On a wet day, the stars are covered, and the drizzle whispers in the ear, mixed with sighs and melancholy. The people who are gradually disappearing all want to return to the home full of warmth and laughter at once, and their thoughts are reflected from their eyes. It only takes a moment to understand, and the puddles everywhere are splashed by cheerful children.
It was a warm spring, but this little episode brought a beautiful and humid smell. Holding an umbrella, I watched the rain that was connected into one piece, which was the missing of disconnection. Under the umbrella, eight thin water columns cooperated with each other in the air and sang together, hitting the ground as a whole, smashing and reassembling, and continuing to seep towards its dream and its destination.
I was disoriented and temporarily lost in the land covered with steel and concrete. After a moment's wandering, I decided to wander back to the place where white and black meet. It was the beginning of many legends and stories, and people gave me too much fantasy. It was a hill covered with green grass and flowers in full bloom. At that highest position, there was a big tree that did not know when it was here. I sat on the rough bark and sniffed out rain, soil and trees with my nose.
Looking at the distant city, scattered lights outline her figure. Her figure is looming in the dim light, so quiet under the comfort of the night, which changes the rapid passion in the daytime and shows the reserved and gentleness that modern women rarely have. She uses odd-shaped fingertips to visit reach for the sky's face, to build a bridge between her and him, and tries to melt her long-crying face with her love.
Continue to walk in the forest, watching the shadows of trees, the sound of wind and rain, the soft symphony, the uncontrolled random dancing of the body, a fake conductor trying to conduct this ensemble of nature, and just thinking about it, he laughed casually. Finally, the dark clouds are tired of all this, and slowly dissipate, revealing the blinking stars. Because of the long distance, everything seems so beautiful. Maybe someone is telling them at this time. Praying for a small luxury to get a response, but unexpectedly, some things are doomed to be fruitless. People should learn and get used to giving up, so that they won't feel sad about giving up. The file of life will smooth your desires, emotions and personality, and finally become indifferent and unchanging like a mountain. However, people will always hide a trace of fantasy, and they will be stuffed in the deepest place because of their needs, smiling and accepting it indifferently like an iceberg on the sea. Walking lyric prose 2
If you just stand on the lawn and express your regret for the fallen flowers, you can't hear the moans of the grass crying. There are many corners in life that we have forgotten. White clouds flow slowly in the clear sky, with no direction and no hope, and even less touching this season. Reason often reminds itself that we can't plunder the few impulses in life with endless feelings, and don't regard the long-established aggregation and dispersion as an end. When you are alive, you will have persistent new worries and old thoughts. Recalling and longing is only a process, and love and hate will not be all in it. Affection, friendship and love, all of which are moving in a subtle way, do not need too much reluctance, do not need too much hope, do not have the passion for a long time, the plain is the most true, and the emotion that can withstand the plain life is ours. Often all complicated things will eventually return to plain and simple; Such as the fish that dived under the water can no longer pick up those complicated memories, so the reeds in Xiao Suo point out ripples in the water, and the streamer of the water is not as colorful as yesterday. Therefore, we should always know how to throw away those trivial things, forget some unnecessary things, rebuild our backpacks, make our bags easier and make our journey more enjoyable. An extraordinary life in the ordinary, an ordinary life in the extraordinary.
Remembering and forgetting are real life experiences. Happiness and pain are not important. I just want to experience more and more, and I don't want to let life go too thin. Only then do you know that remembering is as important as forgetting, and only then do you know that missing belongs to you. Strolling lyric prose 3
On a sunny day, the flowers are particularly gorgeous; The grass grows particularly green; The tree is full of spirit. Sunshine is very selfless, and it spreads all over the earth in large quantities.
Mother Duck was so excited to see these beautiful scenery that she decided to take her ducklings for a stroll on the streets of Vancouver and enjoy sunbathing.
"Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack quack The ducklings cried happily, as if singing a beautiful song. They danced in a swing dance and walked happily.
"Ga----"Mother Duck cried warily, because she saw a sewer without a cover. It protects the ducklings with its thick wings, for fear that any duckling will fall in. However, two ducklings were chatting in full swing and fell into it carelessly. "Quack quack ..." The duckling who fell into the sewer cried for help from the mother duck on the shore, and kept dialing the sewage with the red duckling's paw.
At this critical moment, Mother Duck calmly looked around and waddled to the nearby patrol lounge.
When she saw the patrolman, Mother Duck fluttered, flapped her big wings of gray feathers from time to time, and quacked, as if to tell what had happened. But the patrolman didn't understand what the mother duck was doing. He kept scratching the back of his head with his hand and grinning, as if he were seriously thinking about what this meant. Mother duck saw that the patrolman was still puzzled, so she played hardball. Its flat mouth bit the patrolman's trouser leg and pulled it in the direction of the accident with all its strength. The patrolman didn't understand and didn't respond. So, mother duck changed her way. She came behind the policeman and put her fluffy head on the policeman. This time, the policeman seemed to understand something, and followed the mother duck to the sewer.
Mother Duck put her head into the sewer and quacked inside, indicating that the patrolman had her own baby and comforting the panicked ducklings.
The patrolman squatted down, put his head into the sewer and shone with a flashlight. I saw two poor ducklings swimming desperately forward, trying not to be washed away by the sewage. "Oh-so that's it!" The patrolman suddenly realized. Hurriedly get down, roll up your sleeves, reach into the sewer and grope. Suddenly, he touched Mao Mao's little head, grabbed it quickly and successfully found a duckling. The patrol continued to fish, and in a few minutes, the patrol rescued another duckling that fell into the sewer.
"quack quack! Hey, hey. " Mother duck and ducklings kept barking, as if thanking the policeman. Then go on walking slowly. When they pass by the road, the cars on the road stop, without honking their horns, and without any impatience, but quietly wait for the naive ducks to pass by ..................................................................................................................................... Strolling in the sea of clouds as elegant as ink, as smooth as silk, and as picturesque as poetry, my thoughts are also tactful and ethereal with the meaning of the book.
It seems that this solitary cloud after the rain must have been written by Guan Xiu in the Tang Dynasty, and it will be more afraid of bending than an egret. At first, there are not as many remnants of snow as there are. The breeze leads further, and the bright and lonely Naierhe. After the rain, the cigarettes scattered happily in the horizon and were washed spotless. Although there is no fairy charm of purple gas coming from the east, there is an extremely cool breeze, but there are some lofty and magnificent flavors. If you don't care, it's okay. If you don't like it to be so aloof and arrogant, and make the atmosphere tense, you might as well walk on willow smoke and savor the previous rainy days, and the trees are full of pearls, so you will lose your interest in going out immediately. Unexpectedly, a pool of wind carried a wisp of fragrant lotus. It' s really a mountain and heavy water, and there is no way to doubt it. At this moment, I will step on the steps and walk past the clusters of pitiful hibiscus flowers. Looking at the endless lotus leaves, it's not a waste of your hard work. Who would have thought that Yunyun was so frivolous, and he was a prodigal son! Squeezing into the water with the cheek, the lotus flowers bowed their heads shyly. Fortunately, the water was wide enough, and an empty nest whirled the fragrant wind to drive it around scurry off. Soon the face was covered by a shady curtain, and the scattered lights under the eaves floated into the clouds.
It's a pity that after a few glasses of wine, there is still no hint of leisure on this fine night. As if walking in the wind and rain, the footsteps are getting heavier and heavier. Who knows where I am when I sober tonight? Yang Liuan has a small wind and a waning moon. Bathed in the inky night, the gray clouds overhead are becoming more and more ethereal. Tasting wine alone can be described as extremely generous, but it is like eating a few frozen dates in the cold winter when you encounter cold smoke in Yu Yin. Smelling the clouds in the wind, people can't help but remember the smell of cooked incense on the old bonfire. The moon is getting round, and the evening clouds are floating around. I also feel that home is good, water is sweet, food is fragrant and people are warm. Just smelling a wisp of local accent, I suddenly ignited the frivolous when I was young. Sweep away all the sadness, and immediately feel high-spirited and energetic.
My thoughts are stepping on the breeze, narrowing my eyes smartly, and walking in the blue-gray clouds, as if I were in a poetic song evening. Think of the simple, elegant and quiet clothes under the tree, the cool breeze blowing under your arm, and the charming atmosphere that you can't cover up. At this time, a thin woman was ushered in the wind, and her lips whispered who sent the brocade book in the cloud, and when the word Yan returned, the moon was full of small words in the West Building. All the arrogance suddenly converged a lot. I guess, if it weren't for a sentimental person, who would be far away from her lovesickness? Wandering lyric prose 5
night, silent
cloudy sky, covering everything, sky, like night. This quiet night ... I turned on the desk lamp, and the dense light stung my eyes. In an instant, the room was filled with this green light. Staring at the lamp, eyes, so bright. Maybe this light can heal my scarred heart! Quiet, really quiet! This book, this lamp, this room. Perhaps the writing sound of "rustling" broke this lonely harmony. Oh! The noisy streets are full of traffic, and the days have quietly left. I wonder how many people have paid attention to it. This is reincarnation, phoenix nirvana, but ...
No matter how you treat it, it still goes quietly, and success or failure turns to nothing! Yesterday has escaped, perhaps its long tail is disturbing your thoughts, but do you find that the shadow on the ground is getting longer quietly? Oh! See! I didn't want it to grow. I chased it angrily and hit it ... and it still failed to live up to expectations. Finally, it disappeared. Oh! Is this a day? At night, I tried to find the shadow, "hey! Come out quickly! ..... ""Hey ... "I stretched the sound, and it just went away, quietly ... nightmare, terrible thing. It wasted my time looking for shadows ... Finally, they all left, all left. When the dawn lifted the veil of the night, I caught a glimpse. The shadow was with me and it didn't leave me. However, it is still disappointing, slowly growing, quietly ...
suddenly, I get it. Although the shadow will change, but, I am its master, it is very loyal, but it is just a disappointing long, quietly ... Oh! It seems that the black mass produced by sunlight unconsciously alludes to your actions! In this case, the shadow is somehow a mirror of success. In this way, it is very competitive, but the white jade is slightly flawed. Yesterday, the shadow confirmed him. Although he has left, he will still tell me what kind of shadow will look good tomorrow and what action to do. Eyes, it hurts. Damn lights. Looking down, I found my shadow. "I won't treat you badly!" I smiled and followed, and I moved my hands and feet, as well as my head and thoughts ... "Don't be lazy!" " I still smile.
Turn off the light. Where's the shadow? ..... "Don't leave me ..." Oh, it's sunny, and the shadow is on the ground. Oh, lovely shadow, don't leave me ... Cold war, trembling. Light, hazy. Eyes, good flowers. Hands, it's freezing. Is that lamp listening to my heart just now? Cloudy-sunny looking at the shadow, it grows relentlessly, I love it ...
lovely shadow, lovely everything. Walking lyric prose 6
It was in a world wrapped in silver, and I walked aimlessly alone ...
I didn't know where to go, but I just walked quietly. Snow-white elves are flying in the sky, gently falling on my shoulders, as if greeting those who walk in this silvery white world like me. Then quietly disappeared into the sea of people ...
I walked very slowly, but I stayed in a subtle picture: a middle-aged woman was waiting for the bus with her daughter on the side of the road. When the woman saw the lively child around her, she suddenly thought of something, put down what she was holding, raised her hand and gently wiped away the snow covering the child's head, and then lifted the zipper of the child's clothes.
seeing this scene, although it didn't happen to me, I feel so warm in my heart. A sour feeling welled up in my heart.
The snow in the sky is getting heavier and heavier, and it is decorating the whole world. The snow is so pure and white. I walked slowly on my own, and my feelings suddenly welled up in my heart. Looking up at the snowflakes flying in the sky at 45 degrees, they are flying magnificently. Suddenly a snowflake fell into my eyes. When I closed my eyes, it was never so cool, and the cold snowflake suddenly cooled to my bones. I sighed in my mind: how can a small ice flower have such a great shock?
I rubbed my eyes and found a warm scene: an old man sweeping the street was wearing a pair of cotton gloves, an admirable overalls and a worn broom. Conscientiously sweeping the "hills" piled up by the roadside. When I swept across a meadow, I saw that he had a meal, so he bent down and helped a trampled grass up again, then smiled at him and left.
My body standing by was so cold, but I was worried that it was so warm in my room ...
When the snow stopped, the exposed sunshine was so dazzling. Looking up at the blue clouds in the sky, my heart seemed to be full of emotions, and I adjusted my clothes and looked up and walked forward. 7
Sometimes, people fall in love with a certain place, without any prior agreement or deliberate purpose. It is purely an accident. However, it is this accident that will inevitably leave a series of memories in one's life journey. It was by chance that I walked into the ancient city of Ganzhou, an ancient city with a strong Tujia diaojiao building, but I was bound to leave the truest feeling of this ancient town in my travel imprint.
The streets and lanes of the ancient city are paved with bluestone slabs, and both sides are stacked with bluestone slabs layer by layer to form a wall as high as people. Moss and some green vines leisurely decorate the mottled stone walls, as if to decorate an eternal green dream for the ancient city walls. Such streets are quiet and simple, without the noise of city streets. Walking here, people are like being drawn into a dreamland filled with light fog. The streets and lanes are pulling their footsteps, and the line of sight is flowing away with the footsteps, but they always want to let the footsteps flow slowly, slowly, lightly and lightly.