Platform of her

If you ever got off the bus, for her! I also had this kind of wild thinking when I took the train. Now that she knows that she is just a scenery on the platform, then just think about it. There is no need to get off any bus. Although her scenery is beautiful, it is not fundamentally different from churches, yellow sands on the seashore, smoky villages, forests, black oak and red poplar. However, then again, if you really get off the bus for her on the platform, then she may be a small station or a big station in your emotional journey, it may even be the terminal! Thinking of this, I really wanted to write a song “N possibilities after getting off the bus” with Lao Xu, but I was so stupid that I had to stop it. Finally, I dare to ask my readers and friends, in this situation, I am so excited that you dare to get off here for her? 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…

In Twilight Walker

It faded away from its shyness and charm, and it was too late to be lingering. There was only warmth and brightness left in the air. Loquat is early yellow, pomegranate is like fire, flickering in the clear and clear smoke light, teasing me to climb up and face insurance. I always like to stand on the flat top of reinforced concrete, looking around disappointedly, overlooking the shuttle traffic and waves; I always like to walk alone on the ochre and brown cobblestone riverbank with the surrounding mountain scenery and a WHIP of residual photos; Or, climb the decadent peak in the trenches, look at it for a long time, and date the Cangshan Mountain like the blood of canyang. However, there is no cold in the air, and the sunshine is not heavy at all. Where should I look for the setting sun of my ancient road? A burst of firecrackers surged up, and it was sure that another treasure shop opened in such noisy and impetuous air. Finally, I lost my mood. It seems that such a season and such a sunny day will not have my love. Wait for rainy days. The rain really came. The Plum was yellow and it rained near dusk. He hurriedly took an umbrella and looked for the rain lane filled with lilac flavor with full hope. The passing CMB splashed a dirty mud on my trouser legs, then a motorcycle, CMB, and another motorcycle. They raised water all the way and laughed wildly. Where is the place where I am wandering? Only escape. Flee to the path between the mountains, to the Dingdong stream, to the pine forest with the breeze rippling. What’s more about the surroundings: The mountains are still green, the birds are still chirping, and the sun is still smiling like flowers, which one cares about your face and mood? Suddenly, my heart was relieved, thinking of the story that Zhizi suspected his neighbor. Yes, if you dress up in the mirror with a heart of sorrow and hatred, what you see in the mirror must be a sad face; And when you face it with a drum of joy, what is reflected in the mirror must be a bright mountain flower. The environment is made by the Heart: whether clove is sad or not, whether neighbor’s son is a thief or not, and whether dusk is declining or not are all in your mind. Everything is in your heart, the outside world will not change because of your mood. The green mountains are still the same, and the green water keeps constant. Dusk is dusk, why do you have to dig the long-weathered Tang and Song poems in this busy figure? Why don’t you go to find your own Inn, wash away your exhaustion, and make plans for tomorrow? For the endless travellers in the dusk, there is a ready-made poem for you: I must reach my goal before sunset, and I will climb the rough mountain and step into the gentle valley friends, be the Walker in the dusk? Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Text, women’s

I have always thought that words have a puzzling relationship with women. Some people say that there is a kind of sadness in my articles, some say that my mood is particularly sad, and some even say that I am a lonely woman. No, facing the sea, spring blossoms are my yearning, lively and cheerful, joking is my character, naughty and willful, understanding is my nature. -Text: The fence is sparse and sparse, but the text is just a cup of coffee, smelling the faint fragrance. Looking at the text typed under the keyboard, I deeply integrated myself into it again. A woman who is obsessed with words is as crazy as love. They like to walk in the world of mortals with a plain heart, looking for that kind of beautiful thing and pursuing that kind of emotion that makes them excited. As long as it is what they love, even the tiny flowers in the dust are so dazzling and fragrant in their eyes. Even though they could only sigh the pity of the bone along the river bank, they were still from the spring girl’s dream. Lovel was their constant yearning forever. They will never forget that they once loved each other so much. They loved each other so much, so much, so painful that they were willingly hurt. I always believe that the most beautiful love he has given is enough! I am a woman who likes words and sad music; Although sometimes words only make me more lonely, sometimes sad music only makes me cry. Almost all of my words are with a hint of sadness, and there are few people who belong to happiness. I also know my words, which can not be called an article at all, but a monologue of mood. Sometimes, it is more like a person talking to himself, and sometimes it is like sleepwalking. When people who saw my number added me from prose website, most people said: I like your words, which is a kind of slight sadness revealed in the words, just like being hurt and rubbed gently, it seems to be soaked in tears, and there is a kind of sad beauty. Someone says: You are a person who lives for love and dies for love, and your words are all love. Others said: You are very real, and you are a real person! There are also friendly criticisms from friends: why can’t you walk out of your narrow emotional entanglement. Why not write something meaningful? Some netizens asked, are you so sad and sentimental in your life? In fact, in reality, I am a carefree woman with a smile like a peach blossom. Life is very happy, very warm! Therefore, he would always pinch my face and say with a smile, “you little cheater, you will pretend to be pitiful! And I just held my mouth, a pair of grievance, pitiful look, actually secretly proud. I don’t know if it is too happy, so I need sadness to decorate it? Or do people have two sides, one is sunshine and the other is dark? Perhaps because the heart is real while the soul is sad; Therefore, the ten fingers are also dyed with the color of sadness. Whether you say I am moaning without illness or saying sorrow for giving new words, you are all real me. It is not written to please anyone, nor is it pieced together for whom; Whether it is written or music, it is for expressing and commemorating. For many times, words and music are a kind of dream sustenance. If the heart is there, the dream is there; If the soul is there, the words are there! The women who write are pretty. They use words to express themselves, dress themselves up and interpret themselves. In the world of words, they are as gentle as water and as spiritual wisdom as Fox. There are truths that have nothing to do with the world; Beauty that has nothing to do with appearance; Elegance that has nothing to do with the rich and the poor; Flexibility that has nothing to do with the outside. They are writing in the wind, wet in the rain, dancing in the snow and burning in the fireworks. Words are the whispers of women’s hearts. Words let women read life into poems, proses and novels; Words let women go there with quiet dignity, moving elegance, sitting dignity, line of cheesy beautiful scenery. Women use words to show their true nature, making the sweetness and bitterness in life, the oil and salt of daily necessities, the spring, summer, autumn and winter in life, the wind, flowers, snow and Moon, become beautiful words, and blossom surprisingly enchanting. Tired and tired, wandering in the world of words, looking for a sense of relief where words and heart meet. The woman’s heart is the beating notes in her writing. The Heartbeats and heartbeats aroused by love and love flow slightly in the words, revealing the fragrance freely. The heart flower is swaying in such warmth. Words about love can always be found in women’s words. Maybe she doesn’t have much experience, but she can make her life as outstanding as possible in words; Maybe she hasn’t loved it sincerely, but in the words, you can write dreams and idiots, smiles and tears, feelings and sorrows. The woman walking in the text is delicate and gentle, and there is a kind of elegance and pleasure in every smile. Women’s words are another kind of dance of women. The world changes, and the red, the green and the Green are all in her understatement. The woman in the text is simple and pure, with fragrance in the dark night and fingers like flowers. Ren Yun is light, the wind is light, and the years are deep. They stare at each other and smile, speechless. Words are the most faithful lover of women forever. Life and Death go with each other and never leave. The woman who writes with the soul as the companion, the words as the soul, entangled with the words, smart and affectionate. It will let women learn to forget the painful pain and the unforgettable oath. The words of women are the loneliness of screaming, the tenderness of love, the fragrance and charming perfume, and the high-heeled shoes striking the heartstrings. Words are the narration of women’s emotions; Words are the extension of women’s hearts; Words are the expression of women’s thoughts; Words are the memory of women’s world of mortals. Without words, how do women dream? Without a Woman’s Dream, will the world be colorful. Women who love words like to miss the past. It is often said that when one begins to miss, he is old. Although the appearance is not old, the heart is vicissitudes. They never forget those beautiful things that make people feel excited, mountains and waters, people and things, the outline is still clear, moving forever in their hearts, emotions never fade. I like words, but I don’t dare to linger on my past words, because every word reveals sadness and heaviness, I’m afraid that I can’t afford it, I’m afraid of the feeling of collapse, and I’m afraid that I don’t dare to move forward any more. When you are happy, express happiness and happiness between the lines and share it with everyone. When you are sad, let your thoughts jump between the lines and release those fruitless worries. When you are lonely, write a paragraph of words, write a kind of mood, the heart is no longer helpless. Words make women more beautiful, more calm, more calm, and more wise 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…