Who has walked through his youth, left behind with laughter, who has disappeared from the rainy season and flooded with tears. Whoever stays in the time of someone else, misses it warmly. –Inscription
In the afternoon, the blue skies washed away with clouds, and the distant Mount Lushan came into view. The waves on the river were floating. In this quiet time, stroll in the park on the road, look at the flowers and flowers, and look at the clouds and clouds. In the depths of the years, leave a relaxed and happy mood. In the time of water, stay in the busy downtown. Calm and indifferent. Allowed to suck cold air, a splash of sunlight on the body, bathed in the warm winter sun alone winter, the cold disappeared. In the shallow time, holding a book, in the warm sun, memories of warm past, good taste years quiet.
Qing Qing Yun
Turning over the notebook, the cover of the cyan was unobstructed: a light-colored table topped with a bowl of wild chrysanthemums, growing tenaciously in front of the sunny window. Next to the desk is a book, a flower is placed on the book, a headphone next to the flower, this full of fragrance and beating notes, combined with the beautiful light blue picture, it is a rhyme fragrance, aesthetic harmony.
I always liked Su Shi’s “A snow in Longdong bar, and the life is a little clear and clear.” But compared to “Ching Ming”, I prefer “Qingqing” because it is not only a clear secret, but also a solution to the eclipse. The cherish of the Year is an outlook for a better life.
For my out of context, "Qing Qing Qing Yun" is also considered an elegant word! In the warm time, I hope we all have a "clear" heart.
Snow shadow dreams
Open the gates of memory and flow past.
In the winter, snow is a very poetic thing. In the vast land of the earth, on a quiet night, the bright moon will leaps gold, and the shadows will fall. Suddenly, a cold wind hits the catkins, and the snow and moon are clean. Just think of it, it's really refreshing.
But I will never forget that it is also in the winter, cold, cold winter night, a big hand holding a small hand, a lean back carrying a small person, walking in the bright moonlight, faltering, a Snowflake will be full of branches, floating on her face and shoulders, the granddaughter took a breath. She gently skimmed the snow on her grandmother's head. Her little hands tightened her grandmother's neck. Their shadows strung together. never separate. It is cold winter, cold wind, cold snow, but no cold. I would like to ask how this situation can not make people feel warm in their hearts. This is really touching. At that time, I did not ask for anything.
Now, in the winter, it is still cold and windy, but the granddaughter's shadow is rarely seen by her grandmother. When the black wind rises high and her shape is alone, how desolate it is! The snow-covered scene of the night is like a dream, but what is it today? At this time, I have some thoughts.
Someone told me that as long as there is something to remember and enjoy in the heart, then happiness is still tangled.
[Child picks up memory]
Open the window of childhood, such as shells come to my eyes.
Remember that in my hometown, where the winter is wrapped in snow, it is a world of ice and snow. Our children, like to step on a row of footprints in the snow, like to write their names in the snow, like snowmen in the snow. After finishing, the hand is cold, but still silly grinning smile. On that pale land, a child, a cold snow, several high language, vividly remembered.
I remember that every winter, friends and adults roasted together and sat down by the fire. They couldn't change their lives. They picked up snowballs and smashed on someone's body. They finally went crazy in the yard and we ran unscrupulously. In the snow, enjoy the carnival.
But it will not be forgotten that on that day of that year, the little girl who was surnamed Wang was bullied. She cried her nose (listed first because she was very happy); on that day of that year, she insulted the one. The female man surnamed Jia; on that day of that year, she overturned the sister named Huang (in fact, I rarely called her sister); on that day of that year, she cried out that name was Yao’s. Sister (哎); One day on that day of that year, mad at the big brother named Huang (Jialan); on that day of that year, she met another surnamed Wang Shuiling girl; that day of that year. , Sisters who have surnamed Xie ……
In the light of time, relive the warmth and openness that time and time again, picking up a piece of happiness.
In this watery year, he spends a leisurely time rushing in and listening to nature's voice and feeling life.
In the quiet years, with a touch of warmth in the heart, a net land was opened and the notebook was opened. It was recorded that once a cold wind hit, the affection of affection and the friendship of friends warmed me.
Well, it was like a song; then, spring blossoms; that. Bloom on the street;
Then, dyed one season fragrant, warm and missed.
Text / Snow Dream