With all her love. www.biquge.info Perhaps, the deepest love in the world is mother's love. She is always so clear and beautiful, eloquent, wholeheartedly, without expecting to reciprocate, no matter where we go, she will always accompany us to grow up silently.

Dragon Boat Festival, this traditional Chinese festival, but for me because of the traditional colors and strong family affection that has been brought to me, it has gradually become a part of my life that can not be given up casually, and my mother's inheritance does not avoid customs, the fetters in the eyes, the shackles in the breath, and the real life concept of great love created by relatives, not only warmed the years, but also warmed the Dragon Boat Festival, and gradually and deeply affected my life.

The time is as gentle as water, and there are ripples on the calm water. The days flowed inadvertently, and I suddenly realized that this was another year of the Dragon Boat Festival. The flickering of the eyes, the touch of the heart, the guessing of the thoughts, whose footprints are the footprints that gently stepped through our hearts again in May, and left the feelings of this place? Singing softly, whose gentle palms quietly cared for our years and warmed the time of this life? Mother's love warmed the years and warmed our lives. On the occasion of Mother's Day and Dragon Boat Festival, why not let us join hands and wish the whole world a happy Mother's Day and good health, "Mother, you have worked hard!"

This year's summer seems to be extraordinarily long, and I don't know if it's because of the leap month or if the summer is really extended. In the past, it was already "as cool as water at night" during the Qixi Festival, but this year's Qixi Festival was still extremely hot.

Fortunately, after the summer, the weather cooled down, and it seemed that all of a sudden, the summer quietly left. The sycamore leaves outside the window swayed back and forth in the wind, but the heart was as cool as this early autumn night, and the cicadas were gone, the frogs in the pond were gone, the fireflies in the woods were gone, and the world became quiet.

On such days, I like to make a pot of tea, taste bitterness and lightness, and taste all the flavors of the world. As the saying goes, stealing half a day of leisure, sitting alone at the mahogany table, drinking a cup of tea, holding a book of poetry, and reading the stories in Tang and Song poems, it seems that time spans thousands of years and returns to ancient times. The heart also follows the story to become distant and quiet, not remembering the past, not looking forward to the future, only in this time in front of you, enjoy a moment of stability.

Sit, meditate, listen to the rain, and become enlightened. Before I knew it, the tea in the teapot was already cold, and I wanted to add water again, but listening to the sound of rain outside the window, I suddenly didn't want to drink tea. The ancients said: Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, hop tea, not to mention what kind of meaning this eight elegance contains, only to say that the artistic conception in this tea is enough to taste for a long time.

The autumn wind gives birth to Weishui, and the fallen leaves are full of Chang'an. In the rainy alleys of Chang'an, I didn't meet the lilac-like girl, nor did I meet the person who passed by with an oil-paper umbrella. I leaned against the window, listening to the rain, thinking about tea, this dashing autumn rain, whether it was cold, but I don't know whether it was cooling this season, or cooling this person's heart.

When Jie'er asked me to write and read the teacher's article, I couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion, and after reading it carefully, although the words were intense, it was also quite reasonable. It seems that many people like angular articles, with ups and downs, and touching heartstrings. But I can't write it, maybe I have seen too much Bai Luomei, or read too much Lin Huiyin, I just feel that life will eventually return to the dull, why bother to create so many thrilling in the text? You know, at the end of life, it is just a handful of loess scattered with the wind.

Jie'er said, you haven't seen your article for a long time, I was stunned and noncommittal. When you think about it, you really haven't started writing for more than half a month, but every time you want to write, you suddenly don't know where to start, as if you want to say too much, and it seems that there is nothing to say. However, there were always moments when thoughts flowed like water, and then before I could look back, I was interrupted by the sound of falling flowers.

At night, the wind outside the window is faintly cool, the stars are hidden in the clouds, the moonlight is sprinkled with cold light, and the intermittent sound of the piano comes from which building, quiet and light, it seems that the master has a distant heart, a little bit in the forgetting.

The four seasons of Chang'an have become less distinct, and it seems that in addition to winter and summer, spring and autumn have been erased, and it seems that they have never existed in the long river of time. I don't like this kind of city without four seasons, just like the weather is only sun and rain, less windy and cloudy, less cloudy and cloudy.

I suddenly missed the years when I lived in the mountains, and although I lived a poor life, I never had to worry about life. Picking flowers in spring and admiring the moon in autumn, listening to the cool breeze in summer and cooking snow in winter. Many people may not believe it, but this is the real state of my life in those years. The days in the mountains are full of tranquility and simplicity, every tree and grass can see a different world and have different moods, and the city is too tiring for us to live after all.

It's just that I was still young at that time, and there weren't many people who could exist in my memory after all. Fortunately, the green mountains and green waters, blue sky and white clouds, and the fragrance of flowers and birds are enough for me to recall in a strange city later. Even in the most difficult times, as long as you think of the mountains and waters, no matter how hard and tired you are, you don't feel anything. If missing gives me strength, then I'm glad I still have it.

Later, the people I have seen, the things I have encountered, the cheeks I have laughed, and the eyes that I have cried have all been carved with traces that can be crossed out by the years. Just like this clear tea, it fades to a certain extent, and finally even the fragrance of tea is gone. My friend said that this is the floating life. Yes, it's a floating life, not a life.

Life is like a dream and smoke, it will eventually disperse, and all that can be left is those memories, even so, what does it matter? In my life, I have been here, I have never regretted anything, I have never had regrets, I am at ease, I am calm, I do not forget my original intention, and I always have it. I suddenly missed the years when I lived in the mountains, and although I lived a poor life, I never had to worry about life. Picking flowers in spring and admiring the moon in autumn, listening to the cool breeze in summer and cooking snow in winter. Many people may not believe it, but this is the real state of my life in those years. The days in the mountains are full of tranquility and simplicity, every tree and grass can see a different world and have different moods, and the city is too tiring for us to live after all.

It's just that I was still young at that time, and there weren't many people who could exist in my memory after all. Fortunately, the green mountains and green waters, blue sky and white clouds, and the fragrance of flowers and birds are enough for me to recall in a strange city later. The floating world is happy, and you can be at peace with what happens, even in the most difficult times, as long as you think of the mountains and waters, no matter how bitter it is