Flowers bloom with different joy, flowers fall with different sadness. Want to ask the sad place, when the flowers bloom and fall.? Flowers, swaying in the wind, like a charming woman waving a fiery red posture body, showing off the enchanting body.
Leaves return to their roots
Looking at this tree of red, the mind can not help but break the barrier of time, back to a short time ago: at that time, the autumn winds of depression, raging. Decaying branches and leaves like a loss of soldiers will be prostrate in the withered branches; the bitter support of the branch, with the wind shaking, like falling but not falling, gesturing in the air, as if in the writing of this sad fall of bitterness and pathos, full of solemnity of the eye to cover the air.
The wind is up, a piece of weathered and yellowed paper quietly away from the branch, spinning in the wind, the sky under the whirlwind interpretation of the bleak beauty. Although winter is not snow, branches and leaves return to their roots. In a few days, the leaves on the cottonwood tree fell out. Only the bare branches left in the tree, the decadent state is self-evident.
But when I took a closer look, I actually found that the yellow leaves under the tree withered some color fading actually gathered in the root edge of the tree by magic. Layers and layers of yellow leaves, messy and with a few points of order; like man-made, and like nature's ghost work.
The fallen leaves return to the roots, return to the tree. Looking at the thick layer of leaves I actually thought of the crows feeding, the heart of the moving surge surging, the long-lost heart of gratitude actually jumped to mind.
The flowers perish
A tree cotton in front of me, red, red, red that so stunning that so exciting. I also marveled at its beauty and splendor. My line of sight moved, moved to the bottom of the cottonwood, but also full of flowers fell on the ground, a ground down red. Like blood like red, as if a nose will sniff a nose full of the smell of blood. Cottonwood bleeding?
Whenever a passer-by walks by, there will be fallen flowers annihilated under people's footsteps, ? Zee faint hint of a wail, barely able to ruffle people's attention. Footsteps, the ground only left a faint touch of light red, the flower, but stained with a faint handful of ink black. How people do not understand the red fall of the sentimental it? Just let them die?
Just in the flash of the imminent fall of beauty, I saw, saw a large group of people, carrying a large and heavy sacks. Busy in front of that cottonwood tree, picking up the ground a dainty, pick up that a touch of tantalizing red. I seem to see, see the ground this group of ? End of the road heroes? The way to go? In the Chinese medicine store to renew its splendor.
The flowers perish on the ground, returning to the people. Gazing at the ground that is like a glimpse of light red, I secretly remembered Li Bai that? The first time I saw this, it was a very good thing that I was so excited about it. The magnificence and splendor. Self-confidence is like an enlightenment, full of my body, seeped into my heart. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I'm doing and how I'm doing it.
The flowers perish, the leaves return to their roots, and the sadness and beauty of the end of the intention still exists.
Prose on the kapok: do a kapok plant
I remember when I went to Xiamen, sitting in the car to see the city's trees, there is a touch of eye-catching red let a person fall in love. Brown slightly vicissitudes of the bark accompanied by a tree of flowers, coworkers exclaimed, look, the kapok bloomed, I had read in the book, Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree": ? I must be a kapok beside you / Standing with you in the image of a tree / Roots, clasped in the ground / Leaves, touching in the clouds.? I used to visualize the kapok with the depiction of this poem, and being alone I could not imagine that it actually bloomed in such splendor.
The kapok is very beautiful, untainted by the wind and dust, those worldly disputes can not disturb them. I want to do a woman like kapok, in the work, I do as a unit of the middle leadership, if the museum leadership is seen as the upper beam, the ordinary workers look at is the lower beam, then the middle leadership cadres is obviously the middle beam. A house in the beam out of the problem, then the house sooner or later to fall. This can be seen, the middle cadres of this? Middle beam? In the work of the importance of. Of course, my colleagues also agree with my ability to work, they said, Ping Li when you look at your knitted brows and smile exudes gentleness and calmness, but the body seems to contain a lot of unimaginable energy, work up a pile of things after a pile of things to do, the first with a colleague to a small mountain of broken books sorted out, transported to the designated another room, and then a moment to some new books classified and ready to be on the shelves, and other coworkers said, can not believe that you! The soft exterior also hides another her. Tough and persistent. A woman's work is the most beautiful thing and reflects her social value. Just like Mark Zuckerberg, the founder and CEO of Facebook. Zuckerberg married Priscilla Chan. Priscilla Chan. Although Mark Zuckerberg is a billionaire. Although Mark Zuckerberg is worth more than 100 million dollars, Priscilla Chan does not buy a pair of 600 dollar shoes. She doesn't buy a pair of 600-dollar shoes, saying that the money belongs to Mark Zuckerberg, not to me. Zuckerberg's, not mine. Priscilla Chan said to her husband. Priscilla Chan said to her husband. My grandmother once told me that there is a tree in the south called Bengzhi, and I only wish to be a Bengzhi tree. True love should be emotional interdependence, not financial dependence. Crossing this psychological barrier, even if the economic disparity between the two, the status of the disparity that so what?
I would like to be a kapok, not a tangled vine. In life, I try to do self-reliant people, love to write some essays and prose, but also love photography, love to listen to music, love to dance in the square, my friends said I: you whether it's prose, poetry, song, or photography, which are manifested in a sincere, frank, honest, intelligent woman up and down the life of the elements and life trajectory. Gathering with classmates when classmates said, your smile can spring rain like let us forget the pain of the experience, it seems, see you, the knot on the dilution, on the open. It seems that you are often in the sea of knowledge for the sake of what you read, like what, in the books immersed in the people and we are not the same, there will be a unique quiet and deep temperament, with you, we will feel the depth of your heart and broad, lyrical and beautiful, these unnamable breath, will let you dress with only belong to your luster. In fact, we know that you still have a lot of suffering in the heart of the accumulation, but you always laugh it off, always with a beautiful posture to meet every tomorrow! Although I do not have friends and classmates say as good, but what they say, is what I hope to do. I wish that my pure smile can melt all the unhappy, may I wear clothes that make them look good. I would like to help them do some small things, help them take some photos, help her to answer some questions on the computer that I know, how to reprint the journal, how to transfer photos, how to find the information they want, how to read the Internet literature. Helping others gives me a sense of solidity and happiness, which can't be measured by money. Of course, I also gained their friendship, such as they will give me a bag of milk, a tea egg, a steamed bun, a piece of moon cake, which quenched my thirst and hunger. Because of this, with a grateful heart, I thought of taking their photos, and seeing their happy smiles when they got the photos, my heart will be drunk, like the essence of kapok, qi, and spirit of the kapok full of my body like a smooth.
? If I love you - never like the climbing camelia, borrowing your high branches to show off their own; if I love you - never learn the infatuation of the birds, for the shade of repeat monotonous songs;? Yes, love, I used to be very pestering lover, he went to swim with colleagues, I will often call to ask him there, see what good attractions, he will sometimes be impatient not to pick up my phone, sometimes he played cards with his colleagues, I will keep giving him a phone call to let him go home to rest, he often play to late at night, come home and I argued with no regard for his face in the face of his friends there. Later, he was entertained at night, I will read my beautiful article, listen to the music I love to listen to, try to put the mind on the study, the thoughts of him into the study of power, to give each other a little space to fly the shackles of the mind,? The heart of the matter is the heart of a man's life. The heart of a person's life; the so-called? The water can carry the boat, can also cover the boat? The correctness of one's state of mind will be a bright light out of the darkness; of course, his husband is also a respected surgeon, he receives and treats dozens of patients every day, in the face of these patients, he is always able to maintain a consistent sense of compassion and responsibility, and meticulously treat each patient, as the director, he had to deal with a number of surgical things in a timely manner and in a timely manner will likely to produce problems and contradictions in the embryonic state! As a director, he also has to deal with some matters in the surgery in a timely manner and nip problems and conflicts in the bud. Every second of his work is a time for him to show his light. Because I understand him, but also can stand in his point of view to see things, recently we have less quarrels, family harmony, we look at all the winds together to see all the dust settled.
After reading Shouting's "To the Oak Tree", my mind will have a lot of ideas, I capture these momentary thoughts, recorded in writing, this is the difference between me and the people, they may sit and talk, and I can physically, I think, do people should also do so, a lifetime of humility, a lifetime of dedication, and finally, like the kapok, will be their most beautiful I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I think it's a good idea.