Gem bracelet photographer

The warmth of time, the breeze and the bright moon string together the years. ...

Text/Guo Zhenping

I've always liked the deep feeling between my wrists.

Everything around your wrist is a worrying moment. Every time I see the beads in the jewelry box, it's like meeting the words I like, and my heart is full of tenderness. Half a red rope and half a thin silver chain, sandwiched between a small lotus flower and a lotus root, are worn on the wrist, which instantly adds aura, warmth, elegance and exquisiteness in a dull day. ...

My sister also gave me a string of carefully selected beads. Round and full particles are embedded in the precipitation of time and engraved in the gentleness of eyes. After careful study, they are warm and safe, and their hearts are warm and appropriate. Speak softly, soft water is fragrant, and the stars are condensed. She slept easily between my wrists, her blushing cheeks were gently stroked with a smile, and her cool cheeks hung down again, closing her clear and bright eyes. Unless she stopped at the water town again in her dream and looked at the bridge from a distance. Gardenia petals fall into the south of the Yangtze River with her gentle footsteps, fragrant valleys curl between flowers and rain, and a purple skirt is embroidered with finely divided magnolia flowers. Tingting, a beautiful figure propped up under an oil-paper umbrella, moved forward affectionately, stepping gently on the stone road, and towards the distant waited for a boat to paddle and walk towards it.

I don't know why, when I saw the beads my sister gave me, I suddenly saw a foggy Jiangnan landscape. Lower your head, gently and softly touch her between your wrists, and look at her, I like it very much and feel warm. Sister jokingly said, "Sister Ping likes bottles and jars, ink and beads. I couldn't help thinking of you as soon as I met you, so I brought a string of pearls from Jiangnan to my sister. Sister's love is the best. " When I said these words, my sister was serious and mischievous, as if she were still a little careless. My sister has black hair and curly braids. Her slightly raised lips and squinting eyes make her look more handsome. Look at her delicate appearance, as if the lovely person in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is just around the corner. My sister's seemingly small movements express her feelings, but what I see is the warmth, kindness, love and dignity of a beautiful woman.

Shu Lang's laughter filled the afternoon tea quietly, and the tea mist dispersed in the oblique sunlight, and the beads on her wrist collided gently, making a dull sound. Perhaps, it was between the joy and the gesture of joy when I first saw her that I accidentally broke her heavy dream volume. She came back like an old friend, knocking gently on the door of time. She came only for a date in a previous life, and a promise to meet and stay together for life. Joy, warmth and gratitude are gently rippling in my heart. ...

Over the years, I don't know how many times such waves have been ups and downs, ups and downs. Everything is because of every warmth, every mourning, every mutual understanding, kindness and softness in life. I remember Sister Ruling said, "Pure people can give birth to Prajna flowers". Perhaps, no matter how ruthless the years are, they can't resist the warmth of the years. That gentle encounter is elegant, light, gentle and strong. Gentleness is bitten by wind and frost, washed by sea water, tossed and turned, still able to face the sun and the moon, eyes indifferent, safe and sound. Because you have been treated well, you can accept the so-called good and bad. Perhaps "I don't want to be great, I just want to be a tree, grow for the years, and don't hurt anyone", which is also a gentleness of life and a suitable day.

At the beginning of the month, I sent my sister home. It's still warm and cold in early spring. I waved and said thank you to my sister again. My sincere sister waved at a distance: "Sister, it's just a little bead! Thank you, a stranger, just be happy! "

In fact, my sister doesn't know that this is not just a small bead, it is clearly a warm heart! Everyone who has beautiful scenery in his heart will hide the flowers in spring and experience the poetic beauty and joy of the four seasons in the idle and boring time. Time flies, and the sun and the moon rush. In the silence of time, I miss the past and you cherish your feelings. We came to this world with a mission and agreement, and experienced and felt many beautiful things together. For example, in time, we will meet too many kind people, feel the warmth and kindness of others without bloodshed, feel the vastness of nature, the grandeur of heaven and earth, the loneliness of quiet nights, and feel the love and generosity of family members. There are all kinds of profound feelings of karma ... when we feel them with our eyes and hearts, they are also the warmth and years that illuminate each other in our lives.

Countless ordinary and quiet stories, not only because of this rare bead, add a little warmth to the dull days, but also add countless joys and pleasures. Beads after beads, like every encounter in life, are picked up heavily and gently put into a string of wrist bracelets placed in time. No matter rain or shine, every kind person we meet is sincere and open, which makes us feel kind and comfortable in the snow. Every kind-hearted person's treatment, every sincere encounter, is worthy of our serious use of the silk thread of life and the story of time to properly put on one kind, simple, beautiful and soft bead after another. At this moment, every grass and tree is growing, and the spring mountain is expected. The days are always full of the beauty of life, just like gentle water waves, and the body and mind are clear and calm.

Perhaps, this bead is not jadeite, priceless, or a pearl gem; Perhaps, she is plain and not dazzling; Perhaps, she is a mixture of snow mud frost and sharpening defects. However, it is such a string of beads, because they are given by years, remembered by life and worn with heart, so they have the induction and collection of love. They are not only the only ones in life, but also the heaviness and nirvana of vicissitudes and the sea of life. On the long road of life, we are used to cherishing small people and things. Maybe when we are old and have enough time and energy, we will meet again. Time has nothing for me, only the friendship between hearts in a sea of people. She has light, not dazzling; She has strength, not publicity; She is kind and does not panic; She has perseverance, unlimited energy and bright hope.

In life, we are used to respecting and rejoicing all material and spiritual satisfaction, because they can flow and become a part of each other's hearts. In this world, nothing is eternal, but there is one thing that is the best and indelible in the world and can lead you to a broader self, that is, faith, courage and hope. We are still walking on the vast and open grassland, and our wishes are always pure and simple. We touch the warmth of the surrounding years with our fingers and record what we see, think and feel with the silk thread of the years in light and shadow. Let life flow quietly and see the connection between goodness and beauty. The beauty of the world, they string together the nostalgia and warmth between the dust. ...

Thank you for everything. In early spring, I expressed my respect in words, expressing the peace and security of my life.

About the author:

Guo Zhenping, from Kangbao, Hebei. National second-class psychological counselor, member of China Electric Power Writers Association, special correspondent of North China Electric Power News, member of Hebei Prose Society, member of Sanqing Women's Literature Association, director of Zhangjiakou Writers Association, special writer of Great Wall Literature and Art, and vice chairman of Zhangjiakou Women Photographers Association. Kangbao county CPPCC member, executive vice chairman of kangbao county Federation of Literary and Art Circles, female worker member of Zhangjiakou Power Supply Company, working in Kangbao Power Supply Branch, and vice minister of Party construction department. He started his literary creation in the early 1990s, and his works were published in People's Daily, Contemporary People, Hebei Youth Daily, State Grid News, North China Electric Power Industry and Zhangjiakou Daily. So far, he has published more than 800 articles, newsletters and reportage.