I looked at the gardenia that would shed tears and remembered that Lan told me that the flower language of gardenia is: pure friendship.
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I always like summer, because I can wear my favorite T-shirt in summer. There are blue sky and white clouds I like; There is my favorite gardenia; I have the best memories.
Every summer, Lan and I will hide in a place unknown to everyone except us, where there are many beautiful gardenias. We sat under the gardenia tree and looked up at the sky. The sky is blue and clear, and the clouds flow without leaving a trace. Lan gently picked a gardenia, and I took it playfully. When I look carefully, the petals are flawless, elegant and pure, and there is a faint fragrance that is refreshing. I turned to look at Lan. She lay quietly on the grass, with a beautiful arc around her mouth, her eyes closed and her long eyelashes hanging quietly. Lan Zhen is beautiful, as beautiful as a brilliant gardenia.
Lan suddenly got up and took me and said, let's make a wish for gardenia.
Make a wish?
Yes, I heard that if two good friends make a wish under the gardenia, their friendship will never change.
God, how old are you to believe this? How childish!
Although ten thousand people didn't want to, they were forced to make a wish by Lan. Now that I think about it, it was really childish at that time.
It's naive. At that time, we were all 10 years old and sneaked out to play house with Lan every day. It's almost past childhood, and I like to play bungee jumping, an outdated game; They are a new generation of teenagers who sleep together at night because they are afraid of ghosts. ...
Ian and I always like to do something different. We have our own unique language, a language that others can't understand. Have your own established things. There is only one secret that no one knows. ...
Lan and I once had a puppy named Diandian, which Lan found in the street. I remember when Lan Gang picked it up and went home, he kept screaming, which made Lan feel at a loss. So Lan called me, and we put this stubborn puppy in the bathtub and washed it all. Diandian is so cute that people can't help thinking about Doby. Lan and I will find happiness from studying. Small hair is white, pure white, like gardenia white.
I thought of gardenia again. Yes, how can we not think of the wish we made under the gardenia that summer, the quiet smiling face of Lan lying under the tree that summer, which brought us countless happy bits and pieces, the language that only belongs to the two of us, which is unique.
However, in the end, the banquet will still break up.
Under the gardenia tree, Lan's familiar smiling face makes people sad. Brilliant and pure gardenia blooms wantonly, and the rain that doesn't give up falls unscrupulously, falling on the sad gardenia, turning into tears and hitting our faces hard. Although so stubborn, so stubborn to smile, but can no longer hide the tears in my heart, burst into tears.
Gardenia began to fall, colorful falling. ...
I'm leaving after all, no matter how sad I am. When I left, Lan gave me a bunch of beautiful pure white gardenia, which was still hanging on my nose with a faint fragrance. That's the smell of gardenia, it's the smell of orchids.
Lan, it's just that you forget that no matter how brilliant the gardenia is, it will always wither.
Out of the window, in early summer, it was raining lightly. Look at the gardenias blooming again. ...
Watch the branches spit out new buds.
12, May 2008, 14: 28, at this moment, the earth trembled and the mountains and rivers of the motherland no longer existed. At this moment, the mountains and rivers wept bitterly, the family broke down and the people died, and the once fresh life was buried under the ruins. Fear suddenly enveloped the earth, and the earth became as silent as ashes.
Life, where do you live? Traffic is blocked by mud and stones, people are pinned down by thick bricks, small trees on the roadside can't resist disasters, branches are broken, and they lie across the potholed roadside. The green luster of the leaves was also erased by this disaster. But the hope of life is hidden in loneliness. As long as there is love, as long as people's desire for life is not extinguished, the patient's heart can beat again in the sun, and this ruin can become a miracle. Children use their wisdom to help their companions to the other side of life. The teacher also stepped forward at that moment, blocking the huge slate for the children with his own body and protecting the immature children with his own life.
At the moment of disaster, the gap between people has long since disappeared. Love uses the most touching power to let strangers hold hands and encourage each other. At noon on May 13, the rescue team found a woman who was not breathing. She knelt on her knees, her upper body crawled forward, and her hands rested on the ground. The rescue team confirmed that she was dead at that time, but found a three-or four-month-old child in his arms. Under the mother's protection, the baby was unscathed. The doctor later found that the baby had a mobile phone tucked in the quilt, only to find that the screen of the mobile phone said, "Dear baby, if you are still alive, you must remember that I love you."
The people's soldiers, with muddy feet, crossed the waters of Qian Shan and sent relief supplies to the people in the disaster areas; Brave airborne soldiers wrote a suicide note and resolutely jumped from a height of 5 kilometers; The national leaders went to the front line with tears and personally visited the affected people. Hundreds of millions of compatriots have brought hope to the people in the disaster areas.
The drizzle and breeze sent away the silence in the disaster area, and the branches vaguely revealed some new green. This little green emerged from the bare strip, timidly explored the probe, shook her body with ignorant joy, and bravely looked straight at this once shining home.
Look at the branches sprouting, this little green, this vigorous vitality.
See the autumn wind again.
There are probably many people like me who have a soft spot for autumn. Just after the solar term in beginning of autumn, everyone can't wait to grab a pen and paint the cool autumn colors one by one. Soon, my eyes are full of autumn colors, which makes people think that autumn is coming to the world. However, in fact, it is far from it. At noon, sauna becomes more boring and difficult. Just in the morning and evening, I smell a little shyness of autumn wind, which adds a lot of embarrassment to those who see through autumn water, including me.
In any case, "Autumn geese are accompanied by Changfeng, and I face them from this villa and drink my wine" is always full of reverie. The noisy cry of cicadas reminds people from time to time that the road is still long, so stop dreaming! It directly demonstrated with people, desperately tugging at the throat and repeating: "Hot, hot ..."
Chatting with my brother that day, he said that in everyone's heart, there is a wandering complex buried. I pinched some tea leaves and put them in my mouth. My brother said that the whole sky in Qingdao is filled with the fragrance of tea you chewed.
In my opinion, the season suitable for wandering is autumn, and autumn is clean. And people who like wandering should be a little sad, a little melancholy and a little homesick.
With the autumn wind every year, the faint thoughts wrapped in unprovoked sadness and inexplicable agitation will come as scheduled. Walking hand in hand with my friends in the distant wind ... That was my once thought.
Sitting at this table for years. There is a computer on the desk. When I turn right, my face is the window. Because of this window, I am the first person to perceive the arrival of the season.
I like the gorgeous flowers in spring. When spring comes, flowers bloom one by one, which makes people feel scared. And I especially like to look at the red flowers on the ground, and I can't help but think of Daiyu who buried the flowers and her shadow.
I like the beauty of summer rain. Summer evening, listening to the sound of raindrops falling to the ground, watching raindrops falling from the eaves faster or slower, watching raindrops splashing in the stagnant water. Before I was born, rain existed in its unique form. Many years later, when I am gone, they will still exist in the same way, not because a girl once loved her, even though she frowned. Maybe it didn't notice my gaze at all. However, this may not love my obsession with the ancient melody between heaven and earth.
I like the whiteness of snow in winter. It was a lonely season blocked by cold, and even the hot air exhaled from the mouth quickly cooled down. Snowflakes that patronize from time to time seem to come from the fairy tale kingdom, covering the world, and decorating the sky for Mother Earth without injustice like elves.
It will always be the eternal theme of the Millennium.
I am more attached to autumn wind than spring flowers, summer rain and winter snow.
In the autumn wind, the sound of autumn insects gathers into a whispering river, sobbing the sadness that can't be hidden in the dream; When Yan Zhen returned to the south, heartbreaking crying was the homesickness of travelers; And the lovesick tears caused by wine have ever moistened your sensitive heart?
When I started writing about autumn, I suddenly became excited. My heart is in mid-autumn, and it is the word "sorrow". This is the inevitable fate of loving Qiu Ren.
In recent days, successive autumn rains have made the temperament of the whole city cheerful.
As a result, it seemed to sway the amorous feelings of the whole spring, inflated the desire of a summer, completely precipitated into an alienated atmosphere, and turned into the form of autumn wind, desperate to come and go to this annual date with me.
Stupid as I am, I still can't solve some mysteries.
So,
A sigh is a tacit understanding of high-five when you meet the autumn wind;
A line of clear tears became a conversation when I passed by the autumn wind.
In fact, every season can provoke people to write, so throughout the ages, in different seasons, there will always be different words to record their feelings.
I can't help but start writing again, always in the rustling autumn wind.
In recent months, it seems that all of a sudden, God suddenly gave me a serious topic. Therefore, I want to feel it all the time, feel the weight of words or the light of tears; The weight of the soul or the light of life; Lightness of thought or reality. I never knew that there were so many important things in the world that I had to weigh, so I had to shoulder the burden and move forward without hesitation.
Suddenly, this became an indisputable fact.
This is different from the feeling of wandering in the autumn wind, although they are all along the way.
In this torment, I feel a kind of pain that I can't let go.
It suddenly occurred to me that a friend told me the other day that there was a female netizen in humanities, and you should go and see her. When I got there, it seemed that so many middle-aged men appeared out of nowhere overnight. They got together and said her name and words, with tears in their eyes. I didn't join the mourning crowd, but I was anxious to find her. I want her to know that there are many people singing her praises there. If she knew that so many people were crying for her, she wouldn't be so determined to leave.
I wish she was so tired that she fell asleep in a quiet corner.
Then, I found her, woke her up, looked at her and was surprised to hear me say that the men were crying. Then, I watched her return to the crowd with a smile and said to them shyly, "Hey, I just accidentally fell asleep." Then, I watched the men cry and laugh.
However, I know I have no chance to wake her up, and she has no chance to wake up again. Even if there is such an opportunity, I think, after listening to my story, she will still close her beautiful eyes wearily and go back to sleep.
I have browsed her works. It's beautiful. A woman who is easy to satisfy, who doesn't want much and loves her.
Watching people cry like rain.
Unfortunately, not everyone is naturally sensitive and gentle to taste.
In the face of death, there is a very popular or classic saying that people are not even afraid of death, but also afraid of living. In fact, from another angle, this sentence has another meaning. Only those who are fearless of death will not lust after the world of mortals.
The world is too big for her.
Write here, a stomach cramp, turn right face, and see the autumn wind.