In the picturesque Jiangnan water town, whenever the autumn wind brings rain and frost, the hazy moonlight will melt in your heart.
At the moment when the last orange light on the horizon disappears, people with a heart will see their "heart": on a small piece of land under the sky, that bright red flower emerges and blooms confidently.
This is an unusual flower in the local area. I have been driving proudly for many years and ended my faith in the dusk sunset. Tear it down
Flowers are exquisite, but they are not flowers, but people.
It has its own ideas. It wants to hear the subtle mechanical sound of the second hand floating; It wants to see the illusion of the sky overhead; It wants to open quietly like deep water; It wants to die with a bang and leave with light.
It opens at night. That sunset glow exudes the mildest and coolest temperature of the day. So it is doomed to die on a cold night. People laugh at its meanness, but it is still willful. Because it has lived a glorious life, it would rather end up bitter.
What a beautiful sunset is its ending.
Even people can't be so awed.
Seeing it, I saw my heart. I think of the story in the misty rain and the despair at that time. Burn it one by one on the rings in your heart, leaving scars. After many years, it seems to be relieved again. The cocoons in my heart are broken one by one, peeled off and fell to the ground and turned into dust.
Now that I think about it, the pain at that time is now like a joke. Anyone who has walked through the snow in the world knows that their worries are nothing more than unfounded worries, and the truly unforgettable memories will disappear with time.
After experiencing thorns, I knew the bitterness at that time. Bitterness is bitterness, and disaster is disaster. Just like tasting a cup of fragrant tea, sun chasers love that leisurely wisp of tea; A brave man is a man who chews bitter leaves and runs hard.
-there are waves in my heart.
Those who dare to say goodbye in the dusk snow are like the land where they are buried, with calm appearance, inner heart and faith.
Full scenes, but the pursuit of plain performance. Full of tears. Pursuing a more bitter life.
Jiangnan water town seems to be like a dream again this year.
Chapter 2: Bitter chocolate
Bitter chocolate Everyone knows that chocolate is sweet and is everyone's favorite food. However, the chocolate I eat is not sweet at all, only bitter.
My brother and I both love chocolate, and my mother often buys it for us. But my mother has forbidden us to eat chocolate these days, and put all the chocolates in plastic bags in the refrigerator because my brother and I cough. I resisted the temptation of chocolate and was afraid of my mother's strictness. I just want to eat some chocolate in the refrigerator.
In the evening, my brother and I sat on the sofa watching cartoons, and my mother was washing clothes. She found that there was no washing powder, so she put on her coat and went out to buy washing powder. When we were leaving, my mother told my brother and me, "Listen, you two, no one is allowed to steal the chocolate in the refrigerator. Or I'll spank him. " Say that finish, mother went out. Seeing my mother go out, I can't help feeling smug, ha! Here comes the opportunity. I don't care about coughing, I just want to eat chocolate. There are so many chocolates that I can't find one or two. I will carry out my battle plan! I said to my brother, "Second child, go and get your homework, and I'll check it for you." My brother pouted and went back to the house to get his homework. I took the opportunity to drill into the restaurant, opened the refrigerator, quietly took out two or three pieces of chocolate from my bag, crept into the bathroom, closed the door gently, and swallowed the chocolate three times five divided by two. Ah, it's really fragrant and sweet. I'll slap it, slap it. Then I went back to the living room to check my brother's homework.
The first thing mom does when she comes back is to open the refrigerator and check the chocolate. As soon as mother closed the refrigerator, she asked, "Who moved my chocolate?" The bag is tied differently. "I immediately replied," not me, I didn't move. I am checking my brother's homework. " "Second, you steal to eat? Don't you cough? " "Not me, I didn't even eat rice. I didn't touch either refrigerator. " "You mouth shut, do something wrong and never admit it. I don't ask if you coughed to death. " Mother shouted angrily at her brother. My brother once suffered such injustice and burst into tears. Grandma heard this, walked out of the bedroom, dragged her brother into the house, and muttered as she walked, "Eat, my cough will get better soon. "It's not worth letting children cry like this at night." Mom stopped for a while and went into the bathroom to wash clothes. This matter will go away.
I went back to my cabin, secretly happy. However, when I calm down and think about my brother's tears, I feel that the chocolate in my mouth is no longer so sweet, but a little bitter.
Chapter III: Bitter Land
Red and black soil, soft and delicate, makes people feel sweet. But the soil is really bitter, but it is pregnant with sweetness in this bitterness.
The little boy likes to play in the mud since he was a child, catching slugs, digging earthworms and building small mud houses ... in the mud, he can always find happiness. He always thought that soil was fragrant and sweet. In the dream, he put a word "big" on the fragrant soil, quietly lying in the mud, fantasizing over and over again. ...
One day, he accidentally ate some dirt, so he quickly ran home and told his mother that the dirt was a little bitter, just like there were no mature plums in front of his house. "Son, the soil is really bitter because it contains our sweat." Mother looked at the little boy's wide eyes and touched his little head. "But it is sweetness that breeds this bitterness, and it is the fruitful fruit of autumn!" "From then on, the little boy knew that the soil was bitter.
In a blink of an eye, the little boy has grown into a young man working hard outside. He tossed and turned in bed, but the career he had just started went up in smoke overnight, and all the sweat in the past went down the drain ... He dreamed of the soil in his hometown again, and he returned to his hometown for this haunting soil.
My parents, two authentic farmers, just welcomed him back happily and said nothing else. Dad is old, still eating and smoking silently; Mother is old and keeps washing dishes for him. The guilt and shame in his heart, like a flood, came more violently.
Lying in the familiar bed, he seemed to smell the dirt. It's very cold. The moonlight shines on the desk and the ground through the window. He saw a package on the table. He sat at his desk with this bag in his hand, and his whole body was filled with joy. Slightly trembling hands carefully opened the newspaper outside-it was mud, the soil he frequented, probably left by his mother on his desk.
By the silver moonlight, he stared at the soil, and the dark soil shone slightly in the moonlight, which seemed quiet and simple. He seems to smell the fragrance of the earth again. He squeezed a little mud powder and slowly put it into his mouth. He turned into a silver statue in the moonlight. For a long time, his eyes began to roll. "The soil is bitter, and the sweet is the fruit bred in the soil!" A tear fell into the soil with a bang, but the soil only slowly absorbed it ... everything was as quiet as usual, and he understood.
The next day, he immediately packed his things, bid farewell to his parents and prepared to start again. His parents didn't say much, just helped prepare. He wrapped the soil and put it in the most important bag solemnly. He will take it with him to fight!
When he left, he smiled and said to his mother who sent him to the village entrance, "Mom, I know the soil is bitter, but it breeds sweet fruit!" " "
Chapter Four: Bitter Love
It was shortly after the start of the winter vacation last year, and we were learning cuboids and cubes in math class. The teacher arranged for us to go home and make uncovered cuboids and cubes.
After finishing my homework, I carefully studied the mobile phone box on my desk. What can I do with cardboard here? Where can I start? The more I think about it, the more I feel at a loss, so I call my "logistics minister"-dad. Dad disappeared, but mom rushed out of the kitchen with meat in her arms. "What are you doing? Let your dad help if you can't? "
Dad, who just ran out of the bedroom, took a look at his mother and slipped back without saying a word. "Observe with your eyes, think with your brain and practice! Solve it yourself! " Mom turned back to the kitchen with a serious "guidance"
I have long been used to my father's help, and I cried when I looked at the mobile phone box in front of me. I sobbed and drew lines back and forth on the prepared cardboard. At first, I had no idea, but slowly, I felt it. I erased it, started again, tried again, and my thoughts suddenly became clear. I picked up a pencil for a while and an eraser for a while-drawing and wiping; Wipe, draw ... this time there seems to be the outline of the box. I quickly picked up the scissors and cut them carefully along the line. Then fold the cut paper and tape it on the left and right sides. Hey, it's full of troubles! "Success, I succeeded!" I held the cuboid box high and cheered!
Dad just gave a thumbs-up, and before he could make a "praise speech", mom came over with a bright face. Look around and nod with satisfaction. "The other one keeps working hard!" Mom said and walked to the kitchen. I made a face at my mother and started working again. I thought while doing it: without my mother's strictness and her persistence, I will never succeed!
My father's love is as sweet as honey, but my mother's love is different-bitter, but endless!