Flowering
Deep in my memory, I often followed the adults to visit my grandmother. Grandma lived in the attic of a small bungalow, and every time I went there, I walked through the long corridor and stepped onto the rickety stairs, and when I turned around, I saw a kind and gentle old man smiling.
That was my grandmother.
She led us through tiny doors, tiny rooms, and served me clear water in tiny bowls. Grandma planted a few pots of daffodils in the corner of the kitchen, and when the breeze blew, a faint fragrance would waft through the quiet winter afternoons. In her spare time, Grandma would let me move a small stool to sit beside her and tell me about her childhood. Under the setting sun, a layer of golden light appeared on Grandma's silver hair. Her calm smile was y imprinted in my mind until my childhood and I drifted away from the long corridors, the swaying stairs, and the peaceful smile.
Flowers Falling
A few years ago, my grandmother passed away. The last time I saw her was in a hospital bed. Snow-white sheets, snow-white pillows, snow-white walls, reflecting the grandmother's pale face. Young and uninformed, I didn't know why all the adults around me were crying softly. I thought she was just sleeping, completely unaware that death was so close to me. At the funeral, my grandmother was dressed in a brightly colored cheongsam, which made her look elegant. Grandma had lived a simple life, and I wondered if she would get used to such a lavish burial. Perhaps, the grandmother has returned to the green grass, embracing flowers, smiling into the dreamland.
I heard that the old house has been demolished, beds, tables, chairs, oak closet have disappeared, as well as the pot of green daffodils.
Flowers all over the sky
Now, looking back, remembering the old days, the heart is clear.
Perhaps Grandma is still somewhere, where there is a blue sky, turquoise grass; perhaps Grandma is wandering in the sea of flowers, stopping to look back.
The heart has gone with the wind, the landscape is still attached to each other, misplaced life, who is murmuring.
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Flowers fly flowers thank flowers full of days, red fade incense broken who have pity? The spring is over, the red face is old, the flowers fall, the people die two do not know. The only thing left behind is that can not swing away from the ten thousand strands of love, inexhaustible vows, with the willow flakes fluttering around the heart, only to fall into my thoughts lingering.
The North University ah! I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
Without you, my life seems to be a colorful but lack of lines of the wall chart; like a question of innocence, but the algebra is not solved; like a one-stringed zither plucked eaves rain rosary; like a pair of pulp sculls that can not reach the other side of the shore. I do not want to give up, I struggle, like a bud in general waiting silently, the sunset in general, watching from afar, the thoughts of you in the heart of the vision, in the soul of the deepest!
Peking University ah! I think of you, when there has been a fall?
Lead gray lake surface, by the strong north winds blowing up the restless waves of the lake, the bone-chilling wind mixed with snow blowing more and more fierce, gray sky, gray lake. The mountains around the lake were locked in the clouds and almost completely disappeared. With the dizzying sky reflected in my eyes, I put my hand in my mouth and closed my teeth as hard as I could. With tears in my eyes, with thoughts of you, I shouted, "My Beida, where are you?" The earth empty left a sigh, a song of Qingliu flipped outside the sound of the string, tears into rain down all over the sky, but although the rain is sentimental but do not understand my thoughts ah!
Wind and morning, day and night, mossy paths, several entanglements in vain melancholy, empty buildings read who, for whom the struggle, for whom pining, ink stained who. The flower period has not yet returned, the University of North America ah! Do you know who I dreamed of in the falling flowers? But the flow of years is always contrary to the dream, the strings of the piano messed up who, a night of no sleep, sandalwood incense into ashes, leaning on the collapse of the company, Peking University, ah! The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Outside the window, the sky is full of flotsam, noiselessly falling, in this season of blossoming and falling, in this moonlight sprinkled courtyard, I silently pick up a piece of petals, pick up a little bit of thoughts about you.
October of the lunar calendar, everything has begun to wither, and even some have long been withered. Indoor flowers can't resist the increasingly cold weather, and the pink and orange flowers on the windowsill are the same. The pinkish-orange petals are fading. I'm a slow girl, everyone thinks I'm a big-headed, heartless person, who says so, he will never know me too well. What he sees is always just on the surface. But there is a man, he said, girl ah, you pretend all day tired?
My father, a very ordinary man, he is not the boss of any company, nor is he the director of any bureau, he is just an ordinary man. But he will hold the best, the best things in the world to me, will bring me a cup of milk tea, buy a box of chocolates, make a bowl of spicy hot pot, so, whenever he is in my heart is the most handsome, the greatest. You said that the life of a flower is very ordinary, flowers bloom, flowers fall. But there are two kinds of flowers in the world, one is the flower in the greenhouse, which can't stand too much ordeal; the other is the wild flower, which can stand the wind and rain. These two kinds of flowers are beautiful, but I hope to be the second kind of flower, because, the wildflower blossom process is more beautiful, the flower fall is even more fragrant. After the midterm exams, I thought I could take a little break, but it turned out to be a longer and longer step, because a month or so later is the final exam. The pressure of the heart is rising, the midterm exam backward, but also worrying. Dad, however, told me to look at the sunset when I was stressed, flowers, don't make yourself look like a secret agent. You pushed me to the window, let me look at the pot of longevity flowers, I do not care to appreciate, but you said, look, is not a flower to wither. When I didn't answer, you said, "Look again, are there a few new flower bones. I then looked up, look at the flowers, and suddenly realized that you want me to look down on this midterm exam results, tell me that the flowers will bloom again, and the results can be.
I remember my dad said at the end, I hope you can become a wildflower, but also remember that the flowers bloom, with the posture of the flowers to look down on the earth, the flowers fall, with the calmness of the flowers to write about life.
The clouds are light.
The wind is light.
Spring blossoms, someone planted a seed. Deeply, y.
Seed in the ground, do you know who your master is?
Can't see the sunshine, can't see the blue sky.
Are you happy?
Maybe you're still growing, maybe you're still waiting,
waiting for that instant brilliant light that breaks through the ground.
The next spring, he came again, saw the little buds, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and gently stroked a few times. Gently, gently.
Tender little buds, do you feel the warmth?
Look, the sun is around you,
the wind helps you stretch your waist.
At this moment you are happy,
you not only have nature, but also someone who loves you.
Another spring, he still comes to see you, but his eyes are a little surprised. Yes, you yourself are surprised. Because your appearance is neither like
grass, nor like flowers. Once a biologist came to study you, and in their conversation you heard of your future fate. Either you would be a beautiful, precious flower, or an insignificant blade of grass.
If you a beautiful, precious flower, although there will be many people to marvel at your beauty, but the flowers beside you must be very unhappy. As if to hear them saying, "By what right, what do you have to look at." "Go away, we don't want to be friends with you." They may have misunderstood you, I know you are not showy.
If you are an inconspicuous grass, I rather think you are very lucky. The flowers are gone, and there are fewer eyes to appreciate them. But the grass is so green all year round, make people happy. I don't think you are in contrast to the flowers, but the flowers are in contrast to you, in contrast to your clear, in contrast to your clean.
I don't know why I have to say it in the second person, but I am you who is neither grass nor flower.
I don't want the flowers to fall, I just want the pure, clear green.
The flowers bloomed; the flowers fell again. It seems to be able to hear the sound of the flower bones blooming; and the feeding sound of the flowers falling to the ground also reaches my ears.
In my memory, that the most recent period of blossom and fall was on September 1, 20xx, that is a sunny day, is the day of the opening of the schools, and we more than six hundred freshmen full of joy, busy looking for their classes, joyfully chatting with the first meeting with the classmates, because we all firmly believe that meeting is a kind of destiny, and we know that he or she We know that we will spend two whole years with the rest of the people *** with us.
However, we never thought about how the seniors felt at this time, or even just very lightly that they have the same mood as us.
And time is always not slow to shuttle in the middle of the crowd, calmly watching us do all kinds of things, say all kinds of words, but in our eyes, it is fast and slow. I've never thought about how to retain it, but I know that no matter how we grab it, it will seep out of our fingers bit by bit, so, just like that, we give up.
But we didn't give up on anything else. In these two years, we laughed, we cried. From the first acquaintance of classmates to today's close friends, we used so much time, but do not regret. Every day, you can hear our laughter from a long way off, infecting every student and teacher in the neighborhood. We are just like this to help each other through so many storms, until, the upcoming two-year period.
Will come to that blossoming period, each one does not know each other in this period after the expiration, whether there will be the fate. There is still more than half a month's time, and in this short period of time, began to pour out with his friends in the past they think that pretentious words, do not care about other things, just for that flower can be in the last period of gently withered, in the fall of less a point of despair ......
Another blossom and fall time ah!
In the Gobi Beach in Africa, there is such a small flower, standing tall: the wind does not blow down, the rain does not fall down ...... it, is not the yimmy flower?
Yimmy flower from five years ago sprouted that second, to five years after the eternal departure, God gave it to bloom self time is only two days, but also only the flower bloomed those two days, it will be concerned. Other time, can only be a bystander, silently waiting ......
Life is even so, from small to large, from large to old in these decades, although the time is short, but as long as live a valuable, meaningful, and finally will be able to the red flag of victory in the highest place of life.
When I was a child, I was introverted and reticent, and every time my classmates discussed things, I wouldn't say a word and froze in my seat by myself. Because of my withdrawn character, so in turn caused my academic performance has been in the middle of the class.
I originally thought I was a yimmy that would not blossom. I did not expect that the class teacher's talk changed my life ......
That afternoon, I was sitting in my seat dazed, surrounded by classmates, some do games, there are playing cards, one by one, nothing to do look ...... Suddenly, class teacher Suddenly, the class teacher, Ms. Qiu, came in, and her face didn't seem quite right. Sure enough, she pulled out a piece of paper from her folder and proceeded to give a rant. It turned out that our class had finished at the bottom of the class! She praised several students who had studied hard, including me.
That day, during study hall, I came to the class teacher's office in shame, and the bone-chilling wind cooled my heart. The teacher talked to me a lot, she said she would pay attention to my study and life, and would care about me like a big sister. Before leaving, she gave me a warm hug, so that I am no longer cold in this winter ......
Balzac said: "For the brave, frustration is a stepping stone, while for cowards, frustration is a stumbling block."
Although I used to be as obscure as an unbloomed yimmy, but as long as I can live out my own happiness and reflect the value of life, then this yimmy will never wither ......
blossom and fall 7The four seasons blossomed and fell, and played the song of the birds; the four seasons are colorful, and the bloom of the The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of your life and get out of the way of the world. The four seasons, bring nature a mysterious color, with a beautiful fantasy, a new chapter.
The beauty of the four seasons spring is the most beautiful dawn. The east - a little bit of reddish color, wake people up from sleep, every household lights up, so that a little dark street instantly bright. The scent of cherry blossoms and magnolias along the road can be smelled from at least a dozen houses in front of and behind the road, making it a scene of spring.
The most beautiful thing about summer is the night. Bright moonlight is certainly beautiful, bright moonlight from the bamboo curtains in each house, "slipped" in, shining into every inconspicuous corner of the house, which is a very pleasant feeling! Outside the house fireflies fluttering, even if it is a drizzly night, there are one or two fireflies flashing light in the flight, this scene is really charming.
The most beautiful thing about fall is the dusk. When the sun shines down, the moving thing is that the birds are in a hurry to fly towards the arena, the geese in the air for a while into a "one" word, a while into a "human" word flying, this scene is even more touching. The sun is sinking, the night is coming, the wind, the insects sound more and more call people relaxed.
The most beautiful thing about winter is the morning. Whether it is the morning of the snow or the cold windy mornings have a distinctive flavor, in the home when you put your hand on the hot radiator, the mood of leisure and this cold winter morning how harmonious ah! After warming up, put on a thick down jacket, and small friends together in the frosty cold world of ice and snow, ice skating, snowman, snowball fights, get full of head, full of snow.
Four seasons, nature keeps singing the song of the seasons, the pleasant mood and beautiful scenery are gifted to the people. I love the charming scenery of the four seasons, I love the harmonious music of the four seasons, but also love the colorful activities of the four seasons!
Blossom 8On this vast earth, there is no lack of various beautiful flowers. Different seasons, there are different flowers. Flowers decorate the world with their own beauty, do not ask for return, only hope that the world can become more beautiful and fragrant. When the flowers bloom, the layer upon layer of petals spread out, the shy and colorful appearance is enviable. But as Bing Xin said: "Successful flowers, people only envy her now bright, but at first her buds, soaked with tears of struggle, sprinkled with the blood of sacrifice." Just how can people know the suffering of the flowers? Because the flowers have never flaunted, never to the people of the world to tell their own labor, even by the world praise, they are only silent open, for this beautiful earth to add a bright color.
"Falling red is not a merciless thing, into the spring mud more protective flowers". When the time belongs to their own past, the flowers will slowly wither, unknown to disappear on this earth, their bodies into the soil, for the next year to blossom in preparation. Quiet as if they had never come to this world.
Silently open, quietly withered. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for it. But the flowers have never complained about the injustice of God, just try to do their own thing. Not to ask. No complaints. Do not hate. If people can also do so, why worry about the world will not be stable and peaceful it?
Rabindranath Tagore once said, "I wish to be born as the splendor of summer flowers, and die as the quiet beauty of autumn leaves." If people can be the same as all things in nature, whether it is noble and beautiful flowers, or ordinary green leaves, only to learn that kind of life will be dedicated to others, after death disappeared in people's vision, do not want to be famous in history of the spirit, it will be enough.
The first time I saw you in front of the door, I was wearing a needle on the floor. The first time I saw it, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The beautiful makeup is green, and the shy face is red. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at your favorite movie, and you'll be able to see what you're getting yourself into. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
-- "Linjiang Xian" Yan Guidao
"Wu Zetian"
The woman who made the waves of the long river of Chinese history. A woman who should have been in the rainy season in tears and in the spring breeze linger in the lakeside of the flavor of the South, "once chosen in the side of the king" cowardly king achieved her life full of legendary pictures. Her iron fist politics is surprising, her tenderness is amazing. Her strength and sentimentality coexisted. Her splendor sleeps with loneliness. What is Qinyan? If not for the cowardice of kings? If there had been no history to plot, would she have killed her own son with her own hands or would she have held him in her arms and sucked his fingers. If not for her success, there is her daughter-in-law and her daughter, Princess Taiping's forward and backward, only to be the same height as her, the same bird's eye view of the earth.
"Xishi"
"Xishi" beautiful to the West Lake for the bow of the woman, the fate of more than Can as stunning as the same beauty. In the enemy's knee to enjoy, by the king and the people of the country spurned, the lover's betrayal. All the suffering ensued, if not for Goujian's resourcefulness, if not for her national color, if not for countless beautiful coincidences, the achievements of this woman's breathtaking composition of the frescoes.
Female, a fold, a cross, a turn, composed of the simplest strokes, interpretation, is always endless black hole. "It can exist in any form and stands proudly in the world.
Her blossoms and flowers fall, and you are a foot away.
She is a woman of the world, but she is not a woman of the world. So the flowers cry and the petals fly.
In the experience of growing up, friendship is a very important part of me. A close friend who knows me well allows me to have great comfort. For me, it is the source of my happiness, the pillar of the spirit and the shelter when injured. I am careful to take care of it, take care of it, after all, it is like a beautiful . The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and it was a little girl, and it was a little girl.
Day by day, I have been careful to take care of it, it is more and more beautiful, open in my eyes, but also open in my heart. It has taken root in my heart. It's a good idea to have a good time, and it's a good idea to have a good time.
It was a sunny morning, everything was so calm. However, suddenly I had a dispute with my best friend over a trivial matter, as if a storm was coming down, and the flower on the heart of the field was doing its best to support it. But in the end, the delicate flowers could not resist the strong storm, and the flowers were eventually blown and bruised. The flower, failed miserably.
The flower failed, the petals left, leaving only the stamen a lonely there, no dependence, flowers cry petals fly.
The petals left, I do not know where she is going, I just hope that it remembers the splendor that we once had, opened the beautiful.
I just hope she takes care of herself. Fly!
Fly!
Must find a good home, remember, must bloom, to bloom the most beautiful and bright, just like we once perfect!
Yes!
Flowers bloom and fall sometimes, although you are a hundred times care of it, but ultimately the beauty can not withstand the time, but also can not fight with the wind and rain, there will be a day will open defeat, the petals will leave!
That opened in my heart on the flower of friendship in my heart has long been rooted, although the flower has failed miserably, but that once had a beautiful forever let me unforgettable, make me miss!
In my heart, it will always be there!
Flowers bloom and fall will sometimes, so the flowers cry petals fly.
I, such as a wind, drifting away in the past five years, there have been touched, there have been sad, there have been happy, there have been friendship. Counting on my fingers, I have gained a lot. All kinds of feelings in my heart - melting, combining, solidifying. Indeed, five years are fast and slow. I can't remember all the bits and pieces of my time in elementary school. Flowers bloom and always fall. There is no such thing as an unending banquet, and the vows we once made were so sensational. But with time, also slowly petrified by the wind and sand, as long as a gentle blow, will disappear without a trace, a grain of sand can not stay.
Just the butterfly in the heart, never disappeared, my past, my present, and my future. Flowers bloom and fall, the butterfly is still there. I like this kind of persistence. I still remember that oath, that naive face.
Whenever you open the classmate records that have been destroyed by the years, look at the record of a sentence of blessing, the tender words, I will smile, will shed tears, will miss.
I will not forget, in my happiest time, there is a group of people willing to share with me; in my saddest time, there is a group of people beside me; in my most depraved time, there is a group of people said to me, "Go!" This group of people has been engraved in my heart, just like the heroic deeds of the martyrs engraved on the stone monument sacred.
In the years to come, friends, please do not make a vow that will never be honored, let's treasure this in our hearts and let the butterfly in our hearts guard it.
This butterfly will always keep it until another force forces it to leave, and that force is called "oblivion". And I want that force to stay away from me.
Because I firmly believe that "flowers bloom and flowers fall, but the butterfly remains."
Finally, I also hope that you do not forget me ......
blossom and fall 12As the saying goes, a year's plan lies in the spring. Of course, it is not only spring that has hope, every season has its own benefits. Just like the relationship between people, it is necessary to be interdependent and accompany each other.
Spring, like a newborn, is brand new from head to toe. Once the spring breeze comes, those flower buds buds grass tip children are eager to poke their heads out, want to see this beautiful new world. The willows fling a handful of tender green hair to match them. At this point, the farmers will hope to implant the soil, and then with the heart to nurture with sweat to water, just waiting for the best harvest in the fall.
The blossom is delightful, and the flower fall will always make people sad. Who does not like the warmth of the sun? The flowers are gone, and the grass is withered. And at this time, farmers are excited. In fact, those withered branches are really cultivated. Finally came to the harvest time, the wind and frost, rain and dew, have achieved such a right fruit. The defeat of each flower has fruit to comfort, see, the fruit of the tree, the ground crops, roadside grass seeds, are the witnesses of the blossom and fall.
Night to the sound of the wind and rain, flowers fall know how much, flowers bloom and fall a cycle, wind and rain is another year. A year's time is very long, long enough for us to count and count to see the harvest; a year's time is very short, short enough to have not had time to properly experience the fun of spring and fall harvest, and hastily turned over the page of life.
In fact, you will have what kind of accumulation and harvest this year, as early as in the blossom and fall has become a stereotype. If you refuse to pay sweat and wisdom, there is no later harvest.
The flowers blossom and fall another year, we in the end planted what and harvested what?
Remember the blossom and fall13
Remember the blossom and fall
How long has it been, under the osmanthus tree, the breeze, accompanied by the fragrance of the flowers gurgling water, at this time you can remember the sentimental Daiyu? Is there a hint of sadness? Flowers bloom and fall, she let the flowers return to their roots; she let the flowers fragrant city, delicate as flowers, she gradually drifted to the distance with the petals in the flowing water, now, time passes, Daiyu buried flowers of sadness, petals of the far away, are still vaguely imprinted in the heart of each person, at this time, that a piece of the far away petals have long since disappeared, leaving behind only the memories of the back of the far away.
When ever, when you see those magnificent words; but you see those delicate feelings of poetry, you can remember that the woman as a flower, because of her good sense, her sadness, so that she has the delicate feelings of the people, at this time in the read> when you can begin to her talent and y convinced? With the window poetry is her; and Baoyu poetry is her, perhaps this is her happiest moment; perhaps this is the greatest comfort to her before parting; perhaps this is the most beautiful memories of her mind.
At this point, you can remember that the bed in front of the dying Daiyu? We can think of a delicate flower to the final defeat is how sad, she found a place for the flowers, but now, this original colorful flowers, but no one for her to find the final place to return to. With a puddle of life on the fragrant handkerchief flowers, with a crystal pearl slipped, but also let her in the long river of sentimental gradually dispersed, gradually fade, until she with life's great sadness to leave the environment and her discord. A white lotus flower, although growing in the mud, but until the last second of her life, this white lotus flower has never changed.
At this point, you can still remember the one that made millions of people Shan Yan tears Daiyu?
When the first hint of dawn breaks through the thick clouds to the earth, a delicate and beautiful flower in the sunshine breaks through the dawn of the occasion to open, petal by petal to unfold, such as the delicate YouYi. Eventually the mediocrity breathed a sigh of relief and unfolded the last petal.
It was a rose.
A perfect flower! The petals were unblemished, so delicate that one felt as if it were untouchable crystal to be pitied. Here in all its glory and sunshine, she is admired, admired and protected like a goddess.
Time as water disappeared in the other dimension, the rose and then no original luster, day by day decline, the petals become mottled, appear dark red face. The wind is relentless in taking away a few petals, and after a long time, only a branch with a few wilted petals is left behind, which can no longer be straightened.
The perfect thing will also have to go through the process of aging, just the relationship between time. The flower bloomed perfectly until the bleakness of the flower fell. In our memories, it was once beautiful, just remember that she was once brilliant.
As the sun set, the last petal swayed in the wind and eventually fell. It sleeps, waiting for the next dawn, another spring. The invisible flower grows in a minuscule detail. Quietly flowing into my memory, the beauty of the moment, transformed into time flowing in the fingertips, it is the flower that brings me tender time.
The withered petals fall, although there is no sentimental beauty will bury her, but she will also slowly into the land, moisturizing the next spring in the flowers that are about to open in this. Our memories can only prove that she came to this world ......
White small porcelain teacups, I picked up the withered petals, and China's Longjing, slowly the wrinkled petals re-stretching, the color back to the original delicate, as if to get reborn, I sip the tea, recalling the memory of this beautiful ......
blossoms and falls15The breath of summer gradually filled the window pane.
The jasmine plant in front of the window, which has been silent for a spring, seems to have been touched by something, and in its jasper-like glossy, clear green leaves, it has given birth to a star that makes it difficult for people to realize the life of the plant. It carefully from the green leaves quietly drilled out, tender, so I can not, even dare not touch it.
I always look forward to its blooming.
Waiting patiently for several days, its buds have gradually swollen, as if it is a touch of "open". I lie in front of the window, carefully watching it, do not dare to blink more - I am afraid to miss any small link and regret. My heart is beating so fast, probably because a new life is about to bloom in front of me; or maybe it is because this is the first time I have ever waited for a flower to bloom!
Finally, the jasmine plant was touched by an invisible hand, and the buds seemed to expand a little bit, and I sprinkled some water on it gently in the hope that it could absorb enough water and open up early - even though I knew that the idea was silly...
This is the first time I've ever waited for a jasmine plant to bloom. ...
What a long process! I even thought that waiting for the flowers to bloom was a kind of "torture"! Suddenly, the outermost piece of white with some beige petals trembled and bloomed, revealing the crescent white ......
Then, the petals slowly spread, the white petals are so pure, it seems that there is no room for any trace of impurities. I sometimes wonder: will I not notice, from layer after layer, overlapping petals will suddenly jump out of a lovely flower spirit? Gradually, the whole bud of each petal unreservedly put its most beautiful side in front of me, the fragrance in my small room spread out, tightly surrounded me, not long, the fragrance will be sprinkled all over my heart ...... They are smiling at me, smiling is so happy; I am smiling at them, smiling is so satisfied. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it.
Flowers bloom, is the need to go through a long process, that seems endless waiting, and even a kind of torment, but at the moment of its bloom, the heart is so happy, satisfied!