Shallow sing

Every word comes from heart, every bit comes from feeling. The woman who was not sad or unhappy under the umbrella was singing some and no words and literary feelings… prose online watching the rain hitting the umbrella drop by drop, there is no sound, maybe I can’t hear it, anyway, it is very quiet. Turning over my own manuscripts and criticizing those sad and happy, soft papers seemed to have gone through several lives with me and carved many messy marks, which were not sharp, shallow… looking at pages of paper filled with words, dense words, big and small. These words have written down my passing years and smeared my youth past. More importantly, they have witnessed how much love I have for words and how persistent I am for dreams. When I put my hand out of the umbrella, I obviously felt the gentleness of the rain, the feeling I once had. It was when I first entered the big family of prose online. At that time, the prose online was like a harmonious Palace with beautiful characters in my eyes. When my essays were displayed on the home page, I smelt the smell of happiness and found the feeling of happiness. I don’t know anything and have no concept. Maybe I just don’t want my space to be so empty. I moved the mouse, and my sight shifted. Suddenly I saw a familiar word, Ke Er, signing a contract, prose… looking at the numbers left beside me, I always felt that she was a very good girl, she told me: we should publish ten articles first. I was delighted and agreed. The first article was displayed on the homepage. I was so happy that I seemed crazy. I was busy taking screenshots, sharing websites and telling my good friends that I thought it was because of the beautiful words, be recognized! I left a circle on the web page and clicked some other words that I was interested in. By accident, I saw a few more online recommendation words of prose on it, and my whole body suddenly got cold, once again, she played that quiet avatar and told me that the quality of the recommended article should be very good! Unexpectedly, I couldn’t understand it, and felt a little disappointed in my heart. I asked myself, is it the same as sending articles in space? I continued to post a few articles for those who were unwilling to fall behind. Finally, one of them was recommended. While I was happy, some poems were returned. I was a little happy and sad, but it still needs screenshots as memories and share the website with my friends. This time, I was very happy to pop up the avatar that never had a rest. I told her how happy I was when I was recommended, but she didn’t return to me. Maybe she was busy, in the evening, I asked her what kind of article would be pushed? She seemed to understand my mind, so she said: I have read your article, maybe it is because of insufficient moral. I heard that she read my article. Although the loss of the poem being retired still exists, I am not sad, but also more courageous! At this end of the world, I giggled at this end of the screen. I said to her: I will work harder, come on! Really, only one day later, I wrote a few articles, but those two articles were very tired, not as good as the previous ones, I don’t have the great pleasure after writing. Maybe I don’t know when, writing is no longer as simple as my entertainment. It took me a day to write several articles, which were just waiting to be published by the computer. I really want to know if I will be recommended if I send them out? When I opened the website, I imagined that suddenly the website couldn’t enter. The icon told me that the server was being repaired. Looking at her reply, I quite understand that this is a very busy and huge job. Let’s wait. Waiting, anxious but calm, I found that waiting was so long, one day passed, waiting days were so long but so short. Finally, the message said that I could go in. I seemed to click the bookmark with galloping pace, and finally got in. I entered the user name to log in, but the message was that the user did not exist, I disturbed the quiet avatar again. She told me that the information of this week was lost and asked me to register again! Looking at the words that could have been ignored on the computer, although I was very sad, thinking about the happiness and happiness I once got in this family, and looking at the head portrait of the woman who had never had a rest again, they should also be very depressed. They work day and night. Although I am very sad, compared with them, I am nothing here. I smiled and replied that I understand you, I can come again! It’s so easy to say,… but is it OK? I put down my umbrella and looked up at the blue sky,… since when, words are no longer my entertainment? Although I can come again, everything has changed, just like a piece of paper wiped by an eraser. What you seem to have not changed has already changed. The world of words makes me care so much bit by bit. There are many beautiful scenery in life, but some people can’t see them. I think, write them down with words, read it out with sincerity to those who can’t see it. But, is it OK? There is also the head portrait that has never rested. I seem to be a little negative of your enthusiasm and patience. Looking at the falling rain from the fingers, one or two drops… dripped on my heart, wet my dream. The same dream as Keer, I used the way of shallow singing to pay tribute to the pain of the past, the same dream as Keer, I buried the happiness that I had been through by shallow singing! Singing lightly, singing lightly before and near

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