Looking out my bedroom window, I can see a tall hibiscus tree. On that spring day when the smoke trees are jagged, the red dots are really charming. Touched my inspiration and stirred 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 while, it gradually faded. Once, when I came back from the countryside, I felt that the indoor air was a little dull. When I opened the window inadvertently, I suddenly felt a bright eye: a piece of red bougainvillea caught my eye, 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 death?

Yes, the last petal of hibiscus has fallen, and people's praise for it has been forgotten in the past memory, but bougainvillea has grown up and is as 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 is always facing the sun, you will find that every morning there will be a beautiful and hazy vision rising in front of your window, and the world will always convey the prelude of hope.

The scenery outside the window

The weather is clear and sunny, and there is no sign of snow or rain.

It didn't snow all winter, which made people feel helpless and anxious. Watching TV said that people's drinking water has become a problem in some places because of drought. What is God going to do? Why do you have a problem with the people?

I just went to work and felt very tired at the end of the day. When I got home, I slept first, woke up more energetic, stood at the window and looked at the outside world, and began to conceive stories in my mind that I had never imagined before. Every story has no ending, which is the heaviest regret in my heart

Just now, I stood by the window, lying on the windowsill, holding my chin, thinking about the world outside the window, imagining that if it rains, I will go out in the rain and walk silently in the rain, continuing to conceive the never-ending story in my heart. Perhaps this story will have a happy ending in the rain!

Recently, I often have an impulse to write the story in words, but I don't know how to express it. I know this story can't have an ending, but there is a process, which is not perfect. Only a story without an ending can't be vivid, so it has been buried in my heart, maybe it will be buried in my heart forever.

I often look back and lament the hardships of the years, which makes me bear a heavy burden in my heart. Recently, my mood has become much more cheerful and relaxed. It's just a happy mood, but it suppresses inspiration.

There is always a sense of guilt when the days slip through my fingers day by day. The trace of days slipping away always leaves too many regrets, and there is no way to improve it. Then, a new burden was added to my heart. Stop. Stop. ! Stop. ! ! ..... No matter how much, don't think so much, or take care of the scenery outside the window, not the scenery outside the window! Hehe ~ ~

Cut a plum blossom boat and cross the Wujiang River

In the blurred night sky, a golden boat hangs in the gray-black sky, carrying Man Cang's dream and heading for the depths of the clouds; The cool breeze slightly blows up the plain yarn of the night and blows away the dust of the years; Harmonious moonlight flows quietly, breaking the bank of memory; Scattered and softly sprinkled on the leaves, glowing light green; For example, the silver in China is wrapped in a little coolness, which lays a kind of luxury.

The willow branches by the river swayed gently and fiddled with the strings of memory. Dust-laden years are stagnant water stranded in a bay, which quietly precipitates, then slowly ferments, producing pearl-like bubbles, which are shattered by the illusory future. The words of the years always lie quietly in the diary, is it to record the ups and downs of the past or to vent the feelings of the past? How much loneliness and melancholy will be frozen here?

Memory is a wind chime hanging in front of the window, which will always sway gently with the wind of the years and make a silvery sound. When you admire her crispness and sweetness, you forget that she is also undergoing the test of time. "Carving a jade fence should be particularly good, but Zhu Yan has changed." Her memory will fade with the wind of the years, and she will die brilliantly, but she will not be reborn in the ashes. I met, ignored, ran away, and regretted it! Every day is drifting in this intertwined, but always parallel and contradictory emotion. Years have left a string of tears, but I want to erase them, but they are branded in my heart. Asking how much you can worry about is like a river flowing eastward! Only sigh, sigh, sigh! Empty sorrow, white boy's head!

Standing quietly on the barren grassland, looking at the deep sky, thinking quietly. Countless yesterdays flowed away at my fingertips without interest, with confusion and sadness. I have gone through yesterday and the four seasons, and countless spring, summer, autumn and winter have shown me their eternal life breath. But my heart is like a drop of water dripping into the refrigerator. Excessive cold has frozen her into ice and solidified all her memories.

Years are a pool of spring water, rippling with ripples of memories. There has also been the passion of "One day Dapeng rises with the wind, and the wave is as high as nine Wan Li", and the heroism of "I was born useful, and my daughter will come back eventually"; There is also the sadness of "helpless flowers falling, ripe faces returning", and the melancholy of "flowers falling and flowing, when a drop of acacia will be sad"; I also had the frustration of "I want to cross the Yellow River, choke on the ferry with ice, and climb Taihang Mountain with snow", and I also had the belief that "I will climb the wind and break the waves one day and hang in Yun Fan to squeeze the sea". I prefer the charm of "moonlight in the pine forest, crystal stone in the stream" and the ethereal spirit of "cicada forest is quieter, Tonamiyama is more leisurely" ... but no matter how you feel about life, you can only fall, turn to dust and be buried in the world like withered branches and flowers. ...

Nostalgia is so good!

Other people's road

A man wanted to cross the swamp, so he tried to walk because there was no road. Although it is dangerous, you can find your way by jumping left and right, but it doesn't take long and it doesn't go far. You accidentally stepped in the mud and sank.

Another man was crossing the swamp, saw the footprints of his predecessors, and thought: Someone must have walked by, and it can't be wrong to follow others' footprints. I tried to step on it with my foot, and it was really true, so I walked forward with confidence. Finally, I stepped into the mud.

The other man wanted to cross the swamp, looked at the footprints of the two people in front, and went down without thinking. His fate is also imaginable.

……

Another man is going to cross the swamp, looking at all the footprints in front of him and thinking, this must be a road to the other side of the swamp. You see, there are so many people passing by. If I follow this road, I will definitely get to the other side of the swamp. So he strode, and finally he got stuck in the mud.

The road in the world is not as smooth and smooth as the more people walk. Walking in other people's footsteps will not only lead to new ideas, but sometimes it may fall into a trap.

Life and death settlement sheet

Two patients living in the otolaryngology ward at the same time have uncomfortable noses. While waiting for the test results, A said that if it was cancer, he would travel immediately, first to Lhasa. B said so, too. The results came out. A has nasal cancer and B has nasal polyps.

A made a farewell schedule and left the hospital. B stayed. A's schedule is: a trip to Dunhuang in Lhasa; Take a boat from Panzhihua to the Yangtze River estuary; Take a photo with coconut trees as the background in Sanya, Hainan; Spend a winter in Harbin; Take a boat from Dalian to Beihai in Guangxi; Boarded Tiananmen Square; Read all Shakespeare's works; Try to listen to the original song "Two Springs Reflecting the Moon" by the blind A Bing; Write a book. All these, ***27.

He wrote at the back of this life list: I have many dreams in my life, some have come true, and some have not come true for various reasons. God doesn't have much time for me now. In order to leave this world without regret, I intend to use the last few years of my life to realize the remaining 27 dreams.

At that time, A resigned from the company and went to Lhasa and Dunhuang. The next year, I passed the adult exam with amazing perseverance and tenacity. During this period, he boarded Tiananmen Square, went to the Inner Mongolia prairie, and lived in a herdsman's house for a week. Now this friend is fulfilling his old dream of publishing a book.

One day, B read a short article written by A in the newspaper and called to ask about A's illness. A said, I really can't imagine how bad my life would be if it weren't for this disease. It reminds me to do what I want to do and realize my dream. Now I understand what is real life and what is life. You have a good life, too! B did not answer. Because what I said in the hospital, going to Lhasa and Dunhuang, has long been forgotten, because it is not cancer.

In this world, in fact, everyone suffers from a kind of cancer, and that is an irresistible death. The reason why we didn't make a life list like the man with nasal cancer, throw away all the superfluous things, realize our dreams and do what we want is because we think I will live longer. However, perhaps it is this quantitative difference that makes our lives qualitatively different: some people turn their dreams into reality, while others take them to the grave.

Find an umbrella.

Once, a professor said to a businessman, "Last week, my umbrella was taken away from a church in London. Because the umbrella was a gift from my friend, I cherish it very much, so I spent the price of several umbrellas in the newspaper to find it, but I still didn't get it back. "

"How did you write your advertisement?" Asked the businessman. "The advertisement is here." With that, the professor took out a piece of paper cut from the newspaper from his pocket.

The merchant took it and read, "Last Sunday night, I lost a black silk umbrella in the church. If a gentleman finds it, please send it to 10 Broad Street as a reward of 5 pounds. "

The businessman said, "I often advertise." Advertising is very learned. Your advertisement is not good. You can't find an umbrella. I'll write you another advertisement. If you can't find an umbrella again, I'll buy you a new one to make it up to you! "

The advertisement written by the businessman was published in the newspaper. The next morning, the professor was surprised when he opened the door. There were six or seven umbrellas lying in the garden. These umbrellas are colorful, with cloth and silk, old and new, big and small, all thrown in from the outside.

The professor's own black silk umbrella is also caught in the back. Several umbrellas are still tied with a note saying that they were taken by mistake, begging the owner not to tell anyone about it. The professor told the businessman about this situation, and the businessman said, "These people are still honest."

Do you know how businessmen's advertisements are written?

The businessman's advertisement reads like this:

"Last Sunday night, a gentleman was seen taking an umbrella from the church. If the umbrella bearer doesn't want to cause trouble, he'd better return the umbrella to 10 wide street as soon as possible. Everyone knows who this gentleman is. "

Gold worth $20.

This is what I read from an English story:

A father came home from work late, tired and a little upset, and found his 5-year-old son waiting for him at the door. "Dad, can I ask you a question?"

"What's the problem?" "Dad, how much can you earn in an hour?" "It's none of your business. Why do you ask this question? " Father said angrily.

"I just want to know, please tell me, how much do you earn an hour?" The child pleaded. "If you must know, I earn $20 an hour."

"Oh," the child lowered his head and then said, "Dad, can you lend me 10 dollars?" Father is angry: "If you ask this question just to borrow money to buy meaningless toys or things, then go back to your room and sleep." Think about why you are so selfish. I work hard for a long time every day and have no time to play children's games with you. "

The child quietly returned to his room and closed the door.

Father sat down, still very angry. After about an hour, he calmed down and began to think that maybe he was too hard on the child-maybe the child really wanted to buy something, and besides, he rarely asked for money.

The father walked into the child's room: "Are you asleep, son?" "Dad, not yet. I'm still awake." The child replied. "I may have been too hard on you just now," my father said. "I flew into a rage today-here's the $65,438+00 you asked for."

"Thank you, Dad." The child shouted, took out some crumpled bills from under the pillow and counted them slowly.

"You already have money, why do you want it?" Father said angrily.

"Because I didn't have enough before, now I have enough." The child replied, "Dad, I have 20 yuan now. Can I buy it from you for an hour? Please come home early tomorrow-I want to have dinner with you. " Share this story with the people you like, but more importantly, share this $20 worth of time with the people you love-just to remind everyone who works hard not to spend a little time with people who care about us and let time slip through their fingers.

Take another look.

Once, an old man told me a story of his own:

When I was young, I felt great. At that time, I was going to write a book. In order to add "local color" to the book, I used my holiday to go out and look for it. I want to find a hero among those poor and idle people, and I believe I can find such people there.

That's right. One day, I found such a place, a desolate and dilapidated manor. The most exciting thing is that I also found the smell of idleness in my imagination-an old man with a beard, wearing brown overalls, sitting in a chair weeding a potato field, and behind him was an unpainted shed in Xiao Mu.

I turned and went home, and I couldn't wait to sit in front of the typewriter at once. And when I turned the wooden shed on the muddy road, I looked at the old man from another angle, and then I suddenly stopped subconsciously. It turned out that when I looked from this side, I found that the old man's chair was leaning against a pair of crutches for the disabled, and a pair of trousers hung to the ground empty. Suddenly, the figure I thought was lazy just now suddenly turned into an indomitable hero.

Since then, I have never dared to make judgments and conclusions about a person who has only met once or talked a few words. Thank god, I looked back again.

Revelation of stubborn stone

When I first married this farm, that stone was in the corner of the house. This stone looks ugly, about a foot in diameter, protruding two or three inches.

Once I drove the lawn mower at full speed and hit a stone, damaging the blade. I said to my husband, "Can we dig it up?" "No, that stone has been buried there." My father-in-law also said, "I heard that it is buried deep underground. Your mother-in-law has lived here since the civil war, and no one can get it out. "

In this way, the stone stayed.

My child was born, grew up and became independent. My father-in-law passed away, and later, my husband passed away.

Now I look at the yard and find that one corner of the yard is not pleasing to the eye, just because that stone protects a pile of weeds, like a scar on the green grass.

I took out my shovel and cheered. Even after a day's work, I'm going to dig out the stone. Who knows that as soon as I reached out, the stone came out, but it was buried a foot deep, and the bottom was about six inches wider than the top. I pried it open with a crowbar and moved it to the car. This amazes me. This stone has stood on the ground for longer than people remember. Everyone firmly believes that the predecessors tried to move it, but they were helpless. Just because this stone looks big and deep. People think it is unshakable.

This stone inspired me, but I couldn't bear to throw it away. I put it in a conspicuous place in the yard and planted a circle of Catharanthus roseus around it. In my small scenic spot, it reminds people that the only obstacles that hinder our discovery and creation are our psychological obstacles and hard stones in our minds.

I don't know who Qiu Si will meet tonight. "

Tears fall hard, and the moon is bright in the middle of autumn. How much to gather and disperse, how much to be free. For example, the wind is getting colder and colder today, who will secretly give a kite against the oblique aperture?

Guess the Mid-Autumn Moon Night: brightly lit, neon overflowing; Wedding, relatives and friends toast; Invite the bright moon, * * * sing joy. The moon is reunited in the sky, and so is the world. However, no matter how perfect the moon is, its color is still faintly cold and secretly yellow. In the warm pavilion, there must be thousands of lights in Qian Qian gathering the expectations of the old people, the blessings of the young people and the laughter of the children; At night, it must be the bleak wind and the faint moon accompanied by students' night reading, the sadness of wanderers and the sadness of the island.

Although the moon is round, its color is cold, and its brightness is decreasing every night. Do you know who Qing Hui is?

The moonlight is cold and bright.

Mid-Autumn Festival night, teenagers dream of laughter, students dream of college. As Long Song, a friend and relative outside the house, joked, we can only write unfinished homework in the hut and at the desk, carefully sort out the courses we have learned and review tomorrow's subjects seriously. For our efforts for more than ten years, for our lifelong belief, we have been sitting under the lamp for a long time, not afraid of hard work, willing to be lonely, studying quietly in the bright moonlight, immersed in the secular noise and our own boating to learn the sea! Xuehai has many ups and downs. On this Mid-Autumn Night, we are accompanied by Qinghui, secretly weaving a lifelong dream in the flawless Qinghui.

Clear and bright diarrhea, diarrhea in front of students' books, precipitation for students, precipitation of future hope like the rising sun!

Yuehua Lingling, Qinghui lighting.

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, relatives and friends dream of reunion, and wanderers dream of going home. Many families in the building get together, and the wanderers can only feel sad in their lonely places, work hard to stick to their posts, work hard for their lifelong career, and recall the scenery of their hometown with sadness. For the happiness of family members, for the laughter of others' reunion, the wanderer from afar can only stay in a foreign country, work tirelessly, be willing to be lonely and silent, and stick to his own career outside the warm reunion of others! There are many ups and downs in my career. On this Mid-Autumn Night, the wanderer and Qinghui are friends, and in the bright and clear sunshine, they secretly stick to their lifelong beliefs.

Qinghui spreads all over the country, all over the hearts of wanderers, precipitating for wanderers and precipitating a brilliant future!

Moonlight is burning and glory is singing.

On this Mid-Autumn Night, Chinese mainland and Taiwan Province Province dream of reunification together. No matter how many hostile forces are sharp-edged, no matter how many demagogues spread, China, which stands on the sea and the top of the mountain, will never change. It is its lofty spirit! Thousands of years of historical accumulation, thousands of years of cultural spread, thousands of years of heroic blood and tears condensation, condensation in the deep moonlight night, condensation in the shallow bay, condensation in the Chinese world, wrote a thousand-year-old poem! The autumn moon is full, drawing the thoughts of Taiwan Province Island. What kind of power will the profound meaning of reunion and lovesickness inspire? Just this kind of lovesickness and belief with a thousand years of accumulation is enough to inspire1300 million people's hearts!

Endless brilliance, endless bright moon brilliance?

The Yellow River reflects the moon, the Yangtze River reflects the moon, and the surging national water will sing with the moon. The moonlight in the flowing water, the brightness in the moonlight, the emptiness, dispersion and gathering under the brightness have suddenly become the waning moon in the boundless sky and the smoke after the Mid-Autumn Festival. However, what remains unchanged is the endless Chinese soul.