Chapter 1: It’s great to see the plum blossoms bloom again
The green bricks and black tiles in my memory, and the wintersweet tree, are always guarded forever. It was the paradise of my childhood. .
"Xiao Xi, the wintersweet is blooming, let's go play for a while." "Okay!" Together with my companion Xiao Xi, we went to the plum tree in the backyard and took a deep breath to enjoy the fragrance. The little yellow flowers filled my heart and told me something with a smile. To us at that time, it was extremely mysterious. I stared at the flower and thought of something. I ran back to the house and got a porcelain bowl. "Xiao Xi, I thought of something fun." I smiled and handed the bowl to Xiao Xi, and picked some brightly colored and fragrant flowers from the tree. Xiao Xi understood me very well, so she put a little water in it, and the two children smashed the flowers together and put them into a small bottle. When the flowers fall, the petals are in full bloom, and I throw them excitedly into the sky, and there is a rain of petals.
However, these memories have been sealed in the depths of the years. Now I am trapped in a house made of reinforced concrete. , wandering in the mountains and seas of books, unable to extricate themselves. So I sighed, put on my headphones, opened the window, and a long-lost aroma hit my face. ah! Wintersweet is blooming! I was deeply involved, but the wintersweet tree from my hometown appeared in my memory. However, I could never take back that memory, so I got on my car and quickly returned to my hometown.
My hometown is still covered with blue bricks and black tiles, and I stand there quietly, as if I know I am coming back. When I walked to the balcony, the vase containing wintersweet water was still there, but it was covered with a layer of dust. Taking it with me, I walked into the backyard. The roots of the wintersweet tree were coiled and the surface was uneven, but the flowers were still as bright and fragrant as before. I was soaked in this layer of fragrance, and the messy thoughts in my mind disappeared. The door of Xiao Xi's house was also closed, probably similar to me just now. I thought helplessly in my heart that the beauty of the old house has been forgotten in the corner by modern people.
On a whim, I took out a spray bottle and recalled my original invention. I gently picked off the flowers and crushed them with chopsticks. The movements were much faster than before, but I always felt that I was missing a little leisurely. and immature. After making it, put it in your pocket and let the fragrant wind blow by your ears, yes! The pure land in your heart has never gone far, as long as you experience it with a calm heart.
Pencil, paper. Looking at the plum blossoms in front of me, I left traces on the paper carefully, and the plum blossoms were blooming on the paper. Appreciate this painting carefully and smile like a flower.
There is an extra painting on the piled desk, which makes the mountain of books and the sea of ??topics extremely small. When you are tired and tired, you pick up the spray bottle and the fragrance fills the air. , telling me a bit of tranquility.
Oh, I met Mei Kai again. It’s great, it’s great!
Chapter 2: It’s good to see the island again
I am a seagull, a weather-beaten seagull.
The sun in the east has not yet risen above the horizon, and the dim starlight mixed with the weak morning light shines on me. Ignoring the dissuasion of my companions, I resolutely set foot on the place full of strange flowers that I visited when I was young. The journey to the island of exotic herbs.
Several days have passed, and I am exhausted. I have been eating and sleeping in the open for several days, and my old age can no longer bear it. Lying on the wet rocks, the goal in my mind seemed very far away, and I even wanted to retreat. I thought: The waves on the sea are rough, and if I don’t pay attention, I will be swallowed by the "merciless" sea. But going to that island again is the last goal of my life.
Finally, I chose to persist. Along the way, many similar people advised me to "return once I've lost my way", but I never wavered in my belief. In the storm, under the huge waves, I relied on my perseverance to get through it all. I have been injured countless times, but compared to my goal, what does this mean?
On a sunny day, I arrived at my destination and landed on a shining golden beach. I finally arrived at this dreaming island! I excitedly spread my wings and flew into the forest. The forest was full of flowers, the trees were full of fruits, and colorful butterflies danced among the flowers.
I was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of me. The fatigue of the long journey disappeared instantly, and looking at the beautiful scenery in front of me, I felt that any effort was worth it.
In the morning after that, I looked for food in the forest, and in the afternoon I played on the beach with my friends. Life was really enjoyable.
Persistence is a necessary condition for success. No matter how bad the situation is, we must fight to the end for the goal in our hearts. No matter how big the waves are on the road, no matter how much dissuasion from our companions, no matter how serious the injuries are, All these are insignificant in the face of ideals and success.
Chapter 3: It’s so good to see spring again
The earth has taken off its silver coat, the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. Along with the warm spring breeze, spring is here again, it’s really good!
Say goodbye to the chilling cold wind in winter and the scene of withered trees; the spring breeze turns green again on the south bank of the river, and the grasses are full of vitality, forming a beautiful picture with the flowers and the river. Seeing this scene, I can't help but think of a few years ago...
It was also a sunny spring, the sun was shining gently on the earth, and the warm spring breeze was blowing on my face. I came from my friend's house When I came back, I found that no one was home, and I didn’t bring my keys, so I had to go back to the street and ask for help from people passing by.
But when I was about to speak, my shy face immediately turned red and I swallowed back what I wanted to say. I was like an ant on a hot pot - anxious, trying hard to overcome my concerns, but I couldn't muster the courage, so I had to continue wandering on the street.
The sunset dyed the sky red. My legs were already sore and painful. I walked aimlessly on the street.
"Kid", this is what I thought of a hoarse but gentle voice next to me. I looked up and saw that the person speaking was a short old man in his sixties. He wears a pair of glasses in front of his deep-set eyes. He is gentle and looks kind. The old man continued: "Is there something wrong with you?"
Hearing this, I was a little at a loss, calmed myself down, and plucked up the courage to hesitate and said: "Can I borrow your Can you make a call on your cell phone? My family is not at home." After saying that, I felt my face was burning and I didn't dare to look up at the old man, worried that he would not lend me the phone.
"Yes!" The old man agreed readily. I was excited and moved. I raised my head and looked at him smiling, and I smiled too. After making the call, I gratefully said to my grandfather: Thank you.
Under the setting sun, the old man’s shadow stretched very long. I went home grateful. Just because he helped me when I was confused, I still remember his voice and smile. Since then, I understand. When you lend a helping hand to others when they are in trouble, even if you give them a small amount of help, it can encourage them and give them hope. As the saying goes: Give someone a rose and leave a lingering fragrance in your hands.
It’s spring again, and that incident still warms my heart. Looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, I can’t help but sigh: It’s so good to see spring again.
Chapter 4: It’s good to see myself again
Through the window, look at the sky in the distance.
Night, silence, the world slowly sinks into peace. The hot colors illuminated by the light reflected on the face.
The clock struck ten in a hurry, and the drafts around me were increasing layer by layer. I was slowly approaching hope, and I sketched an answer with a black pen, and fell asleep in a hurry.
Perhaps due to the pressure of the midterm exam, my sleep time is gradually shortening. The next morning I woke up hazy and was walking to the study when my mother suddenly called me, "What are you doing?" I was confused. She smiled and said she would take me out for a walk. I was about to politely refuse, but I met her expectant eyes and nodded in agreement.
This is a park I used to visit when I was a kid, but I haven’t been there for a long time. My mother took me on a familiar path, spread out a blanket in a deserted corner, and let me lie down.
Close your eyes slowly and feel the beauty of time.
When I was a child, I would discuss the clouds in the sky with my friends here, what they are like today and what they were like yesterday. They are changing every day, and we are growing every day.
Now, looking up at the sky again, I can't help but smile.
I have always stubbornly believed that only a life like a cloud is suitable for me. Freedom, unrestrained, this seems to be its epitome. In the valley of time, what I keep thinking about are the echoes of countless calls in my heart and my heart. Each time is fainter than the last, and each time is more distant than the last, but each time is more surprising than the last. How could time modify the rough and violent sound quality it once had and make it so refined and elegant?
The years are affectionate, and great love is silent, but it is this voice that is too old to be tolerated by time. It has finally crossed thousands of mountains and rivers and is silently by my side.
Looking at the sky again, the white clouds are still there. Only when you let go of your obsession can you live your life calmly. The past time has been wiped away by the spring breeze and autumn water without a trace. Father Time watches us silently over and over again, and slowly flows away. We are all climbers, finding the most beautiful scenery in time. If you can't keep pace with the world, it's better to walk slowly. The world on the road is also full of different shapes and scenery.
The clouds are still slow. If life were just like the first time we met, it would be great.
Chapter 5: Seeing magnolia bloom again
This is a small house near the water in the north end of the village. It has a small courtyard surrounded by fences. It is clean and well-proportioned. In particular, the various magnolia sculptures displayed inside the hut are so delicate and moving, as if the fragrance fills the whole hut.
My true feelings when I first saw this old man’s home, and then looking at the lifelike sculptures, I was so impressed that I fell to the ground. The old man has gray hair on his temples, but he still carves magnolia flowers without forgetting his original intention. The magnolia appears on the plain white sculpture, vividly, and seems to have the fragrance of flowers coming out.
Later, I heard that the old man’s hand had shrunk and he could no longer use the carving knife. Sometimes I would see him standing tremblingly in front of the white sculpture, motionless, as if talking. . I couldn't help but feel sad.
As time goes by and the world becomes stable, the old voices and shadows gradually blur in my eyes, but Magnolia is still as clear in my heart as...
Returning to my hometown, revisiting my hometown. The small house is still there, and the small courtyard is still so clean and tidy. There are several pots of green flowers and plants on a wooden frame in a corner, which looks full of life. Is the old man there? I opened the door and looked at the slight sound. I saw a young young man holding a carving knife and concentrating on moving back and forth on the jade. In front of my eyes, it was like a gentle breeze blowing, falling trees, and flowing water singing and dancing under a small bridge. After a while, the lines on the jade embryo became more vivid... With every move of his hands, the young man looked like a battle-hardened general commanding thousands of troops.
As time passed, the magnolia bloomed again. The slender leaves unfolded, and the clusters of flower stamens were colorful. Looking carefully, a butterfly landed lightly on the petals and danced gracefully.
At some point, the white-haired old man stood beside the young man with a cane, a happy smile on his face.
I also laughed. The old man’s craftsmanship has been passed down, and the traditional craftsmanship has been carried forward in this young man. In this materialistic society, how difficult it is to maintain this indifference!
I hope that the treasures of Chinese culture will last forever, and that the spirit of craftsmanship will last forever!
Chapter 6: It’s good to see you again
Time leaves little traces on us, but it cannot erase the memories in our hearts. Who said there is no such thing as a banquet that never ends, but I stubbornly fixed the beauty. If I see you again, I will say, long time no see.
The golden rapeseed fields fell to the roar of bulldozers, and the old houses with a unique sense of the times were instantly reduced to ruins. I hold the pot of violets tightly in my arms, my eyes are red, I promised to wait for you to come back, but now, where will you go to find me.
I gently placed the violet on the window sill of the new house. Under the gray sky, it could no longer see the shadow of its former self. I don’t know if you still recognize it and the beautiful relationship between us. once.
The spring wind was as fragrant as a girl, and wisps of wisps touched my cheeks. The violets danced in the wind, like elegant fairies. I was lost in thought when I heard a few ringings of the doorbell, so I walked over to take a look. , outside the door was a girl about the same age as me.
Feeling an inexplicable long-lost touch in my heart, I opened the door without much thought. A pair of smart and bright eyes were looking at me with a smile, "Weiwei." Just a call stirred up a thousand waves in my heart. Staring at the strange but most familiar person in front of me, I suddenly had thousands of words to say. gushing out of the abdominal cavity. I finally saw her again. A gorgeous smile overflowed on his face, and warmth reached his heart. At this time, she slowly stretched out her hands that had been clasped behind her back, and when her hands came to her eyes, there was that familiar purple color.
The same flowerpot, violets of the same height, surprise, but also tacit relief. It turned out that she also remembered that childhood agreement. Unable to contain my excitement any longer, I rushed into the room and took out the pot of violets to show her. In those crystal eyes, only a standing violet was swaying.
After sitting quietly for a long time, we only placed two pots of flowers together. Under the golden sunshine, they nourished the two girls’ relationship for many years. The old house is gone, but the memories are still there. We are still here, so what more can we ask for?
After getting up, she held out a larger flowerpot, murmuring straight to the bottom of her heart, "This time, I won't leave again. Come on, we should put these two pots of flowers together." "I excitedly took her hands and hugged each other, like the first rain after a long drought, I enjoyed it to the fullest. Carefully remove the two violets. They were originally one plant, but they were forced to separate. We watered the new violets together, and finally, they were reunited.
As the sun sets in the west, the afterglow of sunset reflects on the girl’s face. We don’t know what the future will bring, so why bother to explore? When two seemingly parallel lines intersect, cherish them. No matter how difficult the road ahead is, we will go through it together.
Friendship lasts forever. I believe that even if we are separated again, even if we are thousands of miles apart, this pot of violets will definitely guide us to find the way home.
The fragrance of violet flowers floated far away, and the little girl laughed there with the fragrance of flowers, hazy, like a dream, only faintly heard, one of the girls said: "It's so nice to see you again." OK."