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From: misty rain and red dust short literature | Time: May 7, 23:06

Maybe it has something to do with my years of meteorological work when I was young. I like watching and enjoying clouds.

Although observing clouds and measuring the sky is no longer my major, I have developed the habit of standing silently in a corner and holding my head to look at the unpredictable clouds in the sky.

"The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields."

Is the sky as high as a dome, or is it like weaving brocade; Whether it's red clouds or dark clouds rolling. Watching all kinds of clouds dance with the wind in the vast ocean often arouses my heartfelt sigh for the magnificence of nature. Accompanied by these sighs, I will also have various associations and deep thoughts on endless life, colorful status quo, human society, beliefs and ideals.

Like all living things, clouds will never stop breathing.

All kinds of water vapor condensation clouds in the air are elegant and elegant, and some are white and flawless. Some are gloomy and dignified, and some are colorful. Clouds are sometimes choppy and sometimes magnificent. Some clouds are like graceful angels in white, some clouds are like nine-day fairies in colorful clothes, some clouds are like demons in black witch clothes, and some clouds are like mighty warriors in armor. Whether the clouds in the sky are accompanied by wind and rain or lightning, it is a magical and proud presentation of the atmosphere and ocean that we can't see.

Clouds in the sky, gathering and scattered in vain. I stood and the savage watched.

It is often said that what we live on is everything on the earth, sunshine and rain. Have you ever thought about it? Our vital survival factor is the thick atmosphere and ocean around Mother Earth.

Man is a biped living at the bottom of the atmosphere and ocean, but we turn a blind eye to the surrounding atmosphere and ocean, and we can't fly freely in the atmosphere and ocean with our bodies. We can't see the horizontal or vertical flow of the atmosphere, the turbulent ocean currents and gorgeous waves in the atmosphere and ocean, and the violent surge in the atmosphere and ocean that is more surging than the magnificent water body and ocean.

Clouds floating in the air are one of the references for us to indirectly see the motion of the atmosphere. Moist water vapor is emitted into the atmosphere from rivers, lakes, oceans, vegetation and the earth's surface. With the flow of the atmosphere and the change of temperature gradient, they cool, heat up, heat up and cool down, forming colorful clouds, so that we can get a glimpse of the movement of the atmosphere in the air.

You see, the beautiful landscape of the earth absorbs the radiation of the sun unevenly and warms the atmosphere with its own body, so the density of the heated near-earth gas decreases and the hot air flow begins to rise to the sky.

High in the sky, the rising warm air gradually cools, and the water vapor in the air gradually saturates and condenses, leisurely forming white light cumulus clouds. The rising airflow holds the bottom of the clouds, and the steamed bread-shaped white clouds are floating in the sky. Beside the white clouds, there is also a goshawk flying in the air by the rising airflow.

Blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green waters ...

At this moment, the atmosphere and ocean are presenting us with the most refreshing natural beauty with a pure and transparent body. No matter you stand on the top of the mountain, on the edge of the green cornfield, on the endless grassland and in the vast Gobi, you will feel the boundless tranquility of nature, and you can't help but integrate your body and mind into the broad embrace of heaven and earth.

Look again, there is a strong airflow blowing in the sky, and several young light cumulus clouds are deformed by the wind, just like white cotton wool. They float gracefully to you and leave you quietly.

At the moment, the sun is setting, the blue sky is clear and the vegetation is lush. Have you ever thought about it? This is nature showing itself with pure three primary colors. Against the background of white clouds, nature is showing you the elegance of nature with the most basic and simple colors.

"There are white clouds in the blue sky, and horses are running under them ..."

When this long-lost song echoes in your ears, you will fully appreciate the purity and beauty of nature even if there is no handsome girl next to you to set off the beautiful scenery around you.

Don't forget, the weather is unpredictable. The earth will absorb a lot of ultraviolet energy of sunlight into strong infrared rays, baking the dense atmosphere that wraps it, and the atmosphere will start to rise anxiously and sharply, and it will rush to a higher sky in order to get the freshest chill.

Those snow-like steamed bread clouds began to deform, and they began to grow wildly, as high as a towering castle in the fairy palace. Driven by the rising hot air flow, the castle rose high until a group of towering black Baiyun Mountain was formed. The "mountain top" full of tiny ice crystals has been blown like a huge anvil by high-altitude strong airflow, and a large cumulonimbus cloud full of ice and fire was born.

In the cumulonimbus cloud, countless tiny water droplets churn, collide, merge, crystallize, melt and recrystallize with the airflow. Powerful airflow surges up and down in the cumulonimbus cloud, and the fierce collision of hundreds of millions of volts of charges causes dazzling lightning and deafening thunder.

In the end, more and more raindrops and ice crystals can't fit in the turbulent airflow, and they are violently thrown down by cumulonimbus clouds, so that everything on the earth is bathed in flurries or hail. This is the fiercest temper that the earth has angered the impatient atmosphere with its fierceness.

Are you willing to be a brave petrel in the face of the storm? Flying proudly in dark clouds and lightning; In the face of the inevitable storm in the course of life, you can shout from the heart like Gorky, the great literary master:-Let the storm come more violently!

Everything is calm again, and the lower atmosphere is endless and soothing like the roaring blue sea. The upper atmosphere is like a breezy sea breeze, sweeping the surface of the lower atmosphere. The upper and lower layers of atmosphere form gentle waves in the air, which are cooled by cold, and the water vapor begins to condense again. Ah-at this moment, a spectacular cumulus cloud appeared in the sky, cirrocumulus.

Did you get a look at him? This is the wave made by the atmosphere and the ocean for us. They lined up in neat formation, row after row, and rushed to the distant sky one by one. Have you ever thought? I want to fly, I want to fly bravely to the waves, sail in a cloud boat, pull up a white cloud as a sail for the wind, and set out for a better future of life, swinging my ideal sculls. ...

The sun is about to set, and the setting sun will pass through a thicker atmosphere. Countless water droplets and ice crystals in the clouds are reflecting colorful sunshine with insignificant young bodies. At this time, you can look up again. Colorful clouds are gorgeous, mountains and rivers are inlaid with gold, beautiful forests are dyed and misty. The most magnificent moment of nature has arrived. At this time, you will find yourself in a vast and colorful oil painting. ...

This beautiful scenery, this realm, what else can bother you? What else can bother you? What else can ruin your beautiful life ideal? What can stop your tireless pursuit of a better life?

The steaming fog is the closest contact between the cloud and you. You want to go to the cloud, and the cloud wants to know you. It covers your eyes with misty gauze, and it is playing hide-and-seek with you. White fog gauze then drifted to the mountains, and white feather gauze surrounded the mountainside, rendering the charm of Qingshan to the fullest. You want to touch it, it floats to the top of the mountain. At this time, it has become a white cloud, lingering on the top of the mountain. The dangerous peak is calling you, come on! Warriors, you people must climb the peak of life without fear.

The bigger cold air mass and hot air mass meet together, more like two powerful Mongolian wrestlers fighting. The cold air mass is sinking vigorously, picking the next three roads of the hot air mass and keeping the hot air mass high. Turning, turning, twisting and falling, the lifted hot air mass rises to a high place, and the water vapor in the body condenses when it is cold, or becomes water droplets or ice crystals. Close battles are inseparable. Although the cold air mass has the upper hand, it is also windy, panting and dangerous. Can't stop the water attack, rain, snow or hail commonly used by the hot air mass above, and the cold air mass is passed by hundreds of millions of tons of rain, and then moistens the thirsty earth.

After the struggle for the "front", it was calm, the sky was high and the clouds were light, Wan Li was clear, everything was like washing, and the scenery was beautiful. People's eyesight can reach the extreme, and the moon is as bright as night.

Cloud, born in water, rises in wind, condenses in dust and disappears in transpiration.

Clouds are tangible when they come, traceless when they go, ever-changing and colorful,

When you feel weak, have you ever thought about the dark clouds rolling? There are countless tiny ice crystals and water droplets, which have powerful destructive power. One man is like an ant, and unity is strength.

Have you ever thought about facing the dark clouds when you are in trouble? The dark clouds condensed by hundreds of millions of tons of water vapor will eventually disperse, and the sun will eventually shine on the earth. Will you let that seemingly mountain of difficulties crush your body?

When you encounter setbacks and face storms, have you ever thought about it? How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?

When you are successful, have you ever thought about facing the clear sky in Wan Li? Without the hard work and baptism of wind and rain, how can we clear the clouds?

Learn to be a rainbow catcher when you lose your goal in life.

Although rainbows are rare, as long as you make unremitting efforts, one day, you will be surprised to find that there is a dazzling rainbow waving to you above the sky. She is showing you the grand arch of your ideal life, and she adds courage to your struggle on the road of life with the color of hope.

One day, when I am old, I think I will take my grandchildren to see the clouds.

I may ask, "Son, have you ever seen the wind?" "Yes, the trees are shaking and the fallen leaves are flying!" "Do you see the wind in the sky?" "..." I pointed with my hand: "Look, there is a cloud. It is a growing cloud like you. It is coming to us with the wind in the air, and she will go further. Come on! Let's make a wish for her together, and let the rain clouds in the wind spread our good wishes for a peaceful life in the world. ...

A poet said: I left quietly ... I waved my sleeve and didn't take away a cloud. I want to say: no, when I leave gently, I would like to turn into an elegant cloud and sneak into the three primary colors of nature quietly, tangible but not tired, leaving no trace to go with the wind. ...

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Have you ever thought? I want to fly, I want to fly bravely to the waves, sail in a cloud boat, pull up a white cloud as a sail for the wind, and set out for a better future of life, swinging my ideal sculls. ...

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For you at the age of ninety.

From: American Literature Day Award | Time: May 1, 2 1:00.

Note: This article is the preface of Rene Liu's new book To Bobby Chen.

Liu wenren

I haven't seen you for a long time, and I won't ask you how you are recently, because your answer is always "alive!" " "In this age of not being ashamed of" cold jokes ",it should be wonderful to insist on such a humorous silence.

I think even at the age of 90, you should still look like a little old man, a little cynical and full of silver hair, but you still feel that you are wandering on an unknown planet in shorts and slippers.

I still remember the way you struggled to write a book as early as that year. In a small shop in Guangfu South Road, a pot of tea and a pack of cigarettes were written down with a pen. Then it's done in the evening. As an assistant, I'll pick you up, go to the recording studio, and then help you type a paragraph into the computer ... This picture seems to be an old thing, and it seems to be a vivid yesterday.

I have been in a panic since you sent me a message asking me to write a preface. How do you write this? Nothing between us is superfluous. Or as you said, you will never write songs for me again, because you don't understand me anymore. I think maybe I don't understand you anymore. And what you don't understand is actually what you really understand. However, all I ask is that if this preface can really help you sell two more books, you owe me a preface next time I publish a book.

Sometimes I hate why my life is still associated with your name, but maybe I should be grateful. Only you can think of the name "milk tea". My friend came back from Tibet and said that my songs could be heard all over the street, because my compatriots on the plateau drank milk tea every day and praised my good name. It's cold, but it's no joke. )

Some people pass by in your life, leaving traces, some are bright colors, and some are dark black and white. Strangely, no matter when, it makes people feel extremely vague. I've had sex with you for a long time. I know you did it on purpose and I enjoyed it. People who leave you leave you because they know you did it on purpose; The people you are with stay because they know you enjoy it, but they have no intention.

Most people just think you are bohemian and self-centered. I can help you clarify. If you are really just what they think, you won't write songs tirelessly for more than ten years. If so, it is impossible to maintain a quiet and sweet family life for a long time. I remember one day when you were drunk, Xiao Yan and I drove you home. On the way, you suddenly woke up and shouted to go to the convenience store to buy two tea eggs and a sandwich. I asked you, "Sheng, can you still eat? You replied in a daze, "My wife asked me to buy breakfast for my son. "Charming Bobby Chen is gone, and this Bobby Chen is a bit disappointing, but this is Bobby Chen that you should be most proud of!

You have played many roles in my life. My father said that when you were in hospital, one night he went to see you alone and sat by the bed. He just said to you, "Thank you for taking my place. Compared with me, you are a better father. 」

You love to ask me, "Are you happy? When my first record after I left Xintiantang was finished, I took a hot new song for you to listen to. You said on the phone, "I don't need to listen, just tell me, are you happy singing these songs?" "If you are happy, that's enough!" I know you did it on purpose. This is an old trick. But up to now, in my work, although I will inevitably make some compromises, I can only sing, and I will keep Master's words in mind.

You said it would be interesting for trees to meet in the sky. At that time, you meant that I was still a seedling, and I wanted to stop being attached to you and learn to grow by myself! Hey, hey, you are always ninety years old and I am eighty years old. At that time, I didn't expect my tree to grow taller than others, nor did I need to grow as tall as others. All I know is that it is enough for me to look at your tree top from a distance.

I came here all my life just to meet you.

From: Classic English | Time: April 17 16: 14.

Thousands of years ago, you and I didn't know each other and didn't love each other. Did we meet you in this life just for the complex carved on the Sansheng stone thousands of years ago?

In this life, I have written down your tenderness with pen and ink, but I have nowhere to find your face. Looking for me to return to the original point, I think you are a line in my memory. You said: You and I will always be passers-by. I said: If so, why did you and I meet? Why do I love? You are silent, I am speechless, but you and I are both looking for unknown happiness. If I were a pen, I would like you to ink for me and spend my life with me.

Gentle, whose dream do you secretly love? A prosperous season. Who's funny? This season, Jiang Nanyu is quiet and constantly wet. Drop by drop, drop into my heart, roll up faint waves and traces, remember my memory of this life, and remember you. A person's night sky, vaguely see you in my heart, take away my attachment and disappear from now on. All I'm waiting for is the memory you took away. Looking back, the horizon is still misty and rainy, like your face, blurred in my eyes.

I waved my sword, without your elegant dance, it was still so bleak. I write freely, without you grinding around me. In this life, I said I was crazy about you, and you turned back silently. If fate breaks up, what am I waiting for? You say it's destiny takes a hand, I say there is no destiny in my world, because there is only you. Time dried up the memory, eroded a little trace, but left desolation everywhere. The tower is very high. I play the piano solo and a song. In the sunset, I watch the sunset, and I am still unfinished. The sunset glow is enchanting, like your face. I look forward to your appearance and sing with me!

I am singing a melancholy poem, and I never seem to leave the original point in the lotus pond under the moonlight. I thought one day you would look back at me. If you and I are just passers-by, why am I still waiting? Waiting for my dream, waiting for you to stay for me, I am guarding the mottled dream, crazy for you, and away from the dust for you. I thought I didn't eat fireworks for you, but it turned out to be a lifelong obstacle that made the world of mortals prosperous but no longer belonged to me.

Years have left a mottled wall, engraved with my attachment, gradually peeling off, but engraved in the bottom of my heart into eternity. You'll never see it again. I am very sad, I just hope that a clear spring can wash away the bits and pieces I left in the dust. I only want a Jiangnan song to wash away my attachment; I'm crazy. I just hope you and I never met. You have never entered my warm heart.

If you are just my passer-by, I would like to describe your beautiful face with my poor writing; If you and I just pass by, I would like to draw your face with trembling hands; If you and I are strangers in the vast sea of people, I would like to use my life to remember the moment when your faint fragrance floated into my heart.

The ancient Sanshengshi swore from this moment that it will last forever and the world will be reincarnated, and the vicissitudes of life will only be a love!

If you are just my passer-by, I would like to wait for you in this life and make you believe that the passer-by is just an excuse for you to return my madness!

If you can understand, love is eternal

From: Classic American English | Time: April 17 17:47.

What is beautiful is words, what is sad is reality, what is gorgeous is life, and what is barren is people's heart; Can be profound, can be shallow, one-sided, two-sided, multi-faceted, interpretation is like a kaleidoscope.

Dandelion's departure seems sudden, dragged with the wind, and as beautiful as a fairy tale, which makes people forget its ruthlessness and romance.

The thatch on the hillside has white flowers.

Very thin.

It seems that there is no weight at all.

Even sunlight can't warm them.

Light it with a 50-cent lighter

Evening sky

The flames seem to be flying.

It's like running away again

Before we fly away

Not extinct

It's all synaesthesia!

Just when I miss dandelion, I can't help thinking of such a poem, white spear flower. When the ancients described it in full swing, it was my belief. I lost the dandelion when I described it as a mast like a sail!

I haven't seen you as often as usual. Your calmness touched my restless heart, without the beauty of eyebrows and eyes, clear as water, without enchanting charm, but simple, casual and quiet. The feeling that touches my heart is very rich. I want to appreciate and taste the beautiful and elegant jade belt, and I want to have it more. Just thinking about it is as refreshing as allowing honey, but I can't wait to miss it. ...

If you can understand, love is eternal

If you are well, it will be sunny.

Say it's flowers, not flowers, say it's fog? Not fog. I often imagine sitting with my friends, not talking about water, just talking about the moon! But imagine ... the fog is thick, the clouds are drunk, the west wind blinds, the east fence is foggy, and the ground is full of sorrow. The world of mortals sighs that life is like a dream and dreams are like smoke. In dreams, people gather and disperse. Every time I read this, if I am speechless, I will be particularly hurt. I will come at midnight and leave at dawn. Flowers bloom and fall in the middle of the night. Who will come and who will go? There are poems and words, shallow and faint, deeply engraved, intertwined in memory, missing, one-third of life, fleeting, leaving missing, but nothing left.

On the clear paper, it is certain whether to scatter or fight, to walk or to flee; Since childhood, I, others, environment, life, times and generations have all given me inculcation, great dreams and lofty aspirations, but they are constantly looming but sometimes strong and sometimes sad.

Nine times out of ten, life is unsatisfactory, of which nine times out of ten is a lifetime, and the other is an instant. The most touching moment is a fleeting moment. Each has its own beauty and position, so there is no need to argue. It is good to blossom in peace.

The long flowing water is rushing, and now is the past of the future. Life and real life are very short, fleeting, how can we leave too much disappointment and helplessness?

Life is a book.

From: Classic English | Time: April17th 20: 1 1

Let's start, my life, from the first page.

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Innocent childhood, the sky is clean, the ground is vivid and everything is beautiful. Every day is so colorful. When you get candy, when you get new clothes, when you get compliments, when you get pocket money, these are the sources of happiness. Happiness lies in contentment, so why not?

Time flies, rebellion is a period that everyone has to go through. Rebellious children are particularly prone to friction with their parents, which is also an important period of growth. Someone once said, "Growth is cruel. Only after experiencing the pain of heartbreaking can we learn a lot. " Maybe, but I think it's too much. There is pain to gain. If you want it, you must pay. There can be no pie in the sky.

When I grow up, I leave my parents and have my own family. I feel very satisfied when I watch the children running around. A stable job, a warm family, a little happiness is enough. I often take my wife (husband) and children to visit my parents. When everything is fine, I want nothing more.

I'm getting old, my children are married, and sometimes I get together and watch everyone around me be healthy and happy, so I can't help laughing. You don't have to worry about things at home, just take your wife's hand and walk slowly, even if there is no language, it is so close.

Family ties are indispensable in life. Without them, people will suffocate because there is no air. Friendship, there are always people coming and going, no one will stay for you forever, maybe they will accompany you for a long time, but when the time comes, the people who should get off will still get off; Love, ups and downs, always lingers between people, until you determine your other half, and the rest of your life will lead to growing old together.

Life is like a tree wheel, each circle has a touching story, but I think life is more like a book, no, maybe it is a book. Everyone squanders his handwriting and shows his life.

Life is a book, happiness is the theme, laughter and crying are the content, and satisfaction is the postscript.

-P.S.

How bright the moonlight is at home!

From: American Literature Day Award | Time: April 2 1 2 1:00.

Xianlin, Moon Hee

Everyone has a hometown, and everyone's hometown has a moon. Everyone likes the moonlight in his hometown. That's probably what happened.

However, if there is only one moon alone, it seems a bit lonely. Therefore, in China's ancient poems, the moon always has something as a foil, mostly mountains and water, and there are countless things like "the mountain is high and the moon is small" and "the moon reflects three pools and prints the moon".

My hometown is on the great plain in northwest Shandong. I never saw a mountain when I was a child. What is Fuchiyama? I once imagined that the mountain was probably a round and thick pillar, standing tall and imposing. Later, when I arrived in Jinan and saw the mountain, I suddenly realized that the mountain was like this! So, I watch the moon in my hometown and never touch the mountains. Just like Su Dongpo said, "The moon rises in Dongshan and lingers among bullfights", which is completely beyond my imagination.

As for water, there is a lot of water in my hometown. Several large pits account for more than half of the village area. In the eyes of my children, although I can't be as magnificent as Dongting Lake's "August Lake here", it is also quite hazy. In summer, after dusk, I lay on the ground near the pit in the yard and counted the stars in the sky. Sometimes it is much easier to light a bonfire under an ancient willow and then shake it on the tree to let cicadas fly down in groups than to stick it with chewed wheat grains during the day. I enjoy it every night and look forward to the evening every day.

Later, I went to the pit and looked up and saw a bright moon in the clear sky, which was bright and radiant, and complemented the moon in the water. Although I don't know what poetry is, I enjoy it and something is stirring in my heart. Sometimes I play by the pit for a long time before going home to sleep. In my dream, I saw two moons stacked together, and the clear light was more crystal clear. The next morning, I got up and went to the reeds beside the pit to pick up the eggs laid by ducks. I flashed in vain and put my hand into the water. When I touch them, it is an egg. At this time, I am happier.

I only stayed in my hometown for six years, and then I left my hometown and wandered around the world. I lived in Jinan for more than ten years, stayed in Beijing for four years, returned to Jinan for one year, then lived in Europe for nearly eleven years and returned to Beijing. It has been more than forty years now. During this period, I have been to nearly 30 countries in the world and seen many moons. I have seen the moon in the beautiful Lemmon Lake in Switzerland, in the vast flat desert in Africa, in the blue sea and on the majestic mountains. These moons are wonderful, I like them very much. However, when I saw them, I immediately thought of the little moon above the reed pit in my hometown and in the water. In contrast, in any case, I feel that these big moons in the vast world can never compare with my beloved little moons. No matter how much Wan Li I left my hometown, my heart suddenly flew. My little moon, I will never forget you!

I am very old now, and the Longrun Garden where I live is Yanyuan Resort. To exaggerate, there are luxuriant forests and bamboos, green water flowing, and several earth mountains dotted among them. The scenery is undoubtedly wonderful. A few years ago, I came back from Lushan to recuperate.

An old friend who was recuperating in Lushan came to see me. Seeing such scenery, he said generously, "Why do you want to go to Lushan Mountain when you live in such a good place?" It can be seen that Longrun Garden is impressive. Because there are mountains, water, trees, bamboos, flowers and birds here, every (3) night, the bright moon is in the sky, and the moonlight shines on the blue waves. At first glance, it is a beautiful place to enjoy the moon. The wonders of moonlight in the lotus pond are right outside my window.

No matter who comes here, can you still enjoy it regardless?

However, whenever I value such beautiful scenery, I still think of the ordinary little moon in my hometown Weikeng. Seeing homesickness on the moon has become a frequent experience for me. Nostalgia is a disease that can neither be described as pain nor happiness, including reminiscence, melancholy, nostalgia and regret. Time flies, and time will never come again. There is sweetness in bitterness.

How bright the moonlight is at home! When can I see the moonlight in my hometown again? I looked at the southern sky and my heart flew to my hometown.