I like to watch the fallen leaves fall on the hay. The red leaves and yellow stems are very beautiful. Looking at them, I will think of the bleak glory when the sun sets slowly, and I will think of the white-haired old man walking hand in hand on the stone steps, calm and safe, with a touch of warmth and some touching.
After the first snowstorm in winter, they will disappear on the ground and rest in the arms of Mother Earth again. After a long wait, the first gentle call of the spring breeze will awaken all their descendants.
I like to watch the bright grass-green Jiang Nanan, and the bleak winter escapes in their little laughter. How tender is the new green stem? In the crevices of the stone, on the soil, they bravely stand up their slender waist, grow inch by inch in the cold wind and miserable rain, pollute the embankment and the earth bit by bit, and weave exciting spring clothes under the blue sky and breeze.
How can you stand the lush grass? Gently touch with your hand, as delicate as a baby's skin. A little slip from the palm of your hand, and some tiny life rhythms pass from your hand to your heart. People can't help but sigh that such a delicate plant has such tenacious vitality. It takes the lead in responding to the spring breeze, attracting pink and green, bees flying butterflies and beautiful spring.
I like to watch the grass grow in midsummer. Under the caress of the scorching sun, the grass releases all the good things in life. The endless green Yuan Ye sets off all kinds of blooming flowers, and the blue sky becomes lower in the field of vision, as if bending down close to the grass.
During this time, the grass is the biggest and softest new bed, tempting us to give our bodies to them very comfortably, without anxiety and trouble, and dreaming the most relaxing dream surrounded by the grass.
When we close our eyes, the grass in the sun surrounds our sense of smell. What a warm and delicious smell. Not as strong as all kinds of flowers, not as elegant as brand-name perfume. It is the smell of cooked rice, the smell in milk, the original smell of nature, the taste of the earth and the embrace of our mother.
Yes, grass, you are the main food for cattle, horses and sheep. Through them, you have become white milk, delicious meat, warm fur, and surging power, which has propped up all ethnic groups and countries.
The sky is gray, the wilderness is vast, the wind is blowing, and the cattle and sheep are low. In the boundless time, it seems to see a generation of male master Genghis Khan sweeping across Eurasia, invincible. The grass created an unprecedented hero on horseback.
The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with the seasons. Wildfire never completely devours them, but they grow tall again in the spring breeze. Flexible grass, what are you? Is it our countless humble and weak lives? We are ordinary grass people, but we can also describe spring, dress up the earth, unite weak lives, change the environment and create the world.
That familiar song sounded like a melody in my heart: no flowers/no trees/I'm an unknown grass/I'm never lonely/I'm never worried/You see my partners are all over the world. ...
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* In the lonely winter, there is monotonous yellow everywhere. Everywhere is bleak, even the clear river in the past has lost its luster, hiding under the ice and feeling gloomy and sleepy. There is a mother and daughter, emitting warm sunshine. Next, mother is combing her daughter's hair. She gently straightened her hair and braided it gently. Her face is full of smiles. Spin into long braids. The sun kissed the long hair, like scattered gold powder, shining with erratic brilliance. The daughter snuggled up in her mother's arms and kept talking, which made her smile from time to time. Sweet affection melts the cold of winter, and makes the winter scene in Xiao Suo spin out the beauty of spring.
It snowed at night and didn't stop all night. Snowflakes are soft and fall on the beehives with mottled black paint. The bees are sleeping. In exquisite hexagonal beehives, they are like secret letters sealed with wax. They are also like refined pure gold particles and are treasured by rich kings. In fact, they are more valuable than gold, because bees are alive. Their dreams are the sweetest in the world, and Chinese milk vetch in the south is the sweetest. One thanks, the other opens. But I don't know if there are any traces of snow in the bustling dreamland tonight. If a lovely bee wakes up quietly with the beat of snow, it will smell a wisp of fragrance falling from the sky, which is holy and magical. Unfortunately, no one is lucky enough to recover. The flowers on the earth have exhausted them.
* In the years of poverty, people can also feel some deep happiness. For example, I often remember to add a bowl of hot white rice, pour a spoonful of lard and a spoonful of soy sauce, and sit in front of the "bucket top" (the stone steps of the hall door) to savor the aroma of lard bibimbap. Every grain of rice is full of happiness.
The happiness of life originally does not lie in people's environment, people's status and the things that people can enjoy, but in how people's hearts correspond to life. Therefore, happiness is not determined by external things. The poor have the happiness of the poor, the rich have the happiness of the rich, the powerful have their own happiness, and the humble have their own happiness. Everyone has smiles and tears in life. In life, everyone has happiness and troubles, which is the true face of the human world.
When love shines over a cold heart like bright sunshine, we will find that love itself is a tremulous chord, a dispersion of floral fragrance, lasting and warm, and it extends to others. From one hand to the other, from one person to another. This is the warmth floating from the depths of the lover's soul, awakening a tired footprint and an indifferent heart in the spiritual world. Then,
* If you are just a drop of water, but you reflect the colorful light of the sun, let the black people see the most beautiful color in the world. How important you are to the children.
No matter how small and humble, you can also write fairy tales of life in your own world and create miracles of life. Perhaps, because of you, the world has added a color. When you are brave, you should say to yourself, "I am very important, I am a landscape."
* Smile. Sing the song of life. Tears should flow for the sadness of others; Kindness should be born for a kind heart; Compassion, giving poverty to the poor; Care, warmth, loneliness and desolation.
* Death, disease, injury, injustice ... these have long existed. Moreover, plays in their name are being performed all the time in this world. Some sad or angry stories make us cry, but they will soon be forgotten. Some ugly phenomena once filled us with indignation, but they soon gave way to other exciting things. All this is just because they happen to others and are too far away from My World. Our feelings cooled, solidified and fell into the air! & amp (= National Bureau of Standards) National Bureau of Standards
1 On the winding lotus pond, the leaves of Tian Tian are expected. The leaves are high in the water, like elegant dancers' skirts. Among the leaves, some white flowers are scattered, some bloom gracefully, and some bloom shyly. Just like pearls, stars in the blue sky, beautiful women who have just come out of the bath, the breeze blows, bringing wisps of fragrance, as if there were faint songs in the distant building. At this time, the leaves and flowers also trembled slightly, like lightning, and swept across the other side of the lotus pond at once. The leaves are close side by side, so there are condensation ripples. Under the leaves, there is running water, which is covered. It can't be. But leaves are more exposed to the wind.
Moonlight, like running water, pours quietly on this leaf and flower. Thin blue mist floats in the lotus pond. Leaves and flowers seem to have been washed in milk. Like a dream with a veil. Although it is a full moon, there are faint clouds in the sky, so it can't shine. But I think this is just a benefit-deep sleep is indispensable, and a nap has a different flavor. Moonlight shines through the treetops, and the bushes in the high places fall in the mottled shadows, just like ghosts; The sparse shadows of curved willows are like paintings on lotus leaves. The moonlight in the pond is uneven. But light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as a famous song played in the Vatican.
The lotus pond is far and near on all sides, with high trees and low trees and the most willows. These trees surround a lotus pond. Only on one side of the path, there are some gaps, which seem to be reserved for moonlight. For example, the color of a tree is cloudy and looks like a cloud of smoke at first glance. However, the fullness of willow branches can also be distinguished in the smoke. The distant mountains in the treetops are just a little careless. There are still one or two lamps leaking from the cracks in the trees, which are sleepy eyes. At this time, the most lively is the cicada in the tree and the frog in the water. But the excitement is theirs. I have nothing.
I often think of you, my friend.
You are in that distant city, a city that is distant and strange to me, a city that I can't see even if I stand on the top of the mountain.
I often think of you, my friend.
I am in this remote mountain village. I once released a thousand paper cranes, and I broke ten thousand willows, although I know that even the wings of Shan Ying can't fly to your city.
However, my dream foot, stepping on the starlight and moonlight every night, crosses Qian Shan every day.
My friend, I will see you again.
But my friend, I want you to forgive me, because I only brought warm and powerful arms; I brought you nothing but your strange spring scenery.
No matter how mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. Not as bad as you. When you are the richest, you seem to be the poorest. The faultfinder can be found even in heaven. You should love your life, even if it is poor. Even in the workhouse, you still have a happy, happy and glorious time. The setting sun shines on the workhouse. In front of the door, the snow in early spring melted. I only see a calm person, like in a palace, living contentedly and having happy thoughts. In my opinion, the poor in towns often lead the most independent and uninhibited lives. Maybe they deserve it, because they are great. Most people think they are detached and don't rely on towns to support them. But in fact, they often use improper means to deal with life. They are not detached, but disgraceful. Think of poverty as a flower in the garden and cultivate it like a saint! Don't bother yourself with new tricks, whether it is new friends or new clothes. Find the old one and go back there. Everything is the same, but we are changing. You can sell your clothes, but keep your thoughts.
In the morning light, the stars in the sky gradually disappeared. At the last moment, the stars are still telling us about last night's dream in the distance, comforting those who are about to wake up and comforting those who are about to wake up and face loneliness. The stars tell us what is quiet beauty, fantasy and romance.
Am I the first person to wake up and say goodbye to Chen? I hope so, but I don't, because I am eager to have a quiet conversation with the stars and say some touching words hidden in my heart, but at the same time, who among us is not eager for that pleasant bosom friend? Wouldn't it be better to say goodbye to Chen with them?
Chen and I will walk away and go to the other side far away from us. I saw him off with my dear friends. In the misty sky and dreamlike thoughts, we have no sadness, except faint sadness, because we all know that there is another world on the other side of Chen.
Give the traveler a lamp like a bean.
Give the wanderer a greeting from his hometown.
Give the lost man a glass of wine.
The ladder climbed by the pursuers in the teaching circle first.
Give people who have experienced vicissitudes a warm platform.
Give a teahouse to the lost who are looking for life.
The battlefield of newborn calves.
Give people who have just entered this world a development stage.
Man's grace in the rain at night.
Give a feminine lady an escape through a lonely boat.
Give vulgarity the elegance of Chun Xue.
The popularity of beauty for elegant people.
1,200 seafood for casting nets.
Give the sower ten thousand seeds.
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When you hold your head high, you will be surprised to lose the empty planetesimals.
A pot of wine makes the world drunk.
If the continuous green waves of bamboo forests make people feel relaxed and happy, and the shallow water in the south of the Yangtze River makes people linger, then we can only use shock to describe the ups and downs of Kunlun Mountain.
Since ancient times, Kunlun Mountain has attracted Taoist priests from the Buddhist community to build temples here, cultivate self-cultivation, preach scriptures and preach sermons. The forest here is deep and the scenery is beautiful. At the turn of spring and summer, the mountains are covered with green trees and flowers, which is even more charming.
In the chaotic world, artists have perfectly grasped the beauty of Kunlun: it is near dusk, the sun is hanging obliquely in the west, and the Kunlun Mountain, which fluctuates like a python, is surprisingly beautiful. Surrounded by mountains, there is a beautiful lake with clear wind and white sand and blue waves hanging high. In the distance is the snow peak, and colorful clouds spread freely in the sky, sweeping across the lake.
Xinding quandong
Everyone has a clear spring in his heart, which washes your soul and nourishes your life. Just because of the complexity of daily trivial life, it masks her beautiful voice and blurs her clarity and transparency.
It's quiet at night and nature is silent. At this moment, you can take off your heavy mask, remove the fence of your heart garden and really look at yourself. In the depths of your life, you finally heard a leisurely and crisp voice. This is a poem of truth, goodness and beauty, like a shower and a spring breeze, soft and meaningful.
The moon is hidden and the wind is light. At this time, you can face up to your naked conscience and get out of the secular fan box. At the height of your soul, you finally feel an inevitable rhythm. This is a true, good and beautiful song! Like the bright moon, like the autumn sun, indifferent and quiet.
When traveling against the wind, whenever you look back at the bumps and mud behind you, your heart will suddenly swell up ... finally you realize that life doesn't believe in tears, and failure doesn't mean killing success! There is no eternal luck in the world to make you complacent forever. What are the eternal misfortunes in the world to make you miserable forever?
The glory of life is not ordinary, but mediocre! So think more about when the spring breeze is proud, as long as you don't betray the original intention of beauty; When you are embarrassed and frustrated, look forward to it a little more, as long as you don't make up a bitter dream that you don't wake up!
Put out jealousy like fire with your heart, and wash away vanity like dust with your heart, and life will be infinitely relaxed. Whispering hearts clearly tell you that people's hearts are not as sinister as you think, and life is not as bleak and heavy as you render!
Stay away from despicable fights, avoid worldly disputes, approach Ding Dong's heart and listen to Ding Dong's heart. ...
Relive the good mood; Soothe a tired heart; Looking back on the cold life.
Listen to your heart and let your thoughts go deep and pure; Listen to the heart and make life richer and more vivid.
You are too young to be looked down upon. But every time I see you emerge from walls, rubble, roofs and even hard cracks, I can't help but marvel at your tenacious vitality.
You are the representative of the tenacious vitality of green plants. In the face of the test of nature, you always maintain the unyielding attitude of the strong. No matter fire, flood, frost or drought, you have never given in.
I especially admire you for your perseverance, perseverance and perseverance, regardless of the advantages and disadvantages of the environment. In that hot desert, you can always see your unyielding figure, or a plant, or a clump. Even though the water there is as expensive as oil, you have always been strong and developing downwards, and the slender roots must go deep into the ground until you find a precious water source. The vitality of weeds can be described as powerful! Weeds will be stronger! On the snowy mountain, you are also growing tenaciously, facing the cold wind and resisting the extreme cold. When the spring breeze blows the snow down the mountain, you will sprout some green buds.
That's how you keep growing. Although you don't have the heroic spirit of pine trees, the graceful weeping willows, the gorgeous peaches and plums and the fragrance of Lan Zhi, you are full of the vitality of nature, and you have been deeply rooted in my heart!
I praise the grass, and I will loudly praise those who have strong will!
Half a yellow leaf falls, and I hear the sound of life withering. Yes, the geese flew south again, leaving only dead branches on the branches. The spring water gradually dried up and the chill came quietly. All this tells me that winter is coming.
In my opinion, winter is the least romantic season, especially in the south. It can't see the snow and ice in the north. There is no Wan Li desert in the west, and there is no sound at all. Winter in the south is always just a depressed color. It's freezing, but it doesn't bring a trace of moisture. The cold of soaking bone marrow seems to have taken away all the warmth of the body, leaving only a loose and cold substance stuffed between the chest and lungs. In such a season, people's thoughts will be frozen, and emotions and romance will be thrown out of the clouds in an instant. In this way,
Standing outdoors, taking a breath gently, a mass of white fog wrapped in a warm curl lifted off, stretched out in mid-air, and merged into the long-lost dry cold air. The hope that had just been ignited was shattered, quietly and quietly disappeared, as if it had never happened, and it was particularly wet in a trance. The paddle grew into a big tree, and in winter.
In summer, the lotus pond is full of flowers, leaving only withered stems and leaves. I've long lost that bejeweled charm. The cold wind is swaying, and the dead leaves are dying, as if quietly telling the beauty of the past, and as if quietly crying. If there is another cold rain, it will make the flowers grow bigger, which shows Li Yishan's mood of leaving the residual lotus to listen to the rain.
The mountains in the south are not as tall and majestic as those in the north. In winter, they lost the smoothness of the past, leaving a slightly gray figure standing quietly between heaven and earth. They were silent. If there is a heavy snow in the north and the mountains are covered with boundless white, it will be a magnificent picture and there will be new hope among the mountains. Unfortunately, there is no snow in the south, just like scattered hills on a mound.
Standing by the river, I found that there was only a narrow gray chain left in the moat in the past, and the riverbank where the waves beat thousands of stones in the past is now in a state of stagnation. The river seems to have solidified, even the flow rate of the east injection seems to have stopped, and everything is silent.
Yes, winter in the south can only be described as dead silence, with no sense of life. There is only one deposit slip between heaven and earth. This depressing atmosphere is full of everything and takes away their vitality bit by bit.
Here, I only send my love to the window, send a heart fragrance from a distance, hope that there is a trace of new green and bring the hope of spring.
The moon in early winter
Autumn is still strong, and it is early winter in a blink of an eye. The moon walks into the winter night sky with the temperature of autumn.
It gets dark early. After dinner, I went back to the dormitory in the dark. After crossing the hill, I suddenly saw the bright orange early winter moon on the southwest hillside, hanging down completely, huge and fresh, and a beautiful and cordial feeling rose from my heart. In the night, the dark peaks are scattered, the vision is everywhere, and a ridge crosses the sky to meet the sunset glow. On the edge of faded Yu Xia, the cut image of the mountain is a faint ink painting, while the outline near the mountain is like a heavy ink painting; In the southwest exit direction of the hillside, the mountain is rapidly open and the peaks are undulating, like a black wave, magnificent in the harmonious moonlight; The moonlight over the hillside under the moon and the nearby mountains and rivers give people a good feeling that this month is specially designed for this place. The moonlight and mountains are so beautiful! Looking at the bright moon, I seem to forget my existence, leaving only a ray of beautiful feelings, which emerged in this moonlight.
A person wandering in the moonlight, thinking about what he was worried about or even worried about during the day, has forgotten now, while some people will remember clearly what they didn't have time to care about or even forget during the day. This beautiful moonlight will make the treasure in my heart bloom, and even the pain will become beautiful. But this moonlight is more to make me carefree, relax physically and mentally, and make my breathing slightly even and imperceptible.
Orange moon, orange light, orange light, floating with a faint frost. In the empty night sky, I feel the moonlight seems to be flowing, I feel the rhythm of moonlight, and I realize that people's emotions are in harmony with the fluctuation of moonlight. In this soft moonlight, as long as you concentrate on one emotion, it seems that you can hear the beautiful song "Butterfly Lovers" and see the elegant and dreamy "Swan Lake" ... Have these works also experienced the birth of moonlight, and the author's inspiration has been nourished and watered by moonlight? Otherwise, how can these beautiful things be restored in this moonlight?
The mountains slept peacefully in the dim moonlight. I didn't expect that the mountains I saw repeatedly during the day were reappeared by moonlight, but they were like fairyland. The trees on the mountain huddled together, hugged each other and fell asleep. The tall and swaying crowns of trees such as pine trees are like clouds, like splash-ink paintings in the dark night. The mountains are breathing, the trees are breathing, and the air is breathing. Listen at this moment, you can hear the ends of the earth. The listener looks at the eyes, not the ears, but the heart, with the help of moonlight.
Moonlight is like orange indifferent liquid, mountains and rivers are immersed in moonlight, and it is as quiet as heaven. Under the lonely moon, a peaceful and peaceful heart, under the wise examination of moonlight, life is beautiful for a moment, and people's hearts should be beautiful. What we do is worthy of this beautiful world and this beautiful moonlight; Only a beautiful soul can shine into the beautiful moonlight, and only a person with a beautiful heart can dare to face the beautiful moonlight quietly and have a peaceful soul.
Thanks to life and nature, my boat of life drove away the noise, pollution and congestion, moored in this moonlight, and met this beautiful dreamlike scenery. I even forgot when and how I got into this moonlight, and I didn't expect to get out of this quiet and pleasant dream.
In the long river of time, we only have our own ray of moonlight. If we don't cherish a little, we will suffer a lot and everything will be in vain. Didn't you see that this month has come from ancient times, gone through vicissitudes, experienced ups and downs, sent eternal love, and watched the flowers bloom and fall ... The moon of Qi Wang, the moon of Frost Morning, the moon of Guan Shanyue and the moon of HongLing are all gone! The mountains and rivers are silent and fall asleep; Every month, someone speaks for himself. How should we grasp this ray of moonlight? In early winter, the moon hangs high and silent, like a shower.
Winter in Baima Lake
In my career of more than forty years, the most profound understanding of winter was when I moved to the beginning of ten years ago. In the past ten years, Baima Lake has become a small village. When I moved, it was still a wilderness. The new building in chunhui middle school stands on the other side of the lake. At the foot of the mountain on this side of the lake are several newly-built bungalows, where Liu Junru and I live. Besides, there is no one for two or three miles.
The wind there roars like a tiger almost every day. Although the house is newly built, its structure is extremely rough. The wind blew in from the gap between the doors and windows, which was particularly sharp. Thick paper was stuck in the gap between the doors and windows, but there was still penetration in the gap between the citron. When it blows badly, close the door at night, and after dinner, the whole family sleeps in bed, listening to the cold wind and the surging lake. I often wear a low Luo Song hat and work late into the night under foreign lights. Pine trees are roaring, frosty moons are windows, and hungry mice are squeaking on the dust. At this time, I am deeply interested in bleak poems. Often, a person refuses to sleep, imagining himself as a figure in landscape painting and making all kinds of beautiful reverie.
Now, Baima Lake is complete from the mountain to the outside, and it will shine until the foot of the mountain. When the sun is fine, as long as it doesn't blow, it is really warm, unlike winter. The whole family sat in the courtroom and even had lunch outside. Just like eating in summer, where the sun shines, they move chairs and stools there. Suddenly, the cold wind came, so they had to escape into the room with chairs and stools and shut the door in a hurry. As for the big cold, it will roar all day and last for two or three days. In the coldest days, the mud looks as white as a river, the mountains are purple and black with cold, and the lake waves are deep blue.
I don't hate snow. On snowy days, the room is particularly bright, and there is almost no need to light a lamp at night. The snow in the distant mountains is enough for me to see for half a month, and I can see it from the window when I look up. But it snows only once or twice a year in the south, and almost all the winter feelings I enjoy there come from the wind. It can be said that there are geographical reasons for the windy White Horse Lake, where the lakes and mountains are beautiful. This is just a way to welcome the wind. The landscape of Baima Lake is not far from ordinary scenic spots, but the wind is different from other places. Everyone who has been there knows how strong the wind is. Wind has played an important role in the feeling of winter since ancient times, especially in Baima Lake.
Now, the family has lived in Shanghai for many days. When they hear the wind in the dead of night, everyone will mention Baima Lake and say, "I don't know how hard it is blowing tonight!"
The bath in early winter is full of sunshine.
After leaving my former residence for a month or two, I once came back and sat in front of the desk under the south window. The first thing I found strange was the sunshine on the desk. It turns out that summer has passed, autumn has passed, early winter has arrived, and the sun outside the window has set southward with every minute.
Leaning my chair against the windowsill and reading with my back to the window, the sun covered my upper body. Instead of annoying me like a month or two ago, it makes me feel warm and comfortable. The sun, the mother of all things, seems to be pouring a kind of milk that can cure diseases and prolong life into my body through his light.
I thought to myself: I am surprised at my feelings. Why did it suddenly become like this? The evil of the day before yesterday has become the joy of today; What was abandoned the day before yesterday has become what is sought today; The grudges of the day before yesterday turned into the kindness of today. Zhangyan was surprised to see the abandoned fan on the shelf. The joy of the day before yesterday turned into the sin of today. What I asked for the day before yesterday has become what I abandoned today; The gratitude of the day before yesterday turned into hostility today. Suddenly, I laughed at myself: "Summer is terrible, winter is lovely" and "giving up donations by a group fan" are old sayings, and your wife knows them. Why are you surprised? So my reason gave in. But my feelings still haven't given in. I think there is a strange feeling in this cold and changeable period, which is enough to surprise me. Just like the evening when the sun goes down, it is not completely dark: we can still feel the day and night. It's like when we get on the boat, one foot is on the boat and the other foot is on the shore: we can still feel the land and water at the same time. We are all strong at night. Everyone knows that there is land on board, but it's just "knowing", not "feeling". I was covered by the sunshine in early winter for a long time, and my shirt was getting wet. At this time, the "feeling" of bathing day and the "feeling" of waving a fan are mixed in my body. Isn't this an amazing experience?
So I simply threw away the book and lay on the rattan chair in the corner. I look around the room with this complicated feeling. I think many things have changed a lot. Some things have become better: like this room, in summer, it is often too small and all the windows are open, which is not enough. I almost want to tear down these walls. But now it's suddenly big, very big! It will be separated by a screen in the near future. For example, the hot water kettle in the case was once expelled from the tea urn to the corner of the cupboard, and now it stands in front of us like a monument. When the quilt was once basked in the sun, everyone complained that it was stupid and thick. Now it is spread under the quilt, which makes people look pleasing to the eye and thin. Sofa chairs used to be sold, but fortunately no one bought them now. Once upon a time, it wanted to take off its black cat. Welcome it in. Now they are gradually excluded, and they will be prevented from entering the room like thieves in the near future. Another example is the bamboo couch, which was once treasured by everyone and was once a great honor. Now it is ignored, withered and lifeless. There is a soda advertising picture on the wall. There is a big bottle of soda in the corner and a glass with white foam at the bottom. I saw a drooling soda painting earlier. Now this painting is almost chilling. The naked foreign girl sat on the small bookshelf in the window, which she used to think was too interesting. Now she looks pathetic. The plaster model of the famous ancient Greek sculpture was made up, and the skirt faded on the thigh and stood high on the aerial flowerpot rack. When I saw her face smiling in summer, I suddenly felt full of joy when I looked at it these days.
In fact, how can things be covered up? It is my own feelings that have become rebellious. How can feelings become rebellious? Nature taught it. How serious is nature's command: you don't love the summer wind and the winter sun. How ridiculous nature's command is: in summer, you must praise what is cursed in winter, and in winter, you must curse what is praised in summer!
Life also has winter and summer. Childhood is like summer, and adulthood is like winter. Or young as summer and old as winter. In the winter and summer of life, people often feel rebellious, and their orders are so serious and funny.