Introduction to Chen Xiang's article

Aquilaria sinensis, also known as "Qinnanxiang", is a very precious smoking spice. The fragrance is not strong, but it can be fragrant and elegant. The following are the agarwood articles I have compiled for you. I hope you like it.

Aquilaria sinensis: Aquilaria sinensis years

Near the Mid-Autumn Festival, Ling remembered his father's birthday as usual, but he didn't forget this day. In the morning, black tea, muffins, rice porridge, fruits and vegetables, and light smoke linger. Such a quiet and light breakfast must be my father's favorite, and I won't be upset every time I miss my father. In my memory, my father always smiles and his brow is full of love.

The year I accidentally turned to the brochure, Ling was fourteen years old and her sister was sixteen years old, which was the age to study in young werther. Ling read those epistolary words and secretly lamented that Goethe's book was far from this deep feeling; And my sister's expression is: "whoever writes me such a letter, I will marry him!" " "The note was placed at the top of the drawer because they had a hunch that their father's words might never be seen by their mother. One day, the book disappeared, and the next day, my mother came back with red eyes. After a while, Ling went to visit his father's old friend Ren Bo. His uncle said with emotion, "Your mother is so simple. The article she wrote to your father the other day asked me why I should introduce her to someone in your father's heart. "Obviously these letters are addressed to her! Your father has been gone for several years, and now your mother is jealous because the letter was received by another woman. As we all know, in your father's eyes, your mother is only comparable to plum blossom. Does that pen name refer to the goddess of clubs? " Oh, time, people, place, background, a scene that can be restored in the eyes of a pair of little sisters, and the heroine actually misread it? A mother is like a lovelorn woman, but a pair of little daughters are bystanders.

After his father died, he tried many times to propose marriage for his mother, and some old friends persisted for more than 20 years. There should be little external contact. Before his father left, he didn't want to tie his lover's way for his mother's youth, so he entrusted a pair of girls to his aunt. The daughter is also sensible, supports and pays attention to finding a suitable object for her mother, but her mother has never agreed. Hard-working, old-age, once black hair has been stained with ice and snow, my mother is still beautiful, and friends' troubles in finding a partner for her are still outstanding. My mother once regretted it. My father mentioned taking a group photo several times, but my mother put it off again and again, thinking that there was always a chance, but she didn't want it. A few years ago, Ling found a single photo of her parents and asked the master of the photography shop to take a group photo with digital technology. The synthesized image is seamless, and the master himself is very satisfied. He made several copies and insisted on not charging. That year, my mother burned a photo for my father and never mentioned this regret again. Another year, when my mother went abroad, Ling packed her luggage for her mother and suddenly saw this photo in her personal data. Ling couldn't help crying. She was sad that during the long journey, her mother was only accompanied by her father's photo, and when she looked back, she realized that although there was love between the two worlds, she would never give up.

I've never confessed, and now I've turned a thousand times. Years of agarwood, such an ageless love, is romantic and legendary.

Aquilaria: The night is quiet and the wind is light, and the dream is agarwood.

The night is quiet and the wind is light, and the flowers fall soundly. Are you there? Dreams are fragrant, years are seamless, and I am waiting! Listening to the fallen flowers alone, a sigh echoed between the beams.

I have been exploring a profound and dignified thought and seeking a sacred and lofty emotion. When I am on the verge of disappointment, you are a wonderful gift from God. The first sight of your gentleness, beauty, elegance and outstanding talent made me panic, my heart beat, and I was always eclipsed. I am very touched, which may be more because my heart can still be white and soft in the numbness and rigidity of the world.

I am shocked and ashamed of what I really think. Many times, the lethality is fulfilled, not only in people or things themselves, but also in the timing of their appearance.

I must tell you in a stern tone that you are catching up with walking alone on a cold night! Every minute is not bad, and it is natural.

I am a person who doesn't believe in fate, and I often ridicule the theory of fate. But this time, I have a clear hunch that there is such a person who is slowly but firmly approaching in a direction and region I don't know. Me, uneasy, pleasantly surprised, sweet and melancholy. When you appeared in my field of vision completely and clearly, it was exactly the same as I thought. The real image is consistent with the thought and the light and shade are unified. I finally marveled at the wonder and fantasy of life meeting! I finally obeyed the design and arrangement of nature! I'll put down the drawbridge and open the gate, as you like. Now, walking alone on a cold night, can you come here for a while? Let me hug you. This is my most unreasonable request in four years.

Twilight is getting stronger and stronger, and I walk alone in the cold night. Please allow me to tell you through the infinite space with the sound of a tired day. Thinking of losing my sense of reality and time and disrupting the pace of life, I will talk to you in a solemn form and tone from now on. I swear, this attitude will be carried out from beginning to end and will last until everything disappears. The reason for this is for our own happiness, especially what already belongs to you. For those words that shed tears without trace, those words that let me take a deep breath and then take a deep breath, it is pure and painful.

In the hustle and bustle of coming and going, in the conversion between pages and windows, in the reading of materials and documents, in the period when breathing and sighing are confused, in the period when drunkenness and sobriety are indistinguishable, and happiness and sadness alternate, your breath spreads like summer fire, and your speech is as refreshing as flowers in front of the window. Pen in hand, thoughtful; Light a cigarette and meditate on one; Before I knew it, I was worried. Your smile gracefully invaded my sleep, and your poems gracefully crowded out my three meals. Walking or sitting, under different postures, your trace that surprised me was hidden and suddenly jumped out.

I will suddenly be in a trance in the busy street, I will cry quietly in the fragrant thoughts, I will walk in the early morning alleys, and I will wake up in the light breeze and shallow night.

Memories that were once forgotten in pain have now become treasured themes in happiness. There is a word that can actually summarize these things very succinctly and classically, but I dare not mention it easily because I am the deity.

Walking alone in the cold night, since my heart is warm, why not choose another one? May I call you Linger?

Can you add a little calmness, trust and self-confidence, dissolve them in a subtle way, and calm those lingering doubts? Do you know how important you are to me? Others are the wind, and you are the knife. You are neither a substitute nor a utility in my present spiritual world. You and I are a perfect match. Your language carries your emotions, permeates and shakes my heart. Those unintentional negative remarks, magnified by time and space, always make my chest suddenly tight and my heart cool. I only have helpless silence, I only have a wordless wry smile. When I open a window, I just want to smell a faint scent. In the wind, there were songs, laughter, sobs and half sighs left by the man carelessly.

Know me, understand me, understand my sadness. Everything will be fine, better and better, warm and gentle, hold on to you and me. Your laughter came from the bottom of my heart, from my mouth, and at the moment when it was played in my ear, I was happily addicted to this world. Everything outside you was too far away and meaningless.

You said my "date has nothing to do with you." I said, maybe, I am far away from my other self, and I am often invited.

I'll try my best to make up for your shortcomings, so that we can develop our strengths and avoid our weaknesses together. "It is easy to break a mountain thief, but it is difficult to break a heart thief." You have been imagining your opponent, but in fact, there is only one enemy, and that is your emotion. In constant comparison, you feel ashamed, and then complain, question and accuse others, thus losing your rationality. Love makes you broad and generous, but also makes you narrow and paranoid. You doubt the whole world and only give yourself a moment of limited trust. Give honor to anyone and bear the darkest corner yourself. You should gradually and finally complete the sublimation and maturity of your personality in the emotional self-suffering and fierce internal struggle, and avoid the shallowness of yourself caused by emotion at any time. You complain that "my words are too hurtful." I solemnly defended, "A good friend's advice is good advice." The compulsion of language will make your words exquisite and your thinking agile and rigorous. "

You can't change, so I fell in love with you.

I like a sleepy, drunken state, but I will get bored after a long time. I hope they will accompany me in a coordinated, sober, excited and orderly way.

Tired and bored, just have a good sleep, or go for a walk outdoors, so that the troubles that are difficult to get rid of are scattered in the fresh nature.

Close your eyes and walk around in a light and dark space. The only traces of life and the world are the vague rain in the distance and the crisp footsteps below. Gradually, there is nothing in my heart and nothing in the world. I calm down.

When you are crazy, you are close to success. However, for a broken person, glory is meaningless. No, it's a tragedy. You saved my lost with super reason.

I knew at a glance that you said these words, even though you naughty refused to admit it again and again. Finally, under my firm belief, you smiled and confessed. At that moment, it really felt like you were in close contact with my genitals and didn't move. The true love words in the world flow from my heart and mouth. The absolute harmony and complete integration of soul and flesh is not a legend. I have the honor to prove that the world still cherishes sincerity in too much hypocrisy, and I finally stick to holiness under the cover of filth. The most difficult pure feelings and the most difficult repressed desires in the world were born.

The true beauty of nature is beyond the imagination of the boldest and most delicate mind, let alone the description and record. The same is true of the sweetness, exquisiteness and eternity of love, and what has been handed down is only plain, shallow and short.

Your denial of self and self-confidence is a refutation of my values, a crushing of my aesthetics and a complete obliteration of me. So, you know what to do.

You said you had been waiting for me, and I summed it up in my mind. In fact, it really is. Our story seems to be a long wait and a hasty departure. "I remember in Huaxiang, south of the city, I worried about my eyes every day." What else can we do?

Listening to other people's sad stories, speaking simply and truly, is very sad. A heart is so broken. I have been thinking of you in her tears and sighs. I want to tell you, I have to tell you, "I will always be good to you until you don't want to." You asked me, "Well, which one is better?" I said, "Just the kind you want." Yes! I will be good to you! Either use your whole life or use the best words of the rest of your life. I mean what I say, so only one person has the veto power, and that is you. I drink and smoke too much, and my life is impermanent. I shouldn't live long, and I won't worry you for long. In particular, I am in good health and never get sick. I walk around sneezing, running nose and coughing, all of which have nothing to do with it. Even a friend's father had liver cancer, cirrhosis and ascites. When he visited, others added some isolation and protection measures, disinfected and changed clothes. I am free to come and go, and I am immune to all kinds of poisons. It can be inferred from this that I will die quickly. I thought about you, thought about this, walked around the office building, and finally found an empty room. I closed the door, squatted down, covered my face with my hands and sobbed softly. I held my fingers tightly to prevent those tears from seeping out of the cracks.

Strange places are easy to find scenery, and strange environments are easy to produce love. Familiarity is obviously a deep integration, but more is an insurmountable barrier. Distant is the characteristic of forgetting. On the contrary, it draws my thoughts all the time.

My personal feelings have nothing to do with anyone. Does not represent my current emotional flow. I have written some words about rain, loneliness and darkness. This year, you are as warm as the spring breeze and as bright as the sun, illuminating my melancholy and drying my humidity. Those rains are a quiet and beautiful emotional background, becoming gentle and lovely. Therefore, the rain does not have to be deliberately written in my heart.

Linger, I said, "There is no rain on earth before the heart is wet."

Aquilaria: the agarwood tree that makes agarwood.

A long time ago, I knew nothing about agarwood except that it was soaked in water and expensive. I once naively thought that agarwood was agarwood. By chance, I was shocked when I read an article about Aquilaria sinensis. Apart from my past ignorance, I sincerely admire Aquilaria sinensis.

There are about a dozen countries and regions in the world that grow or once grew aloes in small quantities, such as China, India, Cambodia, Myanmar, Thailand, Laos, Vietnam, Malaysia and Indonesia. However, a healthy agarwood tree will definitely not produce agarwood out of thin air. It must be hit or injured under certain circumstances, such as strong wind, animal and insect bites, artificial logging and so on. And it must be infected by a specific microorganism before it can be formed. Mature agarwood will secrete resin to make up for the wound due to the instinct of plants, and the wound of agarwood happens to be infected by a microorganism called yellow-green fungi. In order to survive tenaciously in trees, fungi will undergo adversity metabolism, and with the deepening of biochemical process, they will gradually form a complex "Aquilaria sinensis".

At one time, I didn't know the complicated formation process of agarwood, although I read a wonderful poem in Luo Yin's Fragrance in the Five Dynasties: "When the water sinks, good materials eat treasure, and Boshan furnace warms the jade building." But I always feel that it is so far away from myself. Aquilaria sinensis resources are scarce and have a wide range of functions. It can not only be used as medicine, but also be an essential material for making incense. In addition, Aquilaria Resinatum is also recognized as a sacred object by the five sects of Buddhism, Taoism, Islam, _ _ _ and Catholicism. Aquilaria sinensis has a long history, and there was a saying of "one million yuan" in the Song Dynasty. Nowadays, with the rise of collection fever, the price of agarwood is even more impressive.

Precious things are worth cherishing, which is natural. Just like people walking in the world, there are many things worth cherishing and caring for. However, if agarwood is a thoughtful spirit, I think it should thank agarwood more. Because agarwood is agarwood. In this way, those great men or celebrities, who are active in various fields, should be grateful for raising his people and motherland while being admired and loved by people. Just as we should always be grateful to our parents. No matter how big our officials are or how high our positions are, after all, we all come from ordinary land where we were born and raised. Just as Aquilaria sinensis endured pain and achieved Aquilaria sinensis, Aquilaria sinensis should also be grateful to Aquilaria sinensis. Regrettably, many of us, in the flowers and applause, in the spotlight, in front of fame and fortune, forgot our original intention, the suffering we experienced along the way, and even forgot many people who helped us on the bumpy road.

In fact, on the busy road of life, no matter how many auras you have on your head, people just add oil and vinegar, so even if you are an agarwood, you might as well go back and look for that agarwood scarred by your achievements! !

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