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The blooming and falling of flowers seems to be related to the season, but in my heart, I stubbornly believe that it has nothing to do with the season! Many times I am confused about my own life and cannot find a better reason to stop myself from thinking about things that others think are unimportant.
The road is still the same. When many years have passed and the past has become farther and farther away, I no longer pursue it. So I thought of looking for dreams, looking for a long-lost mood, to see if the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze, to see if the face in the memory remains the same?
Who can keep those flowers? Let the faint fragrance make you feel heart-wrenchingly melancholy. Are you also recalling the light rainy night and the lush green leaves? And I end up doing the most boring thing in the world, watching flowers bloom and fall, leaving only sad memories of the past.
The ancients said that once there was no water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not clouds. The wine glass that was held up was just a prop that should be included in this story, right? Who makes wine with green apricots for whom, who makes plum blossoms in the cold rain, who never regrets when his clothes become wider, who throws red beans for whom with endless lovesickness and tears, then who makes endless love for whom. Spring willows and spring flowers fill the painting building?
A lot of beauty always slips from my fingers inadvertently, and I always listen to the constant reminders vaguely ringing in my ears. I can't help but feel sad when the flowers bloom and fall. Occasionally, those who walk gently are still graceful and graceful. It is rare to feel the misery of "the face waiting in the season, blooming and falling like a lotus". I always feel sad about the decadence of the sentence "I am not a returnee, I am a passerby".
The wind and the dust, the fragrant flowers have all gone, things are different and people are not always looking back.
How many people will watch "The rolling Yangtze River passes eastward, and the waves wash away all the heroes", and how many people know that "right and wrong, success or failure turn around, the country is still there, and the sunset is red several times." Therefore, I also want to wander non-stop, and I also want to walk through the long river in Mobei where the sun sets, the west of the region where thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and the ten miles south of the Yangtze River where the lotus fragrance is fragrant. Dining in the wind and drinking in the morning dew along the way, pillowing on the pines and waves and sleeping under the lonely moon, make wandering in the rain seem to have only a starting point and no end. Occasionally when I think of it, my clothes are still wet with tears. What kind of pride can lead to such joy? I still haven't been able to let go of my current boring life.
Many things are still in a hurry, and I am all satisfied that I can still enjoy the summer cool and sleep in the shade. There are always good times in life, and the gatherings and separations are always by fate. Otherwise, how can one be successful in life and have to enjoy it to the fullest, no matter who is right or wrong tomorrow and today.
There are always times when I want to walk lightly and gracefully, there are always times when I want to please others, and there are always times when someone says that I am a woman who is used to walking to the right, but there are always people who forget In fact, when he is a man who is used to walking to the left, it is better to watch the flowers bloom and fall with so much pain and happiness than when he is lonely like fireworks, right? Why care about those things that you shouldn't care about, so that you can be happier and happier.
Sit under the flower, reach out to catch a falling petal, put it into your lips, taste the coolness and fragrance, and see how happy it is to watch the butterfly emerge from the chrysalis. No one can encounter a miracle without wandering in this world. I still remember that I once wanted to meet a water demon and escape from the world. After all, it was just a beautiful dream I had. Why should I expect too much beauty?
When the indigo-colored mist is shrouded in the silver-white morning light, blurred in front of my eyes, it is dawn, so how much time do I have left to watch the flowers bloom and fall? There are not many days in life. Apart from my occasional sadness, this life that I should have should not be a mistake.
The white horse is galloping, spring is passing and autumn is coming. I lean on the railing and look at each other. Through the autumn water, I see a long sleeve swaying like the legend of passing years, but it pours out all my thoughts. Summer is coming to an end, the days are getting shorter, and people are starting to feel confused.
Xi is as beautiful as ever, but I no longer have the same state of mind as before. My mood was like a strong wind, and I instantly felt the coldness of falling into the water.
My steps are staggering, like a drunken scenery, singing joyfully depends on my own shamelessness, and how much melodious I can sing, regardless of what kind of jokes are spreading in the hearts of others, it is still convenient Dressed up as a reserved mask, singing and chanting on an unattended stage, showing off the splendor of a one-man show that cannot be decorated with applause and flowers, but I, really, really want to watch the flowers bloom and fall. The sea is still flowing across the sea, and the mulberry fields are still hard to grow old.
When did the fleeting clouds that cannot be grasped become popular in the world? Suggestions on how to write reviews for beautiful articles Chapter 2
In a corner of the Jianghan Plain in Hubei Province, in a village with a population of less than 500, there is an ordinary two-story building. The countryside is definitely no better than the city, with luxurious villas. It's just an ordinary Chinese-style building.
City people envy the good air in rural areas, while some rural people never make this journey in their entire lives in order to buy a house in the city. Maybe there are still people who blame themselves for being useless the moment they close their eyes! A lifetime of hard work cannot bring back a speck of dust or a foothold in the city. |
Although the concrete road in front of the house is not as exquisite as in the city, it is just a country road. But a dusty country road contains so much. Although the roads are bad and there is even water after rain, it makes people feel endless homesickness.
I remember when I was a child, the cement road in front of my door was just an inconspicuous one, and it felt like I was in the wild. It was chilling. But who would have thought that a muddy dirt road would bring many wonderful childhoods and beautiful memories to the villagers.
In summer, the season of violent storms, after every heavy rain, the dirt road in front of the door is like a ditch in a rice field filled with water, flowing rapidly to the lotus pond, the source of water shortage. A few naughty children were naked on the dirt road and used dirt to block the rapid flow of water. They innocently teased each other and were extremely happy! From time to time, they would make a few clay figures and show them off in front of the door, running naked in the dirt and singing children's songs.
Every time spring comes, a cherry tree full of moths in front of the door feels the breath of life as winter passes and spring slowly stretches out its buds, which cannot bear the loneliness, and flutters in the wind. Snow-white flowers, bright red fruits. Suddenly, a few sparrows turned into bandits, chirping non-stop, occupying the trees and nibbling at the food brought by spring, cherries. Suggestions on how to write *** comments on beautiful articles Part 3
I don’t know when I started to fall in love with growing flowers.
In the small courtyard, wisteria has climbed up the high courtyard wall, and the breeze blows, and the shadows of the trees are dancing; under the window sill, gardenia, hibiscus, and bougainvillea bloom and fall according to the seasons; the TV in the living room On the cabinet, Clivia, Huilan and Chlorophytum are lush. These green elves have long been deeply rooted in my life.
I often think that the process of growing flowers is actually the process of looking forward to the growth of life. In one year, two years, three years, five years, or even longer, flowers grow from seedlings to growth, from blooming to bearing fruit; those who protect the flowers stay away from the noise and impetuosity of the world, making themselves more and more open-minded and more open-minded. Wisdom, although it cannot reach the state of "not being surprised by favors and humiliations, watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court", can be a thinker, look down on some things, understand some truths, slow down the hurried pace, and live life calmly.
To raise flowers well, you must know their nature and understand their language. Some flowers like sunshine, and some flowers like shade; some flowers like water and fertilizer, and some flowers like dryness; over-indulgence, over-watering, etc. If there are too many, it is easy for roots to rot and flower seedlings to wither; if management is neglected and watering is too little, the leaves will turn yellow and the flowers and leaves will fall; if insect pests are found, it is necessary to use pesticides in time, or spray or root irrigation...cultivation of flowers It makes people careful and perceptive; growing flowers makes people diligent and good at thinking. Whenever I see the saplings and flower saplings I planted alive, I feel a sense of accomplishment; when a friend asks me about a flower I don’t know, and I get the answer right, I feel a sense of pride; if I can take good care of myself again, If you "show off" your flowers on WeChat and get a few likes, your vanity will be even more satisfied.
The process of growing flowers is also a process of knowledge accumulation. The name of each flower contains regional information and rich cultural information: Clivia is the city flower of Changchun City, chrysanthemum is the city flower of Taiyuan City, hibiscus is the city flower of Nanning City, jasmine is the city flower of Fuzhou City, and Triangle is the city flower of Fuzhou City. Plum is the city flower of Xiamen...Flowers not only have the emotional sustenance of poets, but also contain many poignant legends.
Speaking of cuckoo, one will think of the allusion "Du Yu cries blood, and the son returns mourning", and the familiar song "Azalea" will ring in the ears; daylilies are also called forget-me-nots, and when you see it, you seem to see the white hair in your hometown. , the trembling old mother, the poet Meng Jiao's poem "Hemerocallis grow on the steps of the hall, and the wanderer travels to the end of the world" is still vivid in my mind; when I see orchids, I will think of Confucius's "Orchid grows in the valley, and it is not fragrant because there is no one there." "A gentleman cultivates virtue and does not change his moral character because of poverty." When seeing chrysanthemums, depending on his mood, sometimes he will feel bold and bold like "the city is full of golden armor", and sometimes he will feel leisurely and calm like "picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence". Sometimes there is the pain of lovesickness that "people are thinner than yellow flowers"... It's the same pot of flowers. People who love beauty appreciate the beauty of flowers, bold people praise the beauty of flowers, and people with affection understand the language of flowers...
The friendship between gentlemen should be like orchids. You see, the Clivia is elegant and handsome, its flowers are like orchids and its appearance is modest. Every Clivia contains humility, courtesy and forgiveness; every Clivia contains peace, tranquility and indifference. If you read more books and raise flowers for a longer time, you will naturally become more refined, and you will make more friends who like reading and raising flowers. When the Double Ninth Festival comes, my flower gardening friend brings chrysanthemums. When the Spring Festival comes, I give a pot of narcissus to my friend. In the winter, I go to my friend’s greenhouse in Dongzhen for a stroll, and in the spring, I linger in the peony garden in Quwo...
Spring goes and spring comes again, flowers bloom for a while; green hair turns into snow at dusk, youth never comes again. There is a poem that reads: I advise you not to cherish your gold-threaded clothes; I advise you to cherish your youth. Flowers are ready to be broken when they bloom, but don’t wait to break branches when there are no flowers left. Anyone who grows flowers knows that missing the flowering period is a season, and missing youth is a lifetime. Flowers bloom and fall, one flower and one world, one leaf and one Bodhi; fate comes and ends, one life is dust, one life is one infatuation. Let us do it and cherish it.
Another year of flowers blooming and falling. No matter how time changes, what never changes is our sincere feelings. My friend, the years are quiet, the time is safe, the love is as sweet as ever, and the fragrance lasts forever - I am willing to listen to the sound of flowers blooming and falling with you... Suggestions on how to write a review for a beautiful article *** 4
The natural scenery is beautiful, and being immersed in it can also beautify your emotions.
In the early morning, the hustle and bustle of the city has not yet begun. By the quiet lake, willows are blowing on the winding fence, grass dew, the fragrance of flowers, butterflies dancing, and birdsong.
The willow branches in May are green and graceful, and the ripples of the lake water are rippling, dancing in circles with the beautiful shadows of the water willows. Fish shuttle in the lotus pond from time to time, and the lotus unfolds its leaves and rests quietly on the water. Little dragonflies fly back and forth in the air, sometimes treading on the water, sometimes chasing, and playing leisurely.
People tend to focus on the majestic mountains and rivers, but ignore the beauty around them. When you are numbed by boring work; when you are dulled by tedious housework; when you are bothered by complicated interpersonal relationships, go to nature and breathe the fresh air; go and kiss the flowers. to see the lush green leaves; to appreciate the significance of the change of life in nature.
People's happiness and unhappiness, satisfaction and dissatisfaction depend on emotions, and emotions are fickle. So, when you think life has become less stable, go into nature, watch the sunrise, appreciate the sunset; listen to the wind and rain. When you stick to nature and listen to nature, the melody of the song will flow from the bottom of your heart. At this time, your mood will become cheerful and bright, and happiness will naturally come to you.
The sun has risen, the morning sunshine is gentle, the clouds have become brighter, the sky is bluer, as if it has been wiped out with more colors, and the dewdrops on the grass have become crystal clear. Thinking about it, I am really happy. I can watch the sunrise every day, listen to the singing of birds, and walk into the scenery around me at any time.
Probably everyone will choose a lifestyle that suits them and spend their time every day, going to work, getting off work, surfing the Internet, playing cards, meeting friends, eating, and sleeping. There are also many people who, in order to have enough wealth to travel around the world, go to the beach, listen to the sea breeze, work hard and make money, but forget to look up and look at the scenery around them. When you are tired, stop and take a rest. Maybe it lacks a kind of vitality, but there will always be some small happiness for you to remember. Live attentively, give sincerely, and don’t complain or demand. In this way, your life will be stable and impetuous.
Looking at the lush May scenery is refreshing.
The wheat in the fields has turned yellow, like golden waves rolling in the green world. Looking at the wheat fields that are about to harvest, I have begun to think about the next field of hope.
The fragrance of the flowers attracted a swarm of little bees, which are young bees. They look like a group of small flying insects from a distance, but they look very cute up close. Their golden little bodies are almost translucent. The thin and short wings are fanning hard and fast, dotting, rising and falling on the stamens, so weak, but able to survive fully.
Deeply immersed in the lush life of May, the misty thoughts and gray mood slowly become colorful and colorful in the fresh nature. Suggestions on how to write *** appreciation comments for beautiful articles Part 5
Time flies, and another year has passed in the blink of an eye. In the memory of my life, I only carefully cut out last spring, when I met you in Dongsheng, Zhongshan During the happy time together, I was immersed in beautiful memories. I often look at her in front of my eyes and think about her in my heart. I always feel that that time is still as beautiful and warm as before. But when I think about how we will meet again in this life, I can't help but sigh. There was a hint of sadness, and I sighed helplessly: Yan, you are the most beautiful encounter in my life!
In the past year, I often held that cut-out period of time with both hands, put it against my chest, and silently called the once familiar name in my heart. My blurry eyes can't see clearly everything in front of me, but your sweet smile and graceful figure reappear over and over again in my mind.
Keep your beauty in mind during the cutting time.
A thirty-five-year-old woman is mature and plump, like a rose blooming in spring, extremely beautiful.
Sometimes there is no smile on the fair face, but there is also a bit of tenderness embedded in it, giving me a feeling of tranquility. Under the thin and curved dark eyebrows, a pair of eyes always exudes a passionate and sultry gaze, giving me infinite attachment. The snow-white jade skin is tightly wrapped in the thin black gauze, exuding bursts of the sweet scent of a woman. Yes, you are like a rose that blooms in spring in March, with colorful colors and alluring fragrance. Oh, Yan - you are the most pitiful female flower in my heart!
I once happily admired this beautiful and charming female flower, enjoyed her tenderness, and was intoxicated in this charming sweetness. I was the happiest person in the world. In the passing years, I am still obsessed with this female flower, unwilling to walk out of your flowers, and my nose is still inhaling the fragrance left by the flowers.
I still remember the scene of picking you up at Dongsheng Plaza on the morning of the fourteenth day of the first lunar month last year.
At that time, it was still dark, and it was your sweet call: "Here you are." That brought me to you. From then on, there was life in the attic, and you and I were no longer lonely. The fragrance fills the building, and the sound of laughter penetrates into the heart.
How can I forget that you are as tender as water and full of charm.
Bath water cannot dilute the fragrance of your sweetheart, and spacious pajamas cannot cover your beautiful body. After a short period of shyness, there was a warm hug and a crazy long kiss. Suddenly, in the green curtain in the candlelight, it was like the spring breeze urging flowers to sway.
Touching your delicate skin and slowly licking your soft and elastic jade peaks, I feel like I have entered heaven on earth. This is a beautiful moment, this is the carnival of love, this is also the beginning and extension of love.
Holding your petite and exquisite body, listening to your sweet words.
Only through the sweet words did you realize that it was my elegant appearance that tempted you, and it was my true feelings that moved you. I remember that you were still panting, but you hooked my neck with your hands and whispered in my ear: "...It was your arrival that disturbed my quiet spring water. Talking about love with you is like It’s the feeling of first love.”
How happy am I? ! The book says that it takes five hundred times to look back in exchange for one passing moment in this life. And how many ups and downs did it take for you and me to get together for two months in this life?
Spring has gone and spring has come again, and now the attic is empty, the red candles have died down, and the beautiful woman has gone away.
The love is not over, the sex is not lingering, and the fate has been exhausted. Holding a strand of love is empty and full of sorrow, and conceiving a relationship without a relationship will cause half a lifetime of sadness. I can only cut out that piece of happiness in my life and store it in my heart. Let her accompany me on the road of life and I will no longer feel lonely. I can enjoy happiness alone in a quiet life.
From now on, let her be the scenery on my journey of life and grow old with me...
In the tears, my lover has gone far away, but my heart still misses her. Suggestions on how to write a review of a beautiful article 6
In March, the spring is peaceful, full of spring, surrounded by flowers, blooming, and you can pick out relaxing scenery, depressive, and melancholy everywhere , even sad thoughts can be relieved in spring and turned into joyful spring sun, extremely brilliant. It should be said that it is the time of spring for us to appreciate.
The pain of hard work, the tiredness of grinding, or the sadness brought about by the beginning of winter. Looking up at the scenery, inhaling the breath of grass roots and smelling the fragrance of falling petals, that touch of bitterness and tiredness , entangled and intertwined with the seasons, the beauty of nature and the sadness in the heart should be in harmony as usual.
Some people say that you should not be arrogant when going along, and don’t be impatient when going against the odds. Sketch in front of flowers, sing while doing things, and enrich the events of life. In the process of sorrow, you will always see a light shining on, just like after winter. , smelling the fragrant fragrance of flowers, the breath of spring always makes us ignite new hope.
It is also said that everything is unpredictable and everything remains as usual. It is also said that no matter how big or difficult the problem is, we can overcome it and there will always be a prescription to solve it. I have seen your sadness, and I have also seen your discouraged look. I just say to you that winter has passed, quickly return to the embrace of nature, take off your winter clothes, put on vibrant spring clothes, or should I say spring* **Reward time.
Maybe you were born in the morning sun in spring and lived in the darkness of winter, but who can understand you when you are sentimental all day long? You can only rely on yourself to become happy. Love the clear river, love the green grass and red flowers, love the blue sky and white clouds, love the poems and pictures, love the melodious tunes... This is the time to enjoy spring.
The beauty of the season, the place where the time is right, sorting out and sorting out the chaos of thoughts. Some people say that the plan for the year lies in spring, and the belief in goals and objectives is born, and we set sail bravely in this spring.
It is the time of spring appreciation, it is the spring beauty, and it is also the spring light of hope in the heart, awakening the silent, dormant or sleeping thoughts, and understanding that only with the spring beauty can there be autumn harvest. result.
It’s the time when spring comes, and it’s time to struggle to be as beautiful as spring!