Text/Xiaohong
So unconsciously, I resigned from Chunhua and entered the summer.
I slipped into the stream barefoot.
The water is gurgling, and the green has faded from the cold spring. Take a look at the Millennium old pagoda tree, and then look at He Quan's small bookstore, which is full of ink. Ye Er is charming and falls in love in summer. I wrapped myself in the mountains and gave up the idea that the earth was constantly being cut for chaotic reasons.
It is difficult to know the depth of human feelings when enjoying flowers and the moon.
I have been to cities and cities, and it is easy to cause trouble behind the prosperity.
Sweep away fatigue and go to the forest.
Look up at the green hills and sigh at the source of life.
Life is in a hurry, and it doesn't take many years to go back and forth.
Time flies, how much can I persist?
We always carry hope on our shoulders and smile.
In those silent times, I learned to be silent and waved. We don't make noise, we don't play.
Like to turn over books quietly,
Like to listen to a song in a loop,
Like to look around quietly,
I like to quietly look at a corner in a daze.
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Give your heart back to nature, give your heart back to Shan Ye, clean up the turbid black smoke that has been sucked into your lungs for many years, and get clear and clean air that doesn't make people suffocate.
Perhaps transformation is a kind of rebirth.
I am crazy about winter snow and autumn leaves. I was seduced by the appearance of snow and moved by the affection of autumn leaves. When the sun shines in, I find that the soil hidden behind the snow and the sadness behind the autumn leaves have fallen.
Wrong, wrong, how can you be moved into the so-called people's rivers and lakes?
Hiding in the tree-lined bookstore, looking for the long-forgotten answer, can I fall in love with it this summer?
I want to become a Millennium tree demon, entangled with mountains.
I want to be a thousand-year-old branch and fall in love with leaves.
This season, I just want to fall in love with summer and have a clean love.
The prosperity of the city is too noisy and the neon lights are too dazzling. I still want to choose a quiet place, a piece of pure land and a heart.
Simplicity is true, and silence is bliss.
Picked up a fallen leaf outside the bookstore, slightly yellowed and withered. Who knows how many storms it experienced, and finally it fell quietly, quietly, silently.
It experienced a lifetime of wind and rain and chose to land. What it wants is a little peace.
In summer, the mountains are quiet.
In summer, this stream is clean.
In summer, even the ink in the bookstore is silent.
The pace of the city is too busy to stop.
Today, I finally found a place to rest, made room for summer, fell in love with it, shook hands for a while and waved Ye Er.
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Xiaohong: Private owner, member of Chinese Dramatists Association, graduate of the 9th Adult Training Course of China Recitation Society; Member of Anhui Poetry Society, Anhui Prose and Essay Society and Bengbu Writers Association. I like writing in my spare time, and I have published many poems, essays and interviews with people in the paper media and online micro-journals inside and outside the province.