Beautiful Prose of May Meteor Chapter 1
The wind blew through the treetops, making bursts of "whisking" sounds. During the day, the new yellow-green leaves show a deep dark green in the sunlight, swaying in the late spring scenery. At night, when the weather is calm, those trees with pavilion-like crowns stand in the garden, calmly letting the light shine through the gaps between the branches and leaves, whitening them into blurry three-dimensional silhouettes.
Air, transparent. Gentle. The faint fragrance floats in it, seducing quietly. It’s the unique flavor of May.
The delicate flowers exude fragrance; the fragrant grass belonging to the flower family emits a fresh orchid fragrance. However, the magic power of these flowers and plants is still weak, and the soft fragrance is ultimately no match for the vast, distant, fresh and magical smell of the camphor tree. Everything is surrounded by the faint herbal fragrance exuded by the camphor tree.
The scene of "good flowers and full moon" should be a beautiful scene that only occurs around the Mid-Autumn Festival in people's minds. Not really. Because, to appreciate and like, you must not only have pure and beautiful natural scenery, but also have a peaceful and peaceful state of mind. Autumn flowers and autumn moon always give people a feeling that good times will not last long. In fact, everything in autumn is indeed getting darker and darker. Like a fateful beauty.
The full moon day should be in May. There are no recurring weather changes in spring and autumn. It's not as hot and dry as summer. There is no harsh cold in winter. May flowers bloom calmly and calmly in a stable and suitable climate. At night, quiet and fragrant. The moonlight is as pure as water. This creates an atmosphere where the flowers are blooming and the moon is round.
Only, occasionally, in the night sky in May, an unhappy meteor will cross the sky and fall into a corner of the universe. May Meteor's Beautiful Prose Chapter 2
Light and light, everything is good. I have always liked light colors, plain dresses, with some nameless small floral flowers around them, and a simple and plain desk, and then a People sit peacefully in the sunny time, soaking in the breeze, and live life in a light way; they also like to walk on the country paths on such an early morning, dressed in plain clothes, letting the light clouds pass by the heart, and the clear wind blows them all. The long hair of thoughts, you can not think about anything at this moment, just walk quietly and simply, with the greenery around you, a few small flowers suddenly appearing, simple yet emotional, in such a simple scene , go to sleep...let everything follow the wind, quietly and authentically stay in this nature for a while.
Give your soul a vacation at all times, be your true self, let the original colors wash away the filth in front of your eyes, make the sky clearer, the wind lighter, and the clouds lighter; let all the dust When it settled down, it turned around beautifully and ended lightly; when we first met in life, it was so simple, how could it gradually become so complicated and cumbersome after knowing each other, forgetting the freshness and indifference when we first met; I remember this sentence from Xi Murong's first encounter: Everyone has a first encounter complex, which is really as pure and transparent as a glass of water. Indeed, the first encounter is pure, otherwise how could we lament that if life were just like the first meeting, the time of first meeting was very short, and then the years were mixed with the world and gradually became chaotic, so afterwards I would always sigh, "If life were just like the first time, See, what's the matter with the sad autumn wind painting the fan?"
In my spare time, I found that many netizens have chosen to remain invisible, and gradually like to be indifferent to others, and no longer like to join groups; make friends appropriately, both near and far, and the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water. Just one word, "Tian", speaks out. Listen to the voices of everyone, and be at an appropriate distance, otherwise you will only hurt each other; meet each other lightly, and get to know each other deeply; new friends are like old friends, they understand each other tacitly, and they understand each other with one look, and the whole desert becomes green with a greeting. It is a deep understanding that will be understood in your heart without too much elaboration.
I have faintly watched the blooming and falling of a flower, the departure and stay of a cloud, and left that feeling in the leisure afternoon; let the long years in a pool of still water make everything perfect; let that first sight In the old days, the wind was light and the clouds were calm. Face it calmly and calmly, letting go of everything; let that simple greeting warm the sky; let that knowing smile brighten every day in the future; life is actually lighter and simpler, and time often There will be a bright moon and a clear breeze.
Life, even though it has ups and downs, joys and sorrows, tastes all the five flavors, why not seek happiness in the bitterness and live a simple worldly life; Qian Qian has seen the rain on the road lightly, and believes that the sun always comes after the wind and rain; Don’t be too persistent. Sometimes persistence is a shackle, and sometimes it blocks the sunshine outside the door. Open the window of your heart, and outside the door is the bright sun, the butterflies are singing and the orioles are singing, and the flowers are blooming. It is better to be a peach blossom garden than a peach blossom garden. With such a beautiful scenery, why not pack lightly? Hit the road, go out for a walk, let your moldy body and mind absorb the rain and dew, bathe in the sunshine, and take a short walk.
Don’t be too persistent in the world. If you can’t get along with others, you can’t get along with yourself. If you can’t get along with the past, you really can’t get along with yourself. If your steps are restricted, your walking will be lame. The wind wants to be calm but the heart is not going to stop. , is the wind moving, or is the heart moving? It is the heart that keeps moving, and the trees will move with it; the fullness and the shortcomings are in the heart, the gains and losses are in the heart, open your heart, forgive the right and wrong, then forgive yourself, and open a bright door to tomorrow; after seeing thousands of scenery, it is as light as clouds , as shallow as the wind, looking at the rivers and lakes clear and clear, the mountains and rivers are also calm at this time!
You are a cloud in the sky. You have passed through the heart of my wave and passed through my city. This is enough; that time is like a cup of tea, which is pleasing to the eyes and fragrant to the heart. Let the years slowly savor its charm; even if the prosperity comes to an end, there will always be some fragments of memories that are unforgettable, deeply imprinted, and the fragrance still remains; holding this shallow memory is enough for the rest of your life, every time I remember that there was a time when such a person came to my world, what a blessing it was.
A brief encounter, a deep understanding. We met on a simple and sunny May day. There were not so many flowers to pave the way. There was only one sentence: Oh, you are here too. I can understand with one look that you are waiting for me; such understanding is the most beautiful opportunity in the world; from now on, whether you are here or not, you will always be in my heart; whether you come or not, you have never left; I believe that our tacit understanding will Understand; believe that a simple greeting will enlighten the soul! Beautiful Prose of May Meteor Part 3
Early summer is like a tree, full of sunshine and vitality everywhere. It's May, green and fat, red and thin, and some young and astringent fruits are gradually ripening.
Strolling through the street market, red strawberries, yellow pumpkins, and lovely pineapples are everywhere, filled with a refreshing fragrance. When I opened the door, my eyes lit up. There was a plate of cherries on the dining table. Each one was fresh and bright, crystal clear, and pleasing to the eye. Take one into your mouth, slightly sour yet sweet, extremely delicious.
The transition between spring and summer is when cherries are ripe. Think of the sunny slopes or the clear water meadows, and the cherry trees with dancing green leaves are already dotted with red branches. The cherries are as plump as pearls, as round and smooth as agate, and as warm and fresh as jade. They are truly lovable. In front of the bright red cherries, people can't help but think of those young, lovely, petite and exquisite women. It is even more reminiscent of: red cherries hanging on the branches, and under the cherries is a woman in plain clothes who looks up, and her red lips seem to be kissing the cherries...
Cherry fruiting period It is short-lived and eaten by birds and insects. Just like beautiful things, they are always fleeting, such as youth and love, which make people cherish them. "Where birds fly stealthily, they carry fire, and when people pick and fight, they break the pearls. It's a pity that the wind blows and the rain hits, and there will be no tomorrow." When the cherries wither, spring will also go. Looking at the cherries on the table, I can't help but feel Feeling nostalgic. So I thought, take a little leisure in the noisy time, like Bai Letian, who is wearing a green shirt with wide sleeves, riding a small boat, "The shadow of the yellow willow follows the moon, and the fragrance of the white apple rises in the wind. I want to sit beside the cherry blossoms, who can I ask?" "The reddest flower in the house?"
Go for a walk in the park, see the hot pomegranate flowers, the green and yellow loquat fruits, and the little green peach that just rolled, like a graceful girl, and Like playful little urchins, hiding on the branches of the courtyard, they all show off their own charms.
Beautiful Prose of May Meteor, Chapter 4
In May, the season of death is no longer cool. Mosquito nets cannot block the heat wave, so how can they block exhaustion. The rain outside the window last night entwined many dreams of the season. There is no horizon and no end to the fluttering sky, flickering into little stars under the street lights at night. The drizzle knocked on the window, shattering the peace and tranquility. Outside the window, the delicate petals of lilac bloom quietly, exuding a rich fragrance.
In this world of mortals, I have lingered on too many faces of yesterday. My eyes passed through the hurried crowds and fell on the unknown front. I was slowly moved by the charming stories. There were injuries and pains in the past. There are songs and dreams. After waking up slightly, everything followed the wind, and the moonlight flowed gently like water.
Fate is an elusive legend. It goes through thousands of times in other people's world, leaving no trace of tenderness around it over time.
Many nights, I put my heart close to the darkness and listened to some lonely voices. There was no fragility of tears, no desolation of looking back, silence, indifference, and I was used to walking in the ethereal world. If life is a pair of ink with suitable shades, silence is the most beautiful blank space.
There is a kind of tranquility, which is the moment when I gently walk to write, and the mountain melody is silent and silent, all the way to the bluestone alley, a lifetime of love, so the beautiful time returns to tranquility, and the moonlight is bright and clear when the clouds rise. .
There is a kind of longing, which is a piece of red paper and a book about the wind and rain that has been returned in a hurry without any news. After the rain stops, it will be separated with the passing years.
I wonder if the rain will fall again tonight, and the ticking sound will continue. Is the sky on the other side still the same as before? Write a stroke of the ocean and write a scroll of fragrance. Then, with the flowing water and breeze, I whisper, "The mist and rain in the south of the Yangtze River will never be seen again."
A greeting, the clouds are light and the wind is gentle, a thought, the water flows long, draw a heart, taste the mountain water, say treasure, send a message once, through the spring, summer, autumn and winter, let the quality of life be heavy, every season The footsteps come closer and farther away, maybe the wind and rain are still a stop on the road ahead, but I will always record the richest feelings every day. Put the lilac flowers in a transparent white porcelain vase, and let your space have a lovely companionship. Although there are no whispers, a quiet and dust-free state of mind is the most real possession.
The years are clear, life is blank, the world is like dye, the mountains and rivers are pure, among the vicissitudes of branches and leaves, pick a bright flower, a petal of heart fragrance, and look at the crescent moon like a hook. Meeting each other without saying a word is understanding, the twists and turns of life is practice, and the years are long, enough for us to grow old forever. Beautiful Prose of May Meteors Chapter 5
The weather in May is not too hot, but the poplars are like snow.
Riding the tram in the early morning or evening still feels a bit cold. The whooshing wind blows past my ears, and the cool air penetrates directly from the skin into the body.
Although my body has gained a little weight recently and is theoretically more tolerant to the cold, I still can't resist the coolness. Therefore, every time at this time, I will slow down, so that it is indeed not so cold.
The weather forecast is often inaccurate. Yesterday, it was predicted that there would be light rain today, but when I went out in the morning, the sun was shining brightly. I took the tram to take my son to have breakfast, send him to school, and then go to my work. I don’t know why, but sitting in the office, I feel very restless, as if my blood is surging. I made a cup of tea and took a sip, but I still couldn't calm down. After drinking a cup of tea, my whole body felt warm. It seemed that the warmth of the tea had calmed down the rushing blood, and I felt much calmer.
Outside the window, the wind was blowing, and the slight coolness was very refreshing.
However, this is the wind that rushes around in a city with many high-rise buildings, and it is far less pleasant than the wind in May in my hometown!
May in my hometown is full of vitality. The unobstructed and unobstructed wind that is unique to the countryside is unbridled, like a knight walking alone with a sword, coming and going with ease. As soon as the wind in May blows over the fields, the rape pods are plump, the ears of wheat are full, and the faces of the villagers are red! The market became lively, and everyone was busy buying some farm tools, because in a while, it will be the prosperous afternoon harvest season.
When I was a child, I loved the fields in May the most.
The whole place is filled with the fragrance of wheat ears. When school is over, I carry my schoolbag and walk on the stalks beside the wheat field. I pinch off an ear of wheat, hold it in my hands and rub it, blowing away the awns and skin, and what I hold in my hand is an ear of wheat. The wheat grains are green and round. Gather it together in your hands, then separate it, put your right and left hands into your mouth and chew it. The sweet fragrance is purer and stronger than some current breakfast milk. In that era of material scarcity, this was the best snack for our children.
If you find some firewood and light it, then put the wheat ears on it and grill it, after a while, a strong fragrance of wheat will fill the air. It makes people drool, and then they can't wait for it to cool down and quickly rub it in their hands. The taste of this wheat grain is the most fragrant. Every time, our faces are covered with black ash, like miners. Although we are inevitably scolded by our parents after returning home, it does not prevent us from doing it again next time.
There is still a sense of tranquility in the countryside in May. After farming, the men would gather together to chat, play poker and mahjong, the women would knit sweaters under the trees, and the old people would sit together and talk about the past. Occasionally, there is the sound of roosters crowing and dogs barking. The long crowing of roosters and the bursts of dog barking are unforgettable. More than half of the water in the Xiaogou River is clear, and the thin aquatic plants always follow the direction of the river flow. Groups of small black tadpoles were looking for their mother as described in the textbook, which made the children want to catch them. Some naughty or fond of them really wanted to catch one by the river! Put it in a can and raise it as a pet. I did something like this when I was a child and raised quite a few! Later, a few of them died, and they were so distressed that they shed tears. Then, under the persuasion of my mother, all the remaining ones were released into the river.
The thatch by the river is green, and the cores are another delicacy besides wheat ears and peas. I would often search on the embankment after school, and even forget the time for lunch. When I got home, it was already very late, but I still had half a school bag full of straw. This is a plush thing wrapped in green leaves. Before the buds are broken, it is tender, green, and as delicate as a silkworm baby. I like to eat Mao Xin, which is sweet and fragrant. It is a pure natural food from nature.
In the countryside in May, there are still locust trees with more than half of them withered, but this does not prevent the fragrance from filling your nostrils. In the countryside in May, there are still the newly withered Paulownia tree flowers. The flowers fall all over the ground, leaving behind individual flower stalks. Pick up the roots of the flowers underground and thread them with needle and thread to make small snakes. , you can even make its tail swing! These are the toys of that year, of course, there are also seasonal toys such as ginkgo guns, willow flutes, fruit pick guns, and slingshots that are available all year round.
The young people back then belonged to the sheep on the grassland, they were unrestrained and grew up with abandon. However, today's teenagers are trapped in families, as delicate as flowers in a greenhouse. I don't know whether they are happy or unhappy.
Throughout the morning, I worked intermittently, chatted on QQ, looked for friends in drift bottles, read friends’ blogs, and in this May season, I also missed the May of my hometown. And those youthful years. Beautiful Prose of May Meteor Chapter 6
In May, catkins are falling like snow. Opening the gauze curtain, the breeze blows slowly, and a faint floral fragrance stings the nostrils, lightly raising the eyebrows, and feeling leisurely and relieved. A thick shade in the distance spreads a curtain of thoughts, lingering in my heart.
May brings with it a wisp of light summer fragrance, a pure and clear dream, and the unique richness of May. It passes over the branches with the wind and stays on the other side with you. The richness is about to dry up. memory.
Time passes slowly around the fingers, sadly emptying the glory of the years and writing the vicissitudes of the annual rings. The scenery in my eyes, the smile in my ears, and the thinning footprints by the lake all fall into the light and shadow of the passing years. The tidbits are scattered, the dreams of spring are stranded, and the longing in my heart always lingers softly, pink like the reddish color of May, and the sleeves are filled with songs.
On the shore of the fleeting time, there is a mist like the rain falling in May. On the old rocks, there is a quiet thought, a mind that is no longer wandering. The liquid in his eyes startled the misty rain in Jiangnan. Picking up a wisp of warmth, folding the shadow of the willow shade, blurring the dimness of the night, walking in silently, but still watching the loneliness.
The smooth and narrow paths bend the crescent moon eyebrows in the night sky; the strokes of the pen and sketches are bathed in the beauty of the years; the harp and rosary beads are played, and the long-lasting lovesickness is cherished. After thousands of twists and turns, in the end, that estranged encounter was left in May of that year at the moment when I lowered my head, fragrant with the beauty and sadness of that year.
Time has passed, but I can no longer walk into the enchantment, the moist sadness, the fragrance soaked in tears, and the fragrance around my fingers. If you look back, do you still have the past love in your eyes? In May, which seems both thick and thin, are you also recalling the dependence under the window that year? The streets are full of flowers, the wind and dust are falling, and in the reincarnation season, can you still reproduce your plain face in Tsing Yi?
The inkstone pen falls into the dream, and writes to the end of the world; the sky is blue at dusk, lonely and sad. At one end of May, there is a bright and beautiful place, bits and pieces of trivial scenery, the splendid May, and the waiting thoughts are scattered beside the water moon, like the falling red, faded from the beauty in full bloom. My heart is still the same, my thoughts are still the same, and the scenery I wrote is still the same. The only thing that has changed is that I haven’t heard from you for a long time, which makes me heartbroken.
A journey through mountains, a journey through water, and difficulty in traveling; a love, a dream, and countless departures. Slightly closing your eyes, it feels like a lifetime has passed, a few dreams have returned, and you are filled with lovesickness, and your eyes are full of tears. Now in May, I am quietly watching the bright year of the dust, letting the fruitless expectations fluctuate in the nightingale's sighs, carefully implanting that beauty into my heart and cherishing it.
Walking in the time that cannot be copied, watching the moving clouds and flowing water, knocking on the clear dream of May, the tears rain pouring down, filling the city, drowning the memories, and silence the appointment holding hands. Since then, the vast waterfront has been full of lovesickness, and the memories of those fleeting years have also condensed into the graceful eternity on the plain paper. In May, keeping watch has become a message in my heart. Beautiful Prose of May Meteor Chapter 7
In the spring season, my heart is like a sad sky, with dense clouds and no rain. You didn't say anything, just hurriedly flew over the swing in a mess of red.
The fruits of midsummer have not yet borne fruit, and your worries are like the half-drunk and half-awake dawn mist that is too thick to dissolve in the morning light and is about to subside. I hold a melancholy paper umbrella alone and sigh helplessly. The sadness in my sigh is like the melancholy fishing boats singing late under the river maple.
Spring is gone when the flowers fall and the water falls! Your stay was shorter than I expected. There was no time to soothe your passionate sorrow, so you lost weight on the branches, your figure disappeared, and your face became haggard. You are not a passer-by, you are my departure.
You and I are speechless. I know that you have to go through many obstacles, thousands of miles, and many years. Your tearful eyes are filled with the clear light of the willow bank in the morning wind and the waning moon, which cools my heart.
It’s hard to say goodbye when we meet! Leave the red petals on your lips as a bookmark to commemorate the passing years and bear witness to our love.
You said that the warmth of February is the first date, the brightness of March is an unexpected encounter, the romance of April is a reunion, and May is not our world.
You just walked away in anger, regardless of my embarrassment, and left me an agreement with no room for change. In the dream of the cold rain soaking the window, I remembered your eyes that cut off the spring water of the river. .
Just don’t wait for me in the old place. I am your lover who knows each other, and I am a traveler trekking in destiny... May Meteor Beautiful Prose Chapter 8
The rain in May is like a girl with her first love, gentle and lingering, intoxicating the south of the Yangtze River and captivating the northern Xinjiang.
The patter of spring rain floats down softly, making no sound, fearing to disturb the earth that has been sleeping all winter. Quietly caressing every inch of the earth's skin and watering every blood vein of the earth. The mountains are bright and moist; the rivers are blooming with joy. Every touch of green is full of nectar, and you are chasing after me. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, flowers of all colors are no less beautiful.
"The light rain on the street is as moist as crisp, and the grass looks far away but not close." Han Yu's famous line depicts the extremely difficult to describe early spring in the language of poetry. In the poet's writing, the figure of early spring is vaguely present and absent. Lu You's famous line "Listen to the spring rain in a small building all night, and sell apricot flowers in the deep alleys in the Ming Dynasty" vividly reflects the late spring rain "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently". The scenery of late spring comes out with a breath and becomes overnight. So bright.
The apricot blossoms could not withstand the gentle entanglement of the spring rain, and accompanied by the pattering rain all night, flower buds sprouted and opened one after another! On a quiet rainy night, it's like hearing the flowers and grass blooming shyly in love stirred by the spring rain.
How many people lament the strength of life, as long as there is blood flowing, it can flourish. But I am even more impressed by the super power of every raindrop! It is the nectar on which life thrives! With the watering of rain, the earth has blood and life has sustenance! The selflessness of rain brings joy to all things.
The rain in May is weaving diagonally and floating down softly. Crisp the earth and moisten the grass! The mountains and rivers are moved by it, and the rivers sing for it.
In all four seasons, I like the rain in May. It is not as cold as winter snow; it is not as torrential as summer rain; and it is not as continuous as autumn rain. It has a gentle temperament like a young girl, shy and half-hiding its face while holding a pipa.
Its tenderness sweeps away the biting cold wind, moistens the thirsty land, and waters the seeds of life. "Good rain knows the season, and spring will happen." It is so wise and knows how to come without losing the opportunity.
The rain in May fell gently on my heart, opening a bright path for me. The heart flows with the green grass, and the heart blooms with the red flowers! May Meteor's Beautiful Prose Chapter 9
On weekdays, my mind is so busy that even my body cannot rest. Occasionally, I calm down and realize that being busy is just busy, and its meaning is just to live like a year.
Recently, my body has always felt tired, my calves are tight, and my chest seems to be sucked by something, without any soul. The weather is getting worse and worse, sometimes with strong winds and sometimes with drizzle, which disrupts and tangles thoughts. Even though we know that things are still confusing, we lose the energy to sort them out. Such a vicious cycle makes people almost surrender.
After a trip to Beijing, I had a new understanding of what it means to be bustling and what it means to be in a foreign country. There are many high-rise buildings in Beijing, which cover up the floating clouds and the red sun. People are trapped in the shadow of that building, and they can't get out even if they stop and go.
It’s strange that the sun has gone away, but it still leaves its warmth churning on the earth. At night, it goes into the house, looking for a chair and sits down, and looking for a bed, it lies down. It doesn't matter at all, it makes me feel comfortable, but I just end up tossing and turning and can't sleep.
I opened the window at work at noon and heard my colleagues suddenly scream out cold, so I noticed the shape of the wind. It was round and swollen, making the curtains billow back and forth. I gently stroked my cold arms. , closed the window, and never found her again.
When drinking with friends, he drinks a glass of wine and I drink a glass of wine. The energy is the soul of the wine. When a person gets the soul of wine, he is possessed by wine. Therefore, people are wine, and wine is people. People may go crazy, or fall asleep, or cry bitterly, or curse. It's not that people are different, it's the wine that is different.
In the blink of an eye, it is May, and the year is about to be halfway through. Looking at the moon at night, the moon is still the same. The big silver plate is clean and beautiful. This is the collective memory, it is eternal.
What are friends? I can't answer that. But I can talk about what friends are not.
Friends are not parents. You don’t have to expect them to tolerate everything about you, and they won’t tolerate everything about you. If they really can tolerate you, you have to be careful.
Friends are not enemies. Don’t think about everything from the bad side and view it from the perspective of evil. Everyone is evil. In the end, it is you who is evil. Friends must not be inseparable, otherwise they will not last long, and they must not be confidant, otherwise they will not be respected. What's rare about friends is that they stay away from each other, talk about everything but still respect each other, don't ask for anything, don't expect, and allow each to be their own selves.
It will soon be the season to eat watermelon again. The sweetness of watermelon evokes the taste of childhood, fragrant and sweet. The most delicious thing about eating watermelon is the first bite of it every summer. The feeling is fleeting, but afterwards it is deeply etched in the mind and cannot be wiped away. The next time you eat it, it will not taste the same.
I feel restless and have many dreams at night. Reality has both sadness and joy, and so does dreams, and dreams are more real. All backgrounds are diluted, trees are a blur, people are erratic and transparent ethereal spirits, and the only thing you can see clearly is what you want to see clearly, which may be a A bird, a river, maybe a face.
It’s time to move. Every time you move there is a struggle. What do you have to lose? What to take away? Looking at the rags and old shoes in the room, I felt quite hesitant. Along the way, they are my most loyal confidants, and I have to tell myself that some things are destined to be taken away by time and never seen again. Got a clean bag ready and I'm going to make them go decently.
I have been trying to find the source of life and value. If there is one, I would like to call it the source of life. With it, how simple the rest of my life will be. I will find meaning in happiness and find meaning in sadness. bear.
In a blink of an eye, it is late at night again, the moon is crescent, and the shadows of the trees are dancing. Who can you say good night to before going to bed?