What is hidden in the air?
A little romantic
I peeked at you.
You stole a look at me, too
What else in the world?
It seems very different.
Stand by and watch you
All this is spacious.
……
-Yu Chengqing is quiet.
Quietly, I like to stand quietly by the window at night, looking up at the twinkling stars in the sky, looking at the high moon above me, and occasionally meteors pass by my eyes. With a little music, I am a little sad and a little happy. I like to stay quiet like this.
Quietly, I like to sit quietly under the maple tree in my dream, leaning against the old trunk, blowing the cool autumn wind, and the mature maple leaves fall in the air, which is a bit chic and casual. Me, my heart flies with these maple leaves, quietly, quietly, I like this quiet life.
Quietly, I like a person lying quietly on the grass, dreaming of me, with a pair of angel feathers and a wand, always as happy as a prince and princess in a fairy tale, as perfect as a crystal ball without scars. And I like lying quietly on the grass like this.
Quietly, I like to cry quietly alone. The shadow of "sadness" goes with the tears, and the flickering "sadness" is gradually blurred with the tears. I like such quiet tears.
Quietly, I like to think of you quietly, your tenderness, your love and your encouragement. I like such people to miss you quietly.
Quietly, I like to quietly recall the good old days, a group of naive girls, bursts of heartfelt laughter, and occasionally one or two funny voices. I like such people to remember quietly. ...
I like quiet, quiet. .....
There are flowers standing in the cold winter, born in the proud snow, named Mei; There are flowers stored in freezing and blooming in warmth, which is called Spring Festival. There are flowers out of mud, floating in midsummer, called lotus; There are flowers that are longer than the autumn wind and bloom in fragrant rice, called chrysanthemums. I also have flowers in my heart, no matter rain or shine.
I used to be addicted to books. The words bearing many vicissitudes, from the sweeping of Liuhe by the King of Qin, to the tripartite confrontation between the three countries, to the humiliation and corruption in the prosperous Tang Dynasty and even in the late Qing Dynasty, and finally to the establishment of my new China, fascinated me and made me miss it. That heavy history is engraved in my heart, and heavy emotions are condensed in my heart, but what arises spontaneously is a kind of nobility that is revealed in my bones.
I used to be addicted to books, pigeons, peaches and green fruits, but I only loved youth. I can't help it, and the beauty of poetry enters the bone marrow and penetrates the heart. A few words at hand will make you feel elegant; Think about it in the middle of the night and feel superficial. The Book of Songs led me into a reedy place. The water was bright, and I vaguely saw the other side, touched the reed leaves, and suddenly felt cool.
I used to love books, and I loved Xi Murong's writing. A tale of two cities is confusing, and wild ginger flowers are sad. The faint, quiet stream has merged into waves, hitting my heart again and again, like a dream, as if there was nothing. In full swing, quiet as a pool of water, silent but deeply in love. I'm like an addict, and I love the traffic described by Xi Murong.
It turns out that when I was addicted to books, the seeds of literature were quietly planted, but today, a few years later, they have not been released, but flowers have quietly opened.
I went to Zuzu's house when I was four years old. When he got there, everything in his house seemed much older than when he just bought it, and there were many spiders. At that time, I was still very young, so I always called the rooster and hen "Chicken Dad" and "mother hen".
Zuzu's house is by the river. The water in the river is very clear, and fish often swim out and crabs climb out. People often catch fish and crabs for cooking. On one occasion, Third Aunt picked up a broom placed by the river. I saw something on the broom, and when I looked closely, I took two steps back. It turned out to be a crab!
One more thing, I remember it clearly. Towards noon, the meal was ready. I was about to eat when I suddenly saw a cat walking in the yard. My curiosity was hooked up, so I began to approach it slowly. When I approached it, I caught it with my hand, but I failed. It is up and running at once. Not to be outdone, I immediately caught up. It always wants to get rid of me, running into the thorny plants for a while and jumping into the mud for a while, almost distracting me. Although it is not a little white cat coming out of the mud pit, I still try my best to keep chasing. Suddenly I didn't pay attention to a stone under my feet and fell a few meters away. I was in tears. When my mother heard the sound, she quickly bathed me in the clear river and got me out of trouble.
I am very happy. I can think of it myself, but I may never see it again. Now, I have blurred a lot of things about Zuzu's family, but in my impression, the river is always so quiet.
Look at the flowers and leave. Everything, quietly.
Lying on the table, the sun jumps on the white paper and draws a detailed outline with a pen. The sunshine sprinkled on the eyelashes reflects the lonely figure, which seems a little cold, just like the temperature of the fingertips. Open this page, the water droplets in the hair fall on this page with a faint fragrance, wetting a beautiful word. As usual, my heart is calm, but my memory is like flying catkins. Tears blurred the paper. I collect it quietly. Get up, open the window, and let the wind blow slowly from the gap in the window, brow and heart. It will be closed after a while, lest others feel cold.
I looked down and counted my steps. I haven't walked for a long time. Walking through the colorful flat playground, I paced quietly. It used to be a place where sweat and tears gushed out, looking for a free, fresh and stopping place. Looking up, the transparent sky is like a light blue gem. That bird flies around in my heart with a glimmer of light. The figure left behind crossed the white radian of the sky. I haven't forgotten the sad things. Now I just want to close my eyes, listen to the even heartbeat and breathe the air. There is no dispute or irritability, just like being in the country, as quiet as shaking small white flowers in the green grass.
I can't find a quiet alley. Only the sound of water drops falling from the eaves on the smooth stones. It is not in harmony with the sunshine, but it is a beautiful game. The wind blew the thin sleeve shirt, passed through and left, and a bug slept in the flower heart. It didn't know what it had passed.
Everything, back and forth quietly, you and I are just passers-by. Don't deliberately pursue prosperity. There is a kind of flower that just wants to bloom quietly.
Covering an area of 5,960 square kilometers, Mother Earth gave birth to 56 flowers. The petals of 56 flowers are gorgeous, and we are the stamens of flowers! But the stamens did not give off an intoxicating fragrance. How can we show her mystery and beauty?
To exude charming fragrance, how can we lack a heart that loves learning? Go, study! Arm your mind with knowledge! Refute absurd remarks with truth! But in the vast sea of people, not everyone is high-spirited, they have experienced ups and downs and setbacks. However, you believe in your own strength and stand up bravely! Remember Kuang Menglu? A soldier, he was a real clown, but he studied hard and eventually became a famous general. Let's look at Fang Zhongyong again. He was brilliant and eventually became an ordinary person. Isn't it because he didn't get a good education? Remember, diligence can make up for it! Efforts to bloom, will send out bursts of fragrance!
How to learn and how to do things. But the most basic principle is diligence. Let's take a look at Qi Baishi, a painter in China. In order to become a master sculptor, he picked a cornerstone from the mountain and waved a carving knife at the polished stone all day. Gradually, the stone turned into mud, but it was replaced by superb skills. Let's look at Shakespeare, a foreign dramatist. He was poor since he was a child, but he worked hard. He is not afraid of the oppression of the secular world and reality, and persistently wrote such immortal plays as Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet with realistic pen. Later generations praised his plays as "not belonging to one era, but to all centuries".
You see, how inseparable study and labor are! But there is also the most important point-love the motherland. As Liang Qichao, a thinker in the late Qing Dynasty, said, "The responsibility of today lies not in others, but in my youth. Teenagers are smart, rich, strong, independent, free and progressive, better than Europe, better than the earth and better than the earth. " Yes, teenagers are the future of the motherland! The earth breeds flowers, but the petals protect the yellow stamens. Yes, she is the future, she is hope! Our efforts mean the pride of the motherland, and our fiery heart means the future prosperity of the motherland!
Five thousand years of traditional virtues are imprinted in our hearts, and the bright red national flag is flying in our hearts! Full of blood boiling up! Come on, let's wander in the fruits of labor and in the ocean of knowledge and experience. Similarly, let us thrive in the embrace of the motherland! Turn into a bright red flower!
The warm atmosphere in the classroom warms every student. My hands are always so cold anyway. After a long time, I feel numb, and I don't know the feeling of cold anymore.
When the bell rang again, I looked down and picked up the book, and found my hands turned red. His eyes inadvertently swept, but the line of sight solidified in my hand. Without time to think, his hands closed quietly and took those red hands. Suddenly, a warm current filled every corner of the body. Indeed, the weather is very warm, and it can't be sweeter on such a rainy day.
His hands were so soft and white, but the essence I experienced was just the opposite of what I saw. His hands are so strong that he has the strongest sense of security. I felt as if I were in his palm, very peaceful, and I couldn't find a perfect word to describe my feelings at that time.
"Do you still feel cold?" A gentle greeting made me feel very warm, and I shook my head quietly. His hand gripped the "bud" that was about to fall off, for fear of dropping her into the cold storage again and getting cold again.
Warmth flows through your fingertips. It is warmth as a bridge that brings the distance between your two hearts closer. The bell broke the silence, and the "bud" in the hand grew out and restored full vitality.
The moment those warm hands pulled me out of the refrigerator will be my best memory.
Waiting may be a dream, an impossible dream. When I woke up, everything was gone. -inscription
We met in the small garden. I waited for you for a long time, but I didn't see you. Have you disappeared since then? I waited quietly for hours, and I was very sad. Is that how you surprise me? Si Nuo, I'm completely disappointed. I thought the surprise would be unexpected, but this … I ran to the sky helplessly, and the sky was still so blue. It's a pity that my shirt was soaked with tears. I don't believe that God would torture me like this. You hide behind a tree silently, as if afraid to see me like this. Do you have the heart to do this? You once asked me, "What would you think if I went against your wishes one day?" ? Is it indifference? Still sad? "I said casually;" Would you do that? If I want to, I should wait quietly! "Unexpectedly, after a few years, what you said came true and you violated it. I am indifferent and sad. I didn't think I would have such an idea. Maybe I care too much about you! (Explanation: Xue is a sentimental girl who loves fantasy and is my super good friend. ) I can't bear to lose you!
We all call you Dream Snow Girl. Because of your arrival, my life has become colorful. Your hearty laughter reminds me of you from time to time. Maybe you are crying now. I didn't think I would value you so much. I want to know why you are late. Although you have your secrets, I don't want to pursue them at all. I just want a reason, an explanation, but you seem to talk very little now. What is hidden behind your indifference? You used to be a joker. What about you? Where did it go? Don't leave me. I can't accept ray's transfer. It's a little dangerous for you to be late.
You don't know where you used to tell jokes, only that I was there silently watching. I believe that one day you will come back to me. Or the magic dream snow girl who doesn't understand your style of doing things, but likes to stare blankly at your lonely eyes. It seems difficult to understand talking to you ~ but should I respect you? I don't know. I hope not, because at least there is a way to save it.
Postscript: Wait quietly, I hope this is not a dream, but a reality, which always needs us to face. I don't know why Snow White did it. But now it seems that the snow has become very melancholy. My current super friend is Ray, not Xue.
Quiet and excellent composition 8 years of vicissitudes, whose face has been changed by vicissitudes; The running water of time, whose helplessness has passed; Time is far away, whose sight is far away; Who cares about the care of the clock; Whose life has been warmed by the warmth of time?
Friends come and go; The past is far away and close at hand; Communication is bright and dark; Loneliness is gone; The moon is full of thoughts; Broken heart, surplus ...
The past is a diary of memory, wet or dry; Dream is a replica of reality, is it real or virtual! Seeking is the fulcrum of balance; Deliberately, it is a free state; The disputes in reality are very realistic; Virtual argument, very virtual! In reality, life is in a hurry and life is like a short meteor; In the network, vagrancy is uncertain, scenery is fluid, and the constant is mood! Agree, don't swear, burn each other in the deep heart, the longer the years, the stronger the friendship. ...
Happiness is the motto of dream catchers! Under the happy sky, you can let the nervous mind inadvertently approach the beautiful paradise. People are different. This is called personality. In the face of seeking common ground while reserving differences, what is needed is mutual tolerance. Let a heart bathe in the sunshine; In short, accept sincere response! There is no limit to communication and no end to happiness!
When I got home, I took off my tired coat and sat by the window alone, listening to my inner realism, facing the moonlight and enjoying the tranquility in the noise; Words are abstract but not concrete, but concrete between the lines without being ignored. So, open your eyes, be moved by every distant watch, and forget every short communication!
Happiness lies in the heart, and fatigue is sometimes moved not for others, but for yourself. ...
The autumn wind blew off the last yellow leaf on the tree. When the autumn fruits are slowly picked, the footsteps of winter are quietly approaching. ...
It's getting colder and colder. Walking on the empty street, listening to the roar of the winter wind and looking at this bleak place, I was filled with emotion for a moment. Approaching an old tree, I saw the withered skills sticking up, one wrapped around the other and spiraling up. The lush branches are now desolate. Dead leaves fall beside the roots, and when the winter wind blows gently, these countless leaves roll forward. Without the joy of the past, only the leaves are deeply resentful.
Walk home along the path covered with yellow leaves. The tenderness of spring is lost here, and all you can feel is the biting cold wind blowing across your cheeks.
Leaning against the window alone, watching the fallen leaves render winter and watching the vicissitudes of time. In the face of this completely different scenery from the past, I was grateful for a moment, but I didn't know where to start and where to put pen to paper. Yes! What should I say? Should we praise the winter wind for blowing away all the noise, or should we criticize its ruthlessness? I thought about it and finally just smiled indifferently. What's the difference between good and bad? Isn't everything positive and negative?
Alas! Think again that this winter wind has been abused for several weeks, and there is still no sporadic light snow. Is it because snow is afraid of the majesty of winter, so it dare not come out? At this point, it is inevitable that there will be more regrets in my heart.
However, this regret did not last long, and then it became full of joy. It snowed heavily last night. At first glance this morning, the world has already been wrapped in silver. People who have been at home for many days can't hold back their inner excitement and rush out one by one. Play in this world wrapped in white.
I walked aimlessly in the snow, but I came to an obscure corner. Suddenly, a cluster of fiery red attracted me. Look carefully, it turned out to be a red plum. This kind of red is different from other colors, such as fire and gold, and it is very eye-catching. In this white world, it is unique. It is a kind of courage to fight against first frost and stand alone in the wind. Far away, far away ... Looking back, I still see this red plum in full swing.
Ah! I understand now that the winter scenery is bleak, but not boring. One second is gorgeous, but it doesn't mean the next is desolate. This is the changeable winter!