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Black and white photo, my mother held me in her arms, and my brother snuggled up to my father's lap. I saw my clear eyes when I was a child. My brother wore a small clip to overcome it, and his eyes were full of simplicity and ignorance.
The wind messed up my mother's hair, and her sideburns fluttered with the wind, whispering to her hard-working and hard-living face. Dad's smile is shallow and silent, just like the old house behind him. Although weather-beaten, he worked hard silently to protect the children in his arms from growing up.
The old house in the photo is my home when I was born. I went home with my father and brother last year and found that it was devastated. Broken baskets, rotten cans, chicken coops and kennels were thrown into the broken yard. That wooden door, mottled and peeling, looks lonely in the sun. Only the stone wall piled with cement has been eroded by wind and rain, tenaciously supporting its vicissitudes.
Dad took my brother and me to stay in front of the old house. From the deep wrinkles on his face, I can feel his wordless sadness and nostalgia. He paved every brick and stone in this old house, and he walked inch by inch on each side of the land. A plant, a piece of rubble, a whirlpool and a commotion are vividly presented to us. Thirty years, fast or slow, memory, bitter or sweet?
After 30 years, the beautiful couple has become an old lady, and the lovely and innocent child has become a middle-aged person with a lot of worries. These thirty years have been turned upside down, and things have changed, but he stayed in front of my old house for a while.
He said this was his home. At this moment, I understand that his home is not a house, a place, a space, but a period of time. In the shadow of that time, my brother and I chased and frolicked in front of the house, and my mother sat on the bench to mend worn-out clothes, using dense needles and threads.
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In the photo, on the grassland, in the shallow sunshine, I tilted my face slightly and enjoyed the sunshine pouring on my face. The wind diffuses gently from the grassland, gently brushing my hair, gentle as a dream. I stand in the boundless green, with a lifetime of mood, looking at the white clouds swaying in the blue sky like a mirror, like a blooming white lotus, from
Heat gushed from the top of the mountain. I stood on the grassland in the sun, dumbfounded: how can I appreciate this beauty and get a panoramic view of this magnificence?
The sky and clouds, mountains, primitive, the distance from top to bottom, one blue and one white, one green and one green, Ran Ran's footsteps go up and extend to infinity. Looking at it, I suddenly felt very moved and felt that "the sky is vast and the universe is infinite; There is a secret of joy in sorrow, and it is empty to know surplus, and suddenly I feel the sadness of "only the infinity of heaven and earth, mourning the long diligence of life"
Between heaven and earth, I, a speck of dust, are just like everything else. In the final analysis, it's not all "there is no way to achieve great things, so why should the cloud live?" Since it comes from the air, it should go into the air.
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This one, at dusk, in the vast sea of flowers, my daughter and I danced in it. I smiled clearly, and she smiled charming. Red, yellow, white, blue and purple, all kinds of wild flowers emerge from the earth in a delicate way. In the gorgeous sunset, they are close to the angry weeds, and the shadows of the old women are hidden, which looks like Romeo singing a love song to Juliet. Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and the sea of flowers filled the sky, dancing with the wind, just like the breeze and the bright moon lapping on the shore. My daughter reached out and picked it, and the fragrance of flowers spread around with the fresh and cool smell of grass, like silk, mixed with dusk and laughter. Colorful flowers and plants, sounds in the wind and shadows in the light make you want to worship the glory and ultimate beauty of this moment.
At this moment, I finally realized the shock of "eyes are born for vision, and beauty is for beauty". I "watched" the beauty of this moment, took out my camera and wanted to leave forever. However, with my poor skills, how much beauty can I shoot? I looked at the sky, clouds, flowers and grass, and suddenly understood: is it not my eyes, but my heart that looks at the world?
I put away my camera and took pictures of every moment I saw with my heart. The moment I took the photo, I felt strongly that eternity was fleeting, fleeting, fleeting.
I looked down at the flowers in my hand. Isn't this "a flower for a moment, a leaf for eternity"?
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In the photo studio, the female boss looked at the photos I was going to print and exclaimed, "It's really meaningful to look at the photos of your family." I smiled slightly and looked at the people and things I love in the photo: husband, children, in-laws, parents, relatives, friends, or the sky, the earth, flowers and trees. These beautiful expressions and gestures are beautifully fixed at a certain moment. It suddenly occurred to me that there is an infinite universe in a grain of sand, and there must be a constant time in an instant.
Watching, watching, I slowly feel a sense of happiness and satisfaction, and I slowly feel dizzy.