Who is waiting for the lost love

Outside the window, the night is like water. The night is still so beautiful and quiet. Supporting broken thoughts. The distance far away from thousands of mountains and rivers is the distance that I cannot surmount in my dream. Looking back on the days when words were given, it turned out that when things were changing, what people could never forget in the world of mortals was feelings. Text: Li Luoshu saw your signature: More than five hundred days, like dust gathered by the wind, blew away with another gust of wind. Guess you should still be in the capital. The saxophone echoed around my ears at midnight. Beautiful pathos. There are always some times when my thoughts wander quietly in the flood of time and get drunk. In front of the past which is like a dream, I follow the deep and shallow steps of the season as always, in the intermittent thinking, pick up your little feelings that have been washed by the years and always think that you are the kind of ruthless person. You can never look back with wandering dreams in your wandering heart, I don’t care whether I miss those ordinary people who once stepped alone at this moment suddenly lifted a sentimental spring breeze in this remote place. I was drunk alone without familiar catkin, and slept alone without snuggling up to each other, clear taste, bitter rose and Phoenix Tree Sound broken Acacia long with Haggard this Spring Willow no wool forever happy moon like Hook, cool wind like water, clear and bright infinite. The lonely light is off, the journey pillow dreams are broken, who can see the loneliness. The night dew was crooked, the leaves were strong, and the Darkness fell down with the wind. Endless Night, endless road of the world, it is nowhere to find again. The past is very serious, the Labor and Labor are limited, and it is difficult to let the saddle go. There are thousands of volumes in the chest and thousands of words in the pen, which makes my mind confused. I am so excited that I feel a lot of sorrow. For a long time, when you are free, why not watch quietly. Departure exercised Judah look away clouds downs not envy mandarin duck Liufang jian luo awake Hongru shuijiu partial cold surprised he yan once. Never found. With one day. Different City under. Two people nothing. But it is so similar. In the unintentional conversation and contact. I was surprised by each other’s tacit understanding. You said: maybe in the previous life. We is concentric circles. I smiled. I said: maybe. The former world is more appropriate for two semicircles. You silent. Sometimes talk to momentum. Why do you feel sorry for getting to know each other late. You and him. They are all the people I miss, but there is a world of difference between them. You. Read my slightly sad words carefully. He can’t. Never. You. I was also moved by my words. But he won’t. Never been more. Me. He listened carefully to the songs he liked. Try hard to learn him to play fun games. Even if I don’t like it. You. I have listened carefully to the songs I like to listen. Try to learn from me to write sad words. Even if you don’t like it. You said. Because we are all willing to pay for love. You ask me: till now. What did he pay for you. I tried to remember. But I really can’t come out. But you are not as persistent as me. We preferences roughly. Character roughly. Corrupt but rational. Domineering but quiet. I like the beauty of despair in corruption. I also like the beauty of quietness, peace and elegance. I feel it. I have such temperament more or less. You said you also liked such a woman. I knowing smile. We all love banderay’s piano music so much. You said. We so ease. One can be a nun. One can become a monk. You said. We are so alike. So whether we should meet. You rationality. But smile flower. My shy. But smile with tears. It suddenly occurred to me that I had read a passage: give up what I used to be persistent. Because I have seen it thoroughly. I always thought I had seen him thoroughly. It is to see through the love and hate in this world of mortals. So I wanted to let go suddenly. But now, I can’t see clearly. The emotion that has been entangled. I thought this kind of things like abandoned missing would never come again. But now it comes to knock. I overwhelmed. Opinion. I am destined to drift in this world of mortals. The state of the heart is like water. It is beyond my reach. Or. The wound was not thorough enough. But now seeing such a scene, I still feel scared. I always pride. I am glad that I am so comfortable. No matter world battle by. But there is no mentality of seclusion. You are proud and domineering. Justice. Chivalrous passion. I can clearly see your character on both sides. I am on you. It seems that I really see my own shadow. Even sometimes infirmity. Helpless. So same. I can’t help but imagine. Preexistence. How are we involved. I thought. Maybe it’s true as you said: Fate is coming, and you can’t stop it. I can become a coquettish woman. It can also be replaced by a delicate and pitiful woman. Better bad. Total mood. Play acted freely. Never denied. At the beginning, I was told that I was not so fickle. My character. No one can grope. Maybe you can. Because you will see through me. I want to say: I was once suffering for his loss of myself. I don’t want you to be the same as me in the future. But you said: What happened to me must also happen to you. Because we are so alike. I am speechless, but I am just trying not to allow it. Now opinion. Love. Are making themselves 1.1 point of lost self. At the beginning, my premonition had this worry. I began to feel guilty. I don’t want you to experience the pain like mine in the future. Just love. It will not go step by step as you and I expected. We cannot predict the future. Even if you are willing to work hard. I am willing to wait for love. The result is still a mystery. And US. I will hesitate in this mystery. Love for You. Just like the ink dripping on the rice paper. Slowly rendering spread. Mute. After a heart-wrenching experience. I feel more at ease with the indifference of the long stream of water. I always remember this sentence: There is no unhurt love. Love. Just like never being hurt. Singing. Just like no one listens. I think I will have the courage to continue to love. Just like never being hurt. When you come here as an appointment, make a pot of missing tea for you by yourself. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. 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Live like a fruit tree

Is it easy for people who like words to feel sentimental? I can’t remember since when I became so lonely. I just want to stay away from the crowd and stay alone. When a person starts to refuse noise and crowd, then everything seems inappropriate and incompatible. Keep a habit of writing all the time, turning the mood into words, for decades like a day, then page by page, lost in the wind. One day I suddenly found that the memory of thirty years, a long journey, suddenly became blank. I was like a frustrated person, trying my best to search for those long past hidden deep in my heart, everything is gone, youth and youth, as well as those dreams of wind, flowers, snow and moon. I have grown into a middle-aged fruit tree without worry or fear. I have been used to wind, snow and rain, as well as wind and sun. Whether it is beautiful flowers or fruits, I face it calmly. This is the fate of a tree. Even though the branches of life bear the most green fruit, the tree is still a tree, which grows gradually. Young fruit trees accelerate the pace of growth, and finally produce fragrant flowers, while what farmers are eager for is results, hopes and gains. Middle-aged trees should have the most vigorous vitality, blooming bright flowers and producing rich and sweet fruits. Then, I hope that like a middle-aged fruit tree, I can enjoy the most beautiful blooming and the most desirable and sweet fruit for myself and my life. Until one day the branches withered and turned into firewood, which was put into the stove and burned with the last warmth. Life is like a tree, so is life. When did those words used to write mood and self-comfort begin to contact with others? That’s just my secret and happiness. I don’t know who told me that you should write it online, share it with everyone, and get recognition. Is this necessary? I only write it to myself. I said. If you can’t get the recognition of readers, what does it mean if you write alone? I admit that these words touched me. Therefore, I tried to put the words I wrote online. Thanks to prose online, which gave me a platform for self-presentation. Thanks to Ke Er, who gave me the opportunity to render my mood and story as much as possible. Thanks to those teachers and friends who came to my space, let me share the happy mood with you happily in the text. May you all be like the fruit tree with beautiful flowers, and give readers the most sweet fruit on the stage of prose online, in the season of vigorous youth, each show fragrance. I said to myself: take root in the land under your feet, make a little progress every day, and you will grow unconsciously. In this life, I only wish to live quietly and silently like a fruit tree. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Nonsense

I am addicted to playing mahjong and writing articles. This is what the idiot saw in a book written by teacher Jia Pingwa. Crazy people believe in this. Standing on the tail of thirty years old, I look forward to it and sigh with emotion. Rain er shi nian, pronto, years eroded memory, vicissitudes face. The world has changed too fast and too much. The only constant thing is the crazy dream. Those who are crazy about good books not only love reading, but also write essays and poems occasionally to kill boring time. It’s just a pastime. The idiot doesn’t feel how tired life is, instead, he lives leisurely and at ease. But one day, she had a whimsy that she wanted to move the words she wrote to the internet. It was terrible. The Idiot was extremely busy. It took four months from last October, I have sorted out about 100,000 words in my writing. At the beginning, the idiot was not used to writing to the computer. Every time he wrote a draft of more than ten pages, he typed it word by word. The idiot typed slowly, but he was afraid of making mistakes, so he typed and read one sentence after another, usually I can read a sentence for more than ten times, and it takes several hours to type more than 1,000 words. I have been busy for half a month. At the tip of my friend, I have to be free to look at the glasses. The self in the glasses describes the dry Artemisia, just like climbing out of the grave. Unexpectedly, the most painstaking job in the world was not to work on the construction site, but to write. My shoulder began to hurt, and my fingers became swollen by knocking on the keyboard, because I had to go to work to make a living during the day. I gradually felt that my body was out of strength, but the effect was not very good. At night, I began to want to read and write again, and the bed became a desk for the idiot. The idiot lay on the bed, surrounded by schoolbags. As for whether he wanted to read or type, he could do whatever he wanted. The advantage was that he was not as tired as before, the disadvantage is that it is too convenient to sleep. I don’t know when to fall asleep and when to dawn. The alarm clock has become a decoration, which always makes people in dreams unable to wake up. Fortunately, they are free and have no control, late no one deducting money, days will can. One day, an idiot saw a netizen reprinted an article on prose online in QQ space. He followed the path and found a piece of grass where friends and poets could play their best. An idiot logged on with QQ, go to enjoy beautiful articles when you are free. The next day, I saw someone leave a message in the space: publish an article, let’s enjoy the richness and variety of life in the text. Crazy people appreciate these friends who have never met before, and move them to keep a pure heart after their hard life. This is the habitat of spirit. The idiot tried to send two small articles, the editor was very serious, the layout was segmented, and the short editors were together. After being encouraged and writing, some literary friends will come and leave comments. Soon, the idiot signed the contract. When I came to prose online, the crazy people found that there was a lot of talents here, which was by no means a false statement. There were still people who were more crazy than her, but she was a little dull than others. Only a few of these people are professional creations, and most of them have to write while working. Society and life can bring people more inspiration, therefore, Touching words flow in their writings, and idiots have met many friends, communicated in words and made progress in plain. Crazy people find that they have little talent and learning, which is simply a fool. What’s more surprising is that Mr. Sun, who is over 70 years old, still keeps writing in his later years, and several literary friends who are physically disabled and ambitious, have made remarkable achievements, apart from admiring and admiring, crazy people told themselves to learn from them well. These people are flags and lighthouses. They use their actions to show the brilliance of life. On the long way of life, because of efforts and unyielding, all competitions have changed. Crazy people went to the bookstore to buy books, picked up a book named “poetry rhythm” by Mr. Wang Li, and took a small book named “Chinese New rhyme” (fourteen rhyme) by teacher Zhao Jingzhan, “Bai Xiang CI pu” is in my hand. It seems that I can see it. Forget it. I will buy these two books after reading them. I have to borrow the books and can’t read them. What the ancients said is, I haven’t read the ancient books such as “Four Books and Five Classics”, “Jing Huayuan” and “general translation of Analects of Confucius” that I bought several years ago, so I put them on the shelf, saying: Gu will have a different view. Alas. “Poetry rhythm” became a hypnotic. After taking it for a while, I fell asleep. When I woke up, I thought that “Bai Xiang CI pu” was still waiting in the bookstore, so I hated myself. It was too disappointing. Who knew that I finished reading it in a few days, after searching through the memory, I can only remember one sentence, first learn poetry, then learn words. I have no impression of anything else, and I don’t understand it. I also found out a Dream of Red Mansions and found the chapter of Xiangling learning poems to see how sister Lin taught Xiangling and read one hundred five-character laws of Wang Mojie. I carefully figured out and understood them thoroughly, then read 100 or 200 Old du seven word law, Times read Li Qinglian seven words quatrains 100 or 200 first, belly first the these three as foundation, and then Tao Yuanming, Ying Yang, xie, Ruan, Geng, Bao and so on read a summary, but they still read too little. The idiot dreamed at night, and unexpectedly he was taking the exam, talking about taking the Chinese exam, but sending it to take the physics exam. After that, the duck egg was settled. He woke up in a hurry and realized that he had left school for more than 20 years, it was just an idiot dreaming. At this time, he was totally sleepy and began to write on the computer. Suddenly I remembered the TV series “Xi’an tiger family”. The old three tigers of the Tiger family once worked in the literary federation. They had a dream of writing all day long and won the literature prize in their dreams. They held the trophy high and spoke on the stage, cao Xueqin is dead, Tolstoy is dead, Marquez is dead, Shakespeare is dead, now, I, I Tiger someone is still alive, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. 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