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Looking out my bedroom window, I can see a tall hibiscus tree. On that spring day when the smoke trees are jagged, the red dots are really charming. Touched my inspiration and stirred up my literary thoughts. Over time, I actually took this "neighbor" standing opposite the window as my confidant.

However, one morning, I looked through the window and suddenly found that a storm last night had eroded it beyond recognition. Suddenly, a sadness of "falling flowers" passed through my heart! I can't help feeling that I stumbled on the road of life, experienced many twists and turns and lost many beloved friends again and again. Isn't life like a flower in the wind? !

After a while, it gradually faded. Once, when I came back from the countryside, I felt that the indoor air was a little dull. When I opened the window inadvertently, I suddenly felt a bright eye: a piece of red bougainvillea caught my eye, and it was frozen under the setting sun. The unexpected surprise made me almost unable to control myself. I'm surprised. Why didn't I find this budding unyielding life behind death?

Yes, the last petal of hibiscus has fallen, and people's praise for it has been forgotten in the past memory, but bougainvillea has grown up and is as red as fire, showing people the change and continuation of life.

Who can say that gains and losses are not symphonies?

I stood in front of the window for a long time and deeply realized that there is no four-point scenery in life. As long as your heart keeps facing the sun, you will find it.

Every morning there will be a beautiful and hazy scene spinning in front of your window.

● Comments:

This is a beautiful philosophical essay. The author tells us through the hibiscus tree and bougainvillea outside the window:

There is no eternal scenery in life. As long as there is sunshine in my heart, beautiful scenery will appear outside the window every day.

The author writes very carefully. When describing the shapes of hibiscus and bougainvillea, only a few strokes are used, and there are not many gorgeous words, but we really think they are beautiful. I think this is due to the author's ability to grasp the characteristics of the two scenes. Many times, we don't have to write everything, just the charm of things, and we're done.

The author's writing style is fluent, and many psychological descriptions promote the development of writing style, so we can learn this narrative method. A scene, a feeling, an idea, in fact, is not that difficult.

Just like the hibiscus tree outside the author's window, just like the red bougainvillea, just like many landscapes that may appear after the bougainvillea.

We often say that life is not a lack of beauty, but a lack of discovery. But even though we have said this sentence and listened to it ten thousand times, we still haven't found beautiful eyes. We always feel that life is too boring and everything is taken for granted.

Actually, it's not. As long as we change our mentality, we will find new scenery everywhere. I think it is precisely because the author has a sentimental heart that loves life and is grateful for life that he can find infinite scenery from his window.

● It rains in the Qingming Festival.

It will be sunny tomorrow, I wonder if it will rain.

The moon is hazy, forgetting this elegant festival that is about to wander in the world. Listening to the Qingming rain in Vae, I recall the past and the old dreams of the world of mortals alone.

Many nights ago, I didn't want to crawl in the real world, and then, against the backdrop of moonlight, I tasted Chun Xue with Chinese style and looked forward to the small ancient rhyme that was cached. I don't want to grow up, but year after year, I pay attention to the water, and it is clear year after year.

I like to float my hair in the drizzle, suddenly silent, naturally pluck a few strings and play a human melody. Time flies, the dream of tile house, stone road and moss green mark outside the home is broken in memory. At that time, that time, that time.

The past is like smoke and the night is cool, so an old friend drinks before the bright moon. There is no trace in the window, and my thoughts are broken. Who wants to sleep in the bead curtain with me?

I don't want to completely strangle myself in the so-called reality, but I still fantasize that I am so unconscious, ignoring all eyes and forgetting all the burdens.

During the Qingming Festival, there are many rains, and the ancient rhyme will always be warm in spring and cool in summer, regardless of the impermanence of the universe.

Yesterday, on the Taihang Mountain, the peaks and peaks were overlapping, but they stood still in an empty space, with hundreds of millions of annual rings. They saw through the fierce days of kites, the shallow bottom of fish, the feelings of misty rain, the stars of the sun and the moon, and wood carvings, and buried their feelings deeply between cliffs. So I began to hesitate. I couldn't find what you were hiding. Good thing I found it. Taihang Mountain is clear. You hid the tears of years in the eyes of those mirrors, and the rain wet your eyes. Then you smiled and asked pedestrians to wash their hands with the mountain spring she had worked so hard to beat. Silent hints, graceful stooping and wrinkles of that day brought me to Taihang Mountain. Things are human, people are emotional, and tears have been torn.

Tomorrow will be sunny, sunny and rainy.

● Comments:

This is an essay with beautiful writing and sincere feelings. Starting from Tomorrow's Qingming Festival, Du Mu's poem "It rains in the Qingming Festival" is full of classical charm. Poetic language, gorgeous but not too rampant words and expressions, read as if we were immersed in the faint misty rain of Qingming.

I also like Vae's On a Clear Rain, but when I listen to the song, what I think of is not the old dream of the world of mortals, but the sentence "I am wandering in the world and can't find your paradise". But what does it matter? It doesn't prevent me from liking the author's article, and I can find some tacit understanding from the author's words.

Clever use of parallelism, handy, a paragraph of text reads like flowing water, overwhelming sadness and light rain, making people seem to be submerged in the author's text. I am so moved, moved by the words, and even more moved by an affectionate and gentle heart behind the words.

The clearness of Taihang Mountain, the vastness of the universe, the hint of that mountain and the silence of that mountain are not fully understood by mortals, but they know that this is the wisdom of heaven and earth. If there is an opportunity, I would also like to climb the Taihang Mountain in the rainy season, see the precipice, kiss the mountain spring, listen to the mountain sounds and talk, and feel the tranquility and ancient atmosphere of Taihang Mountain.

Hope to adopt ~