In clear autumn, flowers blossom into trees (1)
Time flies, I have been fragrant for a season, and I haven't had time to savor it. In a blink of an eye, pieces of autumn yellow fall again. There is always too much time, the years have turned into the past, and time has slipped away inadvertently in my fingers. Pick up a fallen leaf and feel the crucial vicissitudes. Those lost years are still fresh and fragrant in the depths of time.
Life is a rush, including the beauty of meeting and the sadness of parting. Having experienced too many joys and sorrows, I am used to the changes of the world. I finally understand, learn to be calm, learn to forget, learn to cherish and learn to collect. Live yourself into an autumn plant, have the leisure of vegetation, live a prosperous life, take your time and be happy with it.
Autumn fades the glitz of spring, hides the agitation of summer, and precipitates a feeling like water and autumn water. Gone like the wind, flowed away like water, leaving only a flower in my heart. When you go to Qiu Lai in spring, flowers bloom and fall, and the four seasons cycle, so that you have a quiet and indifferent heart. In this quiet Qiu Li, you can still bloom beautiful flowers like Feng Dan.
I like nature and all kinds of flowers and trees. No matter what season, once in the embrace of nature, a happy heart is like a bird with wings. All plants and trees have their true colors, and they are naturally carved and never disguised. They are colorful, green and colorful. Everything is so natural, so natural, so beautiful, without words.
I only see willow green in spring and chrysanthemum yellow in autumn. On the journey of life, you will always meet one flower after another. At different stages, there will be different wonderful, different seasons and different floral scents. This is a poetic world, please treat it with a gentle heart.
I like this quiet and beautiful autumn, elegant, silent, bright, quiet, calm and low. Walking on the road, it is a colorful chrysanthemum, a golden wild chrysanthemum, in the gradually cool autumn wind, like a quiet woman with low eyebrows, bound to be in full bloom. Bright and colorful colors add a bit of charm and charm to the lonely clear autumn. Until September 8th, Qiu Lai, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. The arrogance, elegance and exquisiteness of chrysanthemum are admirable.
You see, clumps of green cannas are blooming with bright and dazzling smiles, red and fiery, and yellow and delicate. "Like a beauty who sleeps in spring, red lips and green sleeves dance in the east wind." Just like a dancer with red and yellow silk in her hand, she plays the most beautiful swan song of life in the dusk.
I never write my life in a calm way, even when the most fate has given me the lowest valley. What is thinness? What is cold? Life itself is a miracle, you can live healthily, you can meet one flower after another, and you can meet a true feeling and warmth. There is affection, warmth of friendship and sweetness of love, which is enough!
Gratitude, there are always some beautiful flowers in full bloom in nature, gratitude, there are always some good people in this world, gratitude, in this warm world, there is always some love circulating and warmth passing. I believe that as long as we use sunlight to spread love, we can always resist the cold current and disperse the smog.
After experiencing the troubles of the world, I look at the world of mortals coldly, and face it with a free and easy attitude on the stage of life with ebb and flow. A heart, like a moist old jade, is polished crystal clear by years, calm and restrained, unobtrusive, unattractive and unpretentious, but it contains infinite charm and elegance. Just like this quiet and beautiful autumn day, it is not arrogant and impetuous, deep and reserved, with low eyebrows and demure, and people are as white as chrysanthemums and flowers are speechless.
Think about it, isn't a person's life a process of blooming and falling? How short is life when the grass grows and the warbler flies? In this short time, it blooms like a flower, as tenacious as grass, and has a lofty style. Opening is elegant, falling is calm, even if it is smashed into mud and crushed into ash, there is no regret.
Meeting a good book, a lover and a beautiful place is the most beautiful thing in this life. Tell myself that I have only been to this world once, and I can't live up to the charm of this road. A flower, a grass and a leisure time, a mountain and a water are always related to love. Flowers bloom and fall, and the full moon is lacking, all of which have unique fragrance and beauty.
Zuimei Jiangnan (2)
Pale notes, thick Mo Yun, elegant words filled with charming you-beautiful Jiangnan.
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The continuous spring rain makes the south of the Yangtze River misty and rainy, but full of green is everywhere, with crystal flowers and trees, full of poetry and painting. The breeze is soft, and the distant mountains contain clothes. With the passage of time and the warmth of the season, the fingertips are covered with plain ink, and the rhyme is light and fragrant. Folding willow as a pen, drizzle as ink, draw a dream water town for you, draw a beautiful picture scroll, sing like water, dream back to be with you at midnight, and wake up to fall in love with you for a lifetime.
Qinhuai customs are a gathering place for humanities and stories. I stand on the Qinhuai River, overlooking the white walls and green Ruyan Liu, with small bridges and flowing water. The washing of spring rain gave you a charming picture, and I drew a more elegant ink painting. Light ink and light rain lane, you are facing the continuous spring rain, holding an antique oil-paper umbrella, coming to me gracefully, leading me to step on uneven bluestone slabs and pebbles covered with patterns, walk through the long alleys full of ancient rhyme and pass through the dust of previous lives. In poetry, you are full of tenderness, your poetic rhyme and your absolute beauty.
Listening to the wind, standing on the grass, enjoying the ancient rhyme, watching the gentle you sitting under the window of my heart, playing the guqin, whispering softly to the drizzle, your elegant breath, accompanied by melodious rhyme, floated into people's hearts, floating across the crying cuckoo in the garden, filled with the romantic flow of the season, floating across the thick inkstone door, and dyed my notes thoroughly.
Strolling on the long green water embankment in beautiful Ruyan Liu. Seeing how elegant you are in the misty rain makes me dream like a dream, as if traveling in heaven, and every inch of your skin and hair are touching my heartstrings. Let me, in the long river of these years, use a pen that travels through time and space to recall the colorful moments of cherry blossoms and give you a wonderful absolute beauty in Mo Yun!
A few rays of fresh and refreshing spring breeze are blowing, and the spring rain is gently sprinkled on me, caressing my face, and you are swaying in my heart. I walked around with my umbrella, looking at your lush green eyes. You were full of refreshing fragrance, which made my thin pen completely intoxicated with you, and the ink spilled gracefully from the misty rain. Holding an elegant attachment and dancing with peerless elegance, I fell in love with your legend, which is full of charm, slanting swallows, cutting willows, swaying blue smoke peach powder and Li Yan.
Your slender figure has already lived in my dream, your elegance has already melted into my thick Mo Yun, and your soul has already entered my dream. Put away your flower umbrella to keep out the wind and rain, hold your breath, open your arms and feel your graceful wind and your graceful dust in the misty rain quietly. I am full of praise for your Tang poetry and Song poetry. You quietly and elegantly took me to the Tang and Song Dynasties, and opened the preview of poetry. No matter which dynasty, there are literati bent down for your lightness and elegance, leaving your beautiful image. Because there are too many beautiful poems and songs describing you! My favorite song is Bai Juyi in the Tang Dynasty: "I remember Jiangnan, Jiangnan is good, and the scenery has been familiar." When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. Can you not remember Jiangnan? " And Zhu He's Sleeping at Qinhuai in the Song Dynasty: "The official willows move in spring, and Qinhuai is born at dusk. See the new moon on the balcony and the lights on the double bridge. Turn over the bamboo foil on the other side and make a purple flute in the breeze. Those poor vagrants, their hearts are shaking. I am so infatuated with you in this blue rain lane, my heart beats for you, I am intoxicated with you, I feel your warmth and elegance, and I have your shadow everywhere I go. There are some weeds blooming by the Suzaku Bridge, and there is only sunset at the corner of Wuyi Lane. Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people. This poem that never grows old is with you generation after generation, century after century, and with me year after year, season after season.
You hold my hand gently, and you take light steps, one by one. My blood is full of infatuation and acacia. I like my name engraved on your sansheng stone, my footprints printed on your world of mortals, and my shadow printed in your clear eyes. I hold a clear word for you, sprinkle a tender feeling, and soften a season of acacia:
Several times in my dream, I was madly in love, and Liu Meitao powder was fragrant through the window.
Ghost tour Yaochi, drunk lying around to see the charm of Jiangnan.
On the day when I was full of thoughts, I really wanted to turn into a wisp of lonely ghosts, and every morning and sunset attached to you and merged with you. The ends of the earth will always accompany you silently, burning the prosperity of acacia flowers for a lifetime and singing the eternal swan song of family love for a lifetime. Quietly accompany you on the drizzling road, listening to the whispers of spring rain, tender and lingering, lingering in my heart. Look at the thin misty rain, refreshing breeze and antique pavilions, that is, I drew an elegant and beautiful face for you with a plain pen.
Listening to the flowing bridge, holding your arm, eating your Jiangnan cuisine, tasting your cultural atmosphere, walking in the ancient town where I don't know how many talented people and beautiful women have been intoxicated, and looking around. Just to see the 3,000-year-old land and customs outside the world of mortals, just to see your different scenery in four seasons, misty rain in spring, lotus fragrance in summer, red leaves in autumn and Xue Mei fishing in the cold river in winter, my dream is full of your graceful and handsome figure. Some old things in the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties have defiled your drunken beauty, and let poets of past dynasties recite poems for you. Your spirituality, your smoke, your careless voice of flowers and flowers have all become the melody in my heart and a touch of warmth and sustenance in my soul. In this life, I would like to dance drunk for your four seasons, splash ink for your profusion, and walk for your charming and elegant poetry and beautiful Jiangnan.
Misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, beautiful and touching songs, gentle and sweet dreams. The heart of the lake is swaying in a canoe, and the Millennium is drunk. Trail stone steps, ancient rhyme eaves gallery, tissue paper fragrance, shallow singing, drunk and beautiful rain lane painting.
Love stays in the Suzaku Bridge, turning it into a fragrant finger, and it is prosperous for 3,000. Yan loves people in the secluded alleys of the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, and her charm still exists. Beauty holds ink, and Zhan Yan is charming. Colorful, expressing a season's makeup.
Love songs in winter (3)
Although time has entered winter, this winter seems to be particularly nostalgic for the golden touch of autumn and refuses to enter the world of winter. The sun is like a kannika nimtragol on a sedan chair for the first time. Sometimes she shows half of her body, with a faint Hui Jin, and sometimes she hides in the clouds with a faint chill. It reminds people of the sadness, cold and desolation in autumn.
The mountains are greener, and the pines and cypresses have become that kind of determined green, which adorns the mountains with power and seriousness. Flowering willows spread all over the mountains, covering the original green leaves with a ray of golden yellow, and under the careful dress and design of beautician Qiu Feng, they made beautiful folds and flew all over the sky, plating the earth with a layer of shiny placer gold. Miss Feng burst into a long-lost smile and waved her red skirt heartily. Her purplish face shed two lines of clear tears from time to time, and pieces of flaming leaves were scattered in the faint sky. I was amused by the real armor. It paints the green leaves with a layer of golden pigment, which looks like clusters of golden daffodils in full bloom in spring from afar. The low life-saving grain trees are covered with many red fruits, just like a string of sour and pleated candied haws on the gourd shelf in the market. This yellow leaf, red fruit and green tree dyed the mountain forest into a natural watercolor painting.
In the field, the golden winter chrysanthemum has become a smiling face like the sun, with thousands of flowers competing for each other and being particularly enchanting. The warm sunshine makes the original cold winter have romantic reverie, and the clumps of green grass just emerging under the hay add a spring romance to the solemn winter.
Pick a winter chrysanthemum gently, smell the thick floral fragrance, and let the sunshine open the window of the soul. Indulge in the emptiness of winter, walk on the wide road in parallel with people walking in twos and threes, act quickly and enjoy the light keys in winter.
Several barks came from the green bamboo forest on the hillside, which made you stop and stare. Under the whitewashed tiles, strings of white corn cobs and bright red persimmons come into your eyes. Every household's silkworm racks have already slipped into the yard, covered with silkworm foil. But it's not silkworms, it's red French fries. A group of magpies screamed around it, occasionally picked up a French fries and landed on a persimmon tree with leaves off, making winter more naughty.
The tinkling of hooves in the distance broke your mind, and a fat cow came from the hazy mist, followed by the chorus of sheep. The ticking of motorcycles has written another magnificent chapter for this winter's grand event.
In early winter, it always uses a fantastic pen to give nature a freehand painting, which is amazing and intoxicating; In early winter, it always writes a vigorous song for the world with the notes of nature's rhythm. Early winter is magical and magnificent, which makes the world active in silence and endows people with pure and healthy hearts. Give people hope, because next spring, it will give you a vibrant green.
The rain in early winter (4)
Suddenly, the spring breeze came overnight and blew open the petals of ten thousand pear trees. This is a beautiful picture of winter leaving and spring coming, and spring blossoming. In fact, in the early spring season of "one-night spring breeze" and "ten thousand trees and pear blossoms", the chill will inevitably invade the winter mood.
Because people want their living environment to be warm and warm; And people all hope that the world and the world of mortals are poetic, peaceful, auspicious, peaceful and warm.
But the alternation of seasons and rings is an unchangeable natural law. As the saying goes, everything in the world, the four seasons are warm and cold, ups and downs, and Fulu is poor, all of which are the inevitable survival laws of everyone. No one can escape what you have experienced and endured, so there is the saying of "purgatory on earth"
Therefore, when you experience the spring breeze, gorgeous summer flowers and full autumn harvest, it is bound to usher in a cold winter.
"After a day of rain, I am independent and have no feelings. With the willows in the lake, I remembered the small lotus pond that day. How many spring and autumn in life, how to keep a winter, how to ban the charm from breaking the east wind, and how many rhododendrons are in the rain. " A careful study of this girl, from the poet's artistic conception to his state of mind, may make you realize the taste and reflect the connotations of his life, existence and experience. "Be careful with the bead curtain on the balcony, Qian Shan is slightly drunk", geometry? So what?
After dusk, I turned over ancient books at my desk, and I was drunk with allusions under the lamp. The eaves outside the window woke up like a dream, and a few cold eyebrows stood there. Winter is coming again.
It was a cold sunny day, and suddenly I heard the sound of rain getting tighter and tighter. I pushed the door and went out, biting cold, and my eyebrows were cold and full. If you look closely, you will know that it is dew on the roof. The ticking sound is very urgent, just like the galloping horseshoe on the grassland, just like the dazzling sound between your fingers, which is really a bit soul-stirring. Rain nourishes everything, and rain is a natural wonder that people like, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
"The rain in the sky is crisp, and the grass looks close, but there is no". Here, we not only vividly, aptly and sincerely describe the drizzle in Tianjie, but also look forward to the "near but unreachable" green grass color, and even imply the longing and yearning for winter to go and spring to come. A piece of green, spring blossoms, bees flying butterflies, jumping with joy, what a beautiful scene between people!
Under the neon, look at the road floor of the factory, but there are no traces of wet. Why is it raining? However, the "tick" sound is still dazzling. I couldn't help taking a step forward, and between left and right, I really felt the drizzle on my face. I am surprised that the rain in the early winter in the north can be gentle and delicate to the extent of caressing. Looking at the rows of blue tin factories, we knew the reason and realized the cause and origin of raindrops under this roof. A slight sigh is certainly not elegant.
The halo of street lamps is getting cuter and cuter. Cute as a doll's smiling face; Visibility is getting lower and lower, so low that you can see colorful rain. You can see that the density of the rain in Mao Mao is getting bigger and bigger, and suddenly you hear the sound of "horseshoe" as if you were passionate at your fingertips. I think the winter rain has finally come.
Back to the door of the room, I heard raindrops jumping and erupting on the Ma Touqin. Looking back, the cement floor has been wet and blackened, glowing with water, and the refraction of bits and pieces of metal and glass is more gorgeous and dazzling. Ah, the gentle drizzle has finally become wild. The dew under the eaves disappeared, followed by the rushing water, which spilled all the shoes and pants on the floor. Fortunately, there is no wind, and the cold chill just lingers quietly from the collar, cuffs and trouser legs, which seems unbearable and nostalgic, and reproduces unacceptable care.
"Blue embers fall and dark red bananas appear on the screen. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boat playing the flute and the rain rustling, and people talking about the post bridge. "
Yes, for me living in a foreign country, this factory is just another post station in my life. When the winter rain came, it was raining on a cold night. Can't you feel it?
It suddenly occurred to me that "Chu water freezes thin, and Chu clouds drizzle." Wild plums are in rags, but travel itinerary is easy to return. As a person raised by Chu, "it's easy to return a single line" may be just an eternal question mark or an unexpected swan song. Even if it is "return", there will never be a chance of "free travel". Of course, this is unnecessary.
Let it be, I still remember that Chu water, Chu Yun and wild plum are uneven, and Chutian's hometown in the wilderness of Shan Lan, with its beauty, lost years and past events, has been satisfied.
After the winter rain in my hometown, my childhood footsteps will always sow joy, and I will rush through bamboo forests, Panasonic and Liudi to pick up bamboo leaves, pine needles and willow branches and play with the crystal smooth and wet ice. Although my little hand hurts with cold, I am also very happy; Although I was hit by a board when I went home, I still had to secretly play with wild chrysanthemums and wintersweet. Especially the wild chrysanthemums and wintersweet in my hometown are all golden yellow, and the golden luster, just like my parents' faces, is so solemn and sincere, warm and kind, which makes people trust and attach.
I still remember that morning after the rain in winter, there was no snow. However, it can be seen that the freezing at night after the winter rain seems to inevitably reveal the degree of development of a certain relationship. Next to the Liu Ying Glacier, we don't have many languages. I don't know if I'm still in love. If so, why is there such a separation? I don't know if I don't love anymore. If I don't, why doesn't my memory flow away with time? Looking back at that beautiful smile like a flower, my heart is hard to calm down. It's a pity that everything has become a thing of the past, and only the dancing night is as beautiful and intoxicating as before.
Just daydreaming and remembering. Light a cigarette and drink some tea, and your hometown, years, past events and old friends will all become the past. Even if you boil a pot of tea and stay up all night, what can you do? I seem to see the shadow of winter rain fading away outside the window, as if I heard the sound of raindrops on the eaves and the sound of water droplets freezing slowly, just like the darkness getting deeper and deeper in the middle of the night, which really makes you desperate and heartbroken. . . . . . .
"I have been so surprised that my pillow is cold and I can see that the window is bright and clean." When I pushed the door out, there was no ice hook under the eaves, which seemed to be as frustrated as my childhood. But when I look at the low-lying water, there is ice, like a mirror, and the muddy garbage is clear, as if my inner thoughts are clear, but it is covered by the heart mirror. In fact, everyone has it, and it is indispensable. This is the root of the world of mortals.
Look at the flowers in the altar, because the thin ice is more transparent, fresh and beautiful; The deciduous branches on the roadside glow in the morning light, and one branch is folded in your hand. Although it is cold and penetrating, the charm of that light is enough to remind you of the wonderful poem "Six flying flowers come into the room and sit and watch the green bamboo turn into beautiful branches", which describes the process of natural landscape change, and you have to be relaxed and happy. Although there are few bamboos in the factory, there are many "bamboos" from all over the world. Their styles, preferences and adaptability are not equal, each has its own advantages and is prone to friction. After all, it is better to be quiet.
Not long after, the sun rose high, the weather was fine, and the worried thin ice quietly melted and disappeared. Mood, in the sun, is always warm.
Birds jump on the branches after rain, and butterflies wander among the flowers in early winter. The work is gone, and there are still many things to do.