Essays on Wei Zi's Prose in August

The Ziwei flowers in the park are particularly good these days. Every tree is full of white, pink, lavender and different colors. A gust of wind blew, but it was like a group of beautiful moths swinging and clothes fluttering. Remembering the last time I saw this crape myrtle, I perfunctory a word. It was only the end of July, and now it is the end of August. Suddenly the face is still the same, and time is no longer.

Take this purple flower of Wei for example, it is getting more and more beautiful every day, and its charm is increasing with the times. Its charm is as elegant and fragrant as poetry in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. The beautiful appearance and graceful posture are just a clear word, and the bright moonlight, as always, casts a shadow on the sea, causing a clear wave. That elegance is also like a peerless beauty, and there is a breeze between gestures, which makes people reluctant to move their eyes.

It's so beautiful, like a spring breeze through the cold winter, across the mountains surrounded by Zita Law, infinitely soft. Therefore, every time I see it, my heart is full of joy. Bai Juyi has a saying: who is the companion who sits alone at dusk, opposite China is Lang. Although flowers don't know words, they are good partners. Unfortunately, our relative time is always so short. I stopped for it countless times, but it never followed my footsteps. Maybe not, maybe not. I can't criticize its indifference, because it gives me joy and makes me moved. I also know that if I want to, it will always wait for me.

Comparatively speaking, time is more ruthless. Whether I like it or not, it's not there. I look back, it was a distant past, piled up into memories. If I linger, it will become yesterday, and I am not allowed to take another look today. Therefore, I dare not linger, dare not look back, and can only look into the distance with all my eyes. It is in the unknown future, separated by a mountain and a water. Every time I take a step forward, it floats further and is as weak as an elf.

Therefore, in the face of time, I am afraid to take a wrong step. If I walk slowly, my youth will be like a gust of wind and the fire will pass; If I gallop, the streamer walks slowly with small steps, and inadvertently stagger the pace, I may miss the most beautiful scenery in life. Just like a delicate side dish, how can you taste three if you swallow it casually? Before the time, I was like a child who made a mistake and didn't know how to put my hands and feet.

I'm at a loss and afraid of streamers. No, this is not real fear. Passion for jade, joys and sorrows, love and hate, is like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, and all kinds of flavors are surging in my heart. It is precisely because of these contradictory feelings that I muddle along day after day and year after year. I don't know how many times the spring breeze in Jiang Nanan has turned green. I only saw the flowers bloom and fall in the depths of the years, and the colorful colors of falling English made people confused red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple.

Perhaps, it is pure white, without ink or fine dust, as clean as a clear sky after rain; Perhaps, it is as red as fire, as delicate as a peach blossom blooming with a smile in the spring breeze, with delicate cheeks and a longing for life; Maybe, it's green, it's green. Or, it may be bright yellow, flowing in the branches, becoming a chrysanthemum that "would rather hold fragrant branches and grow old than dance with yellow leaves in the autumn wind"; Perhaps, just a faint dark blue, wrapped in deep water, let the tide surge, you can still see the clarity in your eyes. I prefer it to be luxurious purple, showing the domineering of the king in the light fur ribbon.

Naturally, this is my wishful thinking. However, in August, what color do you want to be? You have green hills like daisies, green flowing water, elegant green willows and yellow chrysanthemums, too many. However, I only love a crape myrtle embellished on your cheongsam, which blooms on the roadside where I must pass, accompanying me through August and into September.