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Blown away by the wind, scattered like a cloud-(of relatives and friends) separate and disperse.

Vilen, Barguet.

The south wind smells of grass.

A layer of dark green shoots emerged from the dark bushes, arranged in rows, like a letter, with dense words written in the palm of the bushes. ?

The leaf bud is in the palm of the bush, and it can't be broken unless spring really comes. ?

In correspondence with human beings in spring, the handwriting is green. Under the willow tree, the branches are immersed in the pool water with floating fog when writing, otherwise the handwriting is not dark green. ?

There are also illustrations in this letter-when the awakened person writes a letter slowly, his wrist aches and he will draw casually. ?

Illustrations are flowers on trees. ?

Apricot trees hold flowers high above their heads, which is the deepest gratitude for the festival and the worship of heaven. ?

Maybe it was spring when I opened my eyes and looked down at the lower bound. The apricot tree quickly raised the flowers and dared not put them down for a spring. Looking at apricot blossoms in spring comes as scheduled, and bees and butterflies come as scheduled. ?

At this time, people believe that heaven and earth are so honest. ?

When George W. Bush writes a letter, the spring will be moved to tears, and the tears will be turned into rain by the wind, which will wet George W. Bush's stationery and turn the whole letter green after the handwriting is dyed red. ?

Therefore, I never read letters from bushes in spring. She comforted herself: I will see it next year. ?

The ant thought it woke up in spring-under the footsteps of the ant, the grass stuck its head out to watch, and in an instant, it surrounded the ant nest like a forest. ?

The wind began to blow from the south, driving the cold back to the north. There are also apricot flowers in the north, and the rushing sound of rivers. The south wind blows on the wall, turns around and leaves, slaps on the face like running water, and the face and nostrils are filled with the fragrance of grass. ?

Cloud?

When I was a child, I admired the cloud most, thinking that it had been to many places and enjoyed the scenery of rivers and mountains. At that time, it was thought that only the air force could fly, and it was already very good for ordinary people to take tractors. ?

I always see clouds confronting peaks, which is totally intentional. I think of Chairman Mao's words "I want to compete with the weather". Clouds are often far away, which is also a strange thing when I was a child. Ask your honor: Why don't we have clouds? Adults prevaricate and don't care. After reading the provincial atlas, I thought that the cloud was also issued by the central government, and there was a quota in one place. Obviously, when I was a child, I had a planned economy, which is the thinking characteristics within the system. The clouds I see are actually from other places. So instead, I envy outsiders, who look up and see the big cloud and enjoy it. ?

Later, I went to Huangshan and saw white clouds wandering in the valley at my feet. I really wanted to jump down. There are more clouds there than in my hometown. When a wave of clouds passes by, and then look at the peak, it looks old and hard. And clouds, even without a leaf, are silent and ethereal. ?

When I was a child, I believed that clouds were classified. They keep moving, driving, taking children and livestock-naturally going to a good place. What does the cloud think of people on the ground? People may be too young to see clearly. Later, I stood on the roof and waved a red flag at the cloud, believing that it was moved. ?

I love to sing a song: "White clouds are floating in the blue sky". In fact, I only like this sentence, and the following words are forced to do it. Singing to the sky is particularly meaningful, but singing with my neck up makes me feel a little angry and always want to swallow saliva. I sang this song to the cloud many times, like a gift. ?

Sunshine gold coin?

The scene of sunshine and rain is really precious. In the bright sunshine, the rain splashed down, like someone standing on the roof, splashing many gold coins. ?

After school, the children hurried home, holding umbrellas and twisting little ass in this wonderful bright rain. ?

I remembered a lyric: "It rained with gold coins in the casino"-from tanaka kakuei, who was attacked for singing this Japanese drama at a dinner party. I read this book when I was a child, but I remember it. ?

The sound of rain awakened the memory. ?

EAGLES' Hotel California is in the room, and the guitar hits the water with a strong hand, accompanied by the sound of rain. Jean Eiffel of France drew many cartoons about rain. The so-called rain is the water that God twisted the sheets in the sky, and the water that God peed for the little angel in his dream. Solar rain belongs to the latter, because it stopped soon. Even angels don't pee too much. When God peed for the angel, he forgot to pull the cloud to cover the sun. ?

West, or eight o'clock.

The stream in Yanghugou is pure as air, and stones are visible. Such clean water, not to mention drinking, is safe to be infused into blood vessels. ?

Sitting on a stone as big as a turtle's back by the water, the field was silent. Picking up a stone and throwing it into the water, a group of tadpoles ran straight away. ?

This scene is fascinating. Tadpoles fly in one direction, southeast, due north or west. There must be a tadpole calling: West! In the pilot's words, it's called "eight o'clock direction", but the slogan of tadpoles must be concise, stones will get into the water, and the slogan has already sounded. Otherwise, how could they jump out of the same direction? This is a beautiful scene. The tail of tadpoles is as straight as a galloping horse. You can also imagine that this is a whale charge. ?

The way animals and insects transmit information has always been a mystery. For example, we think that ants are incredibly industrious, but in fact they are just a carrier of nothingness. It uses the lower jaw to store, receive and transmit similar information, such as the tree below. ?

When an ant walks, it stops in two or three steps, such as meeting a companion; High-five on the back, like China women's volleyball team hit a good ball, actually exchanged jaw information.

Sparrow street?

Snow fell on the towering coal pile, like a hillside crowded with magpies. ?

Passing through the coal pile every day, I didn't expect it to look so good after snow. ?

Snowflakes are fluffy on the coal to prevent it from turning black again; And the black will be exposed, and from the angle that the snow can't fall, it proves that you are still coal and can't fool others' eyes. ?

It snowed heavily, and the coal pile was gone, so white that no one could guess that it was coal. After the snow stopped, sparrows danced on it and held the Winter Olympics. ?

Sparrows like to fly in groups. They will not fly leisurely, nor will they fly very high. They are like mice frightened for no reason, twitching from side to side. But after the snow, sparrows are happiest, the air is clear, they spread their wings to dispel the boredom hidden in their feathers; The sparkling ice under the eaves made them feel that there were more good things than usual. ?

Sparrows are sloppy, but they don't like too much dirt on the ground. After the snow came, the sparrow thought that the snow had cleaned everything and was more diligent than the community cleaners. ?

One thing that the sparrow is happy about is that the coal pile in the backyard of the machinery bureau has disappeared and replaced by a pile of snow. Unexpectedly, the coal pile was removed overnight and everything became clean. At the same time, fish, shrimp, fruit and bacon cakes are no longer sold in the open-air market, and there is no garbage after the market is dispersed. Sparrows think that the market should only sell two things: rice and goldfish. The goldfish looked dazzling in the falling aluminum basin. After a while, when people thought it was frozen to death, the goldfish shook its tail. ? On warm days, sparrows are disappointed every day: there are more people in the market, and there are as many fish and shrimp cakes as usual; Under the sun's questioning, the snow handed over everything it had hidden-the colored floor tiles in the kindergarten, the empty bauhinia paint bucket in the backyard, the old car tires, and the dead mice next to it. Sparrows didn't expect that they were still here. They didn't even move. Who brought them back? ?

Later, the sparrow found coal under the snowdrift. The coal was shined by the snow, and all the sparrows' paws were dirty. The sparrow thought that coal did this on purpose and flew to the tree. ?

In the tree, sparrows can't help feeling sad when they see scattered mud and snow all over the street. What will this street do in the future? And people don't care about it, they hurry in the mud. Sparrows think that they are too tolerant.

Ice?

The roof of the garage is a slope of green asbestos tiles. When the sun shines on the white snow on the roof over the roof, the green color begins to show up bit by bit. The unmelted snow is silent in the shadow, while the wet green tiles are bright in the sun. ? Melting water forms a row of ice on the shady eaves. ?

Ice is like an inverted antelope horn. It turns and turns like a screw. It's a pity that such good ice shines. In my opinion, in less than five minutes, there should be a child running over with a bamboo pole in his hand, smashing and smashing, breaking the ice, and the voice is as good as Zhong Qing's. ?

People always can't see something. It is a pity for the lake and willow if no tourists pass by, or if someone passes by. Under the apricot tree on a moonlit night, it seems a waste if there is no lingering between men and women. There are many such examples. A person is in a hurry to drink and rinse the pot, and his face is sweaty. You think his friends are not interesting enough, and even hate his friends. Why don't you come for a drink? So much heat, sweat, and everything that should be said is wasted. People like to involve their thoughts in irrelevant things, just like bugs stuck in cobwebs for no reason. I see the ice melting. It's afternoon now, and the sun is shining on them gradually. Before the children came, they shouted and killed with bamboo poles of Bobby Chen and Guangwu. At the moment, they are learning those boring texts in class. After school, the ice disappeared completely, and another good thing in the world ended in vain. ?

Window view?

Window of the Train is a multi-volume art album. Walking in the south of the Yangtze River, there is Mi Jiashan water dripping with ink; Walking in Saibei is a thin engraving carved with a knife. ?

Every time I travel, I can see several paintings framed by windows. Sometimes I don't care. I'm in a hurry. I think of it occasionally, but my heart is long. ?

My train is in the embrace of mountains, and it turns blue at dusk. This trip, from where to where, has now been forgotten. On the Dongshan Mountain in the moon, the projection of the mountain caressed a lonely yard. The stone walls are clear at night and the earthen houses are brightly lit. That kind of kerosene lamp, the halo is covered on the white window lattice, and the orange is flickering. At that time, the train went uphill and slowly turned around the farmhouse, so I watched calmly. There are two animals tied to the stake in the yard, which are shaped like donkeys and horses. The horse's coat color is very white, as if it had been dissolved in the moonlight, motionless, like a jade carving. I think it is used to the sound of trains. ?

A few days ago, I suddenly remembered this small courtyard and wanted to see what was inside. Are there white geese striding and bluestones sharpening their knives? Think of it, especially under the orange window and lamp, there should be a young peasant woman sewing clothes. Maybe after a while, the man will go out of the house and cough to feed the animals. This mountain life should be extremely leisurely and bitter. This is a remote town without electricity. I vaguely remember that the house was covered with hay and there were some low trees in the backyard. ?

Not long ago, I went home to visit my relatives. I didn't sleep well, looking out the window. Before the dynasty floated, there was no doubt that the sky was full of rosy clouds, such as thousands of silks, waiting for the sun to lift its feet. I found that the first thing I woke up was a piece of poplar, with a silhouette superimposed on the horizon, strong and straight, like a sentry waiting for inspection, and like a believer holding hands to worship. In winter, all the leaves of poplar trees have fallen off, and the branches are like iron halberds, thin and solemn. ?

This is the view from the window. Usually, people have no chance unless they travel.

The vastness within reach?

I have a bizarre idea that the sunshine only appears in the western hills in the evening, and it is also the western hills in my hometown. I haven't seen the morning glow, and Shenyang hasn't seen the sunset glow for more than ten years. There may be no western hills, heavy pollution, and the floor is too short. ?

Sunset is a part of my childhood. In the evening, my friends and I sat on the roof of the desolate office where Hydrology stood during the "Cultural Revolution", looking at the paradise in the west, without moving our buttocks in the smoke and the constant calls of mothers. Cai Xia is like a mountain, an army, a flower, a place for drying ten thousand silks and satins, and a melting pot for melting gold. The weather is ever-changing and magnificent. We were silent and watched the sunset glow until it was gray and blue. Some people say that the sunset glow is still beautiful in America. During the Cultural Revolution, this language was already reactionary. America is so bad, how can there be a sunset glow? The big man who said this turned white, and we swore that no one would tell on him, so he said nothing. And when he plays with glass balls in the future, he doesn't dare to play. ?

It's best to watch the sunset at the top of the mountain, which is what I did when I was pulling sheep dung in Ulantok Brigade. Climbing to the top of the mountain, the golden old man, like the sunset, slowly retired under the cover of glory. I looked at the west with my knees in my arms. Every time the sun goes down, Xia Yun is escorted by extremely complicated etiquette, and the scene is arranged as if it were at sea. Looking at the sunset on the mountain, your chest gradually opens, and everything is yours, even a little bit, in the vastness that is within reach. ?

Only then did I realize that the best scenery is in the sky, and there is nothing to see in the world. Mountains and rivers, flowers and trees, all because of silence, are not worthy of the changes of light and clouds. There is Zen in this realm. Buddhism says that "emptiness" is not "nothingness", just like a picture of heaven. There was nothing in the sky, but we saw a lot of weather. Therefore, things in the air are wonderful, not nothing. However, this is far from the point. ?

Yesterday, I saw the sunset glow. On the lawn of the city square, buildings retreated and dodged, exposing a vast sky for pedestrians to see the sunset dance. At that time, I accompanied my daughter back from Erjing Street to make up lessons. I said to the child, look. She took a look and continued riding, probably still thinking about the route. ?

Running water?

The sound of running water is beautiful, from the stream passing through pebbles to the sound of water getting into people's stomachs through their throats. After running, I was as thirsty as a weak grain. I drank water on my back. I heard the sound of "thump" and admired it very much. What's that noise? Does the water hit the intestines, or does the throat contract like a piston? ?

After running in summer, I drank about 1246 ml of water, and some of it leaked out and turned into sweat. After exercise, human skin is like a funnel. After drinking the water, you stared at your chest, and every hair eye smelled of spring, which turned into big drops of sweat and stole some salt from me. Just eat another salted duck egg later. ?

After drinking water, I imagine the mysterious travel of water in the body, passing through the stomach, emptying in the small intestine and entering the blood. I patted my thighs and arms and greeted the water: coming? We are all here. One of the most active water has run into tiny blood vessels, that is, the surface of the body, the so-called skin. ?

The water I have drunk is Longjing, Coke, carbonated drinks disguised as apples, mineral water and tap water. They flow in the blood. If you put the stethoscope on the pulse, you will hear the sound of running water, similar to the sound of drinking water. ?

Underwater sound is the cry and poem of water. When the water flows, a little bit of depression, unevenness and rotation will make a sound. If you listen to the sound of a waterfall three miles away, the urgent sound becomes a deep throat, like the cello part of a string. The sound of water droplets is a unique language for children, crisp and naive, just like reading a text. The pouring of water on the roof is a woman's rambling, long and lack of exact meaning. Rain in the wind, like a whip and splashing ink, is a man's heart, especially at night. ?

In winter in the north, the sound of running water can be heard under the ice of the river bed, which makes people want to lie on the ice for a while, like laughter. The water under the ice is black with white fog, and the fish are covered with black ridges. If we expand the hearing range of human ears, we will hear the sound of water flowing in the trees and infiltrating into the soil of flowerpots: Hula, Hua, just like in the Dragon Palace.

Comments: The bleak natural scenery warms people's hearts, and even the life as light as water is so beautiful and rich in connotation.

Girl's flower

Tang Min

According to legend, daffodils were changed from a couple. Her husband's name is Jin Zhan and her wife's name is Bai Ye. So there are two kinds of daffodils, the single one is called golden lamp, and the double one is called louver.

The petals of the Louvre have four layers, and two large white petals are sandwiched between two short yellow petals. Looking at the past is both simple and complicated, like a woman who is good at silence in southern Fujian, with her head half lowered and her eyes looking down. Sadness is silent, joy is silent.

The "Golden Lantern" consists of six white petals on a plate, on which is a wine lamp made of yellow petals. This flower looks clear at a glance, and it does have the simple enthusiasm of a man. In particular, the flower core in the shape of a wine glass reminds people of the pride of men who don't forget to drink after death.

If they are not married before they become flowers, the flowers in the louver must be pure white, and there will be no white tray for the golden lamp. There is no more flower in the world that reflects the mutual penetration of husband and wife like daffodils, is there? I often imagine Jin Zhan getting drunk and kissing his wife, Bai Ye, and dyeing wine on Bai Ye to make her flowers have short yellow petals. When the shutter was angry, Jin Zhan took the glass and dared not drink it. He humbly came to please the shutter. At this time, the daffodils exude an extremely sweet fragrance, which is the fragrance of harmony between husband and wife in the world and permeates the families welcoming the New Year.

Just married, it doesn't matter whether you have children or not. As long as one person is on a business trip, the other person will try to follow. The stove is out, the door is locked, no matter how boring it is, it's interesting. When I get to a place where I have friends, I will play for a few days and leave good memories. Life without burden, wandering on the earth, is called "the song of guerrillas" Everywhere I go, I go to see the scenery, drill alleys and walk around, and attack the flavor snacks that my eyes can see.

However, suddenly, I really want to get the only "only child".

When winter comes, daffodils are planted

From that moment on, I took daffodils as a symbol of my children.

Like drawing lots, I chose the most expensive flower.

If the "golden lantern" blooms, I will have a son;

Open a "blind" flower and have a daughter.

Cut open the flower ball with a knife and carefully carve the leaf stem. A * * * has six external buds. I am so nervous when I look at the flower buds wrapped in leaf membranes like chubby babies. Is it a son or daughter?

I hope I can bloom a "golden lamp".

I sincerely hope that it is a boy.

Never despise girls. But an indescribable love for girls.

I love her too much to let her come into this world.

Because I can't guarantee her happiness all her life, and I can't let her get the most beautiful love in a short life. I am particularly worried that her figure and appearance will be despised if she is not beautiful. If she is extremely ugly but smart and kind, it is doomed that her life is so painful.

Boys are different. People are made of clay, and suffering makes them strong.

"God" made men out of clay, but made women out of men's ribs. There is fresh blood and meat on the ribs, and it hurts when touched lightly. Therefore, women can't stand even the slightest injury.

In this sense, a woman is an extremely sensitive and delicate insect. Their tentacles, eyes, soft boneless bodies and gorgeous wings are only born to feel, accept and attract love. They were the first to anticipate the disaster and the first to die under the impact of the disaster.

One day, my friend and I had a drink in a coffee shop. This friend who has experienced nearly ten years more than me said:

"Men feel happy in the process of loving the woman they like. He feels happy because the other person accepts everything he has done for her. And a woman is happy as long as she accepts love. If a woman falls in love with and pursues the man she likes, it is a painful thing, and the man she loves will not feel happy. This is a very wonderful feeling. "

In the twilight, looking down from the window next to the seat, people in the street are like water, and many men and women from all backgrounds are in a hurry.

"Generally speaking, men's love lasts longer than women's. As long as a woman entrusted by him with a relationship asks him for help after many years, he will always help her wholeheartedly. Men don't care much about how that woman used to treat herself. "

At that moment, I was more determined to have a son. Boys are not only born to adapt to society than girls, but also bear hardships and stand hard work, which is the source of happiness for women. I hope my son can at least be kind to the women in his life and give them permanent happiness in his short life.

"The biggest disadvantage of being a man is that there is no way to cherish the love of a woman you don't like. This antipathy is sincere, not hypocritical, and they can't help showing their contempt for their daughter. Frivolous teenagers go even further, hurting girls like that in public. This is the evil side of men. "

I think of my daughter. Wouldn't it be even sadder if she was lucky enough to escape public humiliation and met a man who completely respected her feelings, but regarded respect as her love? In men, the failure of pursuit does not destroy the beauty of pursuit; For women, this has become a lifelong shame.

Anyway, I still don't want girls.

The daffodils used for divination are slow to bloom.

This daffodil has never flourished, and it has never been sunny. It is also green and full of vitality.

Later, the bud broke through the leaf membrane of the package and opened like a peacock's tail. Six green peacocks stopped together.

Every flower and every bone is full, but it never blooms.

Is it a "golden lamp" or a "blind man"?

Freud's theory is scary enough. Babies have a desire for love since they were suckled. And the behavior of life is dominated by lust.

Occasionally, I listen to the students of the Buddhist College talking about the "fatalism" of Buddhism. About the twelve causes, it is the causal law of life from conception to death, and the power that dominates all tangible and intangible life and spiritual changes is lust. Not only the living are dominated by their own feelings about things, but even the souls that have not yet acquired life forms are also controlled in the same way.

A daughter was born because a woman's soul fell in love with a father, threw herself into his arms and became his daughter.

A son was born because a man's soul fell in love with a mother, threw himself into her arms and became her son.

If I hadn't heard this statement until my death, I wouldn't have left such a terrible mark on my mind. Now I can't forget it.

When I came home, I asked my husband, "Do you want a boy or a girl?"

"Girl!" He answered without hesitation.

"Boy!" I am so angry!

"Why?" He's weird.

I can't answer that.

In this way, I saw my daffodils in full bloom in my dream.

Extremely lush, it is a girl's flower, and a pot has opened all over the ground.

I am disappointed beyond description.

These two flowers, which are open at the top, together represent:

"Mom doesn't love us, go to hell!"

They both fell down and fell into a pot of boiling water.

By the time I hurriedly fished them out and offered to take them away, they were as hot as boiled cabbage leaves.

A few days later, it was another girl's flower.

In just a few days, they were desperate to let go of all the flowers. There is also a flower with the tallest stem. In this cluster of flowers, there are two largest flowers blooming side by side. Unlike in the dream, they didn't look up, but all bowed their heads, as if the flowers were tilted in one direction by the wind. The flower stem that has been smoked for the longest time suddenly can't stand straight and limply wobbles. Tie it with a rope and use a pencil to top it, but it won't hold. If you are not careful, the flower stems will collapse.

I don't know how sorry and sad I am. Look at this blooming flower all day.

It gives off a pungent fragrance, which goes straight to the bottom of my heart. They ignored my worries and tried to show their beauty for themselves.

Every flower floats in the air as white as a cloud. Huang Cancan's petals are the sunshine in the clouds. Their short flowering period has passed.

Their hearts despise me.

My husband is busy with official business every day and has never cared about them once, let alone talked about them. He doesn't know my ghost.

So this girl's flowers are even more unfortunate.

Their flowers bloom and fall, but they are still beautiful.

One day, the power went out. I lit a candle and put it on the table. When I came up from downstairs, I found the candle out and the room was dark. I struck a match. It was the daffodils that fell on the candles and put out the fire. It is the stalk that smokes the most when it is poured on the candle. Like flowers in a dream, they committed suicide. The candle lit two daffodils, each half. The remaining half is still open like that, and there is a shiny black ink line where the half flower is.

I was scared for a long time, but I still can't let it go.

This is a girl's flower, like a knife.

You can do many wrong things in the world, but you must never do anything that hurts girls.

There are only a few daffodils left.

I don't want boys or girls, let alone terrible divination.

But the daughter of my life will never come.

(Excerpted from Fujian Literature No.7 1986)

Xiao shan ba Jin Xiao Jie

Reason: It shows deep love and nostalgia for his wife, touching and warm.