Like to see the fallen leaves fall to the scene on the dead grass, red blades, yellow grass stems, very distinctive beauty, looking at them, will recall the sunset round of the west, slowly falling that kind of some bleak splendor, will recall the stone steps on the wind and candles of the white-haired old man walking hand in hand, calm and peaceful, that a touch of warm, that some some of the touches.
After the first snow and wind of winter, they will disappear on the ground and return to rest in the arms of Mother Earth. Waiting, after a long wait, the first gentle call of the spring breeze will wake up all their children and grandchildren.
Like to see the grass green Jiangnan shore of the bright, depressed winter in their light laughter escaped, how tender a stem of new green Oh, in the cracks in the stone, on the soil, bravely straighten their waist, in the first warmth of the cold winds and rain, inch by inch growth, a little bit of the embankment, the Earth, the earth, the blue sky, light winds under the weaving out of the spring coat of the exhilaration of the people.
Lush grass, step on it, use your hand to gently touch it, as if the baby's skin as delicate, a trace in the palm of the hand slipped through, a number of small life rhythms from the hand to the heart, can not help people not in the heart sighed: such a weak plant but also such a tenacious life, hard to take the lead in responding to the spring winds, attracted the peach and willow, bees and butterflies, the spring is bright and beautiful.
Like to see the grass in the summer, grass in the hot sun caress, all the beauty of life together with the release of the boundless green wilderness, the various colors of the blossoming flowers set off brightly, the blue sky in the field of vision has become low, seems to bend over the waist to condescend to get close to the grass.
The grasses at this time of year are the biggest and softest new beds, tempting us to give our bodies to them with unparalleled comfort, free of anxiety and worries, and to dream a most relaxing dream surrounded by green grass.
With our eyes closed, the aroma of grass clamoring in the sunlight enveloped our sense of smell. How warm and good smell of a fragrance ah, no colorful flowers strong, no brand-name perfume elegant, is the kind of rice ripening fragrance, is the milk of cows and goats in that aroma, is the original fragrance of nature, is the smell of the earth, is the taste of the mother's embrace of their own taste.
Yes, grass, you were originally the main food of cows, horses and sheep, through which you transformed into white milk, tasty meat, warm fur, galloping power, holding up a nation and country.
The sky is pale, the field is vast, the wind blows the grass low to see cattle and sheep. The time is vast, as if to see a generation of hero Genghis Khan, whip whip horse leading thousands of iron horsemen, sweeping across the Eurasian continent, invincible. The first time I saw this is when I was a little girl, and I was a little girl, and I was a little girl, and I was a little girl, and I was a little girl.
Leaving the grass on the original, a year a withered glory. The wildfire can't be eliminated, and the spring breeze will blow again. Flexible grass, what exactly are you? Is our countless humble and weak life, right? We are ordinary grass people, but also can depict the spring, grooming for the earth, weak lives united, but also can change the environment, create the world.
The familiar song in my heart, the gentle and melodious ringing: no flowers / no tree high / I am a small grass that no one knows / never lonely / never worry / you see my partner all over the end of the world ......
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*There is a monotonous yellowish color everywhere in the lonely winter. All around a slump, even the formerly bright and clean river has lost its luster, bleakly hiding under the ice wanly sleepy. There are two mothers and daughters, in the warmth of the sunshine． The mother was brushing her daughter's hair. She gently smoothes her hair． She gently smoothes her hair and gently weaves it into a twisted braid. Her face is full of smiles, as if her heart full of love can never be filled, overflowing to the mouth． Flow to the corner of the eye, weaving into the long... Twisted braid. The sun kissed the long hair, like scattered on the gold dust, glittering with a fluttering light. Daughter good behavior snuggled in the mother's arms, kept saying what, from time to time to tease the mother out of a heartfelt smile, sweet affection melted the winter cold, so that the sluggish winter scenery spinning out of the beauty of spring.
*It snowed in the evening, and then it didn't stop all night. The snowflakes were gentle and fell on a dark, mottled beehive. The bees were slumbering. Inside the delicate hexagonal hive, like secret letters sealed in wax. And like refined pellets of pure gold, treasured by a rich monarch. More valuable than gold, in fact, because bees are living things, alive. Under the sky, their dreams are the sweetest, the purple clouds and rape flowers in the south, and the acacia, jujube, and mountain thorns in the north, a layer of thanks and a layer of open again. But I don't know whether the snow can appear in the prosperous dreamland tonight. If there is a lovely bee quietly woke up in the sound of snow beat, will smell a wisp of fragrance from the sky, holy and magical. Unfortunately no one was lucky enough to recover, the earthly flowers, had worn them out.
*Poverty years, one can also feel certain profound happiness, like I often remember to add a bowl of hot white rice . I often remember adding a bowl of hot white rice, pouring a spoonful of lard and a spoonful of soy sauce on it, sitting in front of the "Todaing" (the stone steps of the hall door) and savoring the aroma of the rice mixed with lard, and every grain of the rice was filled with the aroma of happiness.
The happiness of life does not lie in one's environment, one's status, or the material things one can enjoy, but in how one's mind corresponds to life. Therefore, happiness is not determined by external things. The poor have the happiness of the poor, the rich have their happiness, the dignified and powerful have their happiness, and the lowly have their own happiness. In life, everyone has laughter and tears; in life, everyone has happiness and sorrow, which is the real appearance of the world on earth.
*When love shines through the cold heart like bright sunshine, we will find that the love itself is a wave of vibrating strings, a kind of flower fragrance diffusion, lasting, warm, and extend themselves and others. From one hand to another, from one person to another. This is from the giver of the soul of the warmth wafted out, it awakened the spiritual world of a line of tired footprints, a cold heart, and then, the loved one will be in their own heart like a match with a warmth, to shine another heart, even though it is not a match, but a warmth. The love will then be able to shine a warmth on the other heart like a match in its own heart, even though it is sometimes so weak.
*You if just a drop of water, but you refracted the sun's colorful light, so that the strings see the world's most beautiful colors. How important you are to the children.
No matter how small and humble you are. You are equally capable of writing the fairy tale of life and creating the miracle of life in the world that belongs to you. Perhaps. It is because of you, the world has added a color, you have to be brave when you say: "I am important, I am a landscape."
*Smile. To sing the song of life. Tears, to flow for the sorrow of others; kindness, to send for the kind heart; sympathy, to give the poor poor; care, to warm the widowers and widows of the desolate.
*Death, sickness, injury, injustice ...... these have been around for a long time. And, the drama in their name is being played out in the world all the time. Some sad or indignant stories, which also used to make us weep with sorrow, are soon thrown away; some ugly phenomena. Some ugly phenomenon. We were once filled with righteous indignation, but soon gave way to something else exciting. All these things are only because they happen to others, and are too far away from "my world"; our feelings are then cooled in the air, solidified, and fall! It solidifies and falls! &nbs
1The zigzagging lotus pond above, looking at the field of leaves. Leaves out of the water is very high, like pavilion dancer's skirt. Layers of leaves in the middle, sporadically dotted with some white flowers, there are curly open, there are shyly dozen; as a grain of pearl, like the stars in the blue sky, and as a beauty just out of the bath. Breeze, send a wisp of fragrance, as if the distant high building faint song. At this time the leaves and flowers also have a tremor, like lightning, all of a sudden spread across the lotus pond over there. The leaves are shoulder to shoulder and close together, which is like a condensed blue wave mark. Underneath the leaves is a vein of running water, covered, can not see some color; but the leaves are more to see the style.
Moonlight, like running water, quietly cascades over the leaves and flowers. Thin green mist floated up in the lotus pond. The leaves and flowers seemed as if they had been washed in buttermilk; and like a dream enveloped in a light veil. Although it was a full moon, there was a light layer of clouds in the sky, so that it did not shine aloud; but I thought that this was just the right thing to do - a sound sleep was indispensable, but a nap also had a special flavor. The moonlight was shining through the trees, and the bushes on the heights were covered with mottled black shadows, as ghostly as the cliffs; and the sparse shadows of the curved willows looked like they had been painted on the lotus leaves. The color of the moon in the pond is not even; but the light and shadow have a harmonious melody, such as the famous song played on the Van Shui Ling.
On all sides of the pond, far and near, high and low are trees, and the willow is the most. These trees surrounded the pond; only on the side of the path, there were a few gaps, as if for the moonlight. The color of the trees was always gloomy, and at first glance it looked like a cloud of smoke; but the gracefulness of the willows could be discerned even in the smoke. On the top of the trees is a band of distant mountains, only a little careless. In the cracks of the trees are also leaking one or two points of street light, listless, is thirsty sleeper's eyes. The most lively at this time of year is the sound of cicadas in the trees and frogs in the water; but the lively is theirs, I have nothing.
2I often think of you, my friend.
You are in that distant city, that city that is far away and strange to me, that city that I can't see even from the top of a mountain.
I think of you, my friend.
I was in this distant mountain village, I had released a thousand paper cranes, I had folded ten thousand willows. Though I know that even the wings of a mountain eagle are powerless to reach your city.
Ran, my dream feet, night after night, step on the starlight and moonlight, every day across ten thousand waters and thousands of mountains.
My friend, I will see you again.
But, my friend, I must ask your forgiveness, for I have brought you nothing but warm, strong arms; nothing but the springtime colors of your strange mountains.
3No matter how lowly your life may be, live it face to face, do not hide from it, and do not curse it with evil words. It is not as bad as you are. You are richest when you look the poorest instead. Those who love to find faults are the ones who go to heaven to find them. You must love your life in spite of its poverty. Even in a poorhouse you have moments of pleasure, of joy, of honor. The setting sun reflected on the windows of the poorhouse as brightly as on the windows of a rich house; and in front of the door the snow melted as it does in the early spring. I saw only that a subdued man lived as contentedly and with pleasant thoughts everywhere as in a palace. The poor in towns, I see, on the contrary, often lead the most independent and unruly lives. Perhaps they deserve it because they are great. Most people think that they are above it all, and do not depend on the towns to support them; but in fact they often make use of improper means to cope with life, and they are not above it all, rather than undignified. Treat poverty like a flower in the garden and cultivate it like a saint! Do not trouble yourself by looking for new fashions, either new friends or new clothes. Look for the old and go back there. All things remain the same, it is we who change. Your clothes can be sold, but keep your thoughts.
4 The shimmering light of the morning, fades away from the stars of that day. In the last moments, the stars are still in that far away to tell us that last night's dream, soothe the people who are about to wake up and those who have woken up to face loneliness. The stars tell us what is quiet beauty, what fantasy, what is romantic ......
I am the first to wake up for the stars to say goodbye? I hope it is and I hope it is not, because I long for the stars and quiet conversation, say some moving hidden in the heart of the words, but at the same time who do not long for that delightful soulmate it, and they together to send off the stars,, is not better?
Chen is about to go away, go to that far away from us on the other side of the shore, I and my dear friends together for him to send off, in the sky in the ethereal, in the dreamy thinking ...... There was no sadness in all of us, except that faint sentimentality, for we all knew that there was another world on the other side of the eons.
5To the traveler who is traveling a light like beans
To the wanderer who is wandering in a home greeting
To the person who is disappointed in the journey, a cup of wine to drown his sorrows
To the person who is pursuing the world of teaching, a step of the ladder of climbing
To the person who is coming to the end of the vicissitudes of life, a cozy podium
To the person who is seeking the life of the perplexed, a confided in a tea table
To the person who is seeking the life of the perplexed, a confiding
Giving a newborn calf a battlefield
Giving a stage for the development of those who break into the world
Giving a masculine man the elegance of Bashan's night rain
Giving a feminine lady the supremacy of a lonely boat
Giving a layman the elegance of Yangchunbaixue (white snow)
Giving an elegant man the vulgarity of a layman
Giving a net spreader a thousand pieces of seafood
Giving a net spreader a thousand pieces of seafood
Giving a net spreader a thousand pieces of seafood
Giving a net spreader a thousand pieces of seafood
To the sower of seeds, ten thousand plants
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Once he raised his head, he startled the stars in the sky.
One jug of wine intoxicates the whole world.
If the rolling green waves of the bamboo forest make people relaxed and happy, Jiangnan's shallow water makes people stay and go back and forth, then the face of the Kunlun Mountain Range peaks and peaks, we can only have a shock to describe the majestic
Kunlun, since ancient times, has been attracted to the Buddhist Taoists to build temples and monasteries here, to raise the spirit of cultivating the body, and to spread the scriptures and preach the Word. Here, the forest is deep and ancient, beautiful scenery, every spring and summer, full of green trees, flowers compete, but also a unique charm.
In the world of the chaotic martial arts world, the artisan perfectly captured the beautiful scenery of Kunlun: near dusk, the sun hangs diagonally in the west, undulating like a python like the Kunlun Mountains as a golden yellow coat, surprisingly beautiful. Surrounded by mountains, there is a beautiful lake, wind and sand, ten thousand blue waves like hanging in the sky. The distant snow-capped peaks, the sky stretching freely colorful clouds, swans swept through the lake, the formation of a shadowed reflection in the lake, so that this alpine sacred lake is more clear and lonesome, such as poetry, like a dream, like a dream, such as a virgin bright-eyed Chuchu moving people.
Heart spring Dingdong
Everyone has a clear spring in their heart, washing your soul, moisturizing your life. It is only because of the daily trivialities of life's chaos that obscures her ring of wonderful sound, hazy her clear blue transparency.
At the end of the night, the sky is silent. Whenever this moment, you can remove the heavy mask, remove the fence of the garden of the heart, and truly examine yourself, and in the depths of life, you finally listen to a trace of the leisurely sound of the crunch. This is a poem of truth and beauty. Like sweet rain, like the spring breeze, soft and slow and timeless.
The moon is hidden and the stars are visible, the dew is heavy and the wind is light. Whenever this time, you can face up to the naked conscience, out of the world's box, in the soul of the high place, you finally feel a wave of inevitable rhythms. This is a song of goodness and beauty! Like the white moon, like the autumn sun, indifferent and serene.
Against the wind and against the travel of you, whenever you look back at the bumps and mud behind you, one by one, one by one, a journey and a journey, your heart springs will be open to the surge of ...... finally came to the realization that: life doesn't believe in tears, and failure doesn't mean to stifle success! There is nothing in the world eternal fluke let you forever complacent, what eternal misfortune in the world let you permanently pain?
The splendor of life rejects not mediocrity, but mediocrity! So when you are happy, you should think more about it, as long as you don't betray the beautiful original intention; when you are embarrassed and disillusioned, you should envision more, as long as you don't make up a bitter dream that you won't wake up from!
With the heart of the spring to extinguish the fire of jealousy, with the heart of the spring to wash out the dust of vanity, life will gain infinite ease. The fluttering and whispering of the heart spring tells you clearly: the human heart is not as sinister as you think, and life is not as bleak and heavy as you make it out to be!
Far away from the vile tilting, avoid the world of strife, close to the heart of Dingdong spring, listening to the heart of the spring Dingdong ......
Revisit a dash of beautiful mood; soothe a tired heart; look back to a section of the lane cool life.
Listening to the fountain of the heart, so that the thoughts towards profound purity; listening to the fountain of the heart, so that life is more and more rich and vivid.
You are so small that people can't look at you. But whenever you see you from the cracks in the wall, rubble, roof, and even hard stone cracks drilled out, you can not help but for your tenacity of life by the eyes, issued a heartfelt admiration.
You are a representative of the tenacity of green plants, in front of the test of nature, you always maintain the unyielding posture of the strong. Whether fire, flooding, frost, drought, have not made you the slightest bit of submission.
Special admiration is: you do not choose the environment of the advantages and disadvantages, consistently, indomitable, tenacious growth. In that hot desert, you can always see your unyielding figure, or a plant, or a bush, even if the water there is expensive as oil, you are always strong downward development, slender roots into the ground until you find a precious water source. The vitality of weeds can be said to be strong! The will of the weeds is even stronger! In the snow-covered snowy mountains, you are also tenacious growth, facing the biting wind, resistance to extreme cold. When the spring wind to the snow water murmuring blowing down the mountain, you have sprouted a few young green shoots.
You are so week after week, indomitable growth. Although you don't have the elegance of a pine, the elegance of a willow, the splendor of a peach or a plum, or the fragrance of an orchid, you are full of nature's vitality, and you have taken deep root in my heart!
I praise the grass, I want to praise those with a strong will!
Half of a yellow leaf falls, and I hear a hint of life withering away. Yes, the geese are flying south again, there are only dead branches left on the trees, the springs are drying up, and the coldness is creeping in, all of which tell me that winter is here.
In my opinion, winter is the most unromantic season, especially the southern winter, it can not see the north of the silver, ice and snow; also can not see the west of the miles of desert, quiet. The winter in the south is always just a color of depression. The day is very cold and very cold, but without a trace of moisture, soaked into the bone marrow of the cold as if to all the warmth of the body are drawn away, leaving only as dry flotsam like diffuse cold in the chest and lungs stuffed in a ball. In such a season, people's thinking will be frozen, the end of the emotion, romance will be thrown out of the sky in a flash. In such a situation, it is difficult to bring up a trace of good mood, even if there is an occasional desire, will soon be thrown into the corner of the memory.
Standing outdoors, gently hush a breath, a white mist wrapped in a warm curl up in the air, stretching in mid-air, dense, and then merged into the dry cold air. Just ignited a little hope has been dashed, disappeared quietly and calmly, as if there has never been, but also trance had this end of a special moist. Small Shu grows into a big tree, in the winter will become an old tree, the old tree branches intertwined, only a few sparse leaves embellished with traces of life. The bark of the tree is slightly charred, as if roasted on the fire for a long time, suffering from the loss of the spirit, half-curled as if at any time will fall to the ground.
Summer flowers and leaves of the lotus pond, this time there are only roots of the dead tube, a piece of the residual leaves. The color of the water has long since disappeared. Cold wind gently shaking, withered and amused leaves, as if quietly talking about the beauty of the past, but also as if gently secretly weeping with the present decline. If then a cold rain, more catalyze the fall of flowers, but in line with the Li Yishan left the remnants of the lotus to listen to the sound of the rain of the state of mind.
Southern mountains have always been less tall and majestic than the north, to the winter more lost the previous Run Lang, which left a slightly gray figure quietly towering over the world. Silently guarded a silence. If in the north, to a snow, the mountains covered with a layer of pale white, that there is a majestic good picture, the towering man among the breeding of new hope. Unfortunately, there is no snow in the south, such as the mound half of the scattered hills scattered dotted in the vast Jianghan Plain, the mountains will only be left with the shadow of the pine and cypress, but the green are as with a layer of frost, green in the hidden greenish gray. The company's business is a very important part of the company's business, and the company's business is a very important part of the company's business.
Standing at the riverside, it was found that the former rift valley is now only a narrow gray chain, in the past, the waves beat thousands of stones on the river is now the waves do not rise. The river seems to be frozen, even the flow of east injection seems to be stopped, everything is now a dead silence.
Yes, winter in the south can only be described as dead silence, not a trace of life movement. The only thing that exists between the world and the sky is a single gray cloud. This kind of depressed atmosphere filled with everything, little by little drained the vitality of their lives.
Being here, I can only send my feelings in front of the window, sending a petal of heart, hoping that there will be a hint of new green breakthroughs, sending the hope of spring.
Early winter moon
Autumn is still strong, suddenly came to the early winter, the moon also with the autumn temperature, into the winter night sky. In the night, the black mountain peaks scattered and listed, the end of the field of vision, a ridge across the sky to catch the evening sun; dimming the afterglow side, the silhouette of the mountain such as a light ink painting, near the outline of the mountain is like a thick ink paint out of the same; the southwest exit direction of the hillside, the mountain quickly open, rolling peaks, like a black wave, majestic in the melting moonlight; moonlight over the mountain slopes and nearby mountains and rivers moonlight is charming, give people this month is designed for The moonlight is so beautiful that it gives people a sense of beauty that the moon is exclusively for this place. This moonlight mountain color is too beautiful! Looking at the bright moon, seems to forget their own existence, only a wisp of beautiful emotions, feathered in this moonlight.
Wandering alone in the moonlight, the daytime must be thinking about the worry and even worry about, at this moment all forgotten, and the daytime have no time to care about or even long forgotten, some will be clear to think about. Such beautiful moonlight will make the deepest treasures of the heart bloom, and even the pain will become beautiful. But more than anything else, the moonlight makes me think about nothing, relax physically and mentally, and my breathing becomes slight and even, imperceptible. I am like a fish that swims into the clear water to "steal the clear", floating in the moonlight, sucking the moonlight, drawing the clear light, or mooring or wandering, like a drunken man.
The orange moon, the orange light, the orange light floating hanging gently frost. Clear emptiness of the night sky, I seem to feel the flow of moonlight, feel the rhythm of the moonlight, Ying realized that the human emotions and moonlight fluctuations of the interdependence of the melting; in this soft and beautiful moonlight, as long as one stares at an emotion, as if one can hear the low and beautiful "Liang Zhu" song, see the floating as a dream of the "Swan Lake"...... is not the birth of these works also experienced the conception of the moonlight, but also the creation of the moonlight. The birth of these works has also experienced the moonlight breeding, the author's inspiration has also been nourished and watered by the moonlight? Otherwise, how could these beautiful things be restored in this moonlight?
The mountains pillowed each other, snuggled up, prostrate in the hazy moonlight sleep peacefully. I didn't realize that the mountains that I had seen over and over again during the day, recreated by the moonlight, were like a fairyland. The trees on the mountain were crowded and embraced, and entered the dreamland. Pine trees and other trees, high, hovering canopy, such as umbrellas, such as clouds, such as flotsam, like a ghostly ink painting in the night. The mountains are breathing, the trees are breathing, the air is breathing, the night is breathing ...... At this moment, gaze, can see the end of the world; at this moment, listen, can hear the cape. Listeners and watchers, not ears and not eyes, is the heart, is the help of the moonlit night also.
The moonlight is like an orange and indifferent liquid, the mountains and rivers scenery immersed in the color of the moon, heavenly peace. Alone in the moonlight, calm and peaceful mind, in the acceptance of the moonlight wise scrutiny, life is a moment, life is beautiful, the human mind should also be beautiful, what we do should be worthy of this beautiful world, worthy of this beautiful moonlight; beautiful mind in order to illuminate into the beautiful moonlight, the beautiful heart of the people, only dare to face this beautiful moonlight alone quietly and soul peace.
Thanks to life thanks to the gift of nature, my life boat banished the noise, pollution and congestion, moored into this pool of moonlight, encountered this bright as a dream landscape. Enchanted in the moonlight and heavenly music, I even forgot when I was how to enter the moonlight, and did not think to get out of the moonlight, out of this quiet and pleasant dream.
In the long river of time, we only have a ray of moonlight belonging to ourselves, a little bit not cherish, will go to the day of suffering, everything into a waste of time. Do not see, this moon party from ancient times, through the vicissitudes of life, through the rise and fall, send a thousand years of flow, see flowers blossom and fall ...... king moon, frosty morning moon, Guanshan moon, red ray moon, all gone! The mountains and rivers are silent and silent, and they are sound asleep; people do not cherish the moon and the moon is bright, how should we grasp this ray of moonlight? The early winter moon hangs high and silent, juanran like a wash.
Baimahu winter
In the past forty years of my career, the winter people taste the most profound to be counted ten years ago when the first moved to the Hou, ten years, Baimahu has become a small village, when I moved to the Hou, or a piece of wilderness, Chunhui Middle School's new building stands in the lake on that side of the Lake, the lake on the side of the foothills are a small number of new flat houses, living in me and Liu Junxin! As the two families. In addition, there is no one within two or three miles. The family in November of the lunar calendar, the next day from the lively Hangzhou moved to this desolate mountains, as if plunged into the polar belt.
The wind there, almost every day, whistling, as if the tiger roars, although the building system is newly constructed, the construction is extremely rough, the wind from the door and window gaps, exceptionally sharp, the door and window gaps thick with paper, citron seam but still have to penetrate,, I scraped the formidable time, the day before the night will be the door closed, the whole family ate a night meal that is slept into the quilt, listening to the cold wind of the forgiveness of the number of the lake's water surges. The small back of the mountain Xuan, is considered my study, in the whole house is the least wind in a room, I often pull the head of the borscht hat low in the foreign lamp work late into the night. Pine waves such as roar, frost moon when the window, hungry mice squeaking in the dust run, I in this kind of time, I feel y depressed poetic interest, often alone scratching the ashes of the stove, refused to go to sleep, the self to the landscape painting of the characters, for all sorts of faraway reverie.
Now the White Horse Lake to the outside are the whole, from the mountain straight to the downhill until the end of the light. In the sun is good, as long as the wind is not blowing, it is really warm and not like winter. The family is sitting in the courtroom exposure to the sun, and even to eat lunch outside the house, like the summer dinner, sunlight to there on the chairs and stools moved there, suddenly the cold wind came, had to flee like each with chairs and stools to escape into the room, hastily close the door, in normal days, the wind is probably in the afternoon about the time of evening, the middle of the night that is, as for the big wind chill, that is the whole day and night roar to the end of the two or three days. The coldest days, the mud looks as white as the Watergate River, the mountains are frozen purple and dull, the lake wave pan dark blue.
Snow is my fear of the original not hate, snow days, indoor exceptionally bright at night almost no lamps, the distant mountain snow, enough for me to watch half a month, raise your head can be seen from the window. But in the end is the south, every winter snow but one or two times, where I daily appreciate the flavor of winter, almost all from the wind. White Horse Lake so windy, can be said to have a geographical reason, where the original lake are mountains, and the north head is a half-mile wide gap, so only intentionally open the mouth of the bag to welcome the wind to the appearance of the lake's landscape, and the ordinary landscape is not far from the only wind is different from the rest of the world. The wind is more and more big, anyone who has been there knows. The wind is an important factor in the feeling of winter since ancient times, and the wind at Lake Baima is especially special.
Now, a family of taxpayers living in Shanghai for many days, occasionally in the dead of night when you hear the sound of the wind, we have to mention the White Horse Lake, said "I do not know how the White Horse Lake tonight and how powerful miles!
Early winter sunbathing feeling
Leaving the former residence for a month or two, once back, sitting at the desk under the south window, the first feeling of difference, is a small half of the desk of the sunlight. It turns out that summer has gone, fall is the end of the early winter, the window of the sun has been with the points of the south tilt.
Leaning my chair against the window edge, I sat with my back to the window and read, and the sunlight enveloped my upper body. Instead of annoying me as it did a month or two ago, it made me feel warm and comfortable. The sun, the mother of all life, seemed to be pouring into my body a kind of milk that dispels disease and raises the dead by its rays.
I thought to myself, "I am amazed at my own feelings, why have they changed so suddenly? The evil of the day has become the joy of today; the abandonment of the day has become the desire of today; the hatred of the day has become the favor of today. I opened my eyes and saw the fan which was abandoned on the high pavilion, and I was shocked again. The joy of the day before yesterday has become the evil of today; the request of the day before yesterday has become the abandonment of today; the enmity of the day before yesterday has become the enmity of today. Suddenly, I laughed to myself: "summer is fearful, winter is lovely", and "fan abandonment", is a famous saying of ancient times, Mrs. all know, and why be surprised? So my reason yielded. But my feelings still do not yield, think that when this hot and cold change in the account of the period, there is a different feeling, enough to make me surprised. It was as if the sun had set and it were not yet dark in the evening: we could still feel the day, and at the same time the night. It is like the time of embarkation, when one foot is in the boat, and the other on the shore: we can feel the land, and at the same time the water. In the night we all know that there is day, and in the boat we all know that there is land, but we only "know" it, not "feel" it. I was covered by the early winter sunlight under the south window for a long time, and my body was sweating, gradually wetting my shirt. At that time, the "real sense" of bathing in the sun and the "real sense" of waving a fan were mixed in my body, which is a surprising experience, isn't it?
So I simply threw away my books and lay down in a wicker chair in the corner, and looked around the room with this mixed sense of reality, and felt that many things had changed greatly. Some things have changed for the better: like this room, which in summer was often too small, with all the windows and doors open, but not enough, almost wanting to tear down the walls to make it better. But now it is suddenly large, very large! Soon it will be partitioned off with a screen. And the kettle on the table, which had been banished by the tea-pot to the corner of the cupboard, now stood like a monument. Quilts used to be in the sun in the ambrosia, we hate it both stupid and thick, now spread in the bed, suddenly make people pleasing to the eye, the appearance of thin up. The sofa and chairs were once wanted to be sold, but now fortunately no one buys them. Once I wanted to take off the leather robe for the black cat, but now I envy it. On the contrary, there are things that have become bad: like the wind, which men used to say, "Good riddance!" when they met it. and welcomed it in. Now it is gradually rejecting it, and soon it will be guarded against entering the house like a thief. Another example is the bamboo couch, which used to be treasured by all people, and was very honorable for a while. Now it is unloved, withered and lifeless. On the wall is a picture of a soft drink advertisement. In the corner is a large bottle of soda, and a glass cup overflowing with white foam, and underneath is a picture of a seawater bath. In the past, when I saw the picture of a soda, my mouth was watering, and when I saw the picture of a seawater bath, I wanted to be the person in the picture, but now this picture almost made me shiver. The nude foreigner is sitting on the small bookshelf in the window, and I used to think that it was too artistic, but now I look at it and feel sorry for it. The plaster model of the famous Greek statue, with her skirt down to her thighs, stood alone on an empty flower-pot shelf. I saw her face in the summer with a smile, but these days it suddenly looks like a frown, as if lamenting the loss of her arms, unable to pull up her skirt to protect her from the cold.
Actually, things have changed in appearance. It's my own feelings that have gone rogue. How can a feeling rebel? It is nature that teaches it. Nature's command is so serious: you can't help but love the wind in summer, and you can't help but love the sun in winter. And how funny are nature's commands: in summer you must praise what winter curses, and in winter you must curse what summer praises!
There is winter and summer in life. In childhood, it is like summer and in adulthood, it is like winter; or in youth, it is like summer and in old age, it is like winter. In the winter and summer of life, nature also often teaches the feeling of rebellion, and its orders have this serious, and this funny.