Yilianyoumeng

Like walking edge. It is the same as Zi Ling in a deep dream. When I knew she also had such a hobby, I read the book patiently. It can be regarded as a perfect story, the comfort of epiphany after twists and turns. The same is romance, Yi Shu’s novel, after reading it, the heart will always be very painful, pain for a long time. I feel that I am a person who is extremely insecure. But I don’t know whether I feel too safe or not when I like walking. Maybe it is a desire to take risks hidden in the bottom of my heart. When walking, I always hope he is by my side. Hold my hand tightly. When I was out of balance, with his support, even if I fell down, I also had his arms. Yes, I believe that if this continues, he will eventually become more important than myself. I have never thought of such a life. Stay with one person and want to stay together forever. Before that, I am myself alone. But like Ziling, there was indeed a Chu Lian. The initial love is always profound and speechless. Destined not to be together. However, no one will leave a retreat for himself. Too many people all, resulting finally gonna revisit lover. However, in the end, we will still find another person to spend the whole life with him. So, which one is the true love? I think both are right. Just at different stages of life. However, when we support each other until we grow old, we will feel the true meaning of love. The initial feelings are more fresh and young passion. Our feelings, without much passion, are gentle things. Maybe feelings reach this level, but it is safe. The affection of two people who love each other too much is the stubbornness of human nature and not related to love. Ziling’s dream was born because of Chu Lian. But in the end it was Fei Yunfan who gave her a real and complete dream. Happiness is doomed. I hope he is my destined happiness. Poppy remember 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…

Love dyed three-month plain finger fragrance

Years of misty rain, fresh and sweet dreams, snap fingers for a moment, once again happy and affectionate in March, half a lifetime of fleeting years, a curtain of heart words, I don’t know when it will start, quietly sealed up, through the barrier of memory one by one, stranded on the annual rings of time, it is graceful and complicated. March is emotional, the time at the fingertips, walking in this season when flowers bloom and Butterfly Dance, a touch of tenderness is like water, inadvertently, hazy, long hair or skirt fluttering in the wind fly, whether, let me have a blooming heart, who else except me? Yes, never leave, wait quietly for the misty rain all over the sky, listen to its shallow singing and deep singing. March is a beautiful place where I live with water. There are warm sunshine, sweet flowers, ignorant running water, green grass, everything, hope and opportunity are tassels, stretching out from the blend of snowflakes, singing from the birds on the branches, playing from the drizzle strings, flowing out from the depth of the lover’s eyes —- the peach blossom in March is full of emotion, elegant and charming, smiling in the wind. It is famous for its purity, quietness, elegance and magnificence, which is as charming as brocade and as beautiful as rosy clouds, flowers are charming but not demon, elegant and noble. Since ancient times, fans come and go, people come and go. Tang Minghuang and Yang chaise great love for in Peach Blossom, every peach blossom, Tang Emperor will Mining peach blossom to beauty wear said: this flower most able to help jot, peach blossom saninhon. Going to the peach garden to enjoy the flowers will make people feel refreshed and delighted. It is really beautiful and picturesque, just like a fairyland. In ancient times, it is a paradise of idyllic beauty. There are poetic clouds and peach blossoms. Looking at that family, there are several flowers, I am only afraid that the East wind can do evil, red as rain falling down the window screen and the drizzle in March, gentle and soft, fluttering, sometimes graceful and flowing, sometimes light as smoke, neither tight nor slow, stretching, pulling the sky, connected to the ground, endless. It seems that there are many unclear worries, tangled and lingering. Sometimes the smile was so charming that it was like a fifteen-year-old girl, six-year-old girl, with her big eyes flashing shyly and her charming appearance, which made people love and pity and couldn’t stop. Sometimes, she murmured gently like a young woman with a variety of styles. She swept the village, fields, streams, climbing mountains and wading, making the mountain greenish, greenish and more charming, just like a beautiful ink painting, shining and colorful. The rain is flying all over the sky, disturbing and lingering. Who is the lingering yearning after being wet? Whose bitter and bitter dream is wet? Don’t be happy with things, don’t be sad with yourself, miss like rain, love like wind, smoke like fog, confuse memories, wander in the clouds, rely on the corridor of seasons, capture flowers into eyes, how amazing is it when you lock your eyebrows lightly and lift a wisp of flowers? March, birds and flowers; March, grass green song; March, Yan smile like flowers; Ink pen through time, touch my mottled emotions, unconsciously less fidgety, more layers of cool; I couldn’t help losing a little frivolous, and adding a few layers of silence. I was reluctant and timid. In your leisurely and affectionate dust, my dream was like breaking cocoons and turning butterflies, and my flashing hope gently enchanted the totem, layers of thoughts, Crystal like water, or stop lingering, colorful! March, like a song or a poem, is like a wonderful string. The voice of desire comes from the wind. I like it. I am alone, silent, watching the stream gradually warms up, letting it flow naturally, the faint spray, the gently rippling scenery is like an understatement landscape painting, winding and beautiful. The weeping willows on the shore are just like beautiful women with long hair. Ana is colorful and full of the charm of dreams. She is charming in the air. The emerald green is curling around the river with light carved flowers. If the weather is beautiful, when the setting sun slanting, the sunset glow is bright, sparkling, the smoke Willow shakes the shadow, and the wind touches the spring fragrance. At this moment, people are deeply haunted and intoxicated for a long time. The red dust in Zimo is like a flowing year. Time is just a platform. People come and go day by day, deep and shallow dust events meet, experience, pass through, swaying ink incense, the lingering memories, far or near, Bloom at the corner of time. A season of Love, a flower, a world of love, a curtain of amorous feelings make the sea change, pick a wisp of fragrance of flowers in March, treasure a beautiful feeling, walk on poetry, on the other side of the dream, listen to the rain and exquisite, sing and dance lightly, laugh at the smoke and rain, and look at the world of mortals lightly? 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…

[Jiangnan essay] hope

I haven’t been out of the house for many years, and everything feels strange. Fortunately, my house is built on the hillside with a high terrain, and I can see the beautiful scenery of my hometown standing in the yard. Spring in the Northeast is always so late, so late, and so anxious, just like a girl who is not married is reluctant to show up. After breakfast, I put on a piece of clothes and came to the courtyard. He was so cold! Quickly put his arm into the sleeve, riser raised his head. The clouds were rushing away in the sky. From east to west, they were crowded, as if the surging waves swept away the sun that had not been seen for a long time, and as if thousands of horses and thousands of troops on the ancient battlefield had smashed the beautiful sunrise. The bitter cold wind blew and blew the dry branches along the roadside, which seemed to wake up the sleeping land. The snow was falling, splashing on my face, and getting cold in my heart. Looking around, the vast expanse of white between the heaven and the Earth came from the pole of sight. The mountains are rolling, extending to both sides of the North and South, not to see its origin, not to mention its ultimate. Thousands of miles away, snow covered, like a quilt covered tightly. The agricultural proverb is good. This winter, the wheat cover is covered with three layers. Next year, I slept with steamed bread as if I saw golden corn, Red Sorghum, heavy wheat ears suddenly, a few clear birds. Looking at the sound, the fat sparrows on the low wall were singing loudly, playing the prelude of spring like a singer. Are they calling for spring? I in thought. Strange, Strange, the cloud gradually became thin, and the wind slowed down. The air seemed to be filled with the fragrance of soil, refreshing and comfortable. At this time, several cars with full load and output came from the township road, slowly drove on the road and stepped on the accelerator to run to the city. Suddenly, the bright sun appeared, staring at the round, big and red eyes, counting every backbone of the mountain carefully, just like a loving mother caring for her children. At last, it fixed its eyes over the small village. Look! The newly-built flyover, transversal Road and flying frame extend in all directions, just like the magnificent momentum of silver dragon flying; Look! Rows of spacious and bright brick and tile houses in the village make everyone feel bright when they see them; Look! Tractors, cars and motorcycles in the farmyard covered with floor tiles are vigorous and vigorous, showing the new atmosphere of Socialist rural areas. The great changes in my hometown are amazing. The brand-new village government buildings over there rose up, as if an old friend who had been away for a long time waved to me and invited me to see the chicken farm, cattle farm, coal Court, Wood company, building materials market, village primary school and so on over there. In addition, I also heard that cableway will be built over the small village in the future, connecting the east and west mountains to build parks, zoos and other entertainment places. The spring breeze awakened the sleeping land, and the birds sang cheerful songs. The village’s tomorrow will be full of hope, bringing happy life to the villagers here. The rays of sunshine also dispelled the haze in my heart. So, I went out of the house and came to the street, enjoying the sunshine to my heart’s content 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…