Prose near a laurel tree

Adjacent to a laurel tree, I often meet her gentle and quiet eyes. Day after day, she stood in the morning sun, in the wind and rain, in the thunder and lightning. I sit in my humble room day after day, sitting in front of the screen, moping. She is slim and beautiful, without thick branches, but she has grown lush trees. The lush branches and leaves are crowded and scattered. I often think that she is a quiet and beautiful lady, who grew up in Shenzhen and was infiltrated by Tang poetry and Song poetry with a low sadness in her heart. She often raises a pair of clear eyes and looks up at the blue sky above her head and the clouds that change her attitude. Maybe she sighed softly, but the sigh was blown away by the breeze before it reached my ears.

Adjacent to a laurel tree, I often hear her talking to her neighbors. Her neighbor is a tall cedar, a charming cherry tree. Spring is full of flowers, and cherry trees stretch their lazy bodies and clean their temples in the afternoon of spring. When a gust of wind passed, she smiled and the flowers trembled. Below her was a colorful scene. "Hey, why do you look like this all day, and don't put on more colorful clothes? It's spring now. " The cherry tree threw a disdainful glance at the laurel tree, and it was impolite. Gui Shu just smiled and looked at the unscrupulous beauty of her female neighbor, admiring her pink skin and elegant dress, and secretly pitying the fate that she was about to face, "If you don't lament for me, people will die." In summer, tall and strong cedars are full of vitality. After the rain in Chuqing, the pine needles were covered with crystal dew, shining like stars in the sun. Cedar is a little embarrassed. A big boy decorated with these beautiful beads did not make the girls laugh. So he shook his body hard, trying to shake off the dew, but the dew wouldn't fall easily. His face was flushed with anxiety. Sister Gui Shu also advised him, "Don't shake off the beautiful dew. Who says all men have to wear formal clothes? Some ancient men still wore hairpin flowers on their heads. Don't you see how many people's eyes are attracted by this cloak full of pearls? " In August, when all the trees are dormant in the autumn wind, they are worried about the season of falling leaves. Osmanthus fragrans blooms quietly, like rice grains, and the golden osmanthus fragrans blooms according to the thick green leaves of the tree. In the silent night, there is a faint fragrance in the air. Whenever a gust of wind blows, people can't help but stop under the osmanthus tree: "What a beautiful osmanthus, what a beautiful moon!" " "Guishu saw people's affectionate gaze in the moonlight. She stood quietly, neither sad nor happy, nor angry, as if remembering those long waits, lonely winter days, hot summer days and boring spring days. ...

Adjacent to a osmanthus tree, I dreamed of the Tang Dynasty on an autumn night. It is also such a quiet moonlit night in my dream. A thin man, dressed in elegant clothes, walked alone in the moonlight in Shan Ye. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I heard him chanting softly: "People are idle and osmanthus flowers fall, and the night is quiet and the mountains are empty." When the moon comes out, the birds are startled, and the sound enters the spring stream. "Osmanthus fragrans, valleys, the moon, mountain birds and running water, I am intoxicated in this quiet poem. I really want to sleep for a thousand years, reach that valley and meet that elegant poet.

I am happy by the laurel tree. Whether I look at her or not, she is there, standing there quietly. The eyes she looked at through autumn water were neither sad nor happy. From her eyes, I saw the courage to watch and the meaning of waiting. I see that the happy days are gone and smile at me.