Our story

I watched the girl we chased together in those years quietly. In the 1980 s, our story. Those laughter, tears, pursuits, confusion… Life ups and downs, just like yesterday. There are slight smiles and slight injuries…. I like that beautiful picture, a section of cement wall with lead gray, which is old and mottled, and faintly shows the vicissitudes that are coming. The background is gray and blue sky. Several well-dressed children sat on the wall horizontally, making the light gray embellishment lively. The picture is concise and extremely beautiful, touching the bottom of my heart. Several pairs of bare feet shook leisurely on the wall, looking deeply into the distant sky, telling their own future. Carefree youth, pure and undyed heart and beautiful future must all be realized…. The camera lens is closer, and the eyes of pairs of young people are fixed. In that sight, besides the beautiful vision, there is clearly ignorance and hesitation. A glimpse of the floating light reflects the white light of youth on this gray and blue picture. After 80 s, what did you think of at this moment? Youth? Dream? Or those faintly lost helplessness and gradually old desolation? Young people don’t know the taste of sorrow, love the floor. Fall in love with the floor, and worry about giving new words. Now I know the feeling of sorrow, but I still want to say it. Unspoken, but road Day cool and good autumn. Time goes by like a blink of an eye. Looking back, it is already two days. Thinking of this poem again, it was clearly a young girl’s generous speech in front of her eyes, but her mood was as desolate as late autumn. At this moment, what did you think? Youth, dreams, reality, flashy. It seems that there is still a faint lack and helplessness behind the plain.

Like (prose editor: prose online) change the way to continue to stay with this city

I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends…

[Original essay] string words

Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or…

Forever military dream

Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually…

Spring rain

I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan…

Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified)

Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree…

Self

The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…