Flowers bloom because the wind laughs at prose.

Walking on the ridge with a shoulder pole, my body swayed into an autumn leaf. No matter how hard you try, your whole body and mind are exhausted. If you have to put down your baggage, take off your shoes and throw away your coat, your steps will be much more practical. Take a deep breath of mountain breeze, and a cool floral fragrance will seep into your heart. Ah, the flowers are blooming, because the wind is laughing.

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On the weekend morning, I was lying in my chair, leafing through books at will, and a ray of warm sunshine shone on me.

Suddenly, I remembered a little thing. Not long after I worked, a strange phenomenon touched my curiosity. Every morning, I find that the first person who comes to the classroom is a little girl named Yue Yue. It has been like this for several days, just like the pendulum clock I just bought. Every minute is not bad.

I care as much as I care about how a lentil sprouts. Finally one day, I couldn't help asking, "Yue Yue, why do you get to school so early every day?" Yue Yue pursed her lips and smiled shyly: "Because I want to taste the first bite."

"First taste?" I don't quite understand.

"Yes," Yue Yue said sincerely, "I am not good-looking, my academic performance is average, my sports is not good, and I am still average at home. I've never tasted being number one. By chance, one day, when I first came to the classroom, I found that I actually tasted the feeling of' first'. I am very happy, so from that day on, I will be the first to get to school every day. Every day, this wonderful idea excites me. I feel very happy! "

After listening to Yue Yue's words, I smiled happily. I patted my little head gently and smiled sweetly every month.

But one morning, I suddenly found that Yue Yue was full of grievances. "What's wrong, Yue Yue?" I asked her.

"Wang Gang robbed me of the first place. We came together, but in the end he ran past me. I can't catch up with him. " Yue Yue's mouth pursed like a morning glory.

"Oh, it doesn't matter. You see, regardless of horizontal or vertical, aren't you the first? " I gestured back and forth with the moon as the center.

"Oh, yes." Month suddenly happy again.

Yue Yue ran over and opened a window. The fragrance of Sophora japonica shook it in waves.

Two young monks buy oil.

In a big mountain, there lived two monks, an old man and a young man. At the beginning of each month, the old monk asked the young monk to bring a bowl, told him to buy some cooking oil outside the mountain, and told him, "Be careful on the way back, don't spill the oil, we depend on it for a month's food."

The young monk promised and went down the mountain like a gust of wind. I touched a bowl of oil in town and came back. Thinking of Master's instructions all the way, I slowed down, held the oil bowl tightly, and walked along the mountain road step by step, even afraid to look at the flowers and plants on the roadside. But I don't know why, the more careful he is, the more his bowl shakes. Near the door, the oil has spilled half.

As soon as the old monk saw the oil bowl, he was anxious and poked him with a thick finger. "You idiot, how can you even do such a thing badly! I spilled so much oil! "

Seeing that Master was so angry, the young monk dared not say a word, but let the wronged tears roll in his eyes.

At the beginning of the second month, the old monk ordered the young monk to buy oil. As last time, the young monk walked carefully when he came back, for fear of any more problems. But the big bowl is still like last time, always swaying disobediently, and the oil is spilled bit by bit, making his tears almost fall. In front of the temple, the young monk who patronized the bowl regardless of his feet suddenly tripped over the threshold and spilled oil all over the floor.

The blindsided little monk couldn't help crying. Hearing the crying, the old monk ran out at once. Seeing the bowl full of oil, the nameless fire ignited: "You still have the face to cry! It really makes me angry! "

Gas returns to gas, step by step in the third month. Because the old monk couldn't get away, he asked the young monk to buy oil. This time, however, the old monk changed his attitude and only heard him say to the young monk, "Listen, I want you to see more people and things around you on your way back and tell me in detail."

The young monk grinned awkwardly, but finally left. When he came back, he followed Master's advice and paid attention to both sides of the mountain road, and found the scenery so wonderful. The mountains in the distance are very high; The fields nearby are green. There are also happy children running like birds, and there are two old gentlemen playing chess in the ancient Panasonic on the roadside.

In this way, the young monk walked and watched, and before he knew it, he had reached the temple. When he met Master, he found that the oil in the bowl was still full and didn't spill at all.

The young monk put the oil bowl away, and when he left the door, he felt the sweet smell of winter jasmine floating in the wind of laughter.

The dream of three scholars

Tomorrow is the day to go to Beijing to catch the exam. The scholar who has been studying hard at the cold window for several years is too excited to sleep. Finally fell asleep, but began to dream one after another. The first dream, I dreamed that I was growing vegetables on a high wall; The second dream, dreaming that I was holding an umbrella on a sunny day; The third dream is even stranger. He dreamed that he was lying in a bed with his beloved girl, but his back was to his back.

Woke up the next morning, the scholar couldn't figure out what these three dreams were all about. So, before leaving, I asked a fortune teller in my village. The fortune teller snapped his fingers and said to the scholar, "Forget it, I won't go. If I go, I won't pass the exam." Hearing this, the scholar was anxious and asked why. The fortune teller explained that the first dream was to grow vegetables on a high wall. Isn't that a waste of effort? The second dream is to open an umbrella on a sunny day. Is it unnecessary? The third dream is to lie back to back with the woman I love. Isn't it hopeless?

Hearing this, the scholar was really reasonable, so he went home dejectedly. It happened that an old scholar from the same hospital came to see me off, and the scholar told him his troubles. The old scholar listened carefully and laughed: "You must take the exam this time. These are three dreams of prosperity! " "You see, in one dream, growing vegetables on a high wall is' high school', in two dreams, holding an umbrella on a sunny day is' prepared', and in three dreams, sleeping back to back implies' turning over'.

Hearing this, the scholar felt that this explanation was very reasonable and hurried to the exam. And I came back with a flower probe.

As soon as the scholar was happy, he threw a few words, "Flowers are fragrant because of the wind, and people are proud?" Cool. "

If we put down the burden in our hearts and go into battle lightly on the road of life, we will certainly reap sunshine, breeze and flowers.