Be a person who is good at waiting

When we were young, we waited for ourselves to grow up and set up grand but vague ideals, such as being scientists, litterateur, etc. The rest were waiting for others, waiting for notices, waiting for elevators, waiting for cars, waiting for planes, etc, waiting for letters and so on, our life is full of all kinds of waiting, and we spend our life waiting. While waiting for a bus is the most common experience for everyone. I am afraid it is hard to count how many times I have waited for a bus in my life. Buses in the city are the best means of transportation for the general public, which are convenient, fast and inexpensive. Bus stations scattered on every street in the city are always overcrowded. Sometimes we carefully observe the expressions of people waiting at the station, and everyone’s expressions are different. Some people are waiting, some are pacing anxiously, and some are leisurely, but there is no exception that few people can keep calm when the bus they want to take is not available for more than 20 minutes, at that moment, their expressions were full of anxiety, complaints and even anger. Among my countless travel experiences, there are very few experiences that really make me feel happy, probably no more than 6 times. The so-called happiness is when I just arrive at the station, there is a car that I want to take unexpectedly. I don’t have to experience the anxious waiting process. When the crowded crowd on the platform all got on the vehicles they wanted to take and dispersed in a crash, leaving themselves alone to look around, the anxiety and anger in their hearts would arise spontaneously, even the drivers and bus companies will be angry, although they know that this idea is really naive. And the most annoying thing is that when you are about to arrive at the station, only a few steps away, you will see the car you want to catch, starting and leaving in a crash, this is more unpleasant than the situation that you can’t wait for the car even if you stand on the platform for a long time, because we will feel the strong gap from hope to disappointment in an instant, we will generate a lot of complaints in an instant, complaining that the bus driver is against him deliberately, complaining about his bad luck. In short, he is in a bad mood and the pleasure of traveling is gone. In the past, when I encountered this kind of situation, I would run quickly, trying to catch up with the car while the car was still starting, and this kind of chasing usually ended up with my breath and embarrassment. When I have seen the scene of others running after the car for several times, I waved my hands hard and shouted loudly. The steps under my feet were messy and stumbling, I seemed to see myself running after the car like this. At that time, I decided not to do such meaningless chasing. I told myself that the car I missed might not be suitable for me at all, so even if I missed it, I would try my best to maintain my grace and look forward to the coming of the next car calmly. I have to admit that I am a blind waiting person, including dealing with other things in life, I am also very casual, and what I admire most are those who are thoughtful and have clear goals, he made precise calculations and arrangements for every action he took, including such trivial things as waiting for a car. When he went out and when he waited for a car, the frequency of the car was higher and it was more time-saving, I believe that such a person must have a careful plan for his own life, and he has a set goal in every stage of his life, although some people say that the designed life is boring. With more experiences of riding, sometimes you will feel that life is actually like waiting for a car. It is difficult for you to wait for the car you want to take at the beginning, just as it is difficult for us to realize our dreams smoothly, success is always delayed or long-waited in our endless calls and wishes. Life is full of mistakes and mistakes, and opportunities always pass us by repeatedly, we have to go through the process from hope to anxiety to final joy, even disappointment, so we should learn to give up when necessary and be good at waiting, which is very important, when my life ideal can’t be realized for a long time, calm, calm, quietly dormant, don’t be discouraged, don’t complain, wait until that day calmly, even if you can’t wait at last, you must face it calmly, smiling leave. 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…

Love the years, be content with the time

In the daytime, I get along lightly and talk faintly. Many plots begin to become clear, and many stories are broken at the end. Written in the day and night before, even sleeping becomes luxurious. Such bright sentences were written to myself a long time ago. After a long time, all the beautiful sentences were not enough to describe my status. Life begins to become stateless. It is not messy, because my life is so simple that there is no room for messy. If I want to say messy, that is thought. I have been looking for someone to warm myself and give me the warmth I want for a long time. I am afraid that this place is too cold to feel cold. I gradually found that I didn’t need it. The city was very warm. The most important thing was that no one could give anyone warmth. What I could give was only myself. I told many people that I am a person with cold hands. Indeed, in such a season, my hands were not warm, so I shrank into my clothes as if it was a secret, be carefully cared. They said that people with cold hands were angels with broken wings in their last life. I think I would rather have no previous life than bear some unnecessary pain in this life. What can an angel do and who can I save? Give yourself warmth, brother said so. But I can’t do it. I don’t know how to give myself warmth. Maybe one’s warmth is limited. If you use more, the rest will be less. Just like love, if you use more, you will lose it, so if you love, you will have no ability to fall in love with another person. It’s funny to have such a conclusion, they all say it’s ridiculous. A few days ago, she went to QQ and met Luo. She said she was much better than before and took good care of herself when she knew. I think her sisters are scattered all over the world. She has learned her own strong life. In fact, there is no need to say that she has been strong and stubborn. Xiyan said, we are all children with delicate feelings. We are so sensitive to life, but we can’t live a good life and don’t know how to take good care of ourselves. Second, time began to become very slow, or very fast, but I didn’t find it. The time in the evening was so short that there were simple steps left. The sunset is a process that I always like but also resist. Seeing the sun sink down little by little, all the dark factors in my heart become restless, such as missing. Say good night to your city. In simple days, I can’t let go of some tangled thoughts. About me, about many people, about my words and future. Many people say that to be a simple person, don’t think so much. I don’t want to live simply, and I don’t like to think about many things. I told Yan Hui and Shunkang that you should not think about many things, but simply treat your daily study with a clear goal, which is University. But as for me, facing the society, can I still tell myself to live simply? I have always wanted many friends. Many people say that I am happy. There are so many brothers. I think I do have many brothers who will never leave. But I also really want someone to listen to me quietly talking about my joys and sorrows, and my simple life. Third, I began to learn to play the guitar with a simple tone, lively and at ease. It is also a kind of wisdom to be indulged in it. Give yourself a kind of fun, enjoy yourself, quietly listen to the fleeting time like water…… 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…

Slowly walk through the beauty of prose

When the heart is filled with poetic quietness, when the vigorous hopes are released one by one in life. Reading a prose and a line of beautiful and sincere sentences can be said to be a very beautiful and fragrant feeling. I like Lu Xun’s sharpness and sharpness, Yu Qiuyu’s magnificence and heroism, and Qin Mu’s broad and plain prose, which is like a light wind, and my hair often floats, and the prose is like a refreshing autumn rain, wash the dirt of my heart. After going through the wind and rain, I want to say what I left for myself in my life, that is, the circle halo of prose is overlapped and the warmth and persistence of prose are piled up. Every time my mother talked about my past, she always said that I liked to sit on a small bench when I was two or three years old, reading and singing with my brother’s textbook. The most lovely thing is that the family members happily sighed that this girl would definitely read when she was older. However, when I grew up, I just liked reading articles. Except for better Chinese, other lessons were not excellent. The fate of Yu prose may also be concluded from the text! Maybe the artistic conception in the prose is too close to the reality of life, or maybe it is the graceful feeling, the instant eternity, which attracts me from childlike heart to heart. In the year of senior three, Cao Minghua’s proses, which were known as Qiong Yao in mainland China, were popular on campus. Her writing style was simple and full of philosophy, which infected you with the mentality of peers. So I went to Shanghai that summer vacation and asked my cousin to accompany me to Jiaotong University to visit this prose elder sister. But when I transferred a few cars to Jiaotong University, the student dormitory was silent. My cousin who was so hot and sweaty blamed me for telling you that there was no one on vacation, so you insisted on coming, even if you are here, you may not meet your unreasonable girl. If she was there, I wouldn’t believe she wouldn’t see me because of her enthusiasm for her prose. I am still confident, and the regret of having no chance to see Cao Minghua has been following me for many years. The crying camel of San Mao resounded in my dream many times. Having no chance to meet this prose writer who is treasured in my heart is really a strong sentimental feeling that the rainy season will never come again, for San Mao, for my love for the vivid sentences moistened in the Sahara. Gradually, the casual years swayed the prose in my heart, telling me that it was time to find him. When I suddenly felt that love should not be too scattered, it happened that a very prose man came into me, which seemed to be the perfect scenery of youth coming as scheduled: how can a crew, like me, immerse in thoughts and emotions in prose and a lonely and wandering sailor, not need the broadness and exquisiteness of prose? Therefore, with a prose-style fate, we came together in the sunshine of prose. In the longing and romance, we moved out of conch colorful shells and listened to the expression of the sea together, just like the harmony and dignity of prose. In recent years, I have got acquainted with a teacher, who is a passionate and vast land through prose. From a teacher of the Literary Federation, I saw the atmosphere and simplicity of literati, and comprehended the peaceful, distant and indifferent life realm. Teachers, silently foster new people, quietly pour a piece of Moonlight. This originates from the purity and clarity of prose, which is exactly the vigorous and magnificent of a piece of prose. It stands the rich connotation of writers and is sincere. Among today’s numerous magazines and publications, prose is my favorite. There is no advertisement, no overwhelming material desire, standing quietly in the middle of the bright cover beauty magazine, what stands out is its tranquil white landscape cover. Every time I browse the bookstore, I call this feeling amazing. It is really a glimpse of how the beauty of prose opens our mind properly. Having gone through the beauty of prose, I learned to stay in my own steps calmly, and to dilute the once gorgeous and impetuous heart throb with the movement and simplicity in prose. People who are familiar with me have always been treating me like a peaceful heart: a simple, sincere and implicit woman, without losing self-cultivation and the inside information of being a human being. I should really thank the prose for decorating my life, reducing unnecessary vanity and anxiety, and adding a clear and philosophical view. Prose! You are always the Tinker Bell rhyme hanging in my quiet hair. Prose! You are always the green in my life! 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 can’t remember that I was crazy when I was white-haired

I just can’t remember one day of a certain year or month. Tears burst down when reading. I just can’t forget that day of that month. When I am sad, I feel warm comfort. Not everything is bad, not the words are too sad. It is the blank and desolation of life. Muddle along with the messy thoughts of time. The lonely programming life is boring and monotonous. The warm sun in winter spread on the lazy face through the window, wanting to look at the beautiful light directly, but finally it hurt my eyes. Forcing me to bury my head and continue to stay in the shallow desolation. Outside are noisy streets, the roar of cars and the sound of shops, all of which seem lively and prosperous. It’s just that we are trapped in the depression that we can’t get rid. But we must devote our youth to the future without reason or resistance. If you want to sing loudly, sorry, I am exhausted. If you want to run hard, sorry, I have no power. If you want to fight hard, sorry, I am not the opponent of fate. In the end, I still obeyed. No conditions, no hesitation, no expression. Boring life, 3.1-line running, tired, but always running round and round. Who says I have changed? I have never left, just forgot the way I came. That’s all. Anxiety, insomnia, listlessness, depression and ups and downs. I am impatient in the busy day and often forget the next thing to do. It seems to be a teenager old. The window isolates two worlds, two completely overturned worlds, two free and confined worlds, and two noisy and empty worlds. And I am in the world inside. Aimlessly. What kind of world is this and what kind of life is this? How can I grow up fearlessly in this world. The classroom of nuoda is like an empty piano room, and the single is as desolate as a cycle of death. I don’t know how long a person’s life is. I don’t know whether it can be measured by a ruler. It may be long or short. I don’t know what life will be like without an ideal, and I don’t know whether an ideal without an ideal is an ideal. Maybe that man belonged to the blank, and I was severely cut by the years on the day I was born again. Now, I have been covered with bruises. The Green Years reflect only our sadness. When my hair is gray, I may forget the youth I left and the happiness I lost. 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…