Passage reading

Love led me to sit by the window, and a ray of indifference, a trace of fragrance and a scattered thought came to my mind. Whenever night falls, listening to the insects outside the window is like a distant dream, a girl with sadness.

At the beginning, I walked into the city with his thoughts. The prosperity of the city is like clouds in the past, which can't attract her attention. The thin boy in my memory, walking under a cloud, is stubborn and frivolous, drifting away in a deep and shallow time. Where is the man who once told her that she must? Without him, the city is cold. All vows can't resist a joke of fate. His indifference withered the blooming heart.

I thought I would go through my life alone, not trusting anyone and not relying on anyone. Fate thinks she is humorous and has too many ideas, which is beyond her choice. Some people, destined to be passers-by in her life, come and go in a hurry, while others, destined to be passers-by in her life, last forever. When the clock strikes midnight, all is silent, the curtain falls and a section begins.

A boy with a bright smile like sunshine, a white T-shirt, a pair of blue jeans and a pair of white sports shoes. Brown broken hair, high nose, rising corners of the mouth, shallow smile in eyes, standing in the shade, fresh and simple, as clear and transparent as water. He looked at her, wearing a white skirt, hair scattered at will, white face, slender figure, at first glance in the crowd, he could never leave the line of sight. He is near, she is far away, he pays, she doesn't care, he is heartbroken and she is indifferent. Facing her cold eyes, harsh words, wandering on the road, he hesitated, but he had met, unforgettable, how to erase it? Now that her figure has taken root, how can she deceive herself? She is helpless, he silently accompanies her, she is indifferent, he still gives warmth, she is unreasonable, and he still has no reason to tolerate. Closed heart, because of him, love at first sight, maybe a second, a love, but it is a lifetime thing.

They met hand in hand, strolled around the campus, and cherry blossoms fell and embraced each other. In the early spring afternoon, he sent me milk tea, which was smooth and tilted at a 45-degree angle. Looking at those deep and warm eyes, there was a trace of happiness in his mouth. In the stormy summer, he held an umbrella and held her tightly in one hand. She leaned on the innocent girl. He was half wet. She touched his wet skirt. She frowned and looked at him with an umbrella sideways, but he smiled and shook his head, still the same. In the rain, an umbrella, two people drifting away. Cool late autumn, warm sunshine, red maple leaves everywhere, autumn wind blowing, blowing wrinkled a pool of water. Two people, back to back, sitting on a bench, with their eyes closed, enjoying the greeting of the wind. Cold winter, whistling north wind, sparsely populated streets, he naturally put her hand in his pocket, her reddish face, he smiled proudly. This is their happiness, and this love has been repeated for four seasons.

She was so happy that she couldn't believe it. She thought that love would never appear in her life again. Betrayed and desperate, what can she expect? She is like a soulless puppet, empty and cold. He, a meter of sunshine, warmed her heart. He is the lamp that guides her to finish the unfinished road.

Originally in a daze in class, she despised the exam, she was a loner, and she gave up her dream. Because of his existence, she took notes carefully, studied every exam carefully, learned to communicate with her classmates, picked up the brush again, drew their dribs and drabs, and was full of pursuit for life again.

One flower, one world, one leaf, one pursuit, one song and one sigh, all my life just for him. In order to be able to stand beside him, she has been striving for it. Usually, there are always their figures in the silent library. On weekends, they devote themselves to voluntary public welfare. In the evening, he kindly sent her back to the dormitory. Time flies at your fingertips, every day is so full, and life goes on. They still have a long way to go. With him here and his guidance, what is she afraid of?

Sitting by the window, the girl with bitterness has a warm smile at the moment.

On the dream tower, under the moon, his eyes are still the same, brushing away the snowflakes on his clothes, holding her hand and watching side by side, the world is boundless.

That hand always has two hands around his throat. As long as he does something wrong, both hands will exert their strength. He blushed, and his hot breath blurred his eyes. Asphyxiation came upon him like a flood.

Due to breathing difficulties, slightly narrowed eyes flashed a point of vigilance, but fear accounted for seven points.

Those hands seemed to be living in an illusion, and after a burst of empty smoke, they entered the normal track.

Those hands were pale and obviously didn't see much strength. But this is not the case.

His forehead was wet with cold sweat, and many broken hairs stuck together. He threw cold water on his face to clear his mind and calm his fears.

Later, he lit a cigarette. Looking at my own mess in the mirror, I took a deep breath of cigarettes. The ups and downs of the chest began to be gentle, and the thick smoke spit out from his purplish lips, drawing a beautiful line.

He stroked his neck and vaguely saw a purple mark in the mirror.

He pursed his lips and considered whether to tell the secret he overheard. He was just an ordinary employee of the company and overheard these things. ...

His face was haggard, his brow locked and his expression ferocious. The mark on the neck is more enchanting.

He can't get involved in this business struggle for his future. But will those hands let him go? Everywhere, it is impossible to predict when it will stick to his neck with cold body temperature. Then, in his trembling efforts, ...

The burning cigarette in two fingers turned into a curl, as if giving time to think. When it rings, the tobacco burns to the end. The burning pain made him throw away the remaining cigarettes.

Time is running out, but he still hesitates. His hand is reflected in his black pupil again, and it comes.

Cherish, you know, the love between men and women wants to last forever? Actually, you know the way. Can husband and wife grow old together? Actually, you know the way. In the final analysis, the key is whether we want to do it or not. Cherish the people around you and cherish the happiness in front of you. Personally, I think here: "True love is getting better and better, while malicious love is getting worse." Understand that it is long; If you don't understand, you will be short.

Love is actually complicated and changeable. It is also difficult for men and women in the world to grasp a degree. How can we make a sincere relationship last forever? Depending on their own merits, there is no right answer to draw a conclusion. Although every couple has gone through different paths of love, the center around them is the same-understanding and cherishing!

I am a so-called little writer wandering in the online world, and I feel a little ashamed of how to analyze and cherish myself when I get divorced. But today's ignorance is not unpleasant, because the baptism of history has tempered the experience of true love, so I will give my own opinion.

When I was young, I also felt the same phenomenon as ordinary people in the world, because I didn't know how to cherish it and had the pain of leaving. The kind of love lost in the search for misty rain and red dust has experienced repeated feelings and bravely climbed ashore in the river of blood and tears.

However, this did not defeat my persistence and pursuit of true love, but appeared in front of desperate love, making people feel tough; Facing the darkness and coldness of life, it makes people mature. At the same time, with the gentle infiltration of body and mind, cooking words fills the life that makes up for the lack of love.

Under the pickling of empty feelings, enjoy the leisure of snow with a silver bowl full of longing for beautiful love words. Therefore, it is precisely because I don't understand the reason that I am in a small turning distance, which makes my love life vicissitudes and desolate … No one can feel and understand the silent pale days in my heart …

In fact, emotional relationships don't need any promises, deadlines or conditions. It only needs two people, one can trust and the other is willing to understand. The warm, harmonious and long-term love life of two people is like a poem. When you read it, you will understand it thoroughly, and you will continue to read it with relish, with the interest of reviewing the past and learning new things.

The other half of love is your bosom friend. It is the clearest to know whether you understand yourself or not. Even a small look, a subtle movement and telepathy can understand each other's intentions.

In the face of the other half, you should say, "There is no limit to your bosom friend, but no limit to your feelings. Treat love with righteousness and treat love with courtesy. Only the beloved company, so the feelings are reluctant. Only by cherishing the importance of love will it last forever. " Only in this way can we know how to cherish.

The right girl came like a flood, filled with emotion. Shallow edges disappear like the wind, like smoke and fog. If a rare true love is in front of you, you know how to manage and cherish the hard-won fate, then you will be recruited to a job in a happy day in the future; On the contrary, you know. ...

The snow in the former residence quietly looked up. Inadvertently, the snow once again covered the gray sky in winter with a stretching posture. I can't remember, this is how many times I have watched the snow fall this winter. I only feel that the snow in my former residence, with her unique graceful dance steps, slowly falls on this silent land, quietly. ...

A magnificent cock crow in the distance before dawn woke me up from my dream. Fingertips gently lifted a corner of the curtain and found a little snowflake rustling in the air, which moved me for a while.

I sat lazily by the window, surrounded by stoves, looking at the snow outside the window. The snow is getting thicker and denser. In early spring and March, it fluttered like catkins, and the blue-gray eaves stayed on Wafi and soon turned white.

Some people say that the snow in my hometown is beautiful, warm and delicate, unlike other fine products. I just want to say that there are probably a lot of local feelings in it, right? How can the snow in my hometown not be beautiful? It suddenly occurred to me that there was the first snow in Dingxi this winter, and everyone was sitting in front of the window, very happy. So, I ran to the playground with an indescribable impulse, and the fine snowflakes hit my face, making me tremble with pain. At that time, I also missed my hometown folks and lovely snow.

The heavy snow lasted for several days. When I was carrying a heavy book between the classroom and the dormitory, I saw everyone chasing and playing in the snow, lying on the white quilt, letting the white snowflakes kiss the tender face, which was very lively. A snowball flew from nowhere and poured into my neck. It was so cold that I turned around and smiled, only to find that happiness could be so simple.

It was a long time before I recovered from my memory and looked up to see the floating snowflakes over the yard. My only comment on the snow in my hometown is silence. She seems very quiet. I have to know how to enjoy it alone. I leaned out of the window and grabbed a piece. Without waiting for me to look at the six-petal elf carefully, the snowflake disappeared as soon as my palm was cold. I think she must have become cold and eroded my tired heart.

It has been snowing all day, and the sky is getting dark. The distant mountains hide their outlines in the night, all white; Several nearby star lights dotted the night sky, looming. I walked out of the door, surrounded by ice and snow, and my feet stepped on the snow, making a slight creaking sound. I don't know whose dog broke the silence of this cold night with a harsh bark. I can't help but gasp and spit out white fog.

The flowers and plants in the garden have been covered with snow, and the peach trees have been covered with plain winter clothes. I approached and brushed away the ice and snow on the branches. Suddenly, I found some buds dotted on the branches, faintly glowing with new green colors. I was very happy. I remember writing in a poem: "The green bud that once sprouted is hope. Now, the snow is falling and everything is buried. " In fact, it seems that everything under the snow is not dead, it is just a long dormant period, gestating and waiting for the glory of the next season with a silent attitude!

I walked into the room and closed the door quietly. I saw the red charcoal fire dancing in the furnace, spewing hope and dispelling my cold. Go straight to the table and sit down, turn on the lamp and write on the page:

"The former residence is quiet."

Postscript: the snow in the former residence is quiet, and there are many restless hopes lurking under this surface calm, which are intended to be blown away.

Tiger fish has always thought that it is difficult to raise fish, and it needs a big fish tank, oxygen pump, heating device, frequent water change and moderate water temperature …

So when the girl bought a small fish tank, a dozen red and a gray tiger fish and raised them confidently, I knew that the good times would not last long. Indeed, as time goes on, there are fewer and fewer fish. Because I don't like fish, and I seldom care. I only know that the girl has bought fish several times, and every time there are more than a dozen red fish. In this way, in a small fish tank, there are fewer and fewer fish, and it seems that she bought a red sword or something in the middle.

Every time my wife and girl go out for a holiday, when they leave, the girl repeatedly tells me to keep the fish well and draws up a fish farming agreement for me to see. There is a compensation clause for ten fish when one fish dies. I was very nervous when I saw this big event.

After the mother and daughter left, I looked at the clear water in the bright fish tank, and the little ones swam freely, ignoring the sad faces standing outside and my sadness. Take out the recipe left by the girl, read it carefully over and over again, and feed it regularly and quantitatively according to the prescription. Fortunately, the girl came back in three or two days, and every time the fish was safe and sound, my work went smoothly. Dad does things, girl. Don't worry.

Time flies, flying for more than 700 days.

This summer vacation, my wife and girl traveled to Yunnan for ten days. I think this time is different from the past, and it takes a long time, but for the first time, I have never seen a girl explain the matter of raising fish, and there is no agreement. Stepping in front of the fish tank, I saw, hey hey, the water in the tank is green, floating on the water, hanging a little bit, there is a kind of water grass or flower with roots in the water (I can't name it), and a gray tiger fish swims around happily.

It seems that the girl is not going to raise him, and I am happy to be at leisure, taking the attitude of not feeding him, changing water and asking him. Hum, ten days without food, in a state of guerrilla warfare and hunger. Besides, he almost.

Twenty days after my wife and my little girl came back from a trip, my little girl started school.

Last week, I finally picked up a rag and did the last thing I wanted to do without being bullied by my wife.

The girls' room is too messy. There are all kinds of flowers and leaves falling from flowerpots on the windowsill, messy books, peaches and apples that have not been thrown away after eating, and waste paper everywhere. Put it away and start wiping. Wow, the small fish tank is still there, and the water is still so dirty. A gray tiger fish swims leisurely in the water. It's the same fish, still alive and kicking, swimming around in the mud. I thought he was dead, but he is still alive and well.

For an instant, I was shocked and moved. This is the first batch of customers who stayed in my home. His companion disappeared two years ago, but only this elf lives happily. He was covered in mud, didn't eat for ten days, and was abandoned by his master. However, in the fleeting time, he performed the wonderful and unyielding life, blossomed dazzling brilliance and sang the hymn of life.

If there is love in your heart, you must write an immortal legend. This is the only fish that is not red. His gray is not as bright and dazzling as red. It is a piece of plaster in red, but it will dance forever. Let people pay tribute and cheer for his tenacity in life!

What kind of fish is this? It never gives up, giving people hope, confidence, self-esteem and self-confidence!

He made me understand: the appearance may not be beautiful, but life may not be wonderful. As long as there is water, I will swim wonderfully and drive beautifully. As long as I insist, one day I will touch the sky, touch the ground and touch you …

Is it difficult to raise fish? Do you still need "big fish tank, oxygen pump, heating device, frequent water change and moderate water temperature"?

It seems right, but it seems wrong …

The yard with a deep memory is my childhood paradise and a pure land in my memory.

Childhood yard has endless fun. There are all kinds of trees around the yard. My grandmother said it was all planted by my great-grandfather. What was my great-grandfather like? So fond of trees. I also like trees, especially towering old trees. The thickest old tree in the yard is a pear tree full of flowers. When I was a child, I used to climb up and down. Although the branches of pear trees are fragile, I know how thick the trunk is to bear my weight and always come and go freely.

There is also a kind of tree, which is called Wengguoshu by the old people. It is a very rare tree species with the thickness of a big bowl. Its leaves are like those of Sophora japonica, but thicker and harder than those of Sophora japonica. The leaves are serrated and the flowers are like Sophora japonica. There are many fruits, as big as walnuts, and nuts are like pistachios. Nuts are also covered with a layer of skin, which is real nuts, like snail shells, delicious. This is also the tree I often climb. Adults hang watering cans on branches, and after a long time, Pulsatilla lives in them. Often go to see if there are any eggs and how big the bird is, sometimes it will scare the big bird.

There are many tree species in the front yard and backyard, including Anli pear tree, peach tree, plum tree, Toona sinensis tree, elm tree, clove tree, dried plum tree and so on. Peach and plum trees have more beautiful flowers and fruits. As the old saying goes, "peaches are full, apricots are hurt, and plum trees are dead." That's our courtyard, which is full of flowers and fruits. Whenever peaches are ripe, I know which tree has delicious fruit. I will smile and give the ripe fruit to grandma. My grandmother has no teeth. I'm happy that she spilled juice on the floor. Grandma always tolerates my bad temper. The family also took a broom to the edge of the peach tree, while picking peaches and sweeping off the peach hair, while enjoying the delicious peaches.

Elm and lilac trees are the first to know that spring is coming, and always put out buds early. Elm is the tallest tree. When I was very young, I always hoped that the elm would grow thick and big so that my father could film it and eat it. Lilac tree and plum tree put their hands in front of the backyard respectively. They are always face to face. One tree is full of green, but the other tree is full of flowers. Naughty children who like flowers in the village always steal flowers outside the wall, but my heart hurts like hell. Grandma also likes to fold it into a bottle and put it on the cupboard. There are flowers in the yard, flowers in grandma's bottle, and flowers in the house, but grandma has to get close and smell them again. I like these trees. They cover the sky, keep up day and night, endure the wind, frost, rain and snow, and witness the changes of time.

There are not only flowers and trees in the yard, but also my vegetable fields and my mother's vegetable fields. My mother takes care of everything. My brother and sister help my mother, and my father goes out to do carpentry. Potato fields, radish fields, cabbage fields, rows of bean seedling racks and cucumber racks are all beautiful in the eyes of our children.

All vegetables are farmyard manure, and pollution-free organic vegetables are irrigated with their own well water. Among the potato seedlings, there are small light blue potato flowers with white flowers, which are very beautiful. Attracted many bees and butterflies, the vegetable field suddenly became lively. I prefer bees. Although butterflies are beautiful, they appear in vegetable fields, which means that vegetables will grow worms.

When potatoes come out, there will always be surprises, as long as you go on. Be careful not to scratch them, so you won't feel tired. Fresh potatoes are steamed in drawers, dipped in garlic salt water and eaten with white sand in their mouths. It is really a pleasure on the tip of the tongue. When the beans are ripe, when you take the basket and drill into the bean seedling rack to pick the beans, your arms and hands will be scratched, and the vegetables you grow will be very fulfilling. Then pick an old and tender cucumber from the cucumber seedling rack, and it tastes fragrant. These fresh vegetables, together with grandma's excellent dishes, are the flavor of childhood and last forever.

As Wang Xizhi said, "I'm happy about it. It's a thing of the past before pitching, so I still have to be happy about it." When can my children eat those sweet and delicious fruits and vegetables without scruple?

Time flies, I still remember that spring is blooming.

Ji Xue's first rainbow scattered the past like neon and took a nap in the country. The past disappeared like a dream. Cangshan is covered with snow, and cypress trees shake off their branches. It has a long history, like a line, winding and hovering above the snow peak.

The bright but romantic hilltop still has a spring breeze in the cold of the year. Clusters of ice flowers, green leaves and buds emerge from the ice, making the world independent and proudly blooming with bright and exquisite brilliance. That warm smile, like sincere greetings from afar, instantly melted the loneliness of the soul.

Season, after the precipitation of ice and snow, presents a deep and quiet beauty, which radiates from the inside out, clear and refreshing. My heart, at this moment, is slowly fading into the pure and carefree dust. Between pitching, the current is quieter, the sky is higher and the clouds are more leisurely.

Inadvertently, the clouds are warm and the mountains are far away. The mist is like gauze, and the charm permeates the neck of birch forest. The grass in the countryside is in bud, the willows are in full bloom, the wind is sweeping the hair tips, and the heart is slowly jointing on the soft black land.

Suddenly, a bed of shepherd's purse was dressed in bright green and delivered in early spring and February. Fine-feathered leaves, puffing green, dewdrops shining on the veins, blushing in the morning, lovely.

When the new warbler pecked at the beginning of the spring dream, her fingertips were faintly green, and a breeze cleared the window. Perceive that spring is warm, the ceremony is bright blue, the endless emerald color dreams, and the spring breeze touches the place, which makes people miss each other.

Spring and beauty meet you, and carnival is a beautiful sustenance. When meeting turns into goodbye, wandering feelings are always unforgettable; When memories are picturesque and become distant thoughts, warmth is like a spring breeze, and I will miss you sincerely.

Gently, so tender feelings brushed the smell of grass, making people's hearts flutter.

Time flies, and all the longings are still remembered.