Cut an essay in spring and put it in your trouser pocket

Staying at home is blasphemous. Time is quiet, I need a deep kiss from you.

Cough continues, with a rock sugar, into the spring. Wipe the phone lens, don't want to leave a vague memory of spring. Time is long, memory is vague, what a cruel answer.

Cross the asphalt road into the tree-lined road, then into the world of flowers and into the green ocean. A beautiful girl stood in front of a tree full of flowers and raised her mobile phone. Isn't this a beautiful silhouette? I have a beautiful one in my mobile phone. Bian said, "You are watching the scenery on the bridge, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. The bright moon decorated your window, and you decorated other people's dreams. "

Countless beauties have turned into memories, and only in memories can we taste the charm of the past. In ancient times, painting was the best memory. No matter how beautiful the words were, it was difficult to describe the past and could not give people intuition. "Thousands of miles of warblers crow green and reflect red, and the flag wind of Shuizhai Mountain fruit wine. Four hundred and eighty halls in the southern dynasties, how many towers are misty and rainy. " What's the scene? I can only imagine.

However, standing in front of Dunhuang murals, we not only admire the beauty of art, but also appreciate the flying and elegance of the past. While enjoying the riverside scene on the Qingming Festival, I seem to have crossed it, returned to the bustling capital of song dynasty and bought a bunch of Sugar-Coated Berry to eat while walking.

Unfortunately, I am not a painter, so it is difficult to describe the beauty of spring. Fortunately, I have the high-pixel mobile phone. Then I will use photos to remember the beauty that appears in front of me.

Photos are amazing things. They keep not only images, but also good memories and even unexpected surprises, which make you feel destined.

Many years ago, when a bride was sorting out her husband's photo albums, she suddenly found that one of them was the same as the one she had taken. She hurried out to have a look and got a fright. In her photo, there is actually a groom many years ago. It was in a box yesterday, but it's embarrassing to share a pillow today.

A boy went to his girlfriend's house. When he saw his future mother-in-law, he rushed forward and hugged her. Because, a few days ago, when he was enjoying the photos of two years ago, he took a close look at the lady in his box, but he didn't expect to appear today. It is destiny takes a hand to walk together, depending on whether you have walked through happiness together.

This coincidence is fate. It's fate, can you not cherish it? This is the beauty left by memory.

I'm afraid everyone, like me, often opens the photo album, touches the past clouds and sighs over the years. Once joy in the eyes of youth, once pain in the wrinkles of years. I suddenly found that some photos were missing or blurred, and my memory could not be found, so I sighed.

Therefore, in order to squat in the warm sun of the old age and have no regrets when recalling the past, let's take some photos. Copy a few more copies, put them in your pocket, not in your diary, and even share them on Weibo and WeChat.

The lens is in your hand and the beauty is in your heart. Beauty needs an angle and a soul. I like gorgeous, beautiful and exquisite. The ups and downs of life are exciting, and my heart is too fragile, so I only like a touch of sunshine, a spring breeze, a flower ... my heart is enough.

Cut begonia and laugh at the bamboo fence; When cutting apricot flowers, he refused to laugh out of the wall; When I cut a purple leaf plum, I suspected that it was a fairy who came to earth; When you cut the magnolia, you laugh more than Jiang Mei ... When you cut all the way, spring scenery comes to my face, and your feelings surge in my heart.

There is no lack of beauty in life, what is lacking is the eyes that find beauty. "Dead vine old tree faint crow" gives you sorrow; But there are also "small bridges and flowing water". Don't you feel elegant and dignified?

I selected 9 photos and posted them in my circle of friends, leaving a message "Cut a Spring Festival". A friend asked, "Did you bring scissors?" I said, "With the spring breeze?" Yes, in the warm spring breeze, beauty is everywhere. "Spring breeze is like a distinguished guest, it will prosper as soon as it arrives. Come and sweep the snow in Qian Shan and return the national flowers. "

Yes, the spring breeze has left us for a long time, just like a distinguished guest. Wherever we go, it will immediately prosper and shine brilliantly. Spring breeze is like a hard gardener, sweeping the snow all over the mountain, stroking the branches and leaves everywhere, and spreading the flowers.

A magnolia tree is in bud, brewing a winter dream and about to bloom. I was choosing an angle when I heard a rustle behind me. Looking around, a man about my age is cleaning up the branches that have slept in winter, and the branches that haven't woken up in spring have been tied up several times. I have done this kind of work before, just to curl up the smoke for three meals a day. At that time, there were also songs and dances, and there were birds and flowers. However, it didn't leave even a shallow mark on my mind. I remember sweating and hunger.

He won't chase the hazy buds of the Spring Festival, the dancing butterflies and the singing birds like me ... I pointed the camera at him, but he lowered his head, maybe not avoiding it, because he was busy all the time. His beauty is bundles of dead branches, red flames at the mouth of the stove and wrinkles on his wife's face.

In the constant rustling, I photographed the magnolia in bud, like a affectionate kiss. I think his heart will be full of flowers when the smoke is curling up.

"The peach blossoms outside the bamboo are three or two, and the spring river plumbing duck prophet." There are no ducks, but there is a fisherman. Sitting quietly by the blue spring, I passed him, but he ignored the pole. I don't think he is as lofty as Zhuangzi, attracted by a spring wave, and has no time to look back at the power behind him, but what is certain is that he has a "full of joy" in his heart.

Even, I think, he didn't come to fish, just to fish. Fishing is full of spring scenery, fishing is leisurely and quiet, and fishing is unattended. When he threw the hook, he threw away the dust of yesterday; When the hook is closed, tomorrow's happiness is already in hand. He fished alone, not alone, but quietly enjoying a good time.

I cut out this scene and suddenly remembered "a boat, a bamboo cloak, an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue". This lofty and aloof poet has attracted many people through the ages. Thanks to the poet for leaving us such a wonderful moment.

At the end of the park, put your mobile phone in your trouser pocket and pass by the pub. Golden weeping willows, kiss my forehead. It's not just your tenderness that makes me reluctant. ...

In my photos, there may be no scenes that shocked the ancient and modern times, but in the fragrant tea, on the sunny balcony, it is enough for me to watch carefully and taste slowly. ...