Rule 1: Walking in the mountains, I am filled with emotion.
In the early morning of summer, white clouds are floating in the blue sky, and they are slowly changing colorful figures under the touch of the wind. Suddenly elegant woman, walking lightly and smartly in the sky; Suddenly, like a scattered sheep, I was looking for young grass while playing. Perhaps it's because the lazy sun woke up and hasn't released her burning amorous feelings, so the early morning wind still wanders between Shan Ye with a little coolness at night, bringing a cool and pleasant mood to people who left early.
With deep affection for the mountains and rivers in my hometown and attachment to the spring in Song Lin, I walked happily on the winding mountain road, feeling the beauty brought by nature and feeling very carefree.
Looking from a distance, I saw green mountains, towering mountains, scattered pine trees, locust trees and other trees, which covered the mountains in my hometown with green summer clothes. Looking around, there are green and vibrant grass all around, as if an endless green carpet was spread out in the distance. Colorful wild flowers dotted among them add a lot of vitality to this green carpet. In front of me, yellow daisies, purple violets and some nameless wild flowers nodded slightly to me in the morning breeze. They are so cute that I really can't bear to pick them by hand for fear of disturbing their calm mood at the moment.
On the way, I found a naughty little squirrel getting up in the morning light on a pine branch not far ahead. It carefully combed itself with its two front paws. Its big round eyes are as bright as two black grapes, and its big furry tail is stuck high behind its back. This is a rare touching picture. That little thing was too busy doing its own thing to notice me at all. I stopped moving quietly and stared at the elf, really unable to break the beauty of this moment.
A pheasant flapping its wings flew overhead and landed in a distant tree, looking at me as an uninvited guest. Its behavior alarmed this elegant squirrel. It ran into the tree hole in panic, and it took a long time to slowly stretch out its lovely head and spy out. I greeted them with a friendly smile, but it backfired, scaring away the pheasants and squirrels, leaving me depressed to lead the way again.
"After the rain, the mountains are green, the sheep are hidden in the deep grass, the flute is singing, and the sunset is red ..." A rough song came from a distance. I thought I was an early pedestrian, but I didn't expect more early pedestrians! I quickly stepped forward and looked for a singer in the mountains. Soon I found the sheep in front of me. They are playing in twos and threes, sometimes they bow their heads and eat grass, and sometimes they collide with each other with their horns, jumping around and distracting their joy. Let me make a rough count, there are about thirty or forty! Think about the price of mutton on the market now, thinking that this is a lot of wealth!
"Sister Chang, when did you come back?" The words sound just fell and an uncle emerged from the bushes. I saw his dark face, strong body and deep wrinkles filled with joy. I smiled. It turned out that it was my distant uncle who sang, so we sat on the floor and pulled up a family. My uncle told me that my hometown has changed too much in recent years. The party's policy of enriching the people has greatly developed agriculture, forestry and animal husbandry, and farmers have seen bright prospects and a better life. When living conditions are good, everyone will pay attention to planting trees and greening barren hills. It's only been a few years, and the mountains in my hometown have changed greatly. Now the trees are tall and the grass is lush, and many missing birds have flown back. There are pheasants and rabbits all over the mountain, not to mention oriole woodpeckers and those unknown birds. "Son, you have a good look, this mountain, this water is as bare as when you were a child? Now the mountains here are full of treasures, and there are many kinds of wild vegetables in spring, such as bracken, dandelion, Ranunculus ternatus, thorn buds and so on. It's all over the mountain. It's said to be Chinese herbal medicine. People in the city pay more attention to health. They come to pick them together every spring, or eat them themselves or give them to friends. In summer, we have many day lilies here. This thing is rooted in a string, and there are many pieces on the mountain. In autumn, mushrooms are everywhere in the mountains, including Tricholoma matsutake, hazelnut mushroom, fried dough-strips mushroom and yellow mushroom. Every year, the villagers in our village benefit a lot from these treasures. " A series of things my uncle said made my eyes straight and I was excited about the great changes in my hometown. While speaking, a group of flower magpies flew overhead, leaving their chirping songs and flapping their wings and flying away. ...
After saying goodbye to my uncle, I continued to walk up the mountain. How can I not be excited and excited in such a beautiful environment? Looking at the dancing butterflies around me and listening to the wonderful songs of hundreds of birds, my heart is as light and cheerful as the white clouds in the sky that day. Today, my hometown is full of happy sunshine, and its future will be better.
If I retire in the future, I will definitely go back to the place where we were born with my lover. We built a small house near the mountain and water, raised a group of hens laying eggs, planted a piece of green vegetables and tasted the quiet pastoral life. At that time, we took a wisp of breeze, drank a cup of light tea and hummed an adagio to Xipi ... Enough! This is enough, enough to accompany me to spend my old age with an indifferent and open mind.
Chapter 2: Autumn leaves have a long heart.
Autumn is full of eyes, yellow and red, it is difficult to collect a wisp of autumn, and it is impossible to let go of half an inch of heart.
The first wind that attracts people's eyes always gently lifts the skirt of autumn, making it cool and full of happiness, knocking on the door of the season.
Suddenly, the scenery changed overnight, the rafters sang vigorously, the colored ink brought snakes and dragons, splashing a piece of autumn, bringing thousands of feelings.
Intermittent misty rain, always frowning autumn, dripping banana and phoenix tree, as if hitting the delayed heart and falling into a pool of pain.
Misty, dew, always unwilling to be lonely, chaotic world, misty rain and tears, playing the magical treble of autumn, bright maple and fierce chrysanthemum anger.
The wind shadow is constantly cut, and the reason is still chaotic; The rain curtain can't be lifted, and it hurts to cut it. Between pitching, there is not a cloud and dust in the high sky, Yun Ni; Shan Lan, a golden land full of water, has brought the last glory of nature.
Cooling is the fate of all passions, and numbness is its most direct sketch. It's hard to miss someone, and it's hard to remember one thing, such as a pool of stagnant water and a small aperture. Complete and incomplete, barren and rich, noisy and lonely, happy and sad, why are you confused by the word "autumn", and the city holding the sword with your heart sometimes collapses in an instant?
Perhaps it is this depression that sends prosperity to meet decline, which refers to Chen's endless nostalgia and attachment; Perhaps it was the heavy hints of that autumn, graceful memories and thoughts that threw people into the deep Qiu Si.
Tired, helpless, melancholy, wondering, is autumn a vicissitudes of life, a kind of loneliness? Still the old mentality, Dragon Bell? Who can tell!
Anyway, there are flowers dying, and every petal is full of thoughts; There are leaves falling, and each piece is full of dependence. The dead branches stand upright in an eternal posture, and the residual stems lie hard waiting for this life.
In any case, lonely footsteps come to Andante like a song, the silent autumn waters set off the vast heart lake, the misty Shan Lan gestates magnificent dreams, and the singing geese bring the tender spring dreams closer.
Snow-white tiles, curved small bridge fishing boats, cold autumn moon in cages and soft water clouds always give people an elegance and add a little warmth to meditation.
If I send Gui Xiang away again, my heart will flow into a clear spring, and I will wander in the jungle of light and shadow. No matter how old your thoughts and feelings are, you can't help this inexplicable temptation. You will remember the ebb and flow of the tide and miss the beauty.
Autumn leaves fall, just like crashing and shaking, falling from the sky, evoking childhood dreams and holding the tenderness of kissing Qiu Guang.
How can I miss you? Clusters of wild chrysanthemums on the cliff at the head of the village hung their heads and stretched out their long arms, full of smiles. No matter how harsh the wind and frost are, it is always plated with gold and silver, welcoming the wanderers from afar with a beautiful face, regardless of the distance between the rich and the poor, and not refusing the guests who come to the door, just like the graceful praise of Yi' an layman's "slow voice and slow language", even if the yellow flowers are gaunt everywhere, there are still.
The stone lion at the entrance of the old house is vaguely dreaming, waiting for an expectation, never bowing to the cold and hot, and never giving up the idea of expecting to return. Despite the wind and rain, he is still full of vitality, still feels the atmosphere of play, and can hear the gasps of breathing. Who says he only has a hard and cold heart?
Is that the fragrance of Yao Tao or the tranquility of Li Bai? The fountain of youth beside the old well has long been deeply imprinted in the soul of a virgin.
Once upon a time, the meditative Gu Yue was no longer a clear and plain stream; The first ray of sunshine at dawn has lost the charm of looking up, but the grazing of youth will still pick up chaos, collect time, and receive the purity embedded in the meager life. Still folding a kite and a kite rope, hovering empty, warm and thoughtful.
Singing "Drunken Flowers" for thousands of years, people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Rough cocoon hands, deep eyes, and that smile full of vicissitudes of life, the earth? Wild? Vulgar? Don't!
The root of man's territory and the indomitable strength of man are the cornerstone of cocoon hand and the support of cocoon hand's clean and jerk. Here, I accepted the inspiration of "sweat dripping on the earth" and understood the seemingly simple three Chinese characters "labor", "diligence" and "bitterness"; After experiencing nirvana and crossing in the real sense of life, I raised these hands, which everyone has, but they are different.
No such study is so practical, no such gaze is so warm. No matter how different these clear eyes are, one thing is the same, and that is sincerity. Love, tears overflow from here; Worried, thinking with tears; Tears come from crying, tears come from laughter, and a gully face is always crooked. It is that dark and kind face, with a flower smile, which is fixed into the belief of spiritual Buddha, silent, silently precipitating heavy, silently guarding life.
Care, miss so bitter!
The Unbearable Lightness of Life is just a piece of paper made in Cai Lun and a sentence made in Cang Xie!
Although they are as thin as cicada wings and as light as a feather, they are so monotonous, but the ideals and footprints woven with them, buried in the pile of old paper and thrown into the pen and ink pool, are not as impressive as everyone's autumn songs, nor as magnificent as Zhu Han's autumn songs. Although they can't be compared with Huai Su's leisure and Mi Fei's free and easy, not to mention the natural charm of the book saints, they have gradually dispersed into people's homes. In the disappearance, they still paint the sky as high as the sun and still write clouds.
Limited time flies, countless wanderings, farmland printing and dyeing harvest joy, classroom sowing books and laughter, the altar solemnly calls for justice, a paper and a painting, a word and a poem, a piece of emotion and a song, and an inch of heart is green. Miss the native pipa "Qiu Si on the dresser" and how many happy voices are silent; Whispering in autumn affects people of different colors, and they get drunk several times to stop the disorder of clouds; Surfing in Hong Tao, which lurks in the four seasons, is like "rolling the Yangtze River to the east" forever!
Paper flowers are as intoxicating as fruits, but flowers are for more people to watch, fruits are for more people to harvest, taste and enjoy, leaving only thoughts and memories for themselves. In fact, this gift of life, this gift of time is rich enough to soothe everything!
Autumn is the most considerate. Autumn sounds, words are really pronounced.
Miss, the slow pace around the heart garden, through the mottled lotus pond and flying over the autumn mountains, is like the fate of eternal doom, dialysis of water clouds with the soul, just to bring more beauty into the chest.
Missing, scattered among the masts in the south of the Yangtze River, in the smoke from the kitchen in the water town, lingering in the dormant mind, lingering on the edge of the lightly rubbed cloud, full of golden rice sweat, playing autumn colors. The sky, fog or dew always moistens the heart. At this moment, bright tears are in full bloom, and fresh heart rain is pouring down.
Dewdrops are deep and secluded, and cold smoke is cold. Emotion grows on the ridge of words, not on warm words.
Qingchou, can a pot of old wine be drunk at one time? Sadness, will it languish in a string of turbid tears? Seize the soul and shout loudly, but the response is only loneliness and lasting emptiness. Who doesn't need to be careful for you in the vast world and all sentient beings? Who doesn't have to remember your past?
Autumn should be an eternal totem, with the purity of bright eyes and the charm of flowers. Can abandon the bleak wind, graceful and chic; Can resist the cold of frost and break the sadness; Will isolate the injury of falling and enjoy the pleasure.
Struggle, what an exciting move! It's a pity that the rose in one day and the thunder in one season are not necessarily the bursting of life, but often the teasing of dead souls. "Nine days of eagle flying", Zuo Guo led the cloud hand, and he regretted it for the rest of his life. How can you understand the honor and disgrace of a mere piece of cloth? No tears, no thoughts. Jathyapple sent it to Dongli at dusk.
Why is Qiu Si one inch? The maturity of the valley, the aging of wine, colorful colors and dignified sounds all come from lightness and calmness. When all the dust settles, will the season in my heart still tremble?
Put away your thoughts and seal them gently.
Chapter 3: Think long and shallow in spring.
The spring breeze did not blow away my confused thoughts, and the swaying branches still loved the cold winter. Behind the heavy clothes, there are not only hurried figures, but also silent hearts. In the quiet of midnight, I always like to play some heartfelt thoughts with my fingers and keyboard to enrich the quiet of the night. I don't like this silence. At this moment, my heart will be unusually awake, and when I am awake, I will feel the slight pain left by the hair flying in the wind across my cheeks. It hurts, and I feel like crying.
A shadow fills my gradually blurred eyes.
If the cold at night can seal up the painful thoughts, I won't be afraid to meet you.
Once I accidentally set foot, I swam to the world you built with words, and slowly felt the warmth flowing out of your heart along that deep and shallow pen and ink. Reading your indifference, tasting your forbearance, guessing your warmth, guessing puzzles one by one, asking questions one by one, you have become an unsolvable rhyme in the middle of the night, and I quietly ponder. At that moment, I stopped and stopped with the moonlit night.
In the middle of the night, the little smile raised by the wind inexplicably disturbed my quiet heart lake. The early spring is slightly cold, and a faint heart fragrance warms the eyes of the night. The frequency of those heartbeats fills a small space in my heart. At that moment, I held your name tightly in my hand, which was very hot.
If, according to a person's discourse context, you can walk into his heart, how can I hide my red heart? Moonlight filled the window and lit up my messy thoughts.
Finally, you came in the moonlight, with the elegant charm of the ancient style, a clear voice, gentle eyes swinging through the night, and awakened a simple heart sleeping in the words.
Tightly, put your hand over the heart that was broken by Yuechan, smile quietly and avoid your deep eyes. Quietly pick a drop of dew at midnight, drop it into my budding heart, hold a ray of shallow forbearance, and let my heart plant the coolness under the moon.
How can my shallow pen and ink smear you? How can my digested shoulders resist the eternal growth and vicissitudes of the world of mortals?
I just want to keep a heart quietly and store you quietly.
The moment I picked up the pen, what flashed in my mind was the back of your departure. In a cool moonlight, I have a pen in my hand. How to fill the blank in your heart by writing? How to draw your heart so that you can't draw the ground on your back?
At night, with a faint chill, I picked up the words wet by moonlight, one by one. In the dim light of the window, a silent figure is reflected, staring at your direction in a silent manner.
Meeting is always beautiful. Even if it is slightly sad. At that moment, I felt a clear soul, the ink fragrance of the words blooming late at night, the unique pen end, full of the warmth of the words.
Perhaps, some thoughts have already infiltrated each other, and life is repeating, but only the drop of ink left at the fingertips will never be abandoned. In this sleepless midnight, thin the shallow thoughts into a beautiful poem to make up for your bright early spring. Accept my sincere greetings from willow in early spring.
Chapter four: Think long and hate long.
Think long and hate long. ................................................................................................................................................... In Shen Yuan's weeping willow, ........................ expressed her long-standing regret and endless love. What is lost is love, hate, affection, sadness, joy or sadness. Lu you had no idea, so he had to get drunk and be reluctant to go. When the wind came, Lu You woke up from an old dream. He couldn't help following Tang Wan's figure to the pond under the willow tree. He saw Tang Wan and Zhao Shicheng eating on the waterside pavilion of the pool. Vaguely see Tang Wan lower the head, frown. He stretched out his jade hand to drink tea intentionally or unintentionally, and drank slowly with Zhao Shicheng. This deja vu scene broke Lu You's heart. Yesterday's dream, today's delusion, today's resentment, all around my heart, I feel too much, so I began to write:
Red crisp hands, Huang Teng wine, mancheng spring willow;
East wind evil, thin heart,
A sad mood, staying away from the cable after a few years,
No, no, no.
Spring is the same, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and weak;
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion,
Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.
Momomo.
For thousands of years, the faint apologies of China literati have been waved away. Who says I don't recall the pain of the past in my later years? How does Shen Yuan's sentimental heart, which is unique to literati, bear Xu Xu's feelings? Where did the vows of eternal love go? A person remembers his broken heart and realizes that "the spring wave under the sad bridge was once a stunning photo", but he is tasting the pain of "the spring wave under the sad bridge was once a stunning photo". Finally, I know the heart of "the dream is broken and the fragrance disappears for forty years, and the old man in Shenyuan does not blow cotton". How many jubilant pictures love has left, and how many melancholy feelings have been shed. Why not return the card in my heart, Shen Yuan's love. That sad place, like the tattoo on Lu You's body, cannot be removed by the polishing of time and month. To future generations ..........
Nowadays, the feeling of being deeply grieved comes to our mind unconsciously. Who missed who for love? What can we regret when we know that everything is wrong? Who can our sighs call back, the years, for people or for ourselves? ...