Cold

The Crystal and transparent winter slipped away unconsciously, and the spring on solar terms quietly entered people’s hearts. However, the real spring warmth was still strolling towards the journey of hope in people’s hearts. The Earth is like a cold and humorous huge colored clay, with brown, red, gray and dark brown, which is natural and smooth. Press down to make a pit; Pinch up to make a ball convex. Pinch, grasp, press, pull, grasp, press, pinch, long or short, big or small, suddenly thin, suddenly concave and convex. Various forms, postures, guesses and associations; Form the imagination and hope of spring. Wind, a little cloudy, a little cold. Weeping Willow Ana is colorful, like green silk, like beauty. The symbol of spring is the imaginary space hanging in people’s eyes; Yang Ye is blown by the cold wind, changing his appearance. The gray face changed as if sighing; And turned to the dark green side again, smiling and smiling; The reeds in the pond were moaning like a sad waiting. Rumor has it that the spring breeze is clear and comes, soft love. I woke up with the sound of joy and joy. Under the rain, under the rain, under the cold, under the sad, the rain should end, the sun should bloom, and the spring should come. A little cat strolled slowly with small steps. His bright eyes were like colored glass marbles. They were clear, transparent, energetic, and meow, running past the house. At the end of the alley, there was a small high-pitched child crying; Two black and white dogs were chasing, playing and teasing. The male dog was lying on the female dog and whispered, “Spring is coming, do you know? How deep we love each other. Grapes and vines, whose tender buds did not come out, were wrapped around the wooden frame like a hibernating snake, as if waiting to come back; A group of sparrows chirped too cold, why the sun did not come out, and spring should come. On the gray cement road, there was a small wind rising, a few pieces of waste paper, a few horsenail bags, flying, rolling, rolling, flying into the air, hanging by the treetop, stopped; Another gust of wind blew, and waste paper and plastic bags were flying again. They were stuck on the wall for a while, hung on the wires for a while, rolled on the roof for a while, and disappeared for a while. The little cat called sex jumped out, jumped, got down, and cried more joyfully. The duckweed in the pond is like a green velvet blanket, which is spread on the blue water surface, with pure beauty, beautiful vividness and lovely nature; The duckweed rushes out a wave of creeping Qi, and the blue wave is bubbling with water, with the water flowing, there was a whimper in the water, which was the fish playing, shouting and falling in love among the green. The cold will pass. Yin beauty, coldness beauty and sadness beauty are a kind of moving beauty and vivid love. The sun is about to shine, flowers are about to bloom, warmth is coming, and spring is just around the corner. 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…

The memory of snow

Long time no snow. Yesterday, it snowed heavily all morning, waving like thousands of butterflies flying all over the sky. After sending the children back, walking on the snow, those white fairies in winter, like naughty children one by one, kept drilling on my head, clothes and arms. They were shaken off, and soon, they fell over their heads again. Walking all the way, looking back, there was a long string of deep and shallow footprints left behind. Walking quietly on the snow, it seems to be back to some time in the past. It was more than thirty years ago when I was my child’s age. The snow at that time was heavier than now, and the weather was much colder than now. Getting up overnight, it was a world wrapped in silver. The pond was covered with a thick layer of ice, and the person who carried the water broke the ice with a pole, so that the water could be carried. Those transparent crushed ice floated in the bucket. As people walked, they collided with each other and made a good sound of tinkling. We wore heavy cotton-padded trousers, picked up some broken tiles from the snow ground and floated into the pond to see whose tiles floated far away. Some bold boys, wearing rain boots, went skating on the pond unexpectedly. I dare not go, but only stand on the ridge, feeling their happiness and the happiness brought to me. A few years later, I entered middle school. When it snows, I don’t play the game of childhood any more. I just like to see those snowflakes flying with the wind falling down on the ground in the dusty sky. They are so glittering, white and spotless. Grab it from the ground and hold it in your hand to feel its purity and lightness. Sometimes, I like to take a small wooden trunk and write down some words that only I can understand in the snow. Later, I went to work. There were several plum blossoms planted in the flower bed in the yard where I went to work. When it snowed, I would smell the plum blossoms in the yard. I went up and took a closer look, it turned out that plum blossom was yellow, like transparent glass one after another. The flowers were not big, but there were many, and there were no leaves, which were opened on those branches that looked a little dry, it seems so arrogant and noble, and so maverick. No wonder people often use plum blossom as a metaphor: how can plum blossom be fragrant without a few times of cold? Later, I followed the recruitment crowd and stayed away from home. It was a snowy night. At four o’clock in the morning, more than 20 of us got up early to get to the early bus in Wuhan. Although there were no lights on the thick snow, we could still clearly see the deep and shallow footprints left behind us. On that day, I wore a pair of high-heel cloth shoes with rubber soles and slipped step by step. A colleague of my peers accidentally fell twice in the snow, which made us laugh, but after laughing, I felt a burst of desolation again. When I got on the bus, my shoes had already been soaked, and my feet were frozen cold, just like falling into the ice grottoes. But I didn’t care too much. I thought it would be cold if it was cold, as long as there was a dream flying ahead. In Guangdong, it has been seven or eight years, and no snow has ever been seen. When the Spring Festival is approaching, I miss those snowy days, those white mountains, white water, white trees, white houses, white land, and even, even the dog is white. When I came to Hunan in 1992, I saw a long-lost snow, and the feeling of returning to my hometown came back. My lover said, when I have money in the future, I will buy a house outside and will not come back. I said no, I like it. No matter how good the outside is, it is also someone else’s city. I can’t get in, and I don’t want to get in. I like the distinct four seasons, those days with snow, and those years with snow all the way. Snow has become an inseparable part of my life. Along the way, my footprints are clear. Although it is cold and cold, on that cold and cold land, I know that a spring full of sunshine and flowers will come soon. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Waiting for visas day

Farewell to relatives and friends, the days of leaving hometown are getting closer and closer, and the sense of loss in my heart is becoming stronger and stronger. But the visa didn’t come for a long time. I felt panic in my heart. I was really annoyed, very annoyed. It is said that being a real man requires patience and control. I control it every day. I endure it every day. It is not to pass thousands of sails, but to ride a long song and walk through the snow. I believe that the long waiting days will come to an end and the visa will come down soon! I believe that the beautiful state of mind that can only be experienced after waiting for a long time must have this kind of experience of judging Qian Fan. Living in the hustle and bustle of the city often makes people forget themselves and the past beauty, leaving only the worldly busyness and joy, joy, sadness and sorrow. There are many ups and downs of stories and ups and downs in this world, as well as ups and downs of feelings. But how many people can deeply understand these inherent plots? Only the loneliness of waiting and the loneliness of walking on the edge of the city can you understand these stories of joys and sorrows, and can you stick to the grass in your heart, in this fickle city, the perfect self is preserved, as fresh as Lotus after the new rain, as leisurely as picking chrysanthemum under the East fence. One’s life is very slow, and one’s life is full of missing and expectation. I always sit alone in front of the west window and watch the flowers bloom and fall, the sun rises and the moon falls, thinking in my heart whether the people who love me will accompany me and wander around the world? I often see the shadow of the old days passing by on the bustling pedestrian street of hundreds of officials. I can’t help looking back and staring at those familiar years. During the difficult two months of waiting for visa, I always expected that all emotions could flow under the tip of the pen, and the afterglow of the sunset could reflect all the waiting. Even though there are some invisible sceneries sitting alone in front of the window, those beautiful sceneries will not disappear. Those sceneries are still the same, and there will be no regrets for old friends. In fact, only oneself can understand oneself. The helplessness of the rainy night, I stayed with the internet all day long, and there was no place to talk when I wanted to pour out. But I can’t give up such a day. In fact, the day and night I was anxiously waiting for the visa was also a beautiful scenery line. This is a state of mind that is far away from the flashy world and detached from the world. This is a kind of beauty that integrates into the secular world but is absolutely different from the secular world, a kind of spiritual watch. This is a kind of beautiful emotion in caution. After years of accumulation, it is a beautiful waiting when the shocking flowers finally bloom. This period of waiting for a visa is the most complicated and uneasy day in my heart. Now I spend every day waiting, but I know that I still have more things to prepare, as for the future fate? Can only wait and see 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…

Scattered time

About Family affection: in the morning, I am wake up in a state of silence. I don’t have to get up early for more than half a month. Without the constraint of time, it is really easy for people to be distracted, I feel that I have been in this state for a while. I came back late last night and went to my parents’ house to see my sister. I knew she would go back this morning and didn’t want to stay. Let’s go. Come when it’s time to come and leave when it’s time to go, let it stay in the bottom of my heart quietly. I have always been in the care of my relatives, and I always love them in my heart. The ignorance in youth and recklessness in youth make people calm down and think carefully when they reach middle age, all of which are inseparable from such a heavy emotion. My sister often says that I am too simple and immature like a child, maybe! My emotions always fall out of control in the family affection, which seems like my grandmother. In my childhood, the person I saw most tears was my grandma, no matter when she worked silently or when she was scolded by Grandpa for no reason, grandma had always been the one who shed the most tears among my relatives. Later I had a family and a daughter. It seemed that I really grew up day by day, and then I realized that sometimes the tears were sweet in my life, but sometimes it is sour. Ha ha, it seems that yesterday’s tears made me look so different from being a sister. Ping was most ashamed of my tears. She has always been like this. Thinking about this day, it was still true. When the door was opened, people went to the building. Only this family affection could keep warm in people’s hearts for a long time. About Parents: I liked my father when I was young, and I hated my mother in my heart. My mother was irritable and easy to slap me. There are three children in my family. I am older, but I am too big to look big. Maybe it is because of the first child in my family, or maybe it is because of my inherent domineering, in my impression, I really didn’t look like a sister. So at that time, my mother would beat people like being mad, and it would be my disobedient child who was beaten in general. I once thought that my mother didn’t love me and treated me badly. Sometimes I even hated her, which seemed to last for many years. Now I think, in fact, my mother is always my mother. Only when I was very young, I developed this kind of wayward and strong character. When things happened, I would not detour, and I didn’t understand the reason of enduring a calm moment. I feel that once a woman becomes a mother, the world and people seem to be changed under the shadow of maternal emotion. It was also at this time that I realized that the word maternal love can contain many things. It is true that a mother loves children. Only a mother who loves children, and no child who is not a child, I became a middle-aged man after a few years, it goes without saying that parents are old people. They start to feel that no matter life or other things, they are not what they once thought in their hearts. They have the heart to give up, but he was afraid that no one could lose his parents in his whole life. What’s more, his life was not so dull that he would be knocked down by life if he gave up lightly. I have always respected my father very much, and I once wanted to be a person like my father, because I like to be a teacher, but it is a pity that I can only travel like this in my life, it seems that hope and disappointment always pass me. But it doesn’t matter. I vaguely feel that my father’s trace can still be seen on my body. When I was 40 years old, I only hoped that I could spend more time with my parents. My parents could be healthy and happy, that’s all! About friends: I think of my friend Hong in my school days. On the evening of early winter, when the last ray of light of the Sun cleared away, Hong and I walked in the campus hand in hand, and we shouted hard, in the open field, the Echo reminds people of the children’s radio drama “The story of Taro” on the radio in childhood. I was sixteen years old that year, and red was my best friend. Later, I went to high school and went to technical school. Gradually, we had little contact, so many years later I didn’t know where she was. Later, many people looked like my friends, there are also many emotional details between us. Several people often talk and laugh together. At that time, I was still a music teacher in middle school, and then we all had children, some people’s careers began to be divided into Huang Tengda, some people’s lives also began to have some subtle changes, and some people also began to be driven by personal interests, it makes the emotion between friends become a little vulnerable under such circumstances. I miss that period of youth, and at the same time, I also think of many people at that time. I just gradually find that some tacit understanding in the past is no longer there, and some feelings in the past seem to be gradually far away from my heart. I would not seek it deliberately any more, but occasionally I would think of some people, some people that seemed to have nothing to do with me. After decades of life, there are already few people who can go together now. However, these are the only people that make me truly understand what friends are from the bottom of my heart, what is daughter easy to get, confidant hard to find. Gradually, I found that I was not a person who was good at making friends with others. I had been running a kindergarten for some years, but I was just circling around in the same place, it’s not bad or bad to manage this so-called business, which is hard-working but does not have much benefit. The big deal is to live a life. There are not many people I meet every day, but it is really not too few, it’s just that I don’t have any friends among them. I just know someone. It’s ridiculous to think about it. When talking about friendship at the age of nearly four or ten years old, it could be regarded as an age that can be seen clearly. Fortunately, I can still have a heart-to-heart person. Although there are few people, I feel that this is enough in my heart! About Love: typing these words seems to make me feel a little old-fashioned in my heart. This eternal topic is not strange to even the children in kindergarten. But here I still want to say, even if I take a look at my life, when I sit here typing, my lover is busy in the kitchen with sweat all over his head, the dish washing basin in the kitchen is leaking all the time today. This guy is always the one who takes the lead in such trivial matters as life at home. A man who has seen his middle age has gone through, and we have been with each other for many years, love or not seems not very important, but I know that this man will not be happy when I cry, and he will be happiest when I laugh. He and I have an extraordinary tacit understanding. When I was young, I thought love was beautiful and romantic, so that I had deliberately pursued this kind of emotion in my heart. Living with my lover in these years, I still feel the feeling of happiness in the tense life and not rich life. Sometimes, each other keeps warm, which is especially important in love. Thinking of that first love many years ago, my heart became very calm and calm, and even had a feeling of complacency. If it weren’t for that love, or in such a state, my lover can’t walk into my life. A gambling marriage has made my life happy without thinking. About a beautiful woman: I am not a beautiful woman. There is no doubt that I am not a woman who can dress up. In fact, most of the time I can’t do that of some people, stick to it for your appearance. Over the past few years, with women, the most frequently talked topics were nothing more than beautiful clothes and beautiful faces, which I really didn’t have, but in my heart, I could not have them, it’s just that I can’t live like a person. I am a person, nothing else matters. There are too many beautiful women around me, and there are also many people I can call friends. I like the beauty of women, but most of the time I find that under the beautiful appearance, the heart is not bright, even a little filthy. If I live in such beauty, I would rather have nothing. Ha ha, let’s talk with a smile. For me, a woman who is less than 1.6 meters tall but seriously overweight, there are also people who say I am beautiful, that is, my parents and lover, my parents said to me: the big girl is beautiful, and I am still the same as before in the knowing smile of his rich lover. This is an expression that I can see even if he doesn’t say anything. Time goes away and love is in my heart. In the scattered time, check the trivial matters of the fleeting time. Everything comes from love. In the days of love, life itself is a scenery. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Walking on the journey of life

6 yue 13 ri afternoon 14:30 in huilongwan small station drive away Luzhou Wine City, don’t know is excited or melancholy? The highway like a long dragon stretches continuously to Shangyu in the distance. The car is driving fast, walking in my life journey, looking at the scenery passing by quickly outside the window, heart to himself’the. After 27 hours of ups and downs in Luzhou, Chongqing, Guizhou, Hubei, Anwei, Zhejiang and other areas, I finally arrived at the exit of Shangyu Shishi Expressway at 17:30 on the 14th to take a taxi home. There are many people and things I have experienced in my life. Life is just like scenes of scenery in front of me. In the daily walking, there will always be a lot of scenery passing by my side quietly, gone forever, how many wind and rain do you have when walking on the long journey of life? Many ups and downs? How much loss do you have? Life is like a journey. What matters is not the destination, but the scenery along the way and the people watching the scenery. Life is like a dream, and time is like a song. Walking in the tunnel of time, standing and looking back, I have gained a lot and lost a lot in the years I have passed. In the process of walking and walking, what I have experienced around me is just like the scenery in front of me. The scenery of scenes is either gorgeous or elegant and natural, which makes people stop here and there, making people sleepy and comfortable. Life continues, and the wheels of life are constant. The scenery swept behind the window quickly passed away and disappeared in front of my eyes, only staying in my instant eyes. How many people and things experienced in daily life will be gone forever like the scenery swept away behind the window? How many people and things can stay in your memory? Every time I recall the past, a memory, a story, or happiness, joy, sadness, or injury, which is clearly reproduced yesterday. No matter what kind of story is, it is often recalled and deeply recalled in a place, in a music of common preference, in a piece of words read together. This complex, sweet, sad and perhaps emotional mood will emerge in my heart. Although time can gradually forget everything, there will always be some unreleased memories in life; Some people and some things are always unforgettable and cannot be erased, which become memories growing deep in the heart. A piece of past, a piece of memory, a piece of story, in the years like water, although only stopped at a certain station on his long life Road, passed away like a meteor, but sometimes when I recall it from the bottom of my heart, there will always be a kind of reluctant feeling lingering in my heart. In one’s life, there will always be some people accompanying you all the time and sharing your joys and sorrows. They may have become the passers-by of this journey, but no matter how the wind and rain of the years are washed, the figures, appearances and smiles of these people will always make you forget. In my life, in my life journey, I am grateful for the appearance of these people, sharing my joys and sorrows, accompanying myself through that journey, and making myself no longer lonely. World Non-dispersed banquet, parting, sadness, sweet or, life pass by every journey, is a rare precious a story. Every story in the story, whenever I recall it, I will carefully recall it and slowly experience the wonderful journey between you and me. Occasionally, we met each other beautifully. Occasionally, we met each other. In that lonely time, you can walk together and walk through a rainy and windy journey. This is a rare thing, beautiful Encounter. Margin manifest, were in an artificial. In one’s life, it is impossible to have too much. The sun is new every day. I dare not expect what will happen tomorrow. I insist on how far I can go along with you. I only hope that in the days you accompany me, I am satisfied with the life path accompanied by you. When I feel bitter in the desert, I feel that the spring water is more sweet, and when I look at the mountain flowers, I miss the charm of the desert more. When I touched the scenery on the way of life with full enthusiasm, I experienced the smile in the scar. After experiencing bitterness and sweetness, I had a broad vision and a broad mind. When I am too old to walk, I can read every old book and read the scenery on the pages to connect it into the plot of life, and then I can regret my life! The car is galloping and life is continuing. Everyone has his own life journey. Once he steps on the train of life journey, he cannot predict everything in the journey. Walking in the journey of life is like marching forward in the wilderness, sometimes encountering mud, sometimes crossing swamps, and sometimes traveling in the jungle. Facing these obstacles, I will bravely move forward. Thank God! Thank you! In that sunny and sunny day, we didn’t pass by. Let’s start a beautiful journey together from an accidental encounter, passing through the wind and rain, through ordinary years. The car was galloping at a speed, watching the scenery passing away behind the window. The years passed away in a hurry. How many thoughts and memories did you take away? 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…

Autumn

Autumn is a cold season, a harvest season, and even a Xiao cha season. For autumn, different people will have different experiences, different understandings and draw different conclusions. Walking beside the road, seeing the rustling leaves falling down, people’s hearts could not help feeling more sad and sad. The leaves began to wither, the cold wave came, and winter would begin to be happy. Walking into the harvest Orchard, orange oranges, orange oranges, red maple and ginkgo leaves, fluttering in the wind at the cool treetop. When the leaves of the tree wither, there will be bare branches to replace them, so as to reveal the strength and dignity of the tree. When the stems and branches of the tree begin to wither and desease, they will be pulled up by the chopping knife which is used to grind and cut, so as to cultivate and raise seedlings. When the rain comes, the people who come across the road will think of finding a luxuriant tree to avoid the shade and rain. This is the life portrayal of true autumn poetry and nature. Standing on the playground of the school and looking at the runway near the teaching buildings, can you still see your busy face and figure in the past, whether it can reappear in the lecture hall of teaching. It has been a long time since I came out of the outdoor. It is as cool as absorbing air. The zither flute fluttering in the earplugs is full of cold snow. Ah, it was so bleak that it was febrile. I stared at who composed the music carefully, but could not see the detailed Details. There was only a general mark that the collector was still the composer of Mei snowfall, I can’t tell it in detail. I just feel that although such a name has the suspicion of beauty and beauty and elegance, it still makes people feel more painful as a body, A word Cold is the feeling of cold Xiao Sha and soaking cool. Of course, this is only a general understanding, experience and feeling that can be given to people from the perspective of Xiao Qu and its literal meaning. After all, people have different hearts and faces. Different people stand in different angles and different situations will have different experiences. Perhaps this is just like the sentence that people drink water, and they know that they are warm and cold, if you want to find a real feeling and background, or the composer or the performer himself, you can elaborate the creation background and artistic conception of his lyrics and music more deeply! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

The softest part of the heart

Time went by day and night, and the crowd was bustling and noisy. In this way, a heart ran in a hurry following the years. A group of flying birds circling in the Sky led their sight to the nothingness of distant places. When did I am stand here? Like a statue with big eyes open all the time, living in an empty way, I can’t remember how I came here, and even don’t know where I will go. Living in a state of paralysis, the empty cries came from the dry bottom of my heart, like a dying fish longing for the source of clear living water, eager for the sincere and strong emotion like a rainstorm, inject the cracked heart bed to enrich the whole heart. I hope that I can awaken the inherent power of myself, love others, love myself, love the vast universe life without being captured by life, and do not fear the attrition of time. I heard the opening of a music festival on the train: I met you in the softest place of the heart, and my heart suddenly shocked, the softest place? Maybe I also wanted to use this word to describe the place where love and soul lived, and tried to explore the true self sitting silently on the train, passing through the scenery outside the car window, most of them were unknown mountains, mountains, rivers and waters. They could not see any scenery and could not remember it in their hearts, just like clouds floating across the sky, dissipating at any time. In this way, passing through one scene after another, and the beat of the train. I didn’t pay attention to seeing the sunset, and the last red light made the hillside more silent, and the road was more vague. Time goes slowly and slowly, and nothing can be remembered here. No matter the tracing of the past or the sunset in front of us, there is probably only one lonely lamp on the road in memory, faint yellow and yellow made a halo in the river in front of the house. There was a nameless sentimental feeling in my heart, lonely, sinking into my own world. Lifting up a calm and peaceful feeling, the gauze lingered in my heart and fluttered around, with the whisper of my soul, lingering softly in the bottom of my heart. It leads the intoxicated people in the soft and soft place in the bottom of their hearts, dizzy and dizzy, the souls in the heavy years are floating there, full of the impulse to go blind dates with the vast universe, the whole heart was filled; How wonderful it was, everything was left behind, the whole person was light, maybe flying, fly a little more, the train always left from the departure station, and parting is probably the most touching thing. When leaving home, my mother thought it would be one year later to see me again, so she insisted on taking me to the intersection of the bus. I have never walked with her for many years on the road from small to large. It was a common thing for me to leave home. For her, eating and wearing warm clothes and three hectares of land were all part of life. She was not good at expressing feelings to her children, and she had never asked to send me before. At first, she walked in front of me happily with my bag. She met an acquaintance and said with a smile: send my daughter out! I said hello. Seeing that the road was almost to the end, she suddenly failed to restrain herself, crying like a child in front of her daughter who was about to leave. I suddenly didn’t know how to comfort her. I sobbed and couldn’t open my mouth. I wanted to hug her body, but she didn’t turn her head and covered her eyes with the back of her hand. She turned around and walked back, crying. She didn’t want me to watch her cry, and she couldn’t comfort me even if she caught up with her. I could only see her back moving away while walking with her arms lifted to wipe her face. The wheat fields on both sides of the road were shining green in the winter sunrise, and the small village on the other side of the wheat field was quiet and serene, A corner was covered by a large bare branch. I really wanted to call her, but I couldn’t open my mouth at all. The love gushing out from the bottom of my heart filled my chest in a flash, surging all over my body, almost melting the whole person; no matter what kind of grievance you have suffered in the past, no matter how you choose between good and evil gains and losses, at this moment, you will be burned into embers; This is the kindest and most selfless love in the world, this life, just teach us to burn just for this beautiful and passionate emotion. Don’t teach me to keep chasing. The carriage is Still Noisy. This may be the place where we can experience the appearance of all living creatures most: the kind woman gently patted the baby who was crying with the man next to her, and the girl alone meditated by the window with a thick book in hand. The old uncle piled up his luggage and sat on the aisle and snored heavily, vulgar middle-aged men still swallowed clouds and mist when the train finally arrived, everyone hurried to the exit and returned to the big world. What would meet them, a neat and warm home? A busy job? A short meeting? All the hearts were immediately filled with trivial matters, and they had no choice but to spare a moment before they had time to gasp and rumble. My boyfriend has been waiting for me at the exit. After receiving me, he grabbed my hand and said that he suddenly felt a little touched and delighted when he saw me walk out of the exit. And I almost cried when I saw him standing there giggling at me in the crowded railway station square: there was someone waiting for me, no matter how far or how long I walked, his arms are still warm; And I will come back, and my heart is toward this. His touching and delight are the same experience to me, because he has the most important thing in life and an indispensable part of life. No matter how sad the wandering once was, it may finally reach the unexpected destination. Bathed in the bright sunshine of autumn, withered leaves fell on the mire in the bottom of my heart, brewing a small yellow flower. Plant your lover in the softest and deepest place in your heart. Then one night, I woke up from my dream, turned over to my lover’s soft face, told him the dream just now softly, and finally fell asleep in his quiet arms. The flowers in my heart are bright and open, yellow and shining, the softest place in people’s heart may be like a shining sand beach, picking up lonely loneliness or warm touch here, all clean pure. There is the most precious treasure of life, a unique treasure owned by everyone. When you feel tired, hard, hard, painful, and you still have the treasure waiting for you forever, look for it and it will not let you empty. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. 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Who is the friend deleted from your memory

One day, I suddenly picked up my mobile phone and opened the phone book. There were hundreds of people in it. I counted them carefully. There were only a dozen people I often contacted, who is the friend deleted from your memory. Our time is full of classes and extracurricular activities, and sometimes we even have to take the time to have meals to have meetings to do other things. One day was tossed to death, how could there be time to take care of those friends in the phone, when lying on that warm bed, just thinking about how to go to sleep quickly, wrap up a lonely heart and try to keep her warm. There was no purpose, no direction, and even thought it was torture. I had to admit that I was disturbed. When I suddenly remembered to talk with someone, I had not contacted for so many years. Was it appropriate? He is a friend deleted from my memory. Once upon a time, we sat in the same classroom, and you were my deskmate. Whenever I sang, the one who often made trouble with a pen as a microphone chased a girl together and ate a bowl of rice, the one who slept in one bed. I once thought about these, so close, but so far. I have to admit that when facing these, I lost a lot, always busy, forgot to take care of the people around me, and forgot to call my parents every week, I even forgot to take good care of my body. I often catch a cold, but I always don’t know. Looking back, I always ask myself: are you worth it! We were too young. Inadvertently, we spent twenty times back and forth. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, autumn and winter, spring and summer, we grew up slowly and got angry gradually. No longer so obedient, no longer so docile, no longer so cute, our life is full of too many bumps, ups and downs sometimes are nothing, but when falling down, we have to admit that this heart is really too small to bear so many blows. It is growth or something. We always forget the smiling faces around us, those who often smile at us, those who stand out first when you have difficulties, and those who stretch out their hands, we gradually learn indifference and forget. We can’t know how good the rainbow is after the wind and rain, because it fell in a hurry, but occasionally I will consider whether there is more speed under my feet, and gradually I learn to forget it, don’t take the indifference around you into consideration. Whether it is society or ourselves, we forget too much! Who would call me comfortably in my spare time, even if it was just a gentle greeting, I wouldn’t expect anything, because I have forgotten it for so long, and the time is too long, we grow up? Sometimes, I miss my friend very much, and then casually dial that number. When a sudden call, he would be surprised, inexplicably speechless and incoherent. Are we really apart for too long? Haven’t you contacted me for a long time? Sometimes I have to think about life like this. When I hear the special happy look at the other end of the microphone, I am happy and helpless. Who is the friend who has been deleted from our memory? How much has We Passed? The road is still too long. Sometimes I really think of a lot. Whether the full ones have learned to forget or not, and I don’t think of so much any more, be a simple ordinary person. Maybe, life can also be helpless. 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…

Fish Sleep

Mr. Zhou interrupted me who was looking for a TV program. I was very surprised, and then I was dubious: no way? Sir asked me to see it by myself. As expected, at the leaning corner under the rain Stone, the fish closed his eyes leisurely and looked carefully. It breathed and sucked rhythmically, and really fell asleep, at this time, if you gently flick the outer edge of the fish tank with your fingers, it will immediately make you appreciate a real carp brace. That playful look and ingenuity make you full of joy. There are 8 small fish in my small round fish tank, including pure black, pure red, red and white, black and red, grass gray like Loach, watching them swimming around freely and without worries every morning, the beautiful fishtail shaking proudly shows off its beautiful patterns and big eyes like red beans to you, I really admire their fairy-like happy days! Unconsciously, I will also be affected by its happy mood, and all the troubles will be instantly wandered away by the fish. But today, the fish is sleepy, but they never wake up! Perhaps, is it tired of swimming? Although it was not the sea, the fish gave me a broad mind. Although it was not the wilderness, the fish gave me deep eyes. Although it was not the grassland, the fish gave me a vast expanse, although it was not the top of the mountain, the fish gave me the boldness of tolerance! The fish fell asleep, and slept soundly, very fragrant,,,. 2011, 12, 6 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…

Really miss you

Clear Sky, Emei month hung low in the sky, stars scattered in the sky. On the midsummer night, I strolled along the pavement, and many thoughts lingered in my heart, wriggling. Looking up at the stars in the sky and the white clouds floating in the sky, maybe I am as romantic as the leisure and bitter yearning of summer night. Pro screen. Music is surrounded in the room, listening alone and quietly. The scenes, sentences and eyes were all written deeply on the territory of the bottom of my heart, and my memory was sleepless. For no reason, I was stunned at the screen, letting the music flow in the blood, letting the time slide down at my fingertips, letting my thoughts gradually spread in my eyes. I don’t know why I am? I miss you so much in my own space and in my own time. Maybe at this time you are also quiet, thinking about it. The two are in the same heart, conveying a wisp of light inexplicable. A kind of lovesickness, two idle sorrows. Miss you, there is a faint pain in sweetness, and a little worry in joy. As if looking for the traces of the past in Tang Poetry and Song poetry, poetic. Like the drizzle, slight breeze, cool midsummer, how many past events passed. How much aftertaste turns into bitterness in sweetness, how much gathering turns into the passing of clouds, how many times of looking back and smiling just freeze in dreams In this world, there are many vertical achievements that we can’t choose again. Those long-gone clouds are just enchanting in the past. Tonight, we are only lonely and empty, looking at the shallow Milky Way happily. This hatred is endless. Because time has crucified us and tied our bodies, but it does not constrain our caring hearts. I know that this continuous meditation is a beautiful mistake. We met, we were congenial, and we continued the fate of the previous life. There is no right or wrong for us at any cost. This is the fate of fate and the combination of you and me. No hesitation, no suspicion, and no worldly scruples. We just hide this deep and shallow good in the deepest part of the world of mortals. There was no need for thousands of words. At this time, the ups and downs of music made me in a trance, as if I heard the surging tide and the breath of thickness. This powerful shock made me unstoppable and filled my whole heart I pray that the moonlight can bring you into my dream, the breeze can send you to my side, we hold hands and talk happily, embrace tears. It is a pity that the Moonlight is dim tonight, and the wind is not surprised. I am looking forward to a little flute, which can let me play a sad melancholy, and let me feel the joy of embracing you in loneliness. I would like to rub the soft lovesickness into the night, melt the sweet tenderness in the winding music, and adjust the dim mood with the bitterness of missing. Want to static, don’t want you. -I do so. Even if the noise outside disturbed the eardrum, even if the stuffy coquettish of summer wrapped me, it could not erase your shadow in my heart, nor drive away your waiting in my heart, I am like drinking mellow wine, drunk music, drunk moonlight, drunk my pure heart. I really miss you, imagine your hot summer, imagine your tired dark, imagine your hard work of getting up early and sleeping late, imagine your appearance of holding your mobile phone to talk to me, really, I really want to become a purple butterfly. I leave lightly, quietly perched beside you, accompany you through the scorching sun one by one, accompany you into the corner of your trivial and complicated things, in this way, my heart will be quiet and warm. Deep night, Miss you. Are you thinking about me on the other side of the Milky Way? Do you give me a glimpse? 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…