Natural fairy

I will continue to stay with this city in another way 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. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Days with kites ([folk art] solicitation)

Childhood experiences perhaps just to in my heart buried 1.1 drops of memory, happiness or, sadness or, in the future memories slowly, repeated chewing. The original memory can also be rumored. At that time, every spring, Grandpa would paste a kite by himself and take me to fly a kite in the wheat field in early spring. Now I can’t remember the color and shape of the kite. I only remember that there are only Grandpa and me in the broad wheat field, and only my kite in the vast sky, it seems that the vision that kites can reach is my world. I feel that my attachment to the Earth is like the yearning of kites for the Sky, which is the longing for spring and the pursuit of all beauty. So whenever I mention spring, I always think of the two men flying kites in the cyan wheat field. I stubbornly believe that the day when there are kites is spring. After growing up, those happy days faded away from my own hands. Sometimes I was not at home for the whole spring, and I could not see my grandfather, nor the kite he had painted by himself. I only occasionally pay attention to Grandpa’s increasingly stooped body and the paper and bamboo strips used to paste kites on the wardrobe covered by time, and then I think of the days when there were kites by accident. I began to hate the kite. I only wanted to break away from it and could only see the distant sky, but I didn’t notice that the person holding its thread standing behind the Earth was still looking at it., Hate it for taking away my childhood, and smoking Grandpa’s remaining life a little bit. I no longer yearned for spring, was no longer excited to see the cyan wheat fields, and did not deliberately recall the days when there were kites. I even liked the lonely autumn and quiet winter, but I didn’t like the spring that stole the time. Once I went out for a walk and saw a broken kite with a broken thread, so I picked it up conveniently. A boy of six or seven years old came to me in the distance, and said to me softly: Big Brother, this kite belongs to me. But it is so broken, can it still fly? Can! How do you know? Because it is a kite! Because it was a kite, I was shocked by this strange little brother’s answer. It seemed that I remembered something again. Because it is a kite, it can yearn for the sky, spring, freedom, life and all the beautiful things. Even if it breaks, even if it breaks, even if it loses everything, it will not lose its original dream. It turned out that spring was always beautiful, but I forgot to appreciate it and deliberately escaped. I will accompany grandpa in my spare time, paste a kite in Grandpa’s smiling eyes, and then accompany grandpa to fly kites in the cyan wheat field. Just like when I was a child, Grandpa took me to fly kites. I will slowly pick up my love for kites, my yearning for spring and my pursuit for all good things. In fact, spring is not just bright flowers, gorgeous rainbows and colorful dreams. He is more of a belief, a persistence, a natural smile after experiencing hardships and vicissitudes, A kind of desire and dream that will not be lost even if the land falls on the ground. A kind of quiet and good growth. Because spring is not the only spring in a year, and every spring goes through the cruel autumn and winter. As for people, there will not only be spring, but also more setbacks and trials. Spring always comes after these annoying things. I still think stubbornly like my childhood that the day with kites is spring. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

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 Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Of the love Capitoline

The place where I live is located on the watershed of Jianghuai River, looking north to the hinterland of Central Plains, looking south to Jianghan Plain, which is located in the junction of the West of Dabie Mountain and the east of Tongbai Mountain. The mountains here are not high, but a little steep; The mountains here are not very magnificent, but also undulating. The mountains are winding and stretching, stretching east to west, stretching south to north. If you stand on the peak of a high mountain and look far away, you will see mountains of all sizes, high and low. Those mountains are either towering into the clouds, or winding and stretching. The mountain is connected with water, the water is next to the mountain, the ravines and valleys are dense and intermingled; The trees are overgrown and the green bamboos are widely distributed; The mountain roads are curved and ups and downs. Although there is no famous mountain scenery or strange scenery here, its scenery is also very eye-catching. In addition, it is also common for me to live in the mountains since I was young, or to walk alone or together, to walk and play in the mountains, and to experience the charm of the mountains. In fact, the small town I live in is also located at the foot of the mountain. That mountain is called horse village, which is named after the shape of a mountain like a leaping horse. Standing on the Pingfan of the small town, you can also see two big mountains: one is Laojun Mountain, and the other is Xianju top. Laojun Mountain is located at the junction of Hong’an, Dawu and Xin County. It is the first mountain in Hong’an. It is said that this mountain is the place where Taishang Laojun refined elixir, and the folk call the peak Laojun furnace. The top of Xianju is far away from Laojun Mountain and faces each other across the fan. Although it is not as high as Laojun Mountain, it is also said to be the place where Taoism left pearls in the South China Sea because of its abrupt and handsome peak and towering into the clouds, xue Gang in Tang Dynasty was famous for its training place. Others are like Tiantai Mountain, Triangle Mountain, Daxing village, ringing village, yangtianwo, footbath basin, xiaolaojun Mountain, Huangyang village, and further away there are Donggao Mountain, Xishan Mountain, sanclaw Mountain, Wuyue Mountain, Dajian mountain, xiaojian Mountain and so on are not far from the place where I live, and I often climb the peak to overlook. Another reason; The mountains here were once the main activity areas of the red 25th Army, the red 28th Army and the county Party committee of the eastern and northern Hubei province and the center of Luoli Jingguang. These mountains spread all over the footprints of the Red Army, many epic revolutionary stories were left. Only Laojunshan slept in Shen Zemin, the secretary of Hubei, Henan and Anhui Provincial Party Committee, Gui Buchan, the party representative of Hongyi division detachment and many other martyrs of the Red Army. Xu Xiangqian, Wu Huanxian, Gao Jingting, He Yaobang and so on had. Although the mountain is not a famous one, it is famous for its unique geographical location and special historical background. It remains in the annals of history and gives it magical connotation. I often go to the mountains for a walk. It is a great pleasure in my life to watch the mountain, find the scenery, find birds, listen to the sound of springs, pick the treasures of mountains and choose the fruits of mountains. Get up early in the morning, prepare enough dry food, take necessary daily necessities, move step by step to the deep of the mountain along the winding mountain road, and the more you enter the deep of the mountain, the more curved the road is, the narrower the cliff is, the more dangerous and steep it is. Sometimes there is no road at all, and you can walk by yourself. It makes you feel breathless and sweaty, and it is also fun. In the dense forest, look at the wild peach blossom in full bloom on the mountain, and feel the breath of spring; Look at the green bamboo forest, and taste the vitality of nature; The towering rocks, the rising cliffs, understand the ingenuity of nature’s uncanny skills; Watch the mountain spring falls, listen to the pleasant mountain sounds, follow the rhythm of nature, and appreciate the harmonious and quiet beauty of nature. The danger is amazing, and I am interested in it. In some places, the scenery is beautiful, simple and extremely beautiful, but few people know it, but no one gets involved in it. I went deep into it alone and felt a little afraid/worried in my heart, but the awe and surprise I felt after watching the scenery were always greater than the fear in my heart, and I still had endless aftertaste, fun infinite. Entering the mountain, you can’t avoid climbing the road. Climbing the road requires endurance and endurance. Don’t walk too fast or too slow. Stop and go, stop and go. The goal moves forward step by step. Keep your head forward, no matter how far the destination is, you should be determined and persistent. When reaching the top of the mountain, the excitement of transcending oneself arises spontaneously. When going down the mountain, I trotted all the way, feeling relaxed and happy. This is the joy of the winner. Only those who have experienced risks and paid sweat can experience the value of this pleasure. If you go deep into the valley, deep in the dense forest, deep in the forest, silent, don’t be too confused, don’t be too anxious, see the direction you should go, look for the direction of the road, or go up along the stream, or walk along the slope, while listening to the sound of birds, while exploring the path, I will always get to the source of the road. Although the process of finding the way was hard, the scene was wonderful with mountains and springs as companions and birds as interdependent. Exploring alone in the mountains is actually full of dangers. The steep slopes and roads on the mountain are slippery, and there are dangerous situations everywhere; There are thorns in the forest, which are also dangerous; The high cliffs and roads are steep, and once you slip a little, you will be worried about your life. Once when I was climbing, I attached a branch with my hand and it broke, so I slipped a long distance; Another time I was bounced by a branch and hurt my eyes, it took more than a week to recover. Go to the mountains, see the scenery, get close to the nature, and feel the beauty and magic of the nature. Your life will have more fun, enjoyment and aftertaste. Mountain has become a part of my life. I love it and like to go deep into it. While appreciating the natural scenery, I also form a tacit understanding and resonance with the nature. 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. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…