Psychological

The years were in a hurry, and the calendar drifted quietly from the title page of time one after another, leaving a string of regrets. The increasingly thin heart drifted on the branch of hope, and there was no place to stop, ask again and again, wander again and again. I wandered in my mind with the singing of the Internet, quietly feeling the feeling of loneliness, comprehending the enlightenment of life and sublimating my soul. I listened to yesterday’s music, wrote today’s voice, and all my heart went with the wind. I like to stare at the sky at that night alone, look at the twinkling stars in the sky from afar, and listen to the mysterious narration between them. I silently stood in front of the computer under the lonely light in the middle of the night. The inspiration was like a spring. Tapping the keyboard to my heart made me more moved today and the past! From the road of heart to the screen, let thousands of thoughts travel in the space. At this time, my heart is not sad but full of passion. I leaned against the window alone with the beautiful music, and endless reverie came into being. The road of life is too hurried, the ordinary time chewing the sadness of dreams, the bitter days looking forward to the light of peace, and the contradictory mood mixed with the vicissitudes of the world. Years are easy to pass, and years are easy to grow old. My emotions are never concealed or artificial. I like sincerity and magnanimity, I like magnanimity and generosity, and I like elegance and quietness. There is only one life. I love life and cherish every inch of time that belongs to me! I walked through smoke, haze, salty and astringent sweat and tears, and rough mental path woven by bitter and tired pain. Sometimes I feel very depressed, sometimes I feel very painful, sometimes it makes me forge ahead, sometimes it makes me laugh, let me experience different experiences in life, and make me mature. Looking back, there are thousands of tastes and feelings. In the gap of the emotional world, I draw the silk of memory, and life gives each of us the same thing. I also think of this sentence that I am familiar: no matter what you do, you must do it with your heart, which is not false at all. Love is pure, and any flaw love will not be happy. Love is not touching, not sustenance, not gift, nor will. Love is the collision between two sincere hearts and the everlasting protection between each other. I ran after the speed of time, walking on the difficult mental path, chewing the love memory expressed by words devoutly. I sing melodious songs to enter your warm dreams. I am waiting for your arrival, and I will kiss your God of Love far away. I feel life with my heart, taste life and understand the true meaning! A person can stand up again in adversity, show his elegant demeanour and realize his ideal and ambition. This is not easy, and it is also the most desirable thing in life! The sword blade is honed by itself, and the plum blossom fragrance comes from the bitter cold. The dark night can’t stand the sun, and the sun is always after the wind and rain. 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…

Wonder

On the second day after the end of the college entrance examination every year, the summer vacation of senior three teachers actually begins, and the school officially has a holiday for more than one month until the beginning of July. Except for raising flags on Monday morning and holding meetings occasionally, I mostly stayed at home. The changeable climate during that time often made me restless. I could not be quiet as a virgin, nor could I move like a rabbit. I shrank at home to kill time. The British called it kill time, and they didn’t want to do anything. Normally speaking, summer vacation should be a good time for teachers to relax physically and mentally and take charge of further study, but it is a purgatory for senior three teachers. After the release of the score line on December 20, I always saw those hard-working but famous pairs of eyes with tears shining in front of me, and my heart was as heavy as falling weight. In the study, I always felt that there was some inexplicable shaking when I held my breath and thought quietly, as if the thrilling play in 2008 had inertia on me, including when the next room was sliding the door, the shaking caused by a little heavier, I am very sensitive to whether it is an earthquake again. I also watched the flood of big rivers on TV, and the thunder and lightning began to sound out of the window taking advantage of the bustle. When the rainstorm was like a flood, it reminded me of the natural disaster that made innocent lives suffer. Especially when I thought that I was going to retire, that piece made me start and grow up in this place. Thanks to the hot land of this place leaving me, it made me sad. All these made me trapped internally and externally, and I was in a hurry. The nerve channels that made the words unimpeded were blocked, so I got lost, and I didn’t know where to find the spiritual conversion point, to dispel my difficulties? I still remember that a lively and lovely swallow flew in the sky of making friends on Netease, but soon it disappeared behind the white clouds, I never saw the light and flexible wings and the small tail like swinging scissors any more. Several years have passed, things are different from people. When I was about to erase that faint memory, I was familiar with Yan’s return. I finally found a colorful one in a field that was being reclaimed, the unspeakable Swallow’s Nest: The Moon House. Coming here is like strolling in the palace of art, so I always come here to step on it in my spare time to fill my eyes and ears. Influenced by the Moon House, I also began to work in my almost barren land and built my own Moonlight House, Being alone in it is an attempt to escape from the noisy and impetuous world where material desires are flying. The first thing that jumped into my field of vision was the two events of 2008, just like two mature silkworm chrysalis, who climbed first and broke out of the cocoon. In that year, the Red Cliff, a Hollywood-like Masterpiece by director John Woo, was grandly launched. When it came to the stage, it turned over the big world movie city located in the center of the city, I dare say that it is not the well-known historical story that makes people excited, but the several movie stars and those carefully shot ancient war scenes that almost amazed people can make the audience come in an endless stream. I couldn’t help myself anymore. I wanted to share the regret with Zhang Fengyi that the iron was not sold, and I also wanted to share the feather scarf with Jin Chengwu. I wanted to share the joy of the strong ashes in the conversation and laughter, I also want to sing with Tony Leung, Zhou Yu’s majestic singing of the long river, and of course I also want to see the beautiful image of Lin Zhiling’s little Qiao. But my daughter said: Dad, there are too many modern languages, and you certainly don’t like them. Then, a bantering language on Phoenix TV made me speechless: Zhou Yu: (to Zhuge Liang) why do you always hold a fan in your hand in winter? Zhuge Liang: because it can help me think. Just like when I was going to look at the wife introduced by others, someone said that woman was vulgar, so I was discouraged; Just like when I was going to have a rich meal, someone said that when I saw several flies buzzing on the dishes, I began to lose my appetite. So I wanted everyone to wake up alone, and never went to support Wu Yusen and the stars. Too many dramas such as “Red Cliff” made the common people of Limin stay away from history. Taking history as a mirror, we can know that xingti has become a weak call from distant mountains. I think Wei Zheng in Tang Dynasty must have taken calcium tablets with high purity in Zhenguan period, which became the pride and temperament of literati. He used the carrier of ancient Chinese literati to express their spirits, the four treasures of the study room, with a sharp word, li Shimin, who was satisfied, was also deeply moved by the writing of “remonstration of Taizong’s Ten Thoughts”; However, at the beginning of the current market economy, there were many fake and shoddy products, but I took many calcium tablets with low content, on the one hand, I let the spirit of overcast and downcast in the room; On the other hand, I became popular in the market with the promise of hesitancy. I kept my mind safe, but I had no time to comment for those blockbusters. I grew up not Qijia governing a life ambition, a lifetime unlearned, non-Hobby, non-specialty. When TIME has sent me to the setting sun of life and I am bored, luckily there is a moonlight House, which enables me to live in peace and enjoy myself. With the spiritual cabin, where can I settle down and spend the rest of my life? I remembered the Funan river full of poetry, where there were footprints and immortal poems left by Li Bai and Du Fu. Chengdu, the Southwest metropolis, has changed so much that it is dazzling and dazzling. High-rise buildings were lined up one by one, pulled up one by one from the flat ground, one by one, and had reached the third ring road. The West Sichuan Bazi, which was immersed in the honest folk customs and rich products, was taken into his arms. Liu Xuande, the great uncle of the Han Dynasty, and the generals of Sichuan were once prominent here. With the dance of Mr. Zhuge’s goose feather fan, he wrote down a brilliant stroke on this land. The thick history, the cultural deposits overflowing with poetic charm, the strong contrast of the times and the harmonious urban movement make this city have incomparable charm. Du Fu, the poet, once left a poem with sorrowful mood in Huanhua River in Chengdu, which made the descendants full of praise and has been winding up till now. Not only did the thatched cottage sing songs broken by the autumn wind, but also called thousands of Guangsha rooms for the poor people in the world; there is also a big mood drop when Jinjiang Spring comes to heaven and earth, but the vibration amplitude of spending close to high buildings hurts the customer’s heart is so large. The brushwork of the two poems of the poet talked about the housing problem. It seems that Chinese people are very concerned about having a comfortable nest. Over the past few years, we have been flying up like rockets, and the more and more amazing housing prices have made the wage earners flinch, making us feel that we have become aliens, and there should be no place for us to live on the Earth. When I thought of my retirement salary which was only enough to keep warm every month, I could only buy a house of 1/5 square meters, the sense of lack of money came into being. I was in pain. When I was in a mess, I remembered that the best place was The Moonlight House built by myself. Maybe I would be free there. 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…

Snow buried the way home overnight, who to complain about nostalgia

Sit quietly in front of the window and watch the night fall quietly. In the distance, the shadow of the mountain was gradually dark, and the sight was blurred; Nearby, the river was flowing leisurely, and the Reed on the bank was withered and yellow, shrinking, letting the cold wind blowing the reed leaves moaning constantly. The gloomy cold air weighed my heart a lot. The biting cold wind on the beach slipped in along the gap of the window, and the slender Jade hand held the fragrant tea and trembled slightly. In an instant, those words fermented by tea flowed in my chest with scorching temperature, circling in my body along the veins, burning my soul. At this moment, how tired I am. The journey back is as uneven as a plank road, and the disordered Starlight is as dim and colorless as cobblestones. Weather forecast, snow tonight. At this moment, I just want to wait quietly, waiting for a heavy snow, roaring to baptize me. I hope to release my exhaustion slowly in the white snow. How many homesickness in the world can’t be written until tonight. On my way back, I missed my seclusion and fell asleep in my mother’s arms. The night outside the window covered the Earth calmly, calm and persistent. Only the wheels played the empty vanity lonely with constant rhythm. The slightly prosperous place is the flashing lights of the distant city. I am filled with bitterness, and there are always songs and song lyrics played in the zither in my chest. The stone bridge lying in the south of the Yangtze River will show up in front of me soon. What else can’t be put down? Do you still need to struggle to breathe? Wait, wait, wait quietly, wait back to Jiangnan, drunk in the snow, what can be done. Alas, this snowflake is one month later than last year. I hope it can come to me tonight and fall into my heart! Come on, white snow, come on, God’s spirit! In the silent eyes of the Earth and the sky, snow will fall for them tonight, and snow will cover everything. In the glittering and pure snow, I will cross the clouds and the moon three thousand miles away, fly to both sides of the reeds with the wings made of snowflakes and the bitterness of homesickness, and end the journey of one thousand and one night, lying in the warm embrace of hometown, sleeping like a baby. Thinking of the day when the stars were very close to us, it is worth remembering forever. At that time, the seeds of hope sprouted in the field, and the ideal seedlings gave birth to the upward waist posture in the rain and dew of the season. The fragrance of soil nourished the developed root system with the grace of the Earth, the hard work watered the warm dream. From then on, the ideal boat raised the sail of spirit, pursued, strived forward and struggled hard, and drove the boat into the channel of hope with sweat: all the way to spring, flowers bloom together; All the way to sing and laugh, facing life. When the shaking smoke went through the ancient latticework window, when the cry of dawn singing the bright spring, at that time, hehe, at that time, the warmth structured the dream, and the plain drowned the magnificence, I feel that the saliva is so sweet, and everything I eat smells of wine. Sitting opposite to each other, sleeping on the floor. Guarding the earth and sky like this, connecting wheat and sweet potatoes, sorghum and rice with heartbeat and sharing happiness. I have written a lot of lyric tunes, and the lonely sigh has caused a disturbance. When snowflakes fall into my palm, what is the dew? Or is it a painful tear? Ask heaven, should we bury the pain or dig it? Ask the earth, should the ideal be soaked in poisonous wine or Meng Po soup? The Earth and the sky are always waiting in silence, so we have to entrust all our worries to snowflakes. Wait, wait, wait quietly for the falling of snowflakes, who makes life always wait in withering. I think, only love, only love can defeat the demons! From a broken foreign land to the home in my dream, the traveling bag on the back of a bent horse is endless yearning. Missing the beauty of the broken bridge decorated by the white snow; Missing the flowing water of the San Tan Yin Yue and singing the Bristle Feather of the Qianli horse; Missing the lotus fragrance in the yard of na qu gave birth to the beautiful fairy tale; I miss the lilac floating in the rain Lane and the celadon with Jade light beside the latticewindow; Besides, there is also the vicissitudes of willow growing at the school gate. Wait, wait, when a snow came, I believed that the stream of the tear gland would freeze and the sadness of the past would not flow again. I only showed the solemn mountain like embroidery in front of my eyes. Drop it, drop it, I quietly wait for this intimate snow. In the laughter, the desired Snowflake came quietly. It is light and floating like a rhinoceros, and its swaying posture is full of inspiration. The Earth accepts it with a magnanimous mind. The heating in the carriage was dissolved, and the strange faces also felt familiar; Outside the window, snowflakes fell on the Earth cultivated by sunshine, white and thick. The wings of Guiyan jumped across the window with colorful light and shadow. Hehe, it turned out that snowflakes also had colorful colors. This was a holy snow! There is nothing at first and last, and no previous life or present life will be investigated. Snowflake will bury all the logic of desire, snowflake will freeze all the truth of water, snowflake will crack all the weird curse. Snowflake makes the color in the mind more pure, and snowflake makes the self in the soul more mature. My inspiration came from the snow and quietly came to my home in my heart; My soul was soaked in the roar of snow and the dream wheel of hometown was running at a constant speed, snowflakes are falling. Snow buried the way home overnight, who will complain about homesickness? The treetops outside the window were covered with crystal clear ice flowers, and everything in nature was reborn in the snow. Soon, a new myth appeared beside the handrail of the Broken Bridge: The West Lake will witness a traveller coming back through time, pushing away the long-lost home with stubbornness and ease. Ha ha, just, don’t forget, enter the door and give aunt a light smile, that is the best painkiller, the first draft of December 17, 2011 Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…