Constellation flower essence _ What are the flower elves of the twelve constellations?

Ask for comments after reading a classic essay [book]. Thank you!

Spiegel weekly

Simeron

If you know what the problem is,

Then you can continue to do this,

Don't care what others will laugh at you.

On the contrary, if you think something is wrong.

Then let the people around you indulge and seduce, and you refused them.

In your heart

There will always be side effects. When the mirror is cold,

Looking at you,

Know and take care of your pure integrity.

year

Simeron

I feel a little different after meeting friends for many years.

Some people have sad eyes, some people are cool but happy, and some people are weather-beaten. It seems that decades of vicissitudes have failed to accompany friends and are vaguely written on their faces.

Is the original year really gone? It just disappeared from our eyes. They hide it in our hearts and then slowly change our appearance.

At such a young age, when you encounter setbacks, you must keep your inner understanding and joy, so when we meet again decades later, I can easily squeeze you out to recognize you.

"white camellia

Simeron

"Camellia is in full bloom, white and beautiful flowers, open garden trees.

Every time, I can't ignore walking through a flowering tree. Bloom slowly

For white, moist flowers, from green buds to more and more complete semicircles and circles. Flower, if you are willing to study it carefully, you can understand every word it says.

Because each flower is only once, it is a very prudent decision to take this step well. If the trees are full of flowers, will anyone make mistakes? They only meet carefully and seriously in spring.

Therefore, every time I walk to a flowering tree, I am breathless with shock.

"Tianan"

You are Ba Jin.

The pursuit of light and heat, the body facing the lamp, and finally died in the light, or immersed in oil, moths are valuable. In order to get the light at the last moment of the game, it also became hot. I missed the ancient Kuafu chasing the shadow of the sun and died of thirst in the valley. In pursuit of light and heat, people would rather give up their lives. Life is lovely. But a cold and lonely life is not as good as a vigorous death. Without heat and light, the world will not become dark. What about the cold world? If I had a pair of wings, I would do it, mom. I want to fly to the fireball one day. Let me lose consciousness in front of the naked body, a burst of heat, turned into a cigarette, a little ashes.

"month"

You are Ba Jin.

Every time I face a bright moon hanging in the sky, I will think: what is the so-called railing made of thin moon at this time?

The full moon hangs in the blue sky like a mirror. Our shadows stay in the mirror, and this mirror must have someone's shadow.

Cold night mirror, talk, cold face. Facing the cold month, I feel this way.

Sea, mountains, parks, streets, sometimes in quiet nights, I want to stand alone in the heights of the city and look at the moon on the terrace, always feeling that cold air has invaded my body. Standing in a small yard on a winter night, I saw the frosty moonlight. I felt my clothes were thick and slippery.

Actually, it's very cold in the moonlight. I don't know the heat of the death planet. Light a dead light on the moon.

But why did the legendary Chang 'e fly to the moon? Yes, the beauty of Dan medicine is that it can make the dead planet regenerate energy. Why? Or she saw someone's shadow in the mirror.

"willow"

Xiaofeng Zhang

All the trees are painted with "dots", only the willows are painted with "lines".

Other trees, there will always be flowers or fruits, only Liu, deadpan faded some useless.

On other trees, all the passwords fit perfectly, and only Liu remembered the news with a rope.

Other trees suitable for flower arrangement or decoration, willow, bid farewell to willow suitable for ringing bells.

Willow is almost out of date, willow is almost worn out, what practical value does willow have-except America. A skillful craftsman of willow, it is a poet's tree and a lover of the tree. Liu is getting less and less. Every time he sees a nervous one, he holds his breath nervously-I'm afraid I'll forget Liu one day. I am afraid that one day I read Li Bai's "Let Spring Come First, Miss, the Weakness of the Wicker King's Embankment" and Wei's "The Fuzzy Hair of a Misty Willow". In fact, I turned to the dictionary.

Liu Yongyuan can't be a forest, but he is destined to be a dike factory. Some things, a dictionary, are useless. How to comment, so that we can understand the willow trees in Su Causeway, the south of the spring breeze and the days in February, how heavy the willow trees in Suidi are, like a pile of cigarettes building a jade curtain.

Stir well and cut into accustomed clouds, and the shadow of moonlight entangles the quiet water into the water. It is more noble than Li Bai to keep the full moon in the water skillfully.

There are countless Ye Lei known as "blue eyes" hidden in the soft bars of spring willows. Those eyes are just an ordinary pair. They quit the green leaves separated by several veins, and in a few days, all blue eyes were like food. Some people doubt the root of the rainbow gem under their feet, but I always doubt Liu Genyu-otherwise, the so-called willow will absorb so much pure green light.

"When the thief disappeared.

Ji-eun Lim br/>; Friends told Italian country castles that the lights in the castles were for sale, especially when Italian friends offered to buy them. I bought more than 300 antique crystal lamps 100 years old and shipped them back to Taipei.

Usually in a space, I am surprised that as long as there are two main lights, some will repel each other and some will reduce the light. In the case of these old crystal lamps, dozens of lamps add up, which are bright and complement each other.

The friend said, "This is because the light of these crystal lamps has disappeared. When the thief light disappears, there will be a treasure light. Thief light thief light, is mutually exclusive interaction robbed the light, I do not know the convergence of light, is not implicit, delicate and gentle, there is no hidden light. "

I think this is the charm of antiques! Only through time and space, because of the real wealth of light, will it be produced.

With this young people's talent for thinking, as they grow older, they know that this is just a thief's laser. After years of tempering, we must know that there are people outside and thieves outside, until we converge. This world

Sadly, thief light is easy to see, and most people think thief light is valuable. However, these precious light assimilation and activities are rarely seen in concept.

Open flowers

Bud Zhang Xiaofeng is a pupa, but beautiful and pollution-free. I didn't guess a thousand answers before the flower bud lantern riddle in the first month. Bud fetus seems to be confused and submerged in ignorance, but sometimes it also likes to prove its strong fetal movement.

The beauty of a flower is that it is made out of nothing, and its next trip will change. Overnight, sometimes flowers are opened, sometimes half a morning, and there is an incredible shortage of color, fragrance, fertilizer and beauty. I like to sit on the epiphyllum carefully. In fact, epiphyllum is not a beautiful flower. Its beautiful life experience in the desert cactus reminds Lenovo that its sudden death can bring mourning, but the epiphyllum is placed in a beautiful solid, like a love story. In this process, it does not blossom and bear fruit. A month-long epiphyllum, known as the "queen of the night", fluttered 1 min every time, and the lightning slipped out like an embroidered hoop, piercing all the delicate silk threads, followed by a shock. The scene is often not very long-you can't help it if you watch it for a long time, but you believe it is a flower soul.

Flowers that are often full of flowers, disassembly stops and death begins.

One day, when I am old, I can't stand the flowers being torn down. I am willing to exchange a bunch of Sheng Xiaochun stocks, pillows and listening to herbs for tens of thousands of telecommunications until I spend every music night on them. "autumn

Zhang ailing

Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft web and makes a net profit in the whole autumn world. The world is dark gray, like a spider web tied to the roof of an old house. A pile of gray clouds, in the sky, are like white powder peeling off the roof. The shadow of this ancient roof is extremely dim. Pomegranate, mulberry and grapevine in the green nebula in the garden represent the prosperity of the past summer, and now the Roman buildings that have become ruins are shivering and worried about the glory of the past. I won't find a flower. The color of the grass has turned into the delicate daffodils on the wall of the gloomy yellow underground dormitory, hanging their heads, their eyes filled with tears and sighing. They are really unlucky. Only after two sunny days, they met such a musty rain. Only the sweet-scented osmanthus in the corner, the branches have been covered with several golden precious buds, carefully hidden in the lush green oval leaves, revealing the hope of new life.

It's raining quietly, and it's dripping, but it's a little thin. Orange-red houses, monks in bright robes, and baptism with bowed heads all ended with the rain. The green laurel leaves and the wet red bricks on the wall make pig blood stimulate and become a powerful control force. The gray toad jumps in the mud, the moldy wet material and the dull shadow of autumn, only when it is the only thing full of happiness and anger. This is a gray macula pattern, which is so harmonious with the dim sky in the distance.

Rain, like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaves a soft web and captures the whole autumn world.

"star"

You are Ba Jin.

I love the moonlit night, but I also love the starry sky. On Sunday night in front of my hometown, there was a cool breeze in the yard, and I liked watching the starry sky paradise. In the days when I am a star, I will forget everything, as if I were back in my mother's arms, for example.

Three years ago, I lived in Nanjing, where there was a back door. At night, I opened the back door and they saw the silent night. Below is a vegetable garden, a constellation of blue sky and white clouds. Starlight is small in our eyes, but it makes us feel that light is everywhere. At that time, I was reading some books, astronomy and meeting some stars. If they are my friends, they often talk to me.

Now I feel familiar with the stars in the sea at night. I lay on the deck and looked at the sky. There are countless semi-beautiful stars hanging in the dark blue sky. Dragon boat sports, stars, they are so low that they are really shaky!

Gradually blurred my eyes, I think I saw countless fireflies flying around me. The night sea is gentle, silent and dreamy. I looked at the starry sky of knowledge and thought I saw it. I blinked, and I could almost hear them whispering. Then, I forgot everything. Xingbing, I smiled. I was sleeping. I think he is a child, sleeping in his mother's arms now.