october

The osmanthus in the corner of the balcony didn’t show any sign of blooming two days earlier. This morning, there was a faint smell of fragrance. Looking carefully, the osmanthus bloomed overnight. While smelling the fragrance of flowers, watching carefully, little white flowers were hanging on the branches, clusters, so delicate and so pure. The early morning wind swept over the osmanthus trees on the balcony, gently shaking the green leaves and small white flowers, and a wisp of fragrance came into the room, lingering in the fragrant fragrance for a long time. I haven’t observed this osmanthus tree so carefully for a long time. Maybe life is too hurried, the fast-paced life is too busy to take care of the flowers and plants around, or perhaps osmanthus trees are so ordinary in the days when they do not bloom. There are sparse leaves on the thin branches, and you can’t see the prosperity of luxuriant leaves. The leaves that are not too dark green are a little emerald yellow, so it can be said that there is no attraction at all. Just in the days when the weather is getting cold and everything is depressed, osmanthus trees gather all the ordinary days and quietly bloom small white flowers in the autumn wind. The little white flower is still plain, and I didn’t notice it even if I didn’t pay attention to it, but it was just a faint fragrance in the autumn wind. My heart is also blown by the autumn wind to be flustered and silent. A wisp of flower fragrance flows into my heart, which will confuse many sentient beings. I am no exception, and I am intoxicated in the plain fragrance. I wonder if this is the charm of autumn? Is it the mellow flavor of the season? My thoughts drift towards the beautiful dream, letting me enjoy the beauty and fragrance in the ordinary life. In the cold silence approaching winter, small towns in the South began to smell the fragrance of osmanthus flowers. By the middle of October, with a little cold autumn wind, the fragrance of flowers had filled the city. I always like the fragrant season of osmanthus flowers, walking alone in the scenery of October, feeling the cool breeze of practicing, feeling the slight coolness of the days gradually seeping into my body. In this way, I can clearly understand that life always has ups and downs, and that I always have a day of aging and silence, and I need to cherish it when I live. Although there was an obvious scene of seasonal reincarnation in the October field in the South, but the leaves were a little green, the purple flowers on the other side disappeared, and several sparse dragon boat flowers were swaying feebly in the wind. A piece of fallen leaves slowly fell down in front of my eyes, touching the pain of inner silence, and my thoughts were instantly immersed in the separation injury of late autumn. At this time, the wind blew from the side, but there was a faint sweet osmanthus fragrance, but the dim fragrance could not find the direction of the sweet osmanthus. This kind of atmosphere always makes my mind active. My heart is like the lake water moving in the wind, but I can’t see the reflection in my heart clearly, which also makes me lose my direction. Such a mess in my heart, or because of the obsession in the world of mortals. Only the faint sweet-scented osmanthus can gently soothe and calm down. Facing the slight coolness, a wisp of sweet-scented osmanthus is lingering in sorrow. I can accurately feel the warmth, comfort and comfort of my heart, or you have never been far away. Walking in the cool autumn days, I was helpless to see the fallen leaves and counted how many autumns there were in my life. The Green Years are getting farther and farther, and finally it can’t reach a leaf of autumn cool. The relentless time poured the hot hope into a lake of Autumn Water, calm, silence is like a happy life. We can never go back to the colorful season, and we can never go back to the time when we are young and don’t know how to worry about. We can’t even have money. This is the ruthlessness of time. In this season, I can only face bravely and then calmly. Facing the reality is a difficult choice but the only choice. I can only wait for the years to grow old calmly. I have gone through Passionate Years, experienced more separation between life and death, and more and more like clean days. In the cool autumn, watch the leaves blowing away, smell where the fragrance of flowers comes out, put down the shackles in life, and become a relaxed free man. Maybe I really want to admit that I am old and can no longer change something, although my heart is still so eager. Over and over again, the heart is more than enough but the strength is not enough, which makes people truly accept the fate. Flowers Bloom is the fate, and leaves fall is the fate. Everything is in the arrangement of power. Spend the light time in the years with heart, feel the ending and plain of prosperity with heart, and the most real life is to disperse the flashy. It is just like the ordinary and plain of osmanthus osmanthus. It does not compete for delicacy but does not fall in love with prosperity, but it can be fragrant and gentle in a lonely season. Late Autumn, the autumn of life, sitting alone beside the osmanthus tree in front of the balcony, a pot of green tea, a favorite song, makes the years simple and quiet. On a quiet day, let the fragrance of flowers touch your mind, put your thoughts in words, and let the happy memory in the heart gently and gently. I don’t need too much extravagance any more. I loosen my hands tightly, put down the prosperity which has already withered safely, and only use the most indifferent heart to hold the most mellow thoughts. My heart is like sweet osmanthus fragrance, and the warmth is coming in winter. 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…

Heart

Everyone should have a pond in his heart. This pond has nothing to do with the distance and does not struggle with the past and future. It exists naturally. It has our deepest memories and an eternal concern in our hearts. It may be our hometown, or it may be the place where we use it to stay in full of joyful laughter. There is such a pond in my heart, rather than a bite? It is better to say that there are places connected one after another with about three or four Waters, big and small. What’s so strange about this? Not all the water on the Earth are connected, but my ponds are too close. I can’t forget the smell of Wormwood beside the pond; I can’t forget the jumping pearls that my father carried the bucket and walked on the bluestone leading to the pond, creaking and shaking the bucket all the way; I can’t forget the situation that my mother carried a basket of clothes and rinsed on a long bridge board in that pond; What’s more, I can’t forget the laughter of my friends like bells on the isolated dam between the pond and the pond. This place is what I called the Paradise in my childhood. Although I am a girl, how can I become a boy’s character, which has never changed until now. The green stone road leading to the pond, the mulberry tree beside the pond, the ancient well surrounded by several ponds, where did not leave my footprints. Now, about the pond, everything in the pond is always presented in my dreams. This pond must be more than 100 meters away from home. It can only be reached by crossing a highway, turning a 90-degree bend and bypassing several old houses. At that time, I was seven or eight years old! Under the special conditions at that time, this pond was simply the only water source in our village, where all the drinking was used. My father first went to the ancient well surrounded by the pond to fetch water in the early morning every day, and picked it back and forth for several times before filling up the water vat at home. After breakfast, mother inevitably carried a basket of clothes to the pond for rinsing. I couldn’t get up so early. Sometimes I couldn’t go to the pond with my father. Every time I went with my mother, I could vaguely see a lot of laundry gathered there when I was still looking at it halfway, the uncles and aunts who washed rice were busy there. I am thinking that not only do I like this place, but also my mother should like it. When can I work happily with my peers? When we got there, it was not described by the word “lively. At that time, there were no washing machines, running water and so on at home. All the clothes in the village were rinsed here, and the clothes of the farmers were hard to wash. They were afraid that the washing powder and dirty water would not come out, so everyone held a thick stick, one hand swung the stick high, the other hand pressed the clothes, and slapped it on the bluestone, popping! The voices echoed over the pond one after another, and the aunts kept talking. It was nothing more than who was naughty again! How big the pigs are fed is a common thing. When the whistle sounded, the uncle next door came to fetch water. The empty bucket was swinging around like this, with a little brother behind him-that was definitely a little kid who liked to join in the fun like me, children gather together by the pond, or sit or stand up and pick up their washed faces to fight with water, and the water drops splashed on adults will inevitably be a little angry; Then, the sister-in-law who gave birth to a baby next door came. There was no need to look at it. It was definitely that the quilt was washed (the child wet the bed). Who would help me wring it after washing it? Someone will help her twist the quilt quickly; Hey, Hey, Hey! A dead bastard, don’t get too close to the water. Who is the only two or three-year-old follower playing with the water? His mother is yelling-my aunt didn’t ask her to just stand there and watch? The water ripples in the pond, and I feel that the rising sun is dancing in the water. Suddenly, a twisted long water snake swam over with its head high! Snake! The little daughter-in-law who had just passed the door had never seen it and was so scared that the nearby aunt ran over with an arrow step, took the stick in her hand and slapped the snake heavily to drive the snake to the distance. The little children splashed water like this, adults said laughter, whistles and sticks gathered together a country pond Symphony. This pond is my favorite place to stay at a young age. At that time, how could I ignore the worries in my mother’s eyes? Father’s anxiety? They couldn’t figure out why I always liked to run to such a dangerous place. At that time, not one of my friends fell into the pond. Fortunately, the adults found her early, took her up, took a big Buffalo and put her on the cow’s back, after swimming in the pond for many times, I spit out the water in my belly. How could I forget it? The pond was dangerous, but I kept rushing there. In addition to accompanying my father to fetch water in the well and playing here with my mother when washing clothes (these are legitimate reasons to play in the pond), at other times, they sneaked out to play here when their parents went out to work or took a nap. Play? What are you playing? There are many kinds of small fish in this pond! I can always fish in various ways. When the water is shallow, I will take my trousers into the water and catch them with both hands. These little fish are very smart, and they will run away as soon as I pass, occasionally catching one often makes me happy for a long time. At this time, it is purely hide-and-seek with fish rather than catching fish. When I was on the rise, I stole tools from my family to lure fish. As for the lure of fish, it is a round basket which is used to mow the grass at home (the bamboo silk is woven so that the barrel is thin and dense, the arc caliber is not big, and there is a thick strip passing through the caliber on both sides), can bottle (this glass bottle is the unique product at that time, used to hold cans of fruits such as oranges and pears), fish basket (fish basket is also woven with bamboo Silk, like a flat large blue and white porcelain) and so on are antiques, which are not common now. Every fishing tool had to be tied with a long rope at home. Everything was ready to carry these things, sneaked out from home and ran towards the pond. If at noon, the sun was so bright that I wouldn’t wear shoes, and no matter the pebbles on the road, I would run all the way on the hot road with my bare feet. When you arrive at the bank of the pond, put the tools in your hand and go down the pond to fish mussels and river snails first. The water in the pond is green all the year round, especially in summer, it is very cool, and the water is not deep. When you pull up your trousers, you can open it and touch it. Sometimes you can catch several with one hand. Mussels and snails were pulled up, thrown on the bluestone on the bank of the pond, smashed it with a big stone, and directly threw the shell and meat into my tool to lure fish. Then, choose a good place around the three ponds, pull the long rope at one end and throw the basket and basket, and see these tools gradually sink to the bottom of the water, while the cans are made of glass, it was often placed beside the pond. All the ropes were tied to the grass or pressed by a big stone. After finishing it, I sat in the shade beside the pond, holding my cheek to watch the sparkling water, watching ducklings swimming around there, watching butterflies and dragonflies flying around, smelling the fragrance of flowers. In less than ten minutes, I was impatient and wanted to pull up the fish basket to see if the fish was in. Anyway, children were just playful. Adults once warned me to wait at least half an hour until the fish was in, I had forgotten to throw it out of the clouds, so there are very few fish in general. When my mother had a nap, she got up and saw that I was not there, so it was inevitable to drive me back with a family method. My biggest regret at that time was that I was not a boy. Otherwise, you can take off only a pair of underpants and tie them into the pond. I remember that in the evening of that summer, I saw several elder brothers who were several years older than me drilling freely in the water, slapping the water and laughing crazily. I couldn’t help admiring, I didn’t know the result of jumping straight into the water before I had time to take off the clothes. My father, who had a livid face, stood on the shore and shouted at me with his hand holding the method of home, when I landed, I was pitifully educated by my father, as if I could feel the cold wind from the back vest now. According to my father repeatedly emphasized that I was not a boy and could not go into the water, so the dream of swimming was shattered from then on. However, playing around the pond was never stopped, and my parents could always find someone here if they wanted to find someone. There are a lot of past events, the gate of memory cannot be turned off. Later, I grew up slowly and left my hometown to work outside to get married. My father left me forever in his early years due to illness. My mother grew Gray and her childhood partners were distributed everywhere, every time back home goes to town that targeted glimpse. Nowadays, the newly built roads have affected the buildings there. The old houses have long been gone, and the new houses have been built with several tall and long pillars in the middle of the pond where washing clothes, I don’t know where the bluestone which has been put into the water has gone. With the progress of the times, washing machines have entered thousands of households, and their own homes usually dig wells and install tap water. The pond is less bustling in the past, but it is still young. Looking at the reflection in the water, the wrinkles crept up my cheek quietly, feeling the blink of an eye. The pond at that time became an image in my heart that I could never turn back. 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…