Huatian prose

In Huatian Prose 1, the wind holds the hand of the cloud, I hold your hand, and we walk into Huatian together.

Peony, rose, Phalaenopsis, tulip ... they all pose in the sun, and these lovely elves make us linger. I really want to take them all away and build them a small house and yard. I want to see them in the morning, they are hung with crystal dew; I want to see them at night, too. They danced in the moonlight.

At this point, we are just a flower watcher. You said we should be civilized flower lovers. We can only appreciate and admire, and we can also write poems for them in the wind.

A butterfly is coming, and another butterfly is coming. They fly from one flower to another. They are dazzled and don't know which one to love. I said butterfly, if you love peony, don't pursue roses. If you love Phalaenopsis, don't flirt with tulips. I carved advice on the wings of every butterfly, hoping it wasn't unpleasant.

We walked in the flower field. I'll open the oiled paper umbrella and ask you to take a picture for me. Do you think all women love beauty? I said I like these lovely little flowers. I want to take a picture with them. In the season of falling flowers, I can still stare at them affectionately.

This is a beautiful sea of flowers. Behind the flowers, there are a group of hard-working flower farmers who persist in spite of the wind and rain.

Time to go. We waved to huatian. We looked back at the window and looked back again. ...

Farewell, Peony.

Goodbye, tulip. ......

Goodbye, dear respectable florist.

Farewell, playboy butterfly

See you next spring.

We'll see Huatian again next spring.

In Huatian Prose 2, once, when I was young, I was born in school and grew up on campus. I am a little flower and grass on campus. At school, because I like singing and dancing, I have been a literary and art committee member in my class. At that time, although the academic performance was not very good, it was also among the best. At this time, the time is green, just like the leaves in midsummer, full of vitality, and even every thread is sunny, like the breeze and drizzle. Although occasionally willful, occasionally noisy, and occasionally sitting and drinking a midnight snack, I still looked at the time in my hand several times.

Who says happy people don't write? Actually, I've always liked words.

I didn't expect to go to school like a simple pupil at this age. Recall what it's like to be a student. Learning piano, computer and dance is becoming more and more a gift from heaven. My daughter said that I am a literary man, which is really good. The monitor of the electronic piano promotion class actually regarded me as a talent and wanted to get involved. Really talented people, appreciate each other.

Reading, writing, planting flowers and playing the piano, I already have an unspeakable little happiness in my heart. A little happiness makes life warmer and sweeter. Even if the years are indifferent, I don't panic, feel disappointed or disappointed. Women, if you have time, might as well pay more attention to these things. You will find that your life is getting more and more exquisite. Don't get involved in gossip when you have time. After a long time, your heart will be empty. Don't lose yourself because of trivial work and family. A wise woman keeps pace with the times and maintains an independent personality due to continuous progress. In this way, you won't lose your beauty because you are old, on the contrary, you will be more elegant.

Really, I can do what I want now. Indulge in your own little mood and enjoy the simple time of your student days. In the electronic piano class, I can be the teacher's right-hand man, which means a little voyeurism. Although I didn't play the piano very well, I couldn't help being recognized by the teacher. Tiny happiness is close at hand, and relaxed satisfaction is heaven. Some good things in life, whether in the past or now, are mostly trivial details that are easily overlooked. They are as light as water and shallow as the wind, and are rarely full of color. But in our half-acre heart, we have planted a piece of green, plain and cheerful, which is with life, gently wiping away our spiritual dust and softening our hearts.

As a middle-aged woman, housework seems normal, necessary and vulgar. In life, it seems that there are more valuable and meaningful things for you to do, which can change and enrich your mind for a long time. Time is very short, like a blink of an eye. A woman should learn to be reserved and innovative in the years, be willing to enjoy the reward when paying, and know how to love herself, instead of just paying to please.

I am willing to try to add some high-quality elements to the melting pot of time, because I hope to improve my quality of life in my old age-that is not to show others, but to make my life interesting and meaningful. When I leave this world, I can easily say: I really live well. I think life is wonderful!

After dusk in the yard, a breeze entered the room. The rhyme in the window is light and the book is elegant. Simple and dusty, noisy and flat. Like a taste, walking in the sunset, bloom feels faint, the wind blows gently, quietly telling the story of the years, telling the taste of life, telling some sadness, happy love and beauty that have settled in the soul, which is worth remembering and moving. A person, a window, an idea, a pair of quiet hands turning pages to write, love this qingning very much.

Some people say that when you get older, you will find life hard and social interaction complicated, but it is not difficult. There are three things that are most difficult in this world: being calm, romantic and not talking.

Fu Liang, the postman of Huatian Prose 3, sent a letter with the words "Chrysanthemum House Hotel" to Dongjie and found that there was only one wine cellar left. An old woman received a letter and invited him in for a drink.

Grandma took out an earthenware pot and said, "This is my family's precious chrysanthemum wine."

Fu Liang picked up the jar and felt unexpectedly light. Grandma spread out a handkerchief embroidered with lace and sang to the pot, "Come out, little man who makes chrysanthemum wine.". Come out, be a villain of chrysanthemum wine. "

A thin rope ladder came down from the spout to the edge of the handkerchief. A little man came out of the pot, wearing a big apron, black boots, white cotton gloves and a straw hat ... everything was exactly like a real person. A little girl and three children came out of the pot. The five dwarfs took A Man Called Autumn Flower seedlings out of their apron pockets and began to plant them. On the handkerchief, I saw a piece of green dry land growing. After a while, the chrysanthemum seedlings grew up and could see the small buds. Buds are blooming, and there are white chrysanthemums, Huang Ju and purple chrysanthemums ... Soon, handkerchiefs become colorful chrysanthemum fields. Five little people took off their hats and flowers. When the hats were full, they climbed the ladder and poured the flowers into the flowerpot.

"The elves of chrysanthemum wine always work in coarse clothes and live a happy life. If they want to wear beautiful clothes, they will lose the power to make wine and become ordinary villains. " Grandma said.

After all the chrysanthemums were picked, the five little people returned to the basin full of chrysanthemums in turn. Grandma leaned close to the handkerchief and breathed a sigh of relief. Xiao Ju Tian suddenly disappeared. Grandma picked up the pot and poured wine into the cup. Fu Liang liked this wine so much that he even drank five glasses.

Grandma read the letter and said, "My son has made a lot of money in other places, so let me help him take care of it. Please keep this pot for me. Little people can only make one pot of wine a day. There are two things you should remember: first, don't let anyone see the wine; Second, never make money with chrysanthemum wine. Otherwise it will bring you misfortune. "

Fu Liang likes chrysanthemum wine very much. Before long, he married emiko. One day, when Fu Liang was secretly making chrysanthemum wine, his wife found out. Jixiong turned pale with fear. Amy Ke smiled: "Instead of thinking about whether you will encounter bad luck, think about how to make friends with villains."

No matter how to communicate with little people, little people are doing their own things silently. Once, when Mieko was making wine, she accidentally dropped a perforated glass bead beside her mother. The next day, my mother put glass beads on her chest and worked harder than usual.

After several months, nothing bad happened to Fu Liang's family. Amico poured the wine into a glass bottle and gave it to an acquaintance. A few days later, people sent gifts and begged for chrysanthemum wine, and a restaurant owner had to pay a high price. Amico was moved. With money, he can buy a building and leave this one-room apartment. She sells wine to each other. Amy always gives glass beads to her mother as a gift, so that they can make chrysanthemum wine for money.

The restaurant owner hopes that Emico can sell him more wine. Emiko racked her brains and finally thought that if the handkerchief was doubled, young people could brew twice as much wine. She made the handkerchief bigger and bigger until it was replaced by a tablecloth on the floor. The tablecloth was too big, and the children began to sweat while working. Their legs trembled a little when they climbed the ladder.

Slowly, the couple felt that everything was taken for granted. They gave felt hats, boots, coats and other gifts to the young people one after another. Young people's work takes more time than before. When transplanting rice, my mother often falls down because she stepped on the skirt, and my father and children are afraid of getting their coats and pants dirty. ...

On this day, Fu Liang gave them another violin. The villain family is in high spirits. Father's little man took the violin to the edge of the tablecloth, floated to the straw mat on the ground and disappeared. The mother, the little man and three children also came out of the tablecloth and disappeared. The couple were shocked at once.

The villain never appeared again. Fu Liang found that the location of the original wine warehouse was built into the Chrysanthemum House Hotel. The money for selling chrysanthemum wine is enough for the couple to buy a house. In order not to let grandma ask for pottery pots, they bought a house in the suburbs, took a tram and moved quietly. When the tram entered the tunnel, both of them had a wonderful feeling, as if the tram and themselves had been sucked into a mysterious little hole by magic.

When they came to their new home, they found that their neighbor turned out to be a small family. "I finally understand now, and unconsciously we have become as small as them." Amico said.

Fu Liang decided to find a way to return to its original size. The two men walked towards vilen in the fog. At this time, the wind sang, "Come out, little man who makes chrysanthemum wine. Come out, be a villain of chrysanthemum wine. " Now they finally understand the meaning of this song. "Run!" Holding hands, they kept running towards a spring in the fog.

"You're here? This is a newly opened hotel in Juwu. "

When they were surprised, they saw a handkerchief embroidered with lace on grandma's knee. Fu Liang and Amy Ke secretly looked at each other: It turns out that we just wandered on that handkerchief!

Grandma blew a sigh at the handkerchief, put it away and smiled: "What do you want? White wine? Beer? " She doesn't seem to remember the past

Fu Liang and Amy branch quietly walked out of the hotel and took a deep breath of East Street air.

In Huatian Prose 4 1, if possible, I will make my right eye cry and the other eye laugh. -Wei Tian.

2. Although I can't smoke, I still like to watch the gray smoke and fire, full of mysterious speculation and a little tired. -Wei Tian.

3. No goodbye. Then, we will never meet again. -Wei Tian.

4. Every deep love should be blessed.

We will never see where we are and be banished by time forever. I smile at autumn. The leaves turned yellow and rustled. We stood in the Woods, watching the sparkling farewell, goodbye, goodbye, and we promised by default to cherish every fresh sun and moon. Counting the fleeting time, we can get to know the vegetation, rain and snow, and the bloom flowers with a heart. We are children, too, and we stand in a state of crisis and fearlessness. -Wei Tian.

6. If you choose, you should bear it bravely, whether it is happiness or pain, it is an inevitable experience of growth. -Wei Tian.

7. The window is full of cicadas, and under the window is Petunia who has climbed the railing. In this afternoon, it is boring and idle, like the blank space of ink and wash, because it is rich in blank space. -Wei Tian.

8. Who can hold back sadness and lovingly forgive all mistakes and waste? Who said goodbye with the last tenderness, which made the blink of an eye stop wandering. Little girl, also can firmly understand this, completely write off the illusion of memory. Because of a deeper understanding, we don't have yesterday. We just savor it, not indulge in it. -Wei Tian.

9, sound, flowing in the sky, accompanied by the moon, dancing with hibiscus clouds. How I want to sit alone and ask questions and enjoy the day. Running away, leaving a light and bright body, with my filth all over. The stream is in my ear, caressing the long-lost love and sweetness. -Wei Tian.

10, you can only be fulfilled if you forget, and you are happy at this time. -Wei Tian.

1 1. If possible, let my right eye cry. The other eye makes her bright and smile. -Wei Tian.

12. Today, it seems that the window with trees and sunny early summer is just around the corner. -Wei Tian.

13, in this world, there are many unfortunate people, and men will be unfortunate, but the misfortune of women will always make people more sad. -Wei Tian.

14. Time is like a pure white flower, blooming in memories that even you gradually don't recognize. -Wei Tian.

15, some days have gone by, and I feel stuck in a corner of a certain time and I can't find it anymore. -Wei Tian.

Listen to Huatian Prose 5, Haw, Howl, Haw. ...

Early in the morning, I was awakened by the sound very early. It smells like rain and flowers almost every day. The sound rings on time, just like the sun rises.

Holding in the quilt, I listened quietly: the sound seemed to come from the mountains, as if from the clouds, and as if from the mountain stream. ...

Oh, that's a bird's cry. Crispy and sweet. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. The sound is like a clear stream, flowing between cliffs, dancing between pear petals like drizzle, loud and tactfully.

There is just a saying: the birds outside the window are idle and soft, and the rain moistens the green mountains and waters, caresses people's hearts, and is soft, like falling red, drifting with the tide.

Every day, getting up early is better. Clear and refreshing, happy, go to the mountains. I want to choose the song of birds. I want, I want to plant this bird sound, this beautiful bird sound, in my half-acre heart.

Then, I will work hard. I want to loosen the soil and weeds in half an acre of my heart and water it with my hard work and sweat. Perhaps, in the coming year, many birds will grow in my half acre heart. In autumn, I will harvest flowers and birds, and at the same time, I will get unexpected surprises.

Try to think, in autumn, I sit in my heart for half an acre of land, maybe I will warm a pot of old wine and wait for an old friend, maybe no matter who passes by, maybe it's the wind, maybe it's the clouds, maybe it's a goose that just wants to go. ...

Everyone is the same. Let's stop. Stop and have a drink with me. It is said that there is wine and no food to eat, not listlessness. We have flowers and wine, listen to birds, drink a glass of old wine, taste the flowers, listen to birds, enjoy the smog in Shan Lan, watch fish blossom and take photos. Free and unfettered, casual, calm and sensible.

At night, I looked at this half-acre flower field in my mind and listened carefully. I will hear the chirping of a charming baby on a ridge, which will make love cry round and round, and all lovers will get married, which is beautiful; On a ridge, geese are singing and flying south, and anxious to return awakens the dream of a wanderer in a foreign land; Favorite yellow birds are on the ridge: yellow birds fly in the air and gather in the bushes. They sing. With my carefree intoxication, I am not alone in the mountains; There is also a ridge where waterfowl close the pheasant dove, flying from the shore, playing a beautiful story of a gentleman's love.

The moonlit night was silent, except for the singing of birds. My heart is very quiet, only birds are singing. Write something on my desk. Perhaps, only words can reach my heart. Write a poem with Kubinashi rhyme, and write an essay that is not classic. You don't care about anything, you don't argue for anything, you don't want to compete with anyone, you don't want to win or lose with anyone, you don't want to get a high position, and you don't want to make money.

As light as chrysanthemum, life is dull. The size of the house, love is home; How much money, health is important; When life is alive, peace is real; It's good to be married and always be together.

It is not easy for a person to calm down and face the complicated world and sentient beings. All along, I think the sound of nature is the simplest and most beautiful. To hear that wonderful voice, you must calm down.

Stream, flowing, music without spectrum, natural rhyme, flowers floating, drunk like wine, long; The sound of wind and rain is natural, pleasant and refreshing.

The most important thing is the singing of birds, which really has a different artistic conception, an unspeakable joy and an indescribable feeling. If it is a book, it will be fondled; If it is a flower, it will be pleasing to the eye; If you are a person, you will really love your heart in the palm of your hand.

Living in the mountains, it is really a coincidence to have such an opportunity. Otherwise, I will miss such a beautiful voice, and I will miss the opportunity. With me, I won't complain about heaven or others. What I have is my best, and the people I meet are also the people I cherish most.

In fact, what heaven and earth give to everyone is similar, and what heaven and earth give to people is not much different. However, everyone treats what they have differently. Looking at one mountain after another, the bear always feels that the best has not yet appeared. They always look at the best of others and always look at other mountains.

As for talent, it's just that everyone plays it in different ways. Some people play their strengths, while others just ignore their strengths. I am ecstatic and ambitious. Agitation and impetuousness have almost become a common problem in this world, just like the flu, which cannot be cured. Nothing, the seasons change, and it is easy to commit crimes.

Like birds, like silence, like silence, this silence is not silence, this silence is not loneliness, nor loneliness. It is an artistic conception, a freehand brushwork of life, an attitude towards life and a height of how to live for whom.

There are 10,000 kinds of birds, and you can hear birds singing in different moods, such as the silence of "bright moon surprises magpies, cicadas singing in the third night breeze", the surprise of "clear lake in February, birds singing in every family in spring" and the confusion of "beautiful birds singing in sunny days".

People live in mood, and people run in hope. Whether you are happy or not may have a lot to do with your mood. Some people are always optimistic, while others are always pessimistic. Some people envy others' good shoes, others will envy your feet, because you have a pair of walking feet; Some people envy others for having money, while others envy you for having a healthy body. ...

Live in happiness, live in happiness. It's not that you are unhappy, it's that you are not good at finding out. It's not that there is no happiness, but that you don't know how to cherish it. It's not that there is no beautiful scenery, but that you lack a mood to appreciate the scenery.

One should be good at discovering beauty and appreciating others. When you discover beauty, you can be infected by it, and you will be lucky enough to enjoy it; Don't always look at others critically, always find fault with others, always look down on others and always deny others. You know, no one is perfect, demanding and accusing blindly. It will only make the mood narrow, the mind not open and closed.

Orchids are fragrant and elegant, which will make them less beautiful than peach blossoms; Snowflakes are ethereal and wonderful, but not as warm as rain. From the aesthetic point of view, it is always unsatisfactory, too fat and too thin. When your eyes are big, you say you are absent-minded; when your eyes are small, you say you have no spirit.

Always unsatisfactory, always find out the shortcomings, just like some people can't appreciate Picasso's paintings, so they ask Picasso: Why can't I understand your paintings? Picasso asked him, have you ever heard birds chirping? Yes, I do. Does it look nice? It's good. You got it?

Yes, birds sing beautifully, and no one can understand them. Life is beautiful, only a few people can see it. Birds are singing in the stream, and the stream is faint, which gives birth to many ripples and makes people intoxicated. When people are idle, osmanthus flowers fall and the flowers are fragrant. A casual word, Jing Ya fragrance, a person idle, floral floating.

The night is silent, and the spring mountains are empty. Perhaps it is this silence that makes birds appear in the moon and make sounds in the spring stream. Birds are always around their ears; The sound of the stream is always on the other side of the heart. The sound of mountains, wind and rain, and sounds of nature will ring from time to time. But if you can't hear, you won't be blamed, and no one will blame you. Because if you don't have it in your heart, how can you hear it

There is nothing in my heart, and more importantly, if I don't calm down, I will hear Zen, and when I calm down, there will be birds and flowers. Impetuous world, noisy mood, don't blame the broken mirror, and don't blame the broken sunshine. It's because you are in a bad mood, your heart can't calm down, your heart can't open, the breeze can't blow, and the birds can't arrive.

It is better to plant half an acre of flower fields and birds in your heart. Let the breeze slowly enter, let the sun shine on the haze, let the rain moisten the sea of hearts, let the years get old, let the world change, a refreshing heart, a common name of a heart, a feeling of peace and calmness.

Countless worlds, countless people, countless thoughts and countless ideas are all different. But the pursuit of beauty is the same, and the aesthetic views are roughly the same. Spring is around the green embankment, and the river bank is red. Love is soft, singing and dancing. Peach blossoms are in full bloom, burning their own brilliance. One understands, one loves, one cares, and one has no regrets.

Zhang Chao, a writer in Ming Dynasty, said: Listen to birds in spring, cicadas in summer, insects in autumn and snow in winter; Listen to the sound of chess during the day, the sound of flute under the moon, the sound of pines in the mountains, and the sound of waterfalls by the stream, all of which have different feelings in your ears.

That birdsong rings in spring, all the way down, all the way down. I will hear autumn insects and winter snow in Xia Chan, and I will hear the knocking of chess pieces, the sound of flutes, the sound of pines and the sound of flying cloth. ...

Plant birdsong in your heart. Think about it. How wonderful it is to collect birdsong, open your heart and plant birdsong. Birds sing with the heartbeat, birds sing as sunshine as mood, and birds sing as lingering as love.

For me, I have a bird in my heart. Since then, my heart has no distractions, my heart is clear as a stream, my heart is like a mountain wind, my heart is like a bird in a mountain stream, and my mood is carefree. Come on, the breeze dances, the moon drinks, the flowers bloom and the butterflies fly, which means a lot.

Perhaps, after reading this, you also want to plant half an acre of birds in your heart? Then what are you waiting for? Come along. Go to the sun to pick the most beautiful bird; Pick up the clearest stream from the green water, collect the most moist rain and dew from the flowers, and collect the most beautiful haze from Shan Lan.

Open your heart, the breeze comes slowly; Open your heart, flowers bloom; Wash the ventricles with birds, and touch the heartstrings with flowers. My heart is green with the sound of planting birds. I hope I can achieve in a piece of flowers and birds. Don't talk about sadness and joy, simple and clumsy, at ease.

Listen, listen, chirp, howl, chirp ... listen, listen, buzz, buzz. ...

When we were growing up, we never changed, but became ourselves more and more clearly.

Why once thought it was unforgettable, but now it is drifting away? Bubbles in childhood are especially beautiful under the sunlight. They soar in the colorful sky and fly with the wind. However, like a flash in the pan, before long, those bubbles will burst and nothing will be left. That afternoon, that quiet afternoon, the breeze passed quietly in the quiet air, blowing the beautiful flower fields and jingling the wind chimes. I slept soundly in the flower field and vaguely felt some liquid sticking to my face and leaving it along my cheeks. Hmm? Salty, is it seawater? No, what liquid? Who made this liquid? A series of questions in my sleep suddenly woke me up. I slowly opened my eyes. In the blink of an eye, it seems like a thousand years. What it should be like. A handsome boy appeared in front of my eyes, smiling sweetly at me, and round bubbles danced around me, which was particularly charming in the bright sunshine. The young man's face is filled with a naughty smile, and his lovely face is like a sunflower in a flower field. The world seems to be frozen at this moment, but then, heaven and earth rotate together like a flywheel. In my memory, the bell of childhood is still ringing, I am eating grass and listening, but now things have changed. If you can, please leave me in my childhood, in the wind chimes blowing in the breeze, and in the quiet flower fields.