Seek small beauty and words, express feelings, see the big with the small, and write the virtual wit

Life is like Ping.

A pond of duckweed, green and green, which also has a little water color, when there is no wind, it is like a piece of cloth on the surface of the pond, without the slightest wrinkle, and like a natural green copper mirror floating in the pool.

There are also a few branches that stick straight into the surface of the pool, and the noodles are slightly scratched - but they can't be completely cut, which shows its vitality. Weeds and kingfishers also disturb the pingweed from time to time, and the ripples of the fish cannot but appear, making the duckweed even more crowded and nervous.

The wind is strong, and it is duckweed that wrinkles and folds; It is the weeds that bend over and swing their heads; The kingfisher was long gone, and the wrinkles were only for a moment, and the wind was a little less, and the flat face returned to its original state. After that, it was wrinkled and fluctuating again. Sometimes there are also "visits" by fish.

The wind is the devil, the weeds are bacteria, but it can't destroy it.

After the wind, the noodles are still intact - except for a few debris.

This reminds me of Wen Tianxiang's poem "Life experience ups and downs, rain and ping". Yes, life is not like duckweed, there are always turmoil in a peaceful life; And the wind and waves contain a peaceful life.

The tortuous life is not the duckweed that survives in the wind, the duckweed is to take root in the water, and the people are to survive in the world.

Bumpy and bumpy, long life, sighing at the sky, sighing at the lost life; Praise the Yellow River and praise the majesty of the Yellow River; Weeping at the grass, no one knows; Stand on the high mountain and sing, sing the majesty of the mountain; Whisper to the creek, chant the trickle of the creek ......

If life only has the calm of duckweed and no wind, then life is a glass of fresh water without taste; If there is only the selfishness of the river, then the world is as cold as frost everywhere; If there is only the pride of the mountains, then there is no selfless love ...... in the world

Your own life, your own path, are under your own feet and in your own hands.

Life! Duckweed!

Early winter attachment.

In early winter, it retains the poignancy of autumn, with a little vicissitudes of winter, quietly coming invisibly. I crouched over the lattice, through the bright glass, and could not help but silently read about this unique season

In fact, the early winter is not too cold, although it has reached the "light snow", but the weather is still clear, the sky is high and far-reaching, not flawless, but it can be called clean. In the windless afternoon, the sun shines on the body warmly, showing no chill, the sun passes in front of us, showing us the distance of life. The landscape of the land is gray and yellow, and it always makes people feel that winter has not yet arrived.

The dried maple leaves have turned from pale yellow to deep red, and the wild chrysanthemums at the foot of the mountain still stubbornly show their orange yellow. Only in the harvested land, a few uncut corn barleys made a loud noise under the blowing of ......the north wind

On an early winter morning, there was a thick white fog, and from the thin place, the fog had frosted. After being pruned by the autumn wind, the sparse willows and withered poplars suddenly become pink and jade, and the demeanor is lovely. The lake is vast and steaming.

The frosty sky sets off the nearby mountains more and more clearly and quietly. The withered grass on the side of the road, topped with a layer of soft new frost, has become so white and mysterious. The thousands of branches in front of me were as dry as iron, but they were as poetic as they were all overnight, and they were charming and quiet.

The thick and even frost powder reminds me of Lin Daiyu's purity. I was amazed by the wonder of nature! At this time, everything has more layers of white frost marks and melts into the frost.

Frost, which is faint and quiet, smears a white rhyme for the early winter, allowing me to taste poetry and perceive the beauty of life at the same time.

The cold in winter is actually the wind. A windless day is quiet and warm. When the north wind blows, it howls like a wolf, like a tiger's roar, and the dust, the fallen leaves, and the dullness, as if they are all raging because of the north wind, and they all tremble because of the north wind.

Everything is conceived in the midst of hardship, and there is an opportunity. While the north wind is blowing, it may bring some light snow to decorate this charming early winter.

Early winter, not as sacred and solemn as midwinter, not as good as the golden autumn to give people the joy of harvest, however, it carries a unique beauty, let me be nostalgic. It reminds me of the warmth of the sun, of a bright smile and of youthful vigor. Winter represents the need for a life experience, the persistence of life in hard days.

In fact, only after experiencing dryness and glory, heat and coolness, will it present a beautiful charm. The early winter in front of you has a different taste and a unique poetry.

Slowly close my eyes, the early winter outside the window has been read, but the early winter in my heart has yet to be read, it has become an eternity, let me be nostalgic for ......a long time

If I say that my favorite plant is the evergreen pine tree. It's on my campus all year round, standing there straight and never leaving a step.

In the spring, it still wears the old clothes, but it has some new patterns on the clothesIt's a pity that it doesn't bloom and doesn't have a fragrance.

In the summer, it gets greener, and it's a very deep green. But even the blazing sun can't resist its tenacious vitality.

In autumn, it does not turn yellow like the leaves of the sycamore tree, nor does it fall like it, but is as green as it was.

In winter, it will not be defeated by goose feathers and heavy snow, which can also be expressed in a poem, that is:

Pine. Heavy snow presses down on the green pine, and the green pine is straight and straight.

You must know that the pine is high and clean, and stay until the snow melts.

This poem is to express the tenacious vitality of pine trees that are not afraid of wind and snow.

I stood in the corridor, looking at the pine trees in the distance, and thought to myself: The pine trees lack the strong vitality of oranges, can't we humans have them? Yes, as long as we have tenacious perseverance and immortal faith, believe that we can have it.

The small petals of the plum blossom song, the thin and strong branches, the faint pink and white, the fragrance wrapped around the body. It is a flower that blooms proudly in winter, a flower that looks more pure white in the snow, and a flower that cannot be suppressed by snowflakes. Yes, that's plum blossoms.

A flower that stands proudly in the winter snow.

In May, the season of spring and summer. The sun is shining, and the sun is shining. Spring flowers and magnolia flowers have just bloomed, small buds have emerged in the moon season, strings of pink peach blossoms, green grass, all of this, as people say, yes, I also agree, spring is indeed a season of recovery.

She gives people the feeling of tender green, light green, boundless green, and in summer, the green is deeper, it is emerald green, and the green is deeper.

However, winter, the most lifeless of the four seasons, gives people the impression of boundless white, and the snowflakes are overwhelming, sweeping in, and the pines and cypresses, which can only add a little green to this withered winter, are also covered with a thick snow blanket.

The summer flowers are only left with dead branches and leaves. There is no longer the beauty of the past, no more the wealth of the past, no longer the spirit of the past, and their only remaining dwarf branches are also exhausted and panting under the pressure of the snow, and they can only wait sadly for the arrival of death.

And at this time, in the snow all over the sky, in the lament of all things, plum blossoms appeared, standing proudly in this snow. Her tall, thin branches were not affected by the wind and snow in the slightest. Proud snow and frost.

Blooming in the wind and snow, full of pride, standing upright, standing upright, letting the wind and snow blow ......

That's why I love plum blossoms, strong and unyielding. Although the winter is so cold that people are too lazy to go out, the plum blossoms bloom in the wind and snow, and the spirit symbolized by this small flower is far more noble than the colorful roses, moon seasons, and peonies in the summer.

You see that plum blossom, like pure white snow, but after the snowflakes melt, what is left behind is just a puddle of smudge, flashy, very false, and plum blossoms, she is really pure white, sometimes with a little pink, what she leaves behind is the fragrance that seems to be there. Her simplicity and elegance are not beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Look at the plum blossoms standing proudly in the wind and snow, don't you feel her beauty at all? Could it be that in the endless snow, you suddenly see a plum blossom standing in front of you, and you are not infected by her strong and unyielding spirit that is not afraid of frost and frost? Don't you think that she is somewhat similar to the indomitable spirit of the Red Army soldiers?

Didn't you think that this proud snow and frost really symbolized our revolutionary soldiers, their kind of spirit and will quality of being tenacious and unyielding, brave to fight, and longing for the coming of the blizzard?

People praise the peony because of its wealth, praise the lotus, because it is out of the mud and not stained, and I praise the plum blossom because of her strong and unyielding, proud snow and frost spirit, but also symbolizes those who do not bow their heads in the face of difficulties, the more frustrated the more courageous people!