Classical
The melody hidden in the heart
Sunday, nothing to do, walking through the bustling streets, to a quiet alley, suddenly, a long-lost audio floating and came, instantly haunted my whole body, straight into the heart of the softest part.
BlossomParkerPublished 2 years ago in FictionWho moved the strings of the blossoms
You know what. In a previous life I was a fleeting flower. The momentary life to perceive the ebullience of the wind. I opened the fragrance of a lover's eyes and absorbed your warm, melancholy gaze. You pity the pity of a flower that is easy to pass away, so that I in this life to step through the sea of persistence, to find the figure of your fantasy dream.
BlossomParkerPublished 2 years ago in FictionThe folded family scandals
When I had nothing to do, my old father asked me to sort out old photos, life is really a blink of an eye. I'm afraid it's a laurel tree outside the window of my old house, that should be about two or three years old memory it.
The spring of swallows
The first time I saw a swallow, it was simple and cute. Sweet round face with a pair of nice dimples, a pair of watery eyes, from time to time dribbling around, showing a witty and naughty energy. Walking a little lame, two feet seem to have been rubbing on the ground, and the body is not coordinated. It is heartbreaking to watch the swallow walk. And Yanzi has long been used to it, and she always avoids answering when talking about it, always content with the status quo, a small adult look "hey, it's all fate".
The Autumn Twilight
In the afternoon, into the autumn dusk in the sunny paradise, see a day to the evening blue sky, watch the flowing clouds with the wind drifting away, distant mountains in the golden sunset stretched undulating, sparse wind swept through the dark green wilderness, feel the coolness lightly brush the hot and humid face. With the cool breeze and fallen leaves, quietly enjoy this painting of nature, dusk grassland and is a gorgeous painting, is a wonderful poem, is a cheerful song.
Xiao Yanghe, the river in my heart
Everyone's heart has a river, that is in the heart of the flow of love, no matter where they drift, are overflowing with deep fondness, carrying a sinking feeling and hang ......
Silhouettes of The Field
The breeze is gentle, the sun is setting, the evening sun is reflecting, one walks on the country road, not knowing whether to feel the breeze or to appreciate the different scenery when the sun is setting, before one can understand, the sunset has stretched the shadow, the color of the evening sun is getting lighter and lighter, the wind is also getting lighter and lighter, the whole shadow is spread out on the ground, it looks big and long, stopping to appreciate the picture made by one's own shadow. Suddenly I found someone squatting on the ridge at the end of the field, smoking a cigarette, against the sunset and the evening sun, like a statue painted with oil.
The Accident
Zhang Mingming is worried about his promotion again. He as a unit of the old hand, in the position of deputy director has been dry for more than five years, has not had a chance to rise again, looking and their own age, the same situation, while most of the promotion are wishing for success, he also thought to be a little more "progress", even if it is to enjoy a treatment also. But their own "towards" no one yo, relying only on individual efforts to struggle alone, really some of the force is not able to ah. Unexpectedly get a "senior" guidance: only low head pulling the car is not enough, but also look up to see the road; officialdom like a battlefield, know yourself and your enemy can win a hundred battles; cry baby milk to eat; just have the ability is not enough, but also have a relationship; a fence three piles, a good man three help... ... ... after the guidance of a dream, a word to wake up the dreamer's great enlightenment, Chen Mingming do everything possible, scouring the search for opportunities, looking for relationships.
Sending a Flower of April
The season has come to pass the Qingming Festival waiting for the rainy season, but the beautiful ancient city at the foot of Tianshan Mountain has not seen a single star of green, not to mention the flowers. I really can't believe it's still spring, but it really is. The snow line on the top of Tianshan Mountain is the proof, the warm wind blowing past my ears is the conclusive evidence, and people's light and light-colored clothes are the most powerful persuasion.
Mom's Oil Noodle Tea
This topic has actually been brewing for a long time, but I have always been afraid to write, I am afraid that my writing skills are not enough, I am afraid that I am not complete enough, will be the mother's share of unspoken hard work and love for their children nameless are not written well. Although just a bowl of ordinary oil noodle tea, but only I know in my growing up process, that extremely simple bowl of oil noodle morning tea behind how much dedication and love, how many years later I finally read the Tang Dynasty bitter poet Meng Jiao pen that blood-curdling verses, who words inch grass heart, the true meaning of the three spring sunshine.
The death of my begonia
Yesterday, my mother called me to tell me that the begonia in front of the door had died. Her tone was particularly calm, but before she hung up the phone I could clearly hear her chanting, "I wonder if it will sprout again in the spring.
The Head Shaver
When there is nothing to do, he led the old buffalo around the village. It is not clear who is leading whom, it is an animal with two reins. Hoofprints and footprints like mixed together, and sometimes can not go together. He is directionless, his eyes like two sparrows, skimming here and there. Dark brown horns, rounded back, strong hooves know, he stepped over the soft yellow soil, with wet tongue rolled over the fat grass. It is busier than a man, always chewing and savoring something, whether it is dried marmalade or young grass. Several women in the village have the same tongue as this cow, the past can be mentioned again and again, and the present will become the grass of the past, until the right time to come back to taste, hahaha, he is also like this cow, also remembered something.