Liang Heng

What pervades the whole summer is a tense, warm and urgent melody. As if a pot of cold water on the stove was bubbling and finally boiling, the fine sandy grass on the hillside gradually grew into thick hair, and the faint smoke on the forest belt also condensed into a long black wall. It is rare to see butterflies dancing, but it annoys cicadas. There is a long sound between the submerged leaves. The fiery red sun is baking a golden land, the wheat waves are rolling, beating the distant mountains, and the clouds in the sky are beating the cars on the highway, like waves rushing to the ships. Gold dominates everything in the world, and hot air floats across the fields, blowing ripe wheat fragrance. After half a year's savings, the spirit of spring has become a majestic trend, rolling in the fields and rising between heaven and earth. Summer has arrived. The color of summer is golden. From the perspective of painting, this makes sense. The color of spring is cool and green, such as blue waves and tender bamboo, full of hope; The color of autumn is fiery red, such as sunset glow and red leaves, which indicates the extreme of things. Between summer and spring and autumn, the naturally neutral yellow jujube has been harvested, and the hope is not exhausted. This is a peak season of connecting the past with the future and alternating life. You see, wheat has just been cut, cotton seedlings with seven or eight green leaves in the field, sorghum corn with megaphones in the air, and melon seedlings crawling on the ground all show great vitality in generate. At this time, they didn't last long in the spring breeze and light rain, but under the transpiration of the hot summer, they flourished and made a final sprint at the end of Xiang Qiu.

Happiness is living!

As long as I live, I have reason to be happy.

Life has given me endless power to render her into 10 thousand gorgeous colors, so I never have anything with dark colors, I'm afraid they will drown me! So I'm dressed brightly and full of energy! Happiness is living!

As long as I can live, I have reason to be happy.

God has given me everything, both advantages and disadvantages, and I am willing to accept it. They made me who I am today!

I feel very honored to live here safely!

Happiness is living!

As long as I live, I have reason to be happy.

I am greedy for delicious food, although I said I would go on a hunger strike!

I'm afraid of flowers, but the scenery is still beautiful!

There are too many things worth pursuing in this world, and life is too short, without waste or romance! Happiness is living!

As long as I live, I have reason to be happy!

The promises and vows are too heavy, and everything is drifting away, leaving me with clean hands and a happy life!

My income is enough. I can't thank you. I'm afraid I'll miss it when I enjoy it. I don't have time to complain and doubt!

Broken beauty

Broken things are always inadvertently printed with traces of overlapping life, so real, so profound and so beautiful.

Sometimes, I even believe that only broken things are beautiful.

I like the broken branches and dead leaves in late autumn, and I also like the silence and desolation in snowy days. I like the deep loneliness in the courtyard; I like the confusion of the lost river road; Like the loneliness of a lonely boat, like the moon in the maple forest; I like the melancholy of falling flowers and flowing water. I don't know how perfect they are or whether they are talented. I only know that they are beautiful and unique in reality.

"The old fortress is covered with yellow leaves, and you insist on giving up this place where you once lived." Desolate ancient base, bleak autumn, send friends on a long trip, leaving sorrow behind, what will it be like? The beauty of parting.

"The clouds began to sink, and rain was coming." Yun Qi is sinking day by day, overlooking the building, and the rain is coming and the wind is urgent, which hurts the present. Why do you feel this way? Become beautiful.

"I can't see three every year. Where is the article crying in the autumn wind? " How difficult is the country? How can people change if they grieve over current events and lament the end of the road? Become a beauty.

"Listen to the cold sound, the clouds are deep and there is no wild goose shadow." Traveling alone, missing relatives and friends, sighing, looking back at the sky, not seeing geese, lonely and heavy. This situation, what a shame! The beauty of loneliness.

So incomplete, so broken. But it is more real and profound than integrity, even if it is so sad, so lonely, so embarrassed and so helpless.

Bing Xin said: "People only admire the brilliant reality of a successful flower. However, at the beginning, its buds were soaked with tears of struggle and spilled blood and rain of sacrifice. " However, how many people can know that the beauty of flowers is their heartbreaking expression.

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Another quiet night. I squatted by the window, chewing those beautiful and sad words, and my heart was full of worries. The drizzle outside the window is soft, with a little sadness and a little miss. Don't laugh, another mood. Recalling the past, you can only sigh deeply. Parting, the migration of souls?

Autumn rain knocks on the window and cries. In the ethereal, rippling sadness. The wet wind squeezed into the room, smeared sadness all over the walls, and whispered to whom? When I opened the yearbook, colorful words came into view, and every word was filled with the fragrance of youth. Pure friendship is engraved in my heart. I finally understand that summer has passed and autumn has come. My junior high school life is dreamlike, ethereal and short, and my heartstrings are all the past.

In autumn, whether it's a drizzle dripping on the phoenix tree or a shower beating on the residual lotus, it always sounds so sad, desolate and desolate. The rain tonight, like crying, drops the sadness in my heart. The thoughts in memory are bounced off by raindrops. Autumn, is it destined to be the season of parting? The autumn rain outside the window is still whispering. There is really too much helplessness in life. God, so much rain, the unfinished past can never be found again.

Should it be so sad? Autumn rain, affectionate and graceful, is the most likely to touch the depths of the soul and arouse my emotion. Why not treat autumn rain as a fluttering Yue Xian, and turn the thoughts in your heart into a different flavor and a rare escape? What kind of life can you expect on such a stormy night? All good things must come to an end. Isn't it a kind of happiness to have it once? Isn't parting a different kind of beauty? If the feelings in our hearts are sincere, how can the empty distance and intangible years dilute our friendship? If it's fate, we will meet one day!

A transparent stream is as clear as a mother's eyes.

In spring, your eyes are gorgeous;

In summer, your eyes are thick green;

In autumn, your eyes are clear;

In winter, you are tired-close your eyes and stop singing.

You breathe in the clouds in the blue sky, the sunset glow at dusk and the stars in the night sky; And left me as a child.

Oh! The rustling sugarcane forest and sweet wind by this stream once blew my childhood dream! I am lying beside you, leaning on my mother's chest, feeling very happy. ...

You are an ancient song in our life-

You see the procession riding donkeys coming, and some suona play funeral music;

You saw several burly men carrying heavy wooden coffins and sending the old man up the hillside;

You heard it too: the unicycle at the foot of the mountain crunched on the barren land. ...

Without you, who will leave us with natural colors;

Who will record the joys and sorrows of the mountain people for us?

Transparent stream, you gave me a pair of eyes that can distinguish colors.

When I am by your side and find myself a teenager, I want to go far.

Send me out of the mountain like you raised my mother!

The beauty of a year

Yiliangzhu

Hands up, piano bell.

An ancient love, with time, through time and space, like an absolutely beautiful girl, drifted from far to near.

Quietly wandering in front of the window, let the excitement rest in loneliness. I dare not expect too much, for fear of disturbing butterflies with low interest.

Butterflies, as if from Xishuangbanna, bounce on two strings, layer upon layer, dense.

The sound of books and butterflies flowed slowly from the strings. Palace in the sky, I don't know what year it is.

A thin roll of love, chewed repeatedly and full of bitterness, swims between lips and teeth.

With a heavy thunder, the grievances were gathered and scattered and beaten black and blue. Once the oath was blown down by a gust of wind and fell into the space where life and death were buried.

A lonely grave, standing alone, opens a long yearning.

The wind roared. The rain is crying.

Butterfly suddenly fled in despair, awakened by a series of roaring tears, staring at me with frightened eyes and looking at history.

Heartbroken. Broken string. There is only a lingering sound.

People are drunk, dreaming, and how many people's souls are drunk? Getting drunk is the beauty of a thousand years.

The passionate butterfly refuses to leave, still waiting in memory, weaving eternal lingering and sad beauty.

Who left the most classic page in the history of love?

Ambush on all sides

The cold wind is rustling and the cold rain is sad.

With a touch of the hand, the bright moon in Qin dynasty reflects a distant story.

A hundred thousand troops rushed through skilled fingers. Jin Ge is an iron horse, and the sword shadow is heavy. The last battle for hegemony between Chu and Han quietly kicked off. It's really thrilling.

In fact, as early as the Hong Men, Fan Zeng said that "the vertical axis is insufficient", and all the endings have already been doomed.

The battle gradually retreated, and the shouts became more and more ethereal.

Three thousand miles across the country was surrounded by a short line of defense in an instant.

Being attacked on all sides, such as a needle cone, stabbing the chest with sound, and blood boiling. The overlord of the place of Chu, waving a long sword, sighed: What about fear and fear?

The lofty sentiments that once rose from the mountains and filled the world with anger are long gone. The tears hanging in the corner of my eyes are crystal clear.

Thunder and lightning, crying.

Facing the surging Wujiang River, it left an eternal sigh for the elders in Jiangdong.

The winner is a prince and the loser is a thief. History is always history.

The autumn wind tore at the wounds of the years, and tears broke the strings. The jingle of music suddenly stopped.

The audience of later generations lost in thought:

Who wrote this Millennium regret?

Three Er Quan Yue Ying

The waning moon is like a knife and the night is like ink.

Sitting alone in the dark, erhu players have already isolated themselves from loneliness.

A dense string, a thin man.

A pair of trembling hands-fingers like firewood, gently across the tears-stained Hu Xian. The ups and downs of life are condensed on two slender and soft strings, flowing out from the fingers like spring water.

Two cold strings, with the pull of hands, began to return to the tenderness of spring water.

A bright and clean moon blanket, wrapped in a dark heart.

Full of sadness and bitterness, they merged into a tear and got into the jumping string flow. The moon, wandering leisurely in the universe, accidentally tripped, slipped over the strings and clicked on the eardrum of the blind.

Walking alone, a spring of life ripples at your feet and stirs in the hearts of listeners.

Sunset, ordinary alley. With a bleeding heart, open the boundless night and ring the long-forgotten vicissitudes.

The hope that once withered, under the constant friction of moonlight, was ignited and swayed. The night is empty, and the dawn will always pierce this thin veil.

30% off and 10% off, one song ends. Time passes like a dream. Only moonlight, like water, flooded the eyes of players and listeners.

A Bing, the bright moon decorated your rhyme, and you decorated other people's dreams, but who will decorate your dry longing and yearning?

Four high mountains and flowing water

A mountain, a river.

Sitting on the floor, with a wave of his hand, Qingshan held the fiddler away from the world of mortals, away from the noise and began to sing.

Memories are still swirling in impetuousness, and running water has begun to lick the eardrum clearly.

Dull and indifferent, extremely elegant.

Elegant players gently touch the water with dexterous fingers, and seven heartstrings sing rhythmically with the green water, singing a delicate charm and a quiet spirituality.

The benevolent Leshan, the wise happy water. The so-called bosom friend, is two people's empathy, gently, will produce a wonderful * * * vibration.

Proud and free and easy, eyes tight shut. The player filled the audience with the original picture of the small bridge flowing water.

What kind of music will be played in what mood.

My feet walk between Xiushan and Lishui, and I don't want to go ashore for a long time. But my heart has gone through the steps of just visiting and looking for my bosom friend.

Fish need water, birds need nests, and people need bosom friends.

A bosom friend is like the wings of an eagle. If you break a wing, the eagle will never fly to the sky.

My bosom friend is dead, and my heart is full of joy. Who will listen to a broken string?

The piano is broken and the sound is gone.

Full of blood, one after another sprayed into the sky, and the blood sucked the broken strings of the piano. Thousands of hearts are trembling.

Song is a bosom friend, and bosom friend is dead. What is the use of Rukoto?

Castle peak remains the same, and green water remains the same.

The famous songs sung through the ages will still ring. However, who can interpret the word "confidant"?

On the night of "moonlight", it was just dark and the fog was overflowing, which affected a calm and peaceful night. Under the soft moonlight and street lamps, the white fog was dyed golden yellow. In the moonlight, the leaves rustle, as if playing a moonlight song, graceful and beautiful, deep and beautiful, and the beating notes seem to jump out of the hazy moonlight, which is intoxicating. It's late at night, the countryside is hazy, the mountain shadows are falling, the water is dissolved, fireflies are lit, and candles are lit. What a beautiful picture under the moon! Life is like moonlight, like a picture scroll! The beating melody interprets the joys and sorrows of life. Life is too short to be like moonlight. At noon on the moon, it is bright and gentle, and the soft moonlight sets off a calm and peaceful night. The moonlight falls on the branches, leaving mottled shadows scattered on the branches like broken strips. Everything in the world is God's creation, which is very harmonious, but the moon is different. The moon has its own personality, and its charm is reflected here. Why should the new moon win glory? Her purpose is to make the night no longer terrible and send people a warmth and a light! Isn't that what people do? Don't some people contribute to others in obscurity like the moon? Although it is only a small matter, we will feel a little warm to each other, which is the connotation of the month. Night, has been silent. The moon quietly shed its afterglow, trying to drive away the darkness and bring light, warmth and care to people! rain

Rain is weak and the lightest thing in the world. It can't knock down heavy reinforced concrete buildings. And the tile house, with raindrops on it, jingled and immediately made a pleasant sound. People who live in huts are also blessed to be close to nature in the rain. When the rain is sudden, the sound is generous and violent, just like hundreds of horses singing together, Malik gallops. As the rain slows down, the sound becomes weaker and seeps into your heart gently, like the breeze in your ear in warm spring. These tiles seem to be specially laid for rain. They play dutifully, and the hearts of those who listen to the rain will overflow with endless affection.

People like to sit quietly and listen to the rain when their hearts are full of nostalgia and regret. The old people have the ambition of "lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain and dreaming of the iron horse glacier"; Dying beauty has the bitterness of "raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head"; Acacia lovers have the vision of "the phoenix tree is raining, and it will drop at dusk"; Affectionate poets have the daydream that "the small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers."

Rain has become an emissary for people to decorate their feelings and place their wishes.

In my spare time, I was lucky enough to go back to the place where I used to listen to the rain. It happened to be raining lightly that day, and I heard the familiar and unfamiliar sound of rain. In the mist, there is a strange mood in the rain, and we haven't communicated for a long time. It keeps me away and shows me that it is strange to me, but I can feel the breath of its existence from the deepest part of my consciousness. There is a sense of carefree waking from a dream and a sense of vicissitudes after confusion.

Oh, what I met in the rain was the self separated from time and space, and it was telling me everything before. I hesitated. I asked myself: Who am I? Still the old me?

There is a saying: "Young people listen to singing on the rainy floor, and the red candle is faint." In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken geese are called the west wind. "Different life situations make people feel different when listening to the rain. However, listening to the rain is all about listening to the dialogue of the soul, listening to the flow of true feelings and listening to the flow of years. In addition to the echo of the years, the sound of rain also brings regrets of the past and melancholy that I want to talk about again. It seems that only in the light rain of this tile house can the soul breathe and life continue.

The rain is still ringing, just like my real heartbeat. ...

A rain

It's raining. I put my hand out of the window and touched the heartbeat of the rain. A refreshing coolness suddenly purified all the thoughts in my mind.

Rain man slipped down from the invisible slide in the sky and fell to the ground, immediately splashing crystal water. How happy they are!

I watched all this happily, as if I had joined their team. We danced together and blossomed on the ground together.

There was a faint fragrance in the distance, which made me go back to the beginning, deeply rooted in my heart and hard to erase.

The rain stopped suddenly, and I was shocked-the rain man disappeared, the splash disappeared, the laughter disappeared, and nothing disappeared. I'm back in the real world. I'm still me, a child with bones and flesh, not the crystal rain man just now. Everything just now, as if it were a wonderful dream, is still unfinished. Oh, it's going to rain again, and the rain man is going to fall from the sky again!

autumn

When I was a child, I had a vague concept of the four seasons. I only know that spring is warm, summer is hot, autumn is cool and winter is cold. With the passage of time, people grow up gradually, and slowly I fall in love with the birds and flowers in spring; Fell in love with the fun in the swimming pool and the stimulation of ice cream in summer; I fell in love with making snowmen, having snowball fights and watching snow scenes in winter ... only autumn makes me feel bored. Especially in autumn in my hometown, I only see the leaves wither all day. Boredom is nothing more than a few troubles.

The Chinese teacher said that autumn is a beautiful season of the year. I didn't fully believe it at that time, but I always had some doubts. But from then on, I began to observe and feel autumn.

Autumn rain often falls, thin and dense. The wind is mixed with rain, and the rain falls with the wind. The rain gently washes everything on the earth, the ground is polished, and the leaves are constantly oozing raindrops full of particles. At dusk, the wind and rain slowed down. The sun climbed out of the clouds again and gave her afterglow to the earth. The yellow leaves reveal a faint reddish color in the soft sunshine, just like the beautiful cheeks of a shy girl.

Where the autumn wind blows, the leaves will make a rustling sound, which is very nice. When the wind is strong, yellow leaves will break free from the shackles of trees and dance with the wind, just like a beautiful yellow butterfly, singing and dancing with the accompaniment of the wind. At this time, just three or two people walked through the falling yellow leaves. Isn't this a beautiful picture? But it is so fleeting, like a flash in the pan. It disappeared before I could appreciate it carefully.

I regret this short-lived beauty, and I regret the fortitude of autumn leaves. It tried so hard to get rid of the shackles of the big tree, but didn't know that the leaves would eventually return to the roots? For such a short freedom, is it worth burying yourself in deep roots forever? But I think, maybe this is the spirit of autumn leaves. Their real purpose of getting rid of the shackles of big trees may not be freedom at that moment, but injecting themselves into the roots for the last time, so that the big trees can have sufficient nutrients in the cold winter. New and stronger leaves will grow on the branches next spring.

Aren't those new leaves exactly what they were? Thinking of this, I am proud of autumn leaves. I didn't expect them to have the idea of "sustainable development". It's incredible. Perhaps it is given by mysterious nature.

Spring breeze makes people sleepy; The summer wind makes people feel sultry and uncomfortable; The wind in winter makes people feel cold and biting. Only the autumn wind makes people feel refreshed, neither sultry nor cold, but also makes people awake a lot. I simply doubt that the autumn wind has a refreshing effect, and coupled with the coolness of the autumn rain, this wonderful drug primer, a rare "natural herb", has probably been formed.

Autumn wind and autumn rain may be the most perfect couple in the world. Autumn wind blows autumn rain, accompanied by autumn wind. They can make everything in the world reflect crystal luster and autumn elegance. Maybe they can trim out a beautiful autumn picture. Looking at their figures, I can't help feeling that autumn wind blows and autumn rain flies; Autumn wind sends cool, autumn rain sends cool.

Autumn wind, autumn rain and autumn leaves. They can't show beauty anywhere by themselves. They express a kind of overall beauty and a kind of harmonious beauty. Without wind, rain can't fly and leaves can't dance; Without rain, the wind will not be wet and the leaves will not be ashamed; Without leaves, the wind looks monotonous and the rain looks boring. Only by combining them skillfully can we form a beautiful painting and a beautiful poem-autumn.

Nature endows flowers and birds in spring, prosperity in summer and beautiful snow scene in winter. Of course, we will not forget to give autumn. So, she gave autumn mystery and beauty. It seems that nature does not favor anyone.

I also learned a truth from it: people have similar talents. If you want to surpass others and achieve extraordinary achievements, I'm afraid you have to go through extraordinary hardships.

Autumn, let me appreciate its beauty, but also let me understand some truth.

Autumn is really fruitful.

By the river, a group of young girls are laughing and washing clothes. They wear colorful clothes, like the rosy clouds of Yaotai, and occasionally stop by the shore to watch. When they finished, they went back together. Talking and laughing all the way, even the bamboo poles and bamboos behind me were shivering, and a few leafy bamboo leaves flew in from time to time. This joy spreads like ripples, and the lotus leaf is no longer graceful, shaking its head happily. Suddenly, the lotus leaves on both sides separated, a boat floated in the smiling face, and the paddles and paddles were also singing cheerful songs!