Birds and flowers, the sound of running water, are the most common scenes for us to contact nature. It is only because we are in contact with it all the time that it becomes ordinary. If you calm down and feel with your heart, it seems to have a different taste.

Autumn leaves, when it falls to the ground, its life will come to an end. It, once brilliant, was full of vitality under the sunshine; It, once nourished by the spring rain, looks radiant; It was also in high spirits under the bombardment of heavy rain, and all this came to an end with landing. Next year, under the spring breeze, the dead leaves will become fertilizer, and everything will start again. Life, on the other hand, is impossible to start again. Time flows away quietly with your idleness. If you can do it all over again, there will be no Su Shi's "life is like a dream, and a statue will return to the moon". Lu Xun will not use "time is like a sponge, as long as you are willing to squeeze it out" to appeal to everyone to cherish time. As long as you feel it with your heart, it really tastes.

Pushing open the window, quietly staring at the rain and dew in front of the window, like ox hair, like filaments, converge into a stream on the ground, extending along the low-lying place, and heading for "Wang Yang sea is in the stream". The stream converges into humble water drops, just like a hundred-story building starts from the foundation. Everything starts with small things. In Liu Bei's testamentary edict to Liu Chan, he said, "Don't live with small goodness, don't live with small evils." Everyone knows that "a hundred-story building starts from the foundation". In the end, only buildings are destroyed and people die. Everyone has a heart, a normal heart, and treats every little thing with a normal heart. This is the basis of doing things.

There are all kinds of things in nature, such as majestic peaks, vast Yuan Ye, cheerful streams and deep oceans. From morning to evening, from zero to summer, flowers and leaves are luxuriant, birds and insects are singing. If you calm down and taste the mystery and feel the deeper meaning, it is really different!

Living in nature

I don't like constraints, I don't like listening to others in everything, I don't like being influenced by others in my thoughts, and I don't like being influenced by others in my life, even though I am a tree, even though I am a tree growing in the street.

Don't tell me, in your eyes, I am a tree, I am a lifeless plant, and I am a high pile on the roadside. Ha ha ha ha ha, then you are wrong. I am not an inanimate thing. Although I am a tree, I am still alive. My stump brother can tell you how old I am this year, and my grass sister next door can tell you that I am a living tree, and I know the pain. So don't think that I didn't respond when you kicked me. Don't think I'm indifferent to you taking your dog to pee at my feet. It's just, it's just that Sister Xiaocao said I was a tree.

Sister Grass said: I am a tree, a tree that brings coolness to others, and a tree that can bring fresh air. So when you kick me and I feel very painful, I will drop some leaves and hit you on the head to warn you that I am in pain. If you keep kicking me, I'll stretch out my hand and hit you. So, when you run amok at my feet with your dog, I watch others doing the same, and I bear it. I don't want them to get sunburned because of my anger, and I don't want to see the sleeping baby frightened by the harsh eyes of the sun.

It seems that I haven't seen my Indus brothers smile for a long time. The Wu Tong brothers have never laughed since a few workers came a few days ago. I asked Brother Wu Tong why he was unhappy these days, but my brother didn't say why, only that he was unhappy and a little depressed recently. I know he's not telling the truth. All I know is that he is hiding something from me. I know something must have happened to him. In fact, he just won't tell me, and I know it. When there was an earthquake a few days ago, all the houses behind us shook, and openings could be seen on the walls of the houses. The people in the city government said that the house would be demolished and rebuilt, and the streets on our side would be rebuilt.

Aren't we going to be moved? What's so unhappy about it? We won't be burned as firewood. We are a tree. Wherever we go, we are all a tree. Besides, we moved for people's safety. What's so unhappy about it? Now, people's views on environmental protection are getting stronger and stronger. When the house is repaired, we may move back. We won't be together yet, and we will continue to shelter the people here.

I told my brother Wu Tong: My brother Wu Tong, you are so stupid. It's not a few years ago. We won't be taken away by loggers. We're just leaving for a while.

Friar Wu Tong smiled. I was still worried until he did. In fact, I am also worried, because only the government is advocating the protection of our trees. How many people can care about our lives now? I don't expect to live long. I just hope that I can bring more shade to people while I am still living in this world.

3. me and nature

There is a quiet town on a narrow flat land surrounded by mountains on all sides. There is a secluded village in the south of the town. There is a harmonious family in the village. There is a young man who loves nature. That young man is me.

I love nature, because spring is full of vitality, because full of green is in summer, because autumn is quiet and serene, because everything germinates in winter.

In spring, I like to wander on the ridge of the mountain forest, looking at the tender buds on the tree, and I can't help but get together and smell them-the freshness is coming. Close your eyes and listen to the birds singing and the gurgling streams in the distance. Sit down, take a deep breath, and a refreshing feeling fills your mind. Stand up, run for a while, and shout with all your strength, just like a bud breaking through the epidermis and a petal blooming. This is the spring of nature, and it is also my spring. I became a grass in spring, enjoying spring with everything.

In summer, I like to go fishing by the reservoir. Sitting barefoot in the shade of the tree, the sun is shining outside, the cool wind is blowing gently under the tree, and the grass caresses my feet, itchy. Put down the bait and put the fishing rod aside. I feel uncomfortable all around. I looked up and there was green everywhere. Water and mountains, clear reflection, make me relaxed and happy. Several wild ducks are swimming on the water. Suddenly, a goshawk flew over the sky and everyone fell into the water. When I looked again, I had reached the other end. Before I closed the hook, I didn't forget to jump into the water, swim and play with my companions in the water, and the wild ducks in the distance also fought with them. The wild ducks are also very happy with me, which makes me feel integrated into nature.

In autumn, I took my family and walked on the mountain path. Sometimes a row of geese pass overhead, and sometimes a few pheasants jump in the forest, dragging long beautiful tail feathers, a bit like "flying phoenix" The water is thin, the leaves are yellow, the fields are empty, and only a few children are playing with mud and digging loach. The cheerful laughter brings my thoughts back to my childhood. A pine tree on the mountain is green, tough and yellow-tolerant. Everything is so quiet. I like silence, and I have been silent in silence.

In winter, snowflakes are flying, which reminds people of the Tang poem "The wind comes at night and blows away ten thousand pears". The village is more peaceful after the snow. Far away, I saw a piece of Merlin, full of vitality. No longer is Han Mei's "broken bridge outside the post, lonely without the owner", but early Mei's "flying snow to welcome the spring, wind and rain to send the spring home". She blooms on the cliff, is pretty in the dead of winter, competes with pines and cypresses, and struggles with the cold. Slowly, the ice and snow melt, everything recovers, the mountains are tender and the water is delicate. The nature of winter makes me feel hopeful and gives me strength.

Nature gave birth to me who loves nature, and I will love, cherish and love nature even more.

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In the face of nature, sometimes you don't need to do any tangible thinking, just do an emotional exchange. From this kind of communication, you will feel invisible power sneaking into your body, giving you unlimited confidence and strength. Exploring the reason may be that nature is too great and shocking. It is an endless source of strength, mysterious and profound.

Nature can give us countless inspirations, inspirations and imaginations, some of which cannot be expressed in words. A simple truth is that human beings grew up from nature, and our roots are in nature. The human mind is not enough to explain our increasing predicament, and the answer lies in nature. Pray devoutly to nature and seek its silent revelation.

The buds of spring grow up day by day. When my mind was still on a small tender leaf, it turned into a full green leaf when I was not careful.

I am surprised at the rapid changes in nature. It has been moving, growing and changing. From a green leaf, it seems that life is coming out of generate in the center of the earth-endless vitality emerges in the nature bred by breeze and sunshine all the time.

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Small white flowers, silently bear the wind and rain. I don't know what kind of flower it is, but it shines brightly in the continuous rain. The rain drops drop by drop quietly from the tip of the green leaves, and the delicate and charming flower posture suddenly gives people a relaxed feeling.

Let it rain, let the wind blow, let the petals tremble in the rain. Although its roots are small, they are firmly entangled in the ground.

If it rains, it will rain. Blow when the wind blows. There are always ups and downs. When the storm stopped, Hua Xiaobai still held his head high proudly. After being tempered and baptized by wind and rain, the petals of the small white flower are whiter, the green leaves are brighter, and it still blooms resolutely.

The bird flapped its wings and flew into the sky. I don't know where it is going, but its small body has been flying out of sight. The rain stopped, it flapped its weak wings, opened its throat, and birds chirped in the air.

If it rains, let it rain; If it blows, let it blow. Flowers and birds that depend on nature, when we look back on this confused lifestyle of human beings, maybe we should take flowers and birds as an example and live in harmony with nature.

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The cold and silent earth gradually came back to life, and the water in the pool gradually became warmer. Spring rises slowly from the earth. When people stand by the pool, they seem to be immersed in the fragrance of young leaves; The water was silent and larks were singing in the distance.

Some people throw stones into the water heavily, while others throw stones into the water gently. The stone bounced on the water once or twice and then disappeared into the water; Gradually, people left, and the voice was no longer investigated.

No matter what kind of sound is made on the water or what kind of stone is thrown, what kind of sound will be made. Facing all kinds of people and voices in Chi Pan, who left quietly with the feelings and feelings of a poet?

After people left, the pool became more quiet. In order to realize different sizes of stones, there will be different sounds, and these sounds will give people different feelings-the pool is quiet and flat, reflecting the tender leaves by the pool. In this muddled and hurried world, sometimes we need to stand quietly by the pool and only listen to the sound of the water.

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Clouds, fast and slow, big and small, white and dark, high and low, never remain unchanged for a moment.

It seems to be falling apart, but it doesn't look like falling apart. Instantly changing clouds, in the dark blue summer sky, float by in various postures.

The change of cloud is just like human heart and destiny. People's hearts change every day, so people's fate is different today from yesterday.

Weaving into a clear, secret and changeable life, the unpredictable fate and destiny of every minute of life can not help but make people happy and sigh.

Happy or sad, life is like a flowing cloud, constantly changing and never stopping.

If people's thoughts are regular, they will be complacent even if they are flustered from time to time.

So, even if you are happy, don't get carried away; Even if you are sad, you don't have to complain. If everyone can hold a frank and modest heart and work seriously and responsibly in their own jobs, they will certainly enjoy endless fun in that long life.

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In the journey of life, sometimes there are ups and downs like mountains, sometimes it is windy and rainy, and the steps are difficult; Sometimes it's calm after a storm, birds sing and flowers are fragrant. I have always hoped to cheer up, overcome difficulties and continue to run towards the future.

On that mountain, there is a new hope for life. (Kōnosuke Matsushita)

"Our home, our earth is so wonderful: swirling atmosphere, flowing and frozen liquid, trembling plants, climbing creatures, insects attached to rocks and giggling in the fog, hairy grass and mirror-like ocean." American writer Edward Eby described the breathtaking natural scenery in detail.

In nature, there are many things that you have known for a long time and can see with your own eyes every day-trees, plants, oceans, mountains and deserts. There are also many things in nature, which you can learn and understand through travel or books and movies. But there are more things in nature that you don't know and can never experience. Without these, the world would not exist and could not support the existence of human beings and other creatures.

Your senses will adjust with the smallest activities in nature around you; Your senses can only make you vaguely see the faint flash of nature's wonderful mystery.

People who pursue spiritual life must embrace nature. If walking every day is your way of keeping in good health, don't forget the outdoor beauty and fresh air, which will enhance our spiritual beauty. Sunshine, blue sky and fragrant soil are beautiful natural objects!

Before you take the first step, please take a deep breath of fresh air to stimulate your vitality, and then enjoy today's weather, whether it is cloudy or sunny, cold or hot. Did you see green trees, singing birds and blooming flowers on the way to walk? Please let the magical nature inspire your vitality, heal your mind and lift your spirit.

If you don't have the habit of going out to exercise, at least, you should spend some time enjoying nature every day and let it give you energy. Starting from tomorrow, please stand outside for at least 5 minutes every morning. Before you get a ride or jump on the train, take time to look at the clouds in the sky or the dew on the grass. Or, don't rush into the house after work, please stand outside for 5 minutes and thank you for another beautiful day.

Before going to bed at night, please get into the habit, open the door and go outdoors for a few minutes. Even if you take a deep breath, you will enjoy the freshness of nature, forget the silent night and think with the high night sky.

If you live in a big city surrounded by concrete buildings, you should spend time relaxing in nearby parks or grasslands. Moreover, you must go to a place with natural beauty during the holiday, recharge your batteries and get in touch with your true self in the wonderful nature.

Mourning in autumn

Autumn belongs to Huang Chengcheng, and sadness and sorrow are always inseparable from it. Autumn is sad. Autumn in poetry has a strong color since ancient times, its loneliness, separation and ridge.

In the cycle of the four seasons, I saw Miss Qiu floating around in a beige coat, still so quiet and carefree. Live up to your mission and watch the flowers bloom before the court; I have no intention of staying or staying, looking at the clouds in the sky. I am so yearning, I just want to follow the footsteps and footprints of autumn, but I never imagined that I was just a fallen leaf. The persistence of the past can't continue. Should it be turned into mud?

Autumn wind and autumn rain are fierce, the wind comes and goes without a trace, and it comes and goes without a trace. Cool raindrops on the window lattice, placed in the palm of your hand, and connected with each other, you will know how cold it is. Through the palm of your hand, it spreads to every muddy pore, where the heart is the coolest place, and there are even bursts of pain. Put a cup of green tea in your heart, thinking that the warmth and freshness of green tea can infect the biting coolness.

I like Li Qingzhao's slow whisper: searching, cold and clear, sad and miserable. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!

I appreciate it because I like it, because I appreciate it, and because of it, this poem will eventually be a portrayal of life. The wind has passed, there is no trace to be found, the clouds have passed, but it is sad. I came from the sky, but you said I was leaving in autumn. Did I make you sad? I never left a word, but I walked without a trace. ...

I don't know how time flies. Without your sky and clouds, looking up at the sky is only lonely. I miss you so much. In this bleak autumn, how I want to keep you; How much I want to go to Xiangshan with you this autumn to see the maple leaves all over the mountain; Even if you can't hold hands, you can watch the wind, frost, rain and snow side by side.

Who will sit alone at night? Just me and my shadow. You're out of my sight. In another world, you count the stars all over the sky, light one cigarette after another, and spit black smoke in circles to resist the cold. When you stare at the sky, will you be as sad as you used to stare at me? I was wandering in the rain lane in a long white dress. From then on, you drew my slightly sad face. You always say that the woman in the painting is closer to you because you keep her in your heart and because you keep her smile in the painting.

It seems that it rains more easily in autumn in the south. The air is always filled with cold smell, and the rain has dispersed for no reason. Sitting by the window listening to the rain, I can vaguely see the residual lotus in the lotus pond not far away. The green shawl has long faded, leaving only the dry branches standing in the middle of the lake, reminding me of the residual lotus and listening to the rain. I'm sorry I was so narrow-minded.

The long autumn rain lasted for half a month, but it didn't clear up, and the sky began to rain again. My heart slowly began to sink, sinking to the bottom, without thoughts and expectations. Cool autumn is as cold as rain, and it is difficult to find a good dream. It's hard to dream. Tears are dripping from the pillow through the window. You lead me like a dream, the wind shakes me, the rain wakes me up, and I am drunk. When I was half drunk and half awake, a meteor pierced the silent sky. There are no traces of fallen leaves on the tree-lined path covered with fallen leaves, which are scattered with the wind. Autumn wind is you, and autumn rain is you. Autumn wind sweeps away all the fallen leaves, and autumn rain scatters empty fields for three weeks and dreams.

I just want to keep your picture, your season, but I don't think you will change with migratory birds. Xu Bule, tomorrow, I can't give it to you forever. I can only watch you come and go in my life, thinking about being with you carelessly. I knew you would leave, because you have been gone for so long that you can't stay if you want. I can only expect you to come and go. My heart is broken in this life, but I still miss every inch of time. My soul has been broken in this life, but the fragments are still waiting.

I just didn't know you would walk so fast, so suddenly, so firmly. The only thought is also torn in the wind. You once told me that the best way to make someone forget you is to lie to her ... So did you really lie to me this fall, or is everything a thing of the past? I want the past to drift away with the wind, to fade out of your life like the wind, to make you just a passer-by, to make us never have any episode, to make you pass by me like a stranger, to be reincarnated in mistakes and to torture yourself with memories.

Turn around, dare not look back, dare not, and can't. Out of thousands of doors, there is always a door to go first. When you leave, I should turn around. You can't look at each other in the future, and there will be no more episodes. I miss you suddenly, and I hate you suddenly, because I still love you. Heartache pervades the empty space, so painful that I don't want to be myself anymore. You broke my heart, and I broke yours. No, if there is an afterlife, I want to be one of your teeth, and you will be sad when I am in pain.

Some scars, scratched on the hands, become a thing of the past after healing. Some scars, scratched in my heart, even if scratched gently, will remain in my heart. Some people, close at hand, are out of life. There always seems to be unbearable pain in life. Some regrets are destined to be borne for a lifetime. In life, there are always some exquisite emotional porcelain broken around us, but the cracks remain at the moment when we look back at the end of the year …

In the turbulent years, my heart ached … I tried to listen to your experience with a smile, only to find that the pain occupied the whole world, and you still owe me the ending of a story crushed by you … Looking back, everything seemed like a dream, seemingly traceless, but I couldn't get rid of it …

Autumn, a sad season, a distant relationship is not as colorful as autumn … My thoughts are always entangled in nightmares, turning into biting rain in the deepest part of my soul, sighing all over the floor … I can't hide my expectations, wrapped in the thick night, and secretly heading for endless darkness, even though I know you are a phantom in my dream …

The slender pen tip can't lock the fleeting time, can't lock the sadness, and can only tie a wisp of thoughts in my heart.