Star in your own movie

Life seems to be busy, but I feel that I have done nothing. After thinking it over, I really don’t know what to say or do. The stretched hand only grasped the empty space; The twisted head only saw the wind behind him. Thinking of the road when I came and the people who left, I couldn’t help feeling sad: the long road of life, I walked through the ignorance and stumbled out of the door of youth, I really became the eldest daughter in the eyes of my parents; I finally became my daughter’s mother. Life is really like a play. Today you play childhood, tomorrow I play growth; Today you have difficulties, tomorrow you taste sweet. In the play, outside the stage of life, who can say who is the protagonist and who is the match? In this scene of his own life, everyone is the most unusual protagonist. Don’t say: I can’t do it. Don’t say: I am still young. Don’t say: I’m just a supporting role. Believe: as long as you work hard, as long as you value yourself, you will make yourself invincible. Although you are very small, just like a tiny dust, you can’t catch or touch it. Even with the strong wind, you will disappear without trace. But you can gather together, you can leave it into mud, and finally solidify in the soil, who can control your body? So trust! No matter how tiny the thing is, it also has its meaning of existence; No matter how fragile the grass is, it also has its stubborn body; No matter how tiny the figure is, it will also bloom beautiful for the stage in his heart! Therefore, don’t complain about fate; Don’t complain about yourself; Don’t let yourself not believe in yourself. You know, God can give us life, which is already a rare opportunity. So, work hard! You will see a different self! So, believe it! You will be the most beautiful cloud on the stage of your life! Looking up at the sky, the stars at night are flashing quietly. There was no trace of wind, but this night was cold and cold, and this winter was really desolate for many people’s dreams! However, I want to go to tomorrow. What time are the twinkling stars in the sky? Are they shining my tiny dreams? Stretching his hand to the cold night sky, a burst of coolness suddenly filled my heart, clenched his hand, let the coolness and warmth in my hands. My heart warmed up, and it was no longer cold. Close the window tightly and stop the elves in the night. It’s late at night, I should go to sleep. Yesterday, the smoke disappeared; Tonight, the dream still exists; Tomorrow, it is worth looking forward. Whether it is caught or not, at least the stretched hand has drawn an arc in the air like a rainbow. How can this trace make the beach of memory run aground at will? The busy life still needs to continue. No matter what you did or didn’t do; No matter what you said or didn’t say; You have already played the leading role in your play! Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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…

You are my tears for a summer

The sunshine in summer is very dazzling. It passes through the cracks between leaves, pierces into my eyes straightly, enlarges in the center of my pupil, and deeply penetrates into the deep dark whirlpool. It was such a cold night again. I vaguely saw myself standing in the corner filled by darkness, who was once full of youth through the huge gray-black and glass. See that light yellow paper note that on your 0.5mm of black water refill outline of 7 words: I am your m sand. I saw the Ink ink pen was filled with blurred marks by tears, just like the thin white fog in the morning of winter permeating in the air for a long time. Those subtle emotions which could not be understood kept moving in the center of this mist, and they showed their unique breath in the air. At that time, on the paper paper wet by tears, those sorrows which were hard to release in my heart were reflected clearly in my eyes through the carrier of tears, there is light flashing in the eyes, just like the shining stars beside the moonlight, jumping in the lost people’s psychology and beating in their chest. With a kind of motivation to survive, they were supported to go through the most difficult time. That piece of paper has always been forced to exist in such a form. They are like being wound up by time, and then tightly fastened there with nails. However, I saw the dark yellow attic in the century-old house being protected in a nearly uninterrupted way. The famous painting on that old wall. The firm and reliable promise fell unprepared at an almost incredible speed. It fell on the dark yellow floor with a bang, destroying a famous painting, an old house and people’s nearly conceited self-name. Just like those things that should have been done but not done, those emotions that should have happened but not happened, those people that should have appeared but not appeared, those promises that should not have been invalidated but failed. All of them ran away from the original life track when they were caught off guard, leaving the old people, old things and old promises sighing in the cracks of time. But now I am standing in the hot and dry sun to see your almost blurred face, and your breath is clearly lingering in my breath in a clear way. I stand in front of you, in a nearly stiff awkward posture. After your eyes hesitated for a long time, you finally turned elsewhere. In the second I passed by, I remembered that there was a scene in the article I once wrote: they met by accident, his sight stayed on her for a while and finally left. She stared at his eyes tightly, trying to find the warm memory of the past, but at the moment when he was too late to touch her eyes. She sighs of relief. Then under his surprised eyes, she walked with her injured leg numb and stiff trembling. From that moment on, she knew that this man in this life and this man who left vigorous memories in the first half of her life had nothing to do with her since then, these semi-real words imprisoned us. I couldn’t see the emotion in your eyes, so I heard her laughter echoing beside my ears. In this competition of youth. I finally lost!? Lose love and lose yourself. But at this time, you saw the back I left slowly without nostalgia at all, just like the smile of me and you. The past of the world of mortals was just an insignificant scenery. At that moment, I suddenly remembered an article named “Three o’clock in the afternoon without cherry” in summer with short hair. She wrote in the last paragraph: I hung up the phone and suddenly wanted to eat some cherries at 3:30 pm in the light wind and clouds, but I didn’t have cherries or love. I looked at the cherry blossoms in full bloom in the distance, and those memories were in full swing on the tan land under the flowers. At this moment, I think I have neither Cherry nor love. But I burst into tears for you for a summer. 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…

qiu cheng

(1) Autumn city is not the city of autumn. It is not necessary to understand in this way. I think I just choose a suitable name for the place where the story happened. You don’t have to look for this place on the map. It’s just a proxy name, and you don’t have to worry about it. After leaving that place, I seemed to lose something in my heart. I was at a loss every day, just trying my best to find something that could comfort my heart. I think I failed. I finally didn’t find it. I didn’t find any medicine to pacify my soul, nor did I find anything I lost. However, that’s it. This feeling of emptiness filled my heart and filled my mind, which made me feel that I was still alive. I am alive, laughing bitterly. Facing myself in the mirror everyday, I always feel strange and horrible. Then, is it myself? I asked myself in the mirror like this, but I didn’t get the desired answer. Silence always avoids my questions with silence. I had to pretend my ignorance with silence. The figure wandering between sleeping and waking up brings some loneliness and loneliness. No intersection, no social engagement. Just facing the mirror or the sky through the window. There is no melancholy or sadness in my heart. It seemed that the melancholy and sadness at this moment were not worth mentioning. I gently swept them down with the afterglow of my eyes, and no longer touched them. For a period of time, I doubted whether I had autism, which was so terrible that I locked myself in a room and wouldn’t easily contact with the crowd. The only thing I am familiar with is the sound of the pointer jumping on the ear and the sky outside the window that I have watched for more than a hundred times. Even if you go out occasionally, you still face the passers-by with silence. In the crowd of people coming and going, I felt that kind of unsociable poisonous wine more. When I was drunk in it, I shouted that I would come again before I was drunk. Unexpectedly fell in love with that kind of feeling, after losing the ability of love. A person’s life, a person’s loneliness, self-drinking, self-entertainment. Go to a strange stop without planning in advance, and then just look for a position near the window, sitting foolishly. Don’t talk with strangers. His side face turned outward, and he kept silent all the way, thinking about something that he couldn’t remember. His unrestrained and unconstrained thoughts brought his consciousness to the sky. After waking up in a panic, I realized that there was only myself sitting there persistently in the empty car. He left calmly with a calm look. The illusion that my mind is still immersed in that car. I like that feeling and enjoy it in my spare time just to feel the peace along the way. Waste the leisure time on those strange roads. Even though I had traveled many times on that road, it was still strange and horrible. I forgot to say that the place I left was not Qiu Cheng, and Qiu Cheng was the place I went to later. The place I mentioned was an institution built on the hillside. I forgot when I entered it, but I vaguely remembered that it was in a summer when the weather was hot, sweat flowed through my eyelashes and into my eyes. It was such a hot season. When I left there, I didn’t remember or think about it. I just vaguely felt that I lost a lot of things there. Yes, it is something, physical, ethereal. I can’t remember what I lost any more. I just saw some people laughing and some crying. I just felt puzzled. I don’t think there is anything funny or crying. I just wanted to leave there as soon as possible, but when I hurried out of the door, at that moment, my heart was confused. I quietly raised my head and glanced at the words on the door. Those words were so dazzling, but the sunshine was very dazzling. Those words were indeed more dazzling than the sunshine, which hurt my eyes. I lowered my head in panic, pretending to be looking for something, I am afraid that someone will see my embarrassment. However, I stopped pretending for a moment, because I knew no one would know me, even if I recognized him? Anyway, who knows where to be next moment. Only those words became more and more blurred. Vaguely, just remember the following words. XX sanatorium may be like this, then think so for the moment. As for what the place was for, I probably didn’t remember. My life was always in a daze, but I just remembered that I had several friends there. Friends? Yes, I have friends there. Other things, I don’t know, there seems to be some cold eyes, indifferent snobbish heart. I don’t remember the environment there very much. The only thing I remember is that when it was snowing, the road was covered with snowflakes, and the vast white one seemed so cold and quiet on that hillside. This is the image left to me there. (Ii) The days of leaving the ice city passed quickly. I soon forgot where I am came back. In a period of leisure time, I was confused and sober. In short, I kissed a fresh little day. Soon it was the time when Ye Huang fell down. I decided not to be so idle anymore. I had to do something so that I wouldn’t think about it and get mentally disordered. I was very afraid of those days. Although I was not very clear at that time, I also had my own sorrow. Now think about it, it is good to be a normal person. No longer like a bird locked in a cage, I have the right to freedom, freedom, Long live freedom. Just when I decided to leave for a period of time, I soon left and went to autumn city. Autumn city is a famous city, located in coastal areas, with developed economy, and is a very international metropolis. I didn’t know that I was like a bird, flying from one cage to another, but that Cage was big enough. I can’t find it. Taking a coach, I traveled through several provinces and cities and spent a long night. I didn’t fall asleep in the coach. The excitement in my heart made my nerves in a tense state all the time. I just looked out of the window at the passing lights, trance in the dark night, as if passing through the fairytale country. The city outside the window, thousands of lights, my eyes left a mark without trace on the highway like the night. I sat still for a long time and felt a little uncomfortable. I kept changing my sitting posture. In order to adapt to this situation, my eyes are still watching by the window. There was no bright moon in the night sky, so I couldn’t help feeling sad and hid. There are only some stars shining slightly in the sky. At the very beginning of the day, I have entered the province where the destination is located. I don’t know whether the weather here was originally like this, or whether it was cloudy when I came, with slight mist and haze in the air. It was drizzling, and it looked endless. I just looked out of the window at the house that I had seen in the picture, which was surprisingly white walls and green tiles, and the typical water village buildings, which gave people a dream-like illusion. More reserved and charming in this light rain. I lost my way here, and I didn’t know which direction the car was going. I didn’t care so much. I looked out of the window blindly, hoping to see a beautiful girl with an umbrella. I didn’t know why. In short, I didn’t meet I am, which made me somewhat disappointed. The car shuttles back and forth in this city, passing through the bustling downtown area and seeing more people, which is still not as beautiful as expected, but only some tall buildings. I am not surprised any more than some novelty. After a long night’s running, I felt a little tired and sleepy. I took a nap and missed something. When I woke up again, I was already close to my destination. Got off the car and paused. The strange breath came towards me, a little startled. As the peers walked into that company, the next day was short-term training. After a few days of idleness, they entered the workshop. On a boring day, I walked under my feet nervously and orderly. If you are happy, you will also be criticized. In short, it is a trivial matter. I am used to the hustle and bustle and the worldly wisdom. I began to look for beautiful eyes after those troubles. Yes, I was just looking for a pair of eyes that were clear to my heart, but I became cautious in pairs of eyes. I can’t tell the feeling that I want to kill you at that moment. I will always be scared by being stared. Fortunately, I am found a pair of familiar eyes. Although I didn’t know her, the so-called understanding was only known later. She was not as beautiful as flowers and moon, but she quietly planted a seed of missing in my heart. So that for a long time later, I was in a kind of self-entanglement. The so-called entanglement was just wishful thinking, and finally it turned into memory between that smile. After all, there is no news. So young miss, like a joke, made a beak between partners after dinner. I was still like a familiar and unfamiliar friend passing her every day, and I would be complacent if I got a smile response occasionally. I am like a child who is not familiar with the world. I was so naive that I thought everything would be good. So silly, so naive. There is a entanglement between those things that are not matters, thinking about the quietness of a certain moment. During the period of time, I would also go around with my friends. Walking among the crowd, I would find those long-lost feelings, which seemed to never be forgotten. Therefore, I kept looking around, looking at the surrounding scenery and thinking about some information that came from somewhere without any clue. It seems to be looking for a certain feeling, which is consistent with a certain moment in the dark. I will forget everything at that moment and know nothing. However, there was a special feeling that someone whispered softly in my ears. Tell some very distant things. On the bank of the river, there are always some idle people walking there, maybe they are really idle. I am think like this, seeing foreigners passing by in front of them will not feel strange or novel. I don’t think there is any difference, they are all the same. Sometimes I wonder if I really have something different. Walking like this, walking without purpose, sitting casually when tired, it seems to be very calm, but it is depressed deep entanglement in the inner heart. (3) it seldom snows in winter in autumn city, but it fell several times during the days I stayed. I feel very surprised. Fortunately, the workshop is still warm. I will still see her and her smile. Although I am not laughing for me, I will still feel surprised. She has an ordinary name called Xiaoli. After all, I didn’t walk into her world. At the moment when I was rejected, I didn’t think so anymore. But her appearance was deeply and shallow in her heart. After all, I left in a hurry after a period of peace. When she heard that I was going to leave, she talked to me. I just responded to her lightly that I was going to leave. I really left on the third day. There is a text message on my mobile phone. Liang Sheng, have a pleasant journey, I hope you are happy. I was in a panic, and finally I simply replied to the information. You too, I will think of you. There are also several short messages. The car on the return trip was walking in the night again. I like this color. Like rain, like dark. Was my previous life a Orchid parasitic in the bosom of that tree? The light passed over my expressionless face. I knew this moment clearly. I was melancholy. The weather in the North is bitterly cold in winter. I shivered in the cold wind. Think about some warm things. After all, I think it’s a little simple. I miss the time before, that was in that nursing home. Although life was in a daze, there were still a group of similar people who were at peace with each other and had fantasies of each other in their own Sky. Yes, it is fantasy, and it is children immersed in their own world who can’t find a way out. There, looking for the dawn of hope, fortunately, I came out, after I found myself again. In my opinion, love is the spark in the constant search. People who live are finding each other in the crowd. Although I haven’t found her among the crowd, I will still meet her after all. During this period, there was a period of confusion, and almost fell to the previous situation. I was very scared, but helpless. I always couldn’t help thinking about something that I couldn’t say. In the days when I was at a loss, the nightmare feeling came again. That is, desolate and lonely. (4) in plain days, I am calm and have no mood, but I hope that I can live in the wind. I always look at the sky by accident. The winter sky is so depressed, and there are some light clouds floating in the pale sky. The sun shines faintly, and I hope for warmth. Liang Sheng, happy new year! Text messages always come when I am looking forward to no way to put them down. I opened them and read them. I was very calm and didn’t reply immediately. I don’t know why it is so, isn’t it waiting all the time. It turns out that when the future is unpredictable, the loss of reality will easily lay a person on the ground from the sky. I thought for a long time about the content of the reply. Finally, I simply said a happy new year. After the message was sent, I felt that it was my own passion again. I think too much. I think of an interesting sentence, what is it after the snow melts? It is spring after the snow melts. Maybe it is time that goes too fast, or I always can’t keep up with the pace of time. Anyway, spring is coming. Spring, one spring, I was doing some trivial things in a small factory. It seemed that I closed my senses and locked myself in the cage I set. I replied to the lonely figure before. It is the loneliness and autism in mind. In those days, it was ordinary and hard. I forgot what kind of person I was. I just became a small worker silently. It was a period of life in the bottom society, and the world of Nobody naturally had the happiness of nobody. I still look at the sky from time to time. At that moment, I no longer think of someone. Instead, I was intoxicated by myself in that taste of missing. I thought there was no one to miss. I thought no one would think of me again. I thought softly to a star, thinking about something like a dream. I feel the bitterness and joy, happiness and sadness in life. The ups and downs of melancholy ended what I called on the road when I was lying in a hospital and came to an end. Life was always unpredictable. I lay in the hospital for more than ten days, then went home and had a rest for more than two months. I thought a lot about life, but after all, my cognition was a little shallow. In those days of drifting away, there will always be some benefits that cannot be measured by money. I looked at the sky outside. I thought I would set off again. Next time, I don’t want to go to autumn city any more. I want to go to spring city. 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…

Those warm woven days

A few days ago, my son came back from his classmate’s home and brought a half-woven sweater and said to me: Mom, Xiaoqiang’s mother said that she was too busy recently, so she really didn’t have time to finish weaving this sweater. I volunteered to get it back, please help her finish weaving. Boy! Hearing what my son said, I was shocked. The bad boy of this good thing didn’t ask me in advance, but unexpectedly did it first. I picked up the sweater and looked at it. The pattern was not complicated, but the fine wool was really daunting. Thousands of needles and thousands of threads, how long will it take to weave! Therefore, I quickly tried to refuse. I pretended to be embarrassed and said to my son: my mother hadn’t knitted sweaters for several years. Besides, it was just a pattern of knitting flat needles before. I can’t weave this pattern at all. Besides, I am also very busy and have no time to weave. You ‘d better give the sweater to Xiaoqiang’s mother. My son said disappointedly: alas, how shameful! I even got a ticket in front of Xiaoqiang’s mother. I can’t weave or mistake others. I still have the cheek to return the sweater to others. Looking at my son’s far-away back, suddenly a tide of loss came to my heart. In fact, where can’t I weave? It is clear that there is no passion and mood when knitting sweaters. I have always thought that knitting sweaters is a woman’s instinct, just like eating and sleeping. There is no need to learn deliberately, and there is no need to learn by yourself. Naturally, it will happen. I remember when I was a child, I saw my mother knitting a sweater, and I couldn’t help feeling greedy and itchy. I asked my mother for some wool needles, but she was reluctant to give me wool for fear that I would spoil her baby wool, which was rare in those days. I had no choice but to pester my grandmother with cotton to make me spinning. After dinner, under the faint oil lamp, my grandma and I were busy. Grandma asked me to pick cotton seeds first. I carefully picked out the cotton seeds one by one, and then made the cotton fluffy. Grandma held a large handful of cotton in her right hand, and pinched the twisting handle in her left hand to screw it quickly. The little twist spurted rapidly, and the Cotton On Grandma’s hand was like silk spinning from Spring Silkworms, drawing out long and thin threads. When the cotton is used up, the handle is wrapped with cotton threads as thin as hair. Grandma combined the thin thread into several strands to form the thick thread. When I was in school the next day, I put the cotton thread and sweater needle in my schoolbag with great interest, and weaved the gloves vividly during the break. When the class bell rang, I still felt unsatisfied, so I secretly took it out and continued weaving under the desk. Just when I got carried away, I was caught by a dignified teacher, and unfortunately, the wool and sweater needles were confiscated. This disaster caused me to write a guarantee, and I was punished for sweeping the classroom for two days before returning it to the original owner. A week later, when I wore the gloves I knitted myself for the first time, that warmth and pride was much better than that I got one hundred points in the exam. My grandma’s speed of spinning cotton thread could not compare with my speed of weaving. Her achievements in the whole night were not enough for me to toss about for a day. During those days, I urged my grandma to spin threads for me as soon as I finished dinner. In a short time, I even weaved gloves for the whole family and made a pair of cotton socks for my grandma with ingenuity. The winter was very cold that year. Seeing my masterpiece brought warmth to my family, my little heart was filled with warmth and sweetness. When I was in normal school, all the female students in the class liked knitting sweaters. During the period after the beginning of school and the examination, the learning task was not heavy. After lunch and self-study at night, the dormitory was in full swing. Everyone sat by the bed, knitting sweaters and chatting around the world. From time to time, they also help each other wrap a thread, or learn how to weave patterns. Soon, exquisite sweaters were born in the children’s laughter. In the third grade, a female classmate wore a woolen hat woven by her sister. Looking at the novel and unique wool hat, we were extremely envious and ready to move one by one. I can’t wait until the weekend, so we make an appointment to buy wool on the street during the lunch break. A few days later, the girls all wore their own woven personalized wool caps. The beautiful hat was lined with the smiling face of patterns, which made the male classmates particularly jealous. Therefore, the bolder boy also bought wool and quietly invited the girl whom he liked to weave a hat with a red face. During that time, the dormitory was very busy. There is a little secret hidden in the hearts of the young girls who started to love each other. The warmth and sweetness in my heart filled with the shy smile. On the surface, everyone weaved hats while talking and laughing aimlessly, but they were secretly guessing which boy’s hat was in their hands. Girls happened to be the same, and no one would take the initiative to tell who the owner of the hat was. A few days later, I knew their secrets from the hats that boys wore one after another. Everyone smiled at each other, tacit understanding. It was known by the teacher in charge of the old master that he even held a theme class meeting with great efforts. The head teacher emphasized solemnly that he was not allowed to fall in love during school. A group of big children who were guilty no longer dared to face the eagle-like eyes of the head teacher calmly. From then on, the woolen hats which witnessed the innocence of love disappeared. After work, I lived alone in a dormitory far away from my hometown. In my spare time, knitting sweaters for my family becomes an excellent spiritual sustenance. Go to bed early every night, leaning against the back of the bed, listening to music while knitting sweaters. The tapes in the small recorder were placed over and over again, and the threads around them became smaller from big to small, and family affection flowed on the long wool. In the quiet night one by one, the care and missing for family members were all woven silently in the comfortable sweaters one by one. When I went back to my hometown in winter vacation, I felt warm and steadfast with a pack of heavy sweaters. After getting married, knitting sweaters for children and husbands has become a major theme of life. I remember that before the baby was born, my husband often took pains to wrap the yarn for me. Sometimes, I wrapped a dozen of threads with different colors, and let me slowly choose the patterns of weaving patterns. Every time I weave a small sweater, it is like finishing a delicate handicraft. I look at it repeatedly and fondle admiringly. When I was tired of weaving, I put the knitted sweater on the bed, from small to large, and lined up every word. While appreciating, I imagined what the child looked like when wearing the sweater. The warmth and sweetness of being a new mother are beyond words, and the feeling of happiness overflows the heart. The child grew up gradually, and the patterns of sweaters were constantly refurbished. Whenever I see beautiful patterns on TV or on sweater books, I will be eager to buy wool back. I think I am a master of weaving without a teacher. With a little inspiration and unique creativity, my child can wear beautiful sweaters in less than two or three days and more than one week. The lively and lovely child wears a sweater with a unique style, which is lovable like a happy little angel. Children go to kindergartens or parks to play, which often attracts careful mothers to hold their children and study the patterns of sweaters. My neighbors and colleagues all admired the pattern I made, so they even made an appointment early. When my child was too young to grow a sweater, they gave it to their children to wear. Indeed, I gave away all the small sweaters my child wore. With the development of science and technology and the progress of society, there are more and more new sweater textures and styles in the market, and the price is getting cheaper and cheaper. In addition, the work is getting busier and busier, the pace of life is getting faster and faster, and there is no spare time. Maybe since then, maybe since my husband and children didn’t like to wear hand-knitted sweaters, those wool and sweater needles were gradually forgotten by me. Time flies, time flies. Unconsciously, wool and sweater needles accompanied me through my innocent childhood, ushered in brilliant youth, and gradually stepped into the middle age of sorrow and joy. Looking back on the past, I once devoted my deep enthusiasm and deep love to knitting sweaters. Clothes woven with love warm others as well as yourself. The mood of knitting sweaters in the past will never happen again in my life. Those warm days woven with wool seem to be classic old songs one after another, which have become a scenery in beautiful memories. Now I write it down in words and comfort myself. 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…