The snowy field is boundless, do you know the dream of a grass? Cold and lonely, she holds a belief to keep warm. When spring returns to the earth, she will greet spring with two green leaves, and those two green leaves are just talking softly under the snow.
Migratory birds fly south and have a long journey? In the distance, in the field of vision, it is the blue sea in the south. Although she is very tired, she still flies forward, because the dream has given her a pair of wings.
Girl who is meditating on her cheeks at the window, do you want to be a poem of a cloud? Or make a picture of a butterfly?
dashing teenagers in the wind, do you want to be an eagle, higher than the sky, or a magnificent river, expressing your feelings for the earth?
I like dreaming. Dreams let me see the sunshine outside the window. Dreams let me see the rosy clouds on the horizon; Dreams give me a constant call and pace. Dreams lead me to pursue one goal after another. People without tears have dried up their eyes. He who has no dreams has a dark night.
The sun always rises where there is a dream. The moon is always hazy where there is a dream. Dreams are eternal smiles, which make your heart full of passion forever and your eyes clear and bright forever.
The kaleidoscope of the world exudes attractive fragrance, and charming songs come from the sky in the future. We are ready to go, dress up with beautiful dreams, and start with practical work. When we arrive at the orchard in autumn and gently wipe away the tears and dust left on our faces by summer, we can hear what we once said to spring.
When nameless troubles hit, I lost my book, leaned against the tree in the cool wind, and held a yellow leaf abandoned by the season in my mouth. Looking up, I stared at the far-reaching sky and let the gentle and bright blue shine into my heart. Just like when I was a child, I was tired of playing. I found a meadow dyed golden by the sun, lay down, and let the smiling sunshine overflow my cheeks and my heart without any wrinkles. Breathe in fresh air with earthy fragrance slowly. Snow-white pigeons hover and fly, shedding a string of sweet whistles. Just like when I was a child, with surprises, I carefully held dandelion's fine whiskers, puffed up my cheeks, and blew away dandelion children like parachutes. I closed my eyes, made a sincere wish, and then opened my eyes, full of relief and longing.
When the rogue's boredom came in, I left home, on a distant hillside. Filter the noise in your heart, just like when you were a child, at night, in your own yard, quietly squatting in the flower garden to listen to the songs of the scarab and pulling your hand to index the twinkling stars in the sky.
So, the noisy world gradually fades away and you have a quiet heart ...
Liang Shiqiu's "Elegant Room" fragment
"Elegant Room" is the most suitable moonlit night-the terrain is high and it is high. There are two pear trees in front of the house. When the moon rises in the middle of the day, the clear light is sprinkled from among the trees, and the underground shadows are gorgeous, which is especially secluded at this time. Until Xinglan people disperse and go to bed, the moonlight is still forced into the window, which helps me to be desolate. When it is drizzling, the "elegant house" is also interesting. When you push the window, you will look forward to it. If the clouds are foggy, it will be filled with air. But if it rains heavily, At last, the plaster on the roof suddenly cracked, such as a wonderful flower bursting, and mud and water were betting. Now the room is full of chaos, and it is common to rescue people. This kind of experience has been seen many times.
Listen to the cold rain by Yu Guangzhong
On rainy days, the roof tiles are floating and wet, gray and gentle, but the light is dim, and the backlight is dim, but for vision. "It's raining," the gentle gray beauty came. Her ice-cold hands fingered countless black keys gray keys on the roof, and suddenly played noon as dusk. "
The willow trees in the street seemed to be sick, and the leaves hung with a layer of dust and rolled on the branches; The branches are too lazy to move and droop listlessly. There is not a drop of water on the road, and some white light is dry. How high the dust on the sidewalk flies, it connects with the gray gas in the sky, forming a vicious gray sand array, which burns the faces of pedestrians. It is dry everywhere, hot everywhere, and oppressive everywhere. The whole old city is like a burnt brick kiln, which makes people breathless. Dogs lie on the ground and spit out their red tongues, mules. The asphalt road is sunburned, even the bronze medal in front of the shop seems to be sunburned. The street is very quiet, only the copper and iron shops give off some monotonous tinkling that makes people anxious.-Lao She
Time is fleeting, and the young people who are eager to make public are gradually reduced to many-hued in the abrasion of time, and become fragmented in the sword and shadow of time. Youth is not a peach face, red lips and soft knees, but a deep will, a grand imagination and passionate feelings; Youth is the source of life, which keeps flowing.
Youth is full of vigor, courage trumps cowardice, and enterprising trumps Gou 'an. Such vigor is born after a weak crown, but it is also common in the years when you are obedient, and you are getting older, not getting old; To give up ideals will lead to old age.
Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm will bring back the soul. Worry, fear, self-distrust bows the heart and turns the spirit back to dust.
No matter how old you are, whether you are in your twenties or eighties, there is joy of life in your heart, and the temptation of miracles is as naive as a child. Everyone has a pursuit in his heart. Youth will last forever.
Once the pursuit disappears, the spirit will be covered with ice and snow, cynicism and self-abandonment. Even if you are 2 years old, you will be old. However, if you persist in the pursuit, you will still feel young when you leave the world at the age of 1. From the American text "Time flies like water"
There is a vast sea of people. How many people envy you and how many people linger around the stars.