Heart like osmanthus
"Dim light, luteal, soft, feeling sparse trace far, only fragrant stay. Why light blue and deep red? It's the first-class flower. " These are the words in Li Qingzhao's Ode to osmanthus. In Li Qingzhao's opinion, Osmanthus fragrans are dark and yellow, gentle and indifferent, far more praiseworthy than those red and purple flowers.
But in today's society, there are still a few people like osmanthus. Earning money is the most important thing in their hearts. They are working hard every day, blurring their vision in the interweaving of sweat and tears, forgetting that there is a wife with a dry heart at home waiting for his emotional nourishment. When fame and wealth are both reaped, the husband and wife are separated. Cultivating children is the most important thing in their hearts, for the sake of children, trusting relationship, looking for the back door, entering a first-class good school, and serving the children When children grow up, they become high marks and incompetent children who can't even tie their shoelaces. What's more, they force their children to fight each other, which leads to family tragedy.
Why? Everyone is busy with what they think is the most important thing, but they can't enjoy the fun of life. Instead, they have to swallow the bitter fruit? In my opinion, there are two reasons. One is the impetuousness of the soul, "if it is not tranquil, it is impossible to be far away, if it is not indifferent, it is impossible to have a clear mind." Can impetuous people where willing to quiet indifferent, slow down the pace of fame and fortune, in the heart of planting osmanthus chrysanthemum. Entangled all day, so right and wrong, entangled in gratitude and resentment, impetuous let him forget self-cultivation. The second is the lack of noble belief. When Marxism Leninism spread to China, people believed in Marxism Leninism and devoted themselves to the reform of old China; when Mao Zedong thought was popular in Shenzhou, people believed in Mao Zedong Thought and believed that the world was for the public, and they believed in good faith and good neighbourliness without seeking personal interests. But nowadays, people only believe in money. They don't measure a person's value by the level of education and morality. More money is handsome, less money is ugly. Money is supreme in the whole society.
We can't change others, but we can change ourselves, we can't change the environment, but we can change ourselves. In a society where money worship is rampant, we might as well calm down and hold a bunch of sweet scented osmanthus to let the fragrance of sweet scented osmanthus permeate our hearts. We are indifferent to fame and wealth in the faint fragrance of sweet scented osmanthus. We can enjoy family happiness in a relaxed state of mind. We can love our wife and let her feel the warmth of life. We can also care about our children and let him know the truth of life. Through the communication with family members, let the whole family understand that there are more important things in the world than money, and more valuable things than fame and fortune. They are not concerned about poverty or wealth. To be indifferent is to be adaptive. Einstein was indifferent and never paid attention to money in his life; Yuan Longping was indifferent and lived the same life as ordinary peasants. Why can't we be indifferent? Perhaps because of indifference, you and your wife will never leave; because of indifference, you will not force your children; because of indifference, life will be wonderful.
Heart like sweet scented osmanthus, you can understand what is the most important; heart like sweet scented osmanthus, you can live a high-grade life; heart like sweet scented osmanthus, you can be full of spring, heaven heart full moon.
2. Sweet scented osmanthus
It's August with a light fragrance of osmanthus. The fragrant osmanthus brings me back to the mountain where I live.
Deep mountains, deep and broad, lovingly contain everything in the mountains - Naughty birds, arrogant wild flowers, cheerful streams, hard-working people and ignorant me. The elegant fragrance of flowers endows the mountain with spirit, and the deep mountain is happy, casting everything in the mountain and ignorant me.
My father, who lives in the mountains, let me rely on him just like the mountains. When he climbed up his father's mountain again, his father said, "you should go out of the mountain. If you want to go out of the mountain, you must also go out of the mountain." Little I was deeply attracted by the language of this mountain, seemed to see my future, aware of my burden. My father like a mountain became my guide and guided me in the direction of my struggle.
Dashan gave me character. My father became my guide. Slowly, I learned to be independent. Every day of my life, I remember Dashan, my father.
The road of life is tortuous and long, and I don't know how many falls I have had on this difficult road, and I want to give up countless times, while Dashan and my father appear in my mind countless times. Junior high school life is short and long. Examination after examination made me thrilling, staring at the red fork on the test paper, helplessly counting the ranking on the report card, how much I lost. At this time, my father appeared in hazy tears, with an encouraging smile on his face, touching my head with his hand. "Go, boy, out of the mountain, go!" Passionate and powerful words reverberated in my ears, knocked me out of my dream, made me wake up and understood my goal: rush! Out of the mountain! From then on, I got rid of the shadow of failure in the exam, turned depression into motivation, and devoted myself to my study. Finally, my kung fu is up to the people who want to do it. Another stage of the test is over. I have achieved the top five results. My heart is full of joy and excitement. What's more, I am grateful to my father.
It's also a season of golden osmanthus in full bloom. The fragrance of Osmanthus fragrans spreads to every corner of the mountain, but my father is ill. Looking at my bony, tortured father, I was paralyzed again. The father endured the pain of the illness and was very sick
Re beat me on the shoulder: "rush, kid, rush out of the mountain!" Still so sonorous and powerful. Tears gushed out of my eyes again, looking at my father's smile again, the faith returned to my soul: rush, rush out of the mountain! From then on, I cheered up again, with the faith in my heart, resolutely stood in front of the table, in front of the platform, on the stage, like a happy angel, happily enjoying the flowers and applause I won. Little I have grown up.
The splendid osmanthus is in full bloom, and the elegant fragrance is scattered in every corner of the mountain. I have been standing on the starting line of rushing out of the mountain, I will fight, I will struggle, I will rush out of the mountain to meet the dawn of victory!
Will osmanthus fragrance next year
We get married in the season of sweet scented osmanthus.
It was a warm and smiling season.
When I first met her, I had an inexplicable sense of intimacy. I guess maybe in the previous life, maybe in the previous life we met, not just by chance, but at first sight. If I were a bird, she would be a big tree. Because only trees know that birds yearn for freedom; if I am a butterfly, then she is a flower, because only flowers know that butterflies pursue color.
Sitting under that sweet scented osmanthus tree, each pouring out his own thoughts. We laugh together, we hesitate and grieve together, we talk and laugh together about the past, and we discuss the future together.
I said I like plum blossom, because it is strong and unyielding.
She said she also likes plum blossom because it blooms in the cold.
I said I like stone because of its simplicity.
She said she also liked stone because of its reality.
I said I like white because of its purity.
She said she also liked white because it was flawless.
I said I want to be a teacher, because it's supreme.
She said she wanted to be a doctor because it was not yet available.
We have happiness together, we bear pain together, we encourage each other, we are a pair of best friends.
But we also leave in the season of sweet scented osmanthus.
That day, we sat under the osmanthus tree and chatted as usual.
Suddenly, a classmate asked me to go to the office.
Came to the teacher, the teacher will show me her homework, and then asked me if her homework is copied. When the teacher asked me this question, I was really in a dilemma. Yesterday, I saw her copy other people's homework. I hesitated for a while, but I thought that friendship should be honest, so I explained it to the teacher.
When I walked out of the office, I felt very insecure. After a while, the teacher sent her classmates to call her away.
After a long time, she finally walked out of the office. I hastened to meet up, but she looked at me with a kind of frightening eyes, only coldly left a sentence: "we break up!" Then he left without turning back. From her eyes, I saw a kind of anger, a kind of hatred.
I think our friendship is like broken glass.
When I walk alone in the school corridor, looking at the straight and slender corridor, it seems that there is no end, in front of a white fog, confusing. Did I really do it wrong? Not at all! There's just silence, terrible silence.
In the days to come, she still looks like that, but I firmly believe that the past will pass and the memorable will stay.
In August, the sweet scented osmanthus fragrance is refreshing. When I go to the tall sweet scented osmanthus tree, I feel painful when I think about the scene of chatting here before.
In August next year, will osmanthus still smell sweet
Sweet scented osmanthus
When the autumn wind with a faint fragrance, open the side nostalgia of the heat. Even on the road, I have to roll up some melancholy in my heart. Just because of the season of rustling, it has a sentimental atmosphere. But the sadness of autumn always has an unspeakable taste.
The cool autumn is mild but unforgettable. It always seeps into your body when you don't know what to do. When you are shocked, it has already fallen into its layers of packages, and it is hard to escape. Just like the net of time, when a child's eyes look at the romantic and snowy moon, she has been quietly bound into it. In a twinkling of an eye, she becomes a new landscape with the romantic and snowy moon.
In the atrium, white trees inhabit crows, cold dew is silent, osmanthus is wet.
The autumn with curling moisture can never leave the rain. Just like those who like to listen to the rain, they always like to listen to the tick of autumn. It doesn't matter whether it's banana or bamboo leaf outside the paper window. What matters is endless memories and thoughts. Bashan night rain, worry or joy, it is no reason to move. But when the thoughts gradually subsided, we watched those thoughts slowly disappear between breathing, the mind is still hazy, but everything has been like water, calm. Because the autumn rain hides too much of the past, our waves are still too small to stand in front of the joys and sorrows of history.
Whenever autumn weaves the sky into the campus, you can always see some different figures from the North window. Do not want to take an umbrella, just willing to face the purity of the sky with calm, with a sense of leisure and the sky. Looking at the thin rain like the ice, my heart is filled with something light but gentle, and I can no longer touch the sadness. I remember a time when I was bewitched by the color of the sky and suddenly fell on the lawn, which made many students nervous and ran over to ask me if I hurt. These innocent memories are also woven by autumn rain year after year.
Only autumn rain and autumn know whether it's "melancholy" or "victory in spring".
If there is rain in autumn, there is often more poetic feeling, except for one day. That is the Mid Autumn Festival. The full moon, which makes people happy, must not be blocked by dark clouds. I can't count how many stories and legends there are, and I can't remember the poems and verses in them. Those figures give their souls to the moon, and they are also known for the moon. A round bright moon, reflected far more than Suzhou Yangzhou misty rain in the drift, I do not know who is whose bosom friend?
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