Woman such as flower

I have a flower planted in my heart, which is in bud and faint. I am waiting for the dynasty and the Twilight. People with heart come to dream, women flowers, swaying in the world of mortals —– women are like flowers and dreams —- like spring breeze coming and going, women are like flowers and flowers like dreams, fate does not stop, like spring breeze coming and going, women are like flowers and flowers like dreams, women are like flowers and dreams. Women are like flowers, flowers are like dreams, a song of Anita Mui, deep and graceful, touching the heartstrings of countless people, making people intoxicated for a long time —– women are like flowers, flowers are beautiful, girls are like poems, fragrance is overflowing, the feelings of young girls are always poems written by Liang Yusheng in the tenth chapter of “record of ice washing sword”: the heart of middle-aged people is as strong as wine, and the feelings of young girls are always poems. Young girls are beautiful flower seasons and innocent, full of romantic expectation and yearning for the future, it is as beautiful as poetry. Just like fresh gardenia, pure and spotless, elegant in the wind, attractive fragrance, how many people stop to look back! Women are like flowers, and young women are the most charming and kind, romantic and enthusiastic, just like blooming cherry blossoms in full bloom, for work; For lovers; For children; For parents, they work tirelessly and use their own gentleness, amorous Feelings, sweetness, tolerance, in the busy life, fully present, give your gentlest feelings, the deepest love, the most sweet words to the closest people around you, without complaint or regret. Women are like flowers. Women are sincere and calm, and not changeable. Unlike men’s carelessness, women are the most natural and purest. No matter wayward, naughty or spoiled, they all put down their self-esteem and persistence, from the bottom of my heart, I naturally indulged myself like a flower, showing my truest side; Women like to be sentimental, touching scenes and feelings, which is different from men who can drink wine to drown their sorrows when they are sad and depressed. Women just feel sad silently, bear or cry silently, just like the sad clove in the rain, melancholy and gentle amorous feelings, so graceful, flowing —– in this world, women are flowers on the ridge, men are flying butterflies. Life is gentle and lingering because of women. Leaning over thousands of mountains and rivers, women are a colored pen in the world. The world is so colorful, so bright or colorful. If there is no woman like flowers, there is no beautiful scenery, how can we talk about wonderful life? The world of mortals is like a dream, and women are as colorful as flowers, with various poses and tender feelings; Women with all kinds of amorous feelings; Women with various charming styles; Women with pure and elegant colors, and women who like writing and dancing, there are women who don’t like red clothes and arms, and also women who hate evil as hatred —– all the world, no matter that kind of woman, it is just like a rainbow decorating the boundless sky of the crowd, with the lingering fragrance. A woman’s face is like peach blossom; She is full of purple and red, with a graceful waist. A man who appreciates flowers likes the fragrance of flowers; She likes the charm of flowers; She likes the temperament of flowers, and a woman is like a flower and a dream, which is amazing and, they are the most faithful flower protection messengers worthy of the name in the world. Looking at an elegant woman is like opening a soft and gentle prose, which makes people have endless aftertaste for a long time; Looking at an elegant woman is like listening to a romantic song, which makes people go back and forth; looking at a graceful woman is like a pleasing painting, which makes people stop and linger for a long time; Looking at a beautiful and cultured woman is like tasting a cup of fragrant and mellow coffee, which makes people soul-stirring. Looking at the charming woman, it is just like what Li Qingzhao, a lyricist of Song Dynasty, described in “drunk flowers and Yin”: After the dusk of wine, Dongli has dark fragrance. Mo Dao is not fascinating, the curtain rolls west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers. It makes people feel that women after dusk are like wine, enchanting and gentle, making people happy and lingering, making people fall in love —- women are like flowers, flowers have the charm of flowers, women have the tenderness of women, if women are water, then a man is a fish. If water leaves a fish, there will be no spirituality and vitality. If a fish has no water, there will be no life and no vivid life. The moment the fish and water meet, they cast their deep feelings of Yiyi, the water flowers lifted by the breeze, witnessed the deep and shallow days, and smiled the most beautiful romance in life. Women are like flowers, tender feelings like water, dark fragrance full of sleeves, fantastic marvellous charming, elegant and graceful like poetry. With the most beautiful charm of themselves, they smile lightly with flowers. In their own days, it opens into a sea of flowers, not coquettish, not coquettish, pure heart and elegant, soft and tender, with incomparably charming lingering in the shallow world of mortals. As time goes by, women are like flowers, and beauty is in it. Women open the door of four seasons of life with devout hands, with beauty and happiness, dancing romance with time; Women are like flowers, snap their fingers for a moment, and years are ruthless, the beauty is easy to grow old, and a gorgeous turn turns around, like a lotus blossom. In a flash, the elegance is not there, people go to the building empty, leaving a pool of petals alone, the beauty is fragmented, gently encompassing a pool of flowers, jumping tenderness, it is beautiful enough to dance a song of colorful fragrance of fallen heroes, be addicted to the whole city, dye your fingers with fragrance and recall the fleeting years! Women, like flowers, like dreams; Like poems and paintings, or like water, as pure as wine, whether they are young girls, like poems or old people, all have their own merits; Each has its own charm; All kinds of charms, like flowers, are graceful for years and bright. Time is like water, and women are like flowers, which flow down in a hurry. Please let us treat ourselves well, watch the morning and evening flowers, laugh at the birds and flowers, why not hide the mountains and rivers, make the wind and Moon, drunk and lie in the world of mortals, leave a calm and tranquil heart. If beauty is first seen, why not do it? —- Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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…

Waiting is what?

Today, I wrote a status: what is waiting? Several friends also answered this question. From their answers, we can see that waiting is a neutral word, which contains different meanings. Some like it, and some hate it. Everyone has different experiences, so the meaning of waiting is also different. Some said: waiting is a kind of old, maybe only she can understand this kind of old feeling. She had really given and waited, but what she was waiting for was what she didn’t want to see, so waiting brought her bitter feeling and unforgettable memory. Some people say: waiting is one of the most annoying things in my life. She lists waiting as a disgusting word and one of the most annoying words, I believe she has enough reasons to prove it. What is waiting. What I have seen from TV, learned from books, observed from daily life, and experienced by myself, it also gives me some superficial understanding of the word “waiting. Waiting is a responsibility. Just as a friend said: Wait, from the perspective of love, she clearly knows that you love her, but she doesn’t say anything to you. Let you worry about it. This is also wishful thinking! It is the complexity of love that you still have to wait for it even though you know there is no result. This is a very heavy word, it’s very good! He was not stupid, but on the contrary, he was very clever. In fact, he didn’t know that waiting like that was fruitless and bitter. However, he still chose to wait. This is his principle of being a man and also his principle of doing things. I said waiting was a kind of responsibility, and I didn’t talk about it out of thin air. In terms of love, waiting is a kind of responsibility. Waiting is no reason, just for each other to know better. It is because he loves you so much that he chooses to wait. If he doesn’t love you, I believe he won’t choose to wait. If a person likes a person, they can’t bear even a little waiting, then whether their love can last long may be unknown! The responsibility of love is that since you love you, you must love you well and don’t take love as a joke. The responsibility of waiting is that since you love you, you have to wait for you. Even if you are not satisfied, you have to wait for you. Because we don’t want to be missed lovers or people who can’t stand the test. Waiting is a state of mind. Everyone has different experiences, so their mood is also different. If the mood is different, maybe everyone’s meaning of waiting will be different. Because of this, waiting is a feeling of happiness. Waiting is a kind of aging. No matter what we think we are waiting for, those are our inner feelings. Mood is also a kind of mood. Once people have different moods, their attitudes towards things will be different. Waiting is for him, her and it. Waiting English is wait, wai’s homophone is for, t represents him, her, and it. No matter which one we are for, it is our wishful thinking without complaint or regret. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

Grass

Many years ago, I sat on the hillside of kuruktag mountain in the northwest. I overlooked the border city where the red dust was surging at the foot of the mountain. I looked up at the sweeping white clouds in the sky, my body and mind are surrounded by the green grass waves on the hillside. I can enjoy the light dance of butterfly on the grass tip as I wish, listening to the subtle and wonderful wing sound of this beautiful elf flying, my heart is permeated by the green grass. At this moment, I feel I am the happiest person in the world. It was also on the high mountain in the northwest, in that unforgettable lush summer, I wrote “The fragrance of grass” with great excitement. Many years later, I was pushed to the highland of middle age by the hand of time. I was not young enough when I was young. Suddenly Looking back, tears touched the towel, the youth in my memory is still flowery, and the grass in my memory is still flying with butterfly dance and fragrance. Thinking of the grass, my vicissitudes of heart is verdant, and my gloomy eyes are as warm as water. When the green grass tabloid flew away from the deified branches of the porcelain capital like jade butterflies and gently floated to my sickbed, I seemed to see a group of happy young boys and girls chasing dreams, it seems that I am back to the passionate student age. I began to review my past passion and dream. Stepping into the long-lost green grass and walking through the jungle of words, I seemed to see the back of youth gradually moving away. Although the grass is still too immature and delicate, at the beginning of the dream, there should be rainbow-like longing and crescent-like footprints. Even if tears fall down, they will step into the grass as bright as pearls, I recall the youth and dreams of the past. Many years ago, when I was studying in university, I founded and participated in the weed Literature Society. That was an unforgettable good time for dreaming. Walking out of the school gate, carrying a seed Full of Dreams, chanting where there is no grass outside the world, resolutely on the road, going far away to sow and harvest literature is the grassland of grazing passion and dreams, literature is the comfort of the soul and the compensation of life, and literature is also a wisp of breeze showing the sail of fate. Several years later, through the green grassland, you may become a writer or poet in the true sense, maybe can’t. But it doesn’t matter. What matters is that when you recall the flower season of your life, the boundless grass will be wrapped with the dreamlike fragrance, which makes you infatuated and unforgettable, at the moment of your deep taste, the surging tide will spread over your once young heart softly, and the fragrance of literature which cannot be exhausted has already been integrated into your blood, it is enough to be a part of your memory and life. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

Banishment banishment Japanese

Late at night, a little bit of thoughts came into my mind. I thought a lot of things or things, and it seemed that I didn’t think deeply about anything. I hadn’t written a diary for a long time, and I felt a little numb when facing the keyboard and screen, I want to say a lot, but I don’t know where to start. I find that I can’t find a suitable word to describe my mood, and I can’t find a song to sing through my heart. I used to think how free and easy I was, but when I faced it, I understood the entanglement in my heart. Time passed quietly at my fingertips, and I gradually understood why I always liked the distance, but no matter what I thought in my heart, my steps are always moving towards the opposite direction of my heart step by step. I once said: walking in the opposite direction…….! A friend said: Even if you are opposite, you can still go to the origin, because the Earth is round! That really gave me a belief, but now I find that I can’t reach the Origin even how round the Earth is. Open 08 year diary, I realize my ideological decadence, and courage sharpens, simple lost, complex diversification. I felt a little bit numb in my heart. I was ready to compromise on the spur of the moment to make a choice without credibility, but in the end I tossed the coin many times, because at that time, I felt that the thought in my heart was not the first choice of coin, so I asked whether there was God’s will and destiny in this world. If there were these so-called things, so no matter how many times I toss the coin, the choice will not change, but as a result, the more times I toss the coin, the more changes it will be, my choice in my heart finally defeated the so-called Heavenly choice that I gave to coins. Someone once told me to start from the beginning, but the subway I took had already started in advance, leaving the starting station and heading for the terminal station. How could I turn back and take it again? Even if one day I took the same subway on the same route, the time was not the one that could tick every minute. Sometimes when a person is quiet, he really wants to change a little, but I don’t know why I always find so many lies when I shake and prepare to re-examine myself, after a semi-formal love, I am completely afraid of feelings. Even if someone who is suitable or good in my opinion enters my world, I will try my best to run, the pain of losing after owning always gives me a cruel warning when I am happy. I don’t know whether I really love it or not. I often ask myself what kind of life I want, what kind of life will make me happy? However, intuition tells me that happiness is not to find a rich man who can support his belly, nor to compromise and pursue casually. In this power world where actual inequality calls for equality between men and women, I seem to see happiness is living a simple but warm life with the people I love. I don’t know whether I think childish or not, but I feel that happiness equals a family and mutual trust, holding each other, striving for the same goal together, being able to share happiness and suffering, no right and wrong, no doubt, no malicious disputes… or happiness equals to realizing one’s dream, even if dreams are so small and insignificant in others’ eyes. But the reality was so lucky for me that I lost the person who thought I would share the joys and sorrows with myself for a lifetime. Unexpectedly, after cheating me, I even hugged another woman in my arms and said that I loved me, asking for forgiveness! I couldn’t believe the drama of pure love that I thought ………. people often told me that it was time to marry a man. Marriage is an indescribable entanglement and fear for me. I have to ask myself whether I have the conditions to be a wife and a mother. I am afraid, I am afraid that if I don’t have my own job and career, I will become a slave under men’s knees and become a parasites of men. I am afraid that the money that is so small to buy vegetables should be spoken and approved to men, I am afraid that I have a wedding cigarette without love, and I am afraid that I cannot afford the superior living and learning conditions for future children. Sometimes I think these thoughts are extreme and naive, and there are some legendary money worship, but my childhood and young life have been so miserable, how can I tolerate the next generation to continue to be miserable? I have gone through a dramatic love. How can I tolerate the wedding cigarette that can last for a lifetime? Some people say that I am very strong and overbearing …… life is long for decades, and also short for decades. If I am not strong, who will be far-fetched for me? Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

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More than ten days have passed, and there has never been so much emotion like now. From the beginning of full of ambition, full of hope and expectation, to now a little bit of understanding, familiarity and then to specific operation, a completely strange and brand-new field is waiting for oneself to explore and practice. Suantiankula five mixed, beyond words. I have been busy working, studying, consulting and communicating every day, but I haven’t written for a long time. Since the indissoluble bond with words, I have been used to wandering in my own world silently in the light life and in the dead of night, writing those words belonging to myself and indulging in them, quietly appreciate and lightly appreciate the touch and warmth that words bring to your heart. In my few words, I once devoted myself to it with all my heart, grateful to the world with a grateful heart, grateful to my friends who knew each other because of the words, I am grateful for the stage that once brought space to my dreams. Because of work, QQ is hung every day to communicate and consult with peers in the industry. The schedule is tight and tight. Even so, I dare not slack off at all. No longer have enough time to communicate with friends and speak freely as before. Only when you finish your work every day can you have some time to see your space, every time I see your words, I will admire them and be moved by your words. I can’t read the excellent works of my friends at the first time. Every time I see those familiar avatars flashing, but I can’t communicate with you. I don’t know how to torture myself with the helplessness in my heart, it’s so sad, so sad, I have not had too much communication with several bosom friends for several times, and I can’t help crying. I miss that time very much, and I miss you all very much. The most clear thing in my heart is that only words are my favorite in this life. There is a kind of feeling that I can’t give up. I will not forget the agreement with you, keep our words together, and love for a lifetime, never leave or give up. In this March season of spring, I am waiting for you to go to the spring with you,. There was almost no rest in the past two months. I was not in a good condition at first. My body and mind were exhausted to the extreme, but I dared not to stop for a rest. Even though I am still not satisfied with my current status, I will still doubt my ability when encountering confusion. I am not talkative but choose a job to challenge my weaknesses, I don’t know whether my choice is right or wrong. I remember the rare foggy weather a few days ago. The fog was filled and the visibility was only a few meters away. Without hesitation, I still went to consult senior peers in the industry according to the previous plan, and came out late again. Riding a bicycle, pushing a bicycle in the dark tunnel hole, the road surface is bumpy, and the path with a drop of several meters and a height of nearly 200 meters makes people a little scared. It was so easy to push onto the main road and ride on the road. I didn’t know why I cried. I asked myself again and again in my heart whether the road I chose was full of thorns, let yourself start a new journey at the age when you could have spent the rest of your life peacefully. Do you have to regret your choice and go on no matter how hard you are kneeling? If you don’t do this, can you still have your own world? A good friend sincerely told me that no matter you are happy or wronged, the steps of life are the same. We don’t care about the result. The key is the process we have gone through. Don’t avoid trying to solve problems. As long as you have devoted yourself, gain confidence and experience in the process of continuous exploration, and enjoy the pleasure brought by work happily, it is the most perfect ending. I will never forget the wonderful verses left by my friends in the space, and I will never forget all the sincere blessings and warm encouragement you have brought to me. Only by trying to do better! I still hope that one day I can stop my hurried steps, return to my own space, find my favorite in the words, and enjoy the peace and warmth brought by the words with all my friends, you can also leave a thick and heavy color in your life experience, walk around the world like beautiful clouds, and show a calm smile when looking back on the past. Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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…

Deep Memory

Although I leaned against the market, I didn’t go there for a long time. When I had nothing to do in the evening, I strolled there and saw all kinds of food stalls filled with fried dumplings, fried pancakes, the owner of the egg cake was busy greeting the guests. Well, it smells good. A scent penetrates into the nostrils, smelling the scent and continuing to walk forward, suddenly the eyes shine: Ah, it’s so big, the yellow fried dough sticks creaking in the frying pan. Ask the boss how much is one piece, answer seven yuan a Jin. I was surprised: How much is it? Why do you sell fried dough sticks in Jin? In order to solicit business, the boss quickly explained one of them. OK, let’s have one! I haven’t eaten fried dough sticks for a long time, weigh one and try it! After paying the money, he took the fried dough sticks and bit them quickly: the crisp and fragrant one is refreshing with a little salty taste. Eating crispy fried dough sticks and looking at the various commodities in front of me reminded me of my childhood, when eating fried dough sticks, I felt very happy. At that time, when the fair was held, (the day of 1 and 5 every month, that is, the day of 1, 11, 21, 5, 15, 25 is the time of the fair, and this tradition is still retained up to now) I always followed my grandfather to the street, and always felt that the fair at that time was very lively. The fair was also like a big deal, but now goods are easy to buy, therefore, I always feel that the current episode is no longer as lively as when I was a child. Grandpa couldn’t see it, but he was very familiar with the road to the streets. I remembered that I was still very young at that time. The clearest thing in my impression was that I didn’t know the road to the streets, grandpa always took a bamboo stick in one hand as a crutch to explore the road, and put one hand on my shoulder. There were only winding paths on the street, and in my childhood impression, I felt that it was a long way from home to the street, and I had to pass several small rivers and several River dams. Walking on the road, I just need to describe the general landscape markers to my grandpa, and Grandpa will tell me where I have arrived, where to turn, and what village I have passed by is called, when I got to the place where there was a gap on the road, I would remind grandpa to step over carefully, so I kept describing the surrounding scenery to grandpa, thinking that it would not take long to get to the street. After passing a very arching old bridge to the Old Street, the old street consists of several deep alleys, the ground is bluestone, on both sides is a type of low room, namely the pavement room at that time. As for the alley in the Old Street, it was always so deep in my childhood memory, so although I often went to the street with my grandfather, I didn’t dare to walk alone, just like the forbidden area in my memory didn’t dare to step beyond the Thunder pool. Of course, when I grew up, I went to the old street completely. All the roads in the south of the old street were the same. The old street now still maintains a part of the mark of the Old Street in memory. It is also because of this that the old street is being planned and cultivated as a cultural relic. As soon as the Old Street arrived at the fair at that time, the alley was crowded with people who did all kinds of business, which made the old street extremely lively. In my childhood memory, several alleys in the Old Street were the same. I was afraid that I would go to the wrong alley and couldn’t find my way home, so I always dared not to run with my grandfather. There is a small river from east to west which divides the old street into two halves: North and South. The Old Street in the South is in the shape of Hui, and there are several deep alleys. However, the old street in Hebei is relatively simple. A row of old houses will be built along the river, and a east-west alley will naturally form. The Dashi Bridge connecting the old streets of north and south on the river surface is a stone bridge paved by daqingshi, with patterns carved on the bridge bar. This bridge is also the only traffic fortress in the north and south half of the old street, so the shops at both ends of the bridge seem to be extremely prosperous. Just because of the large number of people walking, the bluestone slab on the bridge was polished smooth and shiny. The river was flowing under the bridge. At that time, every time when arriving at the fair, the boatmen would also do business at this time, which made the old street more lively. On the south side of the bridge, the Old Street is also a place selling all kinds of small commodities; On the north side of the bridge are all kinds of meals, arts and so on. I remember that there was a pig line on the North River Beach. There were Miao pigs and big pigs traded here for sale. When it came to the gathering, the singing sound of pigs could be heard from far away. At that time, whenever I went to the street, my grandfather always commanded me to take him across the bridge connecting the old street of north and south to the north of the bridge to have some breakfast. The so-called breakfast was a bowl of porridge, a fried dough stick or a piece of sesame cake, at that time, I thought it was the most beautiful enjoyment to eat fried dough sticks or sesame cake, and then I went to the Academy to hear about books with my grandfather. Seeing the people on the stage wearing beautiful clothes, playing lute and singing elegant lyrics, I often forget to eat fried dough sticks in my hands, which is also the edification of opera I have received since I was a child, so far, I still like the elegant singing of opera. Therefore, every time I went to the streets with my grandfather in my childhood was also the happiest time for me. Now I eat a lot of things, but I always feel that I can’t eat the sweetness of childhood. Maybe it is easy to eat because of the good living conditions, and the taste is less profound than that in my memory. Although things are different from people, childhood memories are still so clear. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

Northern love, our love

Ashamed to say, after several days of bloody battles day and night, the journey of Northern love finally came to an end. Every time I watched a play and closed the computer with both hands, there will be an inexplicable emptiness in my heart. The stool was still as cold as water, and my feet were numb and unconscious. Only the verdant potted plant at the corner of the table reminded me that the story was over and life had to continue, from the moment I closed the computer, everything had nothing to do with me. I am just a actor, and I shed tears in others’ stories. But to be honest, after watching Northern love, I have gained a lot. The success of a TV play does not lie in its high audience rating, instead, its ending left us in a daze period, unknown future and bohemian us with one and another question and answer that can only be relieved by ourselves. About Life, about youth, about bread, about love, about family affection, about friendship to live like Lin Xia, simple and Frank. Only by living in this way can you live freely, stick to your love and guard your faith, even if the road ahead is rough, even if one day, the person you love with all your strength, it will also become the Prince of others and the spoils for others to show off their youth capital. But at least, that person has appeared, maybe he just played the role of passer-by, maybe he just rode past your window with yellow mirror decals, maybe it is just a beautiful fault in your life, but that person accompanied you through youth, through love, into maturity, and met the most beautiful you in your most beautiful years. Every kind-hearted girl like Lin Xia would meet her own big medicine bottle, which contained all kinds of medicines. Although there was no forgetful water or regret medicine, there was full of love in it, full of melted love. Although the big medicine bottle was given to Lin Xia, he didn’t have the same heart as a madman, the youth and blood he deserved after 80 s, and the kind of soul he didn’t keep when he saw a madman every time, but the big medicine bottle gave her lack of sense of security, a harbor of soul and a safe harbor of life. Every time being hurt by a madman or youth, leaning on the firm shoulder of a big medicine bottle, it seems that all the disputes of honor and disgrace in the world have nothing to do with oneself. When you are tired, tired, crying, and bitter, there is someone sitting quietly with you, share your happiness and sadness. Lin Xia said that the arms of the big medicine bottle were the warmest, because he gave this simple girl the power to continue living. Love like a madman, love, crazy. The Madman’s self-exile was only intended to revenge his father’s mistakes when he was young and his father’s escape from the responsibility of marriage. The night club is full of light and wine, the noisy and bustling mockery, the crowded men and women, and the Madman just soaks in the flashy night club every day. For love, he always has his own words, love, only after experiencing countless women, he was in over thousands of flowers, but the leaves were not touched. Love became the only prop to prove his life. He didn’t know until he met Shen Bing, he had never loved at all. He thought he knew everything, but actually he knew nothing. The madman has defined love a lot. Seeing Shen Bing’s first sight, he instantly made the madman understand the true meaning of love. In the basketball court of Norda, the madman said that in the eyes of Xiao Meng and Shen Bing looking at each other, I found that I had never loved him at all, buddy, shen Bing made the madman really become a madman, without reason and out of control, knowing clearly that Shen Bing is a good buddy’s woman, knowing clearly that he and Xiaomeng’s Brotherhood, they knew clearly that they would not break up until the end of the world in 2012, but the madman fell in love without hesitation, and he couldn’t go back if he fell in love. The madman is actually a very lonely person, who is afraid of the prosperity of the city. When night falls, the lights are on, standing on the bridge of people coming and going, and the lonely little heart, I was exposed ruthlessly in the night, and my worry was magnified infinitely. He was always looking for peace in the hustle and bustle, just like the dripping lyrics that had been written to Lin Xia. The rain was patting the water, patter, patter, patter, patter, patter, patter, patter, patter, patter, who do you talk to in the lonely night? Who will wipe the sad tears, will he still care about him… the sincerity of the madman finally influenced Shen Bing’s heart, or took out the marriage certificate from his pocket to Lao Wu on that empty basketball court. The madman said Love, it is at a certain moment in your life, somewhere, when you meet someone, at the moment of Shi Guang thermal power, your life has changed since then… the love of a madman is so crazy, regardless of this, it can’t be resisted, and it’s rain or rain. In front of her mother’s tomb, Lin Xiadao had the helplessness of growing up. Growing up was a phenomenon that violated the laws of nature. Looking at herself forcefully, she was torn to pieces by years, but he had to accept this kind of growth… the madman said that Lin Xia was a good girl. He swore to his underground mother that if he could meet Lin Xia in the next life, he would marry her as his wife. Yes, the hope that the madman gave Lin Xia was so desperate… to follow like Shen Bing, without complaint or regret. Xiaomeng’s rental house is small but clean, narrow but warm. Because of love, material wealth cannot compare with spiritual abundance. Shen Bing was a girl like ice and snow, glittering, clear, simple and clean. She was the kind of person who followed her and wouldn’t let her go for the rest of her life. The shallow dimples, intoxicating smiles, black hair and delicate figure are just so refined, just like those who walk out of the painting, spotless, like what a madman said, with Xian Qi children. Since July 6th, 2007, I, Shen Bing, have never given up the person around me. I will be wherever he is, unless this person tells me personally that I don’t love you anymore, I don’t want you anymore… this is Shen Bing’s will not leave, no car, no house, no money, no power, just follow as always, just for this man, for this love, for this heart that will never change until death. Xiao Meng’s words, she came, because Xiao Meng needed her, so she came. When Xiaomeng had nothing, she was there. When Xiaomeng was rich, she left. When a madman had everything, she was not rare. When the madman was on the verge of bankruptcy, she came. Madman, With you, I will have the whole world. I will only treat you well in my life, because I will not be complete without you, and I will not be myself without you, if I leave you, I will die. If I leave you, I will lose my goal to live… think like Lao Wu, for him and for her. Lao Wu’s love for Xiao Xi has never ended. The four years of college were inseparable, the three years of graduation were on call, Xiao Xi’s relentless betrayal, Xiao Xi’s wound words, Xiao Xi’s vanity, he ignored them, xiao Xi needed it. He must put everything aside and come back to her first. He loved her so much that he didn’t know how to love, how to give up and how to forget. He had neither grand goals nor ambitions. He just wanted to find someone to accompany him for a lifetime and live a peaceful life. In front of interests, Xiao Xi, Xiao Wu and Wu Wei, he had been sticking to his belief all the time. He even did not hesitate to turn against his brother and alienate Xiao Wu, separated from Xiaoxi. He was always thinking of others. Lao Wu understood Xiao Xi’s leaving, because he couldn’t give her the luxury she wanted. Her dream was to be wrapped by Luxuries. He knew her, so he let her go because he loves her. Xiao Xi came back with scars and broken dreams. He accepted her without complaint or explanation, just because he still loved her. The madman was his brother. No matter the prosperity and loneliness of the Madman, he was always accompanied by him. Wu Di was just such a person who was persistent and invincible in the world. Regret like Xiao Xi, till death, endless. Xiao Xi is more beautiful than a flower, fresh and charming. In the simplest four years, she used to treat love as everything, just like all girls. But under the temptation of money, she gave up love and chose bread, which was good, the famous brand satisfied her original idea, but the truest one was getting farther and farther. Andy chose her just because she was beautiful and could handle it. After being exhausted, Yang Zixi left all kinds of famous brand shoes that she used to guard like her life, smashed her biggest dream of opening a flower shop, and harvested half-ripe youth everywhere. I thought that I would be the Changchun flower, and the flower would never be invincible, which would always be a dream; I thought that Wu Di would always stand on the cross road, waiting for himself to go home; I thought that money could satisfy all my greed, including happiness. He thought that Wu Di would come back to himself if he found the ring that died with love. But I forget that I am a flower, a flower that will wither and rot; But I forget that when you turn, he will also turn, the next intersection, you will not find his figure; But you forget that money is just something outside of your body, and you will not bring it to life or death. Lin Xia said that we thought we knew who we knew very well, but actually nobody knew. In fact, Xiao Xi was more stupid than anyone else… about Xiao Meng, this typical tragic figure, I don’t know how to describe him. It was the society that made him, and it was the society that defeated him. He is so cute that he has been guarding his cherry balls for seven years, but he has never changed his mind; He is hateful, hateful to abandon and forget righteousness, and he is captured by power; He is sad, it was so sad that even love could be marked clearly. Friendship was just a bargaining chip; He was so pitiful that he had everything, but nobody shared it with him. He always complained that it was the Bad World that changed him, the unfair world that destroyed him, and the world of fame and wealth that seduced him. But he forgot that it was your things that could not be bought with anything, and you could not keep them even if you didn’t try your best. Fairness and unfairness were just vanity that could not be changed at birth, but it can change the attitude of life. Xiao Wu’s motto is that his own tragedy is caused by himself and his responsibility is to the end. Life is based on happiness and love is based on reciprocity. Once upon a time, my dream was to become a woman like Xiao Wu, having her own career, being smart and capable, and living with knowledge and taste. However, it is difficult for me to become a climate with emotional nature. I know that being such a woman is just a superficial luster. Under a strong appearance, a soft heart is hidden, what you gain is not only the favor of others, but also the emptiness and loneliness of the whole night and the exhaustion of every moment. Wu Wei ignored Wu Di’s life belief at the last moment and at the end of his life, but his infatuation also touched everyone. Love turns everyone into a poet, cleanses the lead, he wrote that you are in New York and I am in beijing. I only do one thing. I love you professionally. If love can become a career, how good it would be. I will never leave early and I will never change my career. This is the term of office. The happiest job in the world is to be your professional lover. Do you want to cry, wu Wei has a thick diary, which records all thoughts and past. I also have a diary bearing my seven-year history. From the sixth grade of primary school to the completion of the college entrance examination, I was moved for the first time, holding hands for the first time, fighting for the first time, being brothers and brothers with boys for the first time, and I, it was the first time that I was criticized by teachers, and many of them were the first time that my childhood and youth became blank immediately after the college entrance examination. It seemed that I had never lived. Otherwise, please ask, what can I prove. The ending of Northern love was an ending without ending. The farewell letter sent by Lin Xia to the big medicine bottle had not been sent out yet. Fei Si was still spitting out cigarettes, and the whole picture was filled with smoke, da Hua was still drinking mineral water with his head carried, Lao Wu was still handing Xiao Xi the hot coffee, and the Madman was still waiting for Shen Bing to wake up with his special eyes. Everything is so static, everything is stopped like this, but the electronic watch hanging on the wall is still a countdown of one second. After all, time is not waiting for others, we can’t wait for others… we can’t go back after all. The ending of Northern love is decided by Chen Sicheng, while our ending is decided by ourselves. The ending of youth depends on the present, who will decide your ending. Goodbye, Northern love, goodbye, youth… (purely personal opinion, Beijing Love Story, worth watching, also worth waiting for…) Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Finishing room mood

For a long time, I don’t like to clean up the room. I always feel tired and lazy. Looking at the messy house, I could only roughly return the items to the right place, and simply wipe them with a mop for a few times, then it was over. This kind of environment often makes my heart a mess. Previously, I always hoped to have two houses and change the environment on weekends. I like traveling, so I started my life in the middle of the city. In order to have a good learning environment for my daughter, I bought an apartment for my daughter in front of a better school. At first, three people crowded in a 50 square meter house, and they also felt beautiful. I lived enough in less than half a year, and drove my husband who worked at night to another house to live a life of accompanying students. I became a weekend couple with my husband. This kind of day is also good. There are fewer days for two people to meet and fewer chances to quarrel. Every weekend, I really find the feeling that my baby is better than my newlyweds. When a person gets free time, he also begins to read idle books. As long as the words are written, he begins to read crazily. I feel enough after such a long time. I often feel lonely alone, so I started a blog and began to write articles every day to sort out my mood. I also worked as a circle administrator and was responsible for posting every day. Even so, I still feel empty in my heart. Fortunately, my daughter is about to graduate from primary school, and I also intend to end this wandering life. I am really tired and tired. Until now, I found that I was eager to have a home and a stable life, but it turned out to be a running back and forth between two families. I am such a fickle person, thinking one day. My husband is also troubled by my temper. I really don’t know if anyone in the world can tolerate me like this. In another three months, my daughter went back to the old house to go to junior high school, and the whole family was going to live together. I was really looking forward to the muddling days going on like this, maybe it was the running between the two houses, it makes me tired. Maybe the houses on both sides need to be cleaned every week. In short, I feel like an old maid, a little tired. In this way, every day like a top, I don’t know what I am busy with or what I am looking. Recently, I found that my daughter always couldn’t sort out her own items. School and home are in a mess. More such things often happen unhappily with my daughter. On the weekend, my husband told me that if there was anything wrong with the child, you should tell her in advance and ask her to do it. Why do you think she is not doing well and angry? Thinking about what my husband said makes sense, maybe it was because of his 40-year-old age that he really listened to what he said. If you think about it, start from yourself. If your mother does well and let her daughter participate in it, it should be effective! Otherwise, I will die someday. My daughter doesn’t have the ability to live, she really cares about it! I organized my daughter’s desk, saw those big and small stickers, and remembered myself when I was young. Looking at the warmth of paper and greeting cards transmitted among classmates, I thought of the years far away from today’s life. Carefully stick her daughter’s graffiti, cards, etc. on A4 paper, and fix her daughter’s doll’s small skirt and backpack on A4 paper with transparent tape, I even stuck a small piece of homework paper to my daughter. Suddenly, I really wanted to keep every detail of my daughter’s life. There was also a letter of apology received by my daughter, I didn’t open the envelope and stuck it to her. I wanted to bind it for her. Many years later, when she opened the brochure, maybe she would have another feeling! In the past, when I thought about doing this, my younger brother said that it might become a burden for children, and I was afraid that I would let it go. A few days ago, I found a photo of my childhood in the storehouse of the talking house. I was really ecstatic at that time. When I think of it today, I think it is really time to put it on the agenda. Of course, this kind of record book should not be a book, such as daughter’s, husband’s, my own, and our family’s. Maybe I really should write down the footprints of each of us. How beautiful life is! We should learn to remember, even if it is a sentence we have learned, even if it happened to each of us, we only hope that she can witness our growing years and record the ups and downs of our life. In this way, we can feel the happiness of growth and the love for life. Therefore, I am more in awe of life! One day, when we taste everything we once had, we can clearly know that I have been to your life. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

Window rain

The night is dim, with a little lonely stars. The breeze is refreshing, and the wind is refreshing and cool. Watching the boundless and ethereal night, among the thick and heavy dark clouds, there were some vague and mysterious but seemingly beautiful calls, is that the call from the most primitive wildness in the world? Sinan, which had already stopped, had no way to point forward. The night sky is still deep, and occasionally there are some lonely cold stars. The stars are so unreal, so slim, and so far away. Just like the eternal mirage, it is unreal and ethereal but leads to the yearning mystery and beauty. The silent few fireflies go away quietly with these few stars, just like the time slips through the fingertips quietly like running water, leaving a trace of coldness but no trace. Whose eyes are blurred by the hazy sky and light raindrops? Richard’s melody is still hovering around his ears, with a little emotional feeling in his heart, and there is still the residual fragrance of Mengrong in the air. However, I forgot the starting point and the ethereal end. The train still didn’t stop, and there were still no people getting on or off the train. They changed from being strange to familiar with each other, and then gradually blurred, unreal, faded away and forgot. Moths flaming fire may be its best destination; The meteor that dazzled through the night sky, even though it finally fell out, also dedicated its most beautiful moment to people’s hope; this is also the case when Hemingway pointed the cold gun at his head! Watch the time flies and the stars move. As is often said in classical physics, motion is absolute and eternal, and one-dimensional time will never retreat in this three-dimensional space. All changes are still not stagnant; The leisurely melody is beating with the wind, the heart is the same, the thoughts are the same, and the time is the same with a little damp clear music in the air. Unconsciously, the only remaining few stars had already been hidden in the dense clouds that were so heavy that they wanted to fall. A little bit of coolness fell down on my cheek, leaving a little cold. Is this the mark of time? The wet breeze swayed with the wind chimes and played the Qingling beat gently. The voice of the lark seemed to be pouring out a memorable story to people. Dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada, dada? There is no thunder, no dazzling electric light, no prosperity and noise in the world, only the Raindrops Pattering on the window glass with the wind and the traceless time slipping through the fingertips. There is rain outside the window, which is the figure of years passing away; There is rain outside the window, which is the holy water that wants to wash away the dust of the world; There is rain outside the window, which is the bell that reminds people to cherish this moment; There is rain outside, that is God’s baptism of our hearts. The raindrops outside the window are still falling with the wind, and the green tea in the glass is still warm, the melody around the ears is still melodious, and the raindrops outside the window are not stagnant. A little quiet, a little calmness, a little space and time for solitude, maybe that’s all I need at this time, because I believe that tomorrow after the rain, it will be a brand new world. With fresh and quiet air, warm and bright sunshine, and delicate and dazzling rainbow, today’s dust has been taken away by tonight’s rain, what was left was only the raindrops deep in my heart, the sour, salty and bitter aftertaste for my whole life, and the eternal and indelible memory. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

Text, my good partner [water moon North Lake]]

If one day, inadvertently, I lost my steps and direction of life, I would not be afraid or lonely. Because I have you in my life-my good partner. As long as I can wander, learn and grow in your world, I believe that it is just around the corner to have the wings to fly again. — Inscription everyone has something he loves. In love, roses are often held in hands and become the favorite things of the heroine in love. Although they are things, they are more human feelings, sweetness, romance and happiness. Therefore, Rose becomes the love of love. In the view of the company, the benefits that everyone has gained in the work have become an important goal. The company loves benefits while the employees love treatment. Therefore, going hand in hand becomes the best gift of double harvest. However, as a man, I may fall in love with beauty and money. However, these will not become the only thing I love in my life. Words are my good partners, it is also the magnificence that I deserve to love in my whole life. I, who admired literature when I was young, has always been obsessed with words. In the words, I constantly increase my knowledge, sublimate my personality and purify my soul. In the words, I feel the flowers and flowers of the four seasons, the ups and downs of life, and the cadence of life. Text is a language. It attracts the charm of silence over sound and has stronger penetrating power. We live in the bustling market with materialistic desires and colorful wine. We are always boasting in our hearts, and it is difficult for our hearts to find a piece of pure land. Maybe, we are busy every day. We try different tastes while we are busy, and the ups and downs are all in our hearts. We can’t tell all our feelings. We cannot pour out all our words to others. However, words can do these things. It won’t think you are incoherent or speculative. It will listen to your call quietly, as long as you want, as long as you need. It is a kind of silent language, which should be mastered by all of us. Words are a kind of spiritual sustenance. Words, different moods, will place different words. When I am confused and frustrated, I will think of the mountains and rivers that have no way out, and the eyes of the village are bright and bright; When I am proud and comfortable, life must be full of joy, not to make the golden bottle empty to the moon. It will haunt my heart; When I miss it like a hemp, it is impossible to eliminate it, and then I frown, but it is in my heart. Let me miss more strongly. When I harvest success, I know the true meaning of it very well. When I face ups and downs, when I sing to wine, how about life? Let me see that everything is unsatisfactory. Different words made me have different epiphany. Different words made me broaden my mind, cultivate myself to be indifferent to humiliation, and watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court; I didn’t want to leave or stay, and it was like the clouds outside the sky. Spirit in. Text, my good partner. Along the way, you have gone through ups and downs with me, met ups and downs, tasted ups and downs. It was you who helped me record every bit of my life, and you who made me enjoy other wonderful things in my life. In the text, I read many philosophical verses and the life journey of many excellent artists. In Lov’s poems, I learned his unique insights on poetry creation. He advocated writing cold poems, and opposed writing poems with passion; He advocated the connotation of poems, and opposed the clarity of scattered culture; He should write poems from small to big, and from limited to infinite. View. I have always been an example for me to learn poetry creation and a copy for me to experience the charm of poetry attentively; I read Yu Qiuyu’s boutique books and saw his love for literature. For the creation of literature, he traveled without boundaries, walked through ups and downs, saw the sky of the world, felt fear and passion …… for the dawn of literature, he experienced the infinite pain brought by cultural hardships, helpless, surprised …… he is a fan of literature and a contributor of writing. Writing is a rainbow after rain, which is not only pleasing to the eye, but also profound in meaning; Writing is a statue of a great man, not only flowing through the ages, but also educating countless people. Words are my good partner and a beautiful chapter in my life. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…