Whispers from the rolling curtain
The midnight breeze makes the rolling curtains move quietly, the moon shadow dances, and the windows are lightly closed. Everything is silent, only the candlelight is dancing. The tea in the cup has already cooled down, and the faint fragrance of tea is still lingering at the rim of the cup. Her thin lips pursed slightly, with a hint of bitterness, and she swallowed helplessly, but it turned into sweet liquid in her throat. There is another full moon in the sky, the silvery light is all over the ground, and the cold dew on the leaves is crystal clear. You have been here all night. When the dew slowly flows through the leaves, you will carefully collect it drop by drop. I am puzzled. I ask, and you laugh. , the essence of Mid-Autumn, ready for making tea.
The drops of water flowed together, and the jade beads fell down and fell into pieces in an instant. The wind stirred the green leaves, and the dew flew over like raindrops one after another, soaking the cotton felt and the green shirt. The dew that cannot be picked up is just like the teardrops that you cannot wipe away, not because of the waxing and waning of the moon, but because of parting with you. The person has gone away, but the fragrance of the tea remains; the tea has cooled, but the love remains; the lonely figure in front of the candle remains, thinking of you; the bronze mirror has no face, but the frown remains; the sound of the piano and the piano remains elegant; between the cases, the beautiful shadow remains.
The heart is like lilac in the rain, swaying in the cold wind, with a hint of melancholy. Only the faint touch of purple still lingers in the dream. In a blink of an eye, the moon has set in the west, the candlelight has been exhausted, and it is dim, and the beautiful face of pink and white appears in front of my eyes, which is lingering, it is a lingering nostalgia.
The relationship between you and me is like the jasmine petals brewed in boiling water, rising and falling in the cup. We meet briefly, but if we think about it for a long time, it will be difficult to return.
I think of a wonderful poem: "The whole courtyard is full of fragrance": Wearing a green robe, full of plain skin, infinitely quiet in the wind. He Yue is the gentlest, worthy of love, fragrant and elegant, even though parting, she refuses to bear sorrow. Immersed in water, passion turns into a secret fragrance flowing from the bottom of the cup.
The long-lost peace and tranquility are always like the autumn moon on the Xijiang River. The moon is like a hook, which makes it difficult to look back with sorrow and thoughts. The hanging moon shines eastward.
The duet of the flute music has ancient charm, the lingering sound lingers, the echo is long, just waiting for the chariot shaft to turn around, and the sad moon is hidden in the west building.
The First Snow Whisper
Finally it was complete. Because of Xueer's unexpected arrival, the charm of winter was fully revealed.
The night is deep, and the dim street lamps are lit in the distance. The fog on the glass makes the vision blurry, and everything is frosted, mysterious and ethereal. In fact, the night needs to have a kind of looming charm.
My fingers playfully drew the word snow on the mist, half-written or not. The transparent notes were left behind like hollows, a rare glimpse of clarity in the hazy corner. It was such an inadvertent action that revealed the most precious thing of the night.
Snow, it really snowed, and I felt a pity for snow that I had never felt before. When I couldn’t wait to open the window, it flew all over the sky and came quietly..., and then There was also a blank in his mind. If I were to describe my feelings at this moment, it might be warm. Without any warning, they came together, walking briskly, and just like that, one after another, covering the ground and filling the field of vision. When heaven and earth are integrated, there are no hills in the mountains, no waves in the water, and the white water reflects the Milky Way.
The snow in front of me is not like goose feathers, but much smaller. They fall freely under the influence of the wind. Sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, their graceful dancing postures unintentionally outline the trajectory of the cold wind. Perhaps because I was complaining about disturbing their masquerade party, a sudden gust of wind came over my face. When the wind blew over my face, the crystal velvet fell on my face one after another, which was very gentle and cool. The meeting with them seemed to be teasing me. When I touched them, they disappeared, leaving only a faint trace of water, and then they often reappeared. It is impossible to appreciate, because when you touch it, its soul will be nirvana, and only the body will be left. The helpless coldness made me subconsciously close the window and reluctantly quit the dance.
Its rotation is so elegant, its steps are so light, and its whole body is dressed in silver, like a dancing ballet dancer. Under a shadow-tracing light, the scene is like a dreamlike "Swan Lake". Although their dance is short, every wonderful moment is evocative. They are like shooting stars in the night sky, explaining what perfection is again and again.
The snowy road is like the overturning of ten thousand petals of a jade pistil, layer upon layer, blending into one, making you unable to bear to step on it, tarnishing this purity.
The snowy night is like a vacuum crystal bottle, full of love and silence, making you hold your breath to find the sound of snow. Just one note can touch your heartstrings...
I really hope the snow will continue to fall, because of your beauty and romance.
One thing that moved me
Living in this world, there will always be many things that make people feel sentimental and emotional. The world is not ruthless, people are always There are feelings between people just because they get along with each other. Some get along well and some don't get along well. This is a very real phenomenon!
There are many things that moved me the most:
When I was a child, my father pumped milk for me and fought with the shepherd’s dog in the ice and snow. My mother said it was very funny. But I am really touched. This often insists on my reasons for living. Because of these, people should live better! When I was a child, my father was a soldier. He had always been very upright, which is what I yearn for now. The sentries there would often tease us. My mother often said that I almost died when I was a child. Later, I was saved by the commander's daughter, who was a doctor. Well, I've always been curious, why does it have to be the commander's daughter to be a doctor? Why can't other doctors save me? It must be very troublesome, so I'm always very touched. I am touched that my life is good. When I was young, I was really in trouble. I remember I often got sick, every week, so my father would often come back from the army to take me to the hospital for medical treatment. He would also often remember to stop military vehicles and sometimes take a jeep.
When I was in elementary school, I was sick once. On the way back, I couldn’t walk and walked very slowly. Later, the teacher told my mother about it and my mother carried me home. I remember that at that time It’s grown quite a bit too!
My parents have always been very good to me. When I was young, I was often scolded and sometimes beaten. Well, when I think about it, the family rules at that time were a lot of no, no going into the river, no fighting, and so on. , so now I have to abide by everything, and sometimes I feel very happy if I violate it!
Now that I think about it, when I was in junior high school, high school, and college, I often talked back to my parents and made them angry. Now that I am an adult, I often still think about the gift my father gave me when I was in college. When I go to school, I always insist on going by myself, but he is always worried, so he will argue again! My father is very capable, but I am very poor, so I often think about doing my own thing without the help of my parents. Sometimes I often think, he is a big tree, and I am like a tree under the shade. When will Hou can grow up, what about transcending?
He went to the Party School in Beijing, and he did this for half a year or a year. He wrote to his mother, and I took the reply and remembered that he always asked us to study hard. It seemed that we were always stupid and couldn't do it. Learning is the same, well, isn’t it useless in the eyes of my father?
Some time ago, I showed my father "Information Technology Education" where my article was published, but he didn't want to read it. My mother said it was necessary to read it, so he got reading glasses to read it. Alas, it's a pity. What I write is courseware design. How can I make my dad understand this? Anyway, he read a few pages carefully and didn't express any opinions. However, he said that publishing articles in national magazines was a good thing and encouraged me to write more. Alas, it would be great if writing articles was so easy! I remember that my father used to be a reporter, secretary, and could also take photos, so I must have taken a lot of them!
One year I was published in "Liuzhou Daily" and asked my dad to help me collect a few pictures as souvenirs. He was always very calm and said that I was late and Liuzhou Daily was sold out. But I asked my sister to find one for me, and I still remember it.
If the mother is a stream, maternal love is the spring water flowing in the stream, delicate and gentle.
If the father is a mountain, father's love is the scenery standing on the mountain, broad and profound. ;
I was deeply moved by the love of my parents. Maybe this world is like this, full of touching. Let our emotions settle in our hearts, let our emotions sublimate in the sedimentation, and let our sublimated emotions color the world!
My happy life
I have a happy and happy family. I have a "good girl" in my family. A "shopaholic" mom and a "handyman" dad. Now, let me make the next introduction!
In our clean home, a "handyman" is indispensable, and he is my dad. Every day when I see something broken or dirty at home, my dad always comes forward. I remember one time, my desk lamp was broken, and I hurriedly called my dad. After my dad looked at me, he immediately got the tools and started to repair it. After a clanging sound, my desk lamp was repaired! I was about to say thank you to dad, but dad brought a rag, wiped the lamp carefully, and then asked me how it was. When I saw it, this was a desk lamp that had been used for many years. It was as good as new. I happily threw myself into my father's arms and said repeatedly: "Thank you, good dad!" Dad smiled happily.
Looking at the wardrobe full of colorful clothes of all sizes, I remembered the scene of shopping with my "shopaholic" mother. One day at noon, as soon as I finished lunch, my mother took me to Xidan without saying a word. I asked my mother: "Why are you so anxious?" My mother said: "There is a big sale in Xidan today." We quickly ran to the third floor and bought 3 pieces of clothes, and then bought a basket of daily necessities. At this time, I seemed to be discouraged. He insisted on asking his mother to go home, and then her mother went home gloomily.
I am a "good girl" at home. I go home from school every day and check my homework carefully after completing it. I help my parents with housework every day. In fact, this is not my instinct. I am the best at taking care of others. I remember one time my mother was sick and my father was on duty, so I decided to take care of my mother. I made tomato and egg noodles for my mother first, and then gently served it to her. My mother was very touched and I was also very happy. After my mother finished eating, she stroked my head and said, "How good, my daughter has grown up!" I felt very happy at that time. The next day, under my care, my mother's condition improved. She always praised me as a good boy when meeting everyone, which made me feel a little embarrassed.
This is our family, a happy family. In my drawer, there is a blue handbag. Although its color is very old, to me, it is more like a piece of the future. The polished jasper is simple and thick, and its light and warm luster always bathes my heart.
It was a Sunday. After my sister and I went to learn calligraphy, we took the bus home together. On the bus, we found a seat by the window and sat down, looking out the window and slowly looking back. The moving scenery makes me feel very comfortable. What a wonderful weekend. In such a relaxed mood, before we knew it, we arrived at the stop where we got off. There were many people getting off the bus. I got off the bus along with the crowd of people who got off slowly. Watching the bus slowly drive to the next stop. Then I walked home with my sister. At this time, my sister suddenly looked at me with doubtful eyes and said, "Brother, where is your blue handbag?" I quickly looked at my hands, but they were empty. Where is the bag? In desperation, I couldn't help shouting: "Where's my bag? Where's my bag?" It contained my study tools and some change! My sister thought for a while and said, "You didn't leave it in the car, right?" I also recovered from my anxiety and nodded helplessly. But the car had already driven away for a long time. My sister and I murmured: "What can we do? What can we do..."
At this time, a taxi stopped at our The taxi driver who dropped off passengers next to us may have felt strange when he saw our two children rubbing their hands anxiously and talking quietly. He came over and asked kindly: "Kid, what's wrong?" I looked at the uncle and said helplessly: "I left my handbag on the 207 bus.
The uncle was silent for a while and said, "Get in the bus. Let's chase that bus. Maybe we can still find it." "So, my sister and I followed my uncle into the taxi and drove towards the next stop of 207. At this time, I only had one thought in my mind: Hurry up, hurry up.... Uncle seemed to understand what I was thinking, or perhaps In a hurry, he speeded up and flew forward at a lightning speed. The scenery and pedestrians on both sides passed by in a flash. In my heart, the thought of the bag was like a stone, weighing heavily on me. I no longer had the intention to appreciate the sides. I had no intention of talking to my sister.
When I turned another intersection, I saw that bus, yes, that bus. The car finally appeared in front of us, and the indicator light was flashing as it slowly pulled into the station. At this time, the stone that had been weighing on my heart finally let go. When my uncle parked the car in front of the bus, I hurriedly opened the door and rushed onto the bus. I immediately saw the blue handbag lying there by the window, seemingly waiting for its owner to claim it. The joy and excitement of seeing it again after a long absence or finding it again, I took three steps and two steps and grabbed it tightly in my hand. However, at this time, the conductor looked at me very puzzled, so I hurriedly explained. : "I left this behind when I got to the station. The taxi in front of me was the one that just brought me here to pick up my bag. "The conductor didn't say anything. She just looked at the taxi parked in front of the bus and nodded with a smile.
I took my handbag and got into the taxi. I said to my uncle. Said: "Uncle, my sister and I only have ten yuan a day. Is it enough for your fare?" "My uncle seemed surprised when he heard what I said. He was stunned for a long time, and then suddenly smiled: "Haha, I didn't think about collecting your money. By the way, I will take you back to where you live. "So, I was very embarrassed and told me where I lived.
My uncle sent my sister and me downstairs at home. As if he knew that we wanted to say something like thank you, he rushed to the front and said We said: "Go home quickly, maybe your parents are anxious." From now on, don’t throw things away, haha. "We nodded, got out of the car, and looked at our uncle's car. After a while, it melted into the traffic. We couldn't tell it apart anymore. He turned out to be so ordinary, and suddenly there was a trace of sadness in our hearts.
A year has passed, and I have a new handbag. But after that blue handbag was retired, I kept it in a drawer, and I have been reluctant to throw it away, because there are still treasures in it. Uncle's warm and kind heart
A kind of beauty is called giving up time:
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Every time you give up silently, you give up something you have loved for a long time. A friend with no fate; giving up something that has no reward; giving up a certain spiritual expectation; giving up a certain thought will give rise to a kind of sadness, but this sadness does not prevent us from starting over. /p>
Listen to the music again in a new time and space; tell the story again! Because this is a natural farewell and abandonment, it is full of detachment and is sad and beautiful! There was a feeling that I wanted to make it forever. After many years, I found that it had gradually faded away. Later I realized that what is in our hands is not necessarily what we really have, and what we have is not necessarily what we have. It is truly engraved in my heart! Then I understand that life often requires a pair of quiet care and conscious surrender!
There are too many beautiful things and beautiful people in the world, and we have been suffering for the beauty we do not have. In order to obtain, we are busy, and the real needs and desires are often understood only after many years, and we may even spend our whole lives without knowing the end! And because we often get back the good things we already have! There is a sense of anxiety and worry due to the experience of loss.
The sigh of the sunset, the worries of the flowers blooming and falling, life is inherently unhappy, because when we have it, we may be losing it and giving it up. At this time, we may be gaining again. In fact, we cannot be absolutely sure of everything.
If you are dedicated to chasing and possessing, it will be difficult to get out of external objects and then yourself, and the involuntary sadness and sadness in life will be even heavier!
So life needs to sublimate a quiet and detached spirit. People who understand know how to give up, people who are sincere know how to sacrifice, and happy people know how to transcend! When after a few years we know that everyone we like is living a good life, we will be even more satisfied! "I did not come to this world because of you, but I am more attached to this world because of you. If I can be with you, I will walk away silently, but I will still not lose my love and gratitude for this world - gratitude God allows me to meet and part with you to complete a poem created by God! "Life gives us endless sorrow; it also gives us eternal answers. So, An Ran gives up and sticks to detachment!
No matter how the worldly life changes, no matter how the individual chooses, no matter how important the things in our hands are, we are brave even if we escape, and we are sad but happy!
Giving up is not retreat, it is just making another choice for a new goal. Life is about constant pursuit and constant giving up. We are yearning for the depths of life as usual, we are giving up gradually as usual, and then becoming firmer gradually!
I will always wake up at night and open up tomorrow without you. -----------How far is eternity?
The sad drizzle gently beats this spring, pattering like a lover's cry, moistening the sky and making it sad. This season's wind, with a slight regret, blows through every corner, awakening any seed sleeping in this world.
Unable to withstand the temptation of rain, I walked in the rain, wandering quietly, thinking of the beauty of moistening things silently, which could not hide my heartbeat at this moment. The winter jasmine flowers on the roadside also bloomed early, and the small yellow flowers bloomed happily, you next to me, and I squeezed you, all vying for the love of spring; the oleander buds swayed gently in the rain , seems to be shy, dodging my eyes, here and there is a fragmentary flower, as if secretly peeking at me, a person who doesn’t understand flowers, and I think of a sentence: When the mountain flowers are in full bloom, she will be there. The laughter in the bush is nothing more than that; on the gentle willow branches, the old leaves have not faded away, but they are supported by the new green, leaving the treetops and returning to their own land. It has always been like this and has not changed.
Looking up, the sky that should have been bright turned out to be so gloomy, reminding me of the long-precipitated death. This is a beautiful season, and I don’t want my mood to be infected by this beautiful scene. Comedy, so all I can do is to bring her the rarest beauty and embellish this blossoming spring day to her heart's content.
Because I want to remember that I have been here this spring without sadness, which is so good.
Suddenly, I stopped there, and the coming and going of brokenness impacted me. I was like a kind of small boat, drifting and unable to reach the shore, but I still tried my best to maintain myself and not let myself go. Knocked down by the wind and waves.
I like to do things casually. I just muddle along in a superficial way. I don’t want to get entangled with anyone or anything. It’s enough to have a small hobby of my own. Greed and the fragrance of tea are all there. During this time, feasting and feasting are not what I want.
I want to learn to paint, which seems to have been planned for a long time, but it is vaguely distant. I always want to do all the things I like while I am alive, at least at the moment I leave. , I won’t have the slightest regret, because we all know that some things, after doing them, turn out to be irreversible, so let it be buried with you. I also want to learn guitar, so I can quietly Play your own heart, compose a song or a word for yourself, let yourself flow happily with the music, and be accompanied by your sweetheart all the way...
In this rainy season, what I feel most is parting. Although I haven’t spent much time here, I deeply like the people here, the things here, the flowers and plants here, and everything here. I can’t let go of that beautiful encounter. If there is a chance in the future, I still want to go back to school to make up for the youth that has grown old with the wind. I want to penetrate every piece of land here and tell her that I am back.
I always pretend to be ignorant, deceive others, and tell others about my incompetence, as if begging for a little mercy. The funny thing is that I know clearly but don’t take action. , and let it all go to waste, go, go, go, this damn youth with no place to rest, just go with the wasted years, I won’t miss it anymore.
You said it would still be sunny, right?
Looking forward to it.
Flowers bloom in July
The days are counted page by page, and the time passes minute by minute. The sun was awakened by the heat of summer. When I got up early, some old memories crawled on the windowsill, covered up by moss marks and the sound of last night's wind. The light rain that comes and goes wets the wings of dragonflies, but never wets the passionate poems. Sitting in a small house facing south, the wind blows loudly, and the children next door, with their clear and clear children's voices, Knock on a sleeping door.
In the hot summer, I sit in front of the window and watch the sunlight getting closer and closer, and the shadows getting shorter and shorter, perhaps shrinking into a point, shrinking into the round red mole in my life, and even nothing can be found. , the shadow is you or I am the shadow, never forget a moment. Is there a flower blooming in your hand? Slowly, it unfolds its beauty like a brocade, and then slowly withers under the scorching sun, letting the flower's last song face the sea, surrounded by surging wings, blowing The green branches and leaves I have been attached to all my life, I warm my journey day by day.
In July, the calendar was ruthlessly opened by the wind. In July, lovesickness is nowhere to be found. Not only that face, but also that person gradually became blurry. Add a little more water to the cup and put the books in the drawer, but I can't put my thoughts in a bag. On some dark nights, bright and fading fragments float in my mind, and there is a slow mist hiding behind the smile. , Silence is singing: Understand that when you come back, the unverifiable fragrant memory will always be covered with moss. The fragrant beauty has bloomed in spring, the train is far away, and the summer is long. I have forged a body of iron and bronze. In the days of counting the stars, I pretend to give everything back to yesterday.
I always thought that life would be spent like this. I always thought that there was just a plain singing voice coming out of the white window lattice. Unexpectedly, there will be such an encounter again, the clear eyes, the sad words, the dim background, everything is brilliant because of that moment. The seven-color light is projected on the stretched out hand, which is slender and long. The wind and clouds chattering with the fingertips bloom azure flowers. Oh, time is waiting for me, waiting for me in the misty rainy day, and I am still wandering and waiting, Waiting for you to play the melody of mountains and flowing water in my mind.
Everything you have missed, what you have gained, what you have been waiting for, what you have lost, what is unpleasant, what is unsatisfactory will eventually become nothing at the last moment. July will finally leave. My hands are covered in dust. The petals of July fall all over the path, and the rain of July sprays freely. The streets are cold in July. Walking from one street to another, everything is empty. I can't find the mask of demonstration. It is destined to stand upright on your branches in a simple way. When the pedestrians go away, without applying powder, I bloom into another kind of lotus with clear soup noodles. , for whom do you stop, for whom do you feel sad?
In July, because of your departure, I lost a whole season of love. When the flowers were blown by the wind, they found their bloom. When you left, I found my sadness. It starts at sunrise, rests at sunset, and as night falls, your shadow follows stubbornly. No flame can be found to draw you away, no song can bury you. Hiding deeply, I still can’t escape your confused eyes. Why don’t we sit quietly, see, reflect, and penetrate the faith of time, gradually becoming red, and the wisp of burning clouds on the horizon——
Thousand-year moonlight gradually appears. In July, they bared their teeth and claws in the calm night. Typing on the keyboard, many words came out in a row, some sentences after another. The words were like steel needles, piercing into the skin and the internal organs, causing pain in the heart and lungs all the time. It's like some musical notes blooming in the darkness, sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low-pitched. Maybe, following the tunnel of time, I push away the emotional wall and fall into your arms, speechless all night, or even for the rest of my life. You will Hear the words in my heart?
The face in the mirror in the morning light is dim because of the scorching sunshine in July, the high concentration of ultraviolet rays and the burning body temperature.
No, there are just no lively songs, no exciting words, and no hearty understanding. The flower buds outside the wall renewed the calendar again, and the vivid footsteps of the past were stretched out by the corridor of time. The halo of light loomed in the distance, but it was very close to me. Stretching it out, pulling it in, catching your blurry but clear sight. The simplicity of wind and frost first appeared on whose head, one or two clumps, thin and dense, even if the roots were removed, the entangled heart could not be removed.
The leaves fell gently and rustling around me. Some stories go far away, and some stories drift closer. In July in the south of the Yangtze River, there are so many dripping affections. In the south of the Yangtze River, it is still just summer. The flowers are turned upside down, the roses stretch towards the heart of the earth, the rain grows fiercely, the beauty is just words in the end, and the pale back walks out of sight. Have you ever regretted it? The weather here is hazy. Have you ever climbed over the wall and visited the roses blooming quietly outside the door? Was the lip taken away last year your kiss? The lover I have imagined for many years has been shattered one by one because of you.
In July, you stand in the wind. In the cantabile years, love and flying are another concept. Love needs to be separated to realize that it is an unforgettable thing. However, indifference is also a state of mind. You look focused, and you never give up. In this unique scene, your bright singing voice flows, your flowing music pours out, and the emotions accumulated for many years are filled with satisfaction and sweetness through the sound of flowers blooming. On the night of love, you slowly spread out your soft love. wing. I understand the words by heart, and the lost articles converge into peace of mind.
Flowers bloom gradually. The soul is approaching and the water is clear to the bottom. The real smiles are dense and dense, and the realistic language is layered one after another. Through the jungle of years, the refined style makes the flames flying forty miles adorned with glass-like necklaces, the pink butterflies flying in the sky walk hand in hand with the breeze, and the passion and words reveal the most primitive candidness in the nobility of the soul. The flowers bloom silently, testifying to their beauty. The sunshine in July is scorching, and the holy lotuses bloom in the lines of poems. Looking back brilliantly, Nirvana emerges from the faint pain