Part I: I love the beautiful snowflakes
This winter is a warm winter, the winter warmth snow is more.
Snowflakes, a beautiful winter. I heard people say that if it snows, you can walk down without an umbrella all the way to the white head.
People who love snow call it a princess and a girl. Such as the familiar fairy tale "Snow White". Russian folklore also has a poignant story "Snow Maiden". It is said that the snow girl is the daughter of ice and spring, she fell in love with a shepherd, but as the embodiment of snow and ice - she does not understand what love is. The Snow Maiden's mother took pity on her and gave her the ability to love, and as the Snow Maiden fell in love, her heart grew warmer and warmer, while her body melted and disappeared as a result, leaving behind only the fragrance of snow.
I love the snowflake, although I did not smell her fragrance but love her tenderness and beauty .......
The snowy day is full of flavors. Snowflakes fluttered down from the air, gently, softly. Snowflakes are so beautiful, it purifies the whole world, purifies every corner of our hearts.
One warm winter day, a mature lady came to me because of her work. Standing on the snow, her soft voice and golden body made me see the light. All people love beauty. Bing Xin said, "If there is no woman in the world, the world will lose at least five-tenths of the truth, six-tenths of the goodness, seven-tenths of the beauty."
She became my new colleague. The conversation learned that she is particularly fond of snowflakes, the sentiment of ****ming not by the eyes as if it is the reproduction of the snow girl, however, the nonsensical associations fleeting. Because I am not a shepherd, do not have, talk about how to lose. But I believe that the snow girl is a connotation, she is the human mind ***, showing the most pure side of the human love affair.
Beautiful destiny is very fair, it has left for everyone. When it came, the misadventure failed to stay, to be lost, only to know ever, can not afford to give up. As if the good karma written on the snowflakes, pure and wonderful a little warming instantly melt. Some people say that it is easy to produce feelings between coworkers, the story. This, I often heard. But, the fact is that the company's business is still in a state of flux, and the company's business is still in a state of flux, and the company's business is still in a state of flux.
Everyone has a special friend in their heart, **** when they are in the same place, nothing to talk about, silently trying to figure out their position in each other's hearts, as well as a variety of emotions, such as snowflakes. Lovers, borrowing every snowflake, flying with the longing for love. The heartless ignore the loneliness of the snowy plains. Plain life like the air flying snow, in the ethereal heart nurturing longing, such as the butterfly in search of a dream, hanging on the eyebrows of who? And in whose heart?
She told me a story about her life. Who would not have thought that she was soft like water, self-improvement, hard work and endurance through hard work; who could not see the beauty and kindness of her, love also suffered from the torment of betrayal, who can believe that she is as light as a tolerant and comfortable. She is as beautiful and quiet as a snowflake, showing the inner purity. This, not only with the eyes to see but with the heart to listen to feel to get. I think this may be the fragrance of snowflakes.
I love the beautiful snowflakes, would like to kiss it, but it is very reserved, it is too late to open the mouth on the melt; want to hold it in the palm of your hand, it can only do a short stay, leaving you with gentle tears. Snowflakes light, elegant, like a fairy fluttering, immaculate, no one has reason to refuse to love the fairy tale-like beauty of it. I, like the snow, more cherish the beautiful memories that occur in the snowy days, write this beautiful destiny in the white snowflakes.
Part II: Love to not be able to love
There are always some words, let us read and read again, there are always some melody, let us listen to still listen, there is always a paragraph of feelings, let us read still read.
Even if the relationship is scarred, even if the sky is already the limit.
The maple residual moon fall, still a thousand love, ten thousand unwilling to give up, stubbornly standing in the wind of the road, trying to look back, chewing on the flowers and flowers together, smoke around the rain slant. The person, once loved, the person, once wanted a lifetime of time to cherish.
Injured, pain, finally know what is called love can not love, what is called gathering to the end must be scattered. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley.
Tired, tired, and ultimately will understand, and then the beautiful love, ultimately a smile, the sea will not wither, the stone will not rot, love has long been a sea of change.
Love can create a fairy tale story, in the story, I am your white horse, you are my princess, the eyes of each other, is the only one, is the world on earth. However, love can also create more regrets, love is a kind of happiness, at some point, love is a kind of pain in the liver and gall. Love, is the poppy in the red dust, is to drink poisonous wine with a smile.
Love, absolutely not just a simple wine, it is also brewing the process of waiting for the torment. Love this cup of wine, both bitter and sweet, instant sweet, can cover all the bitter. Therefore, there are many people who are destined to try, like moths to the flame, to try this bitter, spicy, sweet and sour process.
Love a person may be just a moment, this kind of lightening like a flint produced by the emotion, is a gorgeous paragraph, is also the most intense paragraph, such as fireworks in the moment exhaust the beauty of life, in a flash, love said to come. But when it eventually fades, perhaps in your heart, it takes a lifetime to sculpt.
Life is only as good as the first sight, all the love, the beginning is very sweet, because the love is pure, do not know what they ultimately want, there is no time to peek at the results; trivial light, day after day, love deep, the requirements of the more, and ultimately, the love has gone out of tune.
Even so, love is still eternal, when the white horse into a black horse, when the princess into a folk girl, all return to the smoke and dust, although the other side is no longer your absolute favorite, although it has been from the bottom of the heart to give up, but you will still be drunkenly infatuated with a bit of time together. This kind of love, but also count the eternal, it, eternal in the memory.
From the sensational moving, and then love to not be able to love, the end of the song is a painful process. If there is another sky in this world, another paradise, can not care about the consequences, can simply love, there will be a lot of people to look for this paradise, here, praying to meet each other again, and then love again; here, you can escape the left one, the right one of the world's chains, each other, will not be struggling to the heart of the cold.
Love to can not love, sometimes not love, just helpless .....
Part III: a blooming summer lotus
I like lotus, like to catch the sky lotus leaves of the lotus pond, so in the summer lotus blooming season, I always linger in the lotus pond, from the flowers to the flowers fall, countless times to watch the lotus, enjoy the lotus, shoot the lotus, planting the lotus in their own hearts.
Watching the lotus to appreciate the lotus, not in its splendor, but in its elegance and quiet beauty.
Listen to the sound of flowers blooming.
After the rain while the lotus, is pure, slightly open flowers, bud buds, bright white flower tips through the pink tender, far away, layers of lotus leaves thick and thin dipping, emerald green dotted with white flowers and pink buds, this scene is not the poem "red and white lotus flowers open **** pond, two colors and general fragrance, just like the Han Palace of the three thousand women, half of the thick makeup half light makeup! "?
A small canal water gurgling, the morning sun through the gap between the trees sprinkled down, a kind of oil *** touching the heartstrings, raised the camera to pursue the pure spirit of the realm, a light wind blowing, lotus leaves flying bud buds in the leaves between the hidden and hidden, good, big beads and small beads in the jade plate rolling between the light, emitting dazzling light, at this time the beauty of the beauty of the world, so that I became a little confused, I do not know how to frame the spirit of this lens! In the leaves and buds of the dance became confused dream, movement and static, virtual and real wind swaying in the interpretation, such as poetry, such as painting, that rhyme and movement of the United States, let me intoxicated.
Pure untainted, will be a season of elegant precipitation, demure, quiet buds tender as a virgin, snuggled up in the soft leaves of the bosom of the green, *** of the face, but also buds to be released, the distant buds in the lotus leaves under the cover or hidden or present, tender, micro-open, a desire to speak, quietly waiting for a beautiful blossom, the breeze blowing through the pure and beautiful heart whisked through the tip of the lotus! ......
Bend down and let your own and lotus connected, the crystal droplets in the middle of the leaf, reflecting a world, at this time the heart is only left with the glittering light and shadow, so your heart is drunk, your heart flew, flew into the psychedelic light and shadow, crossing the empty realm of nothing ... ...At this time, I actually visualized myself pulling out my own heart, put into this drop of water to wash, to reincarnation, sinking and floating in the heart, in that clear sound of the water, in that flickering light and shadow flow. "Sitting is also Zen, walking is also Zen, a flower, a world, a leaf, a leaf, spring flowers from the green, autumn to the leaf drifting, endless prajna heart free, speech, silence, movement and quiet body natural" crossed the heart, a kind of self-compassionate born.
"The blue wave heart dew face, thick color, such as light color work", from the beginning of the lotus, a lot of browsing lotus shooting and post, I have done some attempts, honestly love lotus people, lotus photography seems to cover everything you can think of, quiet down and think about it, your is your, my is mine, even if there is no new ideas, it is also a good idea. Even if there is no novelty, that is also mine, so after the first wild shot, could not restrain the joy, hurriedly sent the photos to the space, did not do the post, said that this is my "original" authentic soft color.
On the way to the road, the reverie that they can shoot out of the "small pool" of the mood: "the spring is silent and cherish the fine streams, the shade of the trees in the water to love the sunny and soft, the small lotus is only showing the tip of the corner, as early as the dragonflies stand on the head," but, turn around and around and around, and only see a few dragonflies in the lotus pond between the circling fluttering, is not willing to fall down, the heart! I think that if Yang Wanli wants to shoot the lotus, he will be able to shoot the rhyme of the lotus, the soul of the lotus. The clarity and simplicity of the "small pond" is what I like, good at writing landscapes, he surprisingly vividly depicted the scenery of the lotus pond, no wonder his good friend jokingly called him, "Everywhere in the landscape afraid to see the gentleman."
"Unattached you ah, either come too early or too late." The heart can not help but laugh, how to think of Simu Rong to come, haha. "I, a blooming summer lotus, how I hope, you can see the present me ......."
For days I linger on this small lotus pond, early in the morning, the sun has not come out I have arrived, the most beautiful and colorful lotus pond in the morning, the first bloom buds such as a young girl as shy, budding, the day before the open lotus flowers are as mature as the *** Curvaceous, in the morning mist to interpret their own beauty, bees in the stamens between busy pollination, the first time to shoot the lotus of the feeling of euphoria suddenly can not be found, the first time to shoot the lotus. Approaching the lotus pond, my footsteps slowed down, I do not know how to shoot, around the lotus pond around a circle, I still can not find the feeling, at this time really understand the shoot lotus is not easy; especially to shoot the lotus mood more difficult.
Photographed leaves, photographed flowers, photographed stems also photographed fruit, photographed the sky's green leaves, however, never photographed "dragonflies standing on the head," the heart has been thinking, smoking a cigarette, slowly walking, looking, searching.
Suddenly, a red dragonfly entered my field of vision, it quietly stood on the edge of the lotus leaves, I picked up the lens aimed at it, strange, its wings where? My eyes left the lens, or strange, and previously seen dragonflies are not the same, its wings are standing, no matter which, the first shot, the focus of the lens gathered in its eyes, big eyes and I looked, seems to be full of curiosity, motionless, my heart a burst of joy, and so, constantly changing angles, her silhouette is fixed in my memory, "". Dude, I photographed the red dragonfly ......"! In the middle of my depiction, the end of the phone laughed loudly, "You shot the red bean lady!!!"
Later, I learned that dragonflies are larger than damselflies, damselflies have very beautiful colors, and what I saw was just one of them, and when dragonflies stop, they spread their wings out flat on both sides of their bodies, while damselflies usually close their wings and stand upright on their backs.
This is just one of the highlights of my photo of the lotus, because I like the lotus, I will wait for a flower season, no, I will always wait, with my lens to interpret the rhyme of the lotus, the soul of the lotus.