Prose "the most beautiful to meet"
Prose "the most beautiful to meet", in real life, many of our partners will be in their free time to read prose, prose can be very good to express the author's true feelings, has a certain moral, the following for you to share prose "the most beautiful to meet".
Prose "the most beautiful meet" 1Remember, by chance to approach your space, your song, such as the fragrance of flowers light in my heart. Remember, every night that beautiful melody, melodious notes will be repeatedly floating in my speakers . The heart also followed the rhyme misty, as if all the past events are in a trance in the dream. I think about the memories floating in the wind alone. Listening to your heart, so sentimental, so helpless.
Last night, Lanzhou, in the picturesque Jiangnan swim, a bunch of heart fragrance bloomed in the dream. In the light of the night dance flow, your tenderness and our initial encounter with the same beauty.
How many times have we searched for each other in our dreams, and how many times has the rain fallen on us? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
You are the only one who has ever been in the world, and you are the only one who has ever been in the world, and you are the only one who has ever been in the world. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
It's the colorful season again, thinking of you, and I know my thoughts have flown over thousands of mountains and tens of thousands of waters.
Pick a piece of maple leaf, a piece of cloud, send, I miss you. Draw a sketch, title a few lines of poetry, to you, my love!
Willow, the wind gently come! A turn, a smile, beautiful eyes look forward to , love sinus first opened in the picturesque poetry like song in the south of the river!
Your gentle gaze has been stuck in my eyebrows!
Your gentle gaze has been lingering on my brow, under the clear sound, you know, I was drunk!
Do you know? You are the most beautiful encounter in my life.
Prose "the most beautiful encounter" 2
In a night with no stars and no moon, there is only a slight breeze through the screen window, bringing a burst of coolness. A person sitting quietly in front of the window to let the thoughts fly, close your eyes, the mind is floating in your figure, imagining that at this moment you have long entered the sweet dreams, every time this time, would like to write a text to you, however, even if there are a thousand words but do not know how to write, but only to let the chaotic thoughts entangled me, let the thoughts from the keyboard to spread at will.
In this quiet night you want to think of you, want you to say a lot of words, but at this moment, I have a word can not be expressed. Thoughts, or thoughts, penetrate the distant deep dome, you will be a long time to watch. Just so quietly thinking of you, quietly calling out to you in the bottom of my heart. I really want to enjoy a beautiful night with you*** in this quiet night sky.
Although I know that such a heartfelt call is far, far away and can only be dreamed of with you. But I always feel that no matter how far away, you must be able to hear it.
Buddha said: the previous life of five hundred years of looking back, in exchange for this life of rubbing shoulders. Then this world's encounter with you, whether I experienced a thousand times in the past life look back, I do not know whether we really have a destiny in the past life, I just want to tell you, this world can meet you, can do a life with you as a confidant, it is really good!
Writing here, thoughts are still flying, clear and still you, me, and that a thought, I do not know exactly how to convey this heart, but only to send to the wind, when it leaps over the distant countryside, I believe you can sense. There is a sentence buried deep in the bottom of the heart, would like to say to you: you know what? Meet you, is my life's most beautiful encounter ......
prose "the most beautiful encounter" 3Another year of deep fall, the ravine persimmon yellow. Every year in this season will hear friends talk about Qingzhou, Linqu mountains deep hills ripe persimmons and that layer of forests, red in February flowers of the red leaves is how attractive, in person to the scene of a feast for the eyes of the desire to always linger in the mind.
On a weekend, with a deep yearning for the deep mountains, determined to pick up the bag, as I wish to follow a photography group into the mysterious and sacred mountains, so that my soul, in the harvest season to appreciate the fruitfulness of the fall and the beauty.
It was the night of the cell phone clock adjusted to four o'clock in the morning, 4:30 departure, drive more than two hundred kilometers, the east of the dawn arrived at the foot of the mountain written Zhai Zi mesa, along the arrow guide to the persimmon gully direction of the march. I imagined that the mountain road is rugged mountain dirt road, but unexpectedly is the mountain road are hardened cement, the road surface is not wide, but can open two cars, winding deep into the mountain. The car in the waist of the mountain driving slowly, through the window, looking up at the mountain shadow layers and layers, the mountain slopes are covered with red, yellow and green plants, colorful and dazzling.
Looking down, white walls, blue tiles, mountain villages hidden, deep in the mountains there are people's idyllic scenery, picturesque. The mountains and mountains of trees, persimmons such as lamps point red, as far as the eye can see, all see hanging full of persimmons, as if to the far away from us nodded in salute.
The mountain is not high, the scenery is famous, every year when the frost stained the golden autumn, nature's ingenious work of art will be here dressed up incomparably delicate, persimmon yellow, maple red, and did not have time to change the green, colorful, as if the painting of colorful ink poured out intentionally. Since ancient times, the sad silence of autumn, I say that autumn is better than spring, the beauty of autumn here does not lose the spring, but also more than the spring has a heavy harvest.
Walking in this fruitful autumn gallery, enjoying the golden yellow, feel the warm embrace of the mountains, the fragrant persimmon aroma of gluttony makes me salivate. In a hillside corner met an old farmer is picking persimmons on the tree, occasionally fall on the ground, I picked a soft taste, is astringent, astringent so that my taste buds momentarily lost consciousness, the old farmer from more than ten meters high tree down to see, see my "ugly" expression.
Can't help it, and then I can see what kind of food, what kind of food can not eat, the hospitality of the old farmer from the tree picked four ripe, red pulp in the hand, juice drops of soft persimmons, tore open a small mouth, to the mouth and sucked hard, like a stream of cleansing cleaner and pure, refreshing the lungs. Time to filter out the bitterness of the remaining only sweet, astringent sweet. The first time I saw this, it was a good thing that I was so happy to see you.
In a seemingly very old persimmon tree with the old farmer talked a bit, I learned that this place is famous for the abundance of persimmons, after deep processing of persimmon cakes to refreshingly sweet, nutritious and loved by the people, persimmon trees have become the money tree of every family, the age of more than five hundred years of persimmon trees are not lacking, the strain yield persimmons a few hundred kilograms and even thousands of kilograms and is not uncommon. A closer look at the persimmon tree here is not like our peach trees, pear trees and other fruit trees planted in pieces.
are a scattered planted on the hillside up and down the roadside, before and after the courtyard, its growth conditions are not as harsh as peach and pear trees, according to the old farmer said that the mountainous areas of the special environment of temperature and humidity is suitable for its growth. In fact, we are no strangers to persimmons, our local houses, fields, there is no shortage of persimmon trees, but compared to here always feel the lack of something, yes, the special natural geography and humanities environment gives it a unique aura, the persimmon tree in this environment has grown into the shape of the tree and the flavor of its fruit has its uniqueness.
Autumn winds, frost to the leaves fall, persimmons yellow, families picking persimmons busy, on the eighty to ninety years old old old old man down to a few years old children on the battlefield, the physical strength of the man climbed the ladder to the dozens of meters high tree picking persimmons, the old man is responsible for the child peeling, and then peeled persimmons hanging in the rack on the cool sun, the peculiar 'labor scene like a most beautiful scenery line. It is said that many years ago there was a photographer. It is said that many years ago there were photographers and painters here to draw pictures.
The works sent to the network, so hidden in the mountains of the "paradise" has caused artists from all walks of life a high degree of attention, but also now a steady stream of outsiders with a variety of accents to their field to find creative inspiration. In the walled mesa we met from Beijing, Jiangsu shoulder hanging long guns, with professional modeling photography enthusiasts, because they are peers, naturally, there is no barrier between each other, as close friends like each other to communicate and exchange photographic skills.
Although there is no Guilin landscape of the strange, there is no yellow mountain pine show, not to mention the Xinjiang poplar three thousand years of mythological legends, but you are still in their own unique charm to attract countless artists to fall in love with. They do not have such a landscape there, not the same scenery not the same mood, there will be a different harvest. A picture of a picture, is the footsteps of the imprint, is the time of the collection, even if the years mercilessly, open the dusty memory will also look for the year once traces.
Sitting at the foot of the mountain connecting the two villages on the stone steps of the bridge, looking up at the mountain slopes on the mountain leaves, look down at the ravine in the clear stream trickle, listen to the gurgling of the clear stream played in harmony with nature and the wonderful music, as if in the pure world of harmony, to the soul to enlightenment, the spirit of the baptism, intoxicated by which, so that I do not want to go back to the joy of it.
Satisfied with the eyes but hungry hungry, in the fortress mesa of a farm restaurant to the local specialties of hawthorn flavor and persimmon flavor pancakes rolled onions will be a beautiful treat for the hungry stomach, and then continue our journey of discovery .......
One side of the water and soil to raise a party, the original mountainous areas of transportation is inconvenient, information is closed, living in the deep mountains of people dreaming of going out of the mountains to see the wonderful world outside, with the development of society, economic prosperity, hard work and simplicity and goodness of the mountain hard to make the backwardness of the closed mountain villages have changed, family affluent, everyone scenic. Now most of the young people in the mountain village out of the mountains, in the wonderful world of struggle, to realize the dream of several generations had, long lost nostalgia can only be left in the memories of generations of people.
The mountain can't break the road, the water can't block the way back. Only when we parted do we realize the shortness of the happy time. In the evening, we said goodbye to the mountain with a feeling of sadness.
Wait for me, wait until next year in this splendid season, we will come as scheduled. "Waiting for you to wait for you to wait for you , I'm waiting for you in the mountains to wait for you , you are my most beautiful encounter, you are the most beautiful miracle of my life ...... " This distant mountain call, echoing ears, excited mood, difficult to recover calm.
Yes, in the most beautiful season met the most beautiful you, why not the most beautiful encounter? The most important thing to remember is that it is the most important thing to remember, and it is the most important thing to remember.