It was late at night and I rubbed my eyes wearily. In the distance, the sound of playing mahjong next door was heard, which was extremely noisy. I hate it. This situation has been going on for several days, and they always quarrel until the early hours of the morning.
I pushed open the door and walked out of the house. Not to be taunted, you can always hide! I put on my coat, and the cold wind at night made me shudder. When I walked out of the door, I found the night was beautiful. At this time, the autumn color is thick, and the moon on the horizon is surrounded by clouds, which is particularly sad and blurred. A ray of quiet yellowish moonlight shines obliquely on the branches of osmanthus trees, as clear as autumn water. This faint moonlight brushed away my impetuousness during the day. Stand on tiptoe, as if accepting charity from heaven. The nerves relaxed and the whole person calmed down.
My attention did not make the moon shy, but became clearer and clearer. It is not stingy with its own brilliance, and it shines brightly on people's hearts. She is like a little fairy in feathered clothes, dancing in the air, with moonlight as her ribbon and stars as her foil. The moonlight is as elegant as wine, mellow and moist.
It's the first time to see such a touching moonlight. Usually before dark, every household turns on the lights. I stay at home and have no feeling about the night. All I know is that it's dark and scary outside at night.
I walked slowly on the road again. The lotus in the pond is dying, and it will be comforted by the moonlight like water, which will accompany it in the coming year. The sky is pure and clear. At this moment, I saw an old couple in clean clothes sitting on a bench by the grass. The old woman has a steamed bun in her hand, and the old man has a steamed bun in his hand, and there is a plastic bag next to it, which contains two eggs. It turns out that they are cleaners in the community, having finished their work and having dinner. This dinner is particularly simple, just like them, with a happy smile on their faces, competing with the moonlight.
When they saw me, they were still smiling and extremely friendly. I smiled back. I can't help but think of the words "the moon is at sea now, and the horizon is * * * at this time".
It turns out that the most beautiful things are always met inadvertently. I came home, thinking about the beauty in my heart and falling asleep with the moonlight.
The fallen leaves are fluttering, fluttering and falling.
The yellow leaves are about to wither.
At the moment when the breeze blows.
Leaves took this step.
Complete its final mission
At that moment, the leaves turned into fallen leaves.
I don't know whether to be happy or sad
In the air, the wind is accompanied by leaves, and leaves blend with the wind.
Spin, fly
Like floating, like falling
The slow melody is so beautiful in a short journey.
Until the dust settles
At that moment, I only felt that the leaves were boundless.
This is not just a dream, this is awakening.
Dream or wake up.
I hope the leaves are always there.
I hope the fallen leaves will float forever.
In the distance, in which direction?
When I was a child, I often asked my mother, "Where is the distance? How far is it? " Mother is always silent, staring at the sky. So I asked, "mom, mom, is the sky far away?" "Mom smiled, but she was silent. ...
Time passed, I went to primary school, and I also understood the meaning of the word far away. It's far away, you can't see or touch it, and you don't know how far it is.
As far as I can remember, my grandfather died when I was in kindergarten. I asked my mother, "Mom, mom, where is my grandfather?" I miss him. "Mom said," grandpa! He went to a beautiful world, where there were grass, flowers and birds, and very, very beautiful and lovely children played with grandpa. "Mom can't help crying as long as she mentions it. At that time, I was sensible, like a little adult, pretending to be serious and saying, "Mom, don't cry." After that, I reached out to hug my mother. Then, my mother added: "Grandpa's place is heaven and' far away'. So I'm naive. I thought the distance was heaven. I asked my mother, "Mom, where is heaven?" Mother still looked at the sky and said, "You will understand when you grow up."
When I was in the second grade, I still often asked my mother, and every time I asked, it was different. Sometimes I ask, "Mom, can you take me far away?" I will also ask: "Mom, have you ever been to Far Away!" " I will also ask: "Mom, I want grandpa, I want grandpa, you take me to see him, meow ~ ~ you take me!" " Really! Blare, blare ~ "
But my mother didn't say a word in the face of my question, just looked up at the sky and looked at the blue sky blankly.
When I was a child, I was eager to know what "distance" was. Now I won't ask or say it again. I already know where the distance is This is a beautiful place. I am ready to meet my distant place, as long as you work hard.
In the dark, we always use this broken heart to find light.
Light, what is it?
I don't know.
I know that in a small room, a moth puts out the fire, that is, it is seeking light; On a large scale, when the revolutionary ancestors sought the way to govern the country, they were also looking for light.
I also know that moths and revolutionary ancestors used their black eyes and broken souls to seek light and explore in the dark, and finally found the ultimate meaning of life, and worked tirelessly for it all their lives.
Is it just a good agent to pursue fire, light and the way of governing the country? Is that all? No, not. That is the light of different races and different times. So what is our light that belongs to the brightest flower of our time?
I don't know.
But I know that some people's bright spot is to study hard and finally get into a key high school, so that they can enter their ideal university. Some people's light is intoxicated by the sea of books and the bright words like wine. Some people just leave unsuitable places as soon as possible and adapt to society in a new environment.
What about me? Where is my lamp? Looking at the black eyes in the mirror, I seem to gradually understand what my light is.
My light is simple, needless to say, simple, and can be realized.
My eyes can pursue the light. What about you? what do you use it for?
Time is like running water, gone forever, which makes you unconsciously enter the third grade and change your life. Let's taste the taste of grade three. ...
In the first week, I was still a carefree primary school student, and I didn't know what to worry about. I live in various ways every day. As if I had an expectation for the third grade, I felt fresh and relaxed. This feeling is like a ronin by the sea, free and very leisurely-
The second week, I felt better, but it didn't seem as warm as last week. Now my mood seems to have turned from sunny to cloudy. Suddenly I feel an unknown responsibility approaching me. I hate it. I just want to get rid of this hateful thing and still live a leisurely life day after day.
By the third week, I felt worse and my mood changed from cloudy to cloudy. That annoying responsibility has defeated me, and I have to bow my head to face the reality. I can only do what I should do according to its instructions. This responsibility seems to be fixed in my heart and I can't get rid of it. This responsibility haunts me like a devil, and I have to give in to it.
The fourth week, I felt terrible and rainy. It's really hard Such words often come out of my mouth. It once disappeared. So far, this is really daydreaming. It feels like a punch. This kind of hard work is beyond words. In a word, it's miserable. ...
The fifth week, the weather is good. A man named Understanding came to me and said, "Learning is your responsibility. You must do everything carefully. You don't have to be sad all the time What can you do with a sad face? In the end, we have to do this. Why are you not dedicated and unhappy? As long as you try your best, you will feel gratified and happy. " I felt much better after listening to it, and finally she said, "I understand you, and I hope you can understand others."
Sixth week ...
It seems that her words really touched me and made me look for diligent happiness from depression!
Let's spend the third year without regrets!
I opened my eyes in the dim light, and the dazzling sunshine didn't mean to compromise at all. To my surprise, I came to a mysterious island, and I walked along a path to a densely populated place.
The scenery here is very beautiful. There are many plants, mostly big trees, mostly towering trees. Where did Gigi come from? Looking up, there is a fierce-looking bird among the branches of that big tree, like an eagle, but it is small, but it may be a leader, and there are a group of birds below, all under his command. However, there is also a different kind of bird here. It doesn't have a sharp beak like other birds, and it looks smart, but other birds are attacking it and even killing it. I rushed over to save it. Seeing that other birds were not spared, I took this bird to the depths of the island and solved it. "And you are?" A trembling voice came and I froze. "Who, who?" I just found out that it was the bird, but it can only speak classical Chinese (it evolved too late). I finally understood a few words: This is Xiandao, and every animal here can talk, but it is out of place, cold and fierce. Then it introduced everything here to me.
First, we came to Xiandao School, which is a royal school. We must give some guards when we go in. The headmaster here is an old hunting dog. I heard that I have been re-elected as the principal for many times. There is only one teacher here, and it is a family. Most of the students here are hunting dogs and other small animals. Those little animals seem to have a high position. There are hounds in the first and second rows of the class, followed by other animals. The teacher is just an eccentric hound and is not angry with others. I sighed and left.
Then it took me to the palace and let me see the king on the island. As soon as I got to the door, I was stopped by the guard. The bird said that it can only take me here, and it is not qualified to enter this place. I am very angry. Why? What's the big deal? I won't go. The guard jumped up and asked, "What, are you going to die, dead monkey?" The bird said, "no, no, he is wrong." Sorry, sorry. " I glared at the bird. Stuffed it in my pocket and went into the palace. I walked forward covering my nose. There are mutilated bones everywhere. I met the island king, who is a hunting dog (according to my observation and guess, the hunting dog here is a first-class animal) and lies on his back. I'll tell you why, but it threw a token. "You can walk around with it."
Thank you, Island King. I ran away in a hurry, but a rabbit caught my attention. Several hounds are chasing it. I tried to save it, but the bird stopped me. "You don't want to live? Is this the palace? Be careful. " I reluctantly left, left this disgusting place,
"Where are we going next?" I asked the bird. "Take you to a good place," Yang Ziqiu ""Let's go, go forward.
We took the token all the way, unimpeded, and soon arrived at the Yangtze Hill. The sheep there were disgusted when they saw the token. "Put it away," said the bird. They don't like this kind of thing. " I quickly put it away and understood its meaning slightly, trying to explain the purpose of the patriarch. The patriarch received me respectfully. Introduce me to the sheep, and they bring out fresh grass to entertain me and the birds. I couldn't eat it, but I ate it out of courtesy. I have lived here for many days, where the environment is elegant and the sheep are United and friendly. I decided to settle the bird's home here, and the patriarch welcomed me. I bowed to them to thank them. The calm here was quickly broken, and it's time to pay tribute. A sheep must be chosen to pay tribute to the hound king. I thought sheep would fight to the death, but I didn't expect them to fight for it. They would rather give up themselves than their companions. Finally, they decided to pull the grass (draw lots), and then they held a grand commemorative ceremony to bid farewell to the heroes of the sheep family. On the day of tribute, they went to the palace sadly, and I discussed it with the bird.
I found a stick on the road and hid it on me. I took the sheep to the palace. On the grounds of returning the hound token, I approached the hound and killed it with a stick. The sheep present were stunned and at a loss. The bird took control of the situation, and I handed over the kingship here to the patriarch of the sheep family. They were flattered. I said to the patriarch, "You will manage this place well, and the kingship is yours. Take care of my friends and don't say anything. " I turned and ran, not wanting to be tackled by an escaped hound, and then there was a pain.
It turned out that I fell from the bed and woke up, only to find that it was a dream, wiped my sweat and fell asleep again.