And loneliness

Loneliness gives many people a negative and pessimistic feeling. Lonely people have no friends. They are used to being alone. They come and go alone with their own shapes and shadows. They are quiet and don’t like the life of having more people to join in the fun. For me, it becomes more and more natural. Most of the time, I am a listener. Words became luxury, silence became gold. I wanted to say something, but the words came to an abrupt end. I accepted others’ kind words with a smile, but they were still so silent, so quiet and so casual. When this kind of life has been for some time, I have quietly liked the lonely life. Without one’s company, life has another elegant demeanour. I choose to exist alone, not because of the misfortune of life, nor the complaint to the society, nor the dissatisfaction to the people around me, which changes with cognition, I think it is natural. One’s own life is not out of the normal life track because of less contact with the outside world. On the contrary, a solitude person’s understanding of life, society, work and other aspects will be deeper and deeper, and will not be confined to the surface of prosperity and bustle, the sublimation of thought is a valuable treasure. Perceive others, gain insight into the society, enjoy the scenery, no longer linger in forms, do not let kindness go cold, and do not let indifference possess. In a quiet environment, I can think quietly about the experience of a day, a week, a month and a year. Distinguish between right and wrong, how to prevent mistakes from happening, how to make things better, and how to grow in things. Thinking about all kinds of things, the more you benefit. Only with thinking can more regrets be avoided. In the past, things that were going to be done were often messed up because of impulsion and impatience; Because they are always indecisive, they lose precious opportunities; Because of the spattering of saliva, they often say too much gain and loss to people, because they hate each other. Being alone makes me think back. When I am alone, it often makes me have a kind of purity of soul, and my heart has no distracting thoughts, so that my body and mind can be completely released. Everything is quiet, everything is vast, everything is clean, painless, no pain, no worry, no gain or loss, no success or failure, this time makes people feel comfortable. Little by little thoughts brought me back to the past, and brought me to today. After that, they took me to an unknown piece of silk, piece by piece, and slowly woven into a outline, sparkling in my mind, then I was beaming with joy and suddenly enlightened. Then, I made a pot of green tea, poured a cup of it, and tasted it slowly. The taste was not astringent or bitter, floating from my mouth to the five Zang and Six Bend. The whole body and spirit were refreshed, lasting for a long time. When you taste tea by yourself, your taste is not only the taste of tea, but also the rare freedom. Leisure time is relaxing and pleasant. A cup of ordinary green tea can be your favorite. I don’t like the noise outside any more and prefer to stay at home quietly. Reading books has become my favorite thing. I regard books as my bosom friend, although she doesn’t understand the amorous feelings. Obsessed with her, she was deeply attracted by the exciting and flying words, the beautiful words, the gripping sentences, the magnificent, carefree, sad and euphemistic and touching chapters, all the ripples in my heart. Walking into her world, I found countless past lives of you, me, him, her and the unreachable afterlife. This wonderful world can only be experienced in it. In every day and night, in the bright sunshine, in the soft moonlight, I am accompanied by incense books and ink, green trees and flowers, small bridges and running water, vast sea and blue sky. I am the only one in the world, accompanied by loneliness, and lonely for friends 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…

Target

Life is picturesque, which draws the outline all the way; Life is like poetry, singing all the way; Life is like wine, drinking all the way; Life is like a dream, wasting all the way. Many memories of life are bitter, bitter, bitter, sweet and sweet. Different people have different paths and feelings. Different feelings lead to different philosophies of life, different rumors left in later generations, and different meanings we understand. Different life experiences do have different summaries, but there are always homonyms in different songs. Success comes down to a lifetime of success, which benefits from a clear goal and perseverance; Failure, when recalling a lifetime of failure, multi-language goals are vague or wandering. No matter what you do, the establishment of direction is always the most critical link. When you go home, home is your goal; When you stand on the battlefield, defeating the enemy is your goal; When you get the task assigned by the leader, then completing the task is your goal; When you write, completing your chapter beautifully is your goal. In the journey of life, there are many goals. Sometimes there are conflicts between goals. One of them must be more. At this time, you must make clear which one is your goal. Understanding the situation and setting goals are the primary tasks before you act. No matter what choice you make, you must always stick to your goal direction. When you go home, you should know that you are going home. Don’t stop by the toy stores around and forget the direction of your home; When you stand on the battlefield, don’t forget to defeat the enemy, don’t be fooled and seduced by the enemy, and forget the goal of the war; When you get the task assigned by the leader, don’t forget to complete the task, don’t be abandoned by many chores, forget the entrustment of the leader; When writing, don’t forget to finish the chapter, don’t be intoxicated by the TV music, and forget the work you wrote. In the journey of life, there are always many temptations and choices. At this time, we should stick to our own goals and march towards the ideal of life. We should not be hesitated by some irrelevant temptations, go wrong without knowing it. Nurhachi, the Emperor of Qing Dynasty, was ambitious and dedicated to the world. Unifying Jurchens on the road was the only way for him; Nurhachi, who had been fighting for most of his life, hoped to fulfill his wish in his lifetime and never had his own reunification; on the way to unify Haixi women, The kings of various countries in Hercynian Jurchens married their sisters and daughters to Nurhachi one after another, only to protect their own territory, but the Emperor of Qing dynasty had a clear goal and did not mess up because of the marriage and contribution; emperor Taizu of Qing Dynasty had always adhered to his ideal, and finally completed the great cause of reunification in the hands of his son Huang Taiji, founding the Qing Dynasty. When a goal is achieved, a new goal should be established on this basis. The establishment of goals should always be based on one’s own cognition and experience, otherwise it will be like a castle in the air, which is difficult to achieve. It will eventually be a dream, and the dream will be broken immediately after waking up. The goal of life should also be established on a reasonable basis. For example, the goal of saving money annually should take the current salary and the speed of salary increase as the status quo, so as to get a suitable goal for oneself. Understand step by step, understand step by step, step by step to the high point of life, the completion of one goal as the basis of another goal, linked with each other, the life path will be more and more steadfast, and will always move towards the end of success in life. Life is like a mountain ladder. Along the way, one foot strengthens one layer, and the other foot can march towards a higher layer. Step by step, small goals accumulate into big goals. 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. 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If it is windy, I don’t want to stop. Such as willow, reluctant to dance.

I once thought how fearful the night was, like a bottomless abyss. But when all the displeasure came to my heart and I couldn’t breathe any more, the only thing I could do was to escape, and only to escape. When walking on the campus path, people are like lights and flowers are like paper shadows. The red eyes on the electronic display screen hurt. I hurried and left a uniform figure on my back. On the west Moon Lake, weeping willows sway the bank. Under the dim light, the weeping willow leaves a shadow, and the lake water rippling slightly. On the invitation Bridge, a couple hugged each other. I looked back and glanced at it, feeling different. I passed by Building 7, and the faint sound of the classroom still reached my ears. It was a European and American movie. I like it, so I focus on it. In a flash, there was an impulse to sneak in through the back door of the classroom. After thinking for a while, it changed to calm. It’s all right. Now that you are out, why do you need to go in. It has been a long time since senior students left, they have not strolled in the campus like this. So I strolled, the wind blew my long hair and gently brushed my cheek. I was like a child, breathing that breath greedily. The playground at night is especially mysterious. The red plastic runway, the green plastic grass, the dim light on the road not far away, and the vehicles coming and going began to wander with the runway, circling around and enjoying themselves. Occasionally a Running Girl ran past me, and the long hair blown by the wind froze in my eyes. When chatting with my friends, I joked that I ate too much, held on, and walked out to help digestion. In fact, it was really impossible to stay in the house. The Otaku Girls in the dormitory gathered together to watch TV plays, laughing while scolding. I had to escape from the closed doors and windows and the screen of the computer. The balcony space was too small. I was never a safe person, and I was full of anxiety factors. Indoors, I am always like a sick child, without vitality and vitality, just like a sick fairy. Outside, I like to look up at the sky 90 degrees, listen to the unknown birds singing by the Boulevard, and watch the red plum blooming quietly by the roadside, I like to see the lake water flowing in the wind in the West Moon Lake. I love the grass, trees and flowers around me. Although these are insignificant in their eyes! Some readers call I am non-human, and say where sacred I am. I smiled bitterly. I am neither God nor holy. It’s just a woman who won’t even look at you in the crowd. The only thing more than you is that I can see through and think more than you. Because I feel life very attentively and find beauty. It is never God, neither now nor future. I am just me, just Fang Lige. If it is windy, I don’t want to stop. Just want to wandering. Such as willow, reluctant to dance, just want to and Lake matched scene. When wandering in the nature, I just want to be a child who is full of yearning and curiosity for everything. Children who run on the grass and giggle from the bottom of their hearts. In the argument, I just want to listen quietly, never argue, never argue, and when it is true, it is an amazing woman from the bottom of my heart. In sarcasm, a calm and poised woman. I am myself, and it is never possible for everyone to clap their hands and praise. People who appreciate me, thank you. You are always reminding me of what I have and what I can do and what I admire. Therefore, I always reflect on myself and ask myself whether I have a clear conscience. People who satirize me, thank you. You are always reminding me to set my seat right and don’t lose yourself in flowers and applause. Look at yourself, do something wrong, feel ashamed for what you have done wrong, and express your apology from the bottom of your heart. Those who trust me, thank you, you are always around, your trust is my move forward. Those who love me, thank you, you are always around me, no matter the storm, always support me, accept my coldness and pride, accept my vulnerability, tolerate my arrogance, love my heart. The roar of the train beside the playground shattered my meditation, and my stagnant eyes shifted on the passing train. I was always a woman who knew my life. The passing car shadow is full of my incomparable affection for home. Wandering aimlessly on the playground, I forgot how many laps it was and what time it was at night. I only knew that the wind was a little cold, so I pulled up the clothes chain. Take good care of yourself and don’t let us worry. My parents’ exhortation rang in my ears again. After climbing the fence, he climbed up without hesitation. At a glance, the feeling of a small mountain is so magical. Sitting on the top, the wind blows up the hair, staring at the people coming and going below. The neon is like a fairyland, hazy and shady. I just sat there, forgetting the strange eyes of passers-. For a second, I suddenly realized whether passers-by thought I had something to think about. I thought I had something sad. I fell in love and quarreled with others? Indeed, among the crowd on the playground, there are either couples or roommates walking together. And I am so maverick, sitting alone at the highest place of climbing the fence. But when the wind brushed my cheek again, I smiled calmly. Why should we care about the vision of passers-? I sat on the top of the mountain and watched the scenery. The Breeze delighted my mood and fulfilled the thirst for knowledge of passers-. Sidelines, and mirrors, original is such a beautiful dream. Dear, when you pass by the playground and see the long-haired girl sitting on the top of the fence, don’t, don’t surprise her dream. But at this moment, she fell into deep dreams. Don’t disturb her. Dear, when you are a wisp of breeze, don’t think about staying and traveling freely in the sky. Dear, when you are a willow, don’t think about walking with the wind and floating comfortably on the lakeside. Dear, when you read depression from my words, don’t be sad. When you are depressed, it makes me depressed. Depression is also a kind of beauty. I have never been a melancholy woman. Melancholy is just an occasional episode in my life. Just like the paper scraps flying by by accident, it is fleeting. But dear, remember to meditate in your heart: After all, tomorrow is another day! Like (prose editor: prose online) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Salt of Capriccio

There is a beautiful city in the soft and humid southwest, which is Zigong city, Sichuan province, the salt capital of China. As we all know, salt has been the lifeblood of the country’s economy since ancient times. Because the chemical composition of salt is sodium chloride, it is an indispensable substance to maintain the health of human beings. Only with salt can we human beings have enough physical strength. Moreover, salt can also balance the water and blood in our body. Dear friends, do you know how salt is made? Ah, what a trouble! The ancient technologies were backward, and they were all instruments such as iron, stone, wood and rope. When I saw those crude tools, I was very surprised. I think our ancestors made salt with this rough instrument. Really great! Too great! You know? Salt has almost sacred status in people’s hearts since ancient times. Some people say that love is salt, and no one can live without it. Dear baby, I would like to collect a cup of salt for you if the sky is falling down and returning to the wild years. The glittering and translucent one by one is my crazy and affectionate feeling, which infuses in the gentle seawater and turns into a fascinating world of mortals. Biting the passing years, holding up the sinking sunset. Filter out the seawater, dry and lonely, and cast the glory of pure white. You are like silver, like snow, like sugar, without a tiny bit of leisure. I am clear, pure and fresh, without any trace of turbidity. Under the Rainbow in the light, the agreement is pure and tender. My loyalty is written on the skin that can be blown and blown. Compress seawater and solidify particles. It seemed that the impetuousness was drained away, leaving a calm mind on the ground. It is so transparent and crystal hard, but when it comes to gentle or hot water, it will dissolve and turn into salty pearl tears. However, how many beauty of the world of mortals have been drowned and destroyed by the boundless ocean in the world of mortals? How many butterflies and peacocks have been killed? Force them to fly southward. Standing on the broken bridge for thousands of years, I would like to turn you into a grain of salt and melt in your infatuated gentleness. Walking in the prosperous world, I would like to turn you into a grain of salt, dissolved in your deep heart. Penetrating time and space, staring at the deep salt of ancient well, picking up the hardship and admiration of that place. In the illusion, I waved to you at the horizon. How many years have passed? How many stars have been deposited? How much hard sweat has it solidified? The dazzling glittering and clear writing of the vicissitudes of life. How many lines blown by the wind have been crushed? How many sharp points have been smoothed? Touching the shiny and smooth iron, stone and wood tools, one by one seemed to tell me the long-standing diligence and wisdom. Looking back and looking far away, a dull voice came from the end of the world. Look, those pairs of strong hands are forging the eternal glory. The magnificent pure white, holding your tears and sweat, walked through the four seasons and mountains and rivers. Through the wind and rain, through the towns and villages, until today. Please don’t forget that our blood contains the hopes and dreams of our ancestors. Salt, the soul of salt! Of life elf. On the hazy shore of clouds and mist, I became a grain of salt, salty and white, flowing gently in your blood …… in the cold winter, I played a deep song of salt for you. How about adding salt to our love? 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…

Quit you good

Fuzzy, maybe no one can really explain it to me. A story between him and her has no beginning and no ending, but people who can dance together remember deeply and sometimes think of the feeling, both good and bad, I didn’t remember that the ripples were swaying and losing the law. Everything was a relatively poor person, attracting others must be the so-called pride and getting everyone’s protection. However, forget the reluctance to be excluded, just like wine core sugar, the low degree of paralysis makes people very clear! Now some people don’t quit smoking, drinking or gambling, but they want to quit your good. They know that they think about you and topics about you every day. I know that you don’t think so much about me, if you want to carry forward your selfishness, but the gentleness without structure and Parry, I know that you are really good enough, and it is not a person who can enrich it without thinking about it, but I just feel more and more stupid and can’t hear your news, just like time always rises and falls, and I meet you casually. I find that my world completely removes you, between us, the more I describe it, the more common I feel. There is no attraction of the scene at that time to talk to myself. The whole world advises you that the expression is obviously well-known, but no one invites me to be passionate, but it can’t irrigate others’ hot hearts and stand out happiness. This is not a blessing, but a formality and nightmare. Now the budding young grass is just like us at the beginning, without care, really let it go through season after season. The four seasons we took, the one-year-old and the one-year-old who wanted to get rid of became logical. The original pink mood, I regard you as the guidance of my emotions. In fact, I have been trying to get more sentimental feelings for a long time. Do you want to avoid the rain? The wish of beige is actually simple now. It will also let people say what’s wrong with you? Until I can’t escape, maybe I should have known that I shouldn’t still write, direct and perform by myself, maybe I will recall this day in the future, and regard the picky of you as the reason I am familiar with now, no longer dull, pretending to go shopping unintentionally is not because of buying clothes and having to go shopping, which seems that the original intention is always a little erosive happiness. In fact, I am not wronged, what is more is a kind of lost calm, helpless is not a memorial to my old bridge at the beginning, the agreement of growing up together seriously on Tomb Sweeping Day, the breeze blows your halo bit by bit, if we are punished, we will not find your excellence clearly when we wait for the moment you will pass. If we don’t talk, we will just stand opposite. It seems that we don’t open our mouth for endless topics, there is no fairy tale to miss the sacrifice, but only the afterglow of petition, trembling heart, stumbling all the way! After all, I had no sound and no stem to swallow, but the beauty turned into gray. The fire burnt you and me, not a green apple. I could eat it when I put it aside, which had already rotted away, if you don’t try it because of sour taste, knowing the romance of Blue alum may send an apple that will never turn black, but that is just a sweet talk, not how scared you are, it’s just enough to adapt to the ups and downs of fireworks! Contentment, at that moment of giving up, I am no longer sighing because of that overhead imagination. I have followed that rhythm, catkin! If you love each other, needless to say, I know! Just stay together, I don’t have to put myself down for you. Maybe you are ordinary, but I am willing to care about it. If you are tired, I will give up. This is not without sincerity, it’s not great either. This is my silence. Listening to thunder and lightning, I suddenly felt strange. I always imagined that a familiar face would appear in this plot, in reality, I am willing to be an emotional person. In my words, I want to completely relax myself and be comfortable! 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…

I miss the hug next season

Say I want to hug you to the air, say I miss you to the hug. If I can return to the common origin, then I must hug you well. When I count to one hundred steps silently, my heart will tremble faintly, just like the vibration of the mobile phone in the dark, I feel the smell of wind blowing through my hair, and then there will be sunshine on my body, this is a balcony, a balcony burying silence and grounding. It is no different from other balconies, but the small shutter on the left makes me remember the summer of 2008, the wind on this balcony became the most pleasant touch of flexibility in my summer. Standing on this windowsill, I felt that all the pores were being opened. The sky is dark in a trance. All of a sudden, I was knocked down to the ground by a tall and thin daredevil. Later on …… unexpectedly, we didn’t make any noise, let alone shout abuse, instead, I looked at the other side calmly for a minute. The wind blew my hair. I got up from the ground and stumbled back to the dormitory. Spread the pen and paper, constantly sprinkling ink, describing a story with the smell of ice cream. It was at this time that the boy named Li Mo entered my words, and my words began to have stories at this moment. Students The life was still fixed in the calendar page by page, and the old clock was rotating endlessly. He and I were locked in the page number of time. In the summer of 2009, I was still looking at the sky on the balcony with shutters, but this time I was not only looking at the sky, but also missing someone, a rash guard who knocked me down, a boy named Li Mo. I was just thinking: Li Mo, if one day you can stand in front of me and continue this line in my life, I must hug you well, but this has always become your legend and my extravagant hope. Some things are gone, some things are gone, and it will never come back. The snail-like life is filled with sadness and boredom with inexplicable pain, and the summer in pain begins. When a group of lonely birds flew across the sky, the May here began to smell of summer. A little impetuous disturbance. Those restless factors strangled all the way back. From foam, you said we are each other’s lollipop with gum, just don’t can common taste, but have the same sweet if 09 years is a sad limit. Then 2010 is another interpretation of life. Your forever leaving is like an eternal breakpoint in my life, so stiff It is broken at the beginning of the story, and then there is no following forever, and it is even more impossible to have results. In fact, it is not the result of the result, but also the reality of the end. The reality has no result. Everyday I always get used to looking at the sky, those lonely birds and those lonely white clouds. I know you will look at me. Right? Because you are willing to let me alone. You also love my heart. Li Mo, when I wrote down your name thousands of times, I found that even your name was so sad. Leave foam, leave foam like foam. I feel the obvious degeneration, which is beyond my ability. Do you know? I’m so tired: really tired. One will feel tired and heartbroken if he sticks to the promise of two people. I remember that you said you would take me to see the sea before, and I also believed that you would take me to see the sea. So I have been looking forward to and waiting. Now I am going to fulfill the promise of regret for each other alone. Will I have a heart-to-heart relationship. You said that when drinking milk tea, you need different hands to grasp the temperature, and you also need two people to drink its romance, but now I can only see that it is gradually losing temperature in my hands. You said I can’t be so silent, but now I can only be silent. In the past, you always called me every morning when I opened my eyes, reminding me to remember to have breakfast and I couldn’t cook, You do do what you call funny everyday for me: the feast of love, my eyes are a little myopic, you always coax me to do eye exercises like a child, I don’t like sports, you will pull me to run on time every day. I like reading books. At that time, if you were not used to speaking, you would accompany me silently, get used to the habit that you shouldn’t get used to, and stick to the persistence that shouldn’t be persistent. We like it and get used to chatting. Every time we go online, we always send messages to each other in the first time and then go all over the world in darkness. We don’t say good night until dawn. Those white jade and Black who we have insomnia together, the cities and towns we talked about together are like a peerless painting. Even if the corner is missing, the price will not fall. But now, no matter how much information I send to the gloomy head portrait, it will not jump in the face. It can only remain silent forever. Finally, you and I escaped from the track which depends on each other and dispersed in that winter. The runway which once had two figures was blank. The heart is empty, and the whole person is empty. Maybe I am not so loyal to words, just because I regard them as the continuation of life. 09 years maybe no tears, because I met from foam 09 years destined to become I age in most fairy tale year man-made disasters and time really barrier too much, blocking you, blocking the I, blocking the two of us, leaving your face is like writing a very good Chapter One, which makes me obsessed and want to read it. I thought I am could read you all the time, but that can only become the everlasting extravagant hope in my wish. We have always been the shore of each other, but now I can’t reach it all the time. You cherish the purest. You have grown white clouds, faded the years, and deeply implanted into the gap of soul, whether beauty and sadness were left in the garden at that time. In the summer a year ago, we left. A year later, I missed here. After leaving tomorrow, we will not look back any more, hiding the forgotten past and the enduring future. It seems that losing is destined to be a certain thing. You don’t have to know. Some people will always meet. Remember to grasp the people around you who really care about yourself, pass happiness to the first person who thinks of it. The last of the last. I just want to say: I can only say: Li Mo, there is no fate in this life, I will wait for you in the next life… in the next season of spring, I must hug you well. 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…

Daughter brought tears to my eyes

My daughter is in the fifth grade of primary school, and the school has to arrange an open class every semester. Parents can learn about her daughter’s study all day in school. This is a teaching routine, and I don’t have much hope, out of caring for my children, I can listen to two or three classes every time. But last Wednesday’s open class was different. After the two Chinese math classes, the head teacher arranged a parent-child activity class: knowing how to be grateful, the two student representatives first recited the great lines to praise their parents, then the class teacher asked the students to give their parents gratitude cards to express their kindness to their parents. The children moved quickly, cutting, drawing and writing —- finally finished. The teacher in charge of the class showed the gratitude cards made by the children in multimedia. There was no doubt that the children’s passionate feelings were revealed, and the immature words were deeply touching. It was my daughter’s turn. The card was typed out and the teacher asked her to read it out. Her daughter looked at me silently. She blushed her eyes first and began to sob. Everyone present here was confused, what’s wrong with this child?. The teacher in charge read her daughter’s card. It turned out that her daughter drew a set of comic books, which described her mother’s life track for a day. The first picture: The car drove out of the residential area (Text Annotation: my mother sent me to school before going to work); The second picture: The car drove away from the primary school (Text Annotation: my mother took me home); picture 3: kitchen at home (text note: Mom is busy cooking); Picture 4: a desk and a desk lamp (text notes: my mother tutored me in my study). General note: This is my mother’s hard day. Mom, you are too hard. I must repay you when I grow up. After reading my daughter’s card, the gate of emotion flooded out. Tears couldn’t stop filling my eyes. A drop of tears slipped down my mouth and tasted sweet, astringent, bitter, salty —- I am always rational and strong, and I really want to find a place to escape, so as to cover the collapsed emotion. The birth of my daughter brought me great happiness. My child became everything to me, and I also became the shadow child slave of my child. Maybe from then on, I began to plan my daughter’s future, put your dreams on your daughter. I attended the best kindergarten, and also enrolled in interest classes such as dance, music, calligraphy and so on. I am looking forward to my child’s future and happy with his happiness. I enjoy this process,. But when I went to primary school, my scores began to control my soul. I thought I would accompany my children to walk the road built by exam results. I accompany my children every day, endorsement, dictation, SIGNATURE—–. My daughter’s grades should be good, as well as the top few in the class, moral education and physical education. But sometimes I should have passed the exam better, but I could have been better. Because I was not serious and didn’t examine the questions carefully, I made some mistakes. Every time my daughter holds an unsatisfactory test paper and asks me to sign it, I will be furious, taunt my daughter and even tear up the test paper. After many rounds of reincarnation, I become more and more numb, my daughter sometimes fights with me. Take the teacher’s words: The teacher said that I am good in all aspects, not just looking at scores. I have the most stars, and I am more presumptuous, no matter what I said to my child, I couldn’t listen to it. For several times, my daughter was scolded and cried loudly by me, but I was indifferent and indifferent, which made me extremely scared. The excessive expectation for children’s scores made me almost crazy, and the smile on my daughter’s face gradually disappeared. We began to fall apart. The night before the school’s open class, there was another war between my child and me. The vicious language stabbed the child, and even threatened the child not to attend the parent-teacher meeting the next day. The cry of my daughter made me angry, and sent out a request to beg you to go. Is my daughter’s silence in class a silent revolt against me or a awe-inspiring majesty? I don’t know. The greeting card made by my daughter made me ashamed. How can I face my innocent and pure daughter with naked soul and ugliness? How tiny I was at this time, how noble my child was, and only I could feel this kind of emotion. My daughter taught me a lesson, spreading God’s will like an angel, the most important thing in life is to care for each other, warm and happy, rather than dignified, reprimanding and sarcasm-a parent-child lesson makes me think for a long time. Fortunately, my daughter’s mind was not changed by my torture. She still knew how to be grateful and pursue progress. I should thank God. What I am ashamed of is that what I did once hurt my beloved child. She made me understand the true meaning of life. I should be more grateful to my child and the teacher who planned parent-child classes. Sadly, what tied us to the chariots of exams, from birth to college? What makes us pay too much attention to achievements and ignore children’s thoughts and ordinary happiness. Premier Wen said: a good university lies in its own unique soul, which is independent thinking and free expression. When can our education enable students, teachers and parents to express freely and think independently? We look forward to the persistence and innovation of many educators. Like (prose editor: prose online) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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Small sense of Winter (1)

In the early morning, a burst of birds’ chirping sound came from the hazy ears. With deep sleepiness, I turned over and looked out of the window. There was already some light outside, but it still looked dark. When I put on my clothes and walked out of the dormitory, I found that it was not bright yet. The sky looked gray, and there was a thin mist floating in the cold air. From a distance, the outline of the teaching building was still very blurred, while the Phoenix Mountain nearby had already hidden into the thick fog, I can’t see any trace. Maybe there was a light rain last night when the ground was wet and a lot of rain accumulated in low-lying places. There were several piles of unmelted snow scattered on the roadside. Half of the maple trees on both sides of the road were wet, and even the street lamp poles beside them were wet by the rain last night. There were several dim lights flashing sporadically in the residential buildings outside the campus, and the hazy light leaking out from the window was like the eyes of a sleepy person. The sky was still not very clear, and the surroundings were unusually quiet. It seemed that the whole world hadn’t woken up completely from last night’s deep sleep. There is a thin layer of fog on the falling snow Lake, which looks like smoke and cloud from a distance, making people feel the cold atmosphere in the winter and morning in the north. The willows by the lake have already reduced the graceful charm of summer, standing woodenly like old men with unkempt heads; The tall birch trees have also lost the mighty and magnificent charm of the past, he bowed his head and kept silent like rows of frustrated warriors. At this time, the lawn was no longer green, and most of the grass leaves were withered and yellow, which looked like a shabby carpet discarded at random, and the dry leaves falling on it, what’s more, this originally deserted picture adds a bit of sadness. Several gray sparrows were jumping back and forth on the bare branches with all leaves. The colors on their bodies echoed with the sky at this time, their agility seemed to give the dull atmosphere a little vitality, and it seemed to make it more deadly. Just as the saying goes, the paulownia willows reduce the green shade, while the Huilan sells the green mist. At this moment, it seems that everything in the world has fallen into the low ebb of their own destiny, and it seems that the gloomy and desolate have become the main melody. In the flower bed in front of the teaching building, all kinds of delicate flowers and plants have already become decaying, while the few sisal trees beside them still stand proudly. Although they also fade away the vitality of summer, even though they no longer have the strings of golden flowers, they still stand so firmly, revealing a sense of fortitude, unyielding spirit. The ancients said: I read things without permission. At this moment, I couldn’t help recalling the year when I returned to high school, the vast and large sisal flowers on the way to the test site at last. At that time, they were like a well-arranged farewell party, holding a string of bright flowers High, staring at groups of past students with smiles, wishing them could seize the rare opportunity, realize a major turning point in life like carp jumping a dragon. As the saying goes, things move with the environment. As time goes by, the pain of the cone that lost for the first time is no longer so clear and sensible; The painful and difficult time of rereading is already blurred, it faded a lot; Even the excitement of the three-day fierce battle had already lost the deep feeling, while the blooming sisal flower remained in the depth of my memory forever. The picture was so unforgettable. The passing of time not only didn’t make her decay, but also made her enduring. Although the air was still so cold at this time, there was a little warmth in my heart. Yes, perhaps only after experiencing the Thorns of Life in person can we truly understand the true meaning of smiling with tears. I don’t know when it will be much brighter. The light mist dispersed slowly, and the grass leaves were covered with glittering water drops. The cypress trees seemed as green as drops as if they had just been washed. The Phoenix Mountain in the distance was like a shy girl, who slowly faded the white veil and looked at the brand-new world outside curiously. A black magpie slided silently in front of my eyes. The dim light in the residential building went out, and a new day came quietly. 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. 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Night, Solo

It was midnight and I still had a lot of work at hand. After watching the program “if you are the one”, I enjoyed the silence of the night in the music foolishly. I like the spirit of the night, and the night can bring me the sense of security of my soul. Only in the dark night can I touch my inner feelings of happiness and sorrow. There is no need to hide crying and laughing. At this time, I can’t see whether the moon outside the house is gentle or not. It must be like water, quietly comforting the exhaustion and noise of the day. Lovers look at each other silently in the moonlight, adding a *** beauty. The beautiful moonlight will soften all the pain, and the long hair will slide down the dream through the fingers. Flowers will fade, love will not lose weight. I just want to leave some space for love to dance alone. After turning back gracefully, it is a lifetime. Time is clear, the dance of love, did you hurt my feet? Or my eyes are not soft enough? The lights on the stage went out, crying in the darkness, but no tears. No, we can’t see each other’s eyes. Is there tears? There was a man who wrote poems in the program. He came for the rational Xie Jia, but he did not fulfill his wish. The reason was that Xie Jia turned off his light before, so he respected her and didn’t want to embarrass her. I thought: If Xie Jia said he would, he might not hold her hand. He needed her lamp to keep on for him until the end, so that he could accept the lovely girl with ease. Xie Jia finally said: I can’t accept those who give up me halfway. In fact, what showed Xie Jia had his position in his heart was that he retreated by himself. He is a very personal person, and he needs to be valued. In the pursuit of love, apart from mutual love, some of us are born with the ability to love others, while others enjoy being loved. Maybe he prefers the latter, at least he needs a girl who pays much attention to him. Otherwise, why didn’t he fight for his favorite girl? He wrote a Tibetan poem specially to Xie Jia, which I think is very clever. He only came for Xie Jia. He knew that only she could understand him. Poetry can’t bring these girls the mansion they want, although he looks very literati and refined. The life like poetry is just a legend, which is high and low. Sometimes it is not that they don’t understand poetry, but that they are too lazy to pay attention to these. It is hard to find a bosom friend. Finding the tacit understanding in the soul is the extension of life. In Expectations. This program presents all kinds of humanity, restraint and flashy, rationality and sensibility. Everyone has an ideal lover standard in his heart, and everyone has his own understanding of life and life. Some people pursue material, while others pay attention to spirit. If we find love, we just need to feel. If we look for marriage, we must learn to be mentally mature. Love is not an impulse, and marriage is not as easy and simple as falling in love at first sight. Love is not easy to meet, marriage is more difficult to operate, need to be careful. Luxury houses cannot guarantee the happiness of marriage. The happiness of marriage is love, and there is still too much tolerance in it, so that it can last forever. It is said that a man who loves a woman does not worry about having a wife, which means that the love a woman wants is very simple. Those girls who like materials just demand a higher level. They also want to love her men, but sometimes such good things are really extravagant. Marriage needs material basis, but material is not proportional to happiness. We are looking for a partner in the soul, which has nothing to do with material. The key is whether we can walk into each other’s deep hearts, collide and burn. Young doesn’t mean knowing love, but not mature enough and not good at managing love. People say they can’t make a decision when they cry because they are too impulsive. Therefore, it is easy to make mistakes when you are young, and the cost is often a lifetime. You can play love, not slack off marriage. Late at night, I dance alone. 20104 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”. 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lian yu whisper

The vines climbing all the way were hung in the whole corner of the courtyard wall. The tall and upright trees, of course, were graceful, but it was hard to escape from the ridicule of the people on the road to his winter. What a beautiful tree, but in the winter days, it was not the same loneliness. The leaves withered, the withered branches became bald, and the old trunk was gradually mottled, this is the courtyard path that needs to be repeated every day. The morning sun rises and falls, and the hot sun of Noon passes by instantly. The red and bright sun in the sunset reveals a little sorrow and sorrow of parting. The slow music, always accompanied by a little bit of water, also brought the Lotus’s whisper, gently telling. What a beautiful music, she is so light and graceful, just like the snow fluttering freely in the sky. This is a pure music named Lotus whisper her string is a kind of gentle rhythm, just like the warm wind in the spring sun, and also like a small chrysanthemum in the mountains, with a faint and elegant fragrance scattered, it is rich and profound. There are always a few bunches of flowers and green leaves in front of the round stone table, which accompany the Lotus Lotus reflecting in the Chi Pan and bloom quietly, accompanied by the elegant fragrance. 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…