Xi Murong s Summer Diary No. 5 Appreciation 20

Therefore, I should be content and grateful in front of the window.

When I look back today, I should only see the green and horizontal Cuiwei, and I no longer see a sad face.

All the frustrations and sorrows can make us suffer and cry at the time of occurrence, but when we look at it from a distance, we can feel a trace of sweet sourness. The loss of the year turned out to be the gain of today. As long as we are willing to wait patiently and skillfully, let time work slowly, and slowly flow a wide river of filial piety, at that time, from a long distance, and then look at you and me when we were young, we will see that the clear and clean face washed by water, the beautiful face like an angel.

It's a pity that the distance across the bank is a distance that can never be crossed, we are in a beautiful mythical story, but we always can't know it at that time, and when we see it clearly and understand it in our hearts, the real story becomes a myth, and we can only go back to the shore far away.

Therefore, this is the reason why I still cry when I am in front of the window, who is lucky enough to have grown up in a pampered and protected environment. Although I feel happy and grateful for my maturity today, I still can't help but cling to the young man is scolding the simple heart, such a heart as full as a white sail facing the wind! Isn't it as new and beautiful as the stack of paper I have at hand?

Such a simple day is no longer available, but such a simple state of mind can be evoked, let me pick up the pen, spread out the paper, and then describe it in detail. I can draw one lotus flower after another, one from the age of fourteen, for me, one from the age of seventeen, for you...

Outside the window, it was the height of summer, the cicadas were singing and the shade was thick, and everything from yesterday came back to my heart.

Summer is hot, but the clouds are changeable. Today I read an essay called "Summer Clouds", which made me feel the greatness of nature, which cannot be described in words.

The summer clouds are a mysterious sight that can silently play out many fairy tales to you, and at the same time conjure up objects as if they were real. If it weren't for the difference in color, you'd be treated as the real thing.

In the summer clouds, the three most representative are: one is like a floating cloud with layers of mist, which is carelessly fluttering; the second is the fiery clouds at sunset in summer, which scatters the yellow brilliance to the earth, making the whole earth full of poetry; The third is the dark clouds before the summer rain, from the faint thunder, the dark clouds come, and after a while, the dark clouds will envelop the blue sky and replace the white clouds. The golden sun was also obscured by the rampant dark clouds.

Of these three types of clouds, my favorite is the fire cloud, so let's listen to my detailed description!

The fiery clouds in summer are beautiful, it is like a magician, bringing magic and amazement to this season, and he uses fantasy to dress the world in colorful colors, and make this world a golden world. Although the fire cloud is beautiful, it appears for a short period of time, and does not last as long as dark clouds and puffy clouds. Because the fire clouds change so quickly, it is a pity that people are dazzled and dizzying, and there is no time to look at them carefully.

Summer clouds are clouds of infinite change, mysterious clouds, and beautiful clouds.

Yes! I love summer clouds!

There are a lot of friends who don't know me well and think I'm a person who likes to live in the old days. Actually, I'm not, I don't really want to turn back time so that I can live again, no, I don't mean that.

Perhaps, in the poem, in a certain line and paragraph, I wrote this, but it was only for the sake of tone. My dear friend, in real life, I don't mean that. All I want, what I really want, is to sit calmly in front of the window in the middle of summer, reflecting the shade of the lush trees, pick up the pen, and enjoy the joys and sorrows of my heart on the extremely white and smooth manuscript paper.

At this time, the moments of many years ago will come back, and the moments that were spent in a hurry when the year was light will slowly appear. It's like embroidering patterns in front of a glass window when I was a child: one piece of paper is below, one piece of paper is on top, the one below is like a pattern borrowed by a classmate, and the one on top is the white paper I prepared.

The windows were high and the sun was shining, and I raised my hands and tilted my head, concentrating on the strokes, and finally I was able to print the blurry pattern completely onto my white paper. When I put the two pieces of paper side by side on the table and admired them, I felt that the pattern I had traced was even more beautiful and excellent than the original draft.

That's the way it is.

I feel more and more that many of the arrangements in the world have their own meanings, which I could not grasp when I was young, and can only leave some vague outlines, and it is only today that I can sit down and redraw them in detail, so that I can smile and be fascinated in front of the gradually clear and gradually taking shape. And to be able to do such a thing, to have such enjoyment, is also the same as the pattern in childhood, you need a very bright and warm window.

I am very fortunate to have a gentle and kind man in this world who gave me all the support, he gave me a beautiful and bright window, planted all my favorite flowers and trees in front of the window, and looked at all my homework with a smile with a tolerant and wise heart. So, sitting in front of the window, I was content and full of gratitude.

So, although I often spend the whole afternoon playing this game of drawing, often smiling or crying alone, I still listen attentively to the voices of the children, and if they need me and call me, I will immediately put down my pen and turn to face them with the serenity and kindness that my children are familiar with, and in this moment, the shadow of Zen is still loud outside the window, and I smile and lock everything that has just passed back to my heart.

Dear friend, what I want, what I really want, that's all.