Looking out my bedroom window, I can see a tall hibiscus tree. It is charming in the spring when the smoke and trees are uneven. It inspires me and stirs up my literary thoughts. Over time, I actually took this "neighbor" standing opposite the window as my confidant.

However, one morning, I looked through the window and suddenly found that a storm last night had eroded it beyond recognition. Suddenly, a sadness of "falling flowers" passed through my heart! I can't help feeling that I stumbled on the road of life, experienced many twists and turns and lost many beloved friends again and again. Isn't life like a flower in the wind? !

After a period of time, the matter faded away. Once, when I came back from the countryside, I felt that the indoor air was a little dull, and I inadvertently opened the window. Suddenly, I felt a flaming bougainvillea coming into view, and it was frozen under the setting sun. The unexpected surprise made me almost unable to control myself. I'm surprised. Why didn't I find this budding unyielding life behind the death in England?

Yes, the last petal of hibiscus has fallen, and people's praise for it has been forgotten in the past memory, but the bougainvillea has grown up, bright red as fire, showing people the change and continuation of life.

Who can say that gains and losses are not symphonies?

I stood in front of the window for a long time and deeply realized that there is no four-point scenery in life. As long as your heart keeps facing the sun, you will find it.

Every morning there will be a beautiful and hazy scene spinning in front of your window.

● Comments:

This is a beautiful philosophical essay. The author tells us through the hibiscus tree and bougainvillea outside the window:

There is no eternal scenery in life. As long as you are sunny, beautiful scenery will appear outside your window every day.

The author writes very carefully. When describing the shapes of hibiscus and bougainvillea, only a few strokes are used, and there are not many flowery words, but we really think they are beautiful. I think this is due to the author's ability to grasp two kinds of landscape characteristics. Many times, we don't have to cover everything, just write the charm of things, and then we're done.

The author's writing is fluent, and many psychological descriptions promote the development of writing. We can learn this narrative method. It is not difficult to see, feel and think.

Like the hibiscus tree outside the author's window, like the red bougainvillea, like many landscapes that may appear after the bougainvillea.

We often say that life is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of discovery. But even though we have said this sentence ten thousand times and listened to it ten thousand times, we still haven't found beautiful eyes. We always feel that life is too boring and everything is taken for granted.

Actually, it's not. As long as you change your mind, you will find new scenery everywhere. I think the author can find infinite scenery from his window only because he has a sentimental heart that loves life and is grateful for it.

● It rains in the Qingming Festival.

It will be sunny tomorrow, I wonder if it will rain.

The moon is oblique and foggy, forgetting this elegant festival that is about to travel around the world. Listening to the clear rain in Vae, I recall the past and the old dreams of the world of mortals alone.

Many nights ago, I didn't want to crawl in the real world, and then I tasted the Chinese style of Chun Xue in the moonlight, longing for the small ancient rhyme that was cached. I don't want to grow up, but year after year, I pay attention to it, and it is another clear year.

I like to float my hair in the drizzle, and suddenly I am silent. The nature inside gently plucks a few strings and plays the melody of people. Time flies, the dream of tile house, stone road and moss green mark outside the home is broken in memory. That year, that year, I miss that year.

The past is like smoke, and the night is cool, so drink it before the moon is bright. The windows are seamless and the thoughts are broken. Who wants to sleep in the bead curtain with me?

I don't want to completely strangle myself in the so-called reality, but I still fantasize that I am so unconscious, ignoring all eyes and forgetting all the burdens.

On a sunny rainy day, the ancient rhyme will always be warm in spring and cool in summer, regardless of the impermanence of the world and the impermanence of the universe.

Yesterday, on the Taihang Mountain, the peaks and peaks were overlapping, but they stood still in an empty space, with millions of annual rings. I saw through the fierce days of kites, the shallow bottom of fish, misty rain, stars and moons, and golden eagles, and buried my feelings deeply between cliffs. So I began to hesitate, but I couldn't find what you were hiding. Good thing I found it. It is clear in Taihang Mountain that your tears flow thousands of miles. Then she smiled and asked pedestrians to wash their hands with the mountain spring she had worked so hard to hit. That silent hint, that graceful bend, that day's wrinkles, that year after year's yearning for returning to the church by leaning on the well, all brought me the most beautiful touch. Things are human, people are emotional, and words and tears have been torn.

Tomorrow will be sunny and rainy.

● Comments:

This is an essay with beautiful writing and sincere feelings. Starting from "Tomorrow is Tomb-Sweeping Day", use Du Mu's poem "It rains in succession during the Qingming Festival". This essay is full of charm of classical beauty. Poetic language, gorgeous but not too full of words, reads as if we are also immersed in a faint misty rain.

I also like Vae's On a Clear Rain, but when I listen to the song, I don't think of the old dream of the world of mortals, but the sentence "I am wandering on earth and can't find your paradise". But what does it matter? This does not prevent me from appreciating the author's article and finding some tacit understanding from the author's words.

Clever use of parallelism, handy, a paragraph of text reads like a flowing stream, making people seem to be submerged in the author's text. So they were moved, moved by the words, moved by a sentimental and gentle heart behind the words.

The clearness of Taihang Mountain, the vastness of the universe, the hint of that mountain and the silence of that mountain are not fully understood by ordinary people, but they know that this is the wisdom of heaven and earth. If given the chance, they also want to climb Taihang Mountain, see the precipice, kiss the mountain spring, listen to the mountain sounds and talk, and feel the calm and ancient atmosphere of Taihang Mountain in rainy season.