Broken words in the shadow of the court

Poisonous days are dazzling. The precious sunshine in winter and spring turns into a blazing flame in the dog days, trying to burn everyone who is not covered. I'm afraid to go out in this summer. Fortunately, there are green trees, cool breeze, and the radiant sun bathes the thriving trees, reflecting the charming Hui Jin; So, in the shadow of this palace that will not be scorched by high temperature, I have a little comfort and a little sadness.

I remember a photographer with a net name took a picture of the flower show of the 99 Kunming World Expo. She named it "Blooming" and wrote a poem:

Who knows your way to bloom?

What persistence and suffering have you experienced?

Even if it withers after blooming.

You can't make your scent shrink back.

So I love your breath more than your face.

These poems suddenly broke into my heart and lived in my soul. /kloc-in the winter of 0/989, I saw a photo of "Soul Flying to Heaven" taken by Cui from a magazine: an old woman with a naked upper body was in a mess with her pale hair blown by the wind, and years made her wrinkled and dark skin like a gully on the earth. Her shoulder frame is covered with a thin layer of clear skin, and her breasts are completely shrunk, just like two empty bags hanging on the wall; But her straight body, slightly raised head and quiet look into the distance show an unforgettable beauty. I chanted with Dimfragrance, "The wind carves frost, gradually hollowing out the years, and the soul flies to the sky. Skinny, skin color vicissitudes of life for a hundred years. The children's granary is rich in jade milk. For creation, books are meaningful. Who read sadness? Silence. Don't sigh in the desert, loneliness strikes. Stand calmly, and your thoughts will fly to infinity. I should thank God for his love. I'm tired of customs, and the years have passed by. Always idle, blowing and refreshing, no gains or losses. " The old man in the painting, dried by years, made me fall in love at first sight. I won the love of others, and I want it, and I cherish it so far.

What is beauty? Is beauty a form or an expression? Is beauty beauty or anger?

Going out in late April, I passed by the lush Martyrs Park, and suddenly there was a strong fragrance, which was familiar: it was Sophora japonica! I couldn't bear to leave for a long time, and I turned my body in the same place and looked up. A string of white flowers were mixed among the green leaves; I really want to enjoy this rich fragrance.

When I entered the county seat at the age of fifteen, I met Huaixiang for the first time. There is a row of Robinia pseudoacacia beside the campus playground, and clusters of flowers give people a different breath, which makes me linger. I remember that after a storm, Sophora japonica was scattered all over the floor like snow, and I stood in Sophora japonica all over the floor. Recalling that scene, I got a poem: "Iraqis have arrived, Xiang Xue."

I always prefer fragrant flowers, such as Sophora japonica and citrus flowers, as well as honeysuckle, jasmine and gardenia that can be picked and worn. For flowers with excellent appearance but little fragrance, my attitude is to have a look, and I have no strong desire to own them. Between form and appearance and between God and Qi, I choose God and Qi.

The old woman in Soul Flying Outside has a charm that young and beautiful women don't have. She is like a fallen tree, and she is calm in the middle of winter. The charm brought by years is beyond the reach of youth and beauty. I hope to live to her age, and then an old man said to me, "I love your breath more than your face."