Everyone wants to be a tree. Did you do it? Think about this life.
This is a tree. There are many such trees, such as Roadside, Yuan Ye, Graveyard and Beyond Your Eyes. As for ancient trees, scenic trees, precious trees and trees on cliffs, I won't mention them because there are too many people. I only mention our ordinary trees.
I don't want to say how big a tree is. No flowers, no fruit, okay? Less is ok, not life-long, difficult. It is difficult to go to the sky. Westerners like to enjoy the process, while China people like to see the results. What are you doing when spring comes and what are you doing when autumn comes? Where did all your time go?
Is it too much to describe "indomitable spirit"? Cloudy, sunny and rainy days are all in full swing. Stretch forward a little every day. Reach into the sky and plunge your feet into the hard ground. Did you see those insignificant progress, those small and ordinary times?
Before the thunder and lightning, the wind was crying loudly; Some banks were in a mess after the flood. A tree was nailed there like a nail.
Everyone is busy, running, cars, houses, roads, money, air and expressions. Stand by the side of the road, the road is at your feet. Why don't you run? Always standing there motionless, blocking people's sight, will be cut, will be hit by a car, you are not bored, people are still bored.
The whole world is running, but there is not a tree. It misses the old feelings of old houses, old villages and old land. In this world, if you don't miss others, will others miss you? As long as you stay, wait and watch, the memory will no longer be empty.
Before the snow comes, a tree is bound to cheer and dance wildly. Holding the north wind. It said to the snow, hold me tight, hold me tight, I don't want to look at the face for a long time. In this way, snow is simply in love, entangled with a tree. In fact, this is how true love begins, even if it is only for one day.
Grow into a big tree? How high is it? This is not the ultimate goal of a tree. It has to climb over the sublimation after death. It can be said that the secret of tree death is success. The happiness index of success is a boat, a bed, a chair and a basin.
Finally, I don't have to stand for minutes. You can spread your white wings and fly once, or you can settle down and lie down once, sit once and squat once. ...
Once is enough, just don't shout pain.
seed
They say I will never get old, and my heart will always be zero.
Tyranny strikes again, and there is no way out.
It embraces spring and hurts winter. This soft and hard body-a small seed.
Whether tall or short, fat or thin, beautiful or ugly, or incomplete, we must truly show ourselves and never hide it. Whether it is fertile or barren, whether it is a mountain or a valley, it is necessary to accept the sun and rain, or it is dry, cold, hard and long black under a blue sky.
How much we need a seed heart!
Seeds are the heart of plants. The heart rules the whole world. If you are heartbroken, you will no longer sprout.
When autumn comes. The wind blows plants, swaying the little bells of seeds, telling each other and blessing each other. Be good, see you next year, hold hands or fall in love. Ha ha.
Autumn is leaving, and all the pain is borne by the seeds. Watching leaves fall, fruits are picked, vines wither and die, and some are uprooted. The seed held back its sadness and walked on the road that the previous people had not finished.
Dandelion is scattered by the wind, and its heart is still there, still intact. Who can take back the thrown things intact? Seeds, of course.
The spring breeze blew and the granary was full of hearts. They had a plan, and they began to whisper with their dreams of spring, telling their respective ideals. Some are towering trees. There is plenty of grass. Have a plenty of flowers. Some are willing to be an ugly little pimple. Plant whatever you can. What is blood is blood. It should be pears or pears. It should be peaches or peaches. A clear head will never be confused. All mutations are caused by humans.
They think that as long as there is land, rain and sunshine, it is happiness. Happiness is better than staying in a warm room. No matter what the situation is, you must be ambitious. Even bagged garlic cloves will germinate when they are transported out of the house or placed under gravel and eaves!
Untie yourself. Be your own master. So when I stood up, I was alone.
Big head and straight waist. And then keep stretching to people. Put out two palms first. This hand must have a metaphorical meaning. To survive and survive, you have to rely on your own hands. With hands, nothing is out of reach. Reach out bravely and the world will be infinite.
This hand is actually two ordinary leaves full of sunshine and rain. Leaf petals will grow more leaves, strong branches will grow, blossom and bear fruit, and then bear fruit, future generations. The earth is extremely prosperous.
Red, green, white, yellow and purple on the earth are all painted by seeds. The mountains, fields and villages depicted are all beautiful and vivid scenes of the motherland. Those painters draw on them for artistic inspiration. Seeds are actually sunshine, modestly speaking. There is no sunshine in this world, there is life and color, and it is obviously dark.
Seeds can not only be described, but also folded and collected.
Fold the sky and the ground. When winter comes, the beauty of the earth is collected by them. Where are the spring breeze, colors and flames? The mystery lies in a small seed. It's hard to say whether the seeds are in spring or the seeds are in spring. Without color and agility, it is definitely not spring.
A small seed is like this, but it can be big or small, stretch and bend.
A small seed, what a big world!
Seeds like to dream. After doing it season after season, it knows that it is better to have a dream than no dream. Pear dreamed of the first heavy snow. Pumpkin seeds dream of facing the red-waisted bees who blow their horns unscrupulously in the hot summer. Pomegranate dreamed of a beautiful girl. Sunflowers dream of the sun. The grass dreams of the green ocean. No one expected him to sing and dance in a spring flowered skirt. They know that they will not grow old easily if they have dreams. When winter gets old, they won't get old. They have been dreaming all winter. It is a dream about spring.
wine
Wine, from the moment when grains are carefully brewed, is destined to be used to express certain emotions, etiquette and cultural height. Especially in China, wine culture is the most abundant.
A kind of red wine. It is only because no one has debugged its attractive and mellow red color and endless aftertaste that it will spread all over the world. Especially favored by women. Women like its romance, mystery, nobility, elegance and charm. This is a wine with feminine temperature.
The kind that can adjust the charm of women will always belong to a kind of red wine.
A colorless low-alcohol wine. It is also an unknown wine. Only when it stands on the bar counter and works as a bartender can it shake out colorful and pleasant-sounding wine. It can best express the inner world of urbanites and is a symbol of high civilization. I don't want to go to any sentimental night talk occasions, so I let a lonely soul indulge in gentle music and colorful loneliness, creating a mottled sadness for the dialogue.
A very masculine and bloody shochu. This wine goes well with bloody people. Mastering its ambition scale will not burn people. Only people burn people. Song Wu even drank 18 bowl by himself before winning the evil tiger. Li Bai takes shochu as a song and wine as a poem. Xiang Yu used this wine to cheer up mountains and rivers. The three brothers of the Three Kingdoms vowed to make a vow in Taoyuan with wine, and spread the eternal fame.
Original wine. The original juice tastes of rice and earth. My father often takes it out with a hand that suddenly bulges out the veins, and entertains fellow villagers cheerfully, but he is not willing to drink it himself. The villagers are the same, except for weddings, funerals and honored guests, the rest of the time is sealed up. People in the village never drink wine at this price, only drink its alcohol content and honesty. Chatting while drinking, I don't dislike it at all. In this case, drink two glasses of wine and you can be brothers tomorrow. "Don't worry, just tell me if you have any difficulties, as long as I can do it."
An expensive wine. Many times, you can't measure your price. So it is often put in a box that can hold jewelry. It rarely puts down its airs to meet people, but many people want to see it. If you meet someone, maybe the rumor will leak out overnight. Implicit, cautious, noble, as if all related to it. This wine has always been a nobleman on the shelf.
Ants can move
How do ants eat? Are they dragged home to steal food for themselves, or are they scrambling for food, or are they not allowed to get close to their leaders after being dragged back? I've thought about this unnecessary question. Yes, there is no need to worry.
It is common that there are always one or two ants with thick heads walking in the front, walking and looking back at their own teams from time to time, as if there were one or two military orders: "Comrades, hurry up, we must arrive before the thunderstorm." I believe those teams heard it. They delay, delay, delay, delay, delay, delay. It belongs to this family, leaving nothing behind.
No matter how urgent the time is, how far the road ahead is, and how difficult it is to carry, these little ants can panic without chaos in a hurry, and work without retreating in a far-reaching situation. Unremitting and slow, not falling behind, not lazy, not chaotic, not pushing and pulling, not shouting, they always follow the principle of a straight line. If anyone breaks their way, it will be chaotic in a moment and tidy in a moment. This is a huge team. Individuals are like sesame seeds in a long queue, with no end in sight, and I don't know how far it will take to get home. Moving is a common occurrence for these little ants. At any time, there will be a thunderstorm, or the sky will suddenly fall and the home will be destroyed. These little ants will rebuild their homes. It can be seen how difficult and long it is to keep moving and build a home. Therefore, these little ants cherish their homes very much. If they have anything delicious, they never enjoy it alone. They always call their team and drag them back to share this delicious meal. Although it is a difficult process to drag food into the house. Let all external natural disasters can't tear them away, no matter how hard it is, we should drag the delicious food home to share, because they have the same direction-home. Home is the purpose of ants' life.
Home is the complex of China people, and China people have always been homesick. This should be an ant in China.
esculent swift's nest
Swallows build nests. I saw that the swallows that can build nests are also swallows flying back from the south of China. As soon as spring comes, swallows will come back full of spring breeze. The first thing to do when flying back is to make a solid nest for yourself. Then carefully cut out this beautiful cloth in spring. When I was very young, I observed the whole process of swallows nesting on the roof beam of my house. Swallows rarely fly alone, but always fly in and out in pairs. The swallows in Fly with Me are probably Yan's parents. They first take straw and dry branches one by one, find a fulcrum from the beams and columns that can stand up, and twist and interweave them to make them firm and strong, so that they will not fall down. Then they borrow soil bit by bit and paste them layer by layer to make them airtight, smooth, uniform, comfortable and beautiful, and then take the soft fluff back to the nest as a quilt. The whole nesting process is so busy day by day, bit by bit accumulation, decoration, and you're done. Is a comfortable and warm home, you can put your mind and support your life. Not long after, a little life-their lovely baby was born in this warm home. The birth of the baby added a bit of excitement and fun to this family, and Yan's parents went home more often. Feed the retrieved worms into the baby's mouth again and again. The baby sleeping in the hotbed just sticks out his head and squints to catch the food fed to his mouth. Yan's parents ran back and forth like this, never tired of it, and they never forgot the way home. Swallows carefully build nests and lay a good foundation for a happy home. They run back and forth and don't forget to go home to maintain their homes.
leaf
Just say one word in your life. Although the words are full. Such as spring and summer.
Every leaf is a beautiful word. The water sample is soft, rich and pure. Hope grows wildly and extends upward. It can enrich thin branches and fill the whole forest.
I just didn't say. It makes the flower speak, the fruit speak and the bird speak. ...
I dare not hug the earth until my face is red: how much I love you!
I only like to wear clothes of one color all my life. Military color. Standing like a clock and walking like the wind is the demeanor of a soldier. When the storm comes, I would rather lose myself than change the true colors of a soldier. Once this true color is injected into life, one keeps the oath of life. Birds and flowers like this color, and so do colorful cities.
When one day it finds that it is not wearing its own clothes, it will make the original oath with its life. Die for rebirth.
Leave only one home in your life. Spring fills the garden. It's like shouting out the green of love together overnight. Then each has its own appearance, leaning back, sideways, backwards, upright and self-effacing, and no one will crowd out anyone. Then they shouted at the same time: umbrella, heart and circle. When the storm came, they shouted together: one, two, three ... one hand, two hands, three hands, and Qian Qian's 10,000 hands, hand in hand, stretched out together. Take it.
Leaves, green leaves. Life is one, and death is one. In this life, the most painful word is root!
green bristlegrass
Life bears the names of hometown and childhood. Swaying in the local flavor.
Many years later, I still hear it calling my birth name and telling the story of an old man in a rural corner.
The pastoral wind wakes up and nurtures the countryside. It just looks like the tail of a country dog. Just like a person can't change his nationality all his life.
What an emotional tail! Shake it gently, say hello to the kind old woman next door, shake it again, coquetry affectionately, shake it, and lead the children in the country to catch the fruit.
Large tracts of green bristlegrass in the country, so many emotional dog tails!
Hiding in the wilderness, the humble life has no flowers and no autumn fruits. It sticks out a big head more than other grasses, just to win the name of a dog's tail!
An unexpected autumn frost in late autumn has the same fate as other weeds. I lost my mind all night.
The dogs in the village are still barking and will only bow to the earth.