Ji Guang Pian Yu in the ice age

Preface: The ice age is far away. I compare the third year of senior high school with the Ice Age and regard myself as a surviving mammal. Having seen enough of the white and blank world, the Jurassic period of life has become a thing of the past, and huge ice blocks the future. No one answered me when we could get out of this flood. I carve my mood on the ice every day as the spring left by Ji Guang Pian Yu for the next life. Maybe I couldn’t get through that day, but I still enjoyed it. CHAPTER1 if love 1. I missed the sunny day, and said to the raindrops alone; I missed the one who loved you, and took care of the loneliness silently. 2. If you have to accompany me, this life will not change 3. I am behind you, lonely 4. We swear forever, and we will be distracted after everlasting. You are still my other half, but the other half I don’t want to mention. 5. The Yingying Lake in your eyes has become the sea that I can’t fly. No matter how hard I tried, I finally fell into the sea before landing. I waited for the vicissitudes of life. Once the sea, now the flower sea. 6. We still live in the same world, but only become the background of each other. 7. Memory is the fault of time and the empty city burying the past. 8. I don’t forget it, but I just don’t want to mention it. 9. Sometimes I find that you are as far away as the future 10. Time is the antidote with side effects. I drank him, forgetting you and myself. CHAPTER2 1. I cut off all the useless branches, leaves and leaves, looking forward to a spring of my own that I can fight in high school. But I found that dreams are always out of reach when they are uncovered in secret. After losing, I still stubbornly looked at the distant place where I was hiding in the future, but the elevation angle was bigger 3. In the third year of senior high school and the ice age of life, only three things supported me to go on: music, friends and my bald pen. 4. Sometimes, I really look like fireworks that cannot escape. No matter how high you fly or how beautiful you are, you cannot escape the fate. I tried hard to go up, let the air squeeze, and everything was high-spirited before falling. Falling on the cold ground, I was laughed at by the burning night. Moreover, the higher you fly, the worse you fall. 5. I lit the yellow paper to pay tribute to grandma I had never seen before. Looking at the ashes all over the sky, I couldn’t help living a sad life. Who will accompany me hundreds of years ago, and who will hold a memorial ceremony for me after hundreds of years. People lying in the grave will not think, while people standing outside the grave will not think. 6. In the season of cherry blossom falling, we can’t tell whether it is catkin or catkin wandering in the sky. I think of Magic City and listen to the Magic City of VAE 7. When I am sad, I will say nothing in this way, thinking about those things that disturb my heart. At this time, the stars will hide in the sky, blink, and the moon also pulls its head, waiting for your statement at any time. The stars are everywhere, the heart is full, and the sadness is walking alone on this road. 8. Life rhythm of a mess, late to get up early, noon endlessly. The old machine left by last century, which was on the verge of being scrapped all day long and seldom excited but still running. I bought a pack of coffee but didn’t use it. I don’t know what day this is, but I still insist and hold high spirits in the dark. 9. The countdown was wiped out, and the dazzling red turned into darkness. The black hole with cloudy face even lost the light. 10. On both sides of the road, there is a scene of hurrying back. Green is too high-spirited, which contributes to the long journey. Chestnut flowers bloom, white like its flanged leaves. I don’t know whether this single journey is heading for happiness. CHAPTER3 Qingping music burial memory clothing combination, residual red with sorrow. The autumn wind is heartless and cold, and the leaves are withered. The sleeves are full of chrysanthemum fragrance for several generations, and I write a single description and think lightly. Seeing that the goose was broken, I was anxious, but my face turned yellow and my heart was tired. Paying tribute to Nalan Magnolia is just ordinary, smiling side by side, the sky is far away. But as first, yellow leaves fall green water cold. The eyebrows were locked tightly, and the toast was folded outside the Long Pavilion. Looking far away, the west wind blew the flute with tears. Magnolia makes the ancient words decisive if life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan. The frowned eyebrows were locked out of the Smoke City, and Xie Tangyan was wet with tears. Red beans do not change the color of lovesickness, but the Green Mountain still changes its heart. Xiaokai red note will be sent, full of thoughts may become a piece. 2011.1GHM 2011. 9. 11 Cai Changqing, School of Information, Huaibei Normal University (I write my heart)

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