Introduction: The most beautiful encounter in the world is yourself.
The writer Xi Murong once took a train through the mountains, and after the train passed through a long tunnel, his eyes suddenly lit up.
She inadvertently looked back at the hill behind her and was shocked to see a tung oil tree full of white flowers on the hillside.
She said: "I almost cried out at that time, and I wondered how there was such a tree, so careful to fill itself with all the flowers, and could not see the green leaves, standing on the hillside like a canopy." ”
She wanted to look more closely, but as soon as the train turned, the tree was out of sight.
This oil tree that inadvertently appeared in Murong Xi's life was amazingly beautiful, standing alone on the mountain, like a relict fairy.
After she went back, she kept thinking about the flowering tree, unable to calm her mood for a long time, thinking that if she hadn't inadvertently looked back, she would never have seen such a beautiful flower, and those small white flowers could only slowly wither away at any time.
If no one witnessed the beauty of those flowers, how sorry it would be for the tree, so she had the feeling to write "A Blossoming Tree", which became a love classic.
The most beautiful encounters in the world are not to be arranged, perhaps just a look back, a shoulder rub.
The most beautiful beginning in the world must also be an unexpected encounter.
<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" > when the flowers bloom, there will always be eyes that find beauty</h1>
When I was in college, I joined the poetry club because I loved poetry, and I remember that one year we held a grand poetry reading
So we read a lot of beautiful classic poems, but the one we like to read most casually is "A Blossoming Tree".
A student sister chose this poem to participate in, and on the elegant stage, with classical and somewhat poignant music, as soon as the girl opened her mouth, we were intoxicated.
Since then, whenever Xiaoyun and I walk on the campus and see the cherry blossoms and plum blossoms in full bloom, we will unconsciously read out "How to let you meet me, in my most beautiful moments", while entertaining ourselves, while looking forward to meeting that person.
In the splendid and beautiful Fanghua, which young boy is not in love, which girl is not pregnant with spring.
I once saw a saying: "The most beautiful scenery in the world is those whose first hearts are unknown." ”
But if the initial heartbeat has been unknown, for a long time, it may gradually disappear.
Encounters are beautiful, but if there is no encounter, long waiting is not coming, for that encounter, have you ever tried to grow religiously in the sun? Have you ever waited by the side of the road he had to pass?
If not, try to grow into a flowering tree now, because someone will always see you.
One spring, I went out to walk in the green, in an ecological park with signs of barren mountains, walking down a small dirt mountain, in the place where the path was about to turn, I suddenly saw a tung tree, and the small white flowers had begun to wither slowly.
I couldn't help but stop and look at them for a long time, "A Blossoming Tree" suddenly came to mind, and I thought of the poetry club again, and I remembered the "How to let you meet me?" with Xiao Yun. In my most beautiful time".
The encounters in the world are so wonderful, and in retrospect, my encounters with all the beautiful flowers happened inadvertently.
I remember three years ago in the backyard of the township government, one evening I suddenly saw a large catalpa tree full of flowers in the sunset, and small purple and white flowers sprinkled all over the branches.
The petals were dense and thick, although they had fallen to the ground, the branches were still covered with heavy flowers, obviously she had been there for a long time, and had grown into a towering tree, nearly 20 meters high, but I had not found that when she was full of flowers, she was so beautiful, so enthusiastic in the quiet countryside.
She has been standing there for many years, even if she can't meet me, she still follows the law of beauty, naturally open, still beautiful, maybe she knows, I may be late, but not absent!
<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" > as long as the flowers bloom, there is always hope</h1>
When I was a child, there was a wild oil tree in the east of the village, which grew in the mountains in a disorderly way, and every year after the flowering we waited for the fruit, in the poor countryside, the children never had a good look at the flowers, the only thing they expected was to quickly tie the trees.
Autumn has just arrived, the oil tung tree is full of fruit, our hometown dialect is called tongzi, as soon as school is over, many children in the village will carry cloth pockets or carry small bamboo baskets to the stone to pick up the tung seeds, and our sisters will also join in.
Mom and Dad said that Kirito can squeeze oil, pick it up and dry it and sell it for money, although I don't know what the use of Kirito is, but as soon as we hear that it can be sold, we boil up and fight to pick it up without fatigue.
Poor children have known since childhood that their families are poor, looking at the hard work of their parents, they naturally know frugality, as long as they can exchange money for wild vegetables and wild fruits, they want to sell them.
When the flowers bloom, it is a good spring. The result is a harvest year.
Many years later, when I read Murong Xi's "A Blossoming Tree", in addition to longing for love, I had a more layer of reverence for the thief of time.
Yan Xiaoyi: The world is not simple, but you have to be simple