West Lake

Recently, I felt restless like grass in my heart, and a powerful voice kept shouting in my heart: the Lotus in the West Lake has been blooming, aren’t you coming? After all, the West Lake liu yue, scenery not and four. Infinite blue day lotus plants, lotus flowers in red. When we were very young, we fell in love with this poem and the west lake full of magical colors. There were broken bridges, Su Dyke, white lady, Su Xiaoxiao and legendary stories that could not be told. I never thought that one day I would come to Hangzhou and live on the dreamy West Lake, which was really a gift from God. You said, in June, you want to go to the West Lake to see Holland. In fact, I don’t want to. Every month and every weekend, I want to go for a stroll by Xizi Lake. After coming to Hangzhou, I like two places, one is West Lake and the other is Nanhua garden. Nanhua garden is near Qizhen Lake. It takes five minutes to get there by bike. The West Lake is a little far away. I have been there two or three times by bike, about an hour and a half. These two scenes, one far and one near, became my deepest concern in Hangzhou. At the beginning of June, I planned to go to the West Lake to see lotus flowers, which was always postponed because of various things. Finally, I was looking forward to the Dragon Boat Festival. I finally waited for a three-day holiday, and the day came to late June unconsciously. I made an appointment with my friends to go to the West Lake to see lotus flowers. On the first day of the Dragon Boat Festival, my friend suddenly had something to lose his family background, considering that there would be more visitors to the West Lake on the first day of the holiday, so he postponed it to the next day. However, it suddenly rained heavily the next day, so all kinds of trips had to be abandoned. On that day, I stood alone by the window, staring blankly at the boundless dim sky outside the window. A very wide bead curtain was hung between the sky and the earth. The beads were blown slanting by the wind, making the glass window snapping. Not far away, the soft branches of willows beside the lake were also blown to one side fiercely by the wind, just like a delicate girl’s figure in the storm. Unconsciously, my mind drifted onto the West Lake again. I thought of the Lotus on the West Lake at this moment. In the golden sunshine in the past, the lotus flowers in the West Lake were amazing concubines dressed up, with their eyes flowing and glowing in the front and behind; But in the storm at this moment, the lotus flowers in the West Lake should be the children of the rivers and lakes who are chivalrous and soft-hearted. They jumped out of an earthshaking dance with their lives in the wind and sword rain, and crystal clear raindrops flew on their blushed cheeks, striking the solemn and majestic notes flying all over the sky on the gray sky, the emerald and green dress, in the turbulent and rolling waves, with the notes flying over and over to turn out a magnificent Changhong, the shocking dance. A wind and rain adds a lot of thrilling beauty to a pool of Lotus. At this moment, I want to stay at the West Lake and silently appreciate the fairy Lotus that jumped out of the gorgeous dance in the storm. But I know what a luxury dream it is. I yearned for soul-stirring, but was scared by soul-stirring. That accident made me seldom travel alone, especially in such days, to be honest, I was very timid. If you were with me, I would not be afraid of anything. If you were there, we would certainly hit it off, because we always had such a tacit understanding. No matter how crazy things are, we two would feel it reasonable to do together. If you are not here, I will become a single person with a strange behavior, and many new and interesting things will become hard to understand. I miss you, just like the lotus in the West Lake thinking about this storm. At this time, the lotus in the West Lake has already been opened. I am still waiting for you. Accompany me to see a lotus opening, regardless of the wind and rain. Spring elimination snow Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Non-

It is said that Beijing began to be hazy from yesterday, but we have already returned to the Central Plains to the south. At this time, the Mid Autumn had passed, and the wild was green and blue. Even if I am now, it was cloudy but sunny. The rain of yesterday evening was cool, and the chill seemed to have a seemingly refreshing and refreshing smell. The birds were still in the wind in front of my building at ten o’clock in the morning. The osmanthus trees, persimmon trees and pomegranate trees were singing, which was no longer their favorite dawn. His son studied in his room, and he had to work hard. He didn’t understand or he wouldn’t care about the beautiful season and cool weather in mid autumn; And his wife, who was working for the family and children, in order to survive, even her eyes and the wind around her were working hard. And what I can’t forget is to keep the beauty and sunny in front of me; But what I can’t forget is the desolation of autumn leaves that will come soon. I was in the cool wind last night, in the mysterious rain, I have smelt the frost and chill. A fall rain a cold, a night of autumn wind a yellow dry. I have already understood the bleak rain and withered yellow, which will spread all over the world. All things will wither, and the grass will go up to the sky, and the Yan family will move south. Who doesn’t know, who doesn’t know? However, I know it clearly and miss it so much that I can remember it at any time. It is really mysterious. Why let the son who is studying read loudly to train his courage? But it was a low autumn sound, and only the song “autumn sound Fu” of the black man for the stars could be heard? Of course, the most unforgettable and unforgettable thing is the snowy weather. In the year when I was teaching in No. 18 Middle School, the weather was cold and the Wood leaves on the road were declining; The tall poplar was thin and Bony; The low houses from far and near, and the oil felt sheds were set up everywhere, but there was no figure. Several partners and I, a little far away from the city, decided to eat in the restaurant by the roadside. The wind is in the north and the wind is in the north. The wind is mixed with ice and snow, and it is approaching, riding through the cotton-padded jacket; It is difficult to walk, the snow particles hit the cheek, causing cold pain, urging people to turn back. And we, the vigorous US, roared and roared towards the bloody snow: Go, brothers; Go! The love and nature are vivid in my mind and cannot be forgotten. Sent to Xuzhuang Primary School, alone. After school was over at five o’clock in the afternoon, there were only snow fields in the distance, piles of graves in the distance, and rows of thin tall poplars nearby, standing high without a blade; however, it was not silent. The sound from far and near was the roar of snow and snow. It could also be said to be a grimace, tangled and difficult to walk around you. So he pushed his bike for a while and rode for a while. Back to the corridor of home, the wife who knew someone had come down from the upstairs, took the car, held my frozen hands, slapped the ice on my shoulder and hair tip, which was totally cold. Now, I don’t remember that my feet are numb and my whole body is cold. Instead, I feel the cold snow of reading Sant, Nietzsche and Zhou Guoping, which is unforgettable and unforgettable. At this point, on the day and night of ice and snow, I will go out specially, against the cold wind, stepping on the ice, knowing that I am still alive, I am still me; At this point, on the day and night of autumn leaves falling, I would like to make a special trip to enjoy the autumn, saying that the flowing water fell into the autumn and filled Wei Du, and the flowing water passed away to send the future. No matter how far the road is, I went to dinner on foot. I took my wife’s belt to Beijing for my new inspiration and new learning. What’s more, my son will study there for one month, in the cold winter, in the ice and snow in the north of shuo. For this reason, when I read the book “Chinese cultural character”, I deeply thought about my nation, not only to miss the courage of the Han, but also in the conflict between the farming culture of the Han nationality and the nomadic culture, the spirit and nature of martial arts that were dug up or strong should also be deeply remembered. Seventy years ago, two hundred years ago, the Chinese nation fought bloody with Chinese civilization, marine civilization and island culture. Yes, it should be remembered that no matter it was such a warm mid-autumn period, or the long bright spring, bloody struggle, dead leaves and snow, they should not be forgotten or forgotten; Continue to work hard and rise bravely. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Home has

I got up from my dream and looked at the electronic clock. At 8:30, I was in a panic. I hurried to change my clothes. I didn’t know if there was a phone call to urge me. I picked up my mobile phone and several big words of Saturday were on the screen. Oh, I was stunned for a while. Is day off. Fluttering back to bed, fluttering back to dream, where was I am just now? It seems that somewhere in my hometown, I tried my best to restore and squeeze into the world I just walked out. Although the world is as dim, gloomy and fearful as before. It was on my way out of school, a windy afternoon, the rain came from the front, which made me suffocated and could not open my eyes. The doors and windows of every household nearby were locked, and I didn’t intend to disturb them either. I just want to walk through the rain, through the wind and find my home. Maybe that’s just a kind of stubbornness for me to compete with others. I can’t express it. Sometimes I also seriously fall into a long thought. I stroked my family one by one, and even my dead grandma was aroused from the grave by me. The dead are sober. The alternation of life and death not only makes the living people feel that life and death are alive, but also gives the dead the honor and peace they never had before, before his death, all the complaints about others and himself were deeply buried in the soil, and the paper money floating on the tomb every year seemed to tell every living person passing by that the dead actually lived in the hearts of their relatives forever. I touched grandma’s hand. Her hands were as slender and dry as before, and those bulging veins on the back of her hands disappeared. Her hair was still tied behind her head without any confusion. A few silver hairpins that were inserted in the bun were given to me before she left. Now she uses a black hair net. Grandma used to be a landlady. She remained dignified and elegant until she died. She looked solemn and calm, as if she was going to attend some ceremony, which made my heart confused. I think grandma is going to die or give birth? Did grandma become a landlord again when she arrived there? Over there, the torture and pain brought by the movements she had experienced in the world would never reappear. From then on, she would always look at her relatives and younger generations in a dignified manner, the only thing that was the same as before was her silence, which would be the eternal freeze. This thought made me look down on her, and the resentment that she didn’t like me, the first granddaughter in her life vanished at this moment. I saw her off with tears. At this moment, she was still silent to me, and her eyes were the kindness she had never seen before. Death is sometimes a good thing, but the living world can not easily feel the warmth and understanding given by the dead. When I saw the word nirvana before, I always thought it was the patent of Buddhism, but at this time, I deeply disagreed that everyone could Nirvana. When dying, euthanasia would lead to detachment, which was also a Nirvana. And father uttered not a. He never made any summary and arrangement for his whole life. He cleaned his yard and watered the flowers invariably every day. No matter in spring, summer, autumn and winter, he sprayed all the green plants in the yard with a long water pipe. The plants enjoying the water were blooming happily, xi gan’s plants became more and more depressed, but they couldn’t protest, so they had to stick to the correct way of living by dying. After finishing these, my father leaned on his chair, reading while making marks. I turned over my father’s book, and he circled countless sentences. In my opinion, the sentences were extremely simple, but my father drew horizontal lines below, some of which were still two horizontal lines. I think this is not what he wanted to say happened to be told by others, or a word touched his mind, reminding him of a deep past? When mother was too busy to come, she would ask father to do some housework. Father listened and said nothing about it. He glanced at mother, then returned to his book or continued to nap. When his mother got angry, he slowly stood up and did it silently. I am don’t do housework. The words my father often said when he was young had already been swallowed up by the years. Seeds are buried deep in the soil, and the soil is dried by the annual rings without nutrients. It is no longer important whether there are seeds or not, and the surface is desolate, spacious and distant. In the year I left, those camphora trees were deeply rooted and luxuriant, and the wide crown blocked the burning sun. I sat under the shady tree for a long time. When a gust of wind blew, I heard the leaves and branches laughing briskly. I also smiled in a trance. When the wind passed, what did I want to say to the tree? The smell of the fragrant tree came over, and I forgot what I wanted to say. I just sucked the fragrance desperately, sucked into the lungs can not relieve hatred. A little ant climbed on my instep when I didn’t know. I pushed it to the ground. It turned over and stumbled, then climbed up, changed direction and climbed towards the root of the tree. The tree root should be its safe home. A plastic bag was beating Xuan er on the ground, and I watched it being scraped onto the branch blankly like a soul-calling flag hanging there, waving hurriedly to another place, gradually, it is too far to be seen. Spring elimination snow Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…