Winter bath

I stood upstairs, wearing a bathrobe like summer, watching the vehicles passing by in the city and the buildings full of sunshine, enjoying the warm spring, I feel that the world both near and near is embracing the hot summer sun. If it were not for the winter clothes and bare branches and stumps of pedestrians on the street, what would be the difference between the sunshine and summer? This is a wonderful illusion of time and space. I live in a warm room, so I live in a severe winter and enjoy the summer scenery. My body is warm and my heart is warm, and my heart is warm and warm. My view of summer is also born with my heart. The environment comes from the heart, in fact, it can also be changed from the environment to the heart: the location and environment are different, the observation and feeling are also different, and even today’s view of winter is like summer. The illusion of the world comes from this. Looking back at the past, it is at today’s point of time; It is not difficult to taste people, it is at your own point of view. Time and space always have their nature and reality. Colorful and bizarre are just the clothes we put on their dreams. In this cold winter, we can see the world in the warm room with big waves and sand washing. We can also create a larger and more modern warm mansion than big waves and sand washing, but we can never turn winter into summer, just as we can never surpass life and death, the exchange of cold and summer and the reincarnation of yin and yang are irreversible. What we can change is only the small environment around us, which is just a frog sitting at the bottom of the well. The difference lies in the size of the wellhead. Sitting in a well and looking at a piece of well, jumping out of the bottom of the well to feel the width; In the universe of the universe, my heart is not clear, I can see the world from the waves to the sand, I can see the winter into summer, when we look at the universe, how much can we know the truth of the universe? How much can we understand and grasp when we look at our own hearts? Knowing yourself is the same as knowing our world. It is easy to see, but difficult to see, see, and see through. 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…

wang shi ru yan-Nightingales whisper

It seemed like the bright fireworks, and the resplendence that went out in a flash. I looked at the night sky, which was decorated with enchanting place just now. At this moment, it is such silence. At night, hiding behind heavy curtains, thinking that I was also in such a quiet night, thinking that we were thinking about the white snowflakes together, quietly drifting across the wilderness and the village, drifting into the human heart, the context is clearly printed on the window of the soul, so the memory becomes vivid and vivid. The songs of childhood were fragmented with the bitter north wind. It looks like the old gramophone, the yellow record, the intermittent and harsh squeak. Lying on the window, with eyes wide open, looking for the snowflake floating in front of me last year among the snowflakes flying all over the sky. It used to be so light, so delicate, like a carefully hollowed-out pattern, melting in my heart, so I always remember its appearance. Besides, it slowly disappears in my palm. At that time, I had an expectation and started the season of Snow dancing in spring. If there is one thing that can touch your heart, even if it is as tiny as snow, it will stay in your memory for a long time. The maple leaves all over the mountain are green and red, red and falling, leaving bare branches, recalling the splendor of the past and recalling the past prosperity. The wind blew, and the branches sighed each other, expressing their hearts. The surging waves hit the reef violently, and the splashing droplets, together with all the happiness in the sun, dispersed together. Year after year, day after day. In the picture of hundreds of GE competing with the stream, the fishing fire next time lit by the river is smashed in the fine reflection. White Canvas dots walk into the scroll of history and the deep blue of the sea. Standing on the top of the years, overlooking the waves of the river, along the winding river, rolling away how many sorrows, turned into clouds and smoke, Fu Na Willow waist, rising from the green mountains and green water mountain streams, the icicles which were too late to flow down, solidified into scenes of scenery, kept trying, but could not move forward even one centimeter. Winter is coming, can it still hear grass whispering under the ground? Can you still feel the root of the plant open its mouth and suck it desperately? The night began to come quietly. Birds are in the bushes, in the grass, in the nest, rest. The night in the mountain area was shrouded in a vast expanse of white chill. The night of the city was looming in the colorful neon halo, like the charming illusion in the eyes of drunk people. Or quiet, or noisy, scenes of sorrow of departure, joys and sorrows again and again, songs of joy and whining gently, read! When the weather gets cold, Wild Goose keeps flying to the south. Flying over the mountains in groups, towards the heaven in my heart, flying to flapping wings, I often feel tired; When I am injured, I only feel the depth of pain; Hoarse whine, sometimes only you can hear it; When you are lost, you often feel lonely. Time and time again, I want to rest halfway, time and time again, I want to give up the dream of chasing, time and time again, flapping wings, soaring in the blue sky, experiencing wind and rain, experiencing snow and frost, experiencing lightning strike, experience the hardships experienced by generations. The distant and long road of migration! Gently with saxophone, gentle melody, stirring. Sometimes, what understands you most is not yourself or friends, but the musical instrument in your hands and the music in your heart. The light lengthens the silhouette. The white wall and the black silhouette seem a little abrupt and harmonious. On the tea table, the boiled water was still steaming, and I read half of the books, half opened and half closed. The fresh lily in the transparent vase, the white leaves begin to curl, yellow, and the fragrance of flowers is not as strong as that when I just bought it. The East begins to turn white slowly. The Sky is almost bright, isn’t it? 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…

Cool Autumn

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

Thirty-year-old after

As the saying goes, living after the age of thirty is a big truth. After the age of thirty, life is no longer a gorgeous collection of poems, but a collection of books hidden in the years. Starry sky is the End of Dreams at the age of sixteen, and Nocturne in rainy season at the age of seventeen is the color of dream painting, 18-year-old summer starry sky is a romantic poem. The voice of loneliness at the age of 19 is a poem of graduation departure. Love at the age of twenty is very simple. Love at the age of twenty is a narrative poem for collecting dreams. Love at the age of twenty is a wandering epic. Love at the age of twenty is the beginning of a memorial poem. The starry sky at the seaside of twenty-two is a love poem, the story in the dream of twenty or thirty years old is the climax of youth, 24 seaside prayers are the collections of harvest poems, 25 years old fate is the bloom of life, 26 years old green sleeves are The Melody of Love, romeo and Juliet met at the age of 27, agengdilina at the edge of water at the age of 28, whispers in autumn at the age of twenty or nine, and wedding in dreams at the age of thirty. After thirty years old, youth is a prose of mood. Love is a classic prose, family is a pile of family prose, and work is a pile of narrative prose. We are our own readers. After thirty years old, youth is a documentary. Love is tea, emotion is coffee, marriage is teapot, family affection is red wine, and we are lovers watching movies. After thirty years old, life is a car to be upgraded. Family is the steering wheel, work is the wheel, life experience is fuel, we are challenging different models. After thirty years old, time is a song, joy, anger and sorrow is a staff, composing songs of different styles, from campus to love song, from love song to rock and roll, from network to bar, from bar to karaoke, from karaoke to light music, from light music to pure music let us record the craze and bloom of youth. Love is romantic and sad, the noise and loneliness of the city, and the anxiety and tranquility of the night. After thirty years old, we can’t remember the shadow of the past years. We will not continue the fantasy of youth any more. After thirty years old, we all learn to leave a place for our lover and a space for ourselves. After thirty years old, we all learn to be tolerant and generous, and to be kind to ourselves. After the age of thirty, we all look down upon the floating clouds through the precipitation and bleaching in our life. After thirty years old, we still keep the bottom line and principle of ourselves, and also keep a good root in our hearts. After thirty years old, we still have a smile, confidence and persistence. After thirty years old, we have no way to keep the passage of time. We have kept a memory. After thirty years old, we have no way to keep the vicissitudes of the sea, and we have kept a blessing. After thirty years old…. 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…

Say, dear, give it to yourself

Dear, you are now 20 years old, and I know that you are also trying to spend the rest of your time in an elegant manner. I suddenly want to say a lot to you today. Dear, you are already 20 years old. From then on, you are no longer a teenager, no one will feel your carefulness any more, no one will feel your concern for your efforts any more, because you are already 20 years old and no longer a young child. You said that you had been crushed by time for 19 years before you had time to prepare. But the tail of October, the prelude of November. The years passed 19 years in this way. There is no teenage waiting in this life and this world. Dear, when you say you are 20 years old, you have no time to prepare. Time sticks it into your blood, and you say you will never have nightmares from now on. Zhijun’s heart is like the bright moon, and you say that you are grateful to the fate for giving you this dazzling beauty. Maybe there is no neon bloom of fireworks, maybe there is no fragrance of butterfly, but you said that you would like the wind to blow through the throb of every heart. But you said today that you didn’t know that you were not that good. You used to hold yourself too high. Dear, in fact, these are not important any more. What matters is that you are already 20 years old. You have to learn to be good to yourself instead of just thinking about being good to others. Dear, I want to tell you that from tomorrow on, you will forget the past ties. You said if you want to fly high, you should forget the horizon. There is no past, but today, which is not easy to live. With too many regrets of yesterday, it is better to create a new tomorrow. The cumbersome body will only bring tiredness to today. You said you should let yourself go and fly bravely! I can only bless you, because I am you, and no one knows you better than me. Dear, I want to tell you that from tomorrow on, you should learn not to escape. There is no desperate situation in the world, only people who are desperate. If you escape from the cold winter, you will never see the warmth of spring. Man, stand straight, the sky is falling, there will be a brother to help you stand up! Well, you have a lot of brothers, brothers who really give up their lives to you, dear, in fact, this is your luck in the past 19 years! Dear, I want to tell you that from tomorrow on, you should learn not to complain. It is better to light candles than complain about the darkness. I know that you work hard. You will always study hard alone in the study room. All the bitterness and tears drop on the book. When someone asks you how the book is pleated, you even say that the water has spilled on it. You have your sufferings. Although you don’t know who to talk to, I just want to tell you that you don’t have to bear too much by yourself. Really, you can’t bear too much dear. I know you are trying hard Tobeaman,notaboy. You will always tell me how to break through the encirclement with so many excellent people around. Therefore, you start to be unsociable and untalkative. You start to eat alone, walk alone, have classes alone, go back to the dormitory alone, grab seats alone, and spend a day in the library alone, one person walks through the whole campus in the night wind, so you speed up your already fast steps and finish the journey from one side to the other side in the ordinary time of others. You will tell me that only when you walk fast can you have your own food. You never believe that there is anything that should belong to you in this world, and you only remember to strive for it. You said you were right. Dear, I know you are also eager to hold a girl’s hand and go on forever. But you said that those people were staying for a short time, and they couldn’t love the pilgrim’s soul. You said you would rather be lonely than quarrel with love. I asked how could you enter your heart? And you don’t even know. You said there were so many uncertainties in this world, and I didn’t know whether those of mine should belong to me. I am afraid that it will come again, come again, and finally go away. You don’t like to take risks and are afraid of losing in the game against time. You say you don’t have so much time to race. Every time you have thousands of reasons to convince yourself. Dear, I know you have a small dream hidden in your heart, and you are always filled with greed. I tried to let you fall asleep, but you woke up in dreams stubbornly again and again. You are afraid that you are too slow to catch up with the real bus. You told me that if you exist, you must run, or your heart will rot. You always have so many persistence that I have nothing to say. Dear, you said you were always playing hide-and-seek with yourself. Later on, you were not willing to find yourself out. You said you were a road idiot, so I was afraid that you would lose your way on this road. You are used to burying small worries in your heart. You said that because nobody cares about it, you might as well treasure it. When they are covered with thick dust, I don’t have to worry about anything. For you, dust represents forgetting. However, have you really forgotten it? Dear, I know you have a lot of words in your heart, but if you can’t find a suitable time to pour out, it will turn into dust. You said there were your tears in the wind, but you died in the past. I said, dear, you have to learn to be happy. Only when you are happy can your world be happy. No one belongs to anyone, and there is no need for anyone to change. Dear You, dear yourself, 20 years old, your running is still going on… 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…

Hope autumn

I will continue to stay with this city in another way 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…

Alone (piano stage art)

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

Iraq drunk

High upstairs, look at your beautiful blue sleeves, and feel anxious under the moon. By the bank of the Willow Bank, I saw your smile rippling, intoxicated and fragrant. Looking back, I have gone through a thousand years, leaving melancholy. If you are born in love, the ends of the world are everywhere. I miss you by my side. Only recalling the wind blowing away, green grass Fangting, hazy smoke, Yi people on the water side. I call you thousands of times in my dream, but you can’t see clearly and it’s hard for me to see yourself. I’m drunk and hurt myself tonight. Accompanied by the red leaves, a faint smile, pointing to the sunset on the horizon. After watching for a lifetime, it is difficult to get together, and lonely tears fall into the Blue River. Today, only the breeze and bright moon, yellow flowers fall, and the ground is full of wounds. The world is waiting alone, running water is broken, who is complaining about lovesickness, and the whole curtain is collected alone. Agilawood drifted away and wanted to send plain notes to Nanshan Mountain. Blue birds did not know how to worry, but only buried their thoughts. A glass of wine is only for the Iraqi people to get drunk; The wine is added again, but it is hurt for the Iraqi people. 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…

I like drinking

At dusk, I invited Xiaorong to go to xiaanyu’s home in Songxia for a drink. In my half-century life, whether it is day or night, is it happy or sad, interesting or boring? I like to drink. Sometimes there are a large group of people in groups, sometimes there are only two or three bosom friends, and sometimes even alone. The wine I want to drink is of no variety, no matter in the dreamland of the south of the misty rain or in the deep desert of a foreign country, beer, old wine, white wine, old white wine, national wine, I can drink all the foreign wine. I drank a bottle of foreign wine worth thousands of yuan in high spirits, and I still drank rice wine worth a few cents or two. From ancient times to present, many people like drinking, especially those famous literati and scholars can drink. I appreciate drinking as a song, life geometry?, I have the romance of holding wine to invite the moon, and I have the lofty sentiments of bringing wine to the wind. In my mind, drinking focuses on mood, atmosphere and wine companions, rather than the quality and variety of wine. It is not wine that the drunkard wants! I like to drink lightly and slowly, taste carefully and experience slowly. If I meet a generous wine partner at the banquet or in a lively occasion, I will also eat large meat and drink in a large bowl. I appreciate the southerners drinking freely and leisurely. Even if they are drunk, they will still be slightly drunk, leaving half sober and half drunk. I also like the northerners’s generous and broad-minded drinking. Why should I wake up alone when everyone is drunk? I hate the empty-bellied drinking of foreigners most. I didn’t touch a few cups, Bottomsup! Cheers! I fell under the table and got drunk. I am born to drink and like drinking, which may be the inheritance of our family. My family once told me that in my memory, I vaguely remembered that when I was only 14 months old, I was fostered from Shanghai in Shangyu, my ancestral land. My grandfather was a footman, who was good at drinking and also liked drinking. He often carried me to the grocery store opened by Mr. Dongtang under the border bridge of baiguan xiachou, and made a bowl of old wine, call a plate of peanuts to sit in the bamboo chair and drink. He held me on his thigh, eating some red robes for me while using chopsticks to touch old wine and feed it into my mouth. He had been cultivating me to drink since childhood. In my adult life, I have to drink almost every meal, sometimes even three drinks a day. Now the drink before going to bed is my most classic drunkenness. I sit in front of the screen, there are several bags of vacuum-packed food on the computer desk, holding the cup of wine in hand, drinking while eating while watching. The eyes are always on the screen, one Cup after another. The wine was integrated into my blood, and the feeling of burning touched my nerves. The floating mood intoxicated my vacant world and made the alcohol concentration sweep my mind, the strong smell of wine flows from my lines, which can make people feel the true self. Someone jokingly called me: swallow the endless talent with the wine and let it go. My grandfather is a good drinker, but he has no ability to earn money to support his family. My father had been working in the military factory thousands of kilometers away for a long time, and he was also a master of drinking. During the Cultural Revolution, he was trusted by the leaders of the factory because of his strong roots. He often traveled to the North to take charge of the investigation of personnel files, I have drunk all the old wine from the south of the Yangtze River in China and the soju wine from the north. Our family not only loves drinking but also women. My Empress is a runxiu of all people. She has an extraordinary temperament of literacy and writing. She was born in a noble family of a hundred official Shen family. When she was young, she was married to my grandfather. My second mother and my uncle were not allowed to drink. Because I like drinking and drinking, most of my friends who get together like birds of a feather are also good at drinking, and they are regarded as good friends in the dialect of our officials. It’s right to say that we don’t get together without wine or meat. Of course, sometimes when drinking without serving wine and vegetables, even with peanuts and stinky dried bean curd, you can drink it in the dark. I remember one time when I was drinking with a friend of radio and television, I started drinking from 8 am to 2 am the next day, and the time was not too long. I still remember one time when I drank with a group of brothers of radio and television, I drank several boxes of yellow wine, several boxes of beer, a lot of bottles of old workshops and Kong Fu banquet wine in my hotel canteen, and the quantity was not too small. I like to drink not only in high-end hotels, but also in mid-range restaurants. I prefer to drink in farmhouses, fast food restaurants, food stalls, even alleys, and activity board rooms. Sometimes I like drinking at home, sometimes I like drinking in the wild. Especially in the wild, when the bright moon is in the sky and the breeze comes, the atmosphere and artistic conception can really be written into poems and paintings. Nowadays, I seldom get drunk when I drink. At any banquet, I can watch and listen to the topic from all over the world, so that everyone from all over the world can find common interests and hobbies. I am also good at persuading people to drink. I flatter others with Geely for different reasons and make everyone happy to accept it. However, I try my best to drink less so as not to get drunk. If the sky does not love wine, there is no wine star in the sky, if the Earth does not love wine, there is no wine spring underground, the world loves wine, and the love of wine is worthy of the sky. Men cannot live without wine. Then Cao Cao and Liu Bei laughed at heroes, if there were no boiled wine. Not too embarrassed? Then Guan Gong beheaded Hua Xiong, if there was no warm wine, wouldn’t there be no attachment? Then Li Bai wrote hundreds of wine-fighting poems, and the fascinating words of jade beads were also permeated with the smell of wine? Life is more like a glass of wine, light as water, fragrant as wine, and bitter as astringent as the end of wine 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…

Bearing warm

At that time, I sneaked under the sunshine of the season. In the bronze mirror of winter, you can see those leaves falling into dust, trees revealing thin bones, lawns hanging with Frost White, and some gloomy faces. The gray tone is like Hu Lancheng’s sorrow all over the eyes, and also like the stories in the book. After the beginning of the vigorous arrangement, there is a cool and thin ending. Winter is like the narration with words sighing lightly, like being desolate, like being cold, like being lonely however, this season makes the appearance of everything in the world concise, neither violent nor glorious, it can be light enough to be a proper owner. Like a mature woman, she is determined to be close to a tree. Like a night pedestrian, dressed in a golden robe, her magnificence was unknown, her lips were quiet, her love was bright and silent this season had a kind of sober and calm, with rational treasure. Such treasure gives birth to unknown warmth. They float in the air and move slightly. It was warm and quiet, just like the quiet and light flower on the case. In the cold winter, it was full of glamour and glamour. Moving, like the flying birds on the bare branches outside the window, they are at ease. The cold winter cannot prevent them from stretching their wings and flying their dreams. Don’t think about everything in your heart, sit against the screen and lie to the sun. The winter sun poured down, raised his head, and let it shine on his face warmly. In the glittering brilliance, he saw the rainbow among the dense eyelashes. At this moment, let time decay behind you, time will be slow, and the world will return to peace. The bestowings of nature are always fair. They are displayed inadvertently and passed away quietly inadvertently. Those who can see and cherish them are lucky. The inner prosperity ignores the bleak season and presents a bright smile. The music beside my ears is warm and full of thoughts. The music is depressed and lingering. The traces of happiness and pain are pointed out in the lyrics and songs. In the years like water, I noticed that in the 28th year of yesterday, there were gorgeous beauties, Rao Yanshu, today has solidified in the depth of time. Dust, flying in the sunshine, is like the souls which are difficult to grasp and vague one by one, and is like the tiny shadow of someone who has not been put into the palm of someone, floating and uncertain. For a long time, my mind is graceful. I often shed tears for my willful persistence and silence. Receive newsletters. He said that he should remember to add clothes, pay attention to keeping warm, and read them carefully. With smile, care and friendship in his eyes, he was just around him. There were so many things, all of which were clear and clear. In this winter, sunflowers filled with sunshine were filled in email letters and mobile phone messages. The soft, soft and warm sunflowers were stuck to my heart. I thought that I was tired and lost my sense of touch. Never thought that a wisp of the truest and purest feeling and taste of life came out immediately on the foundation of silent life. Heart-to-heart greetings, face-to-face smiles, and those dormant warmth make me think calmly, appreciate devoutly, and sincerely appreciate the grace of fate. Some things. Some experience. One after another. The world of mortals is loose, and I cherish it because of some ties. Most of the time, being moved and feeling continuous kindness are not between the appearance of material, but the existence of spirit and soul. This feeling is like an empty cup with residual temperature, with the fragrance of tea, tea flavor also in. I also know that you are always there. Turn around, smile. In this smile, there is a belief in creation, a trace of happiness, a respect for labor, and I forget that I have lost sincerely and that I have been seriously embarrassed, but you just need to guard the soft temperature in your heart and spread it slowly. Music and dust were thrown into the air on this winter afternoon. I caught them and put them in my palm. In the warm atmosphere, warm their wandering thoughts. Sancheng warm, warm words at night, many scenes turn into light and shadow at night. Quiet, as before. Put yourself in the text and listen to the keyboard. Looking up, you can see the lamp filled with orange light and shadow, which is a kind of silent warmth, such as the text jumping out of your hand, which has its own temperature. The words left traces of memory and walking in the intermittent Time: lazy self-complaint, tangled texture, and the depth of freedom. Looking back on the past years, some disagreements are only for coping with the occasional slight pain in my heart. Pale and fragile, the deeper the silence. God not only gives a person a warm and sensitive heart, but also makes him sensitive to the tiny sadness that others cannot perceive. Even though we understand that it is not good to be injured, we are sad occasionally, and it does not hurt the body. We are intact, which is the bottom line of sadness. It is often said that people who write are doomed to be lonely, like Duras. Maybe the surroundings are busy, but the heart is always cold. Grief sometimes, joy sometimes, in the trivial days of one dress and one meal, there is no lack of fragments full of warmth. The winding words record the color of life, and the warmth in it is the reason for loving the world. Writing makes me quiet and deeply think about feelings and life. In the narration, there is a huge territory which is closer to nothingness gradually extended, leaving silence and restraint, and becoming another self, living on paper, with the lightness of being isolated from the world. The power of words is the power of time. The more you go forward, the more desolate and calm you are. Words can make women like me get wise amorous feelings and the power of beauty. Even if they are plain, they will not be rough. It seems like a flower tree full of flowers and branches, rising and falling. There is a constant self-knowledge in reincarnation. How good are these words that make me feel distressed but look warm. At the beginning of the new year, everyone is growing cruelly. Reality, dark and gorgeous, often makes people forced to approach a critical edge of doubt and trust. Perhaps, we should all have the paranoid attitude towards life and have the happiness like childhood. If your innocence is deprived, it is not the fault of the world, but your failure to protect the children in your character. Thinking of those green leaves, when the seasons changed, they were forced to go to another road. And when they are close to the soil, observation and endurance can be transferred to eternity. When silence enters the dust, the warmth of the old time can blow through the cold of severe winter and resist the sufferings in life. All the Silence hides the voice, and all the withering will burst into joyful life, only waiting for the right time to expand arbitrarily and break through the ground. Life, with time as the topic, can not be ignored. In fact, we don’t expect to be gorgeous and amazing. We don’t expect to be happy and graceful. As long as we are quiet and calm, as long as we are simple and simpler, plain is happiness. This season has a particularly firm light, because we are quiet and generous, and accept this kind and soft greeting to ourselves. Staring at the moment, I saw my mother’s embrace, Lover’s hug, a word of encouragement, a lighted light in the slow old time, A soft cashmere shawl straightened all the tortuous memories. Those times, those hearts, those emotions, with moderate warmth, shallow smiles, were as sweet as dreams. Heart, iron and meet. I still stood there, without amazing facial features, but always had a warm little happiness. Tiny, certain happiness. Let’s take this small fortune and my expectation as the beginning of the new year. From today on, think, write and read, and give each day a warm name to be a warm and happy woman. 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…