August: Read the letter in the courtyard where you don't forget the grass

Read the letter in the courtyard where you don't forget the grass in August

Text/Fragrant Book Roll

"In the courtyard where you don't forget the grass, move out of the chair and sit down and read the letter." In the last summer, wake up at five in the morning. A sense of ritual reading poetry is embedded in every wake -up morning. This is a monologue written behind the poem, and I hit my pale thoughts. I sat in the morning wind and sorted out the rolling words in my mind, and recorded it in the form of text. Sometimes, our soul will talk to the world in a certain mood.

The city is like a huge warehouse, full of rich and gorgeous substances. Different colors of goods on the supermarket cargo rack, one -order fast food, piles of food open their mouths and shouted, all the items are like a static or moving ice floating.

It is not to say that the abundance of material is a bad thing. I am worried about how to have the mood of "moving out of the chair in the courtyard where the grass is not avoided in the courtyard where the grass is not forgotten". We sat under the lights of a restaurant, and the exquisite dinner was tuned and delicious by the chef. Suddenly silent, silent and serious in various voices.

"It's a few days after a few days, and the time is too fast." "I feel fast when the days are good, but I ca n’t leave deep memories." The dialogue stopped here, and I looked at the last summer to fall into thought. When I slipped over the past day, I always felt that I was filled with it. I wanted to hold something but looked empty.

It seems like the summer wind is coming, and the autumn wind is up again. Things in my heart were blown up and down. For a long time, I have n’t mentioned a handwriting letter. I have n’t said to others for a long time, “I’ m a long time, I wish you Xia An ”. I miss summer in the summer. August 8th is the beginning of this year. Can this summer be okay? I wrote a letter to this summer that at the end of the letter, the money was passing by summer.

The mind is getting more and more tired, and the senses of natural life are gradually decreasing. I am used to the gaps in the city, the line is full of lines, and there is no chance of breathing by the soul by different things.

It is used to be fed by exquisite food, and even forgot the taste of the food itself. It is used to walking on the cement floor, and the breath of the soil disappears in daily chores. How can we leave a self -retained place for our hearts in the busyness, letting the sun and the moon be like a shuttle, and to maintain its simple and true side.

The original wall wants to find a calligraphy and painting to express it. The word Bao Pu comes from "Lao Tzu", "Seeing Su Baopu, less selfishness, and learning without worry." Sun Moon Haokong, the stars moved, we are constantly changing. If you can keep a simple and romantic mind all the way along the way, you don't need to express it with too much words, and there is preciousness in silence.

On the pale mind, the scenery of the wilderness and the romance of the daily romance cannot be seen. The complicated and dense life jungle was squeezed in a variety of hearts, and I kept exploring the fertile soil of my soul.

Even if the rich heart can sit alone in the mountains, it can make the clear far away, and any external things cannot affect the composition of the world. Create an artistic conception of the soul and sublimate your heart. It is dissolved with the external life and does not exclude the state at this moment. Finding suitable elements in it to construct a unique situation in its own heart, place the mind and nourish life.

Read the phrase "In the courtyard where you don't forget the grass, move out of the chair and sit down and read the letter." We can draw a power of stable emotions from it. At the time of August, I was sitting in the cold wind in the early morning. The heart was so quiet, as if hearing the sound of the unforgettable grass in the courtyard. Life is indeed very fast, and this summer hasn't had time to write a letter.

Carefully search for things within the radius of life, neither up and nor a big drop. This reminds me of the sunset on the Han River in July, and it fell quietly on the water and was beautiful alone. The vines at the door of the house climbed up. The letter was from where, and I looked at a group of birds flying in the sky. South south and north of the north, each position has stories.

There are all kinds of news on the phone, and you sing and sing him. The hustle and bustle world is the most authentic destination. Wind wicked bar, each with his own heart. People in the world have the same hardships and suffering, none of them can excel, but the bitterness and pain are in different parts.

The city's day and night are non -stop. I went downstairs at 9 o'clock in the evening to pour garbage. I met a lady with sweat and two major pockets. She is a staff member who deliver it for customers in the supermarket.

The hair was simply behind her head, and her fat body looked a little strenuous, and her thick smile kept hanging on her face. "I haven't got off work so late?" It looked like a thirty -year -old, and the color on the face was reddish by the sun during the day, so that it was obvious at night.

There is still a distance from the gate of the community to the residents, so she took her two pockets with her hands and came all the way. I glanced at the bag in her hand, one bag containing two boxes of milk, and food such as rice noodles. It should be very difficult. From her heavy panting sound, she could hear the difficulty of holding heavy things, and she did not put down her goods on the elevator. "I attended the delivery after get off work, so I can get two payments."

The sweat at the end of July kept flowing on her face. With the light of the elevator, I found her beauty. Suddenly I felt that she was the woman who was sitting in the courtyard in the blooming grass. The letterhead in her hand is the encouragement and greetings sent by time. The romance of life lies in some subtle emotions, moved in a certain period of Qingning, and moved to her solid work. The word "Hao Pu" in Lao Tzu was written on her, and she was very vivid in work clothes. I don't know when I will always stay on these simple people and applaud and praise them in my heart. It is these invisible things that nourish my heart virtually, so that my heart is always transitioning and traising of tranquility.

The various people on the earth are on the edge of their own life. The city is like a huge warehouse, loading sunlight and lights. People who live carefully in it and some affectionate things were originally the birthplace of the soul, rich and lively.

I don't know if the grass is in full bloom, but I did see it in the courtyard. In front of the delicate food of the restaurant, we talk about July and August that is coming in the past.

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Article Original: Fragrant Book Roll

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Xiangxiang Books, published a collection of prose "Four Seasons on Earth" and "Endless". Please pay attention to the new prose collection "Sober Life" that is about to be published.

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