Is the dawn a flame of love, or is the summer wind still blowing, or is the sparkling water still dripping? This is my first summer when I was 20 years old. Just as the last dynasty expected, it disappeared little by little. The accumulation of laughter and crying along the way is still clearly in my heart. This summer, I didn't go back as before, and the misty dream I weaved was gone. I look up at the towering peaks and look forward to the unyielding backbone! The flowers are gone. You resigned. At this moment, you have to embark on a long journey. ...
Accustomed to waiting for time in a certain place, but still familiar with it, it is still another fall after anxiety! Over and over again, it is difficult to hide the original crazy color. Only to find that in the end, I still can't escape the footsteps you printed on the cover page in early autumn! Like a veil over your face. I can't wait for the next moment when the haze clears. It is the lingering warmth of holding hands. I am in this world, so clearly written! If you don't stay, the rain will be heavier. When the cloud disappears, it will be softer than you. ...
At this moment, I want to use a symbol to interpret this late summer, on the eve of preparing to set sail! The joke is still clearly visible, and the two moods between gray and black are all dark at the moment, shrouded in the quiet night! I learned to be indifferent, happy but not crazy, worried but not hurt. When I left my sadness, I deliberately suppressed my inner feelings ... for a time, you, you, you were no longer familiar with the department, so I stayed away from it!
I didn't write down many memories this summer. The cracked earth is warm and the sun is hot. I still don't know whether I am lazy or poor in words. Every night, I tap my fingers on the keyboard. I write, delete, delete and write again. The cold wind was silent and laughed at my madness. When I wave my hand, it's another past! I want to be indifferent to silence, I know I can't subvert it! Wandering footsteps reverberate in the streets and alleys of Yao's love!
Morning Essay 2: I wandered around in the early morning, and once again I saw the splendid blooming Huang Qiangwei by the river. At this time of the year, she will put it in a blooming place, and it will always have a strong aroma when passing by. Now some yellow petals have withered. In fact, the flowering period of roses is not short, and it can last for about ten days. In this quiet morning, I used my mobile phone to freeze the beautiful face of the yellow rose.
After I came back, I looked it up on the computer. Huang Qiangwei's flower language is an eternal smile. No wonder seeing these dense yellow flowers always makes my heart so bright and warm. I don't like yellow very much. I always think it's too eye-catching and a little boring. However, the bright yellow of this tree suddenly made this quiet morning so bright and warm, and I couldn't help changing those narrow and unreasonable preferences. I kind of like this yellow flower and pure yellow!
Walking along, I occasionally see Sophora alopecuroides blooming on the lawn. These pockmarked seeds have strong vitality. We just picked her seedlings in the wild, washed them at home and refrigerated them directly. It tastes good. It is said that it can reduce swelling and detoxify, cool blood and stop bleeding. It can diminish inflammation, induce diuresis, prevent anemia, and clear away heat and toxic materials. But just two weeks later, they no longer waited for us greedy humans, but presented us with their lovely little yellow flowers. Those thin stems are supported by handfuls of small pholiota adiposa, swaying gently in the breeze, not to mention how cute they are.
I was particularly impressed that the original school playground was not fully developed. In the northwest corner, this season, Sophora alopecuroides grows in pieces, producing yellow flowers that burn people's eyes, attracting swarms of wild bees to collect honey, and butterflies often patronize. At that time, there was really no feeling of recording with a lens, so this Sophora alopecuroides flower could only bloom in my own world. I couldn't help it after all, so I picked one, put it in a water bottle and put it in the corner of my desk. For three days, I worked efficiently with this big bunch of yellow bitter beans.
After walking for a while, I suddenly found a clump growing alone, just right for the camera, so I quickly took a picture. I can't forget the happiness that this bitter twist once brought me, and how brilliant my time was.
Essays 3 a.m.
Hazy earth
Just woke up from a deep sleep.
come to oneself
It is my footsteps.
Broke the silence of the night
dawn
Gradually turned white from the east.
Another day has begun.
The winding path is so warm and soft, it is better than an affectionate poem, euphemistic and moving, as calm as water-
Footsteps touch the clean cement road, making a rustling sound, as if in the fleeting time of gently touching time, with traces, sour pain and shallow smile, it condenses into a beautiful life history for me, running all the way, leaving pieces of sweet and salty sweat in the years, flowing in the early autumn morning, sucking pure air and floating in the silent world!
Walking slowly in the mountains in the forest, bypassing ditches and green grass, smelling the flowers and fragrant grass, touching the golden beads and dew, welcoming the first light of the morning, listening to the melodious flute and roar of colleagues doing morning exercises in the distance, suddenly hearing the crowing of golden roosters in the forest and the chirping of various birds on the branches-it has become a wonderful music stage in the mountains, which really makes people feel fresh and sweet.
Today, I was alone at the bend of the mountain, and I fell in love with the beautiful scenery, which made me feel lonely-
In fact, a person does not feel lonely. A person feels that there is no other way to worry about my eyesight. On the contrary, it makes me intoxicated in the scene and linger alone, giving me more spiritual world to love this beautiful nature. I love nature, and I like the early autumn morning light!
The heavy steps leading to the top of the mountain are full of people, and the platform is full of morning exercise partners. All kinds of sports postures, such as bending, tai chi, kicking and stretching, have become a colorful world on the mountain!
Familiar and unfamiliar smiling faces have become friendly friends with each other. Walking on a long and cold mountain is also a fleeting fate.
On the way home, the slow downhill mountain road became the jumping movement of every muscle every day, and I felt very relaxed when I ran all the way down!
Walking in the early morning of early autumn, gazing at a piece of autumn colors, clusters of autumn reds began to form, patches of yellow leaves, layers of green waves, waves of Gui Xiang, connected with each other, mixed with a cool breath, floating on the colorful earth!
Whispering in the autumn wind, doodling green leaves on the face of the season, putting on powder makeup, and gently inhaling the faint fragrance, dyed my mood!
I picked a red maple leaf, carefully looked at the newly dyed color, smelled the delicious fragrance, and turned it into my nostrils to shock my heart. Maple leaf is my favorite baby since I was a child, and the perfect red leaves filled my book. Maple leaves are quiet, elegant and beautiful. Does it contain thousands of thoughts and tenderness?
Thoughts are fluttering and autumn is strong. At this moment, I am intoxicated with the infinite scenery of autumn-
Leaves fluttering, ten thousand kinds of feelings, stop your heart in fiery red feelings-