On a moonless night, the stars are really like the petals of laurel trees, falling freely in the deep blue sky like water, like ripples in circles, still sweet.
The west wind rises, carrying insects, quietly passing like the wind, but deeply rooted in people's hearts.
I held the pen feebly and sat at the table alone, like Daiyu listening to the rain beating banana. At this moment, quiet inside, take it easy.
I lost my usual impetuosity and my usual uneasiness. Listening to insects quietly, although I don't like nature, it is also somewhat elegant and natural; Slowly, although you can't see the splendor of the night sky, there is also the beauty of meditation. Although I can't write, in the face of such silence, I also have a thousand complaints, not that I can't, but that it's too messy.
Rooms that stay for a long time will be in a mess, and they will "dust off" on the Spring Festival. Suddenly I feel that my heart is like a room, and I need to tidy it up so as not to be messy and crowded. And what I need is this rare silence.
Quiet can cultivate people's morality, cultivate people's temperament and brush away the dust in their hearts.
Life lies in stillness, which I once read in a magazine. Chasing for fame and fortune all day, why not enjoy the peace alone? "No shame, just look at the flowers before the court; I have no intention of staying, and I am covered in clouds. " How many people can understand that kind of peace and calm? Leave yourself a little quiet, and you will find that the quiet artistic conception of "moonlight is like snow" melts into the desolate land of "leaves falling like the spray of a waterfall" When you sit on your pillow, there will be "one kind of acacia, two places of leisure" in your mind; Listening to the rain at night, there are thousands of emotions, such as "what a sad sentence!" ; To revisit the old place is to recall the difference between Lu You and Tang Wan in "seeing beautiful scenery" ...
Life needs us to face it rationally and soberly, which needs to be based on emotion. If ruthless, unbearable. Alone, isolated from the noise of the world, we find it so precious. It gives us a pair of eyes to discover beauty. In the posture of "Quiet Heart", we look at the world with different eyes, caressing the guqin and singing pine as usual, and quietly brushing away the dust of the soul.
I put down my pen and smiled with relief.
Quiet, I get it. I wonder if that pomegranate will show its white teeth tomorrow? I listened to the sound of insects beating diabolo pipes outside, enjoyed this rare peace, and wrote down my feelings on paper, and my heart was already very clean.
I closed the book and thought: There are many stars tonight, and it will be sunny tomorrow!
the second
On Sunday morning, I opened the curtains and went to the balcony. I reached out to feel the cold rain, and saw the ripples of the rain fall in the flat puddle, soft and quiet. It was raining obliquely, so I simply packed my luggage and embarked on a journey home.
I got on the bus and chose a window seat. The rain outside the window seems to be getting heavier. The carriage is full of passengers one after another, and most of them are similar to themselves in terms of age and clothing. "It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival", which is the most appropriate way to describe the weather on Sunday. It's just that at this time, we are constantly haunted on the road, which shows the joy and excitement of going home. In the meantime, this is my mentality. The scenery along the way outside the window is attached and intoxicating. After several times, I saw the green hills towering, layered and continuous; Several times, I saw the "waterfall" flying down between the narrow walls of the cliff, as well as the clear river water, and the people who were surrounded by golden rape flowers, heavy and heavy. How can such a sight not be taken seriously? The joy and excitement of going home immediately reminded me of my hometown. At this moment, Shan Ye is bound to be full of flowers and rape flowers everywhere. It seems that because of this, I really want the train to take me home like a plane. The rain outside the window gently falls on the glass and then turns into water drops. My heart is still waiting for a long time. Maybe I think, more often, I'm just immersed in the world of rain, thinking about a lot of memories about rain. ...
Entering this school in this city, I have said that I like it here. The tree-lined path on campus is still so straight. Sometimes, I like to catch the faint sunshine it sheds. Several times I walked under it with an umbrella. Sometimes I count the bricks under my feet with my head down ... but most of the time I still like rainy days. When it rains, there are not many people on the road, but I quietly fiddle with my mood and walk leisurely in it. Walking under the umbrella is my delicate mood, even if my trousers are wet, I don't care. I am the one who wants to lie down most on rainy days.
On rainy weekends, I usually spend my time in the library. Whenever I hide in the library to see the scenery outside the window on rainy days, I will always feel the warmth of knowledge, and then I will be more willing to contact another world to enrich myself. Look at some Tang poetry and Song poetry, know how to play with the beautiful Jiangnan customs, and know how to love children delicately and innocently. In Tang poetry and Song poetry, I realized the wireless interest of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Whether you are happy or sad, you can choose to be the real you and release all your emotions in the unique misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, at least I am.
I remember myself in rainy days, very quiet but very happy, and also the truest self. Suddenly a drop of water splashed on my hand outside the window, and my thoughts came back to reality. The rain is getting smaller and smaller, and the eyes outside the window are getting wider and wider. The train slowly leaned towards the station, got up and smiled, got off with luggage, and saw this familiar and quiet little city when leaving the station. It was very kind and happy. When the rain stopped and people were injured, I chose to be quiet and feel happy.
It rained in succession during the Qingming Festival, and I returned to my hometown with a quiet mood. Even if it is only three days, my home makes me feel warm and I am not afraid of heavy rain along the way. Missed it, very quiet and happy!
It is a kind of happiness to choose a time when it is easy to be sad and be yourself.