Boil the words to keep warm and nourish your heart with the words

The rainy weather is on stage every day. Unlike the previous days, it was slow and had no desire to sue. The crackling raindrops, the merciless pocket head hit down, mixed with cold cold wind, aggressively indicating that in the air, the chilly cold air passed, take away all the heating from the bottom of my heart. Text: I always like writing, and remember the joy and anxiety in my heart when I first opened the space. From then on, Joy has its own garden, which is cultivated and sown freely. The joy and sadness in the heart will eventually have a place to rest. But I am afraid that the traces left by my rough and plain writing will not look like it. At the beginning, I was timid to write, and the words were plain and crude, which often made the tip of the pen stagnate. Sometimes, I racked my brains and exhausted my mind, and there was still a blank in front of me. In the leisure days. The emptiness and loneliness in my heart, I am afraid that the words I write down will also bring cold coldness. I know very well that half of the empty heart can no longer be filled, so let it be empty. Because, how much I miss, how far away you are. Dream don’t know who is off. Never had such a dream. After waking up, I still remember it so clearly and completely. In the dream, I vaguely remembered that when you came, you were still gentle and deep, embracing me tightly. Tears couldn’t help filling your clothes and wiping them out. I woke up crying like this, sitting alone, feeling sad for a long time. Because, this person, I can’t remember what he looks like. Gently ask, is there really such a person in my life? The wind outside the window roared, and no one answered me. I use the earthly red dust and fireworks to influence my peaceful sun and moon. The day is tranquil and peaceful, like the quiet lake water, without any waves. This is all right. There is no more heartbreaking pain and no more unforgettable missing. The torn wound should be cured. If you don’t touch it, you won’t feel anything. At this moment, I slept and smiled, in order to finally get rid of the prison of love. It is best not to see, it is best not to read, one more step to wipe shoulders, because, deep love, shallow fate. Rolling in the world of mortals, we experience encounters one after another, show warmth one after another, and strive for brightness one after another. People talk about people, things talk about things, and things come and go. We already know that what belongs to ourselves is a good time. Even if we have mixed feelings of sorrow and happiness, we will cherish it. Even if you leave, you must remember each other’s good. In such a cold day, when you have nothing to do, boil some dessert, warm and dry heart and lungs. Always like dessert. Every night, it may be crystal sugar pear water, or tremella, lotus seed, Medlar soup. The fire slowly boiled, watching the fire kiss the pot, the warmth rose slowly from the heart. Spoonful of sweet soup slips down from the throat, and the sweet soup moistens the heart instantly. I accidentally saw the eight elegance of life mentioned by the ancients: piano, chess, book, painting, poetry, wine, flowers and tea, but I was not proficient in them, so I couldn’t help being ashamed. It was really a waste of being a descendant of the Chinese people. Looking at the ancient costume drama, the fun of the ancient women’s boudoir also had black and white chess, which aroused a strong interest in Go. I always feel that black and white reflect too much wisdom of life between lifting and falling. In one corner of the Huawu, in front of the floor screen, several women sat calmly in one place, with a little smile on their faces, raising their wrists and playing chess, focusing on their minds without any distractions. The chess pieces of a beautiful woman did not fall down for a long time. When they fell down, their eyes must be like Autumn Mountains and autumn waters. They were so decisive that when it was their turn to lovesickness, there was no place to say, and a trace of expression appeared between their, just like the thousands of troops on the battlefield, the chess player on the opposite side must have a trembling heart and turned to the enemy in an instant. I took the time to find a children’s go score. I was afraid that it was too profound to understand, so I had to look at it from the simplest point of view, and I could still enjoy it. It is a kind of leisure after floating flowers and waves. After suffering, it is gentle and calm. I remember someone said that people who like words are lonely. In fact, it is not the words that make us lonely, but the loneliness and inner loss and desolation that we place in the words. Thank you for those unexpected beautiful encounters in the space, those women who love words, and the chapters and chapters are a silent agreement. Pour out and dialogue, always between one thought. Warm and touching, but always Twining. Between us, we have a deep and gentle melody, a hard-to-see sorrow and beauty, and we know each other and feel the same. I read it as if I was wandering in the clouds, the sunshine was shining and the warmth was boundless. I think, when you are here, it must be warm and abundant. Let’s boil the words together to keep warm, nourish our hearts with the words, hold the fleeting time at the tip of our fingers, and spend it slowly.

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