Nakshu

After more than ten years' experience, I can't help feeling that the wonderful life should be dull. I'm tired of repeating the same boring thing every day.

After several unpleasant experiences, I began to want to escape from this world.

I said to my mother, "I don't want to do this anymore." No amount of effort seems to be in vain, so many people are above me. I might as well return to nature, learn from the ancients and live in seclusion. "Mother didn't speak. A few days later, my mother took me to a mountain. That is an unknown mountain. Although it is not high, it can also be described as risk. I looked at my mother and guessed her intentions.

"Do you see that tree?" Mother pointed to the cliff. I looked up. Between the steep cliffs, there is a tree, which seems to be bent by the cracks in the cliffs, but it is full of vitality.

"Well, I see it. That is ... "

"Come on, I'll take you up." My mother took me, found a gentle hillside and walked up step by step.

Looking at the sweat on my mother's forehead, although I didn't understand her intention, I told myself that I must go up. Peak. This is really a lonely place.

My mother took me to that tree. "Look." I was startled. That tree actually grows out of stones!

"This, how can ..."

"You see, if this tree wants to grow, it must penetrate hard rocks. You are a clever boy, I think you will understand. " Mother stopped talking. I leaned down carefully and looked at the tree on the cliff. Its roots really grow in the rock, and they stretch around with tenacity and strength, as if to absorb all available nutrients around.

Epiphany.

I looked back at my mother and said, "I see. If you want to gain your place in the world, you must work hard to overcome all setbacks and face life stubbornly. "

Before that, you must temper yourself first. Only true skills can overcome setbacks! "Mother said with satisfaction.

"Well, I'll never say such stupid things as seclusion again."

On my way back, I looked back at the tree. Under the blue sky, it seems like a sword that goes straight into the sky. It is telling me that it wants to fight against adversity.

Thank my mother for letting me see the tree. Thanks to the tree that broke through the rock, it made me understand that no matter how difficult adversity and frustration are to overcome, as long as we work hard, they will eventually become stepping stones on the road to success and help us climb to the top of victory.

That tree will grow in my heart forever.

2. Be an epiphyllum, only the fragrance remains.

A flash in the pan, freeze memory.

After a long time, I still can't forget the moment when Epiphyllum first opened. In the bright moonlight, it just opens its arms lightly and embraces this seemingly beautiful world, like a supernatural spirit, without any distractions and suffocating beauty.

But it is so short.

The price paid for this amazing beauty is the shortness of life. No tears, no sadness, no hesitation, only stubborn loyalty to myself. In this way, it quietly blooms and fades, leaving people with infinite feelings.

No matter how gorgeous and delicate a flower is, its final fate is still getting old day by day or dying day by day. Instead, it is better to be like a epiphyllum. Although it is short-lived, it can keep fragrance forever. It has never been defiled by worldly remnants and fallen leaves, only waiting for a gorgeous flower to bloom next year.

The beauty of Epiphyllum lies in the extreme life it shows. It's amazing and fascinating. The beauty that really touches people's hearts in the world is nothing more than a flash in the pan. Short but can stay in my heart forever. Just like a cup of hot tea in the middle of the night, a pair of cheeks that gently touched the tears, a fearlessness in the face of difficulties, a detachment from a high-rise building alone, a comfort in a desperate situation, and a tear that moved in the secular world will always remain in people's hearts.

Don't say epiphyllum is short-lived, they just obey their inner strength, and come out from their inner generate at the most appropriate time, showing the world a touch of surprise, a little aloof and a little free and easy. Let their most beautiful memories live in people's hearts and remain beautiful after thousands of years.

When the body dies, the memory lasts forever.

Don't linger in the secular garden, because there are no unbeaten flowers; Don't live an empty life, because it's just a walking corpse.

Be an epiphyllum, that is, an epiphyllum, leaving a touch of eternal aloof beauty in the soul. That's the ultimate.

3. The beauty of flowers

Silk flower, paper flowers, plastic flowers ... fake flowers are also beautiful. Leave it there until it is full.

It's gray.

I don't like fake flowers very much, although they are beautiful, just beautiful, just not beautiful.

Have a soul.

Love a real flower, because she is alive, she will shine and wither. straight

What shocked me was the moment before the flowers fell. False, it is better to leave brilliantly.

The spirit of flowers is the same for people.

I like autumn.

Many people have asked me, "Which season do you like best among the four seasons of the year?" I always answer without hesitation: "I like autumn!" " "

I like autumn. Although it has no vibrant appearance in spring, colorful scenery in summer and pure silver makeup in winter, I still have a soft spot for it.

If green is the messenger of spring, red is the color of summer and white is winter clothes, then yellow belongs to autumn. When seeing Miss Xia off, Grandma Qiu walked towards us with vigorous steps. Her arrival made everything take off old clothes and put on new clothes. All the trees have taken off their green clothes. Put on the new clothes carefully sewn by Qiu's mother-in-law Flowers put away their smiling faces, and birds flew to the south in droves-another warmer world. It seems that everything is helpless, lonely and beautiful. Passers-by are also in a hurry to enjoy the scenery on both sides. This may be the reason why autumn is not popular with the public.

But let's look away from these sad scenery and turn to the golden fields. The crops in the field have matured after several months of cultivation, which has brought unparalleled joy to people. The farmers who have worked hard for a long time are all smiles and go to the golden fields to harvest the fruits of their labor. They are working in full swing in the golden sea. For a time, the vitality of spring, the lively enthusiasm of summer and the joy of harvest in autumn all came to this vast field. A gust of autumn wind blew, and the "sea" was choppy, mixed with people's crisp and gratified laughter. Look at this situation, how many people don't like autumn?

Sometimes there will be a light rain, and the autumn rain will hit people's faces soft and cool. At this time, people forgot all their misfortunes and accepted the baptism of autumn rain.

I like autumn, like the beauty of depression, like the joy of harvest, like the continuous light rain … like all this.

If someone asks me now, "Which season do you like best all the year round?" I will not hesitate to answer: "I like autumn!" " "Although not very prominent.

Life is like ping pong.

A pool of duckweed is green with a touch of water. When there is no wind, it is like a piece of cloth lying flat on the surface of the pond without any wrinkles, and it is like a natural turquoise bronze mirror floating in the pond.

Some of the branches went straight into the pool surface, and there were slight scratches on the flat water surface-but they could not be completely cut off, showing their vitality. Aquatic plants and kingfishers also disturb the water surface of duckweed from time to time, and fish lines appear involuntarily, which makes duckweed more crowded and nervous.

The wind is blowing violently, and duckweed is wrinkled; It is weeds that bend over and swing their heads; The kingfisher disappeared for a long time, and the wrinkles were only a moment. When the wind is a little less, the table tennis surface will return to its original state. Then, it is wrinkled and floating. Sometimes fish "patronize". Wind is the devil, weeds are bacteria, but it can't destroy it.

After the wind, the flat surface is still intact except for some sundries.

This reminds me of Wen Tianxiang's poem "Life experiences ups and downs, but the rain is flat". Yes, life is not like duckweed, there are always storms in a quiet life; And the wind and waves contain a quiet life.

The twists and turns of life are not duckweeds that survive in the wind. Duckweed is to take root in the water, while man is to survive in the world.

Rough and bumpy, long life, sigh for heaven, sigh for life and death; Praise the Yellow River, praise the majestic posture of the Yellow River; Weeping grass, crying grass is unknown; Standing on the mountain and singing, singing the majesty of the mountain; Whispering to the river, singing the trickle of the river ...

If life is just the calm of duckweed without strong wind, then life is a cup of tasteless water; If only the river is selfish, then the world is full of cold ice; If there is only mountain arrogance in the world, there will be no selfless love. ...

Your own life, your own road, is at your feet and under your control.

Life! Duckweed!

The charm of leaves

There is a tree in front of the window. There is a leaf on the tree. I looked at it and it looked at me.

The leaves are always swaying slightly. I was curious and asked, "Ye, why do you always swing?"

I want to fly. It says.

"Leaves are leaves, and they can never fly like birds."

"Watch it." It just smiled and stopped talking.

Leaves swing from spring to summer, lasting and warm.

I was surprised: "Why? A season of time you have grown up, you should understand ... "

"Maybe," he looked at the sky and sighed softly. "A season has taught me that leaves can never fly like birds, but I still can't stop myself from flying. Sometimes, you know it's impossible, but you can't control yourself, can you? "

"Since we know that it is impossible, how can we not stop it?" I'm confused.

"Maybe, because in my heart, I still want to fly …" It smiled at me with a hint of sadness. ...

It is autumn here.

I looked at the crumbling leaves and said, "Your life is coming to an end. Are you still chasing an impossible dream? "

"yes." Leaf raised his head, eyes shining with irresistible brilliance, "you know? People, now I am very happy. "

"Happy?"

"Well, this time, I understand a lot. I watched many people coming and going from this treetop, busy, but never satisfied. Do you know why? "

"Didn't they get what they wanted?"

"No, because they ignore the process while pursuing the result. You know, the joy of' result' is brought by' process'. It is a pity that there is no result in the process, but the result without the process is even more tragic ... Do you understand? "

I shook my head gently. "What are you trying to say to me?"

It smiled again: "I am savoring the process!" " "

Winter is coming.

I came to the window with heavy steps. Suddenly, a sight froze me-dead leaves, flying!

Time seems to have stopped flowing, and it radiates youthful brilliance with its body. It left the embrace of the tree and danced on the stage in the sky in the warm winter sun. Although it is such a simple action, it dances with charm and charm, lighter and more moving than a bird ... it is more like a gypsy girl. Although her clothes are old and her skirt is torn, she dances with flying will when no one is watching, and her eyes are glowing. It was a calm, warm and detached cheer! Yuan Hu, who drew a circle in the air, is that life? Grave!

Suddenly, like an elf joking in the wind, a gust of wind blew, and the leaves were out of balance, like a yellow butterfly with broken wings, tumbling in the air, making a final effort before landing. Finally, the "butterfly" fell to the ground, and the sunset dyed it golden, like a dying fiery red cloud in the sky. ...

Tears trickled down my eyes: "Your dream came true, but you spent your whole life waiting and exhausted all your energy. Don't regret it? "

It didn't answer, still smiling quietly, and gradually closed its eyes. ...

In the evening, I had a dream. In the white heaven, angels are playing hymns, and leaves are flying peacefully, leaving shining marks. ...

A voice said: Dreams exist for pursuit!

The stubborn life between the cracks often moves me to tears.

It is the uncertain wind that scatters the seeds that have not been picked to the ends of the earth. When they could no longer find the soil, they pinned their last hope on this crack. Although they can also share the warmth of the sun and get water from the rain, only the soil on which all life depends must be found by themselves. How severe the reality they face.

As a result, there has been an amazing miracle in nature, and tenacious life has sprouted among barren rocks.

Or just a bunch of nameless weeds, Chun Lv is autumn and yellow, and the years are passing away. They have no conditions to grow wide leaves, because they can't find enough nutrients to make the grass grow thick. They only have three or two slender leaves, and the subtle veins tell you how difficult it is to survive. What's more, they grow their own roots under clusters of thin leaves, just to suck their mothers' milk less, and then look for gaps that are not easy to be detected. This is life. If this is an instinct, then it just shows how noble the instinct of life is, and life has the right to think that it is magnificent and its vitality is so unstoppable.

Or a group of hill flowers, mostly bitter dandelions. Their stems and leaves are full of bitter milky juice, and their roots are dug up like wild vegetables in spring. But the dandelion in the crack is far less strong than its peers in the field. They can't grow into tall trunks because of the strong wind, and they can't grow many leaves because of the barren rocks. Their stems look tough and old, and their leaves lose their luster because of withering. Only their roots, like that flexible and powerful rib, like that soft vine with rigidity, are buried deep in the narrow gap between cracks; They can no longer cook fresh wild vegetables for people, but silently prepare a reliable grip for people to climb mountain roads. Life is defined and changed by the environment in this way. Although the law of survival of the fittest is ruthless, all the fittest are the strong ones who overcome the environment. The phenomenon of life tells you that life is a struggle.

If there are only these little flowers and grasses in the gap, it may only arouse people's pity; The most amazing thing is that there are still towering pines and cypresses in the cracks of the rocks, which are majestic and vigorous. They make the mountains have aura and make all life look pale and inferior in front of them. Their trunks grew tenaciously from the cracks in the stone, twisted and rotated, and every inch of the tree coat was scarred. Up, up, up. Every inch of growth has to go through several degrees of cold and heat, several degrees of spring and autumn. However, they finally grew into towering trees, with lush branches and needles that never withered. They stand on the cliff wall, on the high mountain peak, and only the knotted roots on the cliff silently tell you how hard their growth is. The roots, as thick as a python and as thin as a grass snake, are intertwined, plunge into a gap and drill out from another gap, thus extending along the ruthless bluestone, grasping the rock where it lives like sharp eagle claws. Sometimes, a pine and cypress tree, whose roots have to climb over half a cliff, seems to tie countless rocks tightly with a thick cable, let them face the storm, and finally occupy a world for themselves in a living space that does not belong to them.

If all life disdains to find a foothold in the crevices, then there will be a large area of forever dead in the world, birds will have nowhere to live, all life that depends on flowers and trees will be extinct, and there will be eternal darkness that will never be civilized. If all life only covets black fertile soil, how can they improve their ability to control the environment and become stronger in the reproduction from generation to generation? The world is so wonderful. Imagine that the weeds in the crevices, once their grass seeds are scattered on fertile land, will be more vital and flourish than the delicate seeds that have not been tested by wind and rain; Imagine dandelions in the cracks. Once their seeds, supported by groups of umbrellas, float to the wet countryside with the wind, they will surely thrive and withstand the heat and cold better than other flowers. As for the tenacious pine and cypress, it is the lofty embodiment of life, the most perfect symbol of perseverance and will, it inspires all life and sets an example.

May all life not wait for Ai Ai because it falls among rocks. May all life dare to seek the most difficult environment. Life is to find yourself and know yourself in the most difficult situation, so as to temper yourself, grow yourself, and finally complete yourself and sublimate yourself.

The tenacious life between the cracks is both biological and philosophical, and it is the unity of biology and philosophy. It is also aesthetic; As an aesthetic phenomenon, it shows you not only the layers of green that decorate the barren hills, but also the beautiful and magnificent spiritual world.

The tenacious life between the cracks has such emotional power, which shocks people's hearts and makes the planet we live on magical and brilliant.

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