Quiet moon night, accompanied by ink fragrance

When the sun converges its last speed of light, the quiet and beautiful moonlight night comes as promised, everything seems very quiet and detailed! And I especially like to be quiet. When I am alone, I like to make a cup of coffee, hold a book, or close my eyes to listen to the music, so that every beautiful melody can pass through the earmuffs, let me enjoy a moment of peace. Or, in front of the silent screen, quietly knock some unhappy words, delighted in the world of words, I am the princess, I am the Queen, and I am my own master! The night seems to be the poison of loneliness. When the night is still, I am surrounded by sadness arbitrarily. Sadness arises spontaneously! Then, calm down and write a few simple lines to release some messy feelings between the lines. Words are the antidote to your loneliness. Let your fingers swim in the middle of the keyboard and knock out the whispers of your heart. At night, you will never be poisoned by sadness, so you won’t feel lonely! I regard words as a home of mood. In this home, everything in life is stored. Occasionally, I walked at home, strolled around, and then looked through those feelings that I once wrote down, indulged in the joy of memory alone. Collect some scattered feelings and put them in a corner of the room, waiting for good memories. Over and over again, I recall the past all the way! Some people say: people who like words are a little sad. And I said: most sad people like words. I don’t know whether it is right or wrong? At least I think people will regard words as a kind of sustenance of their mood! So do I. When there is no place to release troubles and no one listens, I will release my mood in the words. When my heart is hollowed out, I will feel relaxed, free and happy! I like to record every bit of my life with words. Sad or happy. On this road, only words go together. Scenery on the road: beautiful and ordinary; Memory of life: sad and happy. Only text know! On the distant road, what is scattered in the scenery is a kind of mood. Sometimes I feel tired. I find a quiet place habitually, record everything that happened with words habitually, and then save them somewhere in my brain, making this moment eternal. On the road of life, I hurried on, but I didn’t forget the scenery I passed by and the mood drifting with the wind! Many of my stories are written in the first person. I am not used to writing stories in the third person, because I can’t walk into their world. Only by devoting my passion can my laughter and tears, sadness and joy flow into my words so vividly. Although I have never written anything satisfying myself, I still hope that in the vast sea of internet, there will be someone who can read my words, just like reading me. I have been writing all the time, but none of the words can express my emotion, expectation and pain. Therefore, I feel very depressed! I always sigh in my heart, why can’t I write beautiful words? Why can’t I write a story that can warm my soul? I give all my emotions to the characters in my story! I am just looking for some lost dreams between the lines. I know that words do not represent anything, but I still look forward to those messy words in my heart and get a short look from readers, that will also make me feel the warmth of being understood! I like words, which are as important to me as air. I am used to sitting alone with lights at night because of my character. I prefer the glittering and translucent visual effect, with a warm atmosphere, and appreciate the long, short, clear and spirited words swaying in the article. I will even follow some words intently and dance in the article, floating leisurely. Their tranquil charm, their bright and smooth elegant demeanour can make me smile and enjoy it uncontrollably! I am a person who likes writing and writes attentively. Every heart song, every square word and even every punctuation mark represent me. As for those feelings hidden in the words, let me recall them warmly and let those who can’t understand appreciate them silently. This feeling is a mysterious and hard to describe, like songs and tea! Love words, love writing, perhaps because only words can record all the joys, sorrows, love, hate, love and hatred. All the past, present and future can be recalled, described and longed by words. The words can be not gorgeous, not wonderful, not profound, and not wonderful, but they are still precious because of the injection of personal true feelings. I always stubbornly believe that true words will have a power to understand people’s hearts, which is easy to resonate with everyone, win friendship, respect, support, applause and applause for myself! However, many times, quiet down, write some text, not romantic, not love, in this creation course of text in, not will float dry 1.1 point step-down and replace it with Ning and, with the tranquil mood, I became more and more fond of words and typing the keyboard. Words also gradually became an integral part of my life, which was all the records and witnesses of my life journey! In my spare time, I started to cultivate my mind silently in the words. I like to listen to the sound of fingers passing through the keyboard and tapping, which seems to be the sound of nature to me, so sweet, crisp, sweet and lingering. Although it seems too melodramatic and far-fetched to describe it as the sound of nature and lingering sound, I really love this pure and monotonous voice! No matter what kind of words are, there will always be admirable shining points, with the light of human nature and the breath of life, let us absorb the essence, remove the false and preserve the truth in the long and short life course, enrich our life and highlight our life. In the days to come, I will still stick to my hobbies and write down the details about life, my feelings about life and my love for life with a clumsy pen! As always, I like to record the plain and ups and downs in my life with words. After several times, I can still feel the sweet and warm atmosphere when I read it quietly in the quiet and good time. There are neither flowery ink nor exquisite vocabulary, but there are too many true feelings in the deep and shallow words, which make the words full of human feelings and rich life atmosphere! 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Be a cruel mother once

These days, Zhu he didn’t send her to kindergarten because he caught a cold. He had been following me for a long time and felt attached to me. He was crying these two days and didn’t want to go to kindergarten. This morning, the first sentence I just woke up was: Mom, I am not in kindergarten. I will play with you at home. Well, my child, my mother will have a good time with you today. I was busy dressing her while coaxing her. After getting dressed, she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. She followed me tightly and said: Mom, don’t go to kindergarten. Mom, hug me. I said: good boy, mom really won’t send you to kindergarten. I will accompany you out shopping and eating later, OK? Seeing that I said so seriously, she believed it. After washing, she went to eat. She ate an egg into her belly very obediently, and then ate a small bowl of noodles into her belly. If this is put aside at ordinary times, I have to persuade and urge me to eat it. Today, she must be afraid that I will send her to kindergarten, so she shows herself well. After dinner, she said: Mom, we won’t go out today, just play at home and watch the computer. I knew that she had thoughts in her little heart. She must be afraid that her mother would cheat her and cheat her out. Then she sent her to the kindergarten. I said: Well, let’s go out and buy a lollipop and come back, OK? I put on a coat for her, but she cried. She knew that she had to go to kindergarten when she wore a coat every day. Today, maybe my mother also wanted to send her to the kindergarten. Although my mother kept saying that she would not send her, she was still not at ease, just watching me crying. He also said: Mom, go to Jiale supermarket to buy lollipop. This kid! I quite understand what she meant. Jiale Supermarket is in the east, kindergarten is in the West, and there is also a hundred million supermarket in the West, where people usually shop there, but what she has been emphasizing today is not going to the West supermarket, but to the east supermarket, because the kindergarten is not in the east, I probably won’t send her. When she came downstairs, she cried again. Mom, she didn’t go to kindergarten. She bought a lollipop and came back. Well, I agreed, and went to Jiajia as she wanted, bought her a lollipop, then turned back and went to the direction of their kindergarten. She began to cry louder: mom, don’t go to kindergarten. I said: We don’t go to kindergarten, we go to buy vegetables, OK? However, when I passed the restaurant, I didn’t go in, so she could shout in her throat: Mom, buy vegetables! Buy food! I coaxed her and walked straight to the kindergarten. She began to cry: Mom! Mom! Not kindergarten! I will play with you! Hearing the cry, the teacher came out. I passed Zhu He to her, but saw her tightly embracing me and not giving up. I was so cruel that I pushed her away. The teacher picked up Zhu He and strode towards the classroom. My little Zhu he had already cried at the top of his voice: Mom! Don’t go to kindergarten, mom, hug! One hand pointed at my direction. The hoarse cry made my heart soft and shed tears. I am a ruthless person, but this time, I have to be a ruthless mother! She has to leave me sooner or later. I have to teach her how to grow up. I think of the Eagle. In order to let the little eagle learn to fly, mother eagle often pushes them down the cliff cruelly. Many timid Eagles become tragic victims of flying. However, for those little hawks who have endured hardships and soared in the sky, while mother eagle was cruel, she also built the blue sky of their lives. My daughter’s tearful cry was still in my ear, but I seemed not to hear it. I turned around and left. My child, forgive you, a cruel mother. 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…

No sleep tonight

At midnight in Dubai time, I stood on the balcony overlooking the deep night outside the window. The fishing boats moored on the Arabian Gulf were lit, and the neon lights of the tall buildings and buildings in Akiman were still flashing. Sleepless Tonight, I went back to the notebook pen computer, tapping the keyboard with both hands, flying words, smoking cigarettes in my mouth, smoking cigarettes one by one continuously, trying to paralyze my soul with nicotine, I fell into inexplicable thoughts, that kind of confusing feeling. Thoughts fly in my mind, and vague memories gradually become vivid. The long time is accompanied by a few sorrow, and a few happiness is silently reincarnated. The vast sea of people is rolling in the world of mortals. Who can tell clearly how many missed and gathered together? The past of joys and sorrows has gone with the passing of time. Age dream Hugh, empty smoke flow. Life is like a cup of strong coffee tasting its bitterness and savoring its sweetness and mellow. Give the day, so we have to endure the night. To give warmth, we have to endure the cold. To give happiness, you have to endure pain. After enduring it, it should be harvest. Most of the time, people can’t choose the life they want, but they can choose their attitude towards life and accept the challenges of life with a quiet, tolerant, confident, simple and strong heart. Sleepless Tonight, with thoughts flying. Dash sorrow? Dash insignificant? The memory once made my lonely heart lonely for many years. With the loss of time, the scars have been very weak. When I was about to forget everything, I still remembered everything in my memory. You had stopped in the deepest part of my heart, and I was alone in the lonely night. Distant how are you? Is there a little warmth in your heart at this time? Will you think of me tonight? Even if it is just like a flash of thought that a meteor falls across the sky, my yearning for you is getting stronger and stronger. Buddha said: only 500 times of looking back in the past can we exchange for a passing shoulder in this life, and only thousands of times of looking back can we exchange for a meeting in this life. The encounter between you and me in this life is the fate of the previous life? Tonight, let me miss you for the rest of my life. Sleepless Tonight, continuous lovesickness what kind of love is this? Is it ethereal in the boundless forest? Or flow in the long river of time? You and I have never met each other, but we encourage each other so seriously. You warm my emotions with sincere love, and you care for my fragile heart with beautiful gentleness. You are the waiting person for my past and present reincarnation. I have already felt that my future life journey will be full of warmth and love, and my life will also be bathed in spring breeze and pleasant rain. There is a kind of attachment in the world, a kind of fettering in the world, and a kind of love in the world, which makes people pursue for life without regret, that is fate. At this time, I was quietly enjoying the indifference and calmness in my life with the soft music “Sleepless Tonight”. I let the vanity of the world of mortals disappear temporarily in the lonely night, and put the fragments of my thoughts in a peaceful heart, the relief of mood and the collection of emotion make the writing full of fresh and tender feelings. Sleepless Tonight, I watch the night alone and taste loneliness, on the edge of dreams 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…