hope, light the torch of my dream, illuminate my heart and reflect my thoughts.