The rain that warms the country has never turned into a cold, hard and brilliant snowflake. Well-informed people think he is monotonous. Does he feel unhappy? The snow in Jiangnan is very beautiful. That's the news of youth that is still looming, and it's the skin of a very strong virgin. In the snowfield, there are blood-red camellias, single-petal plum blossoms with dark green in white and wintersweet with dark yellow chin; There are cool green weeds under the snow. Hu Die did not; I really can't remember whether bees come to collect honey from camellia and plum blossoms. But my eyes seem to see flowers blooming in the snow in winter, and many bees are busy flying. I can hear their buzzing sound.
Children's hands, red with cold, are like purple bud ginger, and seven or eight of them get together to make snow arhats. Because it was unsuccessful, whose father also came to help. Lohan is much taller than children, although it is only a bunch of small tops and big bottoms, and finally it is unclear whether it is a gourd or a Lohan; But it's white and bright, and it's glued together with its own water, and the whole ground shines. The children made his eyes with longan seeds and stole rouge from his mother's powder and put it on his lips. This time it's really a big arhat. He just sat in the snow with burning eyes and red lips.
The next day, several children came to see him and asked him. By the way, he clapped his hands, nodded and smiled. But he finally sat alone. Sunny days come to soothe his skin again, and cold nights freeze him and turn him into opaque crystals; The continuous sunny days made him wonder what it was, and the rouge on his mouth gradually faded.
However, after the northern snowflake flies, it will always be the same as powder and sand. They will never stick together and scatter on the house, the ground and the hay. That's it. The snow on the house has already been digested because the fire in the house is warm. In addition, on a sunny day, a whirlwind suddenly came. It flew vigorously and gave off dazzling light in the sun, such as fog with flames, which whirled up and filled the space, making the space whirl up and flicker.
In the boundless wilderness, under the cold sky, the shining soul of rain is spinning and rising. ...
Yes, it is lonely snow, dead rain and the soul of rain.
My castle in the air, Li Lewei.
The mountain is like a forehead, and the hut is like a mole on the forehead.
Very fresh and natural, my hut is delicately located at a gentle angle on the ridge.
There are many beautiful things in the world that need some embellishment, and so do mountains. The appearance of the hut broke the loneliness of the mountain and increased the content of the scenery. With the hut on the mountain, it is like a boat floating across the boundless water, with a little life and a little mood in the vast sky.
The hut is decorated with mountains. What will the hut be decorated with? That's a tree!
There is a pure green non-flowering tree on the mountain; Flowers are beautiful, and the beauty of trees is not inferior to flowers. Flowers are like human faces and trees are like human gestures. The beauty of a tree lies in its clear posture, slender posture, graceful posture, vitality and full of energy. With so many trees, the hut has many characteristics. This tree is always swaying gently. The movement of trees shows the tranquility of the hut; The height of the tree shows the narrowness of the hut; The reason why the hut is unique and outstanding is that the trees all over the mountain have arranged a wonderful green background for the hut.
There is a big tree above the roof behind the hut, with thin and dense branches and leaves stretching on it, and the beautiful and heavy shade covers the hut. This tree gives people another impression of the hut, which is subtle and elegant.
On the other hand, the close-up view changed to the distant view, but the hut changed its position and appeared in other trees. This angle is far from the foot of the mountain. The first thing I saw was the trees in front of the hut, which covered the hut, revealing only some architectural lines, a lively upturned eaves and a row of neat patterned roof tiles among the trees.
A piece of blue, that is the wall; They are all white. That's the window. My hut looms among the trees, rises from the ground and has an elegant posture. Essentially a house; Formally, it is like a bird and a butterfly, perched on a branch, light and free!
The cabin is limited by land. On the "territory", there is only a limited point. On the limited land, the house is smaller than the land, the garden is smaller than the house and the road in the garden is smaller than the garden. This path is my pocket garden avenue. The antonym of "territory" is "airspace", but it is infinite, enough to lift a thousand miles and pitch the world, with green hills on the left and green fields on the right. Suitable for spiritual walking and eye swimming, this is what the ancients said. This infinite "airspace" is my open-air yard.
A tangible wall surrounds some flowers, such as wisteria, Chinese rose, morning glory and poinsettia. The arc connecting heaven and earth is another invisible fence, also surrounded by some flowers, flowery, flaky, red, white, gorgeous and falling. Maybe it's a peony, or a peony rewarded by God. We call it cloud or summer.
The air on the mountain is particularly fresh, and the fresh air makes me feel fragrant!
The light is bright, and the light in the hut is bright, because the house is small and there are many windows. The exception is dawn or dusk, when there is only a glimmer of light, a kind of softness and tranquility on the mountain. The hut is in the embrace of the mountain, just like in the bud, which slowly opens a little bit, as if the mountain had retreated a little bit. The mountain didn't move, because the light intensified, but it reached the foot of the mountain in the morning. When the petals are slightly gathered. That's when night comes. The light in the hut is higher than the temporality of science and the romanticism of literature.
The mountain environment is independent and quiet. Being in the cabin is to enjoy the happiness of the world, to enjoy enough sleep and a beautiful dream every day.
The main service road is a mountain road similar to Suhua Highway, facing the green sea with undulating rice waves and high slopes. Mountain roads and slopes are not convenient for driving, but they are convenient for us to walk. Going out, the cabin is the starting point of my happiness; When I come back, the cabin is the final destination of my happiness. Wandering back and forth between happiness and happiness, where is the hard road? I just feel that going out is as light as a fly, and the mountain road automatically retreats; When I came back, I jumped over those slopes with a little excitement. I named the hillside the ladder of happiness, and the mountain road was called the air corridor by me!
I regard everything I use as art, and the first work of art in my life is the hut. It's clear during the day and hazy at night. Every dark night, there are thousands of bright lights at the foot of the mountain, and scattered lights shine on the mountain. The lights at the foot of the mountain illuminate the darkness, and the lights on the mountain illuminate the darkness, as light as smoke and as light as fog, and the shadows in the mountains are ethereal.
The hut disappeared into the fog. It is no longer a clear hut, but a castle in the air under the smog, the starry sky and the moon shadow!
This castle in the air occupies a convenient position, which can save a lot of interior design and other decorations. ""Although I don't keep birds, there are birds singing every morning.
There is no need to hang photos. There is a huge painting outside the door-it's called nature.
& lt& lt Lanting >>
Lanting, which inhabits the south of the Yangtze River, is like an empty valley and a secluded orchid, with ethereal threads flowing in the south of the Yangtze River, full of misty poetry in the south of the Yangtze River, and proudly hidden in Zhulan Mountain. Lanting, a collection of the aura of the Millennium sun and moon, precipitates the elegance of the Millennium years, and is scholarly and inky.
The charm of Lanting is not only because of the quiet and bright landscape of bamboo forest, but also because of its profound history and culture. Mountains, forests, bamboos, and clear water, rapids, reflected around. "The bamboo shadow is clear and the blue sky is as quiet as the wind." In this book, Wang Xizhi of the Eastern Jin Dynasty wrote the famous Preface to Lanting Collection, which made Lanting famous all over the world. The Preface to the Orchid Pavilion is devoted to the profound experience and rational thinking of a generation of literati on life, and its rhyme and ink imprint is full of profound humanistic spirit, which makes future generations marvel! Lanting, a collection of exquisite landscapes, exclusive titles and rich historical and cultural accumulation, is immortal.
The vicissitudes of life are like Lanxi water flowing. The years in the empty valley are eternal forever, and the Millennium cycle is only in an instant! I vaguely returned to Lanting in my dream. The mood is undisguised, listening to the refreshing flute, attached to it, and my thoughts are full of immersion.
Lanting, as if from the day it existed, will remain in my memory forever, which is deja vu. I once walked into Lanting on a misty morning, strewn at random with mountains and rivers and rhyming orchid bamboo.
There are beautiful Lanting in the south of the Yangtze River, quiet bamboo forests, gurgling streams, green patches, misty rain and picturesque scenery. When the wind blows through the bamboo forest and the strings rustle, you can smell the fresh and moist fragrance in the air, and the flowers and books are mixed together. Walking on the bamboo path of Lanting, I feel relaxed and happy.
The mist woven by the lingering drizzle and the misty mist floating in the valley make the landscape, bamboo forest and flowers and plants smart in nothingness, and the green bamboo forest plays with nature in the rain, just like a fairyland. Lanting in misty rain is poetic and ethereal. I really appreciate the pure and quiet Lanting Yuge in drizzle.
The water in the goose pond is crystal clear. Shangliu Pavilion is simple and desolate. In front of the pavilion, there is a clear and winding stream flowing, and bluestones are stacked on the shore. Raindrops fall in the water and make ripples. "Qushui flows, singing and laughing, talking about love, believing in coke". /kloc-The scene more than 0/000 years ago seems to be reflected in a stream.
Lanting, with its unique quietness and purity, is stained with the simplicity and elegance of thousands of years, and has a thousand-year-old drunken book left by Wang Xizhi's chanting of the romantic moon, which keeps my thoughts in it. Lanting, isn't your serenity, your free and easy, and your pure ethereal spirit what I've been looking for?
The prosperity of summer is fading away, and the sky is clear and far away. I like the tranquility and clarity of autumn, the melancholy and maturity of autumn, and the profound charm of autumn.
The ethereal and cool autumn wind gently brushed the dress, and the fallen leaves knew the autumn. Alone in the autumn wind, I still smell the fragrance of deja vu, which is the lingering fragrance of autumn chrysanthemum leaves, ethereal and clear.
Stroll through the autumn rain to relieve troubles. I appreciate the elegance and elegance of autumn, which is elegant and poetic. "The white dew is frost, and the so-called Iraqis are on the water side." I prefer to imagine Qiu as a delicate woman coming out of the ink painting in the south of the Yangtze River, light as a cloud, pure and beautiful, smiling like a flower. This taste is only available in clear autumn.
Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke and green waves.
The beauty of autumn is deep, quiet and clear. It is not as beautiful and charming as spring, as warm as summer, nor as cold as winter. However, in my heart, clear autumn is the most beautiful, and I would like to soak my life in the charming clear autumn. Autumn has mature meaning, thoughtful introversion, poetic atmosphere, yearning mood and indifferent realm ... Autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and Ming Che is far-reaching. In autumn, the wind is clear and the clouds are light, and the moon stars are rare. This lonely and misty autumn makes me intoxicated!
Who is gently sad in the autumn rain, who is gently blowing the strings in the autumn wind? Who is walking in the autumn rain in Wu Tong, who is leaning against the west window and curling the west wind? Autumn wind blows gently, autumn rain falls quietly, quietly, quietly. When the clear autumn is drifting away, I may be a little disappointed in my heart, and I don't want to leave the clear autumn, just like I don't want to be a confidant. ......
& lt& lt Quiet moonlit night >>
Quiet summer nights and clear winds always give me a feeling of tranquility. The bright moonlight pours like soft water and clear light, which means peace and harmony. Moonlight is soft and transparent, light and elegant.
I like to use moonlight to precipitate my mood, such as water moonlight, which I can drink. Open the window, let the moonlight flow quietly on the skin, and the light and elegant charm and fresh emotional appeal naturally flow in the heart. If you practice moonlight, your mood will become clear and soft in the moonlight, and suddenly all kinds of touches and beauty in your life will be vivid.
Once, I snuggled up in my grandmother's arms and counted the stars, enjoying the clear and quiet moonlight in the countryside leisurely.
Once, in Jingjing campus, I had a heart-to-heart talk with my classmates in the clear moonlight, and I realized the beauty and sadness of the past.
Once, in the moonlight like water, you and I went boating on Taihu Lake, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the world in the shadow of paddle lights, moonlight and lake water. The clear lake and the ethereal piano sound made me indulge in the gentle feelings of Jiangnan, and I didn't know where to go.
The flowers on the wall are moving, and it is suspected that the jade man is coming. Zhang Sheng meets Yingying, waiting for the west wing of the moon, and the guqin passes on meditation, waiting for the beautiful woman under the moon. Classical beauty. The bright moon is dyed in the west window, and the faint thoughts are also filled.
In the fleeting time, the moonlight is beautiful in the classical meaning and today's romance, bringing people infinite meditation and carefree intoxication.
The clear moonlight attracted me. I put on my clothes and went out. I stepped on the moonlight like water and slowly walked into the garden. Gardenia flower bathed in moonlight, cold dew, like a curtain of Qingyuan dream. Bamboo shadows dance lightly with the rhyme, like water and moonlight passing through, reflecting the brightness of the bright moon. Everything is full of agility in the moonlight. Secular noise and impetuousness, hesitation and hesitation, all melt in this moonlight. Suddenly enlightened, suddenly enlightened.
Like moonlight, you can drink it. It's like water flowing by, you can feel it.
Stand quietly on the garden path and listen to the silence. ...
Whispers of autumn
Although winter has come to us, the feeling of autumn remains in my heart and cannot be erased.
Autumn is beautiful. Autumn is crisp, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the leisurely clouds, the blue sky and the rich fruits constitute her quiet, indifferent, mature and unique autumn beauty.
Cho, you are no longer weak. From the spotless sky to the "wandering" white clouds, there is a unique dullness and harmony in autumn.
In autumn, the most touching thing is her picturesque dusk. As the sun sets, the fiery red sun shines on everything, and red makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. Twilight ended everything, immersed in it, like a fantasy, like a dream, like a painting in front of you, but what ripples in your heart is a mature beauty.
On the tree-lined path, golden fallen leaves spread a golden carpet, and the leaves rustled when stepping on it, as if playing clayderman's classic Whispering in Autumn. At this time, the evening breeze blew to me with a slow coolness. He caressed my cheek, which was very comfortable. But at this time, I have been in another world, a world full of autumn, where the air is full of fallen leaves, and there is a voice that has been echoing in my ears, that is, the whispering of autumn, the rustling autumn, the quiet sunset and the golden Woods.
Autumn is full, and after the fiery passion of summer, it is transformed into gentle autumn and dedicated to people. All the so-called so-called praises are isolated from the accidents in autumn, leaving a full autumn atmosphere.
At this point, I remembered Roland's words, "Seeking truth from the mature season is also a cold season. She has experienced the prosperity of spring and is no longer proud of being praised and spoiled. He left everything outside the faint Qiu Guang and just wanted to be an idle, distant and unreachable autumn.
This sentence deeply shocked me. Isn't the true meaning of autumn a true portrayal of life?
One's life cannot be spent in applause. If a person's life is spent in honor, then it is impossible to realize the true meaning and value of life. People's life always moves from naivety to maturity, from emptiness to enrichment, and so does the process of life, which is destined to move from high-profile excitement to tranquility and peace. No matter how many honors you won yesterday, no matter how brilliant you are today, you will eventually be dull, but this dullness does not mean being buried and doing nothing. She is a spiritual world beyond feelings. This mediocrity is an extraordinary realm, this spiritual realm is the fusion of mediocrity and brilliance, and it is a free and easy feeling without any embellishment.
This is the true meaning of life.
This is the eternal beauty of autumn.
I love autumn, so I relax and praise it I didn't realize the true meaning of autumn until today, because only when you really blend into the ordinary will you know what autumn is and what autumn is. ...
This is the art and magic of autumn.