Suddenly remembered

The distance that can be touched by eyes is still a vast expanse of white. Winter comes quietly like this. No matter looking far away or close at hand, it is always the same color, in the natural brushwork, the winter in the North is always the same as before, and its cool tone will not be changed. I can’t remember how many days I didn’t write, and I can’t even remember who the people who used to be warm in the Internet for a moment. With a smile, who will become the passers-by in life, or in reality, whether in the virtual world, live like a play. People who act and watch the play are all busy in the play. Every day in the noise of young children, they seem to have the feeling of adapting and getting used to it, but when all these noises are gone, what I want most is still a person. I don’t need to be with anyone, let alone words. I am the only one in my world. More and more hearts converge into the frozen world in the bottom of my heart. Under the rolling of the annual rings, there will be no change any more. It is not warm, painful or itchy, and it has reached a degree of numbness, I have been living day by day for more than a year at home in small towns and counties. I think this year seems to be the darkest in my life, my beloved grandma slept in the early spring when the ice and snow hadn’t melted, and she didn’t wake up any more. My Love was also different at the end of the spring! I have endured some so-called things that I should endure, and I have also painstakingly touched the most weak inch in my heart. In the days when I am entangled in my heart, in the ups and downs of trifles, on the way to make a living and work hard, tired! I really want to give up, and give up what I don’t like, but I just can’t, lamenting, the individual of life will always have too many cuts with other things, and the reason is still chaotic! More and more yearning for the life of Zen, such as going to the temple with friends in summer, quiet, quiet, no tearing of you and me, no big sorrow and joy, return to the most primitive state of people, what kind of beauty should it be! In the Buddha’s voice, everything can be relieved, and then it will return to peace. From then on, there will be no distracting thoughts in the heart. I wanted to complain that no one called me in the bed that day. At this time, I sat next to each other and said freely between my eyebrows. Fortunately, when I wanted to pour out, someone could understand it without my words. What is entangled in the heart is the knot! How could that cup of glass bear the alternative sadness? When I was in middle age, I suddenly found that there were fewer and fewer people to talk to. If it wasn’t for this mood, I could turn it into words occasionally, maybe I will become a silent person. When I no longer believe in one person, the world begins to be blurred in front of my eyes. The oath is mixed with gaffes, and lies are exposed in the deception! Who’s tears drown out who’s past, who will be obsessed with chanting the love of the Earth and the Earth in the days, laughing to the death, an idiot-like person.. The snores of that man always sounded timely. I was really tired of such a scene for many years. There was no quarrel, no clamor, but there was a battlefield in my heart, and I was defeated like a clown, losing everything, leaving only a face as funny as a mask. In a gloomy place, when the water passes, who will you say goodbye? If so, I can’t be decadent at last. If it is better to be relieved, after all, I still have to walk. After all, I can still walk. After a journey of mountains and rivers, the sun rises and falls again, and everything goes round and round. Thank you for writing. When I feel that I have nothing, my hands can be lighter than the keyboard. Thank you for writing, my forever friend! On such a cold winter night, accompany me to sing a long-lost song. You know you know, you know people are sinister, you know love is like water clouds, you know a heart is a world. Then please, please lead me, don’t let me lose myself. I always stare at myself in the dark night. In the dark, there are childhood years, love at that time, treacherous faces, deep and cold deep valleys. There are too many and too many in a person’s world, it seems that I can’t breathe. Some days later, I can have a rest, leave here temporarily, and see my daughter every day. Waiting lies in the moment when words are the companion. Even if you love, it is only for your daughter!

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