Write the most beautiful transcript of life in good condition

I always wanted to write something, but after all, I failed to sort out the uncertain thoughts. For a long time, I have been addicted to the wonderful fun of life. There is also relaxation, relaxation of all vigilance to the world. Sometimes there is negligence, but sometimes I remember it. In the afternoon, a friend said: I want to write something but there is no material. Can you provide one or two. Anyway, what I wanted to write couldn’t be written out. It’s better to borrow his hand to express it. So I said that it would be better to take our status out of the commentator’s article of Taihang daily to mention it again. I don’t know how he will express his own style. Instead of making himself anxious, I ‘d better understand my thoughts. I often think of my mother’s words in my mind: others are making progress. If you don’t enter, you just return. Nowadays, success and progress seem to be the main theme of our work and life. There are countless industries, large and small, but the spiritual attitudes of people at different levels in life and work are also uneven. In fact, as the Taihang Daily said: The mountain is still that mountain, and the water is still that piece of water. If there is no difference between our working environment and life, we have to say that there is something wrong with people’s mental state. But real life is the most reluctant time for mental state problems. If you are not careful, you will follow your footsteps. Then will our future become empty talk? Let’s cheer up. Our spirit can’t sink, and the burden of life needs to be picked up by ourselves. Let’s take out the best mental state to dispel the exhaustion, throw away all the unhappiness and cheer for the beautiful life desperately. Think about our bright future and write the most beautiful transcript of our life with a good mental state. 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…

Heartbroken word, graceful Jessamine herb

The lyrics of the secluded residents living in the Southern Song Dynasty always give people sorrow and sorrow. What is the nature? The mood of a woman is stuck in love and thought all her life. A woman is made of water, and tears accompany sorrow and flow forever. The continuous moist, hard to find love and bad marriage are enough to make women Haggard all their lives. Send the wine to spring without saying a word. Nothing but resentment. Stay! The niece of Zhu Xi, the master of Neo-Confucianism in Song Dynasty, was said to be married to a marketplace family, and her husband was also the kind of businessman who paid more attention to profits than parting, otherwise there would never be such a sense of heartbreaking. How can I get a word — sorrow! When the blue silk worries about white hair, the young age fades away, and the emotion is still wandering and there is no end-end, so it is natural to be so low and wandering. Because of the feudal ethics and the etiquette of the big family, she couldn’t take a step beyond the rules, so she had to express her love for the spring, willows, smoke and rain, floating floc, sad sigh, sorrowful and cold immersion. At the age of twenty, I could not appreciate the sorrow and anger of broken-hearted words. Because young people don’t know the taste of sorrow, the wind is fine and the sun is beautiful, they climb up and overlook, and their eyes are full of joy. How can the frivolous era experience a word of sorrow! Love has never been here, and you can’t feel hurt. Dust, the status quo, sorrow is boundless! Depressed atmosphere, entrusted the extreme sorrow of the country. The theme itself is more magnificent than the female lyricist-but a woman is not only a woman, but also a family is her first, and a lover is her whole, and she is willing to tie her whole soul. It is narrow and narrow, but it resonates with many dissatisfied wives. Because the marriage was not going well, it created a number of dissatisfied wives, and I was also among them. Melancholy, sad, broken? At the age of thirty, I was completely immersed in heartbreaking words. Unique romance poem hops make way, daily necessities sauce vinegar Tea Day boarding. Worried about living, the love of mistake also gradually faded, disputes, indifference, a few red apricot branches in spring, some people happy, some people worry. Noble and humble, originally is incompatible with water and fire, pairwise is relatively worse than pairwise forget each other. — But after all, some youth is consumed, beauty is disillusioned, and there is no residual flap, which gradually decays to the root, love! It was like a crane-peaked red, bright and dazzling, and immediately died with a drop of lips. I didn’t know why I was heartbroken! The Broken Bridge of West Lake in Hangzhou could snow, and the white lady once cried and sang — the bridge was not broken, and the love was broken. What makes the poet heartbroken? Is love frustrated, Soul the revolution, chouchangbaijie. She placed some warmth on spring, and wanted to keep the spring, but she could not retain it all the time. The warmth was swept away and she disappeared immediately. In The Lonely and lonely situation again, why don’t you tremble, complain and worry? It rained again at dusk, it was drizzling! So I was also shocked to see that the shadow of myself holding the oiled paper umbrella was pressing by my side, which were the same two words-loneliness and loneliness, and they clung their hands. Looking at the lyrics of ancient female poets, most of them are sad and unhappy works. The theme is eternal narrow, but people can’t put down their concerns. A woman lives for love, suffering for a long time, and falling asleep when she is tired of crying. Shu Zhen’s heartbreaking words are all portrayal of her melancholy mood. She may have the joy of approaching and getting love, otherwise she will not express the sadness and pain of leaving, loss, and the continuous sorrow like water. How much worry can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward! Looking back on Shu Zhen, I read your heartbreaking words again that night, and my eyes became wet again. Cut the word Magnolia to sit alone, and advocate to live alone. Standing and hurting, I had no choice but to touch people lightly. No one can see this, no half of the makeup is washed with tears. Sorrow, illness and lovesickness, pick out the cold light and dream. Isn’t it exactly my life condition for many years? Lost emotion, no conversion, boundless ahead, day, night, one by one passed like that, day do not understand the night black, night do not know the bright day. No improvement. Partial to living is half-Schwimmer, chanting melancholy, helpless! Thousands of years have passed, and what women inherit is the sorrow and bitterness, loneliness and loneliness. Shu Zhen has a word of heartbreaking. There is a piece of heartbreaking grass at my door, swaying in the dim light at night, picking up a plant to appreciate. The thin stem is weak, but the sewing is strong and long, which is really like a sad heart, have gripped helpless. It is said that if you eat this grass by mistake, your intestines will be broken, but what is broken is the soft intestines of crazy men and women? Even if the sorrow is broken, the love is still constant. Three petals of leaves, shaped like gingko, cluster together, like a small plate, but dressed up in sorrow and confusion? Occasionally, there are star-broken purple flowers dotted in it, exquisite flower surface, very small bouquet, sadness sometimes, there will always be a smile! Celiac grass outside the door celiac grass, along the slope all the way. It is attractive to others, and I am melancholy and lazy. Qingdai spread the edge, gently pick plain flowers. Love is not a discount, Joy will be returned home early. 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…

Waited

The so-called quietness doesn’t mean that I don’t talk all day long, can’t talk loudly, can’t chase and fight, but the peace waiting in my heart. In fact, everyone has a flower grave deep in his heart, burying those sad emotions which are not for humanity, while this flower grave is virtually locked. This lock can only be opened by ourselves. I don’t know who I want to say something to. It seems that life is normal and I feel the misunderstanding of walking into life. I feel a little confused, a little regretful, a little muddled, a little tired, a little hopeful and a little imaginary, in a word, it is that some inexplicable emotions and feelings occupy people’s inner thoughts, and they are too lazy to sort them out. Holding a cup of fragrant tea, sitting quietly in front of the fluorescent screen, you can be quiet and stunned; Reading other people’s stories, your heart will rise and fall. I once couldn’t fall asleep until 4 am, when I saw the 14 episodes of “Men’s gang” crying too hard to watch, and when I wrote a diary for a person all night…… My grandma said that I was not in good health, and I still like to think too much and be too serious. She always advised me to be generous. I didn’t know what happened to me, but I knew I was definitely not Lin Daiyu, because I think things will eventually be figured out and understood. If you like it, you don’t need to look for reasons deliberately. Like Snow, pure white and flawless; Like bamboo, cool breeze and high festivals; Like Lotus, clean yourself; Like plum, proud and lonely. If you like a person, you can portray it in your heart only by a shallow good impression when you first met him. You can use the pen of time to describe the continuity of your feelings. If you like a thing, you just have a quick glance, the meaning of cherishing love arises spontaneously and is deeply concerned. I like quietness, not only when I am lonely, but the quietness in the noise is more worth appreciating. It is not only in the middle of the night that it is quiet. The inner quietness lasts longer and is more worth waiting. 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…

I think I will always be brave

There was a silent night all around, the cold wind poured into the cracks of the window, and the soft and pure female solo echoed around her ears. I don’t know what language to describe this moment. I only know that at this moment, my heart is surging up with a burst of soothing tranquility. Lying on the bed, sleeping, but also hurried for a day. I lay down to breathe with my heart, to feel the sound of time flowing away. Every minute, I feel the warm kiss left by the sunshine on my cheek, the mottled shadow of leaves casting on me with the sunshine, the sound of wind and the sound of birds outside the window. Although I was at home alone, I was not lonely at all: Although I endured the illness, I was not desperate at all. I enjoyed everything I felt, even if I had a headache at that time, even if I was weak. Calm down and you will have more time for yourself. When you close your eyes, you can hear the voice of your heart. I told myself that everything would pass. Don’t feel bitter, don’t feel painful, and accept everything arranged by life. You should know that everything that happens in life has its meaning. In life, there is no accident, only necessity. Maybe there are many things in vain, but if you don’t do it, there will be no ending. I suddenly realized that the reason why people suffer is to resist the reality. I think I will always be brave. I said to myself. All the past experiences are constantly proving. For me, courage is not to hold back tears, but to be strong in front of people and cry behind them: courage is not to put down everything, but to forget when you forget, to remember when you remember; Courage, it is not tough in appearance, but flexible in appearance and strong in heart. Maybe I am really not good enough, and I always play a child’s temper. However, I think I will always be brave. I think I will always be brave. When I am alone, I will smile quietly, look at the sky quietly, look at the floating white clouds, and keep silent about loneliness. When I was hurt and sad, I would bury my head with the hot tears that were about to gallop, fondle my chest quietly, and let the hot tears flow back to my heart. On rainy days without umbrellas, I will walk in the rain naturally and smartly, watching the cars coming and going, catching the cold raindrops with my hands, and letting the slight coldness moisten my heart. When I take a bus alone, I will quietly look out of the window, at the changing streetscape, at everyone in the street, looking for someone with the same mood as me, and give him a warm smile. I think I will always be brave. I like to let nature take its course and take it easy. I am used to watching the trend of everything gradually bending, smiling with tears. Even if it is not the ending I expected, I will accept it happily. Keep a touch of indifference in my heart and live a quiet life. I still remember that I once asked myself many times, what on earth should I change to make life more wonderful? But now, I understand. Wonderful, is a kind of life attitude. The real excellence does not lie in how many great events you have done or how many admirable achievements you have made, but in your inner feelings. All the exterior is just a false appearance, which is not the real self. The true self is as pure as when he was born, only his soul and beating heart. The real eternity in this time is never the unreal material exterior, but the power your soul gives you. The real eternity will not change with anything, just like my pure heart. I think I will always be brave. I pursue bravely, do what I like to do bravely, and look at tomorrow bravely, no matter what the future is. I follow the guidance of my soul and live freely. It does not depend on the recognition and affirmation of the outside world, but only draws strength from the heart. I like this kind of self and existence. I really like the sentence I read in the book: there is no one else outside, only myself. I think I will always be brave. Even if life is not wonderful, I still need to be brave! 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…

Fate has its advantages and disadvantages, but how to save heart wounds

A friend once said that only when you are sad can you have a story. If you have not been sad for someone, it only means that you have not loved her deeply. Sometimes love watered by tears smells more unforgettable. Two people love each other. Don’t expect it to be smooth. Even if the flower of love is so beautiful, it will only be a season of blooming and will not wait until it expires. It is true that ordinary love is like a dish that has forgotten to add oil and vinegar, and the food is dull. We cherish fate, not only for the quiet beauty, but also for the ups and downs. If I had known it was such a hurdle to people, what if I didn’t know each other at the beginning? Mr. Taibai was really sad, but he was also so self-deceiving. Life is a journey without a scheduled destination. Some people get off the bus, leaving you a goodbye, and they are doomed to never meet each other. Some people get off the bus, and may not look back, even memories can be found without trace. Some people get off the bus for a better meeting next time. I won’t complain. After all, people’s heart is only so big that they can’t hold all people, just like it is impossible for all people to remember themselves. Because of this, there is no need to feel sad. The reason why people suffer is that they are too eager for fate. It is said that unrequited love is the best thing. In fact, if you fall in love deeply, it will hurt. Love is too shallow, forget it. One day, it will become a joke in time and a forgotten memory. I think it is a happy thing to have a crush on someone secretly. This kind of destined love is not loneliness or incompetence, but a respect for fate and a confession to reality. We are not hypocritical to be ourselves, but expect it to bloom naturally. I do not deny that we can also obtain happiness by pursuing others, but the love that grows naturally without human factors is the most beautiful. Therefore, if you lose some fate, you will lose it. Why do you feel sad and sad? I think it is enough to do a beautiful thing. I will never leave cheap tears for love. My attitude towards losing love is not painful or uncomfortable, but just a pity. People who really love you will not make you sad, therefore, I despise everyone who leaves me. The sad result will only make myself more and more concentrated in the bitter wine of missing and affectionate, and will not bring any peaks and turns to the determined result, I sent them on the road with a smile. Thanks for their honesty, I can send them comfortable blessings at ease. Once some people lose love, they can’t help indulging themselves and drinking to relieve their worries. In fact, this is a useless and stupid way, this way of punishing oneself with others’ mistakes is transparent in the eyes of bystanders. If you want to love others, you must learn how to love yourself first. If you don’t love yourself, why do you force others to love you. Young oneself is easy to shed tears for love, but the result of being sad is that there is no result, and it will still be what it should be. Therefore, losing love is a baptism of growth, delete those hypocritical concerns and leave those clearest sincerity, as if they were the wisdom and calmness they should have. I said in my heart that when measuring the world, I would not recover from falling out of love. That kind of withered promise would only make me more frustrated and braver in the process of pursuing happiness. It is said that it is difficult for lovers to be friends after breaking up, because memories will hurt one of them and murder that kind of easygoing, which makes them more restrained, true love is happiness for two people rather than just a sweet person. Therefore, choosing to let go for love is a kind of generosity, and choosing another way of caring for love is a kind of wisdom, those people who struggle hard in painful memories can only show that your love is small and humble, which seems to lack weight. I can be a good friend with her after breaking up, because I still believe in life, and I have been honest about it, and calm about love, one day I will meet the right person at the right time and place, which is the fate I have been expecting for a long time. Fate, after all, is a beautiful and full of fantasy. Take off your secular glasses and stand at the peak of your life. You will see further and find more beautiful scenery, strong fate is destined to be bitter. Why do we have to pay for another sad match and wipe away tears? Because of this, the color of the future will wipe out your heart hurt at this moment. 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…

Who cares about the March smoke and rain dawn?

If spring arrives as scheduled, I don’t think I will express my love to the naked deciduous trees. If spring does not come for a long time, I think I will miss the sunshine that goes through singing together. You say love at this moment in the afternoon, hiding in an unwritten or unwritten chapter, I just want to convey soft feelings carefully. However, I want to love, it can be hidden in the foolishness of pretending to be naive or stupid and offending, just for a gentle favor. At this moment, when you say love, you are silent, you are happy, free and easy, A peaceful and tranquil life naturally holds hands and hugs. Only if you don’t have it deliberately can you be worth collecting forever. However, I want to love, but the interaction of emotional behavior is a pleasure in bitterness, but life in it is a thoughtful hand-in-hand and hug, because love makes everything natural. The spring tide in March seems to have a little understanding of our hearts. The river is connected with the misty sky in a hazy and unknown posture. It should be like you. Heart, my heart is on a line of water and sky, supporting each other, but I still can’t figure out whether there is fog or not. How can I know the smoke and rain in March? How do you know what you mean? Love me, you pour into every wisp of smoke love you, I pour into every drop of drizzle love I am willing to love you forever, this life can not be together love you are willing to let me suffer, together with this life? Will you still lead me next March when it rains? 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…

Dream back thousands of miles, a curtain of rose fragrance

Lean on your poetic harbor and gallop endless imagination. Spring, cherry blossoms and green willows, on an emotional weekend, I read your words countless times and felt the breeze and moon between the lines. So quietly intoxicated in every undulating wave of your wrist, I didn’t know that the dusk had come and the night was deep. The big room could only hear my pulse passion following the passage. It was dark all around, and only the computer screen was shining with the warmth and tenderness of your true feelings and flowing streams. Deeply, every article follows your emotions, being the captive of your philosophical sentences again and again, thinking about what kind of gentle, natural and unrestrained man you are, which makes me crazy and fascinated, willing to spend an inch of time and an inch of gold in exchange for your selfless spiritual food. When reading your poems, sometimes the heat waves gallop and the waves are surging, sometimes the calmness and indifference are near the end of the world. In meditation, what kind of love Cup you are, and what kind of man who works calmly and carefully. The woman who envied you in your dream should be such a gorgeous beauty. She admired the upright spirit in your poems, the love between heaven and earth, and the heroic spirit of a man. Why not make people admire you, how can you forget you? In the dim light, use the fragrance of your pen and ink to brew a jar of mellow wine, and use its concentration of flying soul to anesthetize my barren nerves. In your strong and comfortable arms, looking for the harbor that has been floating for a long time, in the blue waves of your love sea ripples, gently waving the sail of love in the blue sky you hold up, turned into floating clouds and roamed in your passionate embrace, the moonlight at midnight, the Willow sleeves in the skirt, dancing lightly with my scalding cherry lips, gently kissing your forehead lines and temples, convey my true feelings with silent touching. Because I can’t express it, I don’t know whether you are alone in the years, whether you also feel my missing, and whether you can accept me as a friend without talent. The stars move under the moon, always chasing the brightest big dipper. I hope that when it blinks, I will be moved by my infatuation and send the glitter of love to the distant place, because I know that we have one side under this sky, and I don’t know if you also lean on the Xuan Lan and look up at the stars. The bright moonlight seems to be just for me to take care of tenderness and convey your love gently. Then I stretch out my hands to touch the veil and moon curtain you gave me and jump to the moon, drunk into your dreams, with a romantic atmosphere, put a smile on your mouth. From your brilliant poems and articles, I was deeply impressed by your unrestrained enthusiasm, and accompanied me through the dead of night with thousands of lights. I was alone. Pick up the feeling of overflowing Foreign love that you left, pillow a Hunan spring night, accompany me to dream back thousands of miles, a curtain of rose fragrance. I don’t have too many extravagant hopes, and I don’t want to mess up your peace recklessly. I just want to be one of your many friends and share your joy and sorrow, feel your strong brilliance closely. Guard and breathe quietly. Until one day, you also felt my breath and I am indispensable friend. I just want to have a world that belongs to us, talk about the texture of poems and books freely with magnanimous feelings, get drunk in the ink sea of literary waves, dance in the lines of poems and poems, and spend the rest of my life together. Eternal feelings need pure and long time, fine sand, washing and training, and precipitate essence in the test of time. Lean on your poetic harbor, Gallop endless imagination love, when the night is quiet, spread out the blank love in your heart with your words, lonely time, use your cup of love to melt hazy thoughts like, when it is dark, use your pen to write the light of passion like, when you are hungry, fill your charm with my whole soul like, when you are happy, share joy with you and enjoy a hundred years 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…

Walk

Industrial Park Road in small western suburbs, because far away from downtown, here Natural some eerie silence. Because there were few people and cars, the old trees and flowers seized the opportunity to attack the city and land, making this area Fat. It seemed to be full of green all the year round. The short trees on both sides of the road last year are not short this year. The lush branches and leaves block the sunlight, making the singing voice of cicadas appear rough and bright in the shade. There were flowers under the trees, and the breeze came and the flowers were swaying and combined into a series of quatrains of Tang people. I a person walk. The air in the suburb belongs to everyone, and I also belong to me. I can swim slowly in the air. The breeze is the blue waves on the water, rippling beside me. You can walk alone in the countryside as you like. It doesn’t matter if you walk slowly or quickly. No one cares about you even if you walk backwards with your hands behind your back. No one cares about you in this world, even if you put a condom on your head in summer, no one cares about you, but it does not mean that the world is shameful, so shameful that wearing a condom is not a rape. The Sunshine passes through the leaves and leaks down one by one, like broken time. The Street is bright and dark, and stumbles down at dusk. Walking in this silent suburb was nothing more than me. The old woman walking the dog seemed to have followed me for a long time. The old woman had white hair and chicken skin, but the dog was small and exquisite, wearing a necklace with a silent bell hanging around her neck. Although I lived in the same community, I knew nothing about the old woman. Every time I saw her, I would see dogs. The old woman snuggled up with dogs. The old woman looked solemn, and the dog seemed always smiling. I stopped and found that my previous judgment was purely self-sentimental. Not the old woman followed me, but the dog followed me all the way, not the old woman holding the dog, but the old woman holding the dog. It seems that dogs are more lonely than old women. The dog looked at me for a moment, with a melancholy expression, which seemed not to be as smiling as just now. He screamed at me for the first time and led the old woman forward hurriedly, it must have heard the thunder rumbling in the distance. It is indeed to promote rain. The heavy rain poured down like no one else, ignoring my existence. If there was no industrial park road beside the heavy rain, there would be heavy rain on the industrial park road, only heavy rain without Road. Now that I have been wet, I will no longer find a place to take shelter from the rain, so I simply take the initiative to turn myself into a drowned rat. There are also flowers along the road that become drowned with me. They are more embarrassed than me, stumbling and scattering all over the floor. The wind is smaller than the rain, and the rain that slowly goes away seems to have a sense of indifference. Continue to walk. A small house appeared beside the road, quietly located in the bushes. Sitting in front of the hut, the dog looked at me with a serious face. It seemed that I was more stupid than a dog, just as if I didn’t know that it was windy and rainy, and people would be drenched into a drowned rat. The dog with serious expression told me that I would be stupid for a long time. The raindrops were wrapped in the hut, and someone played a violin in the hut. Is it an old woman or the owner of the cabin? I stop and listen. I once met an old man here, who was thin and clear-looking, and could whistle, play erhu and sing some old songs. These music were all pure sounds of nature, sometimes a Bing, sometimes it was He Zhanhao, but the old man was neither blind nor Professor. He was a genuine folk school. The dog didn’t let me approach the cabin. At this moment, it swept away the smiling face just now, and stared at me with standing feet, which was full of hostility to me. This is not to say that the dog’s temperament changes quickly. Just like the previous weather, it was still clear, and the clouds were dense and the rain was torrential. Dogs keep their secrets for their owners. In order to maintain a long-term friendly relationship with the dog, I turned around and left. The night was not deep, and a tree flower lit up the street lamp. Flowers are the soul of trees, which are mottled and stacked like carpets hanging in the air. If there is clear water below, it will form a beautiful reflection, but unfortunately there is no. You will get lost when walking alone. When you get lost, you should consider the meaning of life. What’s the meaning of life? I won’t walk when I know the meaning of life. There is a tower at the end of the Industrial Park Road. It is said that it was first built in the Southern Dynasty. The man who built the tower was an eminent monk. It is said that he likes stone carving. Many characters are carved on the cliff of Chongshan Mountain in this area, and, treat these words as rare treasures and completely understand the meaning of these words. I will go to see the tower for a walk tomorrow. The reflection of the tower in the water is clear and clear. If there is wind, the reflection will be broken. If the wind is strong, only the glittering light can not see the pagoda clearly. 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. 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If it is windy, I don’t want to stop. Such as willow, reluctant to dance.

I once thought how fearful the night was, like a bottomless abyss. But when all the displeasure came to my heart and I couldn’t breathe any more, the only thing I could do was to escape, and only to escape. When walking on the campus path, people are like lights and flowers are like paper shadows. The red eyes on the electronic display screen hurt. I hurried and left a uniform figure on my back. On the west Moon Lake, weeping willows sway the bank. Under the dim light, the weeping willow leaves a shadow, and the lake water rippling slightly. On the invitation Bridge, a couple hugged each other. I looked back and glanced at it, feeling different. I passed by Building 7, and the faint sound of the classroom still reached my ears. It was a European and American movie. I like it, so I focus on it. In a flash, there was an impulse to sneak in through the back door of the classroom. After thinking for a while, it changed to calm. It’s all right. Now that you are out, why do you need to go in. It has been a long time since senior students left, they have not strolled in the campus like this. So I strolled, the wind blew my long hair and gently brushed my cheek. I was like a child, breathing that breath greedily. The playground at night is especially mysterious. The red plastic runway, the green plastic grass, the dim light on the road not far away, and the vehicles coming and going began to wander with the runway, circling around and enjoying themselves. Occasionally a Running Girl ran past me, and the long hair blown by the wind froze in my eyes. When chatting with my friends, I joked that I ate too much, held on, and walked out to help digestion. In fact, it was really impossible to stay in the house. The Otaku Girls in the dormitory gathered together to watch TV plays, laughing while scolding. I had to escape from the closed doors and windows and the screen of the computer. The balcony space was too small. I was never a safe person, and I was full of anxiety factors. Indoors, I am always like a sick child, without vitality and vitality, just like a sick fairy. Outside, I like to look up at the sky 90 degrees, listen to the unknown birds singing by the Boulevard, and watch the red plum blooming quietly by the roadside, I like to see the lake water flowing in the wind in the West Moon Lake. I love the grass, trees and flowers around me. Although these are insignificant in their eyes! Some readers call I am non-human, and say where sacred I am. I smiled bitterly. I am neither God nor holy. It’s just a woman who won’t even look at you in the crowd. The only thing more than you is that I can see through and think more than you. Because I feel life very attentively and find beauty. It is never God, neither now nor future. I am just me, just Fang Lige. If it is windy, I don’t want to stop. Just want to wandering. Such as willow, reluctant to dance, just want to and Lake matched scene. When wandering in the nature, I just want to be a child who is full of yearning and curiosity for everything. Children who run on the grass and giggle from the bottom of their hearts. In the argument, I just want to listen quietly, never argue, never argue, and when it is true, it is an amazing woman from the bottom of my heart. In sarcasm, a calm and poised woman. I am myself, and it is never possible for everyone to clap their hands and praise. People who appreciate me, thank you. You are always reminding me of what I have and what I can do and what I admire. Therefore, I always reflect on myself and ask myself whether I have a clear conscience. People who satirize me, thank you. You are always reminding me to set my seat right and don’t lose yourself in flowers and applause. Look at yourself, do something wrong, feel ashamed for what you have done wrong, and express your apology from the bottom of your heart. Those who trust me, thank you, you are always around, your trust is my move forward. Those who love me, thank you, you are always around me, no matter the storm, always support me, accept my coldness and pride, accept my vulnerability, tolerate my arrogance, love my heart. The roar of the train beside the playground shattered my meditation, and my stagnant eyes shifted on the passing train. I was always a woman who knew my life. The passing car shadow is full of my incomparable affection for home. Wandering aimlessly on the playground, I forgot how many laps it was and what time it was at night. I only knew that the wind was a little cold, so I pulled up the clothes chain. Take good care of yourself and don’t let us worry. My parents’ exhortation rang in my ears again. After climbing the fence, he climbed up without hesitation. At a glance, the feeling of a small mountain is so magical. Sitting on the top, the wind blows up the hair, staring at the people coming and going below. The neon is like a fairyland, hazy and shady. I just sat there, forgetting the strange eyes of passers-. For a second, I suddenly realized whether passers-by thought I had something to think about. I thought I had something sad. I fell in love and quarreled with others? Indeed, among the crowd on the playground, there are either couples or roommates walking together. And I am so maverick, sitting alone at the highest place of climbing the fence. But when the wind brushed my cheek again, I smiled calmly. Why should we care about the vision of passers-? I sat on the top of the mountain and watched the scenery. The Breeze delighted my mood and fulfilled the thirst for knowledge of passers-. Sidelines, and mirrors, original is such a beautiful dream. Dear, when you pass by the playground and see the long-haired girl sitting on the top of the fence, don’t, don’t surprise her dream. But at this moment, she fell into deep dreams. Don’t disturb her. Dear, when you are a wisp of breeze, don’t think about staying and traveling freely in the sky. Dear, when you are a willow, don’t think about walking with the wind and floating comfortably on the lakeside. Dear, when you read depression from my words, don’t be sad. When you are depressed, it makes me depressed. Depression is also a kind of beauty. I have never been a melancholy woman. Melancholy is just an occasional episode in my life. Just like the paper scraps flying by by accident, it is fleeting. But dear, remember to meditate in your heart: After all, tomorrow is another day! 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…

Some memories about youth

Some things are deposited in the depth of memory, not forgetting, just don’t want to think of it again. Sometimes I think I have forgotten it, but at some moment some fragments suddenly flash in my mind, as if telling yourself not to forget. When watching “The girls we chased together in those years”, when seeing Shen Jiayi and Ke Jingteng were punished to stand together, tears couldn’t help bursting out of my eyes. The same was true for me and a boy in those years, I don’t know whether that boy still remembers that seven years ago, he just entered the middle school, and then the teacher lined up seats. He and I sat together, a handsome boy who was a little ruffian. The sun was so hot that day, and the afternoon was even more hot and sleepy. I was so sleepy after a few minutes of math class. I vaguely heard someone calling me, and I promised to open my eyes, but I saw the math teacher standing in front of me with a face of anger. Maybe the teacher was in a bad mood that day, and my luck was also bad, I went out and stood as a result. In the roar of the teacher, I went out and stood with the book in my hand. Let’s see, can the grades of students like this be good? I didn’t listen carefully in class and went to sleep unexpectedly. Is there any teacher in my eyes? The annoying voice in the classroom makes people chatter endlessly, which makes people feel particularly harsh. The sunshine outside is particularly dazzling, but I don’t care about these, I just feel very ashamed, my face was lost. My self-esteem was severely hit by the teacher’s words. I felt wronged and uncomfortable. My tears kept falling down like broken beads. Hey, don’t cry, I came to accompany you. His voice suddenly rang in my ear. I was stunned. Who let you doze off? Now it has brought trouble to me, the teacher was nervous and saw me unhappy. He drove me out to accompany you to stand. After saying that, he blinked and spoke out mischievously. Looking at him winking, I was a little dumbfounded and laughed. Don’t cry. What’s the big deal? Don’t you just stand with punishment? I used to stand with punishment, for students like me who do not study well, these are all small cases, and they are all considered as the old man with bad math and old age syndrome. Listening to his illogical words, I was no longer so uncomfortable. I felt warm in my heart. In fact, I was always a sensitive person with strong self-esteem, when being criticized or humiliated by teachers, I would feel extremely uncomfortable, and I couldn’t bear the pressure of being laughed at, but if someone could accompany me, I would feel a great sense of security. When I looked at his smiling face, I said to myself in my heart that he was that person, the friend who can let me take off the mask of indifference and treat each other sincerely. Then that class was spent in his Hu Kan, which was not as long as he thought at first, because at the beginning, the students in the class were not familiar with each other, and they didn’t care too much, soon I was put into a brand new learning life, and that shameful thing was just a small episode in my life. Many things are like this, which may be very serious in advance, but after thinking about it, you will feel that it is no big deal. Sometimes the hard time is usually the happiest, it is not impossible to calm down the contradiction and smile at each other. At that time, it was necessary to go through sufferings and setbacks to comfort his brilliance. Then he studied hard and got good grades in mathematics. Later, he often said to me half jokingly, do you want to surprise the old math man, and then make him look at you with new eyes and regret that he didn’t have it? Every time I just laughed without saying a word, because I knew in my heart that half of my brilliant math scores were his contribution. Later, we often helped each other in study and gradually became good friends who talked about everything. People often say that the authorities are fascinated and the bystanders are clear, but this sentence has to be reversed in the relationship between us. It should be the authorities, bystander fans not only used to have classmates asking us what the relationship was between us, but now when someone mentions him in front of me, his eyes and tone are full of ambiguity, which often makes I am very embarrassed, I had to say with a smile: good friend. Really? Don’t believe it! If you don’t believe it, you can do whatever you want. Whenever they keep asking questions in a questioning tone, I have to hide and prevaricate in this way. In fact, I know that your affection for him is more than friendship but less than love. Compared with ordinary classmates, it is more special, but we were relatively sensitive at that time when we were in adolescence, I always mistake friendship for love. When I was in junior high school, I was totally a good child who only knew how to learn and didn’t care about anything else, so that my classmates later recalled me as a perfect child. As long as I entered the class, I saw that I was reading books or doing homework seriously. No matter what happened in the class, I didn’t raise my head. I thought they were exaggerating, in fact, the reason why I came to the class early at that time was that he always came to the class early. Although they always saw me studying seriously, in fact, I often stared at him secretly when I was doing homework, it was just that he didn’t know. At that time, I often thought that I was just an ugly duckling who was self-abased, watching everything in his invisible corner silently. There were trees and branches on the mountain, I don’t know whether you are happy or not. At that time, young boys and girls who were in adolescence had more or less favorable feelings for the opposite sex. Gradually, the campus began to fall in love from nowhere, those bold boys and girls were together just like the hero and heroine of the idol drama at that time. The hazy good impression gave birth to the Misty Love, which made those people immersed in it feel very happy. But accidentally let the teachers and parents know, then it would be a big disaster, suddenly fell back from the dream to reality, so those boys and girls together are careful to do a good job of confidentiality. For these reasons, some timid and shy boys and girls have to silently like a person and hide the person they love in their hearts, except me, many people may have loved or paid close attention to such a person silently at an ignorant age. Once my junior high school deskmate liked a boy in the class very much. Sometimes she would secretly tell me, sometimes when others talk about him, it doesn’t matter to pretend. Sometimes they even read some Constellation books to divine whether they are destined with him. I believe many people have done this before, but until graduation, this girl didn’t tell this boy what she thought in her heart, which might be a little regretful. But as the years went by, when we recalled again, we actually didn’t like it that much, it’s just like the feeling when I like someone. It’s a bit like I love you, but it has nothing to do with you. But at that time, the kind of light and pure feelings also gradually faded away with the growth of age. Only when I think of it occasionally, my heart still throbs, but most of the time, the past will be changed by our memory, the past youth time has largely become the youth time we imagined. Sometimes when we meditate, we will sigh with emotion about the passing of time. It is time that is the easiest thing to lose and the most precious thing in the world, and at the same time, we don’t know how to cherish it, I often hesitated when people asked me my age. I always felt that I was still a teenager, but the fact was that I had already become a teenager in my twenties. I still think of the people I once loved silently, and the carefree time, the sunshine in the afternoon and the boy in the sunshine. But when we separated, we were destined to have different directions in the future, later, he was admitted to a key middle school, and I was only admitted to the Second Middle School in the same city. I seldom contacted him because of the intense study afterwards, and I have never met him since graduation, until the college entrance examination, we met outside the examination room. From a distance, I saw a familiar person coming towards me. He raised his eyebrows and smiled at me, saying “Come On. But now he is in the beautiful city of Hangzhou, the famous university, but I came to the north, an ordinary university. Although there are contacts, they are still limited to ordinary friends, but the pure time when I was young was always unforgettable. Not long ago, when we talked with friends about the life in middle and high school at first, we talked about the secret love in our youth. At that time, we felt it hard to talk about the secret of embarrassment, but now we can say it easily, it seemed that I was talking about other people’s affairs. I clearly remembered that my friend said, fortunately, there was no result at that time, but now I recall it so beautiful. Maybe this is just right. I can recall without resentment and think with joy that there was a dream that someone once decorated my youth. 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…