Ding Limei's lyric prose?

Excellent prose works are written with the author's hearty feelings, and are the product of the author's sincere feelings, which are touching and breathtaking. The following is what I brought to you for your appreciation.

: One tree, one tree and one crape myrtle.

When did Wei Zi begin to dream of blooming? April in late spring still looks like a deep sleep. Other plants have long been awakened by spring, scrambling to get their own good colors, competing for novelty and beauty. Alone, on the bare branches, there is no sign of showing off-it's really heavy.

Then one day, my eyes inadvertently slipped over the crape myrtle on the roadside, and I stopped at once. Its flowering is really a terrible thing, and the brocade has fallen. Not one by one, but one by one. Collision, purple, white, red, blue ... The paint bucket was knocked over and spilled all over the floor. Every flower is inlaid with lace, and the folds are beautiful. Petals are tightly packed together, flowers are tightly packed together, so what you see is always a large group of splendor. Stunning-this is a silent blockbuster.

An Okumo is weaving a web among the flowers. Spiders are really good at finding places. In the hot sun, Wei Zihua's shadow flickered gently on the spider's web. Naturally, I thought of that high wall, which is inseparable from my youth. Within the fence, it is a place to cultivate flowers and plants. There are all kinds of flowers and plants, among which Lagerstroemia indica is the most. Country people call that place a nursery. The nursery is guarded by a special person. It is guarded by a fierce-looking man. He is always patrolling his territory with a big German shepherd, which ordinary people can't get in.

Flowers don't want to be bound, but they stick their heads out of the fence and tease passers-by. Especially when crape myrtle is in full bloom, you can catch a glimpse of the red clouds floating there from a distance, and the nursery has become a fairyland in Yaochi. I always pass by when I go to school, and I always stay there for a long time. At that time, I didn't know it had a nice name. Wei Zi, the country people called it the itch tree. Because its branches are slippery, they shake like a ticklish little daughter when touched lightly. You tease her, and she giggles and hides.

Finally, one day, the girl at the same table and I skipped classes, escaped the park keepers and climbed over the fence. The glass on the fence scratched our arm, which is insignificant. Flowers like brocade soon made us forget the pain. We sat side by side under a flower tree, watching spiders weave webs and watching the shadows of flowers dance on each other's faces. Outside the fence, someone's voice is getting closer and farther. The spider's big web was destroyed by us and woven again. The caretaker of the garden has been staying in his hut at the gate, singing Beijing opera that we can't understand on the radio. The big German shepherd didn't bark all afternoon. We stayed until dusk, or climbed over the fence. The gardener didn't show up. The big German shepherd who scared us didn't show up. We managed to steal two blooming Osmunda japonica. At that time, it was just ordinary, one tree blossomed and two young people. But year after year, I was immersed in it and couldn't stop. I hope I can't go back by time bus. Everyone remembers that there are several crape myrtle trees in the blue brick wall. At the gate, there is a man's hut and his big German shepherd. Men are not as fierce as they think. One day we were passing by, and the big German shepherd yelled at me. He stopped the big German shepherd and comforted me. Don't be afraid, little girl.

The nursery in those days is long gone. The people who kept the park in those days later went to the provincial capital. Who knew he was a calligrapher? When I heard people talking about it, I smiled slightly. I saw a Wei Zihua tree.

Every grass will blossom.

Going to the countryside and going to the fields with my mother, I was surprised to find a kind of grass called Niuer with small yellow flowers. Those little flowers are shyly hidden in the leaves. If you don't look carefully, you really can't see them. I said, how can the grass bloom? Mother smiled and looked at it and said simply that every grass will blossom. Stunned, think about it, it is. Dandelion flowers are well known. It's a white fluffy ball in Zhang Kaicheng. With a gentle blow, flowers are everywhere. The flowers of dog tail grass are like dog tail. If it is sliced, it is a beautiful scenery. Wormwood blooms in large groups ... I've never seen a grass that doesn't bloom.

I once taught a student, a very excellent child with a dark face and some deafness. Because he didn't listen much, he always tried to open his ears, put his head forward slightly and tried to listen. Such a child, naturally, can't get good grades in the exam. He was ignored in all subject competitions, such as physics competitions and chemistry competitions. Even in the term exam, his score is not included in the class total score. With or without him, everyone regards him as disabled.

His father, a middle-aged man with the same dark panel, often comes to see him at school and stands outside the classroom. He looked back at his father outside the window, didn't go out, just sent a smile. That smile is really brilliant, like a wild chrysanthemum in full bloom, with a lot of sunshine inside. I was curious that he burst out laughing like that and asked him why he didn't go out and talk to his father. He called me back, and my father knew I was working hard. I sighed softly, in my heart. Some people are moved, others are sad. I don't think he can change himself.

At the end of the semester, the school organized a student manual competition and won the prize in the province, which is related to the reputation of the school. The usual Chinese and mathematics classes have been confiscated, and the students' manual level is really limited. The collected works are very disappointing. At this time, unexpectedly, a child sent a group of ten handmade clay dolls. Every clay doll has its own form, either laughing or daydreaming. Lively, pure and beautiful, amazing. The work was reported to the province and won the grand prize successfully. There is only one grand prize in the province, and its sensational effect can be imagined.

The school held a conference to honor the children who made clay dolls. In the warm applause, it was dark him who walked onto the stage, the deaf child. Maybe this is the first time he has stood on such a stage. He looked embarrassed, but he bowed his head and smiled shyly. Let him talk about his winning experience. He mumbled something for a long time and said, I think as long as I work hard, I will always achieve something. In an instant, the whole audience was quiet, quiet enough to hear the sound of the sun setting.

Since then, I never dare to look down on any of them easily. They are like grass in the country. Every grass has its flowering period. Even the most humble ear hides the yellow flowers among the leaves. The drive is small and persistent.

: mother's heart

It's just a pile of dried mushrooms, dried sausages, dried radish and sweet potato slices grown in peanut and broad bean fields. ...

She tried to put this thing on the counter of the post office and asked carefully. How many days does it take to send these abroad?

It's June, and the sun is very hot outside. You can hear the sizzling sound of summer heat in the wind. She has driven many roads, her forehead wrinkles are permeated with dense sweat, and her face is dark and radiant with a layer of red. Like new soil, simple.

On this day, many people went to the post office to handle affairs. Express delivery, parcel delivery and registered delivery are all very busy. Her question was soon drowned in the noise. Not discouraged, after a while, she carefully asked, how long will it take to send these abroad?

When she learned that airmail was the fastest, she could receive it in three or five days, but the mailing cost was expensive. She stood and thought for a while, then decided to send it by airmail. A kind person, looking at what she sent, said, you can't. These things you sent are worthless, and your postage can buy a lot of them.

She smiled and said to the speaker, my son is abroad and wants to eat.

But I was told that peanuts, broad beans and the like can't be mailed internationally. She immediately stood there, at a loss. She said that first, she asked the post office staff to bend the rules, and then this time she sent it. The post office staff explained to her that it was not that we were not accommodating, but that there were rules. In international parcels, these are contraband.

She gave a cry of "Oh" and suddenly lost her mind. She stood there, staring at her pile of produce and muttering to herself. My son likes to eat. what can I do?

It was suggested that she send him money to buy something else to eat. Or your son has peanuts and broad beans to sell.

She smiled and shook her head. It suddenly occurred to me that I asked the post office staff if peanut candy could be sent. The inside replied, this is ok, as long as it is packaged. She got excited. So, spiced broad beans can also be sent? I'll wrap it well. It won't break. Obviously, the people inside have never seen the delivery of spiced broad beans. They thought about it and vaguely answered that vacuum packaging is ok.

Such a reply encouraged her, and she said thank you again and again, as if others had helped her a lot. She tidied up the things on the counter, put them back in the snakeskin bag and carried them on her shoulders. She nodded apologetically to the people in the counter. I'm sorry to bother you. I won't send it today. I will come home tomorrow to make peanut candy and spiced broad beans.

She left with a smile. The burning sun shone on her, and the snakeskin bag was on her shoulder. In the street, people come and go, and no one will notice. There, an ordinary mother walked with her heart on her shoulder.