Listening

Time, like light and shadow flashing, fleeting years like water, years, and secretly alienated, flowers fall, full of dust listening to the wind! The flowing water listens to the wind, and tends to walk in the everlasting journey of life. The years are too short. The strangers of Qingping and SangYu are those that have not passed away yet. Leaving the world of mortals and holding the vicissitudes of love songs, I suddenly look back, the world of mortals has been one hundred years old. After a long journey, the journey was full of wind and rain, ignoring the fragrance of flowers and birds around him, and not knowing how to treasure the relieved path, which was still ahead. Luo is still far away from the pioneer. Without fragrance, I stopped my hurried steps, hoping that tranquility could help me sort out my complicated thoughts. Blowing Wind, Daze, look at the floating clouds, life can be as calm and calm as flowing clouds. The scenery in life has always been so peaceful, as long as the heart knows, knows to embrace a poetic flavor in the silence, and knows to listen to the tenderness of time in the three thousand wind and moon. The time of running water is like the profound and long song of Li in the Piccolo on the cow’s back. Coming to me leisurely, there is no intoxicating green in my heart! Listen to the wind, no fragrance is also popular. Listening to the wind, the flashing neon red, enchanting and colorful, dimmed the color of Starlight; The numerous traffic, like horses and dragons, covered the journey of footsteps. Used to coming and going in a hurry, leaving nothing. Shuttling back and forth among all kinds of people, I could not see any joys, sorrows and sorrows on my unfamiliar and familiar faces. I tired. The water of the waves is clear, you can wash my tassel; The water of the waves is turbid, you can wash my feet. Frankly speaking, I don’t have such a mind. Beauty jewelry princes are printed at the bottom of the sand. It’s just that I am the only one who wakes up all over the world. Only the wind can pass through thorns. Only the wind can listen to me telling the frustrated Lan Shan. Time flows through the fingers, coming from ancient times. Thousands of twists and turns; Countless times through turbulence and tranquility, incomplete and perfect. Listening to the wind singing; I saw the sea of clouds, singing and dancing, the spring and autumn wind Green River South Bank. Listening to the wind singing; I heard the first song of the rainstorm, the Lotus burst into anger, and the lute fell down. Listening to the wind singing; I smelt the fragrance of the people, the mist gurgling, the tea and wine in the country are all fragrant. Listening to wind; And touched the bixue yellow sand, armored cavalry, nine days Lingyun Chi. Listening to wind; I tasted the melancholy Chu, painting historical records, blood and tears Azolla along the way, through blossom flowers, seen slack birds homing. Looking at the prosperity of the road, I turned around and saw the most beautiful moments buried one by one in my memory. Pour a cup of tea, and only spell out the bitterness and bitterness in it, with a wisp of wind. In the wind, Flowers fly, and the Tung leaves float yellow as if falling down for thousands of years. As time went by, I gradually learned not to wait, to return to the wild goose without asking the flowing clouds, or to ask the long road ahead, where is the way back? Standing on the brow of the years, keeping the flowers blooming and falling in every season, putting all the feelings in the passing wind, and getting drunk into the fleeting years under the eyes. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Spring

Last year, I was busy coming and going, and I traveled to Xiaoxiang in the cold spring. Low flying green shore and plum rain, they went into the red building to pick up apricot beams. I can see the shallow water in the idle inkstone and the mud fragrance in the fallen flower path. No one can speak thousands of words, and they chase the warbler across the short wall. Tang zhenggu’s “Yan” did not have youth in the New Year. At the beginning of February, I was shocked to see grass buds. However, Snow White thought it was late in spring, so she wore a garden tree to make flying flowers. The gentle wind follows the branches, and the warm Yan flies new, although it is so strange that it does not match the spring rhyme. According to the bright warm sun, listening to the sound of returning to spring, the warmth of the tiny dust intoxicated the fine willow along the river, and brightened the good mood of the season. Spring Y L, stayed with flowers. The faint scent of spring mud and aquatic plants is filled with the rhyme of a roll of green words, which is scattered in the long poem of smoke willows Chasing the Wind. The Warblers swirling around branches on the bank Bank wander low, use the warmest dance and the most beautiful melody of this season. The slender Willow sprouts, and the tender bud tip peels out quietly, looking at the season that is about to enter prosperity with endless novelty. The new green wrapped layer by layer may be breeding deep feelings, waiting for the spring breeze to come. Strolling on the small road in the country, looking at the flowers that are about to bloom by the road, listening to the gurgling sound of running water in the river, the mood is as comfortable as a flying eagle spreading its wings; Between the fields, the peasants in twos and threes were serving the farming. What a pure and peaceful picture, even resonated with the touch hidden in the bottom of my heart. The gentle and quiet spring day is more suitable to let the heart get drunk in the nature, pick a cup of tea, enjoy a pear White Tree, warm and quiet, let the heart slowly stretch, choose a volume of books to make your mood bloom with plain flowers in simple and carefree words. It is rare to find such elegance. Stop in a hurry and look for the fun and poetry of life after trivial work. Folding an early peach blossom, and the melodious voice of a flute, it seems that there is a smell of country Shepherd riding cattle and singing, with the charming spring scenery in the bright and bright, and some kind of emotion in the potential life overflows my heart, it is a kind of silent release, and the gains and losses of those joys and sorrows will be swaying in the world of mortals in a simple and elegant manner. A cut of spring breeze, a touch of spring feeling, hazy beauty and joy in the fleeting year, watching the river melt, watching the kite all over the sky, waiting for the flower buds to bloom, enjoying the soft wind blowing on the face, spreading the feelings of not old in life. The vivid breath of life is light, shallow and simple, just like a roll of elegant and unique white drawing, which is simple but not lack of smell. It is simple but deep, distant and fragrant. The cluster of flower buds which were to be put stopped, the drum buds were about to open, the feeling was wonderful, the posture was clever, and the flower buds were tightly attached to the branches, leaning against the origin of life. Without the companionship of leaves, flowers are another kind of extreme charm, beautiful and hopeful, and can’t help being happy. Spring rain always comes late, and is in harmony with the rhythm. It washes away the dust of all things and gives the Earth infinite vitality. In spring, the grass is green, and sometimes there are beautiful flowers and bright trees. The grass color is green and the wild flowers shine on the eyes, which is the most suddenly added to the spring. Although it is not a hundred flowers that are brilliant, it also has a special charm. Yan Yan flied and asked where the spring was, only the pond was green. The busiest one is Chunyan, the messenger of spring, which announces the first pool of green in spring and delivers warm messages to everyone’s heart. On the bank of the river, there were more people in twos and threes, leading the tide for the spring scenery. Their laughter passed by with the spring breeze, refreshing the lines of the season. yuan mu sui tian to, setting sun the shu ming. Where do dogs know to bark? People walk halfway through the mountains. The setting sun is covered with trees, the green land is connected with the sky, dogs are cheering, and people come back late. This pleasant and gentle atmosphere, wrapped in strong nostalgia, made me desire and joy more than once, only saying that under the setting sun, I was dragging a long shadow. At this time, can I be there? Another season, spring comes and comes, no matter where the shadow falls, thousands of miles are waiting for flowers to bloom. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) 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…