The good times

Memories in the lane

Early in the morning, the ancient town fell a drizzle, misty rain covered can not tell whether it is rain or morning fog, at the foot of the SLATE road was nourished by rain tanned.

Depths of the roadway qingyuan Xiao Sheng, like willow across the lake, the face is the scent of rain, on the floor slab with conspicuous petals, like fire burns my eyes, and there is the political, a cup of pure land cover wind flow, the moment I didn't know if the petals fall on the concrete is not good-looking, only by water fell and the loess, net mask, is the most beautiful.

Falling flowers, Xiao, the rain do not have to hold an umbrella, a person walking crisscross lanes, quietly let the past will drown themselves. Still remember, once and small partners in the alley play, play, not for other just waiting for the old sugar man. As long as you smell filar silk sweet in the air, you will know that there is a blessing. At that time, my favorite is "twisted sugar", the golden sugar juice in the sun with attractive light, like amber. The sound of the cold will pull me back from the memories, it seems that across the quiet secluded forest, across the vast river, across the mountains such as Dai, across the moonlight like water, across the clouds and spread.

Contemplation under the hibiscus flower

Autumn flowers fall, in front of the yard of hibiscus opened again, remember when I was a child top hate hibiscus blooming season, flowers burst and in the green leaves, red and white, but I do not like it, it has neither the delicate petals of rose, nor the fragrance of laurel, nor the dazzling beauty of peony.

Years have left traces on our bodies, I gradually grow up, hibiscus branches are strong, the tree canopy can cover half the yard of the sky. In October, the branches are filled with large clusters of hibiscus. My mind is changing, too. I no longer hate lotus, I try to like it, I always a person standing under the tree, quietly along the plate Qiu roots to the branches, heart pause count how many lotus flowers, but I never count, because I always wonder what kind of flower is willing to give up the bright spring, summer shade of green, pure winter, choose beautiful shes in the harvest season, I've been thinking.

Rarely heard someone love hibiscus, some people think that hibiscus too garish, just like peony showily, it is because they always do not understand, don't know why lotus in full bloom in such a season, or the wintersweet and not with the pretty cold, perhaps only in this way can we enjoy the sun, the leaves, then their mutilated, buried in the winter, such as under a blooming season.

Miss is located in the hour light

Once someone said that the missing is the best way to remember a person, but I don't think, I think miss is a disease, it hangs in everyone heart, like the grass, with your every vein, every nerve, every cell, so what do you think of the air have light sadness, so, when a man began to miss, means he is hopeless.

When I was a child, my mother does not stay with me, miss my mother when the only thing I can do is to see my mother's photos before, one of which is an old black and white photo, looks very artistic conception, mother black card hair soft draped on the shoulder, next to the wall, eyes filled with lonely. Whenever I look at the picture, I can't stop crying. I still do, because I always feel that my mother has been greatly wronged, and whenever I mention it, my mother says that I am stupid, which I don't think I am.

But at that time I learned to miss, miss my mother, even if my mother in my side, I also miss, miss my mother is always friendly. The photo has disappeared, I know is my mother secretly hidden, because my mother does not want to see tears of me, my mother is so love me.

Time will not dilute the beautiful thoughts, it will only gently run over, will miss filled every corner of the body, let you inadvertently think of, with the heart beat slightly pumping pain, with life, until the old, die.

Don't mention the past, pain and happiness, life does not bring, death does not bring, may the good time with missing along the track of predecessors, posterity to go.