1. Inspirational:

The bloom of poignant beauty

——Notes on tasting flowers on the roof

The teaching building and office building of a private primary school They are connected, and there are twenty or thirty pots of flowers on the roof. However, because the location is relatively high, and you have to pass by the door of the principal's office when you go up, you usually don't notice this beautiful scenery at all.

By chance, I was bored during the long vacation, and I accidentally met these beautiful fairies!

Although the flowers are beautiful, there are not many types.

There are various kinds of snapdragons. Its flowers look a bit like sesame flowers, but are twice as large. Upon closer inspection, it looks like two tightly closed lips. There are two petals connected together on the top, and three petals connected together on the bottom. You can see the center of the sesame flower, but not that of the snapdragon - the upper and lower lips of the flower are tightly connected, as if they were originally grown together. If you don't open some, you can't even see its stamens. Because of this, this flower is called labiata in biology. The flowers come in various colors, including pink, golden, yellow with red, red with yellow, white as jade...and so on. They are neatly arranged on a flower stem, and the petals are all facing towards the flower stem. Blooming in one direction. There are about five to ten flowers on each branch, and the flowers of various colors are arranged together, which is really beautiful.

There is another kind of flower whose leaves look like there are many small bubbles hidden under the leaves, a bit like the leaves of rape, and a bit like the leaves of Rehmannia glutinosa. The flowers are about purple-red, but they have faded, leaving only the flower stalks standing empty.

There is also a kind of leaf-viewing flower. The stems are divided into sections, and each section only grows one leaf. The leaves are very beautiful, like bamboo leaves. It is stubbornly emerging among the weeds!

The most regrettable thing is that the cacti here grow tenaciously in the drought-stricken flower pots and spit out countless flower buds, but none of them are in full bloom. There are also red fruits, which have already opened. There was a cactus with about five or six flower buds on it, but unfortunately they were all closed shyly. It seems I came at the wrong time!

There are also chrysanthemums, just a lush green.

The cactus has bloomed, the snapdragons are blooming enthusiastically, and the chrysanthemums are still quietly nurturing: there is no shortage of floral fragrance on the roof all year round. But the sad thing is: Has anyone paid attention to, appreciated, or tasted these?

Perhaps some industrious bees came and tapped the once-closed sepals of the flowers, and some flowers opened their wonderful doors after hearing the knocking sound, showing their beautiful smiling faces to the handsome bees. , there may have been a sweet classic dialogue between them - but now everything has disappeared with the wind at the end of the sky, leaving only the spots of brown bee droppings on the red fruits of the cactus!

Perhaps a graceful butterfly will fly over, wake up the sleeping flower buds with the first ray of sunshine in the morning, tell it the news of warm spring, and tell it that as long as you are willing, you can bloom like a flower. The sunset is just as beautiful. Maybe the butterflies whisper to the flowers as much as the drizzle falling from the sky, but these have disappeared without leaving any traces.

Maybe there are affectionate birds, maybe there are singing insects, even mole crickets, and even scarab beetles. But on this high rooftop, in this remote town, in this rolling mountains, in this remote western Hubei, you are blooming quietly, and how many living beings are listening and feeling?

I can only bloom for the sky, for the white clouds, for the breeze, for the tables and chairs with broken legs in the distance, for the cracked cement fragments on the ground, and for the surrounding nothingness. Look at the misty air... I have been here before, and I have thanked you before, but no one knows how sad this is. What's unfair is why other flowers can bloom in the capital, but I can only embrace loneliness for the rest of my life!

When the flowers bloom, who appreciates them; when the flowers fall, who pities them? I asked myself, I asked myself...but the only thing that always lingers is the question!

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2. Cherish time:

Cherish time

Two thousand years ago, a philosopher stood by the river, facing the endless flow of the river, thinking of the passing time and things, and issued an exclamation that has been passed down through the ages: the dead are like a man.

Time is the most ordinary and the most precious. Money can't buy it, status can't keep it. "Time is the material that makes up a person's life." Everyone's life is limited. Likewise, the lively time is also limited. It passes minute by minute and fleetingly.

However, time is precious. Although it limits people's lives, people can make full use of it in their limited lives. Mr. Lu Xun said that time is twenty-four hours a day, but one day brings wisdom and strength to the hard-working people, but only leaves regret to the lazy people.

I think this sentence vividly describes how successful people cherish every minute and make brilliant achievements, while failed people muddle along and kill time just because they hold the idea of ??"being a monk and ringing the clock for a day". The time here is long and meaningless, but when they look back, they realize that time is like running water and will never come back, and they realize that time is precious. It can be said that "if a young man does not work hard, an old man will be sad"!

Throughout the ages, many people have lamented that time is fleeting, so they sighed and said: "Time is like an arrow, urging people to grow old, and the sun and the moon are like shuttles, chasing young people." Indeed, the flow of time is really hard to estimate and indescribable. When a tree dies, it has a chance to become green again; when a flower withers, it has a chance to bloom again; when a swallow goes, it has a chance to come back; however, if a person's life ends and his limited time is used up, there will be no more Resurrection, a chance to save. Just like "Flowers will bloom again, but people will never be young again." Time goes by step by step and never goes back. And this is telling us not to waste our precious time, but to cherish time, cherish life, use every minute and every second, and don't waste it. Just like what Zhu Ziqing said: When I wash my hands, the days pass by the basin; when I eat, the days pass by the rice bowl; when I am silent, the days pass by the condensed eyes. I feel that time is passing by so quickly, and when I reach out my hand to hold it, it passes by my holding hand again; when it gets dark, I lie on the bed, and it strides over my body and flies away from my feet in a smart way. . When I open my eyes and see the sun again, another day has slipped away. I hid my face and sighed, but the shadow of the new days began to flash through my sigh again. This sentence writes that time is passing all the time, and we should take advantage of the passing moments. "Future", "present" and "past" are the pace of time: "future" approaches melancholy; "present" disappears as fast as an arrow; "past" stops forever. In the great universe, life is just a flash like a shooting star; in the infinite river, life is just a tiny wave. Teachers and classmates, let us cherish the most precious thing in life---time!

3. Youth:

Youth

All endings have been written

All tears have also begun

But suddenly I forgot how it started

In that ancient summer that will never come back

No matter how I try to pursue it

And your smiling face was extremely light

Gradually disappearing into the mist after sunset

Open the yellowed title page

Fate has bound it extremely poorly

I read it again and again with tears in my eyes

But I have to admit

Youth is a book that is too hasty

Song of Youth (prose)

Blocking the Wind

When we wear wings full of sunshine , when you are in the station of youth, with surging blood and hands that welcome the sun, when you push open the door of light and hope. So the end of all journeys to find youth becomes a new beginning.

The journey of youth has given us too many pursuits. Finding and experiencing the light of youth has become a vow in our hearts. We have carried our ideals on our backs countless times and set out with the sound of the midnight bell to pursue the glory of youth. Maybe we still have nothing, maybe the road to youth is still very long, and maybe the way forward will be full of ups and downs and thorns. But we can use our ideals as our warp and our actions as our latitude, and work tirelessly towards our distant goals.

In the tunnel of time, we hope to use our sharp eyes to drill out the blue sky, and let our excited hearts shoot through the endless sky like sharp arrows, high and far into the universe. I hope that all travelers who are looking for youth like us will carry their luggage and worship devoutly towards a distant and holy destination until the last moment of their lives.

The call of youth makes our belief in hiking firmly rooted in our hearts, and the path of pursuit under our feet grows like grass. We blew the horn of youth and headed over the mountains and ridges desperately, heading towards our destination as always. Just like a fish falling in love with water, the green color of life chases the sun.

Looking for the home of youth, we have no choice. When we use our hard work, sweat and surging blood to create an ideal text to record or express the indispensable pursuit in life. All the hardships experienced fell into the soil like falling snowflakes.

Once upon a time, we asked ourselves, is it because of the call of youth that the long river of life surges prematurely? He even used his flying wings to attack wind, rain, thunder and lightning. Is it because of the call of youth that the blooming ideal flowers stick to the shore of life and decorate it? It even blooms with bright colors and becomes a beautiful scenery in people's eyes.

Don’t forget that many words are not sincere. In fact, many journeys of youth come by boat and go with the waves. Just like a camel team on an expedition, keep in mind that the road ahead is still long and far away. If you shake the jingling camel bells, you will know that the distance ahead is immeasurable. The process of crossing is the proof of pursuit.

The bell of hope rings the dawn sky, and I believe that the sunshine every morning will make the sky bright. I believe that the light of youth is shining brightly and will surely illuminate the path of unremitting pursuit of aspiring young people.

Let us join hands and travel through the years under the sun, speed up the pace of youth, and light up the ideal light hanging in our hearts. Sing a song of youth with your true love.

4. Work hard:

Take away the key

He met her on the train, he sat opposite her, he was a painter. He had been painting her, and when he gave her the drawing, they learned that they lived in the same city as each other. Within two weeks, she knew he was the love of her life.

That year, she became a bride, which was like realizing a dream. It felt so good. However, married life is like a struck match. Once it is polished, there is no more light. He is informal, does not care about cleanliness, and is not good at socializing. He advocates freedom and likes to be unrestrained. Although she is as well-behaved as the Lamb of God, he still feels that marriage constrains him. But they still love each other, and he has good character and never flirts with women.

She divorced him in tears, but took away the keys to the house. She no longer cared about his disheveled hair, what time he rested, where he went or who he was with, she just cleaned the room and cleaned up the garbage as always. He is also used to her visiting intermittently, and loves her more romantically than in marriage. She enjoys candlelight dinners, hiking trips, and rose beds not in love and marriage, but now. Except that the bright red marriage certificate turned into a dark green divorce certificate, they were no different from a couple.

Later, he finally became a famous artist, and the paintings piled high by feet turned into dozens of colorful banknotes. She helped him run the business, manage and spend his money. They lived like that until he was diagnosed with terminal cancer. When he was dying, he held her hand and asked her why she would stay with him all her life without regrets. She told him that love lasts much longer than marriage. When the marriage ends, love does not, so she will stay with him for the rest of his life.

Yes, love is longer than the length of marriage. After marriage ends, love can continue. Love does not depend on the form of marriage, but on the content.

2. The Broken Vase

He and she were college classmates. He came from a remote rural area, and she came from a prosperous city. His father was a farmer and her father was a manager. In addition to these, no one did not say that they were a perfect match. Despite the strong opposition of her family, they finally came together.

He is a candidate for targeted assignment and can only return to the predetermined unit after graduation. She gave up the job her father had found and followed him back to his county. He works as a clerk in the bureau, and she teaches in a middle school, leading a hard but peaceful life. In today's world of materialistic desires, this kind of love is no less than a Hollywood "classic".

It was very cold that day. She dragged her body with a bad cold and worked at school to make up for the students who had missed classes. She called him and asked him to go home early and cook. But when she returned home tired and hungry, he was not there. The house was cold and there was no sign of people. Just as she was about to get up to cook, he came back. She asked him where he was and he said that since she couldn't come back to cook, he went out to eat. She was very sad and walked into the bedroom with tears in her eyes. When she walked past the coffee table, the corner of her skirt scraped off the vase on the coffee table. The vase fell to the ground and broke. Half a year later, she left the county and returned to the bustling city.

This is marriage, strong yet fragile. Just like a beautiful vase, placed in a suitable position, it can withstand the weathering of the years, but as long as it is touched lightly and dropped to the ground, it may become countless pieces.

3. Dripping window eaves

He and she were childhood sweethearts, so familiar with each other that their breathing frequencies were similar. As time goes by, marriage becomes dull and depressing. She knew that he was considerate and good-hearted, but she still felt dissatisfied. She asked him: "Why don't you have any interest at all?" He smiled awkwardly: "How can you be considered interesting?" Later, she wanted to leave him. He asked: "Why?" She said: "I hate this stagnant life." He said: "Then let God decide. If it rains tonight, it is God's will that brings us together." Here we are. At night, as soon as she fell asleep, she heard the sound of raindrops hitting the window. She was shocked, was it really raining? She got up and walked to the window. Water was dripping on the glass. She looked at the night sky, but it was full of stars! She climbed to the top of the building and oh my god! He was pouring water downstairs one ladle at a time. Her heart moved and she hugged him gently from behind.

Marriage needs a bit of fun. It is like an oasis in the desert, making our tired eyes feel hope and beauty, and appropriately giving the "left hand" and "right hand" a fresh feeling.

4. The last trip

He is a design engineer, and she is the head teacher of the middle school graduating class. Both of them missed the best season of love, and later they were introduced by others. And get to know each other. There is no earth-shattering process, just get along calmly and get married naturally.

On the third day after his marriage, he went to the workplace to work overtime. In order to catch up with the project, he would even work all night and stay away from home for several days and nights. She is busy with the management of the graduating class and often comes home late. For their respective careers, they are like two tops, spinning at high speed on their own orbits.

After seeing off her graduating class, she began to re-examine her life and her marriage. She became confused and didn’t know how much she felt in his heart. She seemed not to remember that he said he loved her. he.

One day, she asked him if he loved her, and he said, "Of course, otherwise, how could we get married." She asked him why he didn't say he loved her, and he said he didn't know how to say it. She took out the written divorce agreement, and he was stunned and said, "Then let's go on a trip. I didn't even accompany you on our honeymoon. I owe you so much."

They went to Qifengyi Stone Zhangjiajie. The rainy weather matched their gloomy mood. Walking on the winding mountain road, she noticed that he always walked on the outside. She asked him why, and he said that the road was too slippery. He was afraid that the fence on the outside was not strong and that something might happen to her. Accidentally fell. Her heart suddenly felt warm, and she tore up the divorce agreement when she got home.

Many times, love is buried deep in the heart, especially love during marriage. It is plain and indescribable, but it really exists.

5. Dried radish

There is an old couple living downstairs. The man is a retired department-level cadre, and the woman was the chief physician of a large hospital before she retired. One of their two children is a mid-level cadre in a certain bureau, and the other is studying abroad.

One evening in autumn, I saw the old lady drying radishes. I was surprised, do families like hers still use their own vegetables to eat? I asked her: "Aunt Zhang, do you still have pickles at your house?" The old lady was very charming and smiled with happiness on her face. She said: "Your uncle Wang loves to eat the radish pickles I made. He will eat them all his life." Not enough. In the past, no matter how busy I was at work, I had to wait for him to dry the vegetables. What’s more, now that I’m retired, I have plenty of time.”

Looking at the old man turning vegetables, I suddenly remembered Mr. Lin Yutang’s famous saying: If you love someone, follow him. Stomach rises. For those marriages that have gone through decades of ups and downs, love may really fall in the bowl, on the "dried radish".

Not every love is earth-shattering. In fact, simplicity is a state of marriage.

6. The Scenery Around You

Like many families, they once loved each other so passionately, but as the years went by, he began to become indifferent, which is probably what people often say. Let's call it "aesthetic fatigue". The passion is getting less and less, and the mind begins to drift.

He started surfing the Internet, chatting on QQ, looking for fresh feelings in the virtual world. One day, he saw a short article signed "Falling Maple Leaf" on a website, which was about a woman's disappointment in marriage and life. The beautiful words and the hint of sadness flowing through them deeply moved him. He didn't understand, how could her husband not cherish a woman with such delicate and rich feelings? He couldn't help but look through the woman's registration information, only to find that the registered mailbox actually spelled out his wife's name. He was suddenly relieved. Isn't his wife's name exactly "Feng"? How could I forget that my wife was once the president of the literary club in college, but marriage made her forget many of her hobbies.

He walked into the kitchen and put his hands around his wife's waist from behind: "Let's go for a walk after dinner." His wife's shoulders trembled slightly: "The sun comes out from the west? You don't go online anymore? He turned to his wife and looked at her pretty face: "I will walk with you every day from now on."

"I don't know the true face of Mount Lu just because I am in this mountain." People often say. There is no scenery around you. In fact, the scenery is often around you.

7. The docile husband

He and she are both small workers, and their salary is not high, but it is enough to live on. The husband is very ordinary, but the wife is very beautiful and smart.

Because each other has a lot of time, they go out to watch a movie, go to the park, or go out for dinner every month. As long as the wife wants, the husband will accompany her. He obeys his wife in everything, as long as she is happy, and as long as conditions permit, he never says "no", as if he never has any ideas of his own. Once, they went out for dinner, and the wife asked her husband to order. The husband said, "Order what you like." The wife was a little angry: "Don't you have any opinions of your own? Are you a bit coward?" The husband was stunned and sighed. : "I'm just an ordinary worker. I can't give you a spacious house or a beautiful car. I just want to give you the best within the scope of what I can."

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