Article 1: Written in Early Summer
Early summer is always a beautiful season. The scenery is full of charm and the mood is satisfied.. Every time I go out, I will surely see flowers blooming freely on both sides of the road, spreading refreshing fragrance and decorating the city unreservedly. The grass has added more green color, and the branches have become more luxuriant. It gives you a large cool shade and allows passers-by to rest quietly at noon. Water gurgling, fish swimming; Liu Zhisa, Smoke is spiralling upward from kitchens chimneys, the heart always keep quiet and serene, no All the Pretty Horses unruly unruly.
Early summer is a season full of charm.. "May sunny and rainy at first clear, nanshan when households turn clear; In early summer, when the breeze blows at dawn, only sunflowers will clear up. "In early summer, it often rains, but the rainy days are always at night, so whenever you get up in the morning, you can feel the nameless freshness of the air inside. However, all things have been cleaned by rain and dew and the dust has been removed. The sky has also become completely leaded by the ripples of rain.. Early summer is also a day of fatigue. People all say that "summer fatigue in spring tireness" may be such a truth. "The green worm also learns from Zhuang Zhou's dream and turns into a butterfly flying in the south garden", as evidenced by Yang Wanli's poem "After a long day's sleep, I think mercilessly and watch children catch willow flowers.". The Butterfly Dream, South Park Flying Butterfly; Long sleep without thinking, children play willow. What a leisurely and comfortable scene, let a person can't help but began to daydream.
In the leisurely time of early summer, I like to recall the past, just like a reader enjoying a book that may not be so perfect.. In my spare time, I will find a strange place to sit by myself. Although I feel strange, I still enjoy the freshness.. I like novelty, which is more urgent than my desire for freedom.. However, people should not only learn to know and pursue those new things, but also learn to think about the things left in their minds.. In my opinion, this is the essence of a person, because those memories and things are engraved in the bottom of my heart, sometimes chewing, will continue for a long time.. > > read the full text
Article 2: Time Is Just Fingertip Sand
Time is just sand on the fingertip, the elegance and elegance that cannot be grasped, the dust that cannot be lifted, the sunrise and sunset, and the white hair in an instant. No matter what you are doing or thinking, she is merciless, as if ignoring your existence, passing through your side coldly, and even unable to bring a corner of your clothes, while you are getting old in an instant..
See the children grow up, see the wrinkles on their faces grow up, see the green tiles on the wall crumble, see the withered vines fall off, the wind blows, the snow comes, inadvertently, spring, summer, autumn and winter are another cycle, only their hearts are still in place, they have nothing to gain, they have nothing to bear, the traces of coming are overgrown with thorns, the future road is still confused, the days are so boring, who invented the word loneliness, let a person deeply touched..
I can't imagine how the ancients suffered their lives, how they grew old day after day, how the long tune and the small decree were always deeply sentimental read in level and oblique tones. The night was always long, the flute was always sad and mild, the story happened and ended, countless romantic affairs and endless lovesickness were also written. A spring and an autumn, history thus deduced the life of ups and downs. Today, no one can recall the love story of waiting, or disappointment. Behind him, there was a clear dream..
Countless days, the pointer of time is always cold, the ticking makes people flustered, dare not neglect the time, but the time leaves people behind, sighing, only their own hearts can hear, dare not tell what, aging, sooner or later, is also a matter of heart, helpless.
The path that met that year, the saplings on both sides had already reached the sky. I always hoped somehow that the branches and leaves on both sides could bend and hold hands. How much sorrow did the tree-lined tree-lined tree-lined tree-lined tree-lined tree-lined tree-lined tree-lined tree-lined tree-lined tree-lined tree-lined tree-lined tree-lined tree-lined with? The leaves are green and yellow, and the heart is aging year by year. Maturity may not really be the aging of the face, but the eyes that were once hot and dry are as plain as water, fading away the passion and the hope.. > > read the full text
Chapter 3: Memories of Childhood
Every childhood is a happy ballad, whether in the past, present or future.. Perhaps, the material conditions and spiritual environment in childhood are different, but the glint of scales and scales that inside has seen from time to time in the long river of memory are all children's interests..
Have you ever remembered that the towns at that time were not cold faces wrapped in steel and concrete, and the villages were still Duets surrounded by fences. In Farm small courtyard, the hedges are scattered and sparse. The lavender or pink bowl flowers on the hibiscus tree strips are lightly in the wind, making our eyes inside's most lovely appearance..
Have you ever remembered that the sky at that time was like a lake of blue water, with white clouds drifting across it occasionally and being led by the wind, changing various shapes, which made us think differently.. Melia azedarach stands by the pond behind the house, with its green and tall umbrella, its dense neem flowers covered with its crown, lavender like cloves and exquisite like butterflies. the air is full of the fragrance of flowers and the peculiar fragrance of soil..
Have you ever remembered that in the early morning by the riverside, the water vapor was transpiring in the sun, and the winding river inside was floating with milky white and transparent fog. The light and thin fog was as ethereal as clouds and as elegant as gauze, making us feel as if we had entered the fairy tale world of inside.. The light green grass tips were covered with brilliant beads. Under the refraction of sunlight, we could not help but feel a lot of joy and impulse, regardless of being wet with dew and hair..
Ever remember, in the spring fields, rape flowers bloom, alfalfa flowers bloom, and bean flowers bloom. We are like birds out of the cage, cheering and frolicking in the fields of inside. The green vegetables in the beds, the clear canals, the swallows nesting in the nests, the kites flying freely in the blue sky, like negatives, are fixed on the memory of inside, a child's real memory.. > > read the full text(责任编辑：admin)