When I saw those dancing crowds, I knew I had missed a lot of beautiful scenery.
In fact, the world's most beautiful scenery, not in is beautiful as a picture, or in the name of the beauty drawn in the dirty, in fact, the most beautiful scenery, in our side, and our favorite thing to do, the name is: miss.
I used to miss the scenery, countless, I closed myself in a small world, to the plain, to the dust.
Familiar music sounded, remember the last time I came to this square, is a long time ago, and, or purely passing through, as a lovely soy sauce party.
I know that here, is the stage for the elderly, 7:00 to 9:00 pm is their time.
They danced to the tune of these older people, no matter how much dancing, watching those who do not know how to panic and mimic the movements of the people around them, clumsy but happy, dancing duo, two people embracing together, rotating in the large square, happy.
Played is the golden songs of the seventies and eighties, the familiar melody, accompanied by people's dance, seems to have a vivid life, the distant street lamps, sprinkled with halo yellow light, headlights of the dazzling beams of light, the sirens, are drowned out by the sound of the music, turned into a faint stream of smoke, surrounded by, so beautiful.
The cool wind caresses the hair and kisses the cheeks, so that people here, already drunk, drunk in this place, drunk in this landscape.
Today out of a trip, I realized that I really small, those who have missed the scenery, and has passed away the beautiful, are their own missed, is not it?
I can no longer be indifferent, I have been a little chagrined, angry at myself.
I don't know if those who dance are happy, just looking at these scenes, I just understand that I am happy from the bottom of my heart.
In fact, at that time, I was happy and sad that I had missed such a beautiful scenery, that beautiful river of lights, that dancing crowd, each of which thrilled me and excited the cells of my whole body.
The music of the next song sounded, and the people who had just felt tired were like clockwork and tireless mannequins, happily devoting themselves to the next song.
I was already on my way home and could not forget.
Walking under the street lamp, my heart gradually calm, these are the scenery I once missed, there is still time to make up for it, then, in the travel along the way of life, those who once missed something, when there will be time to make up for it?
2. Every flower will not miss the spring Read AnswerJuly, suitable for cool.
Many beautiful flowers look brilliant in the sun, brilliant a little dazzling. Under a vine, a widow was bending over boiling herbs, and the odor of the medicine filled almost the whole hamlet, making one a little teary-eyed.
The widow's home is very close to the airfield, and when it is quiet, there is always the occasional roar of an airplane taking off, as it flies away, and then slowly disappears. Widow her husband died in a car accident, since then, the widow's spirit will be a bit of a trance, from time to time to pick up the bottles and cans thrown around, neighbors know the matter, has long been strange.
Occasionally, there are some people who do not know the situation, and when they see it, they swarm to the crowd, pointing their fingers and making people feel very uncomfortable. Until the police came and took her home.
She was sometimes normal, she always liked to sit quietly under the grapevine, stirring the tattered bushel, pale hair swinging, without a trace of vitality. Others gave her the nickname "crazy woman", this year, she is only 29 years old.
"Mom, mom! I'm back!" A girl with a backpack happily ran to the vine, walked to the "crazy woman" side, hand rolled holding a "first place" certificate happy like a small flower. The widow's daughter, who is 12 years old, is in elementary school.
She handed the certificate to her mom and said, "Mom, look, I got the first place in the exams!" Suddenly, **** mom stood up like crazy, grabbing her mother-in-law 'crazy again." Many children yelled. Subsequently, neighbors sent her to a nearby hospital rescue ...... Fortunately, there is no major problem.
But, like a flower-like little girl's half face was hot potion to the ruined, uneven scars like a needle like inserted like her heart. The little girl never lived with **** mom again, she lived in her uncle's house.
As time passed, she gradually accepted that cruel reality, she always wrapped a dark veil around her face, not wanting anyone to see that painful and obvious scars. By the way, she also consoled herself, she was like a flower without leaves, seemingly very withdrawn.
Many years passed. She got into a prestigious university on her own merit, and the good times at school seemed to ease much of her pain, and much of the past, she didn't bring up, didn't think about it anymore.
She could have played badminton with her classmates every day, kicked a soccer ball on the vast grass, flew a kite, blew the wind and sang songs. However, she is still wrapped in that ebony veil as always.
No matter how hot it was, she never took it off. She seems to have long forgotten that she has a mother, every parent-teacher conference, she is alone to hide in the dormitory silence, sometimes a stay is a good half a day.
She hated that she had made her face like this, so that she could not naturally give speeches at the podium, could not have a romantic love affair like other girls, could not splash around in the pool. She hated her for it.
Many more years passed, and after graduating from college she found a good job and earned a good income, and lived a rich life, and even then she never sent a penny to her own family. One day, she received a letter, opened it inside is 1500 yuan and a yellowed straw paper, which reads: Dear daughter: "Mom is sorry for you, mom can't make you happy, mom didn't mean to, I hope you can forgive mom, but you have to know, every flower will not miss the spring, you in mom's heart will always be the most beautiful flower! Working outside is very hard, pay more attention to safety, I do not know if this money is enough for you to use, not enough to tell mom, mom back to send some to you, you have to live well yourself, do not need to come back, mom has a good life."
She sadly removed the veil, hot tears, looking at the stack of stale banknotes, she knew that her mother had little income at home, all rely on picking up rags to maintain a living, which is more than ten years she did for me.
She did not want to think about it, she decided to go home to see her.
A month later, she finished her work, bought a good ticket back home. When she arrived home, the house was empty.
The vine in front of the door had long been dead, leaving only a few dry branches. The table and stools in the house are filled with the dust of the years.
In the mother's room, her photo is still there, but it has long been covered by the spider's silk. A neighbor told her, "Your mother died last week after a long illness, and when she died, she kept saying your name! She missed you, but couldn't bear to disturb you, and left with tears in her eyes ......" "Mom! Daughter is wrong! I shouldn't have done this to you!" She fell to her knees at once and shouted.
But mom can never come back, mom has turned into a flower, blooming in the distant heaven, blooming there. Every year at this time, she would return to her hometown and come to her mother's grave with flowers, and she hoped that her mother would see the most beautiful flowers every day, and that the flowers would be like herself! She never wrapped her veil again after that.
She began to face life bravely, just like the beautiful flower, no matter how cold the winter months, it will not miss the spring bloom. She knew that her mom would be very high hearted to see her like this over there.
Because mom said, every flower will not miss the spring. Is this the article? If so, what is the title please?