Looking at the rain in front of the window, watching the thin and dense raindrops fall slowly and unhurriedly, I suddenly heard a word in my heart: the spring is strong, it is already strong, and the drizzle slowly cooks a pot of spring.
Cherry blossoms fade gradually, waiting for it to bear fruit and ripen. The newly cultivated kumquat is thin and weak, and every time the kumquat shakes on the branch, it will make people worry. I'm worried that the branches will lose weight, but there's nothing I can do. I hope citrus reticulata Jr. will have a strong vitality, rely on himself and strive to survive.
Grapes gave me a surprise. As soon as the flowers open, the fruits can't wait to be covered with branches. Don't look short and thin, try to play a dozen strings.
Yesterday I wrapped two pots of green radish, one of which was placed on the desk in front of the window. A vine climbed onto the desktop while people were not looking, poked around and looked around, but I pretended not to see it.
Go as far as possible. The outside world is wonderful and big. It's always good to look outside and gain more knowledge. I guess the green radish must think so, too. Unfortunately, it is in the house, but it has not stopped exploring.
Miss Chunyu is very diligent these days, and she came again today. Move the green radish out and let it drink rain beads beautifully. Suddenly, the leaves were covered with dancing raindrops, and I don't know what dusk it was.
A few clothes were left in the house, but they were accidentally fulfilled and covered with rain beads. Don't hang clothes today, hang beautiful rain beads. ...
I can't help looking at the flowers on the terrace upstairs. Without an umbrella, I let the raindrops fall naughtily on my body and get into my neck, suddenly feeling cold.
It's already late spring, and flowers bloom and fall. Occasionally a few sighs seem to be gone, fleeting, scattered in the wind, nowhere to be found. Is it a sigh that petals are reluctant to fall? However, the red jaw was silent and still quietly opened in the wind.
Don't be sad, just try to bloom and be beautiful, and nothing else matters. You have been here, the wind knows, the cloud knows, and I know.
I want to remember your face. I will recognize you immediately when you come next year. Listening carefully to the notes flowing from the petals is more beautiful than any musical instrument, which is the beauty that goes straight to the heart.
I am willing to bow my head for a flower, bow my eyebrows and stop ... I am willing to bow my eyes for all beautiful things, down to dust.
Rainy days are suitable for sitting around, listening to the rain, drinking tea, reading books and playing the piano ... I like reading in a daze best. This book is the most intoxicating. I like reading since I was a child. In a daze, you can enjoy the feeling of being alone.
It is recorded in Nightmare Shadow:
Spring is suitable for reading poetry articles, because you can feel the vitality of poetry and the thriving scene in spring. Therefore, reading a few pages of poetry is also delicious.
However, what I like best is KoarnHack Tarn's Pastoral in Autumn. This book has beautiful words, exquisite words, no affectation, and is fresh and pleasant.
Introduction to the book:
Other books, also flipped through. For example, give it away casually, live under the same roof for four generations, break up, live by the mountain ... I'm just looking around. There is no pressure to study. I like them. I can read it slowly and savor it.
Everything slows down, time is no longer like a thief, it seems that everything is in time, and I enjoy this process and beautiful moments.
It is also beautiful to be in a daze on rainy days. You can think about something seriously, or you can completely empty yourself without thinking about anything.
The sound of raindrops hitting the window lattice has a kind of rhythmic beauty, which sounds very pleasant. Sitting in front of the window for a long time is pleasant, even less boring. I like the silence, freshness and tranquility of rainy days.
I also like this kind of life, simple, leisurely and quiet. Life needs leisure, fun and beauty.
We don't approve of living like a dream, nor do we advocate working hard for personal fame and fortune. It is very important to cultivate character and ceramic sentiment.
Picking up warm incense all the way, I only hope that the years will last forever. With a blooming time, waiting for the fleeting time in life, even if it falls into the mud and grinds into dust, it still smells as good as ever.
It takes thousands of turns to understand the importance of blank space in ink painting, the desolation behind glitz and the happiness of simple life.
Zhang Defen in the middle of the recommended sequence of "Breaking Up":
Give up, give up, and you will get it. Now I have to cut down some clothes every time I change seasons. As things leave, I feel more relaxed than before. Think clearly when shopping, don't buy on impulse. I no longer associate with people full of negative energy, only three or two friends who agree with me.
As Uncle Jane said in the theory of life relativity: Less is good enough. The world is big and small. Some people love more, but I love less.
Simplicity is the highest complexity, and life is beautiful because of simplicity.
Flowers become poems, tears become words. Every flower is the master of Danqing and a romantic poet in spring. They splashed ink, recited poems and sang songs to their heart's content.
Flowers dress up spring, making it as beautiful as a young girl.
Living in poetic spring, desire is few and simple, and happiness is within reach. It turns out that happiness is so simple, but we often live in it and don't find it. In fact, it is everywhere!
The past is dark, clear and bright. After years of sorrow and joy, it is clean and quiet.
However, at the corner of the season, yesterday's tenderness is still visible.
Hold a handful of years, hold a book of understanding, a book is Qingyuan, a surplus is dull, and time is quiet; Heart, always live in spring, smile warmly.