Hutting down by a vast lake, the fine vapor came knocking at the door as if it were a familiar guest.
The refreshing wetness washed my dry eyes and lungs, and seemed to flow in a tangled stream within me, just like the gurgling springs surrounding the silent mountains. I will not be able to help but sing the songs of my childhood, leisurely enjoy the sunrise and sunset, watching the waterfowl fly, the clouds roll.
Prepare straw raincoats and hats for the rainy season that will come. Don't you think, we can go fishing together? Find a piece of clean grass, sit down on your knees in the shade of a tree, fish a lake, fish a pure time, fish a scaly imagination, until you also fish into the scenery, or, fish into a line of poetry recited by others.
Or, with those innocent flowers as neighbors, so that you can watch how the butterflies spread out the wings, appreciate how the bees play a happy sound.
When the colors jumped into my vision, when the charming aroma stained my nostrils, I feel that you are right beside me, not far from me, about only a turn away.
At this time ah, I will be like a greedy child into the ice cream store, in your smile of tolerance, clutching every temptation in front of me, randomly picking up every touch of splendor I want, and then, all together packaged, even if you take it back to the storage, but also do not want to be committed to the moment.
That is you more than seven colors, from time to time to dress up my dreams; that is you pleased with the fragrance or elegant fragrance, time and time again smoked through the lapels of the flow of light and I rubbed shoulders.
But for some reason, I still think of the winter, and the crystalline snowflakes.
I think, if the piece of luscious put on the pink petals, must have a unique charm, the oil color must be like the spirit of the little girl's red lips as delicate, so that people have the impulse to kiss.
Oh, I remember, in the spring after the last snow, I planted a red bean general acacia. I peeled back the frozen soil in a corner of my heartland, muffled out what should have been the right temperature, and then gently covered up a seed of divine yearning.
Now, that strong love has long issued sturdy germs, is growing into a romantic and heartfelt touch.
Prose of summer ramblings 2
The weather this year is unpredictable, to the time of spring, still do not feel a hint of spring information, only to feel the wind and rain cold, I am afraid of the cold, the main reason may be because of my rheumatism, others over the spring, I am still a winter clothes, lest wear thin and cause the body of the onset of the re-occurrence of the disease. Look to the early summer, the street, some of the beautiful women hurriedly change down the spring clothes, a time, bright and colorful dresses in the streets and alleys show.
This year's summer clothes are more colorful than in previous years, the kind of gorgeous chrysanthemum yellow, delicate pink, bright emerald green, it can be said: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, seven-color colorful world, everywhere is the love of beauty of the woman, for the clothing, a hundred women, there are a hundred women feel their closet is always less than one of their favorite dresses, whenever the change of the season, it always feels like there is no clothes to wear! Whenever there is a change of season, it is always felt that there are no clothes to wear. It is no wonder that in today's increasingly improved material life, dressing has long been not to wear but to wear, but for the sake of beauty, for the sake of fashion, in order to give themselves a self-confidence. Whenever this time, I think of the childhood, for the birth of me in difficult times, the family life has been very poor, I wear the clothes are mostly small sister to wear before I let me wear, but that will not feel the clothes bad, wear sister to wear small clothes, I am always very happy, washed clean clothes seem to have a sister that kind of warm body odor. My second sister is very beautiful, but also very beautiful, she was sixteen years old to join the work into the factory, is a very common clothes to wear in her body, but also can wear a different flavor, and, my second sister then the turnover rate is very high. Because of this, I put on the clothes given by the second sister, naturally also have a few points of self-confidence, perhaps, the love of beauty is from that time onwards.
If spring is the beginning of hope, then the summer is the reproduction of passion, summer to the love of beauty of the woman set up a gorgeous stage, change out of the bloated winter clothes, take off the heavy spring clothes, a light and fluttering dress, so that the women look like heaven, beautiful and elegant. At this time suddenly recalled Annie novels often appear in the image of the heroine: long black hair, flat straight flow sea, pure white cotton blouse, plain printed skirt, a pair of red embroidered shoes, low-key simplicity permeated with a kind of noble. No wonder this year's popular clothing is retro class, the original is justified. Looking at the smiling women at the mall, you will feel that the world is really beautiful. I also like to wear dresses, just because of physical reasons, no opportunity to wear, but my closet is always hanging my favorite kinds of dresses, even if not wear, look at them, I also enjoy, love of beauty is a woman's nature, who said it is not, is a woman to make the world vibrant, is a woman to make the world wonderful, is a woman so that human beings to be born.
Whenever the night falls, the night life is really opened the curtain, the square on East Street came a burst of beautiful singing, stepped on the song, into the square dance in the crowd. To say that will dance has been many years, twenty years ago, the son is still small, there is no place to dance in the county, my husband took me, we went seven miles away from the mine to dance. There is a union ballroom, when we are very young, especially like to dance, but the child is still small, for many years will no longer go to dance, and now the children have grown up, we have enough free time, the square dancing is mostly middle-aged and old people, looking at them with elegant steps, with the joyful music dance, this is a picture of how soft ah, joyful music is soft, people's The music is soft, people's faces are soft, light dance is soft, you will feel a kind of passion in the body and mind rippling, you can not help but into the dance crowd.
Summer, is beautiful ......
Summer, is intoxicating ......
Summer's ramblings, is true... ...
Prose of summer ramblings 3Summer night, stepping on the moonlight strolling in the boulevard, the pleasant evening breeze caressing the face, cool and cozy, one can not help but be distracted. The distant melodious music overflows with the romance of the night. Dappled willow swaying phantom-like ambiguous colors. The leisurely footsteps slowly away from the center of the noise, stepped into the open countryside, surrounded by silence like water, occasionally encountered a pair of lovers holding hands and passed, that kind of intimacy, enviable.
In this case, I looked up at the night sky, and asked a thousand times in my heart: why not us?
Memories, you and I met in the late fall of that lonely sadness, you come in style. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes.
You brought me the joy of silence for a long time, turned the colorful page of my life. At that moment, the flower of love has quietly opened in the depths of the red dust, located in the peak of life emotion. You such as a round of Ran bright moon, quiet and bright, such as the moonlight of China sprinkled every corner of my heart. Lonely soul can no longer see traces of sadness, I walked on the rose paved avenue, colorful flowers intoxicated my dreams of this life.
Love, is the world never die of the sun, blossomed a thousand sunsets, you warmed my heart with deep love, so that I wavered confused emotions finally found a harbor. Your calm and peaceful embrace makes me forget the direction of return.
I'm used to having your goodness. I am familiar with your fresh flavor. I am no longer sadly lonely song, have your journey, happy life began to sail. Hanging on to each other, thinking of each other, the real emotions in life emanating a curling fragrance, dribs and drabs, wisps are turned into fingertips of the text, spilling the pen, splash of ink into the line.
A song of sadness at the fence, looking at the broken lonely road.
How many times have I seen the light of the lamp in the dew, the morning sun is white, frowning not to eliminate empty sigh.
Thinking of you is like a full moon, your heart has a thousand knots, a song of tenderness to tell the meaning of endless love.
The year is like water. In a snap of the fingers, we have stepped on the winter snow, from the spring diffusion of flowers through, ushered in today's summer sun, in this green into the line of cool summer, fantasy with you hand in hand, strolling in such a quiet and hazy night, counting the stars, *** appreciate the moon like practice.
The road with you is spreading silently in the world.
The sound of the summer wind caressing the branches and leaves, still in the ears of the gentle rustle, much like your deep call, you quasi-heard me murmuring whisper? If we have never met, I will not understand, there is such a you in this world - let a person recall, let my heart intoxicated. If life has never met, I will not believe that there is a person can never tire of seeing, there is a kind of people can fall in love at first sight!
Let's hold each other's hands tight! Just like this plant relative to look at the willow, in the summer night to enjoy the light song waving, will love deep injection full of roots, tightly connected!
You have made me grow. In your wide, warm arms, in your eager and attentive gaze, I can hear the sound of plucking, like hearing the frequency of my own heartbeat. I feel my bones lengthening a little and becoming more elastic.
You show undoubted sincerity with brilliant sunshine, and quench the breath that is about to ignite in the shouting throat with pattering rain. Under the unchanging caress of your hands, my body and emotions are melting as fast as a piece of chocolate ice-cream, and letting out a cozy moan.
It was your pleasure to do so, and you always filled the glass emptied in winter with a thin stream, giving a splendid surprise to those on the verge of a withering fate.
O these are thy unselfish gifts! --I inadvertently realized that I was holding a crystalline teardrop in my hand.
Prose for Summer Ramblings 5When hearing the willow flute that comes faintly, sucking in the notes that shimmer in the `air' brushed by the breeze, I can't help but want to sing softly to the beat that jumps in my heart.
I only want to sing to myself, only want to sing to the ageless you.
I know, I'm not quite a singer, but I like to touch you with my voice. I try to make my voice sweeter and softer, and then sweeter and softer, even if you use it to polish the nail polish made of anemones, I will feel honored. As long as my song adds color to you, I am intoxicated and I rejoice without warning.
I imagined my song lingering in your ears, like a wisp of unconscious wind, ruffling your hair as much as it ruffled your graceful sentiments. Only at this moment am I considered intimately close to you.
I dreamed of a boat picking lotus from the depths of the lotus leisurely rowed over, on the top curls a slender figure, a face of charm, a plain skirt, and, that is, that is like a clear wave rippling open the voice of the song.
Is that the A-mei after the song with A-go? That clear and unassuming singing is so gentle, so melodious, singing the sky is more blue, the clouds are more white, the lake and the mountains are a brittle and tender.
I just want to listen quietly, listen to your song like a warm hand to reach over, combing my hairy side of the thoughts, gently caressing my mood began to wrinkle, and then, to help me in the mist generally diffuse up in the twilight, light a welcome evening wind swaying red gauze lamp ......
I have been unable to send a voice, your soft
Prose of summer ramblings7Walking in the world of reinforced concrete, even if the head is the bright sun, the invisible depression and boredom is difficult to dissipate. Although I live in my hometown, a small city, I still feel a sense of nostalgia from time to time.
I don't know where this inexplicable nostalgia comes from, I only know that it will sometimes be like a cup of pungent spirits, choking my thinking, like stranding a cruise boat; I don't know how long this nostalgia to stay in the end, I only know that it will sometimes be like a mess of weeds, entangled in my longing, like blocking a bulging river.
Yes, if only in the room, even if it is louder laughter, but still will be no expression of the four walls of the bum bumper back, not as in your lush fields, to be cheerful, to be hearty, to be refreshed ......
If you let me take a break, I would like to choose the sea, and choose the sea-related The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
I want to lie on the golden sandy beach, like lying peacefully on a comfortable bed, accept your gentle touch in general, accept the blue kiss of the sea breeze.
The snow-white waves lapping at the shore are like a hypnotic chorus. I will be in this rhythmic simple music, like a contented baby, guarding the sea shells picked up after the ebb tide, slowly close their eyes.
Brilliant sunlight will slowly shine in from the shadow of the coconut trees, coloring my skin with a layer of bronze, as if embracing after leaving a mark of remembrance; fluttering seagulls will be skimming from the sea, adding a trill to the idle mood, as if interpreting the landscape of the heart.
Red and green swimsuits carrying red and green laughter in the red and green playful, refreshing picture lined with refreshing background in the refreshing on the screen. At this time, I will travel to the place where the sea and the sky meet, like a ship sailing away from the quiet harbor, the crossing of the sea as an ode to the magnificence of the vastness of the sea.
I would like to meet my friends in the boundless prairie, in the "wind blowing grass low see cattle and sheep" in the mood to reminisce about friendship.
It is best to pick a sunny morning, ride on horseback together, and follow the footsteps of those who play the bow and shoot the eagle, to find a strong posture, to chase the strong wind.
We drink a bowl of mellow milk wine in the shepherd's white yurt, and then sing those rough and ancient tunes, whip and horse, all the way to see the lush grass fly like swept behind, until the voice is hoarse, until the end of the day ......
In fact, my memory often surfaces in the long wind Wanli, The eagle strikes the sky, just like your sky is also often dazzling lightning and rumbling thunder. I know, that is my occasional stirring state of mind, just as you will not do the Jianghu.
Prose of summer ramblings 8Perhaps, under the summer sun, looking at the summer flowers brilliant, looking at the turquoise spread over the earth, looking at the birds soaring in the sky, looking at the stars flashing in the sky, each star contains a story, each star, are buried in a section of the mood, and so, the heart also bred a lot of thoughts. Like layers and layers of clouds, like strands of thread, always want to organize, but found, write a lot of rambling. Let this rambling as a whisper, gentle as the breeze after the rain, slightly drunk and cool, for this hot summer blowing a wisp of coolness!
After a night, lightning and thunder, the heat subsided a lot. In early August, the heat of the scorching baked people can not stand, most of the air-conditioned room to avoid the heat.
The heart is also clear, a lot of care, are unable to grasp. It turns out that many things, many people, in the abandonment of the pain in the heart, and then formed a hard scab, armed with their own weakness. Everything is in the smile between hiding, hiding up their own once, hiding up their own aggression.
I heard someone say, now feel the network, QQ, WeChat, false much, in fact, I have long found many people shielded me, some are classmates, some are colleagues, and some is a one-sided relationship, however, when I hesitate to shield this person as he is, the deepest part of my heart is always screaming: do you feel sad, you have to let the sadness pass on? Yes! I can not let others do the best, but, their own constraints on themselves should be necessary. If I am unhappy, I cannot force this unhappiness on others. In this world, there is still a lot of good. I hope, know me, cherish me, love me, care for me, can see and hear me smile like a summer flower, words like the spring breeze as soft and warm.
Some people say to me: decades of unseen classmates make him feel false, and feel that the reunion between classmates is like showing off again. I also know that I generally do not go to such a party, but also for fear of breaking my innocent nostalgia. Not because of anything else, just think many years, a lot of things, thoughts are different. Think, not as good as to rely on their favorite people around better. That is to say, one's own favorite, like oneself, no need to explain, can be understood. And don't have to try to play the once-self for those familiar strangers. My beautiful do not have to render, do not have to be placed in a conspicuous place clearly marked, such as if you understand me, why need to let me try to open the screen? If you know me, why should I try my best to show off? So, classmates are not exactly hypocritical. Rather, they have been strangers for a long time, only relying on a little childhood memories hooked up, of course, seems to be a lot of thin. People and you *** with a few years or more than ten years of light, and so many hours and others spent, if the depth of feeling, you think you can get together with others every day, every day to face to the real? With that little weak emotion tethered to him, with the innocence of childhood to impress him, as if all seem fragile. However, you in their own years with the side of good friends, without too much explanation, as long as a look, as long as a sentence, can easily be understood. Friends even in criticizing you, accusing you, you feel sweet, because friends do not exist a little selfishness, friends are always your most intimate warmth.
In fact, none of us can do to let go, who cares about other people's eyes, other people's good or bad. I used to be especially concerned about others on my good or bad, but also for the likes and dislikes of others. Now, I feel that I have friends, I am happy, no friends, I play by myself, but also happy.
In fact, I also understand that I am also self-deceived. It's not that I don't want to, I just can't get it, then I don't want to, and try to make myself, and the people around me, happy. I try to make myself warm, so that people who pass me can feel happy. Smile in front of the hurt, even if crying also hide in the dark night. How can I exchange warmth if I am not bright? How can I render laughter if I am not happy? Be good to yourself, the rest, do not have to spend too much of your mind.
Evening, I accidentally saw a dating program called (Queen and Beast). All of them are wearing masks, and then get along for many days, by the queen or the prince to delete the person who does not like, when the moment of decision, the "beast" will take off the mask, revealing their real face. Thus, a handsome and beautiful face is revealed, making the queen regret her choice. It's like opening Pandora's box, hoping to find the perfect lover, but found that all the perfect does not exist.
So, I was in deep thought. Do we care about our inner beauty? Or do you care about the external appearance? Just like those online love, never met the man and woman, in the network, with words to express the inner beauty. Let the inner perfection attract another inner. Thus, a heart-to-heart dialog arises, and thus, love is as wonderful as poetry between words. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
However, it seems that these can only survive in the void, is not able to see the light. Once the hard pull into reality, began to pay attention to the external appearance, pay attention to the so-called talk and behind the family. We are a species living in reality and experiencing the wash of reality. The intersection of nothingness is always a perfect construction. Every heart is a wish for perfection. So, when the heart and mind start talking, the internet becomes the best cover. It turns out that the soul after removing the shell is the most attractive charm. Only that none of us can resist the reality, and all of us go against the heart towards the prison woven by the society. Because the world built inside cannot survive in reality. We carry too many responsibilities and burdens. Don't be too critical of the hypocrisy of others, life has honed our ego and made us hide the truth that we care about the most. We don't survive for ourselves, and we have to carry heavy burdens. If, indeed, we don't care, we only pursue our inner thoughts, and the difficult road ahead becomes inevitable.
So, many people fall in love with the network of nothingness, love the dark night of the heart and mind of the conversation. But all clearly understand: when the dawn spread over the earth, when the sleep woke up, have to pick up the bag, do the most secular and most fatigue running, they gave these laborious running a perfect name, called: "struggle for the cause!" Thus, the so-called cause of the heart becomes a cry in the mouth. So, the network was once a good thing they left behind, into disdain, into the luxury, into the night after the fall of the dream.
When blindfolded outside, read the heart and what good? The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at what you're doing, and you'll be able to see it. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal on a new product or service. So, shouted: "back to reality, do the most authentic self!"
At night, while doing the stars, accompanied by jellyfish, watched the jellyfish gradually weakened. Watching it on the transparent as crystal legs fall off. And then two, and then no longer hold on. I woke up the next morning to find the jellyfish dead, its crystal legs scattered around. Once glistening and translucent light body dark and dark, no longer alive when the lovely tender.
A lot of things, a lot of people, a lot of things, know that can not be retained, but still stupid to insist, that insisted on, you can get a temporary eternity. Even if the heart again favorite, but also can not stay the cycle of life and the laws of nature.
I know I love it, but I can't keep it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The only thing is, I should have gotten used to these rules, and I should have understood them. Thinking that breaking the original law, in exchange for their own selfish favorite, is the best for others, do not know, for the jellyfish, the sea is its home, although dangerous, but free, free life is not allowed to be confined.
I have tried to retain the jellyfish more days. So I ran to the flower and bird market to ask, the answer is: people professional can not live, I do not waste my efforts. So I still refused to recognize the words of the professionals, still buy sea salt, self-mixed seawater, and then put the jellyfish, and then watched the jellyfish dying, and finally left. This is what I thought was the best way to stay. It seems to be warm like water, but it is a merciless knife, the process that drives the jellyfish to its ultimate death.
The most beautiful, favorite, most care, but can not, should not be retained, or look at its weakening and can not do anything about it, the heart of the sadness is beyond comparison.
Those tiny lives will still touch the softness of the hearts of all people. They use the beauty of the small pieces to impress every heart that sees it. Only, this beauty is too fragile, like porcelain general fragile, in the most unintentional, broken without trace. So, the so-called care, into the destruction. So, do not have, watch from afar, but will be able to carve the beautiful heart.
The sky in August, after the storm washing, the heat is swept away, cool wind blowing, the sky is also a blue. In the evening, leisure at home, inadvertently, looking up at the window to the sky, the color of the sky is gorgeous and beautiful. The sky and the earth became colorful and rich with the sunlight and the clouds rolling in. The beauty of the sky always impresses me the most.
The changing clouds are like a beautiful legend. Always in the most unintentional, write the most moving story. If you look at that cloud well, you will fall into the world of clouds - like a fairy, like a dream, like a fantasy. Just like the splendid dreams of childhood! Unwilling to wake up! However, just between my writing, beautiful, quickly disappeared trace, originally, all too beautiful, are fugitive, cherish the present, nostalgic once, for the beauty of the frame a permanent picture. Inadvertently, look up at the sky, the color of the sky is gorgeous and beautiful. The clouds rolled in, and the sky and earth became colorful and rich.
The beauty of the sky always touches my heart the most. The changing clouds are like a beautiful legend. Always in the most unintentional, write the most moving story. If you take a good look at the clouds, you will fall into the world of the clouds - like a fairy, like a dream, like a fantasy. Just like the splendid dreams of childhood! Unwilling to wake up! However, in my writing, the beautiful, quickly disappeared trace, originally, all too beautiful, are fugitive, cherish the present, nostalgic once, for the beauty of the frame a permanent picture.
Recently, I am addicted to love drama. I also like to listen to songs about love in the quiet moments. In the sadistic twists and turns of love sigh sigh sigh. Perhaps, really only separation is the theme of love, only sad crying to show the charm of love. Take the "flowers and bones", white painting back to support the responsibility of justice, doomed to spend the life of a thousand bones to interpret the poignant and decisive love. This love is too heavy, need to go through the trials and tribulations to become the fruit. In order to master, thousand bones exhausted blood and tears in order to get the silk love, really is in the endless pain between honing love, this love can only appear in the plot, or else, exhausted life empty sighs, love also into empty, love also into empty, in addition to the love and then nothing else, really is also a kind of blood to pay.
And the love of the killers as sobbing like a song, poignant let a person's heart broken. He willingly gave his love, at any time, are pampered thousand bones, he does not care what the righteousness and evil and moral justice, he is just the pursuit of their own happiness. Love is love, without any reason. Seemingly selfish, but for love carved seemingly simple but persistent obsession. Love, is so simple.
Favorite way of love in the East, although his purpose is not pure, but his care is everywhere. He is always in the most critical moment, said to the thousand bones, "Bones, do not be afraid!" "Bones, don't look!" "Bones, I'll take you home!" It is as if he always carries all the world's difficult things on his shoulders. How can such care not bring tears to one's eyes? How can such deepness not fascinate people? I may feel that this love belongs to the earth, and has the flavor of earthly fireworks. Perhaps, my understanding can't let everyone agree. However, I am really enamored of this love with the flavor of the earth, there is no justice, there is no greatness, there is just ordinary snuggling together, help each other. The road of life would have been twisted and turned, if in a loving care care, and then bitter, and then tough, but also fearless. So, I so began to obsessed with love, began to ponder the meaning of love. Everyone's choice of love varies. Now I only hope that there can be a lover, a pair of warm and strong arms, snuggle up with each other through the difficult years, white head will not be separated!