Excerpt from beautiful prose: Sunny and warm days are far away and clouds are deep
I like sunny afternoons, where a slight warm wind bypasses my ears, gently lifts the wisps of hair at my temples, and then shallowly sweeps my cheeks. Sunshine in my heart makes me feel warm, and I am no longer afraid of the cold in winter. In that weather, I always like to sit in the sun, listen to the wind and look at the clouds. Or hide in the room, listen to a soothing music, flip through the pages of the case, and the faint mood flows through your memory. Time flies, life geometry? I don't know how many joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows are contained in this shallow time. At this moment, the sky is sunny and warm. I just want a song and a cup of tea, so I can get rid of all my frivolous melancholy and make my heart at ease.
in spring, sunshine gives birth to hundreds of valleys. The grass is budding and the flowers are breathing. The tree tried desperately to catch the first ray of sunshine from the sky. I saw a small yellow flower in bud, smiling, and the sun was flowing everywhere. The biology book says that all green plants need photosynthesis to grow, blossom and bear fruit. Tomorrow's happiness always depends on today's construction, and we must see through the ups and downs before we can get rid of it. Birds are ringing outside the window, I don't know sadness, and the pine and cypress trees are still lush. In this bleak winter, although the willow leaves have fallen. The elm branches are bare, and ginkgo stands like a steel wire, but it does not affect the joy of pine and cypress at all. Walking in this lush, even if it is cold in winter, what can you do? Releasing Buddha is spring, just like a cold object. If you have human feelings, it will no longer be cold. In spring, the sun is green and fragrant. In spring, every ray of sunshine has its own lover and has to have children. In spring, on the roadside of the town, petunias were the first to open. Simple flowers, simple hearts. Whether you love it or not, she is there. At this time of the year, come to the date of spring breeze and sunshine.
The warm May has arrived. I always think that the softest season among the four seasons is spring. Because it is full of all kinds of hopes. Everything starts in spring. I have always stubbornly believed that only spring is the season suitable for kite flying. Even though I have been listening to Yan Yan, they repeatedly stressed that you can fly kites all year round, as long as there is wind. Every spring, I long for the feeling of running at top speed with a kite string in my hand. I like the feeling of watching kites fly high in the air. Keep paying off, flying higher and higher, that's the feeling I've always preferred, enjoying a little happiness myself. Fingers gently slide across the brow of thinking of you, brushing away the tears that overflow when thinking of you. Cold smoke flies away, I am misty with the smoke, I bloom with acacia, like a breeze and a ray of sunshine, caring for the harbor in my heart, sending warmth to you in the distance and warming your heart.
the breeze rises and the cold smoke fills the air. I stood still in the depths of the world of mortals, expecting a turn of the tide. Suddenly looking back, you are on the other side, smiling, and your clothes are fluttering. In this noisy and lively city, the early summer strikes, and the wind is still soft and rainy, and the flowers are full. There is intoxicating gentleness everywhere. As long as the sun is in your heart, the sky in your heart will be clear. Smell the sunshine and bathe in the warm sunshine. Let the sunshine illuminate my heart and be an optimistic, open-minded and broad-minded person. Time goes by slowly, and time goes by gently. Before dawn, the east is exposed, and the night passes like this. When the first ray of sunshine in the morning pierced my eyes, the feeling of pain was so thorough that I couldn't help but close my eyes and let the tears of pain fly freely on my face. In spring, let me stand on the hill to see the green grass and white clouds on a sunny day. Peach blossoms bloom on Nanshan. Looking at the pale face in the mirror, a touch of reddish eyes, so enchanting under the refraction of sunlight, dyed the corner of the line of sight red. Just like watching flowers in the fog, flowers are like dreams, and the moon is brighter in the water!
April on earth is full of beauty. Flowers will always leave a faint fragrance at the fingertips, which will last for a long time. Mood, relieved at that moment. Hide the season together with the past in the palm of your hand, spread it out and watch the lush years, and be warm all the way. summer The sun is bright. Like a fireball. The green leaves are shining in the sun. On the tip of the grass, there is also sunshine. The flowers are in full bloom. The world is vast, bright and dazzling. I remember that year, the first time I went to the countryside in Huanghuatan, the sky was full of golden sunshine, and the carriage swaggered in the boundless light. In the golden sand sea, the sun is shaking on every leaf of poplar. This is a sunny world. I walk in the hot sun, and my sweat condenses into salt particles, which is very beautiful and happy. When passing the foot of the mountain, I saw sunflowers all over the mountain. Golden, golden sea. In the barren mountain, the sunflower blooms, and the disk always faces the sun and follows it. Sunshine smiled and fell from the sky. Lived in every sunflower flower. Gorgeous season always has a perfect beginning. The perfect beginning is built with happiness, and what is built is wonderful.
the sunset is the most beautiful in autumn. Autumn water * * * heaven is one color, sunset and solitary heron Qi Fei. In autumn, the sun is golden. It gives part of its thick light to Populus euphratica in the desert, to Baigu in the field, and the other part is stored in the fragrance of aged Pu 'er tea. Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of a different kind of scenery. The sky was quiet and beautiful. I looked up with a smile and looked at the falling flowers all over the sky. In my dream, the flowers in my arms made my eyes dizzy. A poet said: people are idle, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty. Autumn is deep and beautiful in Qingyuan, and the air is shining with metallic luster. In autumn, I soak a cup of Pu 'er and sit under the osmanthus tree. When the wind blows, the thin flowers fall into the tea, with wisps of fragrance. Listening to a song of Zen meditation, the sun is sunny and warm, the sky is far and the clouds are deep, and I think autumn is very strong.
Excerpts from beautiful prose: Mo Xiang years, poetic fleeting time
Mo Xiang years, poetic fleeting time; Holding the years in the left hand, holding the words in the right hand, carrying each other; I always feel that people who love words must have a tender and loving heart. Everything is under the eyebrows, and poetic words are born. They will be so long-lasting, so tender as a willow, and they will be so lovely and touching. A painting can describe thousands of landscapes, and that's the magic of words. A person is vividly changed from life to life, like a visitor from ancient times, like a spoony for thousands of years, with ink fragrance all the time.
I always feel that people who love words are generally emotional, with a flower and a grass, a mountain and a water, full of emotions and endless feelings; All kinds of things in the world will be like this, giving a series of ideas and articles, which seem to be endless, but they enjoy it; It is precisely because of such emotional people that so many outstanding writers have been made, such as Qiong Yao in the past, Plum Blossom in today, and many others. It is the rich thoughts and emotional personality that give the literati wings to fly and give the words vitality.
accompanied by words, the years are fragrant, and it is written everywhere, and it is always fragrant; A song, after listening, is imaginative; A gust of wind, blowing, ups and downs in the heart; A book, a painting, reading, watching, the soul has already entered the painting; It is not so much that the author gives life as that the words poetically enrich the time and make the years drunk. A passage reveals the understanding of life, and a sentence carries deep affection; It is this wisp of ink that accompanied a period of lush life, which is poetic and like a fleeting time.
I like writing because I met a Bole; When I was in junior high school, a Chinese substitute teacher came. He talked about the class and asked for quotations. From ancient times to the present, interesting stories about celebrities, poems and allusions, such a knowledgeable classroom, who wouldn't like it; From then on, I got out of control and fell in love with words; At that time, Qiong Yao's novels were popular, and she was obsessed with Qiong Yao's works, and she couldn't put it down. Read the highlights, sometimes laughing, sometimes tearful? Words accompany the growth, and every time I think of them, I will think of all kinds of school days. For a book, I can't sleep all night, and for a story, my mood fluctuates for a few days, which is like a bookworm!
In the ocean of words, it's like roaming among flowers. Some people are ashamed of flowers when the moon is closed, and some women don't want men. Sometimes gentle and affectionate, tender as water; Sometimes the clothes are fluttering and heroic; I like words, but I really like the mystery in the depths of words. When I read the sound of * * *, I am deeply touched, and I can advance and retreat with the author * *, and I can also share its happiness; In this ink, what is created is a pure paradise without any dust, a paradise for words and a holy place for people.
the years are long, and there are always disappointments of one kind or another, which follow you everywhere; There are always some lingering attachment, which has been deeply branded in my heart; Perhaps it is this ink that comforts unhappiness and heals old wounds; Perhaps it is a word that guides the lost lamb and wakes up the dreamer; It is only this ink fragrance that brings time and company to life, which adds a lot of weight and understanding to life.
The sadness and joy in the world are ironed out in this word, paragraph by paragraph, and realized in the thick of time. That river is immersed in ink, dipped in the breeze, grateful for every opportunity, releasing the truth of the bottom of my heart, freehand brushwork the lightness of the passing years, leaning against the words, relieving the imprint of the years, and tracing the breeze. Let the words be relieved and gradually become like water and a mirror.
Turn life into a poem, savor life in a poem, read and pour tea, listen to birds and enjoy flowers; When the rain comes, lean against the window and listen to the rain, and draw a pen; Snow, snow, plum, poetry; Before the flowers under the moon, put pen to paper into poetry; In a graceful and elegant ink painting, a rich life and a Zen life; Bloom in the rhyme of ancient rhyme poems, and feel at ease, far away and happy!
Mo Xiang years, poetic fleeting time, life is wonderful because of words, words are bound to each other, dancing with words, fleeting poetry, and years are fragrant!
Excerpt from Beautiful Prose: Life is a song that is thoughtfully sung
When I was in junior high school, Jing M.Guo became the male god of every post-9s literary youth. At that time, I despised that Jing M.Guo was just good at making gorgeous rhetoric! When I came into contact with his "Fantasy City" and prose, I had to be impressed by his true and beautiful sentences in my youth. Nowadays, the network is developed, and there are exquisite essays constantly appearing in the buttoning space and friends circle. However, most of the time, I have to drop my eyelids in disappointment. The exquisitely carved words bored me. I don't know why, in modern times, we always love to accept us in the ancient times. Carving beams and painting buildings make red hair, the rain hits the bead curtain and the strings break, and the martial arts go home with swords. Our imagination is too rich, and we describe every scene to the extreme aestheticism, but we forget to inject emotion, so it is difficult to really impress others. Perhaps I am too different in literature and art, and the neon lights and high-rise buildings in the city are actually a kind of scenery in my eyes.
In the early morning, the camphor trees on both sides of the city's cement avenue are particularly bright and dripping after some washing. The clear blue color covers the scenery on both sides, and the eyes are clearer and clearer, taking a deep breath, fresh and moist, which seems to wash away the filth in the depths of the soul. On the side of a building, Magnolia grandiflora is planted. In the early summer, the pure white fairy has already left the world, and its yellow leaves are left on the green lawn. Every day, from the southeast wind, the leaves roll and dance on the ground chasing the dance steps of the wind. Pick up a piece and use it as a bookmark, and you can feel a smile on your mouth. The pink flowers in the garden at this time take up all the elegance in the garden and stand proudly in the breeze. However, some time ago, the azalea, which was in full bloom, has not completely withered, and several compassionate souls persistently want to protect the branches. The ground has not been swallowed up by the soil, but they have to wait for the sun and rain to end their mutilated bodies, and then nobly? Is it better to protect flowers with spring mud? . Parthenocissus in the corner smiled in the wind, and the birds on the ground had no leisure to watch this painting scene that would be repeated every year. With a cry, they flapped their wings and flew into the sky.
However, everything in the world is so real!
Every day, the circle of friends is full of sad and touching articles about love, and where will you go's makes people squeeze a few tears, which makes people feel sad and helpless. Sad, sad, deep, lonely, countless. However, there has never been one that can really enter my heart! Anyone who has read "Love in a Fallen City" knows that love in the world is nothing more than this. This is the feeling that Zhang Ailing finally realized after struggling in the ups and downs of love! However, it is the last simple and true sentence that makes people cry and touches millions of men and women in the world. In fact, in the story of love, it is not the people who have experienced all kinds of dangers and difficulties that are touching; It is not the most sad thing to break up in a broken heart; It is not the most sincere love to die vigorously, but in the end it ends up like a sad ending in Palace Locked Together. Take Qi Mei as an example, and the simplicity of treating each other like guests is even more rare love. The sincere vows are interpreted with the dullness of life, but you can hold your hand and grow old with your son! In today's impetuous materialistic society, there is not much love that can support each other and smile at each other's eyes from smooth to wrinkled, and it is most important to do and cherish them! Don't wait to be lovelorn, only when you are sad with gorgeous words can you prove that you loved! A smile, a look, an eyebrow, an oath, feel with your heart! He will also be a deep but sweet song in your life!
running away, burning its splendor, smiling, the three countries are exhausted, but what she pursues is nothing more than simple and plain interdependence. Simple journey, ordinary life, love that knocks into the heart, everything in the world is true!
Linjiang Xian of Yang Shen in the Ming Dynasty wrote: The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes. Whether it is with the non -, or the failure, to now is an empty, has been with the passage of time has disappeared. The castle peak still exists, the sun still rises and sets the sunset. The white-haired hermit at the river has long been accustomed to the changes of the years. Met with an old friend and drank a glass of wine. How many things have been in the past and the ages have been put into the conversation. I don't know how many heroes cried and lamented. My favorite poet is Xin Qiji of Song Dynasty, whose eternal happiness? The Guting in the north of Beijing is deeply loved by many heroes. This poem is similar to Linjiang Xian, and Linjiang Xian in Yang Shen visited Xin Qiji's Nanxiangzi. Every time I calm my heart in these words, I will always have more respect for life in tears, and the tighter I hold the time in my hand, I am afraid that I will lose a trace and become a sigh of relief in my life. In modern poetry, the most popular one is Haizi's September. The bright moon is like a mirror, hanging high on the grassland, reflecting the Millennium years? In the vast artistic conception, there is a sadness that everyone can't understand, which makes people confused and difficult to understand, but they want to cross the horizon and find a fulcrum of their own. What is the most beautiful and moving thing in September? The wind in the distance is farther than that in the distance? . People who are lovelorn, down and out, and people who are hard to be rewarded, if you taste it carefully, it will undoubtedly gradually become the blood in their bones, beautiful and sad, but want to cry without tears! Life is like this. In the Millennium, there is helplessness that you and I can't change. If we look into the universe, we are a dust! Because of this, life is very real, and we will always sing persistently.
Life is a song that is thoughtfully sung! Even so, it can be pleasing to the ear. Seize the most beautiful time of your life, have a simple love, smile at each other with friends, laugh and laugh with relatives, and never regret, and you will become the protagonist on your stage!
Life is a song sung in a low voice. Try to reach the other side of your dream!