Zong Pu’s famous quotes
Sharing of Zong Pu’s famous quotes
The sparkling water of the five hundred miles of Dianchi Lake, the The undulating green forest sea on the Xing'an Mountains, the vast Hulunbuir grassland full of nameless flowers of all colors, and the steep Huashan Mountain that can touch the sky with your hands? How many interesting thoughts have it given people and how many have they inspired them? Changing feelings.
For an article to move people, you must first move yourself, feel what you feel, and say what you say. Sincerity comes first.
In the howling north wind, I always feel the breath of life. Almost always when it's the coldest, a faint cool fragrance quietly drifts in. That's when the narcissus blooms. The small flowers either look up or nod, looking so detached and leisurely among the green leaves. The flower has a light yellow center and plain white petals. If it is single, it will be particularly refreshing. The simple lines of the flower surface are filled with innocence.
The February orchid daubed randomly among the green grass is worthy of special mention. It was a wild flower, light purple mixed with milky white, as if a layer of light was emerging from the flower, undulating and beating with the gentle breeze, full of freshness, vitality and vitality. It's almost impossible to leave. Purple has undergone changes in famous species, and finally it is wisteria. The purple color of the wisteria is more dignified, but also has a faint light, flowing slowly among the green leaves. At this time, you can't help but realize that spring is old.
The snowy scenery as far as the eye can see is certainly beautiful, but it rarely snows in recent years. Winter colors are often gray and blurry. On a clear day, I stand by the Weiming Lake and look around. The sky is very blue at high altitudes, getting lighter and lighter toward the edge. It turns bright white, with dead branches and outlines of houses showing various postures.
The colors of autumn feel fulfilling and rich. The flowers of hibiscus are purple or white, the flowers of crape myrtle are purple or red, the flowers of canna are of various colors, and the hosta flowers are pure white. The most interesting thing about autumn is the change of leaves. A row of tall ginkgo trees on the north side of the pond under Linhuxuan has turned into a high golden wall in autumn. The fallen leaves on the ground are also golden, and you can't help but have endless reveries when you step on them.
There are so many dreams in youth and so many geniuses in this world. There is no need to care about and arrange, just get what you have now.
There are cypresses on the green mausoleum and stones in the Leilei stream. Life between heaven and earth is suddenly like a traveler from afar.
Every day, the glass of wine is full, the flowers in the small garden are blooming, and I sing and dance to my heart's content, without restraint or hindrance.
It has been a week since the first flower appeared and withered. But other flowers are coming one after another. The round buds and blooming flowers are held up by handles and float on the green waves.
Suddenly I felt that this was a flower from a fairy tale. Holding it, any wish would come true. Because what you hold is the courage to face all hardships.
The green spring is here again. Look at the color of the willows on the streets. All the life in the world is gathered there, isn’t it? Those young eyes are as bright as those!
The bare tree trunks carved narrow lines into the sky.
Can't escape the red light of urgent decoction, and can't swallow the bento rice worm, which is a fishy smell.
Entrust your heart to the country, drive your body forward, and bury your soul in your homeland.
There are more than a dozen flowers in bloom, and the whole courtyard is filled with fragrance. It's not the fragrance of cloves, not the sweet fragrance of osmanthus, nor the fragrance of lotus. Its fragrance is relatively strong and seems to have a refreshing effect. Pick a few flowers and put them in a water basin with stones, and the fragrance will spread in the room, making people feel less lazy and alert: autumn is coming.
There is a small piece of land outside my door. There were two rows of flowers, but now they have formed one green field, completely covering the ground. In the dim light of morning or the hazy dusk, a handful of white flowers rise up, vaguely like white sails on the green waves, sailing to nowhere.
I like flowers, but I don’t have the leisure to take care of them. Because of his self-awareness, he does not invite famous flowers to stay, but only plants and flowers from time to time. There is a kind of sunflower, also known as the sunflower, which is colorful when it blooms and looks great among the grass. I planted it several times without success. Even if you can't die, you will be sown to death. We often laugh at ourselves like this.
This flower has a very strong vitality. No matter how you plant it, it will always survive.
It doesn't pick the place or the soil, and it especially likes the shade. It gives the sunshine to others, which is very humility. It is said that the petals can be used as medicine. Some people came to ask for the leaves and wanted to smash them to treat athlete's foot. I say it is a downward comparison in life and an upward comparison in work. It is a kind of hairpin spirit.
It seems that the Spring Festival has just passed, and there is no time to do anything. It is already a long summer weather, making people feel as lazy as a cat. The family had not yet packed their summer clothes, when suddenly they saw the round, snow-white sticks of the hosta sticking out from the crowded broad green leaves. I was surprised at first, and then felt sad. Once this flower blooms, it will be the beginning of autumn in a few days. From now on, it will be the end of summer, white dew, autumnal equinox, and cold dew. After the frost, it will be the beginning of winter.
On the street in the city, amid the hustle and bustle of dust, two pieces of white snow suddenly appeared, which suddenly made people's eyes brighten. After looking carefully, they realized that they were two rows of lilac flowers. In some houses, half-trees with silver branches peek out, and small, star-like flowers adorn the treetops. Peeping at passers-by from the walls, prompting people to look back after they pass by.
Memories are like a red-hot iron, burning him time and time again. He had long admitted that he didn't understand Xiuchun well enough. He couldn't keep up with her clever and ghostly ideas and ever-changing emotions. Sometimes when she was alive, she was like a phantom, with only the back side, a phantom floating far away.
The spring reds have faded here, and there are no crowds of people admiring the flowers, nor are there any bees or butterflies. All there is is this tree's shining, blooming vines. The flowers are clustered next to each other, one after another, pushing and squeezing each other, so lively and lively!
Humanity is a beautiful thing, but I never knew that I have always been sick and unbearable. The war is boiling and the country is worried. The rain and clouds are rolling, and I am unwilling to bow my head. I hold my broken bowl and follow the fate. Yoyo! Create a few mirages and drink a few glasses of stupid wine. I want to put the universe in a gourd, and I can only keep a bald pen forever.
The author and the reader are spiritually connected, and without this connection, writing would become a monologue.