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Every time in the lonely midnight, when the night is quiet, I will make a pot of fragrant tea with a tranquil heart, let the tea that moistens my lips overflow my heart; Then light a cigarette, make the smoke around hazy eyes; Then sit in front of the computer and tap the keyboard gently with both hands, making your mood excited with words, jumping out the most beautiful chapter with sad pen and ink, for my scarred heart, pour a layer of heavy colours, indulged in the words in the music melody. Words are the sustenance of the soul, and I walk alone in my heart. In the long river of ups and downs in my life, I like to write about the humanity and worldly wisdom of the officials in my hometown. I also like to write about my travels at home and abroad, and I prefer to write my own nocturnal songs of the world of mortals. How many days and nights I buried myself in my words, and those fragments of memory scattered at my fingertips. There were Happiness, romance, sadness and annoyance in my words, all the mixed feelings are poured out in the words. Between the lines is the telling of the heart, which is the call of the soul. I irrigate my dreams with words, and look forward to the future with words. When I am sad, I write down the whisper of my heart with words, and pour out the endless Lonely heart words under the lonely light and Cold Moon; When I am happy, I let the words jump out the passion of love and the rhythm of life on the screen. When you are happy, the words between fingers are relaxed and lively; When you are sad, the words between fingers are sad and melancholy; When you are happy, the words between fingers are romantic and affectionate; When you miss, the words between fingers are painful and bitter. The ups and downs of mood agitated the words sometimes passionate, sometimes gentle, sometimes delighted, sometimes melancholy. Life is vast and time is long. Time goes by quietly in the years, and it is March of the new year in a flash. Although the south of the Yangtze River in March was chilly in spring, there had been a few threads of spring Twining on the branches, which was exactly the season when the grass grew and warblers flew, birds talked and flowers were fragrant. The green grass, the elegant flowers, the soft wind, the lingering spring rain, the sprouted Willow, the bright peach blossom, the whispering swallow; The picturesque smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I will walk into my words. I will describe the picture scroll of spring as much as I like, and I will give full play to my happy mood. There are romantic dreams and fragrant memories in the text, leaving my heart a warm beauty forever. I like writing, which tells my colorful mood every day arbitrarily. The horizontal and vertical of words are the life coordinates of my foothold in the world; The left and right of words are the blue sky of my life; The hook and fold of words, it is the ditch and the ridge on my long journey of life; The 1.1 of words is the rest of my heart as quiet as water after exhaustion. When I was busy, I could sit down. I was used to talking softly with words in the quiet night and letting my thoughts fly in the words. I am always touched by a kind of warmth in my heart when I walk in the room full of flexible words everyday. Many of my articles published in “red sleeves add fragrance” and “prose online” have been reprinted by many blogs and websites, especially those emotional words, some of which have been made into recitation works with both voice and emotion, and good words, some are made into exquisite Web pages including text, pictures, animation and video and audio. In fact, I know that I can’t write articles. The words I wrote before are purely caused by leisure and hobbies! Many of them are just their own spiritual dialogues! I think only words can show my feeling as before, no matter how excited I am? Or how painful and annoying? No matter how ambitious it is? Or how much I hate the sick? I can be vividly displayed between the lines! I wandered in the ocean of words and fell in love with words like this. In the words, I read the clouds, listened to the rain and invited the Sun and the moon. In the words, I wrote poems about love mu spring breeze. In the words, I heard the sound of soul flying. In the words, I saw the spark of soul collision. In the words, I felt the warmth of spring. Those words gathered in a low voice, letting the years erode the mood changes, turning into words in their own works, permeating into an emotional appeal, permeating into an atmosphere and engraving into a memory. This kind of memory will become a kind of eternity, which is the embodiment of my heart and the silent pouring out of my heart. A person’s life may not be long, but no matter what? As long as a fiery heart in my chest is still beating, as long as my hand can hold a pen to write, I am will not give up writing, I will continue to write! Enthusiasm is constant, and words are not 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…

Fish Sleep

Mr. Zhou interrupted me who was looking for a TV program. I was very surprised, and then I was dubious: no way? Sir asked me to see it by myself. As expected, at the leaning corner under the rain Stone, the fish closed his eyes leisurely and looked carefully. It breathed and sucked rhythmically, and really fell asleep, at this time, if you gently flick the outer edge of the fish tank with your fingers, it will immediately make you appreciate a real carp brace. That playful look and ingenuity make you full of joy. There are 8 small fish in my small round fish tank, including pure black, pure red, red and white, black and red, grass gray like Loach, watching them swimming around freely and without worries every morning, the beautiful fishtail shaking proudly shows off its beautiful patterns and big eyes like red beans to you, I really admire their fairy-like happy days! Unconsciously, I will also be affected by its happy mood, and all the troubles will be instantly wandered away by the fish. But today, the fish is sleepy, but they never wake up! Perhaps, is it tired of swimming? Although it was not the sea, the fish gave me a broad mind. Although it was not the wilderness, the fish gave me deep eyes. Although it was not the grassland, the fish gave me a vast expanse, although it was not the top of the mountain, the fish gave me the boldness of tolerance! The fish fell asleep, and slept soundly, very fragrant,,,. 2011, 12, 6 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…

Light Star

The weather is not very normal this lunar January, and the temperature drops as soon as it drops. The setting sun can no longer shed love, and it has already hidden into the mountains. You were walking on the street, carrying your lovely child behind your back. The child smiled and fell asleep on your back. He didn’t feel the cold of this evening, I lay on my father’s shoulder and fell asleep happily. I knew his dream must be very beautiful, and it must be very beautiful. I suddenly remembered that I once held your little hand and we walked through that lovely gray childhood together, but I never thought that our fate was so different, why! Sometimes I Feel Heartache. I feel like something has fallen, but I can’t pick it up. Today, I saw you again in this cold wind. I know that wherever you go, you are home. The occasional words made me stand in the cold wind and watch you pervading in the night. I really want to, but that is not forever. At this time, I realized that I couldn’t help myself; At this time, I realized that childhood was really a beautiful memory. The wind blew my hot eyes and told me that many of them were unchangeable and helpless. I looked at the cars shuttling between the roads, the colorful lights, and the flashing neon lights. I also thought of the sleeping child on your shoulder, the mother of the child, what a great and loving word, but where are you? Money is blind, material desire is rampant, are you really not going back?! The lights came into a sea of lights in front of my eyes. My mind was full of children’s sleeping smiling faces. I suddenly wanted to ask: son, is your smile happy? I really want to see my child’s smile today many years later. I remember a song called “star lights”, which lights up the way home for my child, then let the starry sky light up countless stars for you and your future! 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…

2011, life is as sweet as honey

Time is like a blink of an eye, fleeting. Unconsciously, 2011 has quietly gone away from us. It is the end of the year again. In 2011, due to my health, I asked for leave, left the students who lived together day and night, and came to Binzhou with my husband. The one-year life in Binzhou makes me sigh with emotion. Because of my work, my husband and I had to live apart for many years. I was in Heze and he was in Binzhou. Ten years of separation and the torture of common things have made me unspeakable tired. I feel that our marriage has turned on a red light. For life, I also feel unspeakable boredom. Fortunately, during the year in Binzhou, he took care of us carefully and thoughtfully, and also warmed my heart which was going to be cold. The most trivial details he cared about me told me, no one in this world loves me more and cares more about me than him. My heart is gradually melted by his love. I like writing, and my husband supported me silently without any complaints. Therefore, I spent ten months in the house we rented, finished my nearly 370,000-word-length debut “Angel shame”, whether well written bad, that’s my long pursuit and dream. I even submitted articles to Lubei evening news, but unexpectedly published four articles. I was delighted and excited, Excited, living in front of me finally unfolded a bright and beautiful picture. 2011, what excites me most is that my little daughter’s hip dislocation has been cured. She changed her whole body from plaster to bracket slowly; She started to learn to walk step by step from standing slowly. Maybe only we know the ups and downs during this period. There have been too many changes in life in the past 2011. My body gradually improved, my dream of writing for many years was realized, my little daughter also recovered to health, and our marriage was developing towards a better direction. 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…