See lilacs for the first time.

When a tree with white flowers fell in front of you, I asked what it was. The friend replied, "This is lilac".

Is this lilac? Is this the bitter clove lamented by the poet in Yuxiang? I marvel at my ignorance, and even more at how charming this white flower can be.

Indulge in the campus garden with friends and enjoy the scenery of flowers in full bloom. Begonia, Rosa davurica, Crataegus pinnatifida, Paeonia suffruticosa and Paeonia lactiflora compete for beauty, and only the whiteness and purity of clove are particularly attractive. ...

A friend pointed to Lilac and said, "Have you smelled her carefully?" I shook my head. I thought that every flower is fragrant, let alone a clove. Pull out a flap and put it in front of your nose. "It tastes bitter," I said. My friend laughed and said, "Lilacs have bitter fragrance. Can't I afford it?"

I am speechless.

Savoring my friend's words carefully, I think of the poem I read, and seem to understand why the poet in Yuxiang wrote the bitterness and beauty of acacia with cloves so touching and intriguing. It also seems to understand a truth: people are happy when they are in pain. We just seek happiness in suffering and turn suffering into happiness, writing and all walks of life. What did you say?/Sorry?

Huangjin tunnel

We walked to the permanent side of the dormitory and canteen, where we were planted with winter jasmine. The yellow Lei Huang is colorful around us: the flowers slanting out of the road are like an extended eaves, under which we all bow when we come and go.

This is really like a golden tunnel.

Isn't it? Dormitory is where we study and rest; What about the canteen? The canteen is like an oil return station of life. Six times a day, how many stories can we tell? ...

If life is a silent struggle, then we should not only fight against the natural and objective environment, but also fight against ourselves. When we come here to study, we have to face not only textbooks, but also a series of problems, as well as various tests of family, children, the elderly and our age. As parents and children, our responsibilities and the role of life make us not only consider our studies, but also other things that we can't care about. Difficult, it seems just a square character that is not easy to write, but how difficult it is, only when you are in it, will you understand. Unfortunately, quite a few of us are wandering in this golden tunnel. They regard sleeping and eating as the top priority in life, and come and go like walking dead. Is it easy to live like this?

All production and life may be carried out in pain. It should be said that the struggle between man and time is a cruel struggle. Although there is no sword and shadow in this struggle, there is no blood dripping. However, lost time will never be recovered.

Everything that wants to be quiet and comfortable is actually to escape difficulties. Only brave people can face life squarely and face life. No matter how difficult the future is, as long as we cherish the present, there will be a future.

Golden tunnel, the runway in my memory!

Shu Tong in front of the window

The tung tree as high as the window was covered with green leaves to shelter us from the wind and rain last autumn, and we felt its friendship very much. No wonder, in the cold of winter, I stood at the window on the fourth floor, worried that snow would crush its branches. However, after several snows, it still stands high in front of our window. When spring comes, its branches change from gray to purple. One day, I actually found snow-clear buds on its branches. In a few days, they suddenly bloomed and formed lavender clouds.

Tung flowers are so chic, and there are strings of flowers on the bare branches, which are exquisite and elegant. Standing at the window and looking at the beauty of the flowers scattered on the branches is really like reading a poem, which is full of interest.

Probably only tung trees bloom first and then grow leaves. Plums don't shed their leaves, and figs don't bloom. Tung oil tree is unique in that it blooms first and leaves are exposed from its branches after flowering. We often say: "Red flowers with green leaves", the beauty of tung flowers does not need any embellishment. Just like a noble personality, pure, simple and different.

Tung flower is not only elegant, but also has a pioneering spirit without hesitation. Its spirit comes from the strong trunk of the tung tree and its stalwart body.

Tung tree, the tung tree in front of my window.

Liu Shu on the wall

There is a bent willow branch on the high wall, swaying in the wind, which worries me for a long time. Every time I walk through this wall, I feel that my life is oppressed by willows and walls.

I wonder how willows grow here. A closer look reveals its secret. It turned out that a short rain trough stretched out from the root of the willow tree. Over the years, the sink has rotted and broken, and the rain has flowed down, just passing through the roots of willow trees. Because of the wall and water, this willow tree grows day by day.

Looking at this willow tree, I suddenly understood that everything has its cause and its fruit. The existence of this willow tree is a miracle, and it also contains some truth. But I am convinced that this willow will not grow into a big tree after all. Although it can flow so smartly in the wall, how much can it endure?

2 campus poems

Then, I thought of an aesthetic problem, pure art, its vitality will not last long, and art for art's sake can only come to the end of the road. Only when art is rooted in the earth and fertile soil can there be lush scenery with a hundred flowers blooming.

in the rain

It is raining cats and dogs. Walking in the rain must be poetic, right?

However, we live very tired, and we don't always have leisure and elegance. We walk in the garden in the rain, even if we don't care about our own state of mind, don't we consider other people's eyes?

It's raining on campus today, but we must go for a walk. Although the rain is fierce and the raindrops are urgent, the green trees washed by the rain are so green that they are really worth appreciating.

There is no umbrella, no rain gear, my hair is wet, my thin shirt is soaked, and the footsteps of walking aggravate the urgency of the rain. The raindrops jumping on the lawn are constantly changing, and the fresh veins make people feel that the world is really happy.

The rain kept falling, and many beads of rain were strung on the branches, and the buds fell one after another. Unfortunately.

The first rain of this new year washed away the residual dust of a winter and knocked down countless budding new cuisines. Without this rain, many new buds will grow, but without this rain, no new buds will grow. This is the law of nature.

It seems a bit wrong to comment on rain utilitarianism. How can everything be perfect? No matter how good things are, no one will achieve the final satisfaction. Sometimes wishful thinking will inevitably hurt each other's reluctance, regardless of feelings, regardless of work, regardless of survival. When human beings have not explored the truth (is it possible), superstition will take advantage of it, but doubt and denial of permission can make people more sober.

Just like the truth of life and death, life does not mean good, and death does not mean bad. Life is full of sparks of hope, but isn't death the beginning of another hope? Everything that is about to perish has its inevitable destination. How can we ask for something that shouldn't exist? It is cruel and cruel that the rain is coming. However, the flowers that have not been knocked down still bloom after the rain. Isn't it more exciting to feel the great vitality of life?

Holiday campus

Holidays are other people's holidays.

Every holiday, I have a feeling of being idle and not relaxed. Because students in the city can reunite with their families during their holidays, those of us who are far away from home can only watch other people's bright and full moons on Saturday night, and our thoughts extend from Saturday to Monday.

However, loneliness leads to loneliness, and life still needs to be lived. Sunday morning meals are always necessary, but what you eat is different from who you eat with.

What shall we do after breakfast? I ask this question every holiday, but next time I take out my book and pen and go to the library.

Naturally, the library is the best place to go. It is spacious and quiet. Wandering in the sea of books and enjoying the book, of course, there are endless pleasures, but depression also follows.

Melancholy about what?

At the full moon, I will still think of my family, parents, wife and children.

Distracted thoughts are sometimes stubborn, and the rigid rope of thoughts can't pull back a carriage of thoughts.

Just going for a walk in the garden.

Still boring and lonely, or lonely and boring.

Just think about that sentence: holidays are other people's holidays.

I vaguely remembered the story in the book and went back to the library. The feeling of entering the library this time is different from last time. This time, my task is to read something into my brain.

But does the brain listen to the command?

Sometimes the mood is very different. If there were not so many distractions, everything would be smooth, but smooth is good?

Life may be like this, and all reasons cannot have inevitable results. Walking in a complex world is probably the most real.

I like summer.

Which girl was the first to play parasol? Which girl was the first to put on a plaid dress? Because of the arrival of summer, many butterflies have grown everywhere on campus.

Summer is really nice.

This world is really good.

Although there are so many disturbing stories this season, this lush season has given me a lot of new strength.

I like summer. Because this is an all-encompassing season that shows everything.

Are all those old people sitting on the gazebo seventy or eighty years old? They come out in this season, and their old wrinkled faces are engraved with the hardships of the years. The banana fan in their hands may be purely an ornament, but their waists and their smiling faces are full of vitality. Is this a kind of scenery?

Who has no lush season? Who hasn't been enthusiastic in summer?

I like summer because the campus is lovely. The starry lights at night and the sound of bamboo flutes drifting from far and near organized a series of campus sports. Although a little empty and melancholy, but in this season, all the movements are not hot?

I love summer, and I love summer on campus!

Call softly

Out of the school gate, walk along the dirt road covered with willows on both sides to the fields and to the quiet season.

Stepping on the floating dust all the way and watching the clouds on the horizon on the ridge where others have not left, my heart is rising and rising.

Affectionate April breeze, gently brushed my cheeks, and felt the warmth of the season in the soft breath. The dog and its owner ran through an oily green vegetable field to a place with water, and the car in the distance dripped on the silver road.

Sunset, the last touch of sunset glow, introduces the vastness of heaven and earth into the heart. The warmth of April will rush to my heart.

This is a mild season.

This is a season that reminds people of dreams and homes.

In the picture of floating clouds, clear water and rolling wheels, put your heart down for a while and take a deep breath.

Breathe and feel the warmth of this season.

Breathe and enjoy the warmth of April.

The atmosphere on campus is very different from that on the vast land.

The world inside and outside the circle is very different.

Go to the field, where the dawn is waiting.

Going to fertile soil, where is the end and shrinkage?

Go, of course! But are you going alone?

Sometimes there is a big difference between going back and coming. But have you ever taken the road that you can walk but can't go back?

In April, it's sunny and sunny, and when we go to the fields, the vast land is open, bright and pure, with various amorous feelings, which makes people emotional.

Just, gently breathing needs a state of mind.