Release Yourself

There was an occasional heavy rain in March, which was pattering. Just passing by, I smelled the smell of sunshine. The falling of the rain just washed out the dirt in the air and fell into the dust. On the wet Street, vehicles slid over, wheels ran over, splashed water, splashed trousers of passers-by, and painted a watercolor painting out of thin air, giving me a pleasant scenery. Suddenly surprised, the shackles in my heart seemed to have gradually disappeared. Waiting for the sunshine to extend my hands, let me throw myself into its arms. Will the rainbow in the sky appear again? I strafed with relieved eyes to pursue the brilliance of that moment. Standing in the wind, allow to absorb the freshness after the rain, and discharge all the depression out of the chest. There are still residual dewdrops left on the branches and leaves wet by the rain. One drop or two drops drop down, lifting the ripples of accumulated water on the ground. No one will doubt the existence of natural phenomena and logical scenes, and no one will pay attention to its beauty. Only I, in the afternoon after the rain, quietly watched the ripples in the circle, rippling in my heart. The breeze blew away the smoke from the mouth, making it disappear in front of us like a phantom in an instant. The shadow of the tree was swaying with the breeze, and the branches and leaves waved in the air, stretching to the sky, looking forward to the Sunshine passing through the clouds with me and sprinkling its gentleness. Putting down the heavy burden in my heart, I felt my shoulders relaxed a lot. Let the dense atmosphere after the rain stir up the dusty memory, but there is only a slight concern. As time goes by, I can’t keep any figure or voice, but I can’t keep unforgettable memories. Those chatters and smiles as bright as sunshine were once burdens in my heart, tangled into a net. Accidentally broke into a cage without door lock, like a imprisoned bird, unable to find its own Sky. Unfolded his wings and waved them casually, but he found that the wings were broken. Although how to use them, they still hit the wall everywhere and were always trapped in the cage. Helplessly, I had to look at the green grass outside the cage, through the iron window, which seemed so close but so far away. Open your heart and want to shout, only empty valley echo, but can’t hear the small call in your heart. When trying to pry open the iron window, only his wings hurt and his weak legs hurt, but he could only make himself tired by circling in the cage. Finally, I found that the door was always there, and that shackle was handcuffed by myself. Today, looking at the floating sky, I only feel the vast sky, and the sorrow in my chest is cleared away. It seemed that I could hear the breath of fragrance in the green leaves after the rain, as if I saw the joy of the flowers being watered by the rain. Don’t want to be imprisoned by you any more, prisoners who make love. If you destroy it, you can release yourself. I would rather tear up all the diaries, but only leave your blessings, rippling under every night sky. Don’t give me your blessing, I can’t afford it, don’t say that we are friends, I have lost myself. No longer expect anything, no longer expect anything. The vast sky has my surging ideal, and the vast ocean has my own bumpy journey. However, I have words to accompany me. In that pool of ink fragrance, I can feel the unrestrained youth in the forest, the stream playing the natural melody, the wind whispering, the rain singing, and the rhythm of butterfly breaking out of the cocoon. Today, I stood at the exit of the cage. Looking back, I saw how many traces of struggle and fallen feathers left in the cage. I was alone for a while, silent. A drop of moving tears flickered at the corner of my eyes, and I would never let it slide down. I want to wave my wings and run towards the sunshine; I want to release myself and look for the long-lost Sky. The confusion in the cage once built a pair of iron wings for me. Under the crazy dance, the sound of vibration shocked the dust all over the ground and disturbed the world of mortals. I set off a gust of wind surge in my own Sky. I know that I have become stronger and braver. History will not repeat itself. What replays is the plot of the story, but it is not human and material. But you and me are just a past. Now, flowers bloom silently, leaves fall speechless. In the subtle wind, I seem to hear your distressed call, expecting me to face life calmly. I know that occasionally you will think of me in a hurry, even if it is just a passing concern today, I am still well. Today, I chose to release my 2012.03.25

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