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Green bamboo outside the window.

Somehow, I've been paying attention to a green bamboo outside the school lately. Despite the fact that the place where they grow is full of garbage, and there is a disgusting smell all around, they are very clean, as if they have a kind of "mud without staining" temperament. The wind blows, the bamboo leaves sway with the wind, there are a few bamboos, behaving very strangely, crowded in the rest of the bamboo, the wind blows them, they are not the same as the surrounding bamboo, to be precise, they do not follow the current, maybe when the wind is stronger, they will go with the flow.

Whether this conjecture is correct or not, I have no way of knowing, but in my eyes, the wind seems to be about the same these days. Even if there is rain in the wind, and the fall of the rain increases the power of the wind, the bamboo that should be bent for the wind is still bent over, and the untouched is still unmoved.

The ones who don't follow the crowd in the bamboo, I habitually call them "the high ones". The worldly and dusty are just an environment for survival, and it doesn't matter what you can get from it. Even if the so-called living environment is not so satisfying, it is reasonable to retain a pure land of the soul and adhere to its own principles.

The wind is coming again, this time it is faster and more violent, it is the time for these "clear people" to bend their waists, it is the time for these "clear people" to go with the flow, the answer, I don't know, the previous conjecture is purely a memory, although it is not an exaggeration, but it still needs to be carefully observed.

Walking out of the campus, to the place where the bamboo grows, originally taking advantage of the hard-won wind, to witness the practice of the "clear high", who would have thought, a heavy rain, a heavy rain makes my testimony not so easy, the rain is too big, I can't get too close to the bamboo, in a hurry, I can't go back to get the umbrella, simply next to the decadent mud wall, with the help of the collapse of the wall, the natural formation of the big hole, I squatted below, but the wind can't help me, the rain can't help me, thunder, electricity, I'm not afraid.

In the process of silently sheltering from the rain, I was glad that I had taken refuge in peace, just in time, I could start my observation. His eyes followed the thoughts in his heart, and he slowly raised and moved away. The observation lasted for nearly half an hour, put aside the usual, sleepy and got up early, today, I don't feel any tiredness, just because the observation failed, it is my own myopia, it is that I will not observe, hey, I am afraid that I will not be able to delve into it, so I simply follow the previous conjecture and do not verify this answer!

The wind was lighter, the rain was lighter, and I slowly walked out of the mud wall, breathed in the fresh air, and then looked back at the bamboo next to the garbage heap, my brows furrowed, and the joy was hard to bear. Could it be that I was dreaming just now, the wind was still the same size as before, and the rain never fell. Turn your head, three steps into two steps, return to the bamboo, look again, I feel clear, the wind is just a strong air flow when the vehicle passes by, the rain, even more ridiculous, is just dew.

The "pure one" in the bamboo is a naughty child, a wooden stick inserted in the bamboo at will, hey! It's not right, the wind blew three times, is there three cars driving at the same time, or three cars not driving at the same time, know or not, know or not, it's just a dream, why bother, why bother, dream, how can it be realistic.

1. The departure of the leaf is the pursuit of the wind or the non-retention of the tree. Perhaps, the tree will never be able to read the loneliness of the leaves. The fate of falling leaves is destined to be lonely.

2. One step at a time, one thought of a lifetime. The deep affection between you and me has long been interpreted into a beautiful line of poetry, close your eyes and always think about the beauty and amazement you saw at first, how many visitors are there in the net sea, how many people look back? Look at the flowers blooming and falling in front of the court, and let the clouds roll up.

You are at peace with me, don't love the past, don't ask where tomorrow will be? With you in this life, I will not miss the beauty of falling flowers and flowing water, I will cherish the love of mountains and flowing water, if you do not leave, I will live and die together.

3. Yes, the sea is soft, it is plain, and there is no dispute with the world; The sea is hard again, it is strong, it is indomitable. Facing the sea, let your feelings stretch, your mind leap, your soul purify, your mind is open-minded, and you can be a confident, strong, peaceful and happy person.

4. There are thousands of encounters in the world, and there is a kind of encounter called falling in love at first sight, a glimpse of the red dust, you will gaze in the depths of my heart, and I will begin to fall for you step by step for this glance, I just want to have your warm company and nothing else, I just want to take a scoop of weak water three thousand, I just want to enjoy your world alone, quiet reading. Keep a promise to tell about love, step into your warm city, there are many beautiful things in people's lives, and I have a soft spot'It's with you.

5. Time flies, how much has passed, I don't want to pay attention to it, just let my thoughts wander and wander in my memory. Thinking of your night, loneliness swept over the whole body, and that thick sorrow was like the cry of the heart.

6. I finally understand that instead of rushing through the world, it is better to stop, embrace everything, and treat it sincerely. Just as xx comes naked, xx walks naked, waving his sleeves and not taking away a single cloud.

7. Just because I looked at you in the crowd one more time, I can't forget your face, do you know the wail of broken strings? For you, you love poison and suffer all the reincarnation. If you know the sadness of the strings, can the residual warmth of your fingers be kept for another life, and you don't ask about the previous life to turn around, and don't tell the past life to part, let it be like rain in the world, and love you in your life.

Silently, in love. Silence, joy.

8. This autumn, after all, I went to the depths with some sorrows, but I had an inextricable fate, and let the darkness fight and fight.

9. I once wanted to ferry to the Peach Blossom Land alone, and I didn't want to startle a shoal of gulls and herons, but I was helpless to fight for the final ferry; once wanted to hold a glass of plum blossom wine and raise a glass to invite the moon, but ended up in a staggered banquet; I once wanted to soak in the fragrance of ink and paper, and take a blank of pure land to live, but lingered in the hustle and bustle of the world.

10. One person, one city, a lifetime of heartache. Searching for thousands of mountains and rivers, in the reincarnation of this life, you are still my consistent waiting, but I am not your ultimate reliance. Hundred turns of reincarnation, reincarnation of a hundred turns, who will remember those flowers blooming, the buds that withered in a hurry, what they missed was not to return to people, but to passers-by.

Weave an affectionate dream for you, floating like a dream, how can the faint thoughts be complained, and finally the dream is empty, and since then, a city has been guarded alone for a person.