And make me blue

These words are written to the life that has always been appreciate each other. They are like the salty summer breeze gently rippling on the beach. The low waves receded faintly, leaving a few colorful broken shells. The soft pure golden sand gave off a slight halo in the sunset, and a group of seagulls flew up with white wings flashing. Those words shuttling through my thin youth fell asleep quietly at the end of the ancient wooden bridge. They sing, pray and go round and round day by day, which is endless, like a baby with shining angel halo, so pure and serene. We will definitely meet each other, because we had an agreement in our previous life. It was a plain drawing which was too quiet. Autumn was like a premeditated yellow leaves scattered all over the floor. The wind blew Platycodon grandiflorum and raised their gloomy back, leaving a full of bleak and desolate. The sunlight passes through the clouds and hits the mottled wall through the withered branches. The Dusk is slightly cool and the mountain is hazy, stretching into endless Pang silence. However, this winter has always been a surprise. I suddenly felt endless disappointment. It is like every tiny warm Miss immersed in the long river of age that can never come back. Time, place, character and scene are all of the story, but those trance plots gradually become profound and unpredictable. I kissed the skirt of time in the wind and snow flying all over the sky. Occasionally, I looked through the previous words and sentences, and saw the young man who went through the Mongolian forest to see her with a nervous look or a stubborn expression, I saw the young man who escaped from history class, chemistry class, physics class, math class, playing basketball in the court and fighting indifferently, he was seen with armor rushing into a partial body with scales and said Fuck in the thorny indifferent crowd. It seems like a lifetime, the traces carved by time are all unforgettable bits and pieces one by one. I miss that teenager. The Twilight overflows like water, enchanting the sunset glow at dusk. The traffic flows endlessly in this bustling city, with the neon flashing and the traffic in a hurry. I saw people flowing in a hurry in the small restaurant on the corner, coming and going outside the cold and windy window. The setting sun reflected on their woolen coats, drawing out soft halo. I have been wandering in so many places and walked so fast that I forgot to look back. It turned out that I didn’t have so much time and opportunity to remember one by one. No one has ever left the stage like running water. Time roared forward one year and two years, leaving us who were still standing in the same place and looking around blankly. Those gossips and gossips accompanied by the mighty momentum of growth all turned into lost mood, the certainty of words and the addition of scars. Who picked up the most conical pain in the dream and decorated it into a new beginning. It is just the plot in the dream that can’t write a story after all. At the end of this wind, flowers, snow and moon, I drank all the snow. When I was ten years younger than now, I would also think about what the world would be like ten or two years later. I am ten years older than that time, and I have learned to stand in the bustling world where the wine is full of lights, singing and dancing, sitting on the top of the dormitory building with cigarettes and drinking Snowflake Beer, pretend to be 2B young literary youth and then look at the world like a fool. I really want to tell myself ten years ago. See, the barren look, hypocritical appearance, fragile body and every arrogant breath in this world are all beyond your imagination. In that summer, I was like a flying sparrow wandering in the bright time filled with cicadas and sunshine. There is no air ticket, no luggage, no notice and all the vouchers related to the distance. I can still sit in the small town and eat a bowl of hot-dry noodles in a small but clean shop, use Hanchuan who is familiar with the heart to say sweet words or platitudes. Later, it was a sentimental word, which ruthlessly divided the short time into fragmented fragments, which made people unprepared and difficult to parry. Later, it is now. Every day now, I miss my hometown. These words, through the snow and snow in the north, are naked and frankly exposed in the vast and boundless white. It is a lonely romantic past, I miss the warmth of memory in the indifferent world with a wide sword and a wide axe. The stumbling walking lost too many unrecoverable feelings. These words, sleeping on the broken pen tip, are like those scattered summer fragrance floating at the crossroads of mist crossing, becoming unreachable and hard to be recovered forever. These words, hidden in my chest, are letters sent to time. Long time no see. But now, after so many years, I found out. Long time no see, just a farewell. Under the cloudy sky, what is receding is the burning color. The light Twilight is full of mature yellow. The cold comes too fast. The Dream and tranquility covering the sleeping people’s heads are easily broken. Yesterday was full of bleak, but it was just a desolate snow. People in the wind and snow gradually lost their warm hands to forget the mellow handwriting and the tender and affectionate words, leaving the lost and irreversible mood in the long river of time. Who is full of hope at the end of the long river after experiencing the wind and frost, overlooking another distant Mobei on the way back from the snow, 2011.12.12 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…

Wake up, as from another

On the water side, I am willing to wear a lotus fragrance, take a boat with a leaf, cross the moon of Qin Shiming, cross the Tang wind and song rain, and find you on the vast West Lake. I just want to show you around, and tap on every night I miss you. It seems to be a long-time dusty dream, in which you dress in a white dress, with a faint fragrance of jasmine, long hair fluttering, singing a gentle song and following the rhyme of song lyrics, is that your previous life? Beautiful You, holding the misty dream, turned over the past. I think my previous life would be a boy riding on the back of a cow, blowing the muzzle across the mountain and through the running water, just to play a love with you in your previous life. The flute is melodious, the song is melodious, and the curl of voice is like the sounds of nature in the world. The Echo Falls in the wind for thousands of times. The tender feelings are like flowers falling all over the sky. Petals fly over your face and turn into thousands. You smile, silence the sunset at dusk, dotted with deep love. Seeing how colorful the sunset glow is on the horizon, you walk away slowly with the night wind and memory, rubbing the dream like foam. Wake up in a dream, try hard to find you, lost the warmth in the dream, like a piece of fragrance still lingering on the pillow, endless missing into two lines of tears, wet the clothes. After waking up, it was difficult to fall asleep. The dark night outside the window brought the chill and coldness of winter. In the dream, whose singing is melodious and whose flute is melodious. In the dream, it seems like a lifetime. If I can dream again, I would like to sing for you, with the moonlight as the spectrum and the breeze as the song, playing the old love, but the broken dream tormented me, tears continued, endless missing, spreading, flying over the mountains, flowing through the water, to find the beautiful image in your dream. Do you still remember the music echoed in the dream? May you sing another song, and I will certainly follow your voice, hold you in my arms again, listen to your shallow smile, engrave love into my heart, and never forget you. Even if there is breeze, moon and flowing water tonight, it is hard to express my missing in my heart. My years are still the same, but it is hard to find a beautiful woman in my dream. The Dream of the past life has broken, and everything in the dream has vanished. A cup of turbid wine is hard to relieve sorrow. I borrowed a piece of plain paper and wanted to pick up the fragments of dreams. However, the sigh of time disturbed my heartbeat, which was hard to grasp the memory. I spent the whole night, but I couldn’t find the vanishing dream. I sang, looked back, remembered and thought endlessly. Then I turned my heart into a dew and perched on the broad leaves of the dream, and fell asleep, wait for the dawn of the next life, wake me up gently. 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…

Self-width

Confucius said: the wise are happy with water, and the benevolent are happy with mountain. Mr. Zhou regarded it as the philosophy of life, and spared no effort to pursue the territory in real life. When he was a little idle, he would be like a superior person traveling around, heading straight to the embrace of mountains and rivers. Every time I came back, beautiful pictures appeared one after another, with wonderful ideas. I felt a little fascinated when I first heard the saying, but I smiled after a long time. In fact, I am not addicted to mountains and rivers. Since I was born between mountains and rivers, I dare not say that there are hills and valleys in my heart. But as long as I close my eyes and concentrate, the mountains and rivers, plants and trees of nature will come to my mind. I think it is not the beauty of landscape, but the emotional color that people give to landscape. When the spring breeze is proud, happy and comfortable, I only feel that the mountains and rivers are beautiful, birds and flowers are fragrant, and even when there is strong wind and rainstorm, I am bold; When I am lonely and unhappy, depressed and worried, I feel the cold wind and rain, flowers. Therefore, how many well-known chapters of love and landscape are added in ancient and modern times. Of course, reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles, traveling around the mountains and waters not only gives you knowledge, but also can be regarded as a good way to release pressure and release your mood. Take your joy and sorrow and step into a strange land, let every new discovery and every new understanding permeate your thinking, thus affecting your emotions. Therefore, what makes us excited, surprised, obsessed and sentimental is not the landscape, but what we have never heard of and seen before. Landscape is just the carrier. In this way, self-cultivation does not mean indulging in scenery, and living in seclusion still has the feeling of wearing clouds and moon, and leaning against Flowers and willows. On a hot summer night, why not push the window to the moon, listen to the sound of frogs, swim in the shallow memories of childhood, and relive the innocence of strings of bare feet and mud. In the continuous spring rain, why not take an umbrella to face the wind, open the young girl’s feelings, read the graceful posture of youth, and look back at the smile once. Why don’t exposure winter warm sun, Yanjuan reveries, Rapture world Heart tour ancient. In the golden breeze, sip tea and listen to the clear and elegant rhyme of the silk and bamboo strings. Why don’t you put a needle into the thread and weave a piece of beauty, which is considered to make you admire yourself alone; Why don’t you leave a dragon and a snake and splash ink, which is considered to be arty. Let’s put aside the worldly disputes, cultivate a good mood, listen to the rhythm of spring flowers and autumn moon, appreciate the coquettish of Tang and Song Poems, cook the taste of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and weave the beauty of neon clothes and feather clothes, when you are addicted to this moment, you will marvel: it turns out that there is a different world in my heart, and this is the real paradise! Maybe you will think this is the opinion of a little woman, the feeling of a little woman. Alas! Weisi people, who will return with me? 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…

Wacom zoned write life spring and autumn

I have been in touch with computers for more than ten years. From the initial Hotel sending passenger accommodation registration form to the real estate intermediary publishing house rental real estate sales information, I have been dancing words on the keyboard for more than three years, from playing forums to QQ space, then to blog, all the way to the world of literature with red sleeves. Since the vast world of internet came into being, being familiar with and mastering computer technology has brought me great benefits in writing online. Getting information online is a revolution in reading style; Using keyboard instead of pen, it is the revolution of writing style. Writing on the Internet is not only easy and abundant to consult materials, but also convenient to modify articles. It will not waste paper, damage pages, and save manuscripts without worrying about losing them; submission and mailing are faster and more convenient. It is always difficult for me to play computer. I have never specially learned computer knowledge. I am at a loss and ignorant of the basic techniques of computer, network, program and operation. So far, I have only learned copy and paste. It was said that others wouldn’t believe it at all. I didn’t learn pinyin in the middle school age during the Cultural Revolution. Now I am older and don’t want to learn Chinese characters. I can neither learn pinyin nor Chinese characters, and I can’t understand the keys on the keyboard, I chat on QQ, participate in forums and write blog posts on the screen, all of which rely on the handwriting board to write text and input it into the computer. Because I can’t type, I can only use a handwriting board to write and input one stroke after another. It is true that it is convenient to use the handwriting board, but the handwriting board also has many shortcomings, except for the slow speed of typing. The recognition function of the handwriting board is relatively poor. Some uncommon and unpopular words cannot be published, and many typos are easy to pop up and need to be corrected constantly. Sometimes a text has to be repeatedly written for many times before it can be accurately displayed on the page. However, the habit I developed from childhood is that no typos or white characters are allowed to appear in the article, because it represents a person’s cultural level. Therefore, others can finish it in 3 minutes, but I need 30 minutes to finish it. What a fool. Since I started my online creation on July 1, 2008, I have used four ordinary writing boards in total in more than three years. Fortunately, its price is very cheap, only 20 or 30 yuan each. At first, before posting on the Internet, I had to use a signature pen to climb a grid on the manuscript paper. When the draft of the article was finished, it was smeared and modified, until I was basically satisfied after reading it smoothly. Then input it into the computer through writing board and post it in the relevant section of Shangyu Forum. For the first time, I serialized and published my autobiographical article “Shangyu factory network recalls the five-decade historical changes of baiguan Urban District” in the form of diary and the net name of four seasons spring. The sudden appearance of my dark horse, the boss of Shangyu Forum, shabby Wang (2008-08-2600:37), was a little surprised and said to The Post: It’s hard for Lao Yu, I guess you have someone to type this word! No one believes that I can still travel in the vast sea of Internet. Since then, I have used the handwriting board. Although the speed of writing with the handwriting board is very slow, I write diaries and blog posts in QQ space, Baidu Space Blog and Sina blog, and I write essays and essays in red sleeves Tianxiang, in the process of poetry, the progress of writing articles was greatly accelerated. Although sometimes the handwriting board affects the writing because the recognition of Chinese character continuous writing is not accurate enough, I use the handwriting board to write directly inside while thinking, and follow the train of thought until the article is completed in one go, even the modification and polishing are done directly in the process of writing and reading while considering. The handwriting board helped me a lot. I used the handwriting board to mark the trace of time, and I used the handwriting board to mark the Spring and Autumn period of life. Life is long, words are endless, plum blossom fragrance comes from bitter cold, after more than three years of unremitting efforts and pursuit, I finally opened up a world of my own, I used the writing board to complete the creation of more than 300 million words. He wrote the works of three books, namely, “the hundred officials of Yesterday”, “The Road to Dubai” and “The Nocturne of Love Song. It is not easy to turn the text on the keyboard into a publicly published book, which may be a thoroughly remoulded process for me. I have a simple idea that written works are spiritual food and priceless treasures, especially the historical series of old officials that I have passed away are works that can be handed down from ancient times. I am not willing to publish them at my own expense, just wait for the appropriate opportunity to publish. Now, when I walk in the second spring of my life, I will use a young attitude to associate with young people and use the pace of young people’s life to move towards a better future. No matter I am in the dreamland of the south of the Yangtze River, or in the deep desert of a foreign land, no matter where the wandering ends of the world are, I will carry my laptop and the writing board with memory with me, wacom zoned write life spring and autumn 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…

Clear

The weather is very depressing, just like the mood I used to have. A little tired, a little painful, because I didn’t want others to find my vulnerability, but pretended to be strong. Stop the tears, let the depressed feeling manyan. I remembered the black memories in those gloomy times, which covered the beauty cruelly without seeing what color happiness was. It is said that most people who like words are sad. Yes, words and sadness always hug each other tightly. Even if at some point I decided to throw it away and live a good life, my nose was still sour when I lifted the pen again. I was afraid to pick it up and let it express my feelings, but I didn’t know what to rely on except it? My life is always shuttling between heaven and hell. There are not many happy times, but countless sad things. Others cannot understand my expression, others cannot understand my story, so they cannot understand my happiness and sorrow. I am not a storyteller, and I don’t need to explain. Because I know, people can only save themselves. At noon, my brother said he ate a chicken wing when he saw it. He thought it was salty, but unexpectedly it was spicy. Uncle asked him: Who told you that you couldn’t stand the temptation? He replied: because it is chicken wings. Yes, life is like this. There are many temptations like chicken wings. We always have no reason to approach it. When we approach it, we are full of expectation, but when we touch it, we are covered with bruises. Imagination is different from reality. Only through personal experience can we understand what to pursue and what to abandon. I will always remember that day, February 17th, 2012. In school, my heart was broken. I really didn’t have the courage to live. It was my roommate who gave me a hug, my classmates wiped away my tears, and my teacher taught me to be strong. However, I finally left them and school, and decided that I would never go back. I bought a one-way ticket and came to Sanya, a place so far away. Hainan is my dream place. I used to dream of going far away, but now I finally come. This is my own journey, my own pursuit, and I became a dream Hunter. But this dream is no longer another dream. Life is like this. No one can predict what the future will look like. I thought my family would not want me, but in the text message, my father said: My daughter is so far away, my father is really reluctant, you will go to the society, and people’s thoughts and experience will gradually mature, dad believes that Li will seize the opportunity to create a better life. It turned out that my father would be reluctant to give up me and always encouraged me. A father who doesn’t use too many words to express his feelings is so distressed about his daughter. And my uncle who was always very dignified in my eyes, I dared not say anything more in front of him, but every time I rebelled, I would run to Shangrao, and he would teach me how to do and give me warmth. Let me say: what can I do for you? Although I shook my head, my heart was filled with gratitude. And the mother who never knew how to send text messages took a long time to type a few words. How is her daughter living there? It was sent to me. I was moved by only a few words. I knew that my mother spent a lot of efforts to achieve it. It was a love. Yes, no matter what, relatives can always understand the pain of children and always hope that children can live a good life. Although sometimes there will be blame and criticism, I still feel distressed. For so many years, I dare not admit that I have grown up. I still live in a world that needs human protection. But who will accompany you to the end of your life? My parents always grow old. I think the only one who can accompany myself to the end may be myself. Today, I came back to the office after lunch. When I bent down to help Tong carry the schoolbag, she looked at me naively and said to me: Sister, I don’t need any help, I will put my schoolbag on my back by myself. I have grown up… A sentence that I have grown up is said from the mouth of a three-year-old girl that I have never dared to say. It makes me feel so tiny that I can’t do what my child can do. Walking alone in the park, I saw a group of old people singing and dancing there. One of the songs is “if you are happy, clap your hands”. Watching them clapping their hands, the corners of their mouths rise, the happy appearance is enviable. Why are they so positive and optimistic about life? Why can’t I? In this place, there is a corner of happiness, where the breath is sweet, but I can’t absorb the depth of my soul. Is it true as mom said: people always don’t know life when they are young, and they will get old when they understand it.? Oh, wry smile. I promised to take a girl to see the sea with me before. I said I would go with her, throw all my troubles to the sea, and then have a broad mind like the sea, accommodate everything. On the night of February 29th, I went to see the sea for the first time in my life. I didn’t take her, nor did I throw away all my troubles. I, or is it me. Stubborn me, silly me, crying me. But I believe that one day, I will see through and ignore it. Seeing others happy, I don’t feel painful. Happy or unhappy, is the same expression, don’t cry or laugh. Like (prose editor: yuiran) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…