What is the most beautiful scenery in the world? There have been people who have been through the rivers and lakes, stepped all over the thousands of mountains and rivers, but not the scenery. When he was dying in his twilight years, a peach blossom snow ended his long-cherished wish of this life. Looking at the sky flying snow drifting to the pink peach blossom, he smiled and left the world.
A touch of red, a pink feather, away from the good people, lost heart, absolute life.
Silent years, silent flowers, the fragrance of flowers floating in the air, dancing with butterflies.
Qingyi's feather roaming down on the pink peach blossoms, silent years, silent her, if that proud snow, in love with the pink peach blossoms.
Looking at the pieces of falling snow flowing down the world, when, we will fall, this pink peach blossom.
When the sky refreshing white snowflakes pouring down, it is so pure, so clear. The white snowflakes rambled down on the pink peach blossom, the flower fell in love with it, and it covered her with a white veil.
She smiled at the snowflakes falling from the sky, so gentle, so beautiful. The faint fragrance of the flowers roamed to the white veil, interpreting the beauty of this life, the beauty of this world. Gradually, the white veil disappeared in the silent years.
A flower encounter, less than half a cup of tea time, but enough to age out of the years.
She was waiting for it, she longed for that piece of falling snow to come down to the world again, but she could not wait for it.
Rain mercilessly dripping pink peach blossom, in the wind, full of expectation of her tears, flowers fell, in the wind, scattered on the ground. Pieces of fallen flowers fell into the dust, buried in the dust of loneliness.
Dream flowers, open like a dream, dream outside the falling flowers fall a empty. You remember the snow that flew in the sky, it put on a white veil for her. That kind of beautiful, that kind of comfort.
Life as a painting is like a flower. Flowers like falling snow snow like flowers.
A life full of expectations is bitter and precious. Everyone has had their own obsession, such as snow if flowers. However, whenever the wait becomes a memory, the reality of wet eyes, life will only be left with pain.
The flow of the world is a blossoming experience, the wind and rain, we have learned how to grow, we know how to be strong. The dream is broken, pain and despair in the night roar, humble love in reality wandering aimlessly. A person, encountered is the fate of a lifetime, but left, but always a painful memory.
The world is so, every blossoming dream will wither with the awakening of the dream. In this should be blossoming years, we have no reason to fall. I would like to be that piece of fallen flowers, quietly waiting for the arrival of the dream. I hope more than anything that one day I can gently put on a white veil for the dream and bring it back to the place where the flowers bloom.
The blossoming years of prose 2
The study in front of a large tree I do not know, the leaves are lush, every afternoon, overlapping green leaves deliberately let some sunlight through, mottled shadows like the life of the precipitation of the time, precipitated in the flip pages, I flipped through the light of the precipitation of the life of the growth of the life of the accumulation of reading life, reading the passage of time, reading the light and the shadow of the most intelligent deliberation, read the The years in the silhouette or fade or long-lived love.
The first time in life by the "time" this word impact is in the first grade of elementary school, remember the distant childhood just learned a text "fossil", the text of the general content of the text I can not remember, only vaguely feel that the fossil is the dead body of an animal after time precipitation out of the art of fossilization is solid time. At that time when life has just begun, it is natural that we will not be sad about the spring and autumn, and we do not know how to lament the rush of time like water. However, time is so mysterious, the word "millennium" is too lofty. That is a kind of even just longing can not be found in real life from the model of the mysterious things, he can not see, can not touch, is a kind of animal carcasses can be evolved into the power of the stone, is a kind of mud and sand can be deposited, the accumulation of the power of the mountains, is a kind of water droplets ticking, gradual penetration of the stone's power is a kind of mysterious, away from me is very far and very close to the power.
From that time on, I became a highly sensitive person to time without realizing it. Time made the blank summer homework filled with my twisted but serious notes, made the strings of the guzheng increasingly smooth and melodious, the rhythm of ancient elegance, let the computer screen struck the words from a thousand to ten thousand, from prose to novels, from short to long, let me perm curls, changed into a uniform, and let me use cosmetics to disguise the traces that he left behind.
Is all this change due to time? Some say yes, others say not all, in any case, I am in a haze, I feel that time is God's gift to people's investment, how to invest in order to be closely linked to the life is better, it seems to depend on the use of time of each individual life. Whether or not I end up fossilized, I have to perceive time well when I can still perceive it, and perceive the life that time creates.
Sometimes, looking at the mountains, also more than once thought, life, you are not the girlfriend of the time, and the time is about to talk about a love affair with the son of the hand, and the son of the love? Is it agreed, to be born in the same year, the same month, the same day, the same year, the same month, the same day, life and death are not separated? However, the years glory and blossom, flowers bloom and fall, I watched life pass away and reborn, watched the ice melt spring and fall, people sing the song of the year in a hurry, I will also be sad tears, time, ah, you are not a betrayal of life, betrayal of the love of your life? Life a few times regeneration a few times fall, play all the impermanence, why time as old, rise and fall, as usual?
Time, you have always been in, endless, never break the flow, but the same time, dry up the grandmother, dry up the father, but also dry up too much life in the world, flowers and trees, people, birds and animals. Time will be my childhood playmates metamorphosis into a man wife and mother, the time of the big wave of the white sideburns of too many people, but time, why you never old? Later, I gradually know, time did not betray life, it is time to create a life, but also created the evolution of life, flowers fall impermanently.
Time has created a companion for every life, called family, or called friends. In such a process, the loss and gain constantly staged, the prosperity of the cold, the fireworks are easy to cold, gorgeous and cold sharpening people accustomed to lose accustomed to gain, laugh at the loss, calm.
Thanks to the time, gave me the most beautiful years, thanks to the time, gave me a wind and snow encounter. A lot of people are so grateful for the edge that time creates. I also often think, in the process of life constantly growing and aging, time will not give me a period of time in front of the flowers, will not arrange a certain young man, holding an umbrella lightly stand in the ten miles of flowers? However, the life of the interpretation of the sadness and happiness, the time to write all the love and hate. In the past, every time I listened to the love of the lost people sing "the most helpless thing in life is in the wrong time met the right person" this song sentence, always laugh it off, do not think, until one day, I will be a thousand words cohesion in a piece of paper, submitted out, apprehensive with the hope of the time, only to know that the time to create! Love can move a thousand years, but the tragedy of time cast so helpless. However, I am powerless to take revenge on the time, time gave people a heavy knife, and then continue to move forward, proud not to turn back.
Regardless of the time to open a joke, life should continue, time will only fool people, will not abandon people, I think so, albeit slightly negative. So, I want to buy myself a few pieces of new clothes, so that it is suitable for their own age and mood at the moment, I chose a navy blue coat, plain and elegant in the emanation of a dignified and mature. Maturity is a side effect of time. At the moment, the shopping mall, I do not know which singer sang a phantom song: is the fault of time, we can only miss. The heart lake is a ripple cut, calm lake surface net is scarred, deep and shallow, dense. This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in a hurry to get out of the house, and I've never been able to get out of the house.
Distant childhood will be fossilized defined as solid time, light life in the beauty and sadness of the interpretation of time as a story, can be seen and appreciated. The first cry of my newborn is whether it is the cry of the ignorant life ignorant of time but innately sensitive? When the sunlight dappled on the pages of the book I turned the precipitation of time, when the fingers on the strings of the piano I strummed the melody of time more and more smoothly, when I watched the time and life peeled off and fused, fused and peeled off, and ultimately I will be out of the perception of time and let the skeleton turned into a solid time, reappeared in the textbooks of the first grade, to the new students with the concept of time to the enlightenment of the concept of time and the impact of the new when the time of the term again and again in the countless times and the time of the newborn. When the term time and time again in countless like me on the computer screen tapping manifestation, these actions will be because of the eternity of time and unchanging, repeat and repeat.
The blossoming years of prose 3
Walked a long way, separated from the heavy landscape, only to find that everything is wandering in the two banks of the years, the left bank is unable to forget the memories, the right bank is unable to grasp tomorrow, in the middle of the left bank and the right bank, flowing, is our beautiful youth.
It is tempting to find an umbrella and walk through the rainy alleys in March to see the flowers blooming in the rain, and then, make a cup of tea, remembering the passing of time. Throw away those thoughts about love, waiting for the years of blooming flowers. Those of the past, as if it is a poem written with wild grass, the dragon flies, like my rebellious youth, debauchery, can not see the original face, can not find the reason to explain.
Stay a little courage, review the weight of the years, to see how it goes to write my life's erratic encounters, with a wisp of light sadness, to see how it shrouded the uncertainty of the first half of my life wandering. As if in the twinkling of an eye, the years have passed by so carelessly, we have ever had half a point of review? A careless miss, so penetrate me a life of vicissitudes.
The years are a wheel, you do not know when it will go, when it will stop, the years are a flower, you do not know when it will open, when it will fall. In this flick of the finger, has been all over the trailing grass and smoke, those young and wild dreams, but also in this world of chaos in the gray smoke, listen to the song of the Smiling Proud Wanderer, do the water Liangshan dream, that is many years ago has no longer mention of the heart's desire.
Years like water in a hurry, how many years lightly written, lift the hand between the pen, hidden in the words between the mood is wrapped up tight, who can not see through, if life is a hangover, then I would like to accompany the whole life, in the days of the trance, do their own trance dream.
I would like to stand on the shoulders of the years and see all the world, however, how do I try, this is an unrealistic fantasy, then why not hide the stupid heart, learn to live the days of peace and quiet.
When I use the promise of life to seek a drift, I have been destined to race against time, then, let the years of flowers bloom full of time on both sides of the bar, I use a lifetime of time to wait for it into the most beautiful scenery.
The age of flowers, fragrant years!