Mountain of memory

This is the only reason that mountaineer George maloli gave why he wanted to climb Mount Everest. I like the mountains, but it is not as vigorous and persistent as George, and the courage to give life at any time. What I like is a kind of light, like a pencil sketch, giving up that layer of bright color. There is often a scene in my mind, walking alone on a path in a remote mountain lazily, with the sunshine shining through the dense branches and shining stars, the sound of the stream hitting the stone was crisp and vigorous. Find a lawn, lie down, close your eyes, the whole person will feel extremely relaxed, a kind of touch from the heart, perhaps, you will think of someone, perhaps the closest person, maybe it was the kind I hated at ordinary times, but my heart was quiet and I fell asleep silently. This scene emerged countless times, where the mountain is, where the village is, where the childhood memories are. Just like a lightning passing through time and space, it is so clear and dazzling in the dark night sky. There is a kind of feeling that I am obsessed with and reluctant to part with, just like my father’s experienced hands who are full of ravines. Maybe one day they will be in great vicissitudes, but the lingering memory is a kind of eternity, beautiful and tall and straight. In the deep night, I was alone. Under the dim light, I lit a cigarette and went back to the past through the thin smoke. From tomorrow on, be a happy person, chopping firewood, feeding horses and traveling around the world. The childhood in my memory was that happy person, but we didn’t need to chop firewood and herd cattle from tomorrow. We also traveled around the world. The mountains at that time were our whole world. A group of childhood partners, holding their own cattle, walked into the mountain. Looking for a dense meadow to let the cattle play freely, leaving their parents’ vision, a group of wild children like crazy started their own practical jokes. We will chase each other the shadow of the old elder who is pulled by the sunset glow, we will carve our own name under an old tree, and we will pee farther than anyone else, we would secretly run to another hill and steal a bag of oranges from Lao Zhang’s house… Children in the mountains, the world outside the mountains, at the beginning of the dream, carry a bag to find the dream in their hearts. From a city to a city, the pace of progress did not stop, and the prosperity of the city and the streets with loud instruments gradually faded away in the flow. That mountain and that village can only be remembered slowly in the dead of night. Of course, there is also the old well that has moistened generations. Cutting trees, ploughing fields, spring and autumn, life in the village seems to have never changed, life may be very hard, but I have thought about that kind of life, this idea has always remained in my mind, perhaps the fundamental reason is that the mountain is there, and that attractive old well is there. 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…

Lonely dance is another Valentine’s Day

If I miss you most in a year, I will leave it today as scheduled, 2. 14. Western traditional Valentine’s Day. The meaningless amorous feelings were not washed away by the wind and rain of bachelors, but the deep-buried hatred had vanished in the current. Another Valentine’s Day, but it was destined not to be my waiting any more. No matter how you care for the flower stamens falling to the ground, you can’t change the fate of suffering without happiness. Maybe only at the moment when she disappears Can she understand what is the injured nerve and the biting pain. I was still lying in bed in the morning, so I received a message from my friend. Happy Valentine’s Day!, in fact, I couldn’t be happy, so I threw off my mobile phone lazily. I am afraid of going to the streets, and I am afraid of going to the streets alone. The unscrupulous performance of those innocent lovers in front of me is undoubtedly a blatant harm to myself, which will remind me of myself, when I think of those stories that were engraved on my heart, how to celebrate Valentine’s Day, I can only laugh it over. Downstairs is a flower shop. The landlady decorated the shop with colorful flowers as soon as she opened the door. She was waiting for those charming little men, delicate roses and Pure lilies. My fault was that I didn’t send a bunch of flowers to your downstairs in my hand at that time. I felt painful when looking at these delicate flower buds. The weather in early spring and February showed a little chill, but it couldn’t stop the enthusiasm of couples. However, the wife of shop-owner sneered casually, which was enough to explain everything. You can’t blame the scenery you missed for walking too fast, leaving nothing you want. We can only blame ourselves for being dull, so that some people can take advantage of it. The little ant nest destroyed our long bank of love for thousands of miles. So today, I can only live at home like self-comfort and enjoy the embarrassment of myself. The memory scattered all over the floor can not be restored to the happy territory of the past. The warm sun radiates out of the window, and no one can be found to be your ambiguity. It was too late, but I couldn’t wait. The wounds that couldn’t be covered by the fragrance of roses were staged calmly in the fearless shouts outside. Withered promises blooming flowers are like a kind of irony, which shattered this night that does not belong to me. I lay on the balcony and looked at the city which seemed not to be at night. Maybe it was only tonight that I realized that I had been living stubbornly and fighting with myself. If you believe in yourself, you can forget you. I think I have been living a low self-esteem. I can’t think about the next stop in my life. Because of your existence, I can’t see the scenery of tomorrow. It is also because of your existence that I force myself to live alone. Sometimes if you walk too fast, you will miss a lot of scenery. Therefore, I decided to stay where I was and never move forward. If I could hold it tightly at the beginning, would it be the same ending. I collapsed on the sofa alone, full of fantasy and desire in my mind. I have thought about escaping, whether I miss you or not. It is hard to go to the beach because of the water waves patting the bank. It is imprisoned in the water drops of missing and drifting with the waves. I thought I could get happiness if I pursued happiness boldly. However, my bravery didn’t change back to your care in the end. The romance in Valentine’s Day in the past was nothing but a farce that happened again and again. I tried my best to break through the estrangement between us, in return, you turned around without attachment. Now Valentine’s Day is coming as scheduled. Looking at the streets and lanes you have walked through, what reason do I have to remember all this and make myself feel better? Valentine’s Day Lovers Knot, the rotten flowers are eaten up by the airflow, and the joy is extremely sad. Time gathers time, and the premature annual rings are swallowed by the reality, which is too late. Who said that a person’s life is also good and unrestrained. I believe wrongly. My breath is far away from the Peace of your life. The stubborn memory of personality can only hide you in my memory, but I am depressed but Zhang Huang doesn’t bother you any more. I wonder if you are still conveying the unique ambiguity with those angelic eyes, and whether you will still convey the unique consideration with your warm body, but that person is no longer me. The unsatisfactory accommodation was doomed to fall apart on the night of Valentine’s Day, but before I could change, I was stumbled by the surging lonely tide quietly. I lit a cigarette gently and kept swallowing clouds and mist. Until Mars burned to my fingertips, I found that I thought a person would be so devoted. Many things were always like this. I didn’t regret until I missed it, only after losing can I understand to retain. Thinking replicates the memory of yesterday through time and space, and the body recycles in reality and suffers from the vicissitudes of soul. There is no difference between right and wrong in the world of love, only suitable or not. When the ends of the world are poor, there is only endless lovesickness. I think what I can do is just like this, thinking about you quietly. When I opened the curtain, the moon was thin and the sky seemed to be bright soon. It was another Valentine’s Day and another sleepless night. 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, White season

On the Broken Bridge and the West Lake Bank, who is the cold moonlight on the river. Withered Lotus residual, Saibei days, equal shares to Jiangnan. In December, only a few fallen leaves shook the fleeting year carelessly, and the whole city fell into a barren land. 1.{There is no pity for the flowers falling by the Broken Bridge on the Yi Road. Why does the flower people go to the other side of the year after year} on that day, Juanzi suddenly sent a sentence on Q: YZ, I feel there is no passion in life. Dear, I wish I am a candle light. Although it can only shine slightly, it can guide the lost people and make the vulnerable people no longer confused. I want to comfort you, like a wise man, like an experienced old man, but I am a little girl just entering the society like you, and have the same melancholy as you. Dear, I want you to get out of your confusion and meet someone who knows you and can make good use of you, so as to give full play to your intelligence and wisdom. You are quick-witted and eloquent, and I will never be able to catch up with you. As you said, life is too short, how can we take every step in this short life, then when I recall it one day in the future, I will not regret for wasting my time, nor be ashamed for doing nothing? I have been thinking, thinking. I still remember the days when I sat at the same table in junior three. At that time, we looked at the stubborn weeds outside and sighed for a long time; We wrote letters in high school, and at that time I became a stamp collector, perhaps what is collected is not stamps, but a mood. Later, in the three years of university, we were all lonely and happy in our own world, and there were only two or three letters back and forth. It was such a faint friendship stretching till now, thick and pure. Since Li graduated from Shanghai, she seldom contacted her. Hearing that Juanzi said that she worked in a newly opened hospital in the county, she sincerely wished that she could find what she wanted, I know Li has been pursuing it. We are ordinary people who are not willing to live a mediocre life, so we leave the fleeting time behind us in the struggle and contradiction. Yulian has become a mother. I think she is the happiest among the four of us. Find a good person and get married. What a real word. People who wish happiness will continue to be happy, and those who haven’t found happiness will see happiness at the next stop. Mom said: life is made. Predecessors also said: The road is coming out step by step. But I am really scared. I am afraid that only myself standing alone in the wind and rain will still achieve nothing in the one-way street of my life after my years pass away. Sometimes I also said to myself, “Why do you think so much? Many friends around you are also like this, and they will not be so alarmist. Just walk slowly. Juanzi also said that she wanted to find a way to make money quickly. Dear, what else can we do except struggle? I remember that Yu Minhong once said in an entrepreneurship speech: who said that everyone is equal in the face of opportunities? New Oriental believes that the spiritual property of personal struggle and success will always be poor and rich. On the vast shore of life, you should proudly tell the world that you have pursued and struggled. You have never given up hope and never stopped fighting for a glorious life. And the world that has created everything will also answer you proudly and happily: as long as you struggle constantly, life will eventually be brilliant. This passage is given to you as well as yourself. Let’s encourage ourselves by this! There are always too many ups and downs on the road of life. Those helpless things will eventually become the past. Bury all the wounds in the fleeting time. Don’t look back! You must believe in yourself. As long as you find the right way, work hard and make progress, you can also find hope in despair. Ordinary life will eventually shine brightly. 2.{Relying on the threshold of winter, my thoughts are coming and going in the wind, and what is roaring is loneliness} if there is love in this world, why are there still breaking up? Love is not unreliable, but too precious. It is too difficult to start from day to day. Wang Guozhen once said that the road of life was rugged and bumpy. It was really not easy to maintain the initial romance. If love and friendship can only choose one of them, then I will choose friendship without hesitation. Love can withstand strong winds and waves, but can not hide the details of life; Although friendship is plain, it can withstand the wind and rain. The long stream of water is the love in real life. Only in the long life can you realize whether he or she is the one who will accompany you through the long life. But when you really realize it, when the test is over, the whole life is almost over, so love cannot be tested by marriage, because the cost is a lifetime, or half a lifetime. No matter love or friendship, as long as there is love in your heart, it will be beautiful. Like words, it is a gap in the soul. Many thoughts that cannot be confided to relatives and friends can be transformed into words. My words are for strangers and myself. I don’t like my relatives and friends to read my words. I am afraid that they will catch the footprints of my thoughts jumping in the space of words. I am afraid that they will understand the heart that is not known to him, after all, I need to have my own private space. I have always been an unfettered person, who is free to come and go and can afford it. Although sometimes I am infatuated and never forget it, I can do it without hesitation. It is still the same as when I was a child. I don’t like to compare with others. I just do myself simply and coldly. On that day, a friend who was engaged in editing asked me if I had the idea of doing freelance writing, and he also said that he doubted whether he would bring me into the book industry. I laughed and said, just follow the fate, don’t go wrong. In fact, I have always known myself a few kilos and a few taels. After all, Taoism is very shallow, expressing only the ego, just a world of ordinary children. He told me that he was going to publish a book about writing women, and the outline was also listed, but he still didn’t know where to start. I told him not to write deliberately, but to stand in the crowd and surpass the crowd. I recommended uncle Zhai’s blog to him, so that he could see Uncle Zhai’s drunken love Red Group. I dare not say it will be useful to him, but I am sure he will gain a lot after reading it. What comes to red sleeves is more to pass the time and cultivate your sentiment. Some of the essays that participated in the red sleeve Forum were not for entertainment, but just for a lively scene. They just wrote such an article, so they went to make up their numbers. I feel the most in beauty, because there is still a responsibility there, please forgive me, sometimes I am very serious. I am still persistent for you in the virtual world, which is to maintain a pure land in my heart and to open up another wasteland in my life. Spring goes to winter, waiting silently, even if you just come to see nothing. That’s all. {In fact, it is very implicit, in fact, it is very restrained, I don’t know how high it is, it is just stubborn.} Day and night turn prosperous and lonely game in this city I am you used to be too desolate and too long, what can I use to kill the boring time? The light starlight at night, I looked up and saw the beautiful moon. Has the Guanghan Palace ever changed? Those people and things in memory sink into the bottomless ocean in the heart, those ideals that once persisted silently and those beliefs that once remained unchanged, are they all right now? The wind in a cold night cannot open the door of my heart full of dust. You are the past that I cannot mention. The night alternates with the day. They have a tacit understanding. They exist and stay together in a special way. There is no loneliness, no boredom, and more importantly, there is no separation. How can I spend the idle time at night and day? It is also a pastime to watch movies and TV plays to kill time. Recently, I have been watching Qian Duoduo’s marriage notes. Maybe watching such TV series can make people feel beautiful and warm. Although she knew that she was not Qian Duoduo, she had a good job. Although she didn’t become a director and was fired by others, a thin camel was bigger than a horse, at least she also had Xu Fei who was both a junior and a superior, and once pursued her. Later I positioned myself as Yuanyuan. Although she was a little silly in the eyes of ordinary people, when she saw her abandoning her rural partner and coming to Beijing alone, she gradually began to learn and find a job, xu Fei was sitting alone on the road after she failed to submit her resume to sister Duoduo’s company. What she said instantly made me burst into tears: I just want to have a foothold in this city, just like sister Duoduo …… when I have money, I will send my parents to Beijing as well. It was a simple and simple idea, and I was deeply shocked by her at that moment. I think a person who is persistent in striving for his dream will always be beautiful. People and things of the company are rarely mentioned in words. The reason is very simple, you can guess. Recently, I can see sister Ma’s mood in the space at every day. Generally, there are only two words to get up. The weather was getting colder and colder, and suddenly I remembered the office workers who were crowded in the subway and bus. Suddenly I felt a little distressed about them, and I was most afraid of winter, although at this time I could only shrink in the small room without heating pitifully, but at least commute without go out. Sister Ma is a little fat. Doudou likes to call her aunt Doraemon, which is a lovely nickname. Women are beautiful because they are cute, not because they are beautiful. I think this sentence is very suitable for sister Ma. Sister Ma is a person who seems careless but is actually very careful, and she is also very good at speaking. I really admire her from the bottom of my heart. I know whether it is my colleague or my roommate, they all have places where I need to learn. Maybe I should really thank them. After all, in this strange city, the long season is accompanied by them. I hope we can all be well in the future world. In fact, it is very implicit and restrained. I am not clear about my height, but just stubborn. I have always been a child who is not good at expressing, and I like to explain all my moods with words. After all, life is too short to be brave, not too high! Whatever you want, but you really don’t want to go against yourself. Sometimes I wonder what will happen in the end, and I don’t know what I insist on. Yes, what will happen in the end? Is it lonely or happy life? 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…

liu yue mood

It was originally green, fat, thin, red and green leaves. The scenery was warm and the world was relaxed and happy. My heart should have been like this, but the helpless June was a good season for field people to harvest. The continuous drizzle makes people feel uneasy; Although I also want romance, my words are also empty, and I also want to be natural and unrestrained deep in my heart. After all, I am an ordinary person, and I want to eat fireworks. It’s none of my business. Own ground to sweat; Father-in-law of I need borne. The courses in the school can’t be delayed. The county will hold the track and field sports meeting for middle school students in August, and report the list of entries around June 20; The final exam is imminent, there are too many things that make me out of breath to eat people and get the salary. The poet is also grinded into a mediocre person, so it is difficult for me to be warm; It is difficult for a poet to have a poetic heart, but a good scenery has no good mood. I also want to make my words more fresh and charming, but life is like a ruthless lover, cruelly torturing my teacher’s heart and poetic heart. The wind and rain of life are so ruthless, all your romance can only be turned into real, and any ethereal beauty and rainbow like clouds are a kind of extravagant hope. I have to be the slave of life, the mediocre of reality. No matter how romantic it is, it won’t help. When I am tired at dusk, the setting sun is full of tears, and the bright moon is full of my sad soul. I am not a person who hates Labor, but in June, I was moved by the mysterious state, and it was hard to write the fascinating elegance and emptiness. Without patience, I have to put down my teacher’s heart; I know that the warmth of soul needs the cultivation of soul; The poetic things in life cannot be achieved, and I turn poetry and passion into hard work like cattle, only the cultivators of life have the opportunity:: to write their own pursuits and ideals in dreams, and to write the heavy verses like wheat ears with sweat and diligence. The mood in June is really helpless, the hard life made me come true; The clouds floating in the sky could only be excited in my heart, and the exhaustion of singing had withered the inspiration; it is a hopeless luxury to find an elegant mood. My soul is faintly painful. No matter how beautiful the scenery is, it can only be said to be useless. The hardship in the countryside makes people helpless, and the heaviness of life and career make people suffocated. I know it’s hard for my friends to understand. But life is like this, all romance will disappear, and all poetry will disappear quietly. I wrote down the real mood in June, but I had no choice but to use these warm words, taking away the haze in my heart, I ‘d better leave sunshine and rainbow in my heart. I will always remember the truth of life: without cultivation, how can I gain? 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…