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Nowadays, I am a girl who looks so ordinary that you will forget it once you see it. In this city where people are all around at a glance, you can’t find any reason for yourself to remember her. She is not an attractive girl. Men usually like people who are weaker than themselves. They prefer women who know how to compromise. She may not be beautiful enough, there is no need for deep knowledge, but she must be a gentle and lovely person. This person can Act coquettish in front of him and make any demands willfully. On the contrary, most men hope and persistently enjoy the pride and vanity brought by a woman. I am not a lovely person. I am stubborn, unruly and persistent. I don’t know whether it is time to lower my head. I know very well that people who have been with me will feel very stressful, it is a tense atmosphere, and what we need is that two people can bring a pleasant spiritual enjoyment to each other. If a person himself is depressed and quiet, then she can find a person who is willing and capable to be a bosom friend. It is a delusion that life is not evenly distributed, so I will not have any luxury imagination, no matter it is a friend, a lover, family affection, friendship, I think as long as it is something that needs emotion to manage, I have not enough energy to invest. I don’t know when I lose it, I lost it when I knew it. I know I am a nostalgic person, I like it very much and it is easy to recall, because there is something painful there, there are old things that make people know it will be very sad to open, but they still can’t help touching. Because of the pain, we have experienced it, and we are often said to be emotional people,, this so-called emotional person loses the ability of emotion and perception. I still often try to recall our past, my past, when we were together, I remember that you were really naughty, naive, and really a child, you play tricks on teachers together, fight with each other, organize small gangs and fight with each other and think you are great. You can be proud of yourself for a whole day, even if you are punished one by one by teachers and write the most troublesome review, you didn’t care at all. At that time, I didn’t understand why you didn’t care at all. How could you do it as if it had nothing to do with yourself no matter what happened? I couldn’t understand it and admired it, I like your freedom and don’t want to be constrained at all. Even if you are beaten in front of the whole class, you can still make faces behind your back and Whisper. You won’t feel humiliated or sad all day long, your smiling face is the most precious happiness I know now, It turned out that what I experienced in the age when I suffered great pain was youth. At that time, I stubbornly thought that I was a person without a good time of youth, I think at that age, we had all the things that we should be proud of and moved. We insisted on the different feelings that everyone insisted on. Everyone seemed to be looming, I don’t know what I want, but I just pay all my own Price to explore and try in the drifting years. We don’t know what we have on Earth, I don’t know what adults say is important. In fact, we have nothing, so we are so brave to do whatever good or bad things we can think of, right or wrong, maybe, if you didn’t have so many concerns at the beginning, as brave as your naughty deskmate who didn’t learn, and didn’t care at all, you wouldn’t miss it now, because we still have unfinished wishes, there are also bad things that have not been done and stories that have not ended. So, now, what about me. Many times I was thinking about my classmates, teachers, the PE classes we had together, the grocery store at the door, and many people walked out of the garage with bicycles after school, I remember that I was the happiest when I was out of school every Friday night. I would not laugh when I was happy, because I saw groups of boys and girls around me laughing and chatting loudly. At this time, no one would reprimand these innocent children, because they would feel happy if they didn’t have to hurry to do their homework at home this night. In my memory, there was no wind on Friday afternoon, and everything seemed so quiet, it seems that even time wants to leave this moment to each of us. The Sun on the west side of the road has the most beautiful color of the day. Under the deep red in the evening, there are boys riding bicycles with their hands off the target, it is the boys who show off in front of the girls, the boys who are very natural and unrestrained every day, I enjoy quietly, under the setting sun, there are you, there are me, the annual rings of time walk in our limited succession with smiles, but we don’t know the happiest one in childhood. In fact, we have very precious things, there, in the past place, we can see the smiling faces of all people, those who love me, those who love me, those who chase us, those who dare not express themselves, Those who wish silently, we are all here and never leave. Today, somehow, on a whim, I found the name of a former friend on the internet. It turned out to be that person. I never thought of trying to remember your appearance again, I didn’t think about how to expose our long-standing indifference until I saw your photo. I thought that person was quite like you. Then, I was sure that there was still Sassoon, the person with round big face is really you. Now you seem to be more feminine, or that I can be sure it is you. It has been a long time, and I thought I would not recognize you, it is impossible to look at each other’s eyes face to face. In fact, looking at you who are familiar and uncertain on the computer, there is no fluctuation in your heart, no tension, no excitement, no touch. Seeing you now, at that time, my thoughts didn’t come back to the time when we were together. Our time together seemed to be frozen, Dusty in places that I can’t touch, I read your words, the journal you reprinted, your school, your classmates, and gradually recognized in my long-expected thoughts, gradually, I was sure that I didn’t want to have any more involvement with you, so I cleared away the involvement without premeditated, no nostalgia, no attachment, therefore, I am still not lucky for you any more. It seems that we are really not people in the same world. We have different identities, not people from the same angle. I didn’t enter before, so I didn’t have enough reason to deny it until at an unexpected moment, we understood the identities held by each other, and then we wouldn’t disturb anyone and turned back quietly, continue to look for the marks printed by yourself. He, a friend from childhood to adulthood, his father and my father are classmates, so he and I are classmates, and they are proud people who want to show themselves all the time, just like his father, for a long time, his pride couldn’t leave him. Even though, from childhood to adulthood, no one admitted that this seemingly arrogant pride became taller and became a big boy and mature, the elder had a clear beard. After watching the Spring Festival Gala in their school, he seemed to find the dignity he could show. He sang on the stage and still loved to show and grab the camera, the unchanged pride and pride made me laugh casually as before. I could feel the moment when my mouth twitched. Now, he seems to be doing well and he is originally an optimist, boys like him who are not proud of themselves are always people who can adapt to the new environment quickly and show themselves in the best state. Therefore, no one will worry that people like him will live a bad life. I believe you, believe you, and see it. I really can’t have no emotion in my heart. I can’t still think that I don’t know like yesterday, don’t understand. Each of us has our own identity. In the past, present, and future, we thought we knew everything and had nothing. We had the most precious thing, only when we are gone and left, that happy or sad time will become history when you miss it, and become the silent past in our mouth, it turns out that we have grown up. When a person feels that it is still the best time to be a child, he is already close to getting old. He can relieve many things that we once cared about and calmly face accidents every day, we are no longer in the original place. We can’t stay in the same place all the time. We will leave at any time. Perhaps, it depends on when we start to feel sad. Tonight, walking on the road with Nocturne on campus, I asked myself, If I die tomorrow, how will you spend the remaining few hours. If I would leave tomorrow, I would still study at night, learn Japanese, fetch water, stretch my arms and legs to lose weight, brush my teeth and type on the Internet as usual tonight, maybe you will find a movie you want to watch or a long TV series you have seen before, and then have a good sleep. Not a bit different from. I asked myself, if you still have one week, what would you do. If I die seven days later, I won’t be reluctant to buy a set meal of four yuan and two vegetarian dishes for lunch. I must eat what I want to eat every day, let me feel satisfied with the filling of food every day, enjoy the pure taste, and then continue my life quietly. If you still have one month? Hesitation, short hesitation, but I still don’t want to deceive myself. I want to go back to that place, look, listen to familiar dialects, look at familiar or unfamiliar people, and know that it is a kind feeling, go to the place where she works and lives, find her, She won’t recognize me. She can only feel it with a short period of time when she goes to all the places she says she will go to in the future, such as prairie, Watertown and living, I will spend all the living expenses I have saved, and I will not wander lonely at night in Shanghai where I first met in winter, without any shelter. What I imagined in my heart was to find classmates and friends when I was young, just like everyone who had friends and past, to get together, to talk about the past, to talk about the present, to talk about everything we can think of, to be imagined, wish, or disappointment or nostalgia, go to primary school, never forget, the day I graduated from primary school said in my heart, I will definitely come back to see you, teachers, classmates, and memories, go to junior high school, through every familiar window painted with green paint, when listening to the voice of students reciting texts, teachers must scold them, otherwise, Just like the incomplete map of China, when you look at the blue sky, the sound of the wind, the clouds full of reverie in each place, your heart will be soft, find someone, it must be you who used to be. Let’s go to the small shop with all our happy memories, buy a lot of food, a bicycle, you are in front of me, on the road, we are presumptuous, proud, free, they are happy children. Allow you, miss home, miss the dishes she cooked, miss the big bed with koala pattern, classmates, neighbors, trees, stones on the road ,, too many, almost all of my past, it’s all me now. 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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Message in eyes (2)– Mount Emei

Mount Emei Mountain this is an excellent season. At the beginning of November, Mount Emei was full of poetry. The sunshine was just right, never too warm or too cold, and even the wind was gentle. When I just arrived at Mount Emei, I remembered the past impression of Mount Emei in my heart. I saw many newly built houses along the way for nearly ten years. Under Emei Mountain, it is no longer a trace of early years. Beautiful hotels, giant Buddha’s courtyard, Cultural Square, Commercial Street and so on make people feel a strong tourist atmosphere. In the past, we went to Mount Emei in summer. It was the first time to go to Mount Emei in this season. I think there must be many autumn colors waiting in the mountain. On the day when I went up the mountain, the misty mist was like a dream. Walking in the mountain, I felt that the mountain was still sleeping, for fear that the sound of footsteps woke up the mountain. For a moment, I wanted to bring my dream into the embrace of the mountain and coexist with it. I couldn’t cut the mood in my heart. The Bluestone Road extended upward to the mountain. The life of a mountain is abundant. From the ancient and distant years, standing on the fresh earth and reading the world. Every mountain has its particularity and unique scenery. The legendary story can only be found with eyes. Everyone says that the sky is good, and the gods and fairies are quiet. Walking in Emei Mountain, I don’t want to fly to the sky. The purpose of my coming is to enjoy its unique unity of heaven and earth and its harmony between human beings and Immortals, enjoy the unique soul of Emei. Although we walked into the Magic, magnificence, magnificence and elegance of the mountain, we couldn’t walk into the abundance, philosophy, sensitivity and wealth of the mountain. Perhaps, if you look at the scenery of Mount Emei, you will forget a lot of troubles. One mountain and one love, because of hurry, because of distance, and the mountain, there is a boundary that can never be reached, and the beauty that can never be read. Just think, in this way, there will be an excuse for the next time. I still remember the Emei mountain that I have read before. The dawn begins to show, and the morning light is gorgeous, like brocade and color. Due to the weather when going up the mountain, there is no chance for the Sun. Therefore, it is impossible to appreciate the brilliance of the sun penetrating through the clouds, and it is impossible to feel the morning fog disappearing in the sunshine. Mountains and US are always a world without noise and dust, a world without tacky and indifference. If there were no peddlers along the way, Emei Mountain would only be fresh, ethereal and pure. If we say the trees of Mount Emei, I can forget the Buddha statues in the Temple of Mount Emei, nor can I forget the trees on Mount Emei. There are too many rare trees in Emei Mountain, let alone thousands of years of tree species. Trees render the green affection of Mount Emei and support the indomitable soul of Mount Emei. Trees tell the days accompanying Mount Emei. Only the mountains know the vicissitudes of life. The endless joy accompanying the struggle with the sky and the Earth, as well as the tearing with the fierce wind and rain show the shocking heaviness and beauty of the world. For several times, I wanted to touch those thick tree bodies and feel the long time of coexistence with the mountain. After years of wind and rain, maybe I will touch a fragment left behind and store it in the text. And I, only through the wind and dust of years, look at each other from afar. Is it just for the sincere guard that the thousand-year persistence gives everyone who approaches it? Thousands of years ago, it might still be a seedling less than two meters high, or even smaller. What created the wildness that could pass through snow and snow and mountain torrents? Thousands of years of changes could not stand down. It was this kind of exercise that refined the unyielding temperament of Emei Mountain trees, made the Emei mountain trees more luxuriant and resolute, and spurred a broader mind and broadened more seeds. The water of Mount Emei flows into a stream, at the foot of Mount Emei. You are Emei landscape, from the ground, from heaven, from ancient times, stretching your rugged and moistening your loneliness. The murmuring flowing spring and flashing spray played the heart song of Emei Mountain, singing Acacia with affectionate notes; Listening to the whispers falling on the Moss Road between the mountains, it was so slim and beautiful. It is you who make the splendid mountains and rivers full of tenderness. Although I can’t understand your pure language, I can hear your original singing clearly, just like the sound of nature. Holding the Emei Mountain Spring and washing away the wind and dust all the way, although the water is too quiet and cold, it is also a lifetime blessing to meet such a beautiful Emei landscape. The smell of mountains is floating in the water. Listening to the sound of water, I feel that the mountains are just waking up and waiting for us. I always thought that only water could reach into the heart of the Earth and go to the call from afar. Streams break through the siege of mountains, crush the void of empty valleys, and choose their own path. What is contained in their hearts is only the distance of dreams. However, we can’t reach the state of a drop of water. At most, we can only hold the coolness of water, wash the dust carried by our hands and wash the tiredness on our faces. Water flows among the peaks, bypassing the cliffs. Some, flying straight down, while some, winding and stretching leisurely. Looking at the clear stream as a mirror, the stones under the water are clearly visible, and the deepest one is only one to two meters, but I dare not measure how many meters of excellence in one’s life. Let the heart flow down along the stream, with ripples around the world, and sweep away the fatigue in the secular world. The air is filled with wonderful notes. The Heart is on the clear water, without wandering, only with passion like poetry and song. Think of facing the sea, spring blossoms. Haizi was only half right. Here, there are also spring flowers, when you face the fresh, quiet, broad and modest mountain; When you face the clear stream; When you stand with thousands of peaks and trees, all marvel at the magic and beauty that nature has given us. I had the honor to appreciate the light rain on Mount Emei. The drizzle, as if with a cool Zen, drifted on the body, making people suddenly feel hazy and mysterious. Rain, like the fresh soul of Emei Mountain, wants to wash the dusty heart in the rain. Seeing that the rain is boundless in the mountain, freely connected with the mountain, the clear infatuation has no regrets. The monkey in Emei Mountain may not like it all the time because of its agility. I am was a little afraid of monkeys. It was my first time to go to Mount Emei, but I just looked far away from the monkeys. That’s because there were monkeys in the mining area where I lived when I was young, although I haven’t seen them before. The mountain behind my first house in the mining area is called Monkey Mountain. As long as it gets dark, parents are afraid of us going out to play, so they often scare us with monkeys, saying that monkeys can carry children. When I went to Mount Emei for the second time, I had to accompany my child because he liked it. There are food bought for monkeys along the way. I dare not buy it for fear that monkeys will catch me when they take food from me. At that time, all the monkeys squatted on the roadside, while the big monkeys squatted as tall as people, but their bodies were much larger than people. I am passed by the monkey with fear and fear, and dared not stay with the monkey for a long time. When passing by a big monkey, the big monkey suddenly raised his hand and slapped me on the leg. Because I was not prepared at all, I was scared to shout loudly. Soon the manager came over, blocked the monkeys and said to me angrily that I shouldn’t shout, which would attract more monkeys to besiege. This time I went to Mount Emei again and got in close contact with monkeys. Although I was still a little scared, I had an experience after all. This monkey viewing is also different from the previous one. In the past, monkeys squatted on the roadside. This time, a special monkey area was built in the middle of the mountain. Some facilities were added to monkeys. When walking into the monkey area, I felt a little scared inevitably. I always thought whether the monkey’s claws would stretch over and suddenly grabbed you. The monkey’s claws and nails were very long, and a scratch was a blood stain. After entering, he avoided carefully and didn’t dare to stay in it for too long. He took photos in a hurry and left. However, when passing by the monkey, a monkey suddenly jumped from behind to my shoulder, I was so scared that I held my head with both hands. At that moment, I was at a loss. I just heard the manager shouting to let me squat down. I squatted down quickly. Thinking of the last experience, I didn’t dare to shout. Later, I forgot how the monkey left. Later, I only remembered the weight that the monkey left on my shoulder. I felt scared when thinking about it. The two experiences made me have enough reasons to say that I don’t like monkeys. I just want them to be more free, instead of encircling them artificially and turning them into money transactions. In addition to constantly lobbying you to take photos with monkeys, the managers in the monkey district, no one has any introduction to Mount Emei monkey. Mount Emei monkeys have some history. It is said that monkeys in Mount Emei are monkey essence. Many people regard going to Mount Emei to see monkeys as a highlight of tourism. If I go to Mount Emei again, I will only choose to wait and see from afar and never approach. Although, I still think they are smart and lovely Emei mountain monkeys. People in Mount Emei enjoy the natural beauty from generation to generation in Mount Emei. If it were not for the development of tourism, I think the Emei mountain people should be simple and have the same mind as the mountain. When we went to Mount Emei, we met the most people in Mount Emei. Maybe nine out of ten people were doing business on Mount Emei. With the rapid development of tourism and the improvement of living standards, people living in tourist attractions are also getting rich. As long as you look at the houses built by mountain people, you will know. Everyone knows the truth of relying on the mountain. It gives me the feeling that it is difficult for you to meet honest businessmen in Emei Mountain. Walking on the mountain road, there will be many people selling things to you along the way. As long as they can be bought on Mount Emei, there will be everything, let alone those not on Mount Emei. However, what impressed me was the husband of Emei Mountain. I once asked a Porter how long it would take to carry the golden top. They told me that it would take two days. The things on my back are counted as Jin, about one yuan and two Jin. In this way, I can’t make much money by carrying it back. I don’t know how much sweat they left on the Bluestone Road of Emei Mountain. Looking at a husband walking away slowly before my eyes, I felt a bitterness for life in my heart. In addition to several Emei Mountain backers, it may be difficult to find the simplicity of mountain people in Emei Mountain. I couldn’t help thinking of one year in the black Valley of Chongqing, two little boys selling August melon picked from the mountain on the roadside, and two boys picking wild chestnut once met in Nanjiang Mountain. We also drove them some distance by car. They told me to go back and ask my mother to sell it to save their tuition. I have never approached Emei mountain people, nor can I record them. Here is only a little feeling of myself, let alone Emei mountain people. 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…