Chapter 35 I like

I love being alive, life is so full of joy. I like the sunshine in winter, unfolding in the confused morning fog.I like the tranquility and distance, I like the light and heat without noise, and at noon, the playground is full of people sitting and basking in the sun, the original and simple image always deeply moves my heart. I like to walk through the narrow mountain paths in the spring breeze. The poisonous grass is like a delicate red lantern, and it is stretched and knotted all the way.I like to look up at the sharp little buds on the treetops, the very tender yellow-green with an innocent pink-it seems to be ready to give something, to show something.That frail and lively demeanor often taught me some of the most beautiful truths without words.

I like to see a flat, oily and shiny seedling field.The tiny seedlings are densely packed together, like a velvet blanket woven from the feathers of many kingfishers. It always arouses my desire to lie down on it. I like the eternal day in summer, and I like to sit alone on the balcony next to the mountain in the windy evening.The rice waves in the small valley are pushing, and the beautiful rice fragrance is rolling.Slowly, the gorgeous clouds were wiped away, and the soft evening stars came into place one by one.I like to look at the scenery like this, and I like to sit in that comfortable box.

I like to look at the reeds all over the mountain, whitening sadly in the autumn wind.On the hillside, on the water's edge, the beauty is so desolate.At that time, Liu told me that he got a poem in his dream: "Mist trees and reed flowers connect rivers and whites."I want to make up a quatrain, but I can't bear to change it.I want to connect into an ancient style, but I can't recite the equivalent sentences anymore.So far it is just a poem, a beautiful and isolated artistic conception. I also like dreams, and I like the strange enjoyment in dreams.I always dreamed that I could fly and jump over hills and rivers.I always dream of strange colors and pleasing shapes.I dreamed of brown horses with shiny manes blowing in the wind.I dreamed of flocks of wild geese resting in the grass on the river bank.I dreamed of a sea of ​​lotus flowers, completely without borders, showing off the faint fragrance of red in the distance - these are all things I have never seen before.I can't forget the dream of watching the sunrise in front of a purple mountain - it must not be purple, but the green lanthanum reflects the rising red sun, so I imagined such a strange mountain scene in my dream.

Of course, I also like mountains in real life, and the long window in my office faces the mountains.Every time I sit by the window, it is always covered with green, an indescribable softness.In the distance, the white cross on the steeple of the church stands tall in the transparent sunlight, propping up the blue sky. I also like flowers, no matter what kind, I like thin autumn chrysanthemums, rich roses, lonely lilies, and leisurely jasmine.I also like the unknown small wildflowers that bloom in the deep mountains.Cross-shaped, dendrobium-shaped, star-shaped, spherical.I strongly believe that God, when he made all flowers, gave them the same honor.

I like another kind of flower, which blooms on people's smiling cheeks.When I was in the alley on a cold morning, the pale lady at the door smiled and said, "Morning!" I suddenly felt that the world was so kind, my fingers curled up in leather gloves no longer felt stiff, and the air was filled with kind. When I arrived at the station and started to wait for the bus, I liked to see middle school students with short hair and ears, such energetic middle school students who were as happy as little sparrows.I like their beautiful broad and clear forehead, and lively and clear eyes.Every time I look at them it always reminds me of myself, as if I'm still one of them.Still purely full of fantasy, still so easily moved.

When I sit down at my desk in my office, I like to have the day's mail delivered to me.I love reading letters from my friends, life without them is unimaginable.I like to read letters from my younger brothers and sisters. Those naive and simple sentences always make me see the small town in the south that is full of phoenix flowers again through tears.I can't forget that that summer, De sent me a fern leaf from the highest mountain.In such a hot climate, I suddenly felt a sweet and refreshing coolness. I especially love letters from readers, although I don't always have time to reply.Every time I read these letters, I always feel a special excitement.In this world, maybe someone has seen something through me.Isn't that enough?I don't need to exist forever, I want what I believe to be the truth to last forever.

I put the letters in many small boxes, and those concerns and friendships are well preserved. In addition to letters, I also like to read a little book, especially at night, under a lonely lamp.I am not a very diligent person, I only like to read books on lyrics and music.Sometimes it involves some quaint prose, and occasionally I force myself to read some simple English books. I like the lively changes in their words. When I am not reading at night, I like to open the curtains and look at the sky, and see the stars that are as bright as spring flowers in a garden.I prefer to look at the slightly shaking lights in the mountains in the distance.It's so blurry and soft, is there a person who reads at night in it?

Among the books, I can't help but love those yellowed thread-bound books. When I hold them, I feel that I am holding a beautiful tradition. The dark paper contains a kind of classical beauty.It naturally occurred to me that a few people had written it and a few people had read it.They may have all passed.The rise and fall of history and the iteration of characters are so illusory, only the wisdom in the book will last forever. I like to sit in the living room of Professor Wang's house, holding a thread-bound Kunqu opera score in the soft glow of the floor lamp.When he raised the old shiny brown flute to his lips, I began to sing lightly, pressing the stencil, and the soft and sultry water mill tone echoed in the room, lonely and empty, like Jiangnan A pool of gentle spring water.My heart felt a kind of helpless melancholy in that ancient music.

That's how I like many old things. That small towel was obtained in the Father's Day essay competition of Children's Weekly in the fourth grade of elementary school.That corner of granite was broken by Xiaoman when he graduated from elementary school, and each held half of it.That doll was my most faithful childhood companion.That brush diary was forced to be written by the teacher when I was seven years old.Those two candles were put on the cake for me by my classmates on my twentieth birthday... I like these treasures, so that I often sit around all night, immersed in many happy memories.

I love looking through old photos and seeing that little girl with big eyes and braids.I especially like the one sitting in the cradle, such a sweet and carefree era!I often think of my mother saying to me: "No matter what happens to you in the future, always remember that people still have a happy life." Yes, I am proud, I have a happy life-not just a time, I believe that It is a long time in a lifetime. I like to examine old works one by one. If I see shortcomings in previous works, I can't help but be happy-I'm making progress!I'm not stopping!This is the happiest thing I've ever done, and I love progress!

I love beautiful trinkets like earrings, necklaces, and brooches.It's so sparkling, subtle, and ingenious.They are all lying in a beautiful little pot, showing off different beauties, I like to look at them from time to time, and wear them on my body. I just like this loose and leisurely life. I don't like the precise allocation of time, and I don't like the tense arrangement of programs.I like a lot of impractical things, and I like ample time for contemplation. I like the clear Sunday morning, when the low sacred music hits the walls of the church, I suddenly rise to another realm, no disturbance, no war, no jealousy and anger.The future of humanity had a new light, and that certainty of faith carried me to a higher realm of life. I love being by the creek at dusk.There was no one around, so I stretched my feet into the water—the stream that was so beautifully illuminated by the setting sun, the fine sand flowed between my toes, and the petals of some kind of white flower drifted away with the waves, and it disappeared after a while—this is I found that it was not white petals, but just waves stirred up by rocks.Sitting, sitting, like a warm trickle flowing between heaven and earth.He bowed his head and meditated, the red glow of Manxi River dazzled his eyes, and for a moment he felt that his feet were soaked in a bowl of flower juice! I prefer river beaches without water, covered with vines as high as human shoulders.Looking at it at sunset, there are endless white stones, which have a sense of desolation and desolation.The piles of stones piled up the generosity of people's hearts.I like that kind of feeling, as if listening to people calling Qin Zang in the canyon, the aftertaste of desolation is endless. I like things that others don't pay attention to, like the cypress that was ignored on the lawn, the cypress that shrank under the tall cypress.Every time I walk by it, I always stop, smell the fragrance, and take a look at his humble look.Sometimes I wonder if it is humble, because maybe it doesn't feel the existence of Lone Cypress at all.Or maybe even though he knew that there was a dragon cypress, he didn't think there was any difference between greatness and ordinaryness—in fact, there was indeed no difference between greatness and ordinaryness. I like friends and I like to visit them when I'm not expecting them.I especially like to knock on the wet door on rainy days. It is so beautiful to talk in front of the rainy window. I remember that time when I visited Zhi’s mountain residence in the middle of the country. I will never forget her exclamation when she saw me.When she ran and jumped to meet me, the sun on the mountain seemed to be blazing suddenly.We walked under the shade of the sunflowers and talked slowly.That charming afternoon was like a brisk tune, which was played in a short while. What I like very much, and I like it with some reverence, is the sea.The vastness, the indifference, both make me heartbroken.And the majestic weather, the steady demeanor, and the unfathomable depth have always been silent challenges to human beings. I like home, I never knew I would like home like this.Whenever I come back from the outside and see the narrow red door, I feel happy and proud. How wonderful it is that I have a home! I also like to sit by the window and wait for him to come home.Although there are so many pedestrians passing by, I can always distinguish his footsteps.That was easy enough, if there was a sound of footsteps, running as soon as he entered the alley, and it sounded like heavy, rapid strides, then he must be back!I like the sound of him putting the key in the door lock, and I like hearing him gasp and call my English name as soon as he enters the door. I love when I sit in the living room after dinner.Light like gauze, gently scattered.I like to listen to some concertos, while holding a small porcelain teapot to warm my hands.At this time, I can vaguely imagine the leisurely retreat of some pastoral life. I also love the outdoor life and I love riding the bike side by side with him.When we went to church together on Sunday morning, the two cars were sitting side by side on the road at dawn, and the golden waves of the rising sun splashed to both sides. I felt that it was not a bicycle, but an airship riding the wind and waves, in the silent Gliding while singing.I seem to be suddenly back to the age when I just learned to ride a bicycle, so excited, so happy, so exclusive-I like this time. I like rainy days.I like to listen to the sound of the rain in front of a dim light.The drizzle is like silk, like a gentle reminder of the day.At this time, I like to share an old umbrella with him and go for a walk.Strings of crystal water drops hang down from the umbrella—a beautiful pearl curtain.So there began to be our peaceful and isolated world under the umbrella, and our strings of past events lingered under the umbrella. I like to look up and talk to him after reading a chapter, I like to imagine many things, "If I die first," I said calmly, but there was unreasonable sadness in my heart, "what will you do?" "Don't be silly, you silly boy." "I like to know, you must tell me, what will you do if I die first?" He looked at me stunned. "I want to leave here and go to a far away place. I don't know what to do. In short, it is a very remote and wild place." "Are you leaving the house?" I asked eagerly, looking around at the cottage, which was furnished like a purple dream valley.My heart felt a sharp pain in my imagination. "No, I'm going to desperately earn a lot of money to buy this house." He said slowly, his voice suddenly became sad and deep: "Let everything be kept as it is. Oh no, let's stop talking nonsense!" I couldn't help but burst into tears, I don't understand why I like to ask such questions. "Oh, don't be crazy," he reassured me, "we will die together. Think, how beautiful, we will go to the grand party in the kingdom of heaven together!" I like to take his word for it, I like to imagine stepping into eternity with him. I also like to imagine the old days alone, it must be beautiful at that time.It's like the scene of the sunset all over the sky.Then there is nothing to contend for, nothing to linger on.Everything is faded, far away, and indifferent.At that time, wisdom was deep and clear, love gradually mellowed, and life began to slowly transform, so as to enter another quiet and beautiful world.Ah, at that time, at that time, when I looked up to see the avenues of gold, the gates of jasper, and thousands of horns that greeted me, I must have been very motivated and very satisfied. I like it, I like it, I like it all deeply!I love being able to fill my heart with so many likes!