Flowers fall in the dream

"The sound of wind and rain at night, how many flowers fall?" This is the mood of the great poet Meng Haoran. In this ancient poem, which is well known to women and children, the phrase "Knowing how many flowers have fallen" implies the poet's faint sorrow and infinite reverie for the passing of spring. He spent the first half of his life at home, studying hard, cultivating vegetables and bamboos, saving the countryside from disasters, and living in seclusion in the mountains for a time, before going to Chang'an at the age of forty to become an official. After returning to his hometown, he worked as a staff member for a short period of time. In the 28th year of Kaiyuan, Mr. Wang died of illness due to indulgence in feasting and drinking.

The life of the poet was a life of dreaming and a life of desolation.

In fact, there are many great writers like Meng Haoran in our country in all generations. Misfortune and frustration are perhaps the most valuable assets common to their lives. Because of the bleakness, they can write classics; because of the bleakness, their works are worthy of careful appreciation by future generations. The life of a person is like a flower, even if it is stunning, it is also very short. You want to keep it, but gradually walking away, is such a sour and helpless! Because of this, I love Eileen Chang's works, her lightness, fragrance and warmth.

For several days in a row, I was surprised to see my cousin Qin in my dreams. She was extremely cultured, but had a difficult fate and died of a disease in her forties after a lifetime of toil. She was a rose that had withered. When I think of her, I always have a burst of tears like rain. In the gentle night, I quietly wait for the flowers to bloom, countless times in my dreams to see her face, as the jade tree standing in front of my eyes, that is the call of the heart and mind again and again, countless times in my heart silently chanting the name of my cousin ...... dream, how many flowers fall to know?

Some people live a life of obscurity, some people can be a sensation, and even a thousand years, because most people are just satisfied with the status quo, they do not high demand for themselves, do not go to action, do not go to the dream, how can success? They don't expect themselves to act and fulfill their dreams. This is the motto of Zhuge Liang, but Mr. did not do, let alone us?

In life, there are different joys and sorrows, which are the gifts of life, whether it is sunshine or rain, as long as we have dreams, as long as we have struggled for our dreams, you will find that you are surrounded by flowers and applause smiling at you everywhere!

A man caught a young eagle in a nest at the top of a high mountain, and he took it home and kept it in a chicken coop. The young eagle pecked, played and rested with the chickens, thinking it was just a chicken. The eagle gradually grew up, full of feathers, the owner wanted to train it as a falcon, because of the day and the chicken mixed together, it has become exactly the same as the chicken, there is no desire to fly. The owner tried all sorts of methods, all to no avail, and finally took it to the top of the mountain, a hand threw it out, the eagle like a boulder straight down, panic, it desperately fluttered its wings, and so, finally flew up!

One's life is too short to be distracted by unimportant people and things, and to seize the goal instead of wasting time on unnecessary trivialities. Appear when others need you, disappear when you are not needed, and you will slowly lose yourself. People who struggle for their dreams are always the most beautiful - no matter how hard and hopeless the road is. Andy Lau once said: Every man is number one. His faith, struggle and perseverance made everyone stand in awe.

In the warm afternoon, I like to sit by the window and watch the sunlight quietly flow through, after many years, but never forget this feeling, always to the spring hundred flowers in full bloom moment, can not help but think of the shadow of the big acacia tree. When the acacia flowers open, the fragrance flows everywhere in the small courtyard of the old home. When I fell in love with my wife, it happened to be the season of acacia blossoms, chewing on the fragrance of acacia like wine, tasting the tenderness flowing between the lines, in the fragrance of acacia blossoms dancing, I lost in the love letter to her, at that time, the first poem written was "how many flowers fall in the dream".

The first poem I wrote was "Dreams of flowers". When I walked to the office, a breeze blew, and I suddenly smelled a faint fragrance, like jasmine, but a bit bitter. The first time I looked up, it was a string of white acacia flowers hanging in the branches of the trees, against the green leaves, as if intermittent white pearls, set in the dense trees, vaguely, I seem to see the acacia flowers in general wife.

Not bathing people, hard rubbing perfume is also useless. Fame and respectability, is from the real talent. The actual fact is that you can find a lot of people who are not afraid of the flowers that fall; there are smiles that will not be defeated. 9. 11 soon after the incident, the Americans began to do entertainment talk shows, they hold back tears to say laugh, I did not quite understand at the time, now understand, people can still laugh when it is not easy to be defeated.

It really is the years that are relentless, and in the blink of an eye, it's been 30 years since we got married. This year, the old home yard of acacia flowers and fragrant, you listen, spring sleep, everywhere hear the cries of birds; night comes the sound of wind and rain, flowers fall know how much ......