Do Cool Woman

I never liked the prosperity of spring and the publicity of summer. In the cycle of four seasons, I was stubborn in the vastness of autumn and the indifference of winter. I never liked the warmth of Red and The flaunt of yellow. In the colorful red, I prefer the simplicity of White and the coolness of blue. I never liked the noise of being full of friends and the crowded fashion trend. In the changes of the world, I chose a slight smile. I live in a cold color, and my time flows in repeated cycles, silence and no wind; My story becomes the past in the uproar of personnel, lonely and speechless. Looking back on the 18-year-old age, I have never seen the brilliance of youth. I like the delicate white and quiet Blue, a white T-shirt without decoration and a light blue jeans, which constitute the color of my youth. I like quiet days, and there will be less wonderful stories in the years. A book, a glass of water and a piece of music form the main melody of my youth. Time flies away with dreams. It is not the vicissitudes. Many people, many things, and many changes are enough to make people sigh. The tranquil blue no longer belongs to me. I never like carving, simple white and black, plain and straight hair, hanging a natural, with a little local incense, even if it is integrated into thousands of people, it will not be lost, or only three or five people, it will not be conspicuous. The long river of life is not always fragrant grass and setting sun. It is hard to avoid meeting the wind and waves on the rocks. It is used to Bearing sorrow and happiness alone: put yourself into a piece of gentle music, which is either sentimental or affectionate, but it must be as clean as the autumn sky, as clear as the lake water in spring, making my heart calm and bright with the music; Empty myself, sink into a mood essay, forget yourself in the words, it is either scenery or lyric, but it must be clear and beautiful; When it is integrated into a Ups and Downs story, it is either sad or joyful, but it must be warm and touching. Therefore, my sadness is no longer lonely, my loneliness is no longer lonely, and my loneliness is no longer lonely. In the coldness, there was no publicity, no pouring out, no noise. I was alone, quiet and quiet. With the fleeting years, I saw the fragrance getting farther and farther. Because of the good feelings, I have a lot of feelings in my heart. Accustomed to the expression of silence, I chose words. Tap with ten fingers, let your mood flow at your fingertips, knock out your sorrow and happiness, and give those who can understand, walk with them, between the lines, not far or near, silently accompany. Don’t want to wake up someone’s heart with words, because that kind of acquaintance is short and easy to die. If he doesn’t care about your sorrow and happiness, even if he gets occasional warmth, he will only get longer coldness; don’t want to use words to let anyone see yourself. If he has never been optimistic, even if he is touched by a few words, it is difficult for him to remember you in a long time. I am still young, and I don’t want to make myself too vicissitudes. While my brain is still full and my fingers are still flexible, I want to do something that belongs to me and only belongs to me, for myself and for my heart. If possible, I want to draw a beautiful arc for myself and tell myself that I have been to this world. While the waist is still straight, the legs and feet are also convenient. I want to wear my favorite clothes and go to places I like, such as the south of the Yangtze River like glass. I am so ordinary, and I don’t want to make myself full of fireworks. Sometimes I talk with friends about topics belonging to women. There are not many people, so don’t be enthusiastic. Two people, gentle whisper enough, friend must be the most intimate one. Sometimes I would wash the cups over and over again, seeing those beautiful glasses become crystal clear in my palm, and my heart would have a happy feeling. Not fierce, but must give the heart full of bright sunshine. There are too many colors, too many people and too many things in the world. We forget ourselves and only remember the world. Maybe we are always thinking, maybe we are always choosing, maybe we are busy, and our life is colorful. However, when we are old, looking back on the years, we may regret to find that we have lived, but not for ourselves. We live in the secular world, in the preferences of others, and in the confusion. Take the long love for a lifetime, make yourself calm for a lifetime, compose a melody of life, choose a color, and tune a sketch of yourself. The clarity between eyebrows is like the autumn sky, reflecting the quietness of the Heart Lake. Tell yourself that this is the only thing I can’t copy in the world. Being a cold woman is not a self-admiring person or a scumbag, but the only one in the world.

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