Thirty-year-old after

As the saying goes, living after the age of thirty is a big truth. After the age of thirty, life is no longer a gorgeous collection of poems, but a collection of books hidden in the years. Starry sky is the End of Dreams at the age of sixteen, and Nocturne in rainy season at the age of seventeen is the color of dream painting, 18-year-old summer starry sky is a romantic poem. The voice of loneliness at the age of 19 is a poem of graduation departure. Love at the age of twenty is very simple. Love at the age of twenty is a narrative poem for collecting dreams. Love at the age of twenty is a wandering epic. Love at the age of twenty is the beginning of a memorial poem. The starry sky at the seaside of twenty-two is a love poem, the story in the dream of twenty or thirty years old is the climax of youth, 24 seaside prayers are the collections of harvest poems, 25 years old fate is the bloom of life, 26 years old green sleeves are The Melody of Love, romeo and Juliet met at the age of 27, agengdilina at the edge of water at the age of 28, whispers in autumn at the age of twenty or nine, and wedding in dreams at the age of thirty. After thirty years old, youth is a prose of mood. Love is a classic prose, family is a pile of family prose, and work is a pile of narrative prose. We are our own readers. After thirty years old, youth is a documentary. Love is tea, emotion is coffee, marriage is teapot, family affection is red wine, and we are lovers watching movies. After thirty years old, life is a car to be upgraded. Family is the steering wheel, work is the wheel, life experience is fuel, we are challenging different models. After thirty years old, time is a song, joy, anger and sorrow is a staff, composing songs of different styles, from campus to love song, from love song to rock and roll, from network to bar, from bar to karaoke, from karaoke to light music, from light music to pure music let us record the craze and bloom of youth. Love is romantic and sad, the noise and loneliness of the city, and the anxiety and tranquility of the night. After thirty years old, we can’t remember the shadow of the past years. We will not continue the fantasy of youth any more. After thirty years old, we all learn to leave a place for our lover and a space for ourselves. After thirty years old, we all learn to be tolerant and generous, and to be kind to ourselves. After the age of thirty, we all look down upon the floating clouds through the precipitation and bleaching in our life. After thirty years old, we still keep the bottom line and principle of ourselves, and also keep a good root in our hearts. After thirty years old, we still have a smile, confidence and persistence. After thirty years old, we have no way to keep the passage of time. We have kept a memory. After thirty years old, we have no way to keep the vicissitudes of the sea, and we have kept a blessing. After thirty years old…. 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…

The time that cannot be placed

Frozen Music, frozen words, frozen heart resonance. It seems that it is always too easy to get used to one thing, so as a result, it often falls into the dilemma of being forced to quit the habit. Someone told me that it was no big deal to smile. In fact, I am like to laugh. I really laugh when I laugh, but I just like sad words. My sadness comes from words, the unknown space. People often ask me: why is sadness flooded in your words? I always answer as always: Wen does not hurt people. Paper wounding does not hurt? The answer is getting less and less confident. I am used to recording some seemingly gorgeous paragraphs in the fleeting years with words, running in the stiff pen, and fixing those years and fragments between the lines. Colored Glaze is fragile and colorful clouds are easy to disperse. The more beautiful it is easy to lose, the more fascinating it is. A beautiful yearning can only be yearned for. It never belongs to me. Listening quietly to the light melody flowing under the moonlight, every note of Palace, Shang, Jiao, Zheng and Yu is engraved with the track of time. The time engraved on the notes is still silent. It was late at night again. It seemed that I had been used to writing down a paragraph of text in the middle of the night to tell a kind of mood. I didn’t need any flowery words, but only deep or shallow words. But I don’t know if I will have readers 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…