1, what a big blue flower.
I am two years old and live in Chongqing. That place has a nice name called Jingangbo, and that's where my memory began. It seems that my head is very big and I always walk unsteadily, but I love walking, so I always fall down, but I am not injured because I am round.
She often rolls down the hillside. When her family can't find her, they have to look in the nearby grass, but this fall is almost a mysterious and magical experience for the little girl.
Sometimes she will fall into a forest, maybe it is not a forest but a bush, but it is a forest for the little girl. Sometimes she stumbles to the pool, and there is no one by the quiet pond. She found a "beautiful big blue flower". She told her family, and everyone laughed and didn't believe it, so the secret was sealed for more than ten years.
Until I went to Normal University, I once sketched in Yangming Mountain and suddenly saw the flowers by the pool, like friends reunited with previous lives. She hurried to ask Professor Lin Yushan, and the professor replied that it was "iris", but at that moment, an illusion that lasted for more than ten years suddenly disappeared. That kind of flower, from dream to reality.
From then on, it was just a clever flower with a famous surname and spectrum, and it was no longer the blue flower that was so big that it could almost be seen from the elevation angle in the little girl's memory.
2. "Tonghua"
On the long road, I walked towards the continuous hills. I don't know where to stay, but I can tell him all kinds of unreasonable troubles during these ten or twenty years. The forest is clean and fresh, the mountains are tight-lipped, and no one will tell me about the coming flowers.
April 25(th)
On the long road, I walked towards the continuous hills. At first, it seemed like an ordinary encounter. If there is not a long-lost hope in my heart, I may have missed the faint information flow that once told each other in the wind and clouds.
The April wind blew, and the mountains were calm and smiled at me. In his arms, different shades of grass and branches of the same color danced with the wind.
I gradually approached the mountains, just hoping to know his mood at the moment. There was a vague whisper in the forest. At the end of April, life is brewing an aromatic change, a disturbance that cannot be completely predicted.
May 8
After the deep call, the whole world was shrouded in the shadow of snow-white flowers.
The sky is clear, the mountains stretch, and clusters of white flowers are like flowing rivers. It seems that all life in the world should come by appointment. At this moment, in the sunshine as transparent as honey, they cheered at the same time and rotated at the same time, turning into countless floating points.
Such an afternoon full of white flowers always feels deja vu, and always feels that it is an aggregation that can be put into any kind of time and space. It can be put into the Book of Songs, Chu Ci, classicism and post-impressionism-there should be such an afternoon and such an early summer in any beautiful record of mankind.
3. Innocent heart
After class, I want the students to watch Henry again. Rousseau's paintings, lions under the stars and bohemian girls. I asked them how they felt. A girl stood up and answered me, "Teacher, I think he is telling us that no matter what the laws of the world are, the gentle and calm realm like his painting should be possible and possible."
I smiled at the girl who just turned 20 and felt that I had a lot to say. She's right. A bohemian girl who sleeps under the starlight seems unlikely to meet a lion. It is a dream to be laughed at by all those who think they have knowledge and reason.
However, some people can understand and believe Rousseau's world and believe that on such a night. In the desert, you can have such an experience. In the starlight and moonlight, the lion gently calls for a wanderer in colorful clothes, full of curiosity and concern. The relationship between creatures in the universe, in addition to fighting for survival, can and can develop into such a gentle and beautiful realm.
When artists create such works of art, what a clear and gentle attitude they hold!
4. traces of growth
Sometimes, what I cherish is often just because of an idea, that is: this is the only time in my life, the only time. Then, all love and cherish, born from now on, unstoppable. No matter what you can get or can't get, there will always be sadness and resentment, so life becomes difficult and complicated.
Now, sitting on the train going south and watching the scenery pass by, I suddenly find that the only time in my life is just some fragmentary things. My own life, my own life, I can only have it once, and it's my only time!
Then, everything that comes will pass, and the past will never come back. This is the only law in my only life.
Then, in that case, why should I be reluctant to part with some people and be obsessed with some people?
In that case, why are you still ecstatic when you meet and still sad after you leave?
Since there is no time to stop forever and there is no constant space, I am like a wanderer with no beginning and no end. What ability can I have to collect those things that I cherish? It's collected. Where can I put it?
Step 5 write to happiness
If I really love one person, then I love all people, I love the whole world, and I love life. If I can say "I love you" to a person, I can say "I love everyone among you, through you, I love the whole world, and I love myself in your life." —E？ Frome
It turns out that loving someone is not only a strong feeling, but also "a determination, a judgment and a commitment."
Then, walking along the rural coastal road that night, it is normal to suddenly have the desire to call out.
Just coming from the seaside, I still feel very reluctant to leave such a white and clean beach behind me. That night, the night was as cool as water, and the stars and the moon flashed in the sapphire night sky. I stand barefoot by the sea. I can feel the warmth, dryness and looseness of the sand on the floating surface, and at the same time I can feel the wetness, coolness and firmness of the next layer of sand. The sound of the waves is particularly soft on a quiet night.
Think about it, how many years will it take to fill this undulating ocean? How many years will it take to wash the rocks into fine sand and spread them evenly under my feet? How many years will it take to brew such a cool and beautiful night? How many years will it take! So that the world can wait for us?
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