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"The Power of Quiet" Chen Ran fragment.

The white page on the table, which had been empty a few days ago, was waiting for me to fill it with its mouth open, like an empty friend, hungry waiting to be indoctrinated. But now, I still don't say a word about it, but this blank piece of paper is clearly full of words and content in my eyes. The machine lies quietly, like a sleeping little animal.

However, its wiring was silently connected between me and my interlocutor all the time, and I didn't have to pick up the microphone and the conversation was still there.

Tye's "Mass" floated slowly from afar, but I didn't actually turn on the stereo, the button of the sound was hidden in my head, and the music rose from my toes just to think about it. I don't even listen with my ears, I listen with my whole body.

As the sky darkened, I sat alone on the couch, watching the orange-yellow lights in the room and the twilight growing outside the window, as they cautiously dated the glass windows, huddled there and talked to each other. If you listen closely, the evening breeze outside the window seems to be whispering, and the intermittently falling leaves are like commas, cutting through those sentences that dance in the air.

Modern people do not need to complain about the disorder of life and the pressure of work, and the impetuous mentality is mostly due to their inner unrest and those rootless worldly desires. Tranquility will have harmony and calmness, even in the downtown area, you can still feel the peace of mind, which is also the principle of "the heart is far away from itself".

That's one of the classmates upstairs.

I don't want to say anything anymore.

Watch the moon shine through the shade of the trees and sift through the spots of light all over the ground, twinkling and ethereating; Listen to the moonlight tinkling down in the woods, the clattering crowd on the hillsides and the lake.

Wearing a silk dress to find some heavenly and earthly romance, drinking the rhythm of singing to enjoy the delicate customs of the streets and alleys, and looking for some heart-throbbing emotions in the pavilions.

The sun shines through the dense layers of elm leaves, shining the full shadow of the sun on the ground. The south winds of late summer and early autumn bring the aroma of new wheat and the scent of artemisia grass. Late summer and early autumn in North Manchu is a beautiful season, and it is the best day of the year.

The weather is not cold, it is not hot, the ground is still a little blue, and people are not too busy.

A river of autumn water is still clear blue and clear. The autumn mountains on both sides of the strait are still welcoming people. A few bends of the Cangjiang River, there are nine clusters of reeds, a few bends of villages, dotted there.

When you sit in the cabin of the ship, you only need to look up, and you will be greeted by the red leaves of the black tree on the riverbank and the green mountains not far away.

The sound of waves crashing against rocks and sand is endless. Almost like a white line, the waves rushed from afar, slammed against the shore with a rhythmic splashing sound, and then burst into foam and disappeared between the sand and stones. A row of sprays followed up and chased up ......

The drizzle in April washed the air strangely cool. The leaves are still small, but there is some greenery everywhere. The shy spring sun only lightly poked out some soft light from the thin clouds, and the shadows of people on the ground and trees seemed very faint.

The wild peach blossoms bloomed the earliest, and the faint pink swayed in the wind and rain, like a charming little village girl, dressed simply and beautifully.

The scenery along the road is really not bad, the midsummer in the south of the Yangtze River is a picture of the scenery of heavenly paradise. There is not a single wasteland along the way, it is all green rice, green trees, and green mulberry forests. Occasionally, I saw some ponds, and there were also thick lotus leaves and small water chestnut leaves floating on the water.

The wind in the south of the Yangtze River warms the tile. The hot sun, the fire is shining, between the roof tiles, fluttering, a wisp of green smoke rises. Like smoke like a dream, like a dream.

Smoke, in fact, is the refraction of light and shadow, but it adds dynamism to Waping. The shadows of the sun were fluttering, the smoke was dancing, and the tiles were dancing a wonderful daylight dance.

The weather is intoxicatingly warm, and it happens to be the season when the cherry blossoms are gone. The sandy pavement is littered with pink flowers, some of which hang on the tiled green grass. Several pear blossoms are also dotted with tender white petals.

The hills to the north and west are covered with pale blue clothes, and little swallows are jumping back and forth in the forest. Here is the remnant spring of the good times, and there are beautiful scenes everywhere.

Even the mountains on both sides of the river are deep and blue, and the mountains are often covered with a little snow, and the river water is clear as jade. Traveling in such a river, looking at the scenery of the water and mountains, and experiencing the bravery of the sailors in work and food, I couldn't help but smile often in my loneliness.

The sound of the piano is slow, we seem to be walking on a mountain path, the path is bent, there is no end in sight, on both sides of the road are fiery red maple trees, the maple leaves are rising with the sound of the piano for a long time, the palm-shaped leaves are slowly falling with the autumn wind, some of the three or five pieces are stacked together and fall neatly, and some are blown far away by the wind, flying forward and refusing to stop, I can't help but have an urge to chase. The maple leaves fell on the stream, and the stream sang all the way with the gifts of autumn and the rhythm of the piano "ding ding dong", so happy, so light, meandering and disappearing into the grass. On the opposite side of the creek is a row of smoke-filled farmhouse courtyards, where chickens and ducks are vying to return to their nests, and a few birds on the eaves are singing freely and singing a different kind of "Autumn Song".

Clumps of unknown wildflowers swayed happily beside the stream, like fairy tales in a dream.

When the snow began to fall, there was a light rain, and soon there were goose-feathered snowflakes falling from the cloudy sky, and the ground was white for a while. The wilderness was very silent at night, and the snowflakes on the trees kept falling and occasionally creaked, and the branches were crushed by the snow.

It snowed heavily all night. In the morning, the sky cleared and the sun came out. Push open the door and see, heh!

It's snowing! The trees, the houses, and the fields are covered with a thick layer of snow, and the world is covered with white makeup. The willow trees, which had lost their leaves, were covered with fluffy and shiny silver stripes; Evergreen pine and cypress trees in winter and summer, piled with fluffy and heavy snowballs.

A gust of wind blows, the branches of the trees sway gently, silver stripes and snowballs fall in a stream, and jade-like snow dust flutters in the wind, reflecting the early morning sun, and a rainbow of colorful colors is prominently displayed.

It seemed that it was only a moment, and the dark night was even darker, and the soft light of the street lamps was surrounded by darkness mercilessly, and the insects chirped weakly and loudly, as dull as a lullaby. However, no one wants to sleep at this time! At this time, the mind is on the edge of a subtlety, as if everything is expanding out, as if everything is shrinking in front of me.

It is as colorful as a midsummer night's dream, and as fetters and fetters as a hot summer dream.

Since ancient times, the rain in Rongcheng has "sneaked into the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently." I didn't pay much attention to it before, but now, night is approaching, it is dark outside the window, listening to the sound of wind and rain, I can't help but think about it, the moon is dark and the wind is high in a dilapidated thatched house that is not very wide, and it is also an interesting thing for the sergeant to catch the lamp and pen. In the blink of an eye, the four times were also dark, the rare coolness of the summer night was comfortable, looking out of the window, the light was dim, the shadow of few passers-by dragged for a long time, and the shadow of the car that roared by from time to time was enough, the scene seemed to be "thunder, the palace car passed by", but there was no palace, only the neat and short trees on both sides of the road were symbolically set up there, and carefully listened to the sound under the quiet, wonderful, Listening to the whispered discussion of tomorrow's arrangements by the family next door, and the occasional cough or two from passers-by and the sound of unknown ...... of a strangerIt was as if I was at the bottom of the sea, but when I came back to my senses, the sea was gone.

The sweltering heat followed, the mind inexplicably flashed with despair, the surrounding was ready to move, the trees in the darkness rushed towards them with their teeth and claws, and the frightening rustle of the leaves and demons danced, and the summer heat surged silently, suffocating, and approaching the ......Suddenly, he opened the window. The moon was hanging directly above in some form, and the bright moon, pale and arrogant, seemed to have returned to peace from the chaos of war, and only felt that the chest was full of fresh ......When I woke up the next morning, only the moon was still fresh in my memory.

What a beautiful view, beautiful me. Hee-hee-hee-hee.

Teacher, it is a ray of sunshine in the cold winter, warming us; The teacher is a light in the darkness that illuminates us; The teacher is a guide in the grassland, helping us ......In short, a teacher is an angel sent by God to guide us on the right path in life.

Flowers are grateful for the rain and dew, because the rain and dew nourish its growth; The goshawk is grateful to the sky, because the sky makes it fly; The mountains are grateful to the earth, because the earth makes it towering; We are grateful to our teachers, because they open the door of wisdom for us and let us swim in the ocean of knowledge!