In spring, the spring flowers are full of vitality, the summer is lush and vigorous, the autumn chrysanthemum maple is rich and red, and the beauty of winter lies in the simplicity and elegance of the jade soul. Standing in the suburbs and looking into the distance, a beautiful scenery that is not stained by fireworks in the world can be seen. Of course, winter is still colorful, but those who like winter, most of them are obsessed with the plain color of winter, in winter, the air is so pure that there is no smell at all, the clouds wander leisurely in the sky, the tired earth returns to its original color, and finally can calm down and sleep beautifully for a few months, Xuehuaer looked at the naked sleeping earth, sighed, and floated down one after another, covering the earth with a thick layer of snow quilt. The earth sleeps quietly, and the earth is tired, but the sleeping earth still does not forget to give birth to the prosperity of next year. I like winter because it is elegant and quiet, because the icy fragrance of snow can soothe the restlessness in my heart, purify the hustle and bustle of red dust, and make the world pure and beautiful.
A few degrees of materiality, a meteor is secretly promised. At that time, he said, I would like to protect you at the right time, and go through ups and downs together until old age, she said that the world is so thin and cold, I would like to watch the fine water flow together. Such a blandness, in their opinion, can only spend a lifetime together in years like water. Tingting Yuli, silent, I was moved by an inadvertent glimpse of an ancient story, and I thought about it, but my girlfriend seemed to regret bringing me here, with a drunken face, as if angry and strange. A ray of brilliant sunlight poured in through the window of the dome, shining right on the two of us, bright and golden, youthful and fragrant, and a deep sadness rolled through, and I was suddenly moved to tears.
The snowflakes in the winter sky, wrapping the mountains, rivers and fields in a soft snow blanket, standing under the fog pine, looking up, the silver world often makes people feel nostalgic, and the mood is also swayed by the scenery, think about the year Hula has passed, what has been gained and lost in a year, and it is difficult to calm down in the heart. The cold wind blew, and the plain and clean snowflakes on the treetops fell gently. I like snowflakes, because of its elegance and transparency, but also because it blooms to understand the true meaning of life, although life is short, but in the bloom released all the essence, but also conquered the hearts of those literati and inkmen, life needs a tranquility, but also needs a peace, the simplicity of winter interprets the elegance of the years, in the soul of the pure, plant tranquility and simplicity, in the days such as water, why not like snowflakes, grasp every day of life, live every day, this is not very good.
Winter twilight, quiet and serene. Winter is like a light ink landscape painting, that part of the connotation, all by a plain beauty vividly enriched, a year's accumulation, but also this elegant and pure perfect enrichment. Although there are no green mountains and shadows in winter, there are no small bridges and flowing water, but you can realize the sparse silver and white charm of winter. Enjoy the tranquility in front of you, keep an elegance, cherish a tranquility, and depict a faint life ink painting, so that it is the most beautiful scenery. Life has opened its full curtain here, young and old, ideal and reality, memories and prospects, all vivid, lifelike, noisy and noisy in front of my eyes. It turns out that a person can live like this, a poetic life. With my experience and age, it is naturally impossible to know how the days of the sixties were decades ago, and the vicissitudes of life, but this hazy buried in the hearts of both parties clearly outlines the poetry and endless interest of life.
In the twilight of winter, quiet and serene, I dare to say that in everyone's heart, there is such a period of bewildered bitterness, in the long mediocre days, accompany yourself to be proud of poverty or wealth, bumpy all the way, to old age. This may be another reason why everyone, including me, wants to live and live poetically. Out of the door, the sun is shining, the traffic is busy, the high-rise buildings are full of eyes, and the distant mountains are round. In a trance, thousands of years of wind and clouds, thousands of years of whispering and chattering, we are on the green mountains and green waters, rowing the emerald green boat of life, singing the poetic song of life, towards an unknown paradise, dancing and dancing, joyful march. Raising my head and pinching a handful of spring flowers and autumn moons, I distinctly heard the sound of heavenly music echoing, it was Madame Browning's "Portuguese Sonnets" chanted softly in the wind. Standing tall and waving his sleeves like a storm, I clearly saw the green wattles on the earth, which was Liu Yong, who had failed the exam list many times, and walked out of the fireworks alley.
Cold winter twilight, quiet and serene, youth and beauty, who doesn't want to stay forever, the journey is long, who doesn't want to be smooth and flat, in the face of ups and downs, in the face of misfortune, only calmly accept, smile confidently, filter its bleakness, and make it beautiful, in order to benefit themselves, rob others, in order to guide and find, the righteousness of life and the poetry of life, how many things and how many emotions in life are unclear, there are too many unsatisfactory in this world, it is laughing and waiting for us to solve it one by one. At the edge of reason and sensibility, we must be like a spring, using the tacit understanding between the heart and the heart to make life bloom.
If there is no pain in life, then I will not know how to cherish and care for everyone around me, shine this existing emotion into the light, grasp the opportunity, live in the present, toast with the past, and wish the vision of the future. The time that has been washed away, the air is filled with this fragrant spring, and the gloomy atmosphere will eventually dissipate on the top of Yunkai Mountain. Please don't cry in the dark night, the translucent dawn is about to decorate the faint heart, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, in contact with nature, and the flight is another elegant mood, eager to hold a frankness, hope to embrace a warmth, put expectations into this year, such as the shuttle of the annual rings, through the millennium of immortal songs, in the meandering years on the other side of time, accompanied by a pot of tea and ink, let the gentle autumn water, trickle of rich and weak heartstrings. (Wang Shibin)