Go to see plums in spring.
At that time, the flowering period had passed, only scattered flowers were left on the branches, and there were a few pale petals under the tree, which seemed deserted after the grand celebration, and everything was melancholy.
Of course, what makes me sad is the scene of flowers dying, and another reason is that the vivid image of plum blossoms in my mind has not been confirmed in reality.
These images mainly come from the description of poetry. For example, there are some plums in the corner, and Ling2 han2 is alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. The "horn plum" here is strong and full;
Such as a thin shadow across the water, the evening fragrance. The "Linshuimei" here has a variety of customs;
For another example, there is a broken bridge outside the post, which is lonely and empty. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain. The Bian Mei Bridge here is full of iron.
The plum blossom in the image is always healthy and immortal, but the plum blossom in front of us is morbid and dying. The flowers curled up on the branches are almost invisible. Perhaps as a flower, its previous moisture has been lost. The face of a centenarian is covered with wrinkles of years. Color decay is naturally unpleasant, and whether love exists depends on youth and beauty; The fragrance of flowers disappears with the color. Decentralization is a gradual process. We couldn't get together, couldn't get together, and finally died.
Plums are planted in a rockery, which is dome-shaped and looks like a grave from a distance. Looking up at the sky, the sun is overcast and my heart is trembling.
This plum is different from this plum, and its image has shifted, which is a bit wishful thinking and preconceived. Suddenly relieved, my mood is because I chose the wrong time. If it comes when plum blossoms are in full bloom, it will be full of flowers and fragrance. People may be emotional, happy when flowers bloom, and sad when flowers fall; As for the fading of flowers, it is natural that flowers bloom and fade. Those who are born, sick and dead and come back from the dead. Isn't this year's flower the resurrection of last year's flower?
Looking forward to next year, I am full of joy.
2
A traffic accident happened the day before yesterday. A car killed a neighbor's dog.
It is a white dog. The dog is lying on the road, looking from a distance, like a pile of bubbles. The car that hit the dog left without stopping. Dogs and people are different after all. If it is a person, this situation belongs to hit-and-run traffic. People don't care too much about the death of a dog, even if its owner loved it very much before his death. The uncle next door took the dog back from the road and found a shovel to bury it. It only took ten minutes.
Before the accident, the dog jumped past me, crossed the flower pond and ran across the road. It seems to be thrown into the jungle and eventually swallowed up by it. Judging from the dog's behavior, he is cheerful, completely unaware that the danger of death will befall him. All the predictions are unreliable, including people and dogs. The contest between speed and strength in those jungles happens at any time, success or failure, honor or disgrace, life or death. Everything is just a phenomenon, without exception, sooner or later.
The dog closed his eyes and straightened his legs and feet. My yellow dog came up to him and licked his hair. Dogs probably have no concept of death. Yellow dogs and dead dogs have always been good playmates. They play together and fight for a bone. The yellow dog is just curious why the white dog doesn't pay attention to it today. Yellow dog doesn't know, this is his last contact with white dog.
Maybe dogs are really detached. It has no complaints, no love, no hate, no regrets, no ignorance, no sleep, no hatred, no pain and no hope. Buddha said that everything is illusory. As far as people are concerned, people will not complain about a dog, nor will they hold a grand funeral for a dog.
That's great.
three
There is always bad weather. This situation is similar to a bad-tempered person, but his lover remembers his goodness and comforts himself. No one is perfect.
As the old saying goes, it is the hardest to stop breathing when it is warm and cold. The most difficult thing is bad weather. At this time, winter has gradually receded, and spring is advancing. It is hard to ponder and people don't know what to do.
You don't know what to do, you are so headstrong! You think it's warm today. You went out wearing a light coat and wanted a thin spring shirt, but you were hit by the cold wind. When you saw that it was still cold, you dug out the thick sweater you had just hidden, but it was exposed to the sun. It wants to laugh when it looks at you getting dressed and undressed. Can you guess it's laughing, but you don't know what it's laughing at?
Now I can tell you that it is laughing at you, because you can't understand its willfulness. Why are you so obedient to it? It wants to see your rebellion and your personality. You should have your own ideas, your own opinions, trust your own judgment and your own will. You think that if you wear a single coat, you will wear a single coat, even if you are frozen. You think that if you wear thick clothes, you will suffer even if you steam them. You say that people walk with the sky, and clothes are cold and clothes are hot. That's just common sense. The problem is that the weather is always changeable. What's important is your ability to cope, a kind of endurance and perseverance to cold and heat, and you should change with constancy, and be calm and not flustered when things happen.
Variable and treacherous. The sudden change of hot and cold is not so much a test of one's adaptability to temperature as a test of one's confidence in oneself. No matter what occupation you are engaged in, unchanging faith is always the foundation of winning. Only with firm faith can we be patient. Suffering from suffering, suffering, poverty, hunger, fierceness, danger, evil, hatred, madness, thirst, greed, anger, resentment and humiliation, the world needs to endure a lot. It is human's bad habit to be cold and hot. If you overcome this inferiority complex, you can stand up and be a person beyond the general sense.
four
Rot has a special smell.
Fruits, apples and oranges at home are often inedible, or forgotten to eat, and slowly begin to rot. Silent decay seems to be a secret action. It was the unique fragrance of fruit that caught my vigilance and was not noticed by me. This fragrance is beyond the fragrance of the fruit itself, or better than the fragrance of the fruit itself. Why is this happening? I don't want to explain it scientifically. I am interested in whether the decay of fruit is more attractive.
Similar to decay, there are words such as erosion, depravity, depravity and extravagance. If you give enough conditions, not to mention against your will, as a normal person, do you all want to live a decadent life? Want to fall once? In too many novels or film and television works, what attracts people's attention and is thrilling is actually not those people who are well-behaved and waiting for death, nor those scenes with dark colors and silent voices, but those people and things full of passion and destiny. In the long scroll of history, "bad" men or women have more room for activities, and because of them, they increase the value of viewing and the possibility of remembering. The eyes of future generations are not picky about the details of the previous generation.
Degenerate women are more beautiful, while luxurious men are more spacious. Why did she sink? Why is he extravagant? She is topless and enchanting, and you seem very wronged; He is rich and dissolute, but you seem to have a cold face. Actually, you don't have to, because your situation is poor and your qualifications are not ready. Otherwise, you are no different from him or her. You suppressed animal nature and showed human nature. In this world, there are many animals and less human nature; More human nature, less animal nature. Animals or human nature are actually not dispensable. One thing is certain, animality is ultimately manifested as tragedy, and human nature mostly ends in comedy.
Rotten fruit, with its strange smell, won't last long. Its fragrance, with the aggravation of its decay, gradually fades away and finally disappears. As far as human desire is concerned, this strange fragrance is a long-term desire and a delusion. For example, the pleasure of poppy, the stimulation of indulgence, that's all. Probably the energy is limited, and the long-term flow of water is the right way.
five
Several workers wearing red helmets are waving iron bars. ? Hit your head against the wall. The wall is a very strong cement wall, because it is strong, it is difficult to smash. At this time, I have two feelings intertwined. The wall is a pity, but the new one is a pity. After all, this building was built the year before last. Pity the worker, pity his hard work, is it futile to work so hard?
The smashed wall peeled off the original wall bit by bit, and the powder splashed and the smoke choked people. A few hours later, a hole finally appeared in the wall. Compared with the whole house, the hole in the wall is too conspicuous. His separation and erosion of the integrity of a house is shocking. It is eating away, showing twists and turns, uneven thickness and different rules, and finally forming a powerful territory. All wars, the so-called causes, are actually to establish the territory of a certain space. The gain and loss of territory, big and small, the rise and fall of the times, existence and death are all in it.
It can also be seen as a hole. The cannonball carries a warhead made of ambition or ambition, passes through the air barrier and reaches the target accurately. The biggest deterrent of shells is not how many people are killed, but the hole formed in the wall, which tore the wall and caused serious damage to the defense of the whole house. It is conceivable that thousands of troops rushed in, and people or things in the house were everywhere. Not to mention the fall of a house, the fall of the whole city is not far away.
The hole in the wall formed a huge black hole. Of all the colors, black is the most attractive. It's unknown, it's fear, it's despair. Once I was in a hole, and when I looked in, it was dark. People in the same trade said that this cave is more than 80 meters deep and someone has gone down to explore. More than 80 meters, is the geographical depth, in my opinion, is a bottomless pit, infinite danger. If I am in it, I will have no hope of life, so I can only close my eyes and pray that death will come soon.
Through the hole in the wall, everything in the house is bare. Broken desks, abandoned wires, tattered quilts, worn-out sofas, greasy dishes and chopsticks. Judging from the articles, someone has lived here before. He may be a business manager. He takes care of his daily life alone, and he has to cope with three meals a day without his wife. Then the business ended and he left. As for things, he is too lazy to take them away. Anyway, they are not very valuable.
The next day, a door was installed in the hole in the wall, and the garbage in front of it was cleaned up. The breeze is swaying and the sun is dancing. There is a square dance in front of the door. No one noticed the change of the wall, and the door seemed to blend in with the whole house.
six
Looking at the biography, a great man said he couldn't go back. Sighing infinite, after all, is a great man with extraordinary verve. It is said that he will not go back. I laughed without saying a word, but actually I was sighing: hard imitation, can you do it?
I have to go back. I like to take the endless road until there is no way out, and then turn back. During this time, I will experience different meanings.
When you are away from home, you can't accurately predict your own path, and the headless road is unexpected. Unknown dangers, seeking happiness, it is difficult to understand without personal experience. "There is no road in the world. If there are more people walking, it will become a road. " The words of the former sages tell the universal truth: take a few more steps and there is a way to go. There are many roads, which seem to be the yardstick to measure a person's success. In my opinion, seeing the road that can't be taken is not a gain.
I have reached the end of the road several times. When I was traveling in Shanghai, I walked carefully on a narrow path in a scenic spot, and suddenly there was a reed bush in front of me, and there was no way to go. "The Millennium is frost." I seem to have reached the corner of the world, and I seem to have returned to that ancient and wild land. The sharp contrast with modern metropolis gives me a visual illusion, as if I were isolated from the world. Shanghai is not all bustling, nor is it all crowing and dancing. It turns out that desolation is everywhere and appears inadvertently.
Another time, I wandered among the cottages in the water town. After crossing a small bridge, a wall blocked my way. Under the wall, there is a small shop. There is a rhubarb dog crouching in front of the shop. When rhubarb dog saw the stranger, he vomitted to stick out his red tongue and jumped to his feet. The owner of the dog, a man in a blue coat, patted rhubarb dog on the head. The dog obeyed and lowered its head. Here, there is such a secluded place, like a paradise. I bought a bottle of water in a small shop, thinking of coming back later. I just don't know if I will look for the peach blossom garden like that fisherman and never find my way.
See the scenery where there is no road.
"I was driving alone, not because of the roads and tracks, but because I came back crying." I don't cry, I'm not Ruan Ji.
seven
Sun's word "disability" is particularly good. Sunset is better than sunset, better than sunset. Although the last two words are also very beautiful, the sunset has a sense of vicissitudes, a sense of desolation, which is the end of the hero, the beauty is dying, the pavilion.
Once fresh and delicate, it was the sunrise; Once passionate about generate, it is the noon sun; In the evening, it is already calm and heavy. At this time, it is well known that the world is warm and cold; The seasons are short and long, which is clear at a glance. It no longer needs high cheers and lofty expectations, but rational thinking and quiet aftertaste.
The sun, because of it, everything grows; Because of it, the desert is lonely; Because of it, Kunlun tilted the column; Because of this, Liu Huang lost his attention. The sun has its advantages and disadvantages. It is true that success is also the sun, and failure is also the sun. Some people have commented on its advantages and disadvantages. The setting sun is not incomplete, not disabled, but disabled. It has feelings for the sky. It yearns for the sky, but it will not stay and stick to it, and it will not leave. Make way for tomorrow's sun, it is willing.
It is also burning, and the evening scenery is brilliant. That's because it is releasing all the light and heat, in order to make the night darker and the sky brighter in the Ming Dynasty. This is a sacrifice that will soon be forgotten and covered up. Soon, the light of the day will not belong to it, and the darkness of the night will not be because of it. It is open-minded, and it knows that there is a shadow in the light of another day. It's comforting. It can leave safely without regret.
The world's misunderstanding of the sun is also very deep, or infinitely high. "Old horses crouch, young people are strong." Either it's dusk and there's nothing to do. One is extremely sad and the other is extremely happy. In fact, the sunset is a kind of indifference, old, still young and strong? Hold on! When you get old, you are negative and world-weary? No need!
Can it be said that the sunset is the essence of a day's sunshine, or like a person, the concentration of his life is in his later years? Time is more precious and scarce in the sunset, and it passes faster than a day. The beauty of the sunset probably lies in its brief weathering, its strange light and its dazzling color, which have faded when you admire it.
I met an old man with white hair and gold-rimmed glasses. He was leaning on a cane chair and reading a newspaper. I was surprised at his elegant manners. By chance, I sat next to him at the party. He talked about his experience decades ago and about rewarding young people. His generosity is really a model of a good teacher. During the dinner, an old man in his sixties admitted that he was his student, and his students' temples were all gray. It is said that he is over eighty years old.
eight
A broken mirror can make a circle.
Can you believe it? I believe.
The two sets of shots in the movie, falling off a cliff and falling off a building, are shot like this: hanging people from a cliff is falling off a cliff; Putting people down from upstairs is flying down from upstairs. Looking at the thrilling and difficult movements in the image, when shooting behind the scenes, you can easily complete it by shooting backwards.
The second time is also easy to follow.
A broken mirror, no matter what it is broken into, even if it is a million particles, moves closer to the particles that fit it from all directions and angles, and then connects, intersects and blends. The whole process is orderly arrangement, spectacular collection, solemn March, individual and individual, local and local, point and point, block and block, vertical and vertical, horizontal and horizontal, and finally compound into a whole, exactly the same. According to people, people appear, according to flowers, flowers show their appearance. I just don't know if the joy of reorganization during recovery is equal to the pain of division during second time around. It should be difficult to calculate.
There is a huge difference between the real world and images. This difference is almost ingrained in people's minds, that is, things like the second time can't happen in the real world. Just like people's psychology of love, love is actually divided into two versions. One is love in books or movies. Here, love can be pure, noble, affectionate and sincere, and can "hold your hand and grow old with your son." One is the realistic version of love, which can be hypocritical, despicable, materialistic and changeable. "Husband and wife are birds in the same forest, and they fly separately when disaster strikes." The two versions of love were born in their own worlds and did not cross each other. In particular, the former is difficult to survive in the latter and has a universal psychological basis in the world.
As the saying goes, everything depends on people, and everything depends on people. Everything is in people's hearts. If you think that love in books or movies can or should happen in the real world, then love will have eternal beauty. All growth in the name of love is allowed. On this premise, second time around, the covered water can be recycled. It should be said that human beings are more penetrating, sensitive and ornamental emotionally than in the acquisition of technology.
The second time-when I am in the second time, the broken traces can be ignored or forgotten.
nine
Ten years of cold window is bitter.
Like snow, like fireflies, like chickens.
I believe that sages are not only ambitious, but also affectionate. This feeling is a feeling of affection, a feeling of interest. If ruthless, the pain of a cold window is also difficult. The cold window is really cold, it is the cold that erodes bones, it is the cold that penetrates the heart, it can sting people's skin and destroy people's will.
I stood at the cold window and hung the portraits of Sun Kang, Che Yin and Zu Ti high in my heart. Think of the cold window as a picture frame, and everything outside the picture frame is the moving background. Everything is alive and colorful. There are probably several images that can be left: spring, bees and butterflies, flowers; Summer, dragonfly, sunset glow; Autumn, cicadas, branches; Winter, insects and frost. After a long time of concentration, I have changed subtly with the scenery outside the window. This change is two-way. I am a bee butterfly in the sea in spring, a dragonfly in the sunset in summer, a cicada on the branches in autumn, and a bee bug under the frost in winter; My world is vast. I am in spring, I am in summer, I am in autumn and I am in winter.
The butterfly by the window is also me, the dragonfly by the window is also me, the cicada by the window is also me, and the buzz by the window is also me. What I am interested in is, after they are me, do they have the same changing feelings for me as I do? Has it ever happened-my hidden worries, my quiet state, my revealing rhythm; I really don't know who I am, but I really know who I am; My infinity, my infinity; My days are numbered and my future is bright? Has it ever regretted the change with me? Their pain, hardship and anxiety, their rebellion against themselves, their resistance against themselves, their resentment against the world, their expectations for the world, and then they were tired, they woke up and they compromised.
Thankfully, I can switch with them at will, I can switch with them at any time, and they can switch with me at any time. The change of position between the cold window and heaven and earth is due to the change of body and the translocation of space, and the body and mind are free at the same time. From small to large, they can stretch between heaven and earth, but they can shrink in the room. Since then, I have wings to fly, and it has affectionate eyes; Since then, it has a quiet mind, and I have a trembling wildness.
Walking clouds-flowing water, time passes!
10
Qushui reflects the peaks, abandoned villages hide beautiful women, rotten grass reveals dew, dead branches inhabit magpies, ruins reveal jewels, and ancient tombs weep for new people-how rough the world has been since ancient times, and there has never been vulgarity in the world. It is important to find that once the brow stops, like a candle, Qian Shan's waters have flown.
About the author: Tian Fumin, an amateur writer since 2000, mainly writes prose. So far, he has accumulated more than 2 million words. Some of his works have been published in 100 Prose Schools, Yuhua, Contemporary Prose, People's Representative Newspaper and county-level local newspapers and periodicals. Some works won provincial and municipal essay awards.