Summer afternoon prose

It's a sunny summer afternoon. The hot sun is no longer in full swing, and there is no burning sensation when it falls on the human face. This is a rare cool summer afternoon. This should be attributed to the disappearing showers in the morning. Without it, how could we have such good summer weather? How can I feel the beautiful summer scenery again in a good mood?

I haven't been back to my hometown for a long time, I haven't been near the flowers and trees in the country for a long time, and I haven't heard cicadas for many years. With good weather and good mood, I have the interest to return to my hometown. Sitting under the old willow tree by the pond in the back of the house to enjoy the cool again, my heart is so quiet, and my impetuousness has long since disappeared. I am too emotional to do it: reading is pure land everywhere, and going out is a deep mountain. I will be sad for the passing of spring, and I will be sad for the natural withering of flowers. ...

Slight wind, blowing in waves, doesn't feel like summer wind. Cicada is still screaming desperately in the tree, as if expecting something, longing for something. In the pond, there is a lotus leaf field and a lotus pavilion. Dragonflies stop to play and rest from time to time. Several children are playing naked in the water, and some children are picking lotus flowers to eat. From time to time, several small fish or frogs swam in front of their eyes, flashed back into the water and then disappeared. Everything is so quiet, harmonious and warm. What an intoxicating little world it is!

A person just sits in front of a pond and lets his thoughts and emotions fly freely ... a little envious of the surrounding scenery. For a time, I really wish I could be one of them, like a fish washing away the dust carefree and freely in the clear and transparent water world; Like a beautiful lotus, it blooms its short life without wanting anything; Like a cicada opening its throat unscrupulously, I sing to everything in the world ... sometimes I think that I have paid so much, but I still have nothing to do. Life has gone like this, and my heart is still unwilling. In the face of embarrassing life, although I feel a little sad, I still have a fighting spirit and always want to get ahead by my own efforts. But I can't get out of the endless cruel reality. Every effort will always yield more or less frustration and gossip. Sharp edges and corners are polished by the grindstone of life, snobbish, oily, hypocritical, vulgar ... life is really not easy. Think about it, cicadas, fish, frogs … how enviable they are. They are simple, so they are carefree, carefree and happy.

Then someone threw a lively fish at my feet. Lotus leaves in the pond were also spoiled by children playing with water; Lonely cicadas are chased around by unknown sparrows; Frogs in the water have also become delicious for several ducks. This sad and cruel scene gives me the willies. It turns out that they are not living in heaven! The beautiful scene I saw was just a moment of peace and comfort in their short lives. In fact, they have endless troubles like us, but they are not known to us. It should be said that all creatures are the same, born and died, and everything they encounter is similar ... Unlike us humans, they have no thoughts, no culture and no complicated emotions. In this way, I don't need to envy. Don't I have the peace and comfort they have When all is silent, isn't it a supreme state of life to sit in front of the computer and have a cup of fragrant tea? Don't we live to constantly strive and create wealth? Why do we have to compare? Why worry about yourself? Why don't we live like fish, cicadas and frogs? Live for happiness, and be happy for living?

This summer afternoon, these lovely little classmates gave me a lesson on philosophy of life. In order to live a happy life for yourself and life, you will not be tired of fame and fortune in the world. Thank you for this summer, thank you for this afternoon, thank you for these lovely lives, let me understand what real life is.