Excerpts from Bing Xin's prose (1) After dinner, I leaned alone by the balcony, letting the cool breeze blow on my clothes.
The Milky Way is full of starlight, shining onto the deep black sea.
From far away, I could hear people laughing and chatting under the stairs, and suddenly I felt that my hometown was getting far away.
The stars are twinkling, the sea waves are roaring, and the people stand quietly, only melancholy.
Mentioning the past events one by one makes me smile happily.
I thank God: in the past twenty years, I have no regrets. Only this separation is a bit shocking to remember!
Really, the most unforgettable thing is the beauty of nature!
At dusk today, the Weibing Lake outside the window shimmers like a sea of ??silver. How cold is the mood?
The dead branches in the autumn wind stand on the shore of the lake, how alienated are they?
How beautiful are the autumn clouds?
The square was suddenly cloudy and clear, and how erratic was my mood during my illness?
Excerpts from Bing Xin's prose (4) In this season, there are no flowers in bloom, no cuckoos weeping blood, only the falling rain, only the rustling of fallen flowers... Then, with the shallow and colorful falling flowers, the rushing water flows from me.
It flows through my heart, and will flow into the distance forever... It's another hot summer, another rainy day, everything has become so familiar, yet so strange.
In the blink of an eye, three years of junior high school life is over and will slowly become history.
Only when she passes away will everything feel close to her and how precious she is.
The four seasons are endlessly reincarnating, and my best and most precious three years of junior high school life have passed by talking and laughing.
No matter whether I have loved or hated, whether I have been happy or depressed, it has already been destined that I will have a deep and deep fate with this junior high school campus, because this is where my most beautiful memories will be recorded forever.
In my precious three years of youth, there are so many memories here that make me inexplicably moved. My most vivid and dynamic life is left here.
The rain is still falling and never stops.
Accidentally, Xin Xiaoqi's "Enlightenment" suddenly sounded in my ears: If possible, I would also like to say that I have been loved and loved, I have lived, I have explored, I have gained and lost, I cherished, I entrusted, no matter what
What result.
I have loved and hated, been happy and depressed.
I have lost count of the many people I have loved, but only those I have loved will always have a sweetness in my heart; I have lost count of the many people I have hated, but only the ones I have hated always make me feel guilty.
; I can no longer remember the countless ups and downs I have experienced. Only the help, touch, tears and joy time and time again are still vivid in my mind.
In the past, we were all a group of people on the road, all scrambling to leave their footprints in the beating story.
I had never looked closely at her in the past, but after she drifted away, I savored it carefully, and suddenly realized that you and I are so innocent, so close, and so cute!
The rain stopped, but the fallen flowers disappeared.
The sun began to show its smile. I looked at the road ahead, and a warm current surged through my heart, filling me with infinite confidence. When I looked back again and thought of the fallen flowers, suddenly, my eyes blurred again, and my heart
And full of all the sadness and tenderness... Excerpts from Bing Xin's prose (5) "Talk about Life" I dare not say what life is, I can only say what life is like.
Life is like a river of spring water flowing eastward. It originates from the highest place, and ice and snow are its predecessors.
He gathered many small streams and formed a powerful torrent, rushing downwards. He zigzagged through the cliffs, overturned layers of sand and soil, carried rolling sand and stones, and flowed away happily and bravely.
He enjoyed everything he encountered along the way: sometimes when he encountered a rocky obstacle, he started galloping angrily, roaring and circling, with the ups and downs of the front and back waves until he passed and overturned the cliff.
Only then did he feel calm and relaxed.
Sometimes he passed by the thin flat sand and saw the red peach blossoms on the bank in the fragrant grass at sunset. He was happy and shy, flowing quietly and singing in a low voice, and spent this period gently.
Romantic trip.
Sometimes he encounters a storm. The lightning and thunder frighten his heart and soul. The strong wind blows him up and the heavy rain hits him. He is temporarily confused and disturbed. After the rain, the sky clears up and only gives him a lot.
The power of new life.
Sometimes he encounters the sunset and the new moon, shining and projecting on him, with some faint warmth in the coldness: At this time, he just wants to rest and sleep, and the power of advancement still urges him to move forward.
Moving forward... Excerpts from Bing Xin's beautiful essays Excerpts from Bing Xin's beautiful essays (1) The sound of laughter and rain gradually stopped, and clear light came faintly from behind the curtains.
Open the window and take a look, ah!
The cool clouds dispersed, and the remaining drops on the leaves reflected the moon, like thousands of fluorescent lights, flickering and moving.
──I never expected that there would be such a beautiful picture after the bitter rain and solitary lamp!
I stood by the window for a while, feeling slightly chilly.
Turning around, I was suddenly dazzled. Everything else in the room was hidden in the light cloud; only the angel in the painting on the wall was immersed in the dim light.
——This angel in white is holding flowers, spreading her wings, and smiling slightly at me.
"It seems like I've seen this smile somewhere before. When did I ever..." I unknowingly sat under the window and thought about it - thinking silently.
The tightly closed curtain of my heart slowly opened, and an impression from five years ago emerged.