Winter,

When the cold wind started, the remaining rays of temperature slipped away quietly. The air-dried mood trembled slightly in the pale sunshine. There were several cold winters in my sorrowful eyes. When I raised my head, the bitter liquid overflowed to that soft place, leaving deep imprints like sulfuric acid. The distant shore was more distant in the blur, as if the breeze blew gently, and I didn’t know where to go. Even the memory of that time was unconsciously weathered. With the winter, a vast expanse of white and cold flowers came out and passed away when touching the ground, leaving only a moment of sigh and sigh. The withered branches held the head of despair and stabbed the bare wooden branches to the distant sky. The fragments were the shadows of the gray sky. Time went too hastily. In a hurry, even a little faint missing was taken away. What was left was unprepared collapse and blankly flooding. The fallen leaves in late autumn have now slept peacefully in the warm and stocky arms of the Earth. The softly murmured flowers like moonlight in the dream are swaying in the snow curtain all over the sky, when will the stars in the night sky go to sleep when they are swaying in the eyes staring at the Broken Bridge. Sleep and wake up, cycle day by day. The road, covered with yellow thoughts, was replaced by white lonely shadow in the lonely walking, stubbornly stretching to the next unknown winter. Even though, I don’t know how cold it is. Looking forward to the next barren rain in this world, flooding all isolated islands. In the end, only the ripples on the calm water were left. In a trance, everything happened, nothing happened, and there was no way to verify. Because, winter,. Frozen the rapidly rotating and changing world. In silence, my hands clasped on my chest hang down feebly. Waiting for the flowers to bloom, spring will come again, and the tide will rise and fall again. The Four Seasons ignore the hope of this tiny stranger, leaving behind the irony of flower failure on this bank and flower blooming on the other bank. The struggling mood like vines gradually sank into the endless dark abyss of winter. Ice, seal. 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…

Night

Night is the hotbed of tears, the soberness of the thinker and the memory of others. Bury all the sadness and pain, let the tired heart wander in this peaceful harbor and do a short wandering. I like to enjoy the silence of this night, feel the loneliness of this night, and listen to the sigh of this night. Day is my night, night is my day, my soberness. On the other side of the night, another kind of thought emerges. A kind of eyes that won’t be tired for thousands of years cast on the soft place in my heart through the thousands of mountains and rivers that night, pouring out the promise of holding hands and growing old with you every night. Tonight, there is no moon, no stars, no you around. The only thing left in the lonely sky is emptiness, which attracts the loneliness of leaving people. The dull chest seemed to stop the heartbeat, and the naked pain woke up the beauty of the dream again and again. Toss and turn, don’t sleep. This night, black innocence. Just like your pure eyes, shining like diamonds, lighting up the beauty of the world, time seems to be a static hourglass, fixed at that moment. The curved eyelashes are as light as butterfly wings. Everyone wants to grasp these beautiful wings. Close your eyes and feel your breath again, so sweet and warm. The night spreads a piece of soft, silky flowing through your lips, bringing the warm fragrance between your hair. That day, you insisted on a long journey. That night, you forgot your way back. The night is too deep, I know your melancholy, Autumn Heart crossed the river, eventually ran aground. That night, it was the back of your departure, which I kept treasuring. Do you still remember those days and nights. In that year, you were still a little kid, who was running around wearing canvas shoes. I don’t like to open umbrellas in rainy days, and I am afraid of injections when I am ill. I can’t find the pure white daisy in the field. Where are you like that? You said red was the true color of life, burning so hot and bright. In the signs of time, you transformed into a enchanting opium poppy, lighting the whole night quiet like a flame. When you are Daisy, I drink your nectar; When you are poppy, I drink your venom, I am your loyal followers, and bring all my love. The more the night goes, the more hurt it is, the Samsara trampled on it, and the emptiness that cannot be buried. When the last cigarette burned all night’s heartbreak between lonely fingers, darkness was like fading sadness, gradually hiding all the edges and corners. 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…