The night is so beautiful, like a gentle woman, quietly stepping on the path of the bluestone, with some rain melancholy and some dreams blurred. There is deep warmth in the text, such as the faint memory, which vaguely gives birth to some broken thoughts of poetry. I can't count how many happy memories I cherish and how many traces of years I have coded in such a night. If I can keep a fleeting time like water with the time when a flower blooms, I hope I can spend my whole life making beautiful memories in a quiet hut ...
Many years ago, Lin came to see me in such a peaceful rainy night. Under the soft light, my shy eyes couldn't avoid his affectionate gaze. He took my hand and said softly, "You are like a lovely little lamb, beautiful and clever, with maternal tenderness and kindness ..." I blushed and hid like a fly ... Lin was leaving, and he asked me, "Can I come to see you often?" I smiled quietly without saying anything, and he smiled ...
Later, I became Lin's wife, and we had our own children and a happy family. After a lot of storms, this home is still warm. After I am busy every day, I sit quietly under the lamp and read quietly, and Lin is becoming more and more like a playful child, having fun every day!
On such a calm day, I can't remember how many twinkling dreams have slipped through my eyes and how many fleeting memories I have in my hands. I still seem to be a woman who likes dreaming, quietly twisting some beautiful sadness and happiness in faint words.
I often go back to my childhood village in the clear night, dreaming of my father's thick figure and seeing him coming to me with sweat ... I kept rummaging through his bag in surprise, trying to dig out many good things from it. With a kind smile on his face, my father stroked my head with his big warm hand and said, "Slow down, slow down ..." And I always took away a lot of delicious food before my brother arrived, so my brother had to exchange it with picture books!
On a summer night, the stars flashed mysterious dreams, and the village in the grass rang with songs ... All the neighbors came, and everyone sat in the open space in front of my house, chatting while enjoying the cool. I cleverly shook the cattail leaf fan in my hand, gently fanning my father cool ... The lights in other people's houses became clear and dim, and the laughter of men and women became louder and louder, but smaller ... The night was filled with joy and happiness while the insects were playing ...
This memory eventually became a kind of words, which injected traces of time, while my father's smile was left to dreams forever and to fleeting time ... However, like fireworks, they gradually dissipated with the wind, but those fond dreams can never be erased from my memory, like the faint light outside the window, like a fluttering smile, faint and bright, like a spark, like a bright moon ..... I don't know if my father and mother ever sighed like this when they were children. Are there too many melancholy and sadness in their loving eyes? Many years later, when I looked at their gentle smiles again and again, when I found more and more white hair from their temples again and again, I was happy and sad. How I wish I were a child who would never grow up!
If I can spend a blooming time to keep a fleeting time like water, I hope I can spend my whole life making beautiful memories in a quiet cabin, finding a quiet place and being a quiet child ...
A flower may tell a beautiful story, and a leaf may float down. The tenderness and impetuousness that have gradually faded away are gradually blurred, leaving a cool and peaceful mind to filter quietly, to understand and tolerate, to cherish and be grateful ...
At midnight, I walked into the words and memories, and the stars flashed with heavy dreams. The farther I wanted to speak, the more I wanted to hide, and with soft lights, I melted into the faint clear color ... But what should I be busy with? What will I gain? Then I began to be confused again! Passing in front of that shabby shop in the morning, I saw that ugly old woman look at me with disdain: who wants your broken text? I ran away in shame .......
I once hid in the bushes and dared not come out, but the wind did come. It was blowing the tip of the grass, so gently, indeed! I heard Ba Jin shouting: True feelings, son, use true feelings! Yang Shuo said: Passion, son, use passion! I poked my head out and smiled!
The professor with glasses looked at me and grinned: Didn't you see that Yu Qiuyu was advocating "big culture"? I was surprised when I suddenly saw Yang Yongkang holding a book in a subtle mode, which read: montage consciousness. I am puzzled: why is he shouting on the third street and running on the fourth street? Is it necessary for me to get lost on fifth street and wander around sixth street? I saw that ugly old woman smiling at me with malicious intent again, then "bah" spit and left with her fat ass twisted.
vulgar, completely vulgar! My self-esteem was hurt, and the only line of defense in my heart was torn open-
So I scribbled the words, and the "experts" warned me with metaphysical academic theory: you can't send out these personal love songs, and everyone will have aesthetic fatigue! I tried my best to defend myself: I wrote it with my heart. I want to thank the world and tolerate it with a warm style! "Expert" shook his head: worthless, useless!
I'm completely desperate! I'm completely lost! Which direction should I go?
when the wind blows over the grass tip, it blows gently, and my heart vibrates, gently! I saw the dew on the grass tip laughing like a child, and the sunshine didn't stint its love at all. I know that autumn has come, and winter will follow. When winter comes, the snow will float in the future. At that time, I will see its purity and beauty, although there will be some filth hidden under the snow, I also know it! But I just didn't say it, I just didn't see it. When can I change my stubborn bad temper?
I lie in bed and read at night. What good words and feelings! I laughed, and suddenly I cried like a child! How did I become a bookworm? I saw those beautiful words falling like rain flowers, falling all over the world; I ran desperately, running in the streets full of poems and running in the long lanes full of love; I jumped at the sea, I got on the ship, and I stood on the bridge of sighs ...
Damn it, you madman! A basin of water was poured out of the opposite window: you brainless guy, how can you walk? I was shocked: why am I wrong again? Why do I want to peek at other people's balconies? Didn't he just grow some vegetables in a flowerpot on the balcony? Why don't I buy it myself?
I hurriedly picked up my pocket and walked down the street. I had to catch up with the last wave of vegetables, or the fresh vegetables would be snapped up again!
hey, kid, what are you squeezing around for? What's delicious about greenhouse vegetables? Go home and plant them yourself. How original it is!
I stopped and nodded thoughtfully, but I didn't understand! The original ecology is good, eating sweet and pure! There's nothing wrong with the greenhouse. Eat fresh! So what should I eat today? Should I eat today? I'm confused, hey, I'm a little idiot!
The wind blows over the grass tip, and I'm hungry. I want to eat, but I still want to eat. My stomach won't allow it!
whatever, let's eat first and get those critics out of the door first! I saw them tear my words into pieces and throw them in ...
Hehe, tear them up and throw them away. Anyway, I'm going to eat, I'm going to write, I'm going to breathe the sunshine, I'm going to be grateful, and I'm going to be tolerant! I saw the disdainful expression of the old woman in the broken shop. After she finished eating bananas, there was still leftover food on her lips: Forget it if you don't buy it, go away, go away!
I smiled. I saw the wind blowing through the grass tip, really blowing through the grass tip, and a dewdrop slipped gently ...
The next day, I saw the grass grow taller. It sucked the crystal dew, and it absorbed the warmth and love of the sun. Perhaps, it will thank the world and tolerate the world with beautiful colors.