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Peaceful as a flower column| only afraid of going to sleep late at night

Peaceful as a flower column| only afraid of going to sleep late at night

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Spring is infinite, and the years are quiet. Looking down at the world, looking up at the blue sky, the moment a flower blooms is a reincarnation. In the dream, outside the dream, the lost years, the flowers have become dust.

I like the seclusion. At this moment, sit quietly in front of the window, watching, watching, slowly all that remains in your eyes is the scenery. "I want to pay my heart to Yaoqin." Who listens to the few voices and broken strings? "Has been wandering in the text, recording the world's cold, moody and sad, human feelings are cold and warm; has been in the long river of time, wading through the water, carefully holding the clothes of time, crossing the prosperity and hustle and bustle of the world, through the splendid embroidery and neon in the smoke and rain, holding a simple hope like a child, carefully moving forward."

When I was a child, I thought that growing up was a very long thing, so long that I thought that there was really no end to the world. When I grew up, I realized that sometimes I would inexplicably miss my childhood that I couldn't go back to. In life, we choose to be quiet pedestrians between heaven and earth, walking from one season to another, from one poem to another. There is always encounter, just like spring. "How long has it been like a spring dream?" Go to the clouds and find nowhere", with a green time, let people rejoice, but also make people have unprovoked sadness...

All the beauty of the earthly world always inadvertently affects the mood, and life is like the blossoming of this tree, just like the greenery that grows in the wind, as long as you like it, it is just right. There are always too many unforeseen things in life, and in the dark, whether you want to or not, you must paint the pure white picture of life with various colorful colors. Perhaps, all the gains and losses, the illusion is to find a way back, to return to the original purity and clarity.

When I was young, I still liked Youlan, and I always thought that the dark fragrance was wispy and refreshing. Self-proclaimed master of "Quality Xin zhai". But now in middle age, I am more devoted to peonies. "Since Li Tang came, the world loves peonies very much", I also flow with the world, love its grace and magnificence, the national color and heavenly fragrance, dignified and elegant, the beautiful crown and fangs, and the hundred hui all let it go first. I've been piling up words and enjoying it. Mr. Peng, a military calligrapher and writer who was far away in Beijing, encouraged me to publish a collection of essays, which was self-recognition and spiritual wealth left to future generations. Because I am the daughter of the peony country, the name of the anthology should be named after the blossoming rich. However, Hui Yu was blunt and lazy and had not been able to compile it into an anthology. That's why I love peonies so much. I am like a flower, and the soul of the flower is united with me, and even if the flowering period is short, it blooms with them...

"I am only afraid of going to sleep late at night, so I burn high candles to illuminate red makeup." Perhaps it is the increase in age, more and more like beautiful and pure things, such as words, such as people's hearts, such as plain flowers. I have seen the beauty of the wind, flowers and snow, but I have fallen in love with the tranquility of the mountains and the flowing water; after reading the hurt of seeing and not seeing, I prefer the warmth that enters my arms. I like the beauty that can be touched, although it is not so heart-wrenching, but there is also a love like glue, like this spring color now, and like every carefully taken care of flowers today, they not only exist in my dreams, but also exist in my heart.

Years, like a thin wind into the strings, blowing the years of glass, the fine days are like raindrops moving in the light rain, clear and transparent.

Peaceful as flowers and grass at 1:01 a.m. on April 16, 2019

Peaceful as a flower column| only afraid of going to sleep late at night
Peaceful as a flower column| only afraid of going to sleep late at night

About the author: Wang Xiaohui, pen name Peaceful Ruhua, works for Yuncheng Tobacco Company. Member of the 15th CPPCC National Committee of Yuncheng County. He is a member of the Shandong Provincial Writers Association, a member of the Shandong Prose Literature Association, a member of the Heze Writers Association, a member of the Heze Poetry Society, and a member of the Heze Calligraphers Association.

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