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…

Years

The colder the outside is, the warmer your presence is, and I am warm in my dream. The vicissitudes of time you are still, my dream; The past is here, and the future is forever, my dream. When the storm strikes, I hide in your smile, I smile in your smile, my dream. You will always be the shelter of the sky and storm on my head, dear. My childhood dream was a pair of wings of birds. I am always eager to fly, fly over the sea, and surpass the wind and rain. I once asked the minister of animal husbandry, why did God make people uneasy to insert a pair of wings? In this way, people can also fly, fly away from the bitter sea, fly away from the barren land, enjoy themselves with the Stars, enjoy themselves with the white clouds, Kiss the Moon, and ask the Sun a good shepherd without answering, but he held my little hand all the way and repeatedly taught me antonyms: Heaven and Earth, light and darkness, angel and devil, bitter happiness, rich and poor childhood dream, which was the thick Banana Peel watermelon peel. I have eaten all the sweet ones, and the green ones remain. The pulp is gone, and there is Peel to remember. I dreamed that it was a piece of sweetness that I could not finish eating, and I imagined that it was a piece of endless sweetness. Just because there was still a piece of peel in my hand, I played in my palm for a long time. Looking back on that afternoon, I fell asleep in early summer without any talent, looking at a boy in front of the court, sleeping on the floor, satisfied and sweet, rotten sweet potato raised his dirty chubby light shelter, it’s too high for half a day. Not far away from the shelter stock, I don’t know who accidentally lost two inch dates. One long and one short, a group of ants were carrying the pies that fell this day happily. Unexpectedly, when the dirty child woke up, he immediately expelled the ant with his fat little hand, picked up the inch jujube, put the long one into his mouth, chewed it out, and then ate the short one, it is getting smaller and smaller, and the more careful you eat, the more afraid you will eat it all at once. I silently looked at the small inch jujube in his hand, luckily there was still a piece of watermelon peel in his hand, which would never be eaten. When I was young, a small wooden house was always built in my dream. Deep in the mountain, it was covered by forests and surrounded by streams. Green grass bed collapsed, pillow stone sleep, green leaves as vegetables, tiles as pots, sand is rice, mud is rice balls, doll is baby, you are father I am mother, happy to play house, today in the 21st century, buildings on the riverside of the provincial capital are shining in the night. The golden lights decorated the tall buildings with magnificence, which was better than the Paradise in my childhood dream. I didn’t know there were people in the deep of the tall buildings who were worried. The heaven in their dreams might be the desolation when I was young, and the innocent vegetation and landscape. When I was young, a handful of popcorn could buy a happy day. A floral dress can experience the pride of being a bride. When I was young, my mother always gave good things to her children, but she comforted herself: I am satisfied after smelling the fragrance. It doesn’t matter. After going to heaven, I will have a lot of delicious food. At that time, it was said that on the way to heaven, you could smell the fragrance of hundreds of fruits from a long distance. It was refreshing in your heart and echoed in your throat for a long time. The sensual enjoyment of being happy, sweet and floating was really unspeakable. Now we know that the revived people are out of touch with the world. They are like a gust of wind, a starlight, flashing in our dreamland. In my dream, I saw the former Shepherd still holding my hand and teaching me antonyms: day and night, ugliness and beauty, precipitation and sublimation, filth and nobility, sinking and resurrection in an instant, I know that there is a kind of life called Resurrection, which can give us the power to surpass, just like a pair of invisible wings. Oh, my dream. The colder the outside is, the warmer your presence will be. The vicissitudes of time come and go in a hurry. Maybe one day in the future, time and space will disappear and you will still be there. Maybe one day, business does not exist, and you are still there. Maybe one day, the separation of life and death does not exist, and you are still there. Maybe one day, there will be no difference between cold and warm day and night, and you will still be. You are the past, the present, and the future. You are like a music that will never die. You are like spring water that never dries up, singing in my heart, flowing in my heart, shaping my soul and moistening my soul until the end of life. There is no spring in this world, just like you are sweet, relieving my thirst, my dream, my beloved. There is no spray in this world, just like you are romantic, kiss me and impact me, my dream, my beloved. There is no music in this world, as wonderful as you, which can permeate my soul, my dream and my beloved. You are enough for me to laugh; You are enough for me to move forward; You are enough for me to fly; You are enough for my dream, my beloved. People’s life, rich and poor, will pass. In one’s life, the humble authority has to pass. The life of a person, the ease of work, must pass. The whole life of a person, those who cry or not, must pass. People’s life, justice and injustice, must pass. Only you, my dream, you will last forever. Your revived life gives me the ability to surpass, placing a pair of invisible wings for me. When the storm strikes, I hide in your smile, and I smile in your smile. Oh, my dream, the vicissitudes of time, you still 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…