I am no longer young (Qintai art)

Don’t smear some thick powder on your face, and don’t want to go out. I feel there are always some strange eyes looking at you: Look, this yellow-faced woman, who is not slim and has no luster, is ugly! I suddenly felt that I was really old. Not only the old face, but also his own mentality. I remember a good saying: beautiful women are eye-catching, smart women are brain-nourishing, kind women are heart-nourishing, gentle women are mind-nourishing, talented women are nurturing, and healthy women are nurturing. I slowly climbed to the age of 40, and I had no charm and brilliance in my youth. I was not beautiful when I was young, let alone beautiful now; I would not act according to the circumstances, and would not be slick, I don’t know where to go, neither does the experience of wind and rain make me smart; The trifles and helplessness of life make me who has always been a good temper become a lion roar, and I will frown and lose my temper easily, gentleness had been far away from me; I, who had been recommended as a talented woman in my class since I was in school, became an ordinary housewife and sometimes became nagging when facing dissatisfaction; I always treat life sincerely, but life doesn’t give me much favor. What it gives me is a fragile nerve and a weak body; Only a kind heart, it has not changed, although it has been polished by life without edges and corners, although it has been scarred. Beautiful, smart, gentle, healthy, talented and healthy seem to be far away from me, and I also seem to be really old. Especially in front of my daughter who is as crazy as a small tree, I feel more ruthless time and no longer time. I know that I am no longer young. However, my kind heart is still there. What can a kind heart do? A kind heart can make the grass feel the warmth brought by the spring breeze; A kind heart can make the withered wood Fengchun, make the frozen melt, and make the thirsty heart feel love. In fact, having a kind heart is enough for me. A kind heart can also make me feel the beauty of this world; A kind heart can also make me have the longing for love in the long world of mortals; A kind heart, only with a kind heart can I understand tolerance and gratitude; Only with a kind heart can I feel self-esteem and self-love. I know that life will not be smooth. When the dark clouds cover the light, when the wind and sand enchant my eyes, when the dark night can’t fade away, when the haze blocks my heart, I can’t be willing to fall down, and I can’t choose to be irresponsible to myself. I know I am no longer young. However, there is one thing that can determine your future, that is, mentality. People can grow old, but their hearts can be young. I think of Zheng Yuanjie who has been able to write fairy tales for more than 20 years. He is already over 50 years old, but if it weren’t for him having a childlike heart to write so many works that children love to read, how can he win children’s respect and love for him? No matter how old a person is, it is good as long as he is young. No matter how ugly a person is, it is good to have a kind heart. No matter how ruthless life is to you, as long as you have a strong and optimistic attitude. People are old, even if they are no longer young, as long as their mentality is not old, they can live in the present and live well in the present. Grasping the present in prosperity is a kind of kung fu, and living in adversity is a kind of realm. Stubborn, easy to enter the dead corner, generate psychological pressure, leave shadow, add physical and mental burden. Changing an idea is easy to make people dim and bright. Changing an angle will leave a space for thinking. Changing thinking can make people live in a desperate situation. I know that I am no longer young. However, if I change a mentality, my life will be totally different. Therefore, I will go shopping when I am in a good mood and buy something I like to satisfy the vanity of a little woman; I will have a haircut and beauty treatment at a fixed time to relax my body and mind; I will also chat with friends when I feel depressed and pour out my unhappiness. I know that I am no longer young, but my fate is in my own hands. In the years to come, I will live well and well. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Beginning of the end

I don’t know when it will start, and the days will become so endless. Things happened at the end of last year seemed like yesterday. The Bell of this year was ringing again. Habitually, at the end of each year, I would write a text, which was the end of the old days, and on the other hand, I would also cheer for the new beginning. After careful calculation, I have been with words for some time, but my level is limited and I have never written a valuable article. Yesterday, when I talked about writing with my friend, my friend encouraged me to submit more articles. I said, my words are not good, and no one wants them even if I vote. My friend said, how can you know if you don’t vote. I am very grateful for my friend’s encouragement, but I really understand in my heart that my words are just the real records of my life, just a way to vent my emotions, and really have little reading value, I don’t want to stain the readers’ eyes. Because of self-knowledge, I always write quietly and calmly. I won’t be ecstatic because of someone’s beauty, nor will I be hurt secretly because of someone’s disdain. In this way of writing, I think if there is not much change in real life and there are not too many restrictions on external conditions, I will stick to it all the time. Isn’t it said that everyone’s life is a wonderful book? In this case, let me lay paper and grind it, and copy it on the long scroll of life. Just like my indifferent character, in general, it was quiet and peaceful in 2011. There is no great sorrow or joy, nor any ups and downs. If there is any aftertaste, could it be in the spring day, together with my brother and sister, to help my father set up a birthday party; In summer, I took my son alone and walked in the colorful streets of the capital; In autumn, I lived outside, a little plantain, and a little smoke and rain, which added a bit of sleepless pain; In winter, I finally got a driver’s license with all my efforts. If there is any regret, it may be that there are some dreams. If they do not bloom, they will become a wisp of residual fragrance embedded in the deep soul, which makes the bones look bleak; Maybe it is impossible to spend the time in Beijing, record it in the form of words. I always felt that it was a different period of time, mixed with all kinds of feelings such as sorrow, relief, bitterness, relief, surprise and so on. I have a long-cherished wish that one day, one month, one year, one day, I will carry my luggage alone, pick up the camera, put down the hubbub, and walk on my life in endless boundless and distant places. Although the trip to Beijing was not suitable for both climate and atmosphere, the brand-new environment still made my thoughts as distant as smoke. I remember that at that time, I especially liked walking on the street, watching the blooming locust flowers, condensed into rain, falling on the platform, the roof, even the clothes and hair of pedestrians; I also liked in the Temple of Heaven, surrounded by the ancient and vigorous pine and cypress, I was stunned, imagining and sighing; In the Imperial Palace, in the ordinary family, I tried my best to take photos in close to the camera in front of the pane and roof; In the depth of the hutong, I was facing the courtyard, after all, the capital is a place where history and legend are embedded in brick cracks and glory and time are melted into oil paint. Here, no matter it is the moonlight night, walking alone in the deep hutong, or in the afternoon, the stream of people flowing in like water can feel the smell from the other end of time. Apart from this comfort and regret, the rest of the days were plain, like lakes in high mountains, Misty, cold and quiet. Diagnostic handbooks, gone. Inadvertently, a new year has come. As usual, I will still go back to my hometown to celebrate the new year, and enjoy the bustle and busyness of the new year in the joy of tired birds returning home and reunion after a long separation. Coincidentally, 2012 is also my birth year. Like many friends who have entered the year of birth, in order to achieve happiness and well-being in the coming year, I am also preparing some red clothes for myself, such as red scarf and red ultra-short down jacket. As for the coming year, I don’t know whether it is as prosperous as wish. What we can do at this moment is probably at the edge of the end of the year and the beginning of the year, to clean up the lead, smile lightly, and make ourselves bright and healthy for a lifetime …… also wish all friends healthy and happy! Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

lian yu whisper

The vines climbing all the way were hung in the whole corner of the courtyard wall. The tall and upright trees, of course, were graceful, but it was hard to escape from the ridicule of the people on the road to his winter. What a beautiful tree, but in the winter days, it was not the same loneliness. The leaves withered, the withered branches became bald, and the old trunk was gradually mottled, this is the courtyard path that needs to be repeated every day. The morning sun rises and falls, and the hot sun of Noon passes by instantly. The red and bright sun in the sunset reveals a little sorrow and sorrow of parting. The slow music, always accompanied by a little bit of water, also brought the Lotus’s whisper, gently telling. What a beautiful music, she is so light and graceful, just like the snow fluttering freely in the sky. This is a pure music named Lotus whisper her string is a kind of gentle rhythm, just like the warm wind in the spring sun, and also like a small chrysanthemum in the mountains, with a faint and elegant fragrance scattered, it is rich and profound. There are always a few bunches of flowers and green leaves in front of the round stone table, which accompany the Lotus Lotus reflecting in the Chi Pan and bloom quietly, accompanied by the elegant fragrance. Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Eternal ai yuyu

The night in early summer is very beautiful, with bright moon and breeze, thin clothes and light clothes, and the mood is as soft as the moonlight. It should be a very happy thing to walk with someone you love on such a night. If we can meet each other, love each other, and depend on each other until we grow old, what else can we expect? But things always go against their will, which is the helplessness of life. A sigh, life goes. Modern women are self-improvement, but behind the self-improvement is still a constant woman’s heart. Women can’t fool their nature that needs to be loved and protected. Qiong Yao’s movies grew up with our generation, and his emotional self often turned himself into the heroine in it. Immersed in the plot, he was happy and also burst into tears. Later, some people always said that I was like a girl in Qiong Yao. In fact, I never deliberately imitated it. I didn’t want to be Dongshi, and I was unique. It is also because I have the same sentimental and delicate feelings as them, and I am eager to meet such a personable Prince in the plot. Things have passed for a long time, and love has never made me yearn for such a dreamy mystery. I thought that I had seen through love, but actually I just escaped, who didn’t need love. It’s just that I have been hurt and know better about protection. Imprisonment may also be a kind of supreme state of love, at least it will not fall, and there may be expectations. Wandering Outside love, one can always live in hope and expectation. He always thinks that a man who is upright and determined is the most reliable. He has a positive attitude and doesn’t have to worry about what immoral things he does. A man’s personality charm is better than anything else. He must put his appearance, status and money ahead. Only a man with noble personality can let women love and wear it. Women’s love for men must have qualities worth admiring. However, modest gentlemen only appeared in the story, so women were disappointed, doubted, hid themselves and wronged themselves. I didn’t watch love movies for a long time, and the blood was very cold. After Qiong Yao woke up from a dream, she was unbearable to face the reality. With the change of age, I agree with those sayings: Believing in Love is a naive behavior. I thought I was mature, but actually I couldn’t fool myself. I always needed love. I understand that as long as there are feelings, love must be needed. I think most people who no longer believe in love will not have pure and beautiful hearts. Believe in true love, thought must be pure. I have been silent for a long time in the sentimental mood of past experiences, and have no intention to care about everything else, not watching movies or TV. I have been bored recently, and my thoughts are almost solidifying. Search for several movies, “Ye Wen”, among which “Su Qier” has been watched twice. The hardness and softness of martial arts movies make people excited and evoke numb emotional world. Looking for the lost hero complex from the new story, feeling the lingering of crazy men and women in the world, and the power of passionate men. However, the power contained by a man with strong heart is attributed to women. Once he lost his beloved woman, he was decadent as a beggar. However, the sense of mission of men finally showed incisively and vividly, which was the case for a good man. Such beggars who love their families and love their country are the real horrible thing if the force in “Su Qier” is for retribution to each other. They are most afraid of fighting and killing in martial arts films, which is cruel. However, the crossing and complexity of emotions inside can be called nine ileum. Love, kinship, the contradiction and struggle of human nature. Love each other until they can live and die together. That’s amazing. When Su Can was driven into the rolling river by his uncle-in-law, Xiao Ying, the wife played by Zhou Xun, jumped and followed him unambiguously. This is the power of love, you can give up family affection (son, brother) regardless. Where one side of brother overwhelmed, tore heart crack lung, knife cut down innocent. I always believe that there is such love, and I am excited for this love realm. And when the elder brother avenged for his father, he also took the life of his younger sister, because the enemy of the elder brother was his brother-in-law Su can. Love can offset all hatred, and greatness lies in this. The enemy got married, the enemy was difficult, and there was no winner in the end. The complexity of human nature is more contradictory than imagined. Force is always not a tool to solve contradictions. When will we report the injustice? The spirit and integrity carried forward by Chinese martial arts show our national prestige. Thinking of “Huo Yuanjia” played by Jet Li, it also ended like this. Jet Li is an actor that I liked since I was a child. Until now, I have known Zhao Wenzhuo and Donnie Yen from “Su Qier”. A good actor will remember a work. Zhao Wenzhuo in the love in the Blue River is even more *** charming, which is the same version as the new plum cut. After watching more than 10 episodes in a row, the blood became hot again. We can doubt everything in this world, but we cannot doubt the existence of love. Everyone will feel happy, full and safe because of love. Emotional I am often influenced by the sadness of the plot. Zhao Shijun is a kind of man who is capable of writing, martial arts, chivalrous and tender, and his gentleman demeanour is the yearning in every woman’s heart. The emotional entanglement of several women in the play is because they fall in love with an excellent man at the same time, which makes the story ups and downs. When love is accomplished with a purpose, what hurts is not one person, but Qiu Ling is just the victim of love. Sometimes benevolence and righteousness also conflict with morality. For the whole people in Shahe town, Zhao sacrificed his true love, and silently treasured the shadow of the soul of the heart. The love between heart and Zhao Shijun is lingering and profound, but true love is always so gripping and unable to stop. Superficial love can last a peaceful life, and nothing can be eulogized. However, deep love is often a halfway disaster, which makes people excited. Maybe it is love to leave life or death. In reality, most of what we experience are Love That Dares to be plain without too much extravagance, and we often go far. No one can tell how much the love in it can stand. Because love is not only the sweet words before and after the flowers, but also the choice and dedication at the moment of life and death. Vigorous can temper the brilliance of true love and see true feelings in adversity. Eternal Love, eternal mystery. Teach people to live and die. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Free Winter

I haven’t played so leisurely for a long time. After breakfast, I left home alone and prepared to go fishing by the Riverside in front of the door, carrying fishing gear and strolling on the country path with deep thatched grass on both sides, from a distance, I saw several egrets looking for food leisurely by the river. The occasional arrival of a Egret caused a sensation! Walking along the curved path to the river bank, because there are fewer and fewer people at home, many lands which used to be full of crops are now grassland, and a pheasant suddenly jumped out will scare you into sweat. The crisp birdsong on the tree not far away caused me to stand and listen. After seven or eight minutes’ walk, we came to the Riverside. A boat leaned quietly against the water. There was already some water in the boat and it could no longer be used, but once I used it to ferry to the opposite side of the river to see the common people there. At that time, I couldn’t row, so I had to ask the owner of the boat to support me, when I come back, I will ask him to pick me up. Sometimes I feel very embarrassed when I meet him busy with farm work! Later, because there was an emergency patient across the river calling me for a visit, but he was not at home, because I was good at swimming, so I dared to cross the river alone with a boat, because I couldn’t do it, the initial boat still took a few rounds in the middle of the river, and gradually got better. Later, most of the time I went across the river with my boat to see people. In recent years, due to a large number of people going out, In addition to the lack of land and even the lack of roads, I gradually didn’t go to the opposite side of the river. Thinking about those hard days! Find a place near the river to place the fishing rod, and wait quietly for the fish to bite. A few cold wind blew, couldn’t help shivering! Looking up, the gloomy sky was connected together. Somehow, I didn’t pay much attention to the fishing rod most of the time, perhaps because I only cared about fishing! I only care about enjoying the feeling of fishing! Not far away, a group of ducks slowly swam towards me. It seemed that I was fished by them! But fortunately, when they were approaching, they finally caught a small crucian! It seems that at least I will not return empty-handed! So I put away the fishing rod, sat on the lawn and watched the scenery on both sides quietly, letting the cold wind pass through my cheek. I was looking forward to summer very much. Every year I would find some days to swim in the river, I used to be able to swim against the water for about one kilometer, but I almost didn’t finish it this year. It seems that people still need to exercise more. Otherwise, I think I may not be able to swim against the water for 500 meters in the future! My girl will also go to the Riverside with me to play with water. Every time she will pick up many colorful shells! He also helped her catch some crabs and asked her mother to cook them for her, Tong Jing is very good at making those snacks! After her simple processing, several ordinary crabs will become delicious food in my girl’s heart! Every time the girl eats a mouthful of oil, she still shouts, and next time she will catch it and let her mother cook it! I remember when I was young, I also liked to catch some crabs and ask my mother to get them for us to eat. But at that time, there was not much oil, let alone these seasonings now! Maybe it is because of the tense life! Every time I eat it with relish! Sitting there quietly thinking about the past, I forgot everything, the purpose of this trip, and the tedious life! Time is like a few egrets flying over the head, fleeting! I enjoyed the leisure very much, but at this moment, the girl’s shouting woke me up. I was very anxious to hear her voice. Maybe I had been shouting for a while! So I answered, packed up the fishing gear, put the little crucian carp I caught just now in the river, and prepared to go home. The day passed like this. As the pressure of life became greater and greater, this kind of leisure days will be less and less! I am afraid that it will only appear in my memory in the future! Go home, farewell to my favorite river, Farewell to My wasted youth! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Cool Autumn

Autumn is coming secretly without any sound. The alternation of seasons will not turn 90 degrees, and the transition will have a radian. People adapt to the cycle of seasons and feel the elegant demeanour of the four seasons in the unconscious transition. In the early autumn after the typhoon, the gentle cool breeze revealed a little sadness. For distant compatriots, the disaster brought misfortune to human beings. A slight madness of nature involved human beings in endless displacement. The mood seems to enter late autumn. But the leaves on the tree haven’t withered, the maple leaves on the mountain haven’t been red, and the temperature at the end of summer must not have cooled down, and I can learn from the hot autumn every year. At this time, I felt the coolness and worried about the attack of autumn tigers. My happiness was always mixed with fear and anxiety. The Sky, curtain and curtain, rain, stopped and fell, people, return to their own direction. Where do I belong? The heart fell in front of the leaves, tears, maple leaves hanging on the branches. No worries about wind, not chou yu, worry human non-bosom friend. Of fearlessness, and nothing can, only afraid window single autumn. A face of confusion during the day, but a face of sadness at night. I also have the impulse to cry. I am not a strong person, and I always feel inexplicable sadness. I have experienced so much, and I have gained scars all over my body, and there is no place to tell, no one can understand. There is no one in this world who can be delivered. I protect myself carefully. After my favorite person hurt me the most, I turned around to recognize each other. The closest person is unconscious in the hospital bed, and I don’t know my pain or tears. Even sisters in this world are jealous of each other, and their eyes are full of hatred. Who should I tell my innocence and grievance? Tears flow into my heart, and the pain is complete. I am as fragile as an abandoned stray cat, knowing that I am warm and cold, but I never break the slightest trace of others. I am not a fox, please don’t treat me like this. I don’t have a noble background, but I have a noble soul. My soul is noble. Please don’t misunderstand me like this. I chuckled more and said nothing to show my unworthiness. I won’t rob things that don’t belong to me. If I want, it’s useless to rob. Please don’t underestimate me. Maybe it is because of my nobility that I am so lonely. I don’t have the opportunity to stay away from loneliness, but I think only loneliness is the holiest temple. There are too many hypocrisy and affections in this world. I don’t want to argue with you. What? I just want to stay away from you and live the life I want. All I know is to escape to nobody’s place. I don’t participate in disputes in the world. I am willing to give up and give up all things outside my body. I like Haizi’s poems, facing the sea, Spring is warm and flowers bloom. I don’t want to face your strange eyes. I am willing to be a dew sticking to the grass and facing the clear moonlight. 2009,8 Like (prose editor: yuiran) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Alone (piano stage art)

In the previous life, I am single-winged angel with blue sky, but could not travel in the sky. Looking at the left wing, he let the time knock down the feathers, and the ground was full of chaos; In this life, I am flowers on the other side like fire, splendid on huangquan Road, leaning against the Naihe Bridge, the only scenery on huangquan road grows out of the three worlds, guiding the soul leading to the secluded prison. Flowers and leaves never meet each other, and life and death are wrong; In the next life, I am an evergreen Teng, overflowing in the alternation of spring, in the enchanting sunshine, madly tangled, stretching out his hands, and trying hard to catch those young ladies who died in vain to wander far away. When the only package they wore was only themselves, they would plug in headphones and listen to the light and sad music quietly, I like Xu Fei’s twenty-five-degree voice, no pain, no heart-breaking, simple as a child, light, pure, single cycle when we have gone alone, I will hide in the library, looking back and forth for the memory about life between bookshelves. My fingertips touch the scarred youth, and through the space between books, I accidentally saw you who met you after a century, then turned around and sat on the floor with curved legs, leaning against the bookshelf, immerse your soul in the world of pure white words when you are alone, you will shuttle back and forth in the Ghost Path. In the morning filled with white fog, you will do aerobic breathing, inhaling and exhaling together with the nature, the brain is in a state of empty, making a grass, without the confusion of 300 thousand troubles, without the love that is as painful as a knife cut, without the tears that make oneself cheap, there is only a small wish of happiness ~ when growing up with sunshine alone, you will lie on the lawn, look up at the boundless sky in midsummer night, count the stars, and think of the story my mother told you when I was young, mom said, every dead person will become a star. I tried hard to find the star that my mother turned into, but my crying red eyes and tears blurred my mother’s appearance, meteor streaks across the universe, long tail drags my sleepless sadness when a person is alone, he will fall in love with daze, thoughts are unrestrained in his mind, eyes will become empty, black pupil can’t reflect the trace of love, meditating on those simple days that make people feel distressed, and then reloading the box of memory, forgetting the unforgettable and heartbreaking things with mosaic, I lost my memory happily, but my wandering footsteps could never catch up with your Wandering footprints. Without holding your hands, I was doomed to drift in this life. Remember that you only used one glance, forget you but use the whole past Like (prose editor: prose online) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

I am not used to life, but to love

Yiyi is a woman who is good at both poetry and literature in the ancient capital Xi’an. I have never seen the beauty, but I have seen a few Jade photos, elegant and elegant. What impressed me most was her sincerity to her friends. But there was nothing I could do about her illness, so I could only give a little support spiritually. I hope the greetings from friends can make her happy, and the blessings from friends can make her recover soon. I hope she can be optimistic, face bravely, believe in miracles and create miracles! I was anxious and worried for her, but I didn’t want to let her know that the text message just sent blessings and greetings, and expressing my anxiety might only make her worse. She is smart and smart, so she can definitely see the good intentions of friends behind the faint words. She said in the text message: I went to your space yesterday, and my heart was sad and speechless. May you be well and happy every day! My heart is filled with sorrow. May you be well and happy every day! Isn’t it what I want to express to her? I always feel that there is a layer of faint heaviness in the seemingly relaxed words. How can I be happy every day? I am every day worry! It is not without reason that a netizen who is far away from the world makes me so worried. I was once sad and tearful, and the pain was hard to stop. It was her selfless care that pacified my heart. At that time, we were not familiar with it. Because of her kind nature, we listened to my sorrow and persuaded me to let go of the pain. That was because I was hurt by other netizens and was pessimistic and tired of the Internet. From Yiyi, I learned to treat strange netizens well and opened a happy window for the sad people I met on the Internet. Although things have passed in the past few years, my sadness has been calmed down to only one shadow, but the gratitude to Yiyi has always inspired me to survive and live happily! In my opinion, the purity of network friendship comes from this kind of simple spiritual support, rather than practical utilization. Yiyi is my appellation for her. The full name of her net name is Yiyi from others. I only want the sweetness of true feelings, and I don’t want to be lonely and sad from others. Therefore, I only called her to depend on her, but her gloomy background could not be wiped out, and she once explained to me, but I was still the same as me: I only wish that my true feelings always depend on me, and I don’t want to be separated from each other! What can I do when I am shocked by the evil news of Yiyi’s illness? I can only sincerely pray: God bless me! Nietzsche said: We love life, not because we are used to life, but because we are used to love. On the wasteland of life, we are all temporary travellers, but during the long journey, we should learn to help each other move forward, warm our hearts with our hearts, and light love with love. Even though the other side of the ideal is the boundless expectation itself, at least we have gone through the wonderful life journey worth remembering together! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Middle-aged

In a corner, I accidentally found a photo album. The photo was a little yellow, which was my young self. Time flies so fast that I am already middle-aged. Looking at some childish photos, it was my real self. I don’t know when I learned to disguise, as if I forgot tears and sadness. There are so many ups and downs in life that I gradually learned to be strong from adversity. When people reach middle age, they are old at the top and small at the bottom. The pressure of life sometimes brings themselves to the edge of collapse. I really want to cry like a child, release the pressure and put aside the disguise. When I want to cry, I suddenly find that tears have become my luxury for middle-aged people. When people reach middle age, time has smoothed the edges and corners, and time has forgotten the ideal, leaving only a helpless sigh. Life becomes like a cup of boiled water, plain, tasteless and tasteless. In the dead of night, when sorting out the messy thoughts, I always feel unwilling and feel that I can do something else, but I don’t know where to start. When people reach middle age, their hearts are calm like the lake surface. Even if a huge stone is put into it, it will soon be engulfed by the water, which can not arouse too much waves. I have gradually become accustomed to the plain life, and gradually feel happiness from the details of life, and taste the natural sweetness from boiled water. When people reach middle age, their hearts become less young and more mature. When looking at friends around me, online friends, talking about confideness, blue-face confidant and lover, I feel funny. It really doesn’t matter to myself. This is a good calculation formula. When you decide to use your family as a bet to find an unreal romance. You have stepped into the abyss. You may not get anything. You are doomed to lose a lot. You have lost your parents’ expectations for yourself, your wife’s trust in yourself, and your children’s respect for yourself. When people reach middle age, they have passed the age of playing with fire, and their hearts gradually become calm and rational. What should be given up has been given up, and what should be forgotten has also been forgotten. For the sake of family and life, we can only suffer some grievances and forget ourselves….. Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

My poetry Pilgrim

Writing poetry was my dream when I was young, due to the infection of my grandfather. My grandfather was an excellent rural intellectual in the period of the Republic of China. Therefore, after liberation, he became a landlord gloriously and received some unfair treatment from ZF. But he was very popular and had never received the courtesy of his neighbors. Because he is a person who helps others better than everything in his own family. On the eve of the Spring Festival, he always spent more than a week writing for more than 3 hours every day, using his meaningful and vigorous exclusive Soviet style, the big and small doors of dozens of families nearby are covered with blessings for the Spring Festival. Gongyuan 1978, Mr. Deng Xiaoping helped him remove the landlord’s hat. His years of depression turned into a turbulent move. On the day when he was removed, he created 13 songs praising Hua Guofeng, eulogize Deng Xiaoping and the ancient poetry of the Communist Party, and urge her only son-in-law to make a special trip to Ningyang Post Office to deliver to many newspapers and periodicals (my hometown is 6 miles south of Ningyang County), to express his gratitude. Unfortunately, the unfortunate thing happened the next day. My father was on the way back about 20 miles from grandfather’s house, I lost the poetry package somewhere (my father probably drank a lot of wine at that time). When he got home, his father found that the poetry package was lost, so he hurried back to look for it all the way, but it was impossible to return it to the original owner. My grandfather was very sad, because his inspiration could no longer find the original passion, and he did not write any more, which left him a lifelong regret. To his relief, he found that I, a big nephew, was a little smart, and later told me his above-mentioned regret (I was in the second year of junior high school at that time), he also specially taught me something about tones, rhymes and so on, encouraging me to learn how to write poetry in the future, which would be good for my whole life cultivation. Unfortunately, until 1996, I didn’t find the inspiration to write poetry, but the desire to write poetry was retained. On the eve of Teacher’s Day in 1996, I had the impulse to write poetry. My first poem, free verse “altar”, was born (probably published in The Post “welcome new leaves back to spiritual home”). Later, I began to pay attention to rhythm poems. Because poetry can express the passion, touch and reverie of the inner heart better. Therefore, I began to study Mao Zedong’s poetry and entered the realm of poetry. Another motivation that prompted me to write poetry is the love of myself for students. Because in my opinion, taking the poems created by teachers themselves as gifts and rewards to those innocent children will have an unlimited spiritual inspiration for them. The first poem I gave to the whole class (I didn’t think it was poetry at that time, so I took “altar” as my debut poem) was “song of persuasion”, I finished it at a class meeting in March, 1991 (at that time, I was the head teacher of class 1, Grade 5, teaching mathematics). The content is probably as follows: learning knowledge ask hard-working, easy-to-ask, thinking, thinking, thinking, drilling, drilling, drilling, climbing, climbing, accumulating, learning, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking, asking. On the eve of New Year’s Day in 1998, I received the new year card sent to me by the monitor du Rui from Tsinghua University. It says: dear teacher Xu, maybe you don’t remember me anymore. But the song of encouraging learning given by you will inspire me to love learning forever and accompany me all over the world. It was this small New Year card that aroused my heroic spirit of writing poetry later. Since then, I can’t remember how many poems I have given to my students. At present, I have collected more than 1300 poems. I know that it is impossible for me to leave poetry in this life. Because, I have deeply realized that poetry is my life. Write when you are infinitely happy, write a new realm and a new mood; When you are very depressed, write when you are suddenly enlightened and out of the haze; When you are extremely angry, write when you are crying for justice and generous in life, the online forum has become a pure harbor for me to make friends with poems and make friends with each other with poems. The encouraging poems I gave to every netizen all carry all my emotions and wishes, all carry all my sincerity and blessings. Because, I know that if a person wants to make himself happy, he must first give more happiness to others. I am a little excited when writing here, but I can only turn these excitement into good wishes and reminders for everyone. I wish all good people can have a life like poetry, and all people who need to be better can accept the call of justice poetry. I wish all people can remember friends: a person who is good at pursuing, never lonely! A person who is obsessed with inquiry will never waste it! A man who dares to climb will never be cowardly! A person who is willing to cooperate will always have broad love! A person who is diligent in innovation will always sing a good song! A man who is brave in fighting will always be magnificent! May you always have one by one, laugh at your life and gain a lot! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…