Classical

The Zen of Petunia
A small, inconspicuous green and purple seedling, no more than an inch high, just two tuning fork-like leaves, standing all alone on a barren hillside, surrounded by thin soil and grass, not even a tree.
By moladda4 years ago in Fiction
The courtyard in early winter
Another year of winter, the yard ginkgo leaves overnight fell all over the grass, yellow leaves, semi-yellow grass, like a soft bed, the sun shines warmly on the earth, no summer enthusiasm, shining on people, lazy, if there is a pillow, you can sleep comfortably on the grass will be.
By BlossomParker4 years ago in Fiction
The Rhythm of the Violin
When I was a child, I saw people playing the violin, and the beautiful melody flowed in the sound of the violin, which made people feel comfortable and relaxed. Therefore, I envied the violinist and felt that I could have a violin of my own, just like the violinist.
By BlossomParker4 years ago in Fiction
The book seller on the street
My family lives in the pedestrian street, after dinner often take my young son to go shopping, Jiangnan pedestrian street is not as lively as Jiangbei, but since the street on both sides of the placement of some selling Quzhou three heads, Jinyun baked cake, Hunan stinky tofu and many other snacks. The middle of the street placed a lot of clothes, cell phone film stalls, but also people come and go, lively up.
By BlossomParker4 years ago in Fiction
My Little Garden
The winter sun shines from afar, crossing the balcony and entering the living room through the glass door. The golden ultraviolet light touches the sofa, meets the coffee table, and the objects and utensils in front of it, then sends a warm embrace and blends together, and the unobstructed light beam is reflected on the snow-white walls and bright floor, framing a three-dimensional painting of light and shadow in the living room.
By BlossomParker4 years ago in Fiction
It's Poignant and Heartbreaking
On this day, the sky was clean and blue like an emerald, and the sun was trying to burst forth and shine brightly all around them.
By BlossomParker4 years ago in Fiction
The battlefield of life
Written in 2021 on the sixth day of the first month after the car accident of the mother, the father on the eighth day of the first month after the car accident ......
By BlossomParker4 years ago in Fiction
The Purse
As far as I can remember my mother did not have a real purse, she always wrapped the money in a handkerchief and carried it in her arms. The money inside did not look like much, but when we needed it, my mother would not hesitate to open it.
By BlossomParker4 years ago in Fiction
I'm ashamed of my mom
I have been working hard, living hard, pursuing my dreams hard, just hoping to succeed, hoping to get my life together. Its purpose is to make my mother happy for me, so that my mother will not worry about me.
By BlossomParker4 years ago in Fiction
The Bitter Chicken
In fact, the chicken was originally a domestic chicken, but its owner, Liao Ma, moved away and never came back, so it became a wild chicken with no control over the day and no land to collect.
By BlossomParker4 years ago in Fiction
The melody hidden in the heart
Sunday, nothing to do, walking through the bustling streets, to a quiet alley, suddenly, a long-lost audio floating and came, instantly haunted my whole body, straight into the heart of the softest part.
By BlossomParker4 years ago in Fiction
Who moved the strings of the blossoms
You know what. 　　In a previous life I was a fleeting flower. The momentary life to perceive the ebullience of the wind. I opened the fragrance of a lover's eyes and absorbed your warm, melancholy gaze. You pity the pity of a flower that is easy to pass away, so that I in this life to step through the sea of persistence, to find the figure of your fantasy dream.
By BlossomParker4 years ago in Fiction