Locust flower (five other articles)

Last night, I dreamed about that locust tree again. There were clusters of white locust flowers in the tender green leaves, bathing in the warm sun, and with the gentle breeze, the fragrance flew far away. Raise your high Chin, miss your feet and stretch out your long arms. The Locust flowers of the tree seem to be readily available. But what my hands grasped was empty, and the fragrance blowing in the wind seemed to mock my fool. Suddenly, a burst of drama came from a distance. It turned out that my childhood friends came back from school with yellow schoolbags smiling. Ying Ge and Miao fell off their schoolbag from a distance. They found a long bamboo pole with an iron hook at one end and ran crazily to the locust tree with a long neck. They stared at the big round eyes and folded the hook skillfully, just listen to PA, PA, sweet white locust flowers fell down one after another. My heart which had failed immediately became happy, and I competed with everyone for the floorated locust flowers with laughter. I also put some flowers and leaves into my mouth from time to time to chew, fresh light fragrance and slight sweetness are produced from lips and teeth. In the evening of late spring, the setting sun burned the afterglow and went down to the West Mountain. The Twilight was calm and faint, and the warmth gradually faded away. We went back to our home with locust flowers full of fragrance. Maybe tonight we will have a delicious banquet of locust flowers, steamed, fried, boiled, or made dumplings. The taste is different, and the waiting mood is different. In a trance, the locust flower is full of the pillow core, and the fragrance blows into my heart. I opened my eyes only in my dream. Loneliness and loneliness some people say that there are many lonely people, but not necessarily they belong to lonely people. Loneliness is just a boring and unhurried state of life for a moment. When it is serious, you may feel bored, but if you put yourself into work, walk into the downtown, and join friends, you will soon be enriched and happy. However, the lonely man lived in a mess and smiled brightly in the crowd, but he still felt a kind of deficiency if he lost something deep in his heart and a kind of incomplete sense of belonging in his heart. Lonely people don’t need to borrow anything, for example, they like to spit smoke rings, drink some so-called foreign wine, listen to Beethoven or Chopin, Brahms’s songs occasionally sentimental feelings, which are not alone, even a little melodramatic and artificial, at best it is a pastime to kill loneliness. Loneliness is a kind of indescribable and indescribable spiritual feeling, a kind of contradictory entanglement with faint pain and happiness, and maybe it is a calm of the vicissitudes and enlightenment of life, maybe it is a kind of relief used to being alone in thought. Lonely people are not boring, even they are full of more interest and enthusiasm of life, and their thoughts are rich and colorful. Lonely people can’t bear to pour out, to their friends, and then unconsciously ask for the comfort of friends, then they will feel a moment of stability or enrichment. But for loners, most of them don’t like to pour out, because any lively communication and understanding sympathy will not take away his inherent loneliness. Maybe that is a kind of beautiful stubbornness. Loners can realize that true friends are not used to talk to each other. They know that the highest level of true friends is that they will have the same heart without words and behaviors, with one eye and one smile, they know that friends are actually useless. If it is used in reality to measure whether it is enough for friends, it is low-level. Loneliness will be taken away by wind and rain, but Dugu will hide for a long time. Maybe any elf will take it away when it comes. Loneliness is the graceful song of Nightingale, but loneliness can’t sing. It just sneaks into your heart quietly. What matters is tranquility, and it is the ghost in fate that cannot be grasped. Butterfly Love flower the night is deep and deep. The Crescent Moon is shallow leaking, and the Frog voice is not heavy. When the wind blows, the shadows of the trees are sparse, and the wild geese fly to find their hometowns. Sleep cold dew in the midnight. The door curtain is half closed, and the moon is full of sycamore trees. There are two leisure worries in the first compartment of love. Looking back, I still have to stop whispering. In spring, you step on the lonely wind, light your body and light your green, come with the gentle rain, wet your eyes and blurred. You are accompanied by the chirping swallow, and your yellow mouth is holding your taste, which is sweet. The black and brown soil Braves your tender green buds, and the sound of sizzling is the call of new life. You are covered with emerald green, and tell your attachment by the willows beside the riverbed; You run happily along the rivers and fields with bare feet! Dandelion seeds fly behind you! You sow colorful seeds, the flower buds to be put are your cheeks, bathing in the warm sun, telling your amorous feelings! Where are you when you fly the kite in March and laugh with the child? You are, in your warm season! Women’s love why should women believe in love? Because women are born to love beauty and dream? Yes, they all like beautiful things. Just like buying and buying beautiful clothes is always not enough to wear, so is the beautiful and pure love. Encountering a deep-rooted love is like catching a glimpse of a beautiful dress in a corner of the window in the bustling city, which is very suitable for you and has been looking for for a long time, the harvest given by secretly delight and unintentionally expanded his chest. For women, love is just like a dream dress that can never be found in reality, so it is more precious. Women dress up more beautiful, sexy and charming mostly for the unknown love in their hearts? When what men see in their eyes are just gorgeous clothes, curvy figure and pink cheeks in Rouge, will you still believe in love? I think so, because every woman thinks she is beautiful. Even at the age of 80, she still has a heart of love. Women’s faith in love is so steadfast, and this endurance is enough to make themselves moved to themselves, so women’s love does not need to be pinned on men, love yourself and cherish yourself! When a woman’s aesthetic is more mature because of her nature, her understanding of love is no longer like the clothes in her dreams. The belief left by love may only be lonely, like a cup of bitter coffee, when the smell is strong, it smells smelly, but what you drink is bitter. So don’t believe in love any more. Even if it is your nature, please don’t compare your own nature with a man. He is an animal with different women’s thinking and logic, never ask a man to love you for a lifetime, because that is impossible. Never rely on men, because it can never be relied on! Many people will complain that what I said is wrong, and even say that I am crazy. They swear their true love with the touching love story that happened on them. Of course I believe it is true, but even so, don’t think it is God’s favor to you. Is it easy to maintain love and keep it young forever? People have feelings of loving the new and disliking the old, especially men. Women love beauty and dressing up, and the women men love are getting younger and more charming. Not to mention wasting time and thinking about tracking men. Truth will embarrass you, while truth will make you despair of the so-called love. What you can do is to be yourself. Don’t care about others, even your lover. Don’t ask too much about his space. As long as you have the ability to love yourself, I believe that happiness is in your own hands. Ruan Lang’s returning grass is long, and Yan Gui’s willow buds are green. Morning Dew leaching Chaohui. I feel tired and gray by the window. Wait for old people. Painted red mouth, drawing eyebrows. New look cloud mirror glimpse. The spring light warms people up. It can’t cover the beauty. 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…

Looking back, my lovely fleeting time

When I was young, I wished my parents could take me with them when they went out; But now, I wish my parents could leave me at home, which is both clean and carefree on the Internet. When I was young, as long as the exam was not the first in the class once, I felt uneasy for a whole day. I felt that I couldn’t explain it to my parents, and I felt uncomfortable for several days; But now, I am a little shameless. Exams are common, it is more common to smash a pot in the exam. Listening to the worries of parents on the phone, I am just like a nobody, and still Hip-Hop. Results are not that important. When I was young, I was praised by my teacher every day. I would feel uncomfortable if I didn’t hear it one day. Now, for more than a year, only the head teacher knows who I am. I am no longer the treasure in the eyes of teachers. When I was young, I felt sad for several months because of my friend’s transfer to another school. I was reluctant to part with him and never forgot about it. Now, even if I saw my friend online, I don’t want to talk any more. I chose to escape from the past. When I was young, I didn’t eat without doing homework when I came home. Only when I finished my homework could I have a good meal; Now, I feel it is a burden to carry my schoolbag when I go home, and home is a place for complete entertainment and relaxation. Mom said I don’t like studying any more. When I was young, I went out to find partners in the streets and lanes when I had time, and then played sandbags and shuttlecock rubber bands to hide and seek. I was happy with two rows of irregular and incomplete teeth. Now, I have time to read books than myself, subconsciously, I really don’t want to see it, and then I stay in the corner, feeling sad. When I was young, I cut a very failed hairstyle and wrote a lot of notes very seriously: Don’t laugh at wandering heads, and then carefully put them on every desk in the classroom, I am complacent about my intelligence; Now, if my hair does not grow to a certain level, I will never step into the barber shop, which is wasting time. When I was young, my friend had something unhappy. When I cried sadly, I would stretch out my clumsy hands to wipe her tears. I leaned over her ear and gently told her that I was there. Stubbornly believe that it will be a lifelong friend. Now, in the face of these, I would only be at a loss and at a loss. I wanted comfort but could not speak. I wanted to give her strength but forgot how to express it. So I really want to start to be hard to get close. The older you grow up, the more simple friends are than playmates. I doubted my friends and even all the emotions in the world. When I was a child, I was so nervous that I couldn’t even hear others’ sarcasm and insinuations. Every day, I was silly, simple and happy. Now, I am too sensitive to nerves, and I can hear the accusations against me on any topic that is not related to me. I didn’t have the courage. I became narrow-minded. I thought the problem was too pessimistic and too decisive. I did change. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

Yao glorious on coquetry

I have never seen those delicate birds. The girls of Yiren smile with their mouths pouting and orchid fingers cocking. Oh, they can’t help revealing it not only beside men but also among women, although the same sex has goose bumps, it’s better. That’s jealousy, jealousy! People are born seductive, can you learn it?! I don’t know what can be regarded as coquetry with a bad tone? Limb clingy? Winks fluttering? Oh, no. Born with a straight temper. This is not good, how much romance will you miss. 30 years ago, Yao Guanghui was a little doll. She had never played with dolls, only admiring girls from other families, holding dolls to show off. The eyelashes are long and curling, and the eyelids will blink. Golden curly hair and white skin make people fondle admiringly. I didn’t think about asking my parents, knowing that they were difficult. So I used my brain to draw a beautiful princess and comfort myself. Once I picked up a tumbler doll discarded by others, which was so strange that it looked like a treasure. I took it back to the household washing powder and washed it again and again. The Dirty Doll took a new look, but in fact it was not broken, I just lost it because I was tired of playing. The Tumbler was standing at the small table, swinging from side to side once he tilted, which was very satisfying. This doll stayed with her for a long time. Time flies, how can you grow old at once? Yao Guanghui was full of gloom. Ah, it is clear that the past is vivid in my mind, and some scenes seem like yesterday, but the wheel of time has swished over. She is middle-aged, full of yellow and brown eyes, and her eyes are desolate. After a space-time road with more and more abundant materials, when I have seen countless beautiful dolls, I will think of the incomplete era. It is natural that poverty breeds inferiority. She quietly appreciates and plays and talks to herself. There are a lot of such experiences. If you get used to this state, you will not be spoiled. Spoiled is the usual use of children from rich families. She was actually understanding the meaning of these two words at that time. The essence of acting coquetry is to invite pets, and get what you want, material and spiritual, the most famous cold beauty in history, zhou Youwang painstakingly used the beacon fire to play princes for several times, and the beauty seemed to smile. It was this super coquetry that directly led to the consequence of King Zhou you. It can also be said that it is the most advanced treatment for women to play coquetry for beauty. She looked at troubled beauties and felt very interesting about the old lady’s words in the novel. The old lady was the one who had watched the vicissitudes of life. She knew all the cruelty of the civil war, but a woman would not be afraid of any twists and turns any more, in the face of the fight between life and death, you can take it leisurely, — that is not necessarily a real woman. I didn’t see the old lady saying with desolation — women have to keep something that scares themselves. Yao Guanghui gradually understood such a faint sigh. A woman who has never experienced wind and rain is not a woman, but a woman who has been immersed in wind and rain for a long time is not a real woman either. She also paid attention to the famous writer old ghost who wrote about the bloody dusk, and Yang Mo was the mother and son. He had an article about his mother, writing that he had never enjoyed the intimacy of sitting on his mother’s knees since he was young, he was fostered in his hometown in the countryside since he was a child, and he had been separated from his mother since he was seven or eight years old. He never knew the taste of spoiled. His description made people tremble. It was good to play the TV series in heaven. The nanny with special status once expressed her bitterness to Tian Weidong. She was born in a bitter family and had no taste of spoiled. If a woman could not be spoiled, would she still be called a woman? Hey, if a woman can only play coquetry, she is not a real woman. Yao Guanghui gritted her teeth. She didn’t know how to play coquetry in her whole life. A man, a boss, spoke rudely and straightly. In fact, she was very shy in the bottom of her heart, but she just didn’t want to show it. In fact. How many men can stand the sour and coquettish taste all day long, she won’t. She will be reincarnated into a man or his object in the next life. In short, she won’t choose a woman. Hee hee, cattle. After living for half of her life, she was doomed not to be spoiled, so she had to say something sour — look at that little thing! Yao Guanghui, your life is over! Don’t know how to play coquetry, the consequences are very serious! A bang came in the air. Early know! She replied fearlessly, making a face-who told you to treat me as a woman? I am a man dressed as a woman, hiding for so many years, can’t you see it? Pro! 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…

Don’t let me get drunk alone

Life is like mellow wine/sometimes strong/sometimes thin/years and sentimental drops in my heart/Put your hope/Your Dream/Slowly lean in my arms/put my happiness/my pain/Pour into your wine tonight’s Summer Night breeze slowly, alone I stand in balcony window overlooking, looked at front caoe River Third Ring Road bridge ablaze with lights busy the nighttime north of the city high-rise buildings neon Winky. A melancholy song “Don’t let me get drunk alone” sung by Jiang Yuheng floated in the computer. This tune is full of deep sadness charm, and the whole tune is full of sadness and helplessness. The tone of this word makes people feel very heavy, expressing the loneliness and frustration in the lyrics incisively and vividly. Listening to it, it seems to make people feel extremely sad and heartbroken, this song is in line with my current mood! Now I have formed a habit that I like to write words while listening to music and tapping the keyboard with my fingers, feeling the crying and complaining song in the song, and my heart will be full of inspiration. There will always be a song accompanying every past event. There is always a theme related to every memory. When these familiar songs sounded clearly in my ears, those unforgettable things of the past would emerge in front of me one by one. I like to immerse myself in sad songs, in sad memories, staring at the figure in memory and continuing that true feeling. It seems that only in such a tune can I look at each other and look back vaguely. I sat quietly in front of the computer desk and faced the cold screen, shaking my daughter’s red yellow wine in the glass, raising my hand to lift up the yellow wine in the glass, A sweet and mellow warm current was burning from throat to stomach and integrated into the whole body. My eyes looked at the time on the screen inadvertently. I knew that tonight would be a sleepless night again. I have spent countless nights like this, and the only thing I remember is the loneliness and bitterness after being drunk alone. I stretched out my hand and filled the glass again. Listening to the melancholy melody, the sad melody has a feeling of making people cry. Instantly tears swirled in my eyes, and all the grievances poured out. The air in the room was filled with intoxicating wine. Maybe I was really drunk! Wiping the tears off my face casually, the emptiness in my heart made me afraid of the feeling of loneliness. I lit a Liqun brand cigarette for myself with a lighter to cover the trace of blood flowing, and tried to find myself in the smoke of throughput. Helpless and numb heart lost peace, I am not intoxicated by wine, but by love! I put out the burnt cigarette butts in my hands, as if I wanted to cut off the flying thoughts. The bright yellow wine under the lamp was seducing me, and I looked up again to drink it out. I turned into your figure in my full and drunk eyes. Without you, my mood was very melancholy and lonely, and my care and Miss mingled together, which made my heart tremble and heartache. I don’t know what my life will be like? I can’t say it clearly! Day by day, trouble day by day. I’m so envious of seeing others treat each other like guests! I put my sadness in my heart. I put all my loss and unhappiness into the wine and drink them into my stomach. Love is in my heart, drunk in my dream. Don’t let me drunk alone/Don’t let me walk alone/long midnight without you around/How long will my love wait/will it be empty after waking up/Will You Love Me Again Tomorrow/I am drunk and squatting to write a song “drunk at night”: cold Moon sky night faint, lamp screen wall to keyboard, wine ask drunken dream zhong ge, pen wander love Acacia. 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…