Bauhinia

On the morning of midsummer, walking on the sunny street, the hot sun was burning on the Earth, and it seemed to be steaming all around, making people feel like being in a steamer with sweat flowing down constantly. Walking to the shade beside the street in a hurry, there was a feeling of being sheltered immediately. Walking on this avenue frequently, I never felt the magic charm of these green leaves. When I was waiting for the car in my spare time, I turned around casually and saw the Bauhinia vine which was covered with the fence on the balcony of my home. The end of one of the vines had climbed onto the wall of the compartment, this is the green plant I planted on the balcony to shade the sun. Thinking of the experience of this Bauhinia Vine reminds me of a word: life is endless and struggle is endless. I remember last spring, this Bauhinia Vine came to my home from the flower market. At that time, the exquisite flowerpot was covered with white stones, and a thick root stem with a pen pole emerged in the middle, with several long green vines hanging on the triangular bamboo shelf on the flowerpot, each leaf looks so green, and the buds extending out are covered with curly Silk. They are looking for objects that can be climbed, and the buds with triangular bamboo frames are supporting each other, green leaves swaying in the wind, like children dancing happily. I gently untill the threads circling each other, and clung them one by one on the fence of the balcony. Every day, I watched the buds continuously extending upward, and the threads tightly circling the steel wire of the fence, it seems to see its determination step by step, the joy of harvest one day. Maybe it was because of the change of seasons, or because I didn’t care carefully. Shortly after the summer, I found that the leaves of Bauhinia Vine turned yellow slowly, and the roots dried up slowly. Pieces of withered leaves and withered Bauhinia vines seem so bleak and helpless in the bleak autumn wind. I picked up a piece of fallen leaves and thought in my heart that this Bauhinia Vine may not have the reincarnation of the future years, and winter will come and spring will come. His wife cultivated soil and fertilizer for all the plants in the family, hoping to rejuvenate the withered flowers and trees in the spring. I didn’t have much hope for this withered Bauhinia Vine at first, until one day, my wife shouted excitedly: husband, come here, Bauhinia Vine has sprouted. Only then did I truly realize that spring really came and everything began to recover. Every time I stand on the balcony, I can feel the elongation of Bauhinia vine and the power of its hand grasping the steel wire, but I can’t imagine the way it attaches when climbing the wall. Still step by step, the difference is the length of rattan extension and the amount of new life. Under the reflection of sunshine, it is endless, luxuriant and luxuriant. The growth process of Bauhinia Vine is just like the process of life. A person’s life will never be smooth sailing. As long as he moves forward step by step and struggles endlessly, he can sit and watch the ups and downs and watch the ups and downs of the tide. Even if we fall into the low ebb of life, we must never give up lightly. We must believe that there is still spring and let us rebuild our lives. As long as we live endlessly, we will struggle more. 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…

Pick up

It was a long time after 7 o’clock, and the people who were walking probably walked back from the peach blossom garden. They could not stand the mellow and clear moonlight of 16. They held their eyes and yearned for the distance. A voice in their hearts urged their steps, walking. After passing the bridge and passing the street, I came to the broad cement road where people in this small town I like often take exercise and walk. The soft wind gently rises, and the face filters out the seemingly elegant fragrance of grass and wild flowers, the leaves on the roadside seemed to sing the rhythm of autumn, which was high and low when their voices were broken. Rows of neon lights were rendered with shyness and ambiguous light. The road was also warm and bright, my heart seems to take off a thousand kilos of burden at a time, and my troubles are thrown out of the cloud to play. My steps are relaxed and slow all the way. I unconsciously fall in love with this feeling, and then smell the smell of the night, hey, where does the fragrance come from be thicker than that just now? Go to the roadside and get closer. It has a strong sweet-scented osmanthus smell. Although it is the opening season of sweet-scented osmanthus, there is no sweet-scented osmanthus tree here, looking around, I found that it was gentle when I lowered my head. A large branch of osmanthus tree lay quietly beside the road, picking up this Incense. Maybe tonight, I was destined to I am the person who picked it up. Osmanthus trees are also called Muxi. In my spare time, more than osmanthus trees have been planted in my hometown. The four seasons of evergreen trees do not change color. I like its taste, its green color, and I prefer its sublimity and beauty, it is a symbol of autumn harvest. Remember in school in front of the classroom small garden planted 3 big sweet-scented osmanthus trees. Every week when the exam date is approaching, it must be the most serious time for me to study. I get up early every day and go to places where I think it is quiet to recite and study. I will go to the dormitory with 3 or 2 friends, go to the small garden of 3 flowers and trees. There are several stone stools under the tree, sitting or standing, casually and easily. Or go for a stroll during the break. It was the night before the summer vacation, because she was going to have an internship. Teacher Xie said that she could take us to the delivery room for probation at night, so Ping, Yu and me, the three of us were so excited that we ran all the way to the hospital. However, the teacher took the emergency room and went to the operating room. We waited left and right until more than 10 o’clock, but we still didn’t see each other and dared not to break in rashly, at last, I had to go back unreasonably. When I arrived at the school gate, it was locked. The tall Ping climbed over the wall and caught us. Unfortunately, I couldn’t enter the dormitory after entering the campus, so I had to feed the mosquitoes back to back under the osmanthus, the exhaustion after dawn and the place where mosquitoes kissed, now I feel itchy all over my body. I used to think that the garden planted with cinnamon trees is not far away from warmth in the cool spring. It is comfortable in summer and cool in autumn, but there are flowers around it. I don’t often go there in winter. Every time I go there, I must look at the osmanthus, sip the fragrance of flowers and talk about the dream of youth. Now the time has passed 19 years, and now the fragrance of flowers is still there. We disperse all parties and work hard to live a good life. May we gain something in the years, just like getting the fragrance of osmanthus. The Moonlight is like a wash, life is like a play, tonight I seem to have entered the play too deep, it is better to have fun, the osmanthus removed, you are abandoned by your hand, and I am willing to be abandoned by time for a moment, find your youth, pick up your palm, go, take you home! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…