Prose to understand time

Time, like a song, sings gently in the beauty of the years; Time is like a song, waiting quietly in the vicissitudes of time; Time is like a landscape, all the way to look forward to, all the way to be grateful, all the way to miss. ...

(1) Flowers smile.

Dry branches stand upright in sandy soil without moisture, giving people a feeling of anxiety. In that water-deficient summer, a hearty rain gave the dying jasmine a new life. There is still a little regret between giving up and hoping. They excitedly turned from indoor to outdoor, watching the rain gradually penetrate the whole flower body and a pool of shade, and the originally lifeless life sprouted new buds.

It seems that only God has the right to sign the contract of life, so he gradually gets used to the neglect for a certain period of time. Think about the beauty of the night scene, and you will feel how comforting Shi Jin's piano music at night is. Every lonely night; Every lonely heart; Every story that can't be described in words will be revived with clever melody.

Osmanthus fragrans cannot bloom in August. At the end of the month, the fragrance rushed into the room step by step from the table reflected by the sun in front of the window. Perhaps, the round moon cake has lost its homesickness, and now the years just shuttle in the footsteps of pedestrians, waiting for the fragrance of branches.

Nothing too big or too small happens in every repeated day, and there are still many students' hopes left in the scholarly family. At the same time, I also planted a seed of hope here, waiting for the results in a few years. A long time will always become short in an instant. Children grow up here, but we wait here. Along the gap of time, a figure was left everywhere, until one day I saw some pimples on that young face and walked side by side with him, and suddenly I felt very depressed. Maybe taller than me makes me feel different in the past. Then I looked at my chin slightly and grew a sparse beard. I feel that it is time for the child to fly high, but I don't know if his wings are full.

Only when we are full of expectations for life can we wait, no matter how long this wait is, we must wait quietly. The spring scenery in Qiu Lai is full of cycles of time, and life always has children's faces at different times. On that rainy day, I don't know how many fragile lives I buried. I only know that the woman who lost her husband cried in front of everyone, and how many people were just strangers, and now it has become much warmer. Every walker with a soul comes with a sad heart, but he can't give up this poor woman.

Early death is a kind of bone-breaking pain. Nowadays, early autumn is no longer charming, and these old marks have been taken away by light clouds. And lonely people who are in their twilight years are also buried in this early autumn. Blooming flowers are like touching songs, taking away a burst of sadness and scenes of sadness.

Everything around me is so touching that I want to come and go safely. The sadness and joy of others can only be touched for a while, and glory is also an intellectual thing, and it is sad to fall out of the flowers. In the final analysis, the pain that can be said is not extreme, the diluted affection and distant love ... no place can arouse the inner beauty, and the distant thoughts are at work in my heart. Who owes to whom, who owes to whom? All I can think of on my deathbed at this moment is how to alleviate the source of pain. Can my late parents hear me? The road to heaven is too far, I can't go too far. Maybe I can't say anything thoughtless when I come to you.

The temperature in the morning will not be as hot as before. With a little coolness, recent trifles have made me think for a long time. I pray in this season, sincerely pray for a healthy and beautiful, and leave it to the people I love, so that I can smell the flowers quietly and look at their smiles.

(2) It still flows in deep water.

After living in the mountains for a long time, I realized that an empty door is not a place for meditation; Walking in the water is clearly undercurrent. It seems that it is not the first time to talk about the feelings of mountains and water, but every time we talk about it, there will be another emotion in it. Perhaps, originally from a refusal mentality, I didn't expect it to be so sympathetic, and most of them said something insincere, but in the end it made people reluctant to go. Heart to heart, or a pool of stagnant water? Perhaps, at the moment, there is only a four-word solution of "deep water still flows".

Lazy hands have rarely tapped the keyboard, and every time they can arouse interest, they plunge into the pile of books. From some essays to some beautiful essays, from some trivial stories to some unforgettable words, it will be another state of mind. Knowing that this is only a small part of life, no one's life is just for the only good ideas left in their hearts, and no one is waiting for nothing. What you said made me inadvertently touch a gorgeous picture. In the picture scroll, there are not only pictures painted by artists with their own ethereal thoughts, but also a corner left for Ran Ran's rising smoke, winding streams, a fence and the dog wagging its head and tail. ...

Fall in life, toss in life, laugh and cry in life, and every step will step on different notes. It's just that some people walk too fast and ignore their own beat. People say that time is the best witness. Maybe after a long time, we can only wait for time to fall inch by inch, waiting to hear the sound and cry of time falling-time waits for no one.

Introversion and extroversion often appear in relative forms, and people who take care of both seem to be called smooth. Laozi said: Water conservancy does not dispute everything. The profound truth of life in Tao Te Ching may not be understood by ordinary people. Even if time peels people off layer by layer, it seems difficult to convince future generations to leave a good reputation. The difference between low-key and high-key should be the most talked about nowadays. A man with connotation, like the deep water, has an all-encompassing mind without publicity, if the fragrance of the deep mountains and orchids, if the deep lanes are far away. Those surface microwaves can't lift any waves, but the deep surges are pouring all the time.

It's your inner business to express or not. Even if you have some exposed strength and potential in a certain place, you may have done something seemingly superior under the clamor of people around you, and won the favor and praise of the other party for a while. At this time, the satisfaction in my heart has blossomed, and even a subtle move can reveal a kind of pride and excitement. You see, people are always so easily satisfied or have their own self-esteem.

Knowing that some stories are bound to be linked with others, pure aestheticism and pure widowhood will attract some criticism. Living in fear is not a good sign, and you can only live a drunken life in your own cocoon. When pragmatism becomes a belief, the world will have no sense of transparency, the thoroughness that everyone can see will become so vague for a while, and the tone of praise will become so harsh, and you will spend your life alone in the noisy downtown.

Dear, please don't say these words are the monologues of a lonely and treacherous man. Because that person's heart is so fragile, your words sometimes pierce a person's chest like a sword, and that red heart seems to burn on a flame. A burning fire suddenly disappeared under the deep water, shh! Dear, please wait patiently-still water in deep water.

(3) Picking up scenery in late spring.

After Grain Rain, the days of spring are numbered, and rainy days for several days have brought a lot of moisture. Immersed in the rain, it seems that I have lost the mood to enjoy the rain scene. Even standing on the edge of the balcony, watching the jade beads fall wantonly, the world was instantly shrouded in white water vapor. The buildings in the distance are blurred, and it seems that I can still remember Ji Lao's Listening to the Rain. Perhaps only when people reach a certain age can we really understand how precious this grass and trees endowed by nature are.

Cherry trees are swaying in the wind and rain, and the day of meeting is somewhat missed, perhaps delicate flowers or attractive fruits. As the saying goes, "cherries are delicious, but trees are hard to grow." I remember planting a cherry tree in my hometown yard. Every year, when it bears fruit, it is very noticeable. Look at the red fruits all over the tree. When they are picked, most of them are preempted by birds. When they are picked, they are already cracked cherries. Perhaps, because no one deliberately takes care of it, in line with the idea of relying on the sky to eat, it is not taken seriously. Therefore, the old man often said, "cherries are delicious, but they are not easy to grow when they are ripe." Emotions are reasonable, and everyone has their own reasons.

I thought of cherries because a friend went to cherry orchard to pick cherries today. I couldn't arrive on time because of something, so my friend brought me some when he came back this afternoon. He said: "There was too much rain this year, and because I went to my friend's aunt's house, my cherries were picked at will, but the birds pecked too much and there were many cracked fruits." He also said, "Now this cherry is the same every day. Today it is still fresh and watery, so there is no guarantee what it will look like tomorrow. " I sincerely thank my friends and think of my share when picking fruit. Even if I regret not experiencing the fun of group gathering, I can't help but feel warm in my heart.

People are always moved by the little things around them, perhaps because they are fragile inside. I also heard that my aunt is very enthusiastic about her friends, and there is no charge for picking cherries. Even if I didn't go, I can still reflect the simple heart of this simple farmer in my eyes. Sometimes farmers just want to have fun. Entering cherry orchard is like entering the Peach Blossom Garden. "I have to go home and kill chickens for food." So pure kindness is also a pure and perfect performance.

When the red cherry is still in my mouth, I think I should be grateful not only to my friend, but also to an undisguised kind farmer. Combing a person's mind is like peeling a cocoon, pumping it out a little bit, and the more you pump it, the clearer it becomes.

There are more touching places in life than this. Early in the morning, my husband went to buy breakfast and bought some vegetables in the vegetable market. The first sentence when I entered the door was "Am I old? I have always been touched by other people's words recently. " Then I said a few things. He said: "When I went to my parents' house last night, because my aunt and grandmother were still there, four white-haired old people sat together and talked about things very interestingly. He said to the four old people,' Look, all four of you have gray hair. Later, my father said,' That is, all four of us are over 300 years old! "I sigh: Time and tide wait for no man.

My husband said cheerfully, what else? When I bought steamed buns in the morning, I chatted with the seller a few more words and asked, "Do you get up so early every day?" The seller said, "We sell breakfast, breakfast." Hehe, I said, "Good point, pun intended." A hard work, a hard work, and some for their own signs are all supported by a belief. You don't have to stand on the top of the mountain to see the most beautiful scenery. Some beautiful scenery can never be seen without your heart, because only with your heart can you appreciate the beauty of another heart.

Speaking of which, it's time to draw a full stop. My husband, who is still interested, said, there is one more thing. I will sit down and listen to this improvisation. Yan: "I met an old woman who looked like an old intellectual when I bought prawns in the vegetable market." The price of fresh shrimp is one catty in 88 yuan. /kloc-bought it on 0/00. The old man only bought four. I asked her curiously why she only bought four. She said,' it's just me and my wife at home, and one person and two are enough.' When the boss who sells shrimp brought her a bag of instant shrimp, she said,' This bag is too big. It's a waste to pack only four shrimps. Let's exchange it for a smaller one. "At this point, we didn't say anything. Maybe the story can be over at this time. A perfect heart will not weaken or stop beating because of its failure, because moving may be the root of beauty.