Spring is coming, so collect spring breeze, sunshine, flowers, beauty and feelings bit by bit. ...
Because there is no complete and huge time, all the records are just scattered pearls, strung together with silk threads of words, or some crystal fragments, which are picked up and stored here for the leisure dusk to turn over. I will thank myself for writing down the past time that has not been wasted or wasted.
It goes without saying that the ancients had to travel by candlelight in order to live up to spring. Of course I'm not as laid-back as the ancients. I only had a little struggle in my trivial life to get these pictures and words.
These pictures and words, such as embroidery; If you like knitting sweaters, you can knit sweaters; If you like planting flowers, the flowers you plant ... are your favorite insistence, and leave an acre of land for your soul, plant peaches and plums in it, and plant spring breeze.
If you come to visit and I'm not here, I want to tell you in Wang's words:
"If you come to see me and I'm not here, please take the flowers and sit outside my door for a while. They are very warm. I only remember the flowers, but I don't remember people. You are in a flower, like a flower in the wind. "
You can also turn around and leave. Everything is free.
The spring breeze woke up and the new semester began.
On my way to school in the afternoon, I saw a plum blossom in the wind.
The school is still so depressed that there is no scenery except a few rows of board houses. However, this is the last depression. If we persist in this semester, we will usher in a new landscape.
I saw a colleague I haven't seen before during the holiday. It's still the same, and of course I added a few new faces.
The first mobilization meeting in the new semester, I feel that I haven't changed from the state of holiday, listening intermittently and being distracted intermittently.
The wind is blowing, so we must work hard to survive. ...
I went to school in the morning and came back. See the baby put on the school uniform and sit on the sofa reading. There are several written postcards scattered on the table. She said she would give it to her classmates when she signed up this afternoon.
Looking at the exquisite postcards on the table and the baby's clear and shallow handwriting, I feel that the child's world is infinitely simple and beautiful.
If I don't see you during the holiday, I will send you a postcard when I meet you. I have written what I want to say to you and sent it to you for your treasure. Feelings are deep and natural.
I hope I can live in this changeable world like a child!
When the flag is raised during recess, the gradually warm sunshine is sprinkled on the playground and on the students' faces, and the students' faces are full of youth.
Looking around, the only spring scenery on campus is the willow tree behind the canteen, which grows green with the wind.
A year's plan lies in spring, and a new journey has begun. ...
I moved away, but I still have contact with the original yard.
Come back and get something and look at the flowers in the yard.
When acacia trees bloom, I can see from a distance that the trees are full of brilliance, and countless fluffy balls gather on the branches, like unfinished fireworks.
The buds of Magnolia grandiflora are like matchsticks, waiting for the spring breeze to ignite.
Plum blossoms in the corner fall in mottled shadows, like snowflakes, and are blown away by the wind.
The red leaf plum is in front of the kitchen window. Once, when I was cooking, I often looked out of the window and my eyes fell on beautiful flowers.
Although I moved away, I still miss the beauty of this yard.
At noon, one of the father and the daughter is watering the flowers and the other is feeding the fish.
I said: after you contract these two things, your task is to raise flowers and fish.
The father and the daughter almost said in unison: What about your task?
I said: My task is to look at flowers and fish.
Hey hey.
Hey hey.
Ha ha.
Every evening, when waiting for the traffic lights in the street garden, you will see birds hovering over the city.
Just like who throws a handful of flying sand into the sky, sometimes it rises, sometimes it falls, sometimes it is straight, sometimes it bends. The back of the sun is like a black spot. When you see the sun, you can see the shining wings of birds.
Birds have their lives, and people have their lives. You have yours, I have mine, and there is a direction. ...
After dinner, my new colleague and I hitchhiked, and we crossed the neon street to go home together.
In the car, we chatted. She said that she was afraid to go out for dinner because she couldn't drink and she didn't know what to say, so she often sat in silence.
No wonder, there is no sense of disobedience in getting along with her, even though we just met for the first time, even though we are separated by a whole age.
I am new here, but I hope I can make you feel that in this strange environment, it is not so strange and lonely, and maybe there will be warmth. ...
"Happy people, he started from small things.
Learn to be happy and never refuse every day.
The gift of nature "
I read this sentence in Barra's circle of friends before going to bed and felt that I was the kind of person she said. Ha ha laugh ...
Happy people, good night!
Go to work, wait for someone, get off and walk if you don't want to sit in the car.
This is not a strange place. This used to be the highest institution of learning in this city. Some relatives studied here and some friends taught here. This is also where I miss my dreams. I have come here countless times for meetings, training, work and visiting friends. ...
Now, it has changed beyond recognition. Not only has it changed hands, but the environment has completely changed.
The road behind the canteen is in front of the campus and behind the ruins. Don't go to the campus, it's all the same. Let's go and see the ruins.
The row of small courtyards where my friends once lived has been completely deserted. Spring flowers are scattered in the corner, white cherry blossoms protrude from the wall, and the mottled wall is covered with dead leaves of Parthenocissus tricuspidata. ...
The original library and teaching building have been demolished, the steps are still there, and mud and gravel are everywhere. The original auditorium disappeared and was replaced by a separate carport.
All the original things, the architecture and culture owned by a university, and my yearning for it are gone. On the ruins, smoke billowed, and I don't know what it was burning.
Although there are wickers sprouting and turning green and magpies singing on the ruins, I never knew that the changes in a place were so shocking.
When you are finished, leaving is like leaving a missed dream. Everything becomes irrelevant except occasional memories. ...
It's the season of flowers again.
Walking in the street, flowers are blooming everywhere, so enthusiastically participating in the spring of this city.
Even if you walk into any yard inadvertently, you can meet flowers from tree to tree, and the flowers can't wait to stick their heads out of the fence.
March fireworks, March spring. March is the best month of the year. Spring opens the door and releases waves of spring.
Don't refuse the gift of nature every day, and live up to the beautiful time when flowers bloom every spring.
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I planned many trips and finally made it today. My friends and I came from far away to see rape blossoms. After nearly five hours of turbulence, I finally arrived at a city only 100 kilometers away from Huadu at dusk.
At this time, staying in a strange city hotel, in the night sky outside the window, the fireworks of Shangyuan Festival are blooming and firecrackers are ringing one after another.
The baby was at home and took a picture of the moon outside the window and sent it to me. She said, "Mom, look at the moon. It's round."
How bright the moonlight is at home! Ayma, who didn't leave until this afternoon, has been overwhelmed by her thoughts.
I know the baby must miss his mother very much at this time. Usually, she is busy doing her homework all night. She seldom stands at the window and looks at the moon, let alone photographs it.
I'm not with you on such a full moon. I left home to see flowers. Maybe, as my friend's father said, she is a little presumptuous.
Here we are again in Luoping.
This is my third visit to Luoping to see the rape blossoms in spring. The scenery is almost the same, as grand and as beautiful. The mood is similar, the same joy and excitement.
Walking on the path among the flowers, the spring breeze is blowing, the flowers are in full bloom and the bees are buzzing. All the way are flower watchers, wearing colorful clothes and garlands, stopping and going, looking at flowers, taking photos, chatting and carefree.
Or take a convertible ox cart and let the ox take you swimming in the sea of flowers. The driver grabbed the rope and waved the whip, and followed the car to master the direction. The bells on the old cow's neck jingled, and the cart staggered on the flower path. I feel very comfortable sitting on the ox cart and enjoying the beautiful scenery.
Along the winding wooden plank road, I came to the observation deck on the mountain. In my opinion, the rape field is like a big piece of patchwork cloth. The field ridges cut the rape flowers into squares, and the light yellow and dark yellow rape flowers are mixed with a green wheat seedling, and occasionally a bare brown land is exposed. Nature is like a great painter, depicting spring with the most beautiful colors.
Independent Qingshan stands quietly in the endless sea of rape flowers, such as Golden Rooster Independence. No wonder it is named "Golden Rooster Peak".
Flowers and mountains complement each other, flowers add color to mountains, mountains add color to flowers, flowers surround mountains, and mountains protect flowers. It is too lonely to have mountains without flowers, and it is too general to have flowers without mountains.
A crisscross path among the flowers is crowded with tourists. People roam among flowers, just like traveling in a picture world.
Come on, come to Luoping, Yunnan. Rape flowers will light up your mood in this season.
Children should bring their classmates back for lunch, call their mothers, buy more vegetables, and call their fathers to fry more vegetables.
When mom bought vegetables, things shifted to other things. After a long sleep, my father got up and began to work in the kitchen. What the child told me can't let her down.
There is the sound of running water in the kitchen, the sound of a kitchen knife cutting meat on the pestle, the sizzling sound of a high-temperature pan, the sound of an iron spoon hitting an iron pan, the sound of a range hood, the cough of my father from time to time, and the wind whining outside the window. ...
Mom occasionally rushes in to have a look. Dad cooked several dishes and asked her to count them. Dad felt that it was not enough, so he added two more. The table was full when the food was served.
Mom said, why don't we eat first? There are adults here, and I'm afraid the children will be bound. Dad said we should eat together later.
So mom and dad sat down and waited for the children to bring their classmates back. Mom said, I'll bring my friends back for dinner one day. Dad proudly said, Do it yourself. Mom said, is it so partial? Dad then put down the chef's shelf and said that it should be arranged on the weekend. Of course. Mom is full of expectations.
After lunch, dad went back to see grandma. When I came back in the evening, I brought back two pots of flowers: peony and peony. Said it was transplanted at grandma's house. So there is the following dialogue:
Dad: Look, peony has several flower buds, which will open in a few days. Peony is smaller, I'm afraid it won't bloom until next year.
Mom: Great, I like peonies!
Dad: I will go to the flower and bird market in a few days to buy some flowering plants to grow.
Mom: OK, OK, buy it quickly! You can fill the balcony with flowers.
Dad: I'll save you the trouble of photographing flowers everywhere.
Mother was so warm that she forgot to say anything. She only glanced at her father affectionately, who is willing to plant flowers for you. If it is not love, what is it?
In the old yard, flowers bloom like snow.
I will come back again and again and open the flowers again and again.
"Woke up with a loud thunder, suddenly moved away from Wen Chao. The world of mortals is full of wind and smoke, and Nirvana is reborn in spring. "
Today is the third solar term of Jing Chun. Spring blossoms, spring breeze wakes up, insects wake up and spring is busy.
Will your sleeping heart wake up in winter?
You said you weren't afraid to wake up, but you were afraid there was no way out.
Are you too busy to lose yourself or put down a lot for those materialized things, leaving a pair of wings for the soul to fly freely?
The bug is awake. Wake up. In this spring, listen to your heart and go forward bravely. As some people say, work like a bee and live like a butterfly. ...
Nothing special happened on such a day.
The morning time belongs to work, and the afternoon time belongs to yourself.
After sending my daughter to school in the afternoon, I bought bread, vegetables and flowers on my way back. Buying flowers is as necessary as buying vegetables.
Come to the old house, turn over the flowers in the flowerpot, then wash the quilt and go downstairs to see the flowers while washing the quilt.
Haitang in Xifu is in bud, and countless flowers and bones are waiting for the wind. These flowers are similar year by year. I don't know how many times this tree has been photographed and written, but I only know that I can't ignore it every time I pass by.
Papaya begonia has also blossomed, and its color is pale pink. I remember the first time I saw it was big red. I don't know if it has changed or the flower itself has faded.
Thousands of green silk tapestries are hung on several willows. For example, their curly hair is messy in the wind. To my surprise, the willows are blooming, and catkins will fly all over the sky in a few days.
Acacia trees are full of flowers and flourishing, and standing in the yard has become the most prosperous scenery. Seeing the rape flowers coming back, I suddenly fell in love with this bright color, which seems to really brighten my mood.
A tree is full of flowers, just like a person, the more prosperous the surface, the quieter the heart; The quieter the surface, the more prosperous the heart.
The yard is so lively and quiet, which coincides with my heart.
The more you give up, the more you have to part; The farther the distance, the closer the heart; The more you love each other, the harder it is to be together.
Isn't that the way things are in the world?
(Note: When I left the yard, everyone in the yard was off work, and someone was taking pictures under every flower tree. )
Now look at this passage, as if it were written for myself.
What I like and insist on now is looking at flowers, reading books, taking pictures and recording.
These hobbies seem useless.
At the beginning of the year, the plan was to write wider and wider, but now it is the opposite, moving towards narrower and narrower trends, moving towards daily life, moving towards smallness, moving towards simplicity, moving towards calmness and moving towards one's own heart.
If I take pictures, I know that good works should pay attention to society and suffering, but I am still willing to aim the camera at beauty and tranquility, just like a accustomed shooting angle. I am willing to shoot backwards and stagger everything with the sky as the background.
Walking like this, just to please yourself, just for peace of mind. As for the rest, I don't want to push so hard.
This festival, which is called "Queen's Day" and "Goddess's Day" by everyone, lies in me. Today is Women's Day and Working Women's Day, because today, it is busier and harder, and it can be said that it is Dai Yue in Starlight Glimmer.
It is my turn to be on duty today. I get up before six in the morning. Send colleagues to school at 6: 10. Go to the girls' dormitory at 6: 20 to wake up the students. At 6: 30, I went to the classroom to check my reading before exercise. At 6: 50, I went to the playground to supervise my classmates' morning exercises. At this time, the stars and the moon in the sky are still there, and the moon is like a dim street lamp.
Then there will be an invigilation in the morning. At noon, I had lunch at school. After checking the lunch break, go home and send the children to study. In the afternoon, I came to the school to listen to a lecture on health knowledge. After listening, go home for dinner. I invigilated again in the evening. After the invigilation, I held a class committee meeting until the security guard turned off the lights in the office and checked the students' late sleep. It was nearly twelve o'clock at night when I got home. It's raining, and it's a little cold at night. While waiting for the traffic lights on the second ring road, I saw the neon in the night, like a goldfish and a vase. May it decorate my tired dream tonight.
Think of Li Jian's song: Around Dai Yuefei, just for a window, when you get lost on the road, you can see the light …
This window is the light you see on the road-starlight in the morning, moonlight, lake light in the morning, light and shadow everywhere in the school at noon, skylight at night, neon at night ... The most important thing is that there is a beam of light in your heart, so although you are very hard and tired, you don't complain. On the contrary, because of these dim lights, your heart has opened a window from trivial reality. Although I didn't receive any special gifts, I felt it was a holiday when I received the blessings from students, the oil of longevity flowers from my school and the bean tips from my colleagues.
Time flies, and a day passes in the blink of an eye.
I used to see my mother always doing things at home, so I hoped she could have a rest and sit down and talk. My mother always said that you can't do things at home if you want to.
Now I feel my mother's feelings. Housework is endless, just like work is endless. I have something to do every day. If you don't finish them today, you will accumulate more until tomorrow, and you will be more tired when you do them. Besides, it's not over yet, so we can't slow down and relax.
I've been correcting test papers all day today. Go to my brother's house to correct the papers in the morning, because the new house is not connected to the internet. I didn't expect the internet speed of his home to be as fast as that of an old cow pulling a cart. Only a few dozen copies were corrected in the morning, so I had to go back to my old house with my computer to correct them in the afternoon, and finally changed more than 400 compositions in the afternoon. When I close my laptop, I only feel backache and my eyes are shining.
Go downstairs and look at the flowers, relieve the fatigue of the body and make the dull mood happy.
Compared with last time, the weeping begonia bloomed a lot, and it will turn into a sea of flowers in a few days.
Red leaves and plum blossoms are like snow.
I especially like the mottled light spots on the background when shooting, which are dreamlike and blurred into a colorful world.
Baby Anne said, "It's so beautiful here. Can you stay?" .
Don't ask, stay here again and again and look at the flowers again.
Spring is not a reading day (except for students). Remember to look at the flowers when you're done.