Everyone's life has a spring to speak of, the following is my compilation of wild lilies also have spring prose, welcome to read!
Lily and Zheng are college classmates, the two fell in love at first sight and then fell in love, vowed to accompany each other through life. Only later, Xiao Zheng's mother heard of her son's love affair, private investigation of Lily's family background, felt that Lily's family is ordinary, unworthy of the family's precious only son, ruthless hand to kill this romance.
"I'm leaving, dear Lily" is the call from Zheng.
"Tomorrow, I'm going to Australia, we may never see each other again in this life, forgive my cowardice, sorry! ... "Lily opened her mouth, a word did not have time to say, the phone came "beep beep beep" sound.
Youth in that love, so scattered, perhaps a person really have to go a long, long way to really mature. Reality is reality, is ultimately right and wrong, love and forget. He left when you did not go to send, just hurt a person giggling, perhaps you are that a body clad in needle shape, such as umbrellas like flowers of the wild lilies, can only be in the desolate ridges of the stone cracks, with the flow of time. Walking through the four seasons, in the morning bells and drums in the weaving of brocade dreams.
A gust of wind blew coldly, year after year, I do not know whether it is stable or frustrated, the boundless wilderness, thin red dust story is just a mood.
As the seven Sumerian said, "This city does not have the legend of the grass grows and flies, it always lives in reality. Life is a winding road, grasp every intersection, one day, you will forget the pain, restore the beauty.
It is said that this is a fragile world, and many things are never fair or unfair. The beginning of all sincere, love and hate stories are staged every day, some people harvested sweet, some people meet people. Fate intertwined, with the appreciation of the purpose of people rubbing shoulders, accept the arrangement of God, one day your blessing will come.
Lily is a strong woman, since Xiao Zheng left, she opened a flower store, named "Wild Lily", perhaps she thinks she is a wild lily, in the world can also find vitality. In the meantime, a boy often patronized the flower store, to raise their own mother grew up alone to buy flowers, gradually, they are familiar with, tenderness in the heart of the deep seed.
The lily of the valley is like a small, unassuming flower in nature, pouring a lightness and simplicity into the vast world. In the words of Li Qingzhao searching for, in the rainy alleys of Dai Wangshu bitter waiting, waiting for a person, can read her fragrance. The boy carefully cared for the lily, the past confused emotions, a flower to find the answer, the two people harvested love.
I am how much I like Jin Yong's Tianshan Snow Lotus, born in the mid-levels of the cliffs, in the minus thirty-degree pile of stone chips, indomitable fight with the wind and snow, Pavilion and the only fragrance. At this time, the heart of this lily, light out, in the depths of the heart of the happy bloom, even if the plain, can be diffuse into a poem, quietly hazy my eyes.
Once upon a time, you were like this lily, not yielding to fate, tenaciously rooted in the earth. I really marveled at the tenacity of the wild lilies, it is like a young girl without a dress, coiled silk wrist, melancholy, looking, with a weak breath weighing the life of the light and heavy, dancing with the wind to the ends of the earth. Stick to the nature of the light, not warm and keep their original intention.
Oh, the red dust is complicated, do not dare to touch y, that no trace of romance, only in the rhyme of the landscape swings back to the heart. Some people can't get close, some places can't be reached. Any of your magnificent, colorful world, no matter your birth is noble or ordinary, as long as the bloom of the moment of splendor, will no longer be humble. "The best encounter in the world is to meet yourself." Keep your own scenery, traveling alone in the wind, rain and snow in one after another, you will usher in the green spring.
A queer sadness to disturb a moment of peace, walk through the trivial, wild lilies, with a pure heart to view the hang-ups, "can feel the beauty of the mountains do not necessarily have to live in the mountains, can experience the water of the charm of the people do not necessarily have to live beside the water." As long as the road, the sun in, the shore is still there, the smile with the heart, will be at peace in the search for perfection.
Years ah, the process of showering away from too much, breathing also touched people's heartstrings, and ultimately lost to reality. So, accept the imperfections of the world, only because the lily knows y, even in the forgotten corners, as long as there is water, can eventually bloom beautiful flowers.
Sunshine, through the heart wall, the wild lily ushered in her spring.
"Be patient, you have to get through this life, get through yourself." Everything will have sweet and bitter, not you urge the years, it can give. A spring thunder咋响，划下一排绿的诗行，淋漓了清新的气息，上天不会欺骗你。
Look at the colorful land, butterflies dance flowers, long-lost expectations folded in the soul, through a wind caress, the key to the warmth of the key to open the door of spring. In the tips of the hair, in the tip of the eyebrows, suddenly feel the sky bright transparent. Good scenery can not afford to provoke, just a glance, will see each other, spring is so close, in half a fairy tale, a flower bloom, quiet mountains, quiet water, all clear to open. Who says wild lilies can only open in the lonely corners of the valley? Don't forget, the wild lilies will also have spring.
The wild lilies also have spring prose 2
The remote valley has a piece of lily, there is a Cinderella out of the vast wilderness, came to a strange big city, she is the sea of people has not opened a small lily.
When the little lily just came, it looked exactly the same as the city's country girl, but she knew in her heart that she was not a weed. Deep in her heart, she had a pure thought: "I am a lily, not a weed, and the only way to prove that I am a lily is to use my own hands to produce beautiful flowers."
With this in mind, the lily worked hard to soak up water and sunlight, rooting y and straightening her chest. She began to read and study, books were her best friends, and she spent her time in the sea of books absorbing nutrients that she couldn't see in the city. She began to write, began to life as a stage, prose is a mood, the novel is a theater, just like those kind people in the mountains.
Finally, in a spring morning, Lily wrote her first essay. Unfortunately, it was returned by the newspaper, Lily was not discouraged, she knew she could write articles, just too little life experience. She knew she could write an article, but she had too little experience in life. With the first article to start with, she knew there would be many good articles.
Lily's heart was happy, but the people in the neighborhood were surprised, and they laughed at Lily in private: "This guy is obviously a very ordinary person, but he said he was a flower, and he really thought he was a flower. I don't think it's a rose at the top, but an obsessive dream, this kid has a brain problem."
In public, they ridiculed Lily: "Don't dream, you're just like us, you still want to be a writer, even if you can really blossom, in the city where the logistics are soaring, you're not worth the same as we are. same." You look at those glossy beauties, the unremitting eyes in the car, you understand what is the life of the city.
Occasionally, some sisters persuade her to be a wild rose birdbird, enjoying materialistic desires in the luxury of a golden house, and properly waving her youth around, overdrawing the value of her youth. They would also advise Lily not to study and write so hard: "In this city of lights and wine, even if you write the most beautiful words in the world, no one will appreciate them!
Lily said: "I want words to bloom because I know I have a beautiful flower; I want to bloom in order to fulfill my solemn mission as a flower; I want to bloom because I like to prove my existence with a flower. Whether anyone appreciates it or not, no matter what you think of me, I am going to bloom with words!"
Under the contemptuous gaze of wild roses and birds, Wild Lily struggled to release her inner energy. Finally one day, the wild lily also has a spring, its words blossomed, and its white, showy poise with spirituality became the most beautiful landscape on the vernacular literature.
At this time, looking at the beautiful and compelling wild lily flowers, wild roses and birds no longer dare to mock it. They read the words of the lily began to look back on the years of youth, every read, tears once again, with tears of repentance to go a life, to bring her words back to the soul of the grave, the lily saved their souls and life.
Lily's words bloomed one by one, one by one in the publication, each flower has a crystal water droplets, the wild rose thought it was last night's dew, only the lily itself knows, it is by the deepest joy of the tear drops. It was a line of self-improvement, perseverance and strength. Countless nights she was tormented and unyielding in the long dark night.
Every year in the spring, the wild lily is trying to write her anthology, so that her kind and simple thoughts in the city to blossom, seed, its seeds with the wind, fell in the valleys, prairies and cliffs, and slowly bloomed everywhere in the barbaric earth, that a white wild lily. She wanted to bring the breath of the countryside to this cold city and the countryside, that is a kind of primitive spirit of goodness, she can melt people's indifference and ruthlessness. But one day, the lily collapsed from exhaustion, and her literary talent and her spirit withered in the midnight of a foreign land.
Decades later, admirers, both from the city and the countryside, came from far and wide to worship her place of life and enjoy the blooming of the lily: many children kneeled down and smelled the fragrance of the lily; many couples embraced each other and made a vow of "one hundred years of goodwill". Countless people were moved to tears by the beauty of this never-before-seen scene and the gravity of life, touching the pure and gentle journey of life in their hearts. Reading her words is like seeing her weak voice and shadow running and shouting in the dark city.
From then on, the place was called "Lily's Cemetery".
Regardless of how others appreciate and worship, the lilies of the mountain remember Lily's teaching: "We have to blossom silently with all our hearts, and prove our existence with our flowers. Although Lily has not yet felt the beautiful love, but she left behind our great love, they say great love is silent, yes, Lily left without a sound, we carved her blessings left behind in the darkness of the night and indomitable spirit, this spirit is enough to move us for a lifetime.
The pursuit of the beauty of life as their mission in life, in distress, indifference and ridicule, but also do not forget to adhere to their own hearts of believers, this is a life to reach the ultimate beauty of the only path. Silent cultivation and dedication has its own value, the cliff can also grow a beautiful landscape. We've been friends for ten years. You know we don't like coffee. I prefer you to take me to the ancient street to eat snacks. You said "Yi Tu Lua Hua" is too salty, the one next door is the real deal, and you would match the hot and spicy barbecue on the street with a sweet and cold ice cream at the McDonald's dessert station. You know we're all worn down by the gritty, dusty reality. We are as busy as we are at work, and our meager paychecks don't give us the mood or time to learn how to savor the richness and subtlety of a cup of coffee. What's more, listening to your ramblings tonight, I just feel like drinking a cup of coffee into a bitter past in my throat.
Yes, Xinmei, you and he have been in love for ten years. The three of us used to be such good classmates and friends, how could I not know the bits and pieces of these ten years. Ten years is like a line of silky clear spring. It can condense into a turbulent stream calmly and happily reaching into the distance, just like the friendship between us. It can also hammer day and night without stopping, dripping through the hard rock beneath our feet, leaving the stone scattered in pieces and unable to come back together. That's right, you can't hide the cracks in your relationship now. Honestly, Rose, sometimes I wonder, hard and transparent as you are, smart and competitive as he is, like ice and fire make a perfect match, how could you let the stone of love drip through? Your memory is so good tonight that many things from the past are pulled out of you like cotton, stuffed into my ears, and clogged my heart to the brim. Miss, please change this coffee, it's still bitter with so much sugar. Put on a pot of steaming chrysanthemum tea, and add some honeysuckle to wake up and brighten your eyes.
I know you still love him. As a witness to your innocent feelings that sprouted from the verdant campus, I have blessed you countless times in my heart. You always say that after he left you, you will never find such a pure and unadulterated love as you had in this world. However, even if you hold out your heart as white as snow, how can you resist the thorns of life? The days of squeezing on the same bus on the way to school are gone.
Now we have our own vehicles.
Now we have our own cars, and we ride around the city on bicycles that don't ring except for the bells, and you're looking for her in countless stores, and you're finally wearing something that you think will make his eyes light up, and you're going to go to the door of the office building where he works and wait for him to get off work*** and have dinner with me.
I don't know when he came out, but I just felt that you were suddenly nervous and uneasy, dialing the dull car bell to make it make a hesitant thumping sound. Following your gaze, I saw that he was in the mood to clip his briefcase and a few white-collar men and women head down into a Mercedes-Benz dust. The shiny blue glass of the skyscraper's facade reflects the two women in a cloud of misty dust. Your bicycle made a desperate "click" sound, carrying you to take me to hide in the city's most lively and busy pedestrian street side of a deep alley.
You live in a forgotten corner of the old city. Your parents, your siblings, your neighbors, are a bunch of tenacious weeds growing among them. Falling in the flow of fashion, glittering flashy pedestrian street side of the self-generated self-growth, which is only a hundred meters away. A hundred meters away is the old wooden house that is thirty years older than you. Half of the stove in the wooden house is plastered with snow-white tiles, while the other half is exposed to reddish bricks. That's because the tiles on the stove to the halfway point, I heard that this shantytown demolition and remodeling and stopping, a stop on the stop until now. The red and white cooktop is not a piece of art on the wall of a cafe, it stirs the blackness of the soot stains on the wooden walls, blends the light yellow of the polished wood on the wooden stairs with the bright green of the new paint, and is embedded in your life every day. These colors irresistibly cover the places where you live, drape over your grandfathers and fathers, and follow you in your efforts to reach out. Like shadows, they are your innate undertones. Yes, who can resist the colors that fate has randomly dyed at the moment of birth? Fate is more unforgiving in your body as the eldest daughter of colorful depictions: parents laid off, you are academically excellent but not with him into the university, early into the community to work. Then you run around in various self-study examination centers trying to salvage something. You are always in a million times to imagine, if you can be the same on the university, then at this time you are the proud princess, waiting for him to ride a white horse, offering fire red roses. You always resent your own daughter body: "raise your head to look at the list of names, secretly hate the clothes to cover the embroidery."
But you are hard and transparent. You use the natural tenacity of women to resist the erosion of the color of fate and infiltration, in the twists and turns of growth, you have never given up on their dreams, the pursuit of professionalism, will be their own work to point out the sound and color. You with your transparent cleverness in the hardness of the female hidden in the three points of tenderness, three points of sentiment, three points of independence, one point of vulnerability. You can make the unique flavor of an ice cream barbecue no less than the classic mellowness of Blue Mountain Coffee. You use the armor of ice to wrap yourself, in your body can only shallowly refracted traces of color, not like now floating in the prosperity of his chaotic and dirty. Like the wild lilies in the valley, you have a pure and white beauty. However, in front of his office building, in your hesitation, you still show the horse's foot, revealing you as a wildflower unspeakable bumps and sadness.
Xinmei, listen to the song, "wild lilies also have spring" leisurely again, you are not the song of the weak and grieving lily. A branch of the `lily in the mountains, her innocent and solemn place is to be quiet to taste, why do you need to be compared with the peony's nobility, the red rose's splendor? You don't lack effort, you don't lack strength, but you lack the pride and confidence of a wild lily. Seeing you blame his departure tonight on your own poor background and grief, my heart aches for you.
Heart Mae, the night is late, and the mist above the teapot is rising thicker and thicker. We sat opposite each other without saying a word, the heart dense words in the air in the form of water broken into billions of grains rushed to each other. Rising and changing between us, making people more and more dizzy. Just, just, heart Mae, pay the bill, you do not realize that now is already on earth in April, outside the street trees are in the night wind curled up branches, looking forward to tomorrow a tree blossoms? Don't you realize that it's the time when the old streets are bustling with activity? Don't you smell the beautiful barbecue skewers lying on the red charcoal and the aroma is overflowing? Come on, let's go to the old street and get drunk. Then a phone call to his home, woke up his civilized university teacher mom, the majestic director cadre father, told him that you are drunk on the ancient street, let him come out to pick you up and go home.
Wild lilies also have spring prose 4Decadence! You see your image is really too decadent. You looked at me with dissatisfaction and said.
I looked in the mirror, the mirror of my beard slagging, as if a not dutiful worn-out harvester work after the wolf, hair is also long more and more artist temperament. I laughed to myself, look, I like to engage in art?
Hahaha, you do not tarnish the holy art, look at your pale face, eyes can not put any light, how can be like an artist to find the beauty of life?
But no, my eyes are dull, my figure Luangcang. I hardly went out of the house for a whole winter.
It was last winter, before the first snowfall, when my love crisis came. The girl I once thought loved me y and would stay with me for the rest of my life left me. The reason was that she didn't love me anymore. I didn't understand that I had been dumped by someone else who had always been proud of me. Conceited me for a long time to go out of the reality of the confusion, I stayed at home, like a poor wolf lamb hiding in the corner, silently licking wounds.
Go out and take a walk, spring is coming, the air outside is very good. You can't just ask me, but you can also ask me if you want to get out of the house and get out of the house. Since I was a child, you have been talking to me with such tenderness. I raised my head and looked at you seriously, in fact, you are also very good-looking, but due to play with you since childhood, I sometimes ignore the difference between our genders, I take you as my buddy.
I cleaned myself up well and followed you out.
Man, spring is really here. This year's spring came really early. In my memory, yesterday was still the sluggish north wind, full of bleakness. But today, the whole world seems to have awakened and blossomed with the colors of life.
Green, the long-lost color! I want to kiss the grass at my feet just issued tender yellow buds, a barren, cold winter did not block the arrival of lovely life ah. I admire these brave creatures of nature. Hey, from now on, I will be called the brave heart, I secretly happy in my heart. You didn't notice me rejoicing inwardly. You were looking at the fields in the distance.
In the field, the hard-working old farmers with hard-working donkeys working hard, spring, is the season of sowing hope, see this scene, I am a little touched, and thought to myself how much time I wasted?
I kicked a small stone but remembered a sentence: spring I buried you in the ground, the fall I harvested many wives. When I think of this, I can not help but heave a smile. You looked at me in amazement and asked me what I was laughing at. I told you that line. You were a little angry and scolded me for always talking with too much oil. However, you suddenly got happy again, you said you heard my style of speaking, know that the past me back again.
You jumped up excitedly and almost fell down. I rushed to help you, you fell into my arms, suddenly, your face a scarlet. I was shocked, this girl how to pull, usually not like this ah?
Could it be, could it be, that she also likes me? I quickly recall in my heart, recall this girl with my honor and disgrace and ****.
Memories back, I realized, has been with me never leave you so long actually always so concerned about me, always so tolerant of me. But due to a certain distance produces beauty, I ignored the people around me as beautiful and moving!
Hey, I have some bad joke looking at you, you shyly closed your eyes. I held you tightly in my arms ......
Spring is here, my spring is here, our spring is here! Our love is starting to spring.
The small flowers in the field compete for beauty, and the lonely lilies in the valley open quietly, and our love will open as beautifully as they do.