Those lost emotions

Reading Ju Meng’s long love poems and sitting in her words always make us imagine whether there will be different flowers under her wonderful pen. Her words always make our thoughts dance. Drizzle, sunshine, flowers and all the beautiful images are her lovers in her works. The breeze and the moon, the spring water Ding Dong, and the harmonious love are all permeated into our marrow, from the gentle poetic charm and dreaminess, we can feel the vast and remote in the desert, and the tenderness that can never be wiped off is like water. After reading her poems, there are clusters of roses. The purest place in my heart is pure, fragrant, lonely and beautiful. In the fragrant night, chant quietly this is a paragraph in her words written by a friend who always liked my love poem a long time ago. She spoke highly of the pleasure brought by my love poem, I also miss those days when I wrote love poems very much. I know that no matter how sentimental or lonely those days were, they were always touched. And I also firmly believe that only when there is love in my heart can there be wonderful love poems, otherwise the love poems written are crude and odorless. I can’t remember how long I haven’t written love poems. Maybe it is because living in the real fireworks world now brings me enough satisfaction and happiness, or my greed, I want to use a kind of simplicity and peace to absorb those long-lost real warmth as much as possible. I like this kind of real feeling. I can feel the real warmth every day when I open my eyes. Not only did I not write love poems, but I even wrote few essays. I comforted myself that I was constantly experiencing the precipitation of years, perhaps until a certain time, I should also change my writing style and attitude. But sometimes, when I am idle and lazy, I am still relatively guilty. Especially when I see some writers who are constantly improving and writing many excellent articles, I will ask myself: ju mengyouyou, how long will you settle down? Will those dreams of girl’s age gradually disappear in the stability of reality? I still have no answer. Ask myself, I know I want to pursue a kind of simple romance and beauty in the words, and I need the warmth of real and strong fireworks to fill the words, let those real words witness the years with me, and let those ordinary touches fill my heart all the time to make up for all kinds of regrets brought by some unsatisfactory life. I don’t know, when can I witness miracles? But I know that whenever the mood words are gorgeous in my pen tip, I am still a little complacent, especially when I see the payment notice, my vanity can also be greatly satisfied, it is as exciting as I received someone’s love poem. I understand that now I live in the real world of fireworks, but I still miss the man who called me baby a long time ago. I like his warm and affectionate voice, I like his romantic and beautiful confession, those vows to warm the dark night one by one, and those wonderful words to deeply touch the soul. However, now, those beautiful vows have disappeared, and that gentle and intoxicating voice has also disappeared. Maybe, like me, he no longer needs those love poems to keep warm, only real life is the foundation to make up for the inner heart, and those warm love poems are like the warm moon, which is still more lonely than our thin figure. Perhaps, we all need to absorb more warmth in the real world to fill the lost things in our hearts. I have always been very real, and the words are the same. I hate the affectation and falsity of moaning without illness. In my opinion, some pains must have their real sources. Otherwise, any beautiful words cannot awaken my soul, let alone enter the deep heart of my heart. Therefore, many people say that my words are very real, and they say something that can’t be expressed in their deep hearts, but they don’t know that when I feel painful, it is really painful, I didn’t exaggerate the feeling of heartbreaking at all. I even wanted to relieve the pain so as to make readers relaxed and happy. Today is my birthday. Only my daughter asked me what I wanted yesterday, and she bought it for me. I told her that she couldn’t afford what I wanted, and I didn’t like what she could buy. Instead, there was no need to waste money. After dinner, the master accompanied me for a walk. He wanted to invite me to drink cold drinks or eat something good. I always didn’t like junk food. Generally, I was full of food and didn’t want to eat anything, firstly, I am afraid that my body will be deformed because of being fat; Secondly, I am not in the mood of eating sometimes. I am afraid that the more I eat, the more I want to eat, which will become a bad habit. He also ridiculed me for fear that I would be angry and didn’t eat anything good on my birthday. I replied to him with a smile that those big fish and meat would not only waste money, but also make me fat. It would be better to live such a simple life. Walking together would not only have a good mood, but also lose weight, I can also enjoy some beautiful scenery. Thank God that you can remember my birthday. I don’t have to expect too much, and you really can’t afford what I like, why not let everything be within the scope we can bear? Besides, I have already passed the age of publicity and vanity. I thought the one who should remember this birthday would remember it. However, some people and some things will still fade with the passage of time, just as I am keen but have gradually moved away from my love poems. My birthday is the same. At most, it just tells myself that I am one year old. There is no need to struggle with the past and the invisible future. I still live in the present. I know, someone loves me deeply. Sometimes, some emotions also need to be precipitated. It is so deep that there is no need to express it in words. I haven’t read Anne’s Rose Island, but I still like to quote some of her classic words that others have quoted. She said with a smile: I have experienced many desolation of human nature and ups and downs of fate, we no longer need to devote ourselves to exploring the future ending. We know that we will grow up eventually. The pain will pass. And those who loved also disappeared. Yes, we are always waiting for those footprints of happiness. When you look back, they have disappeared. It turns out that happiness is ahead. Everything is so far away, and everything is so familiar. However, our pursuit of happiness has never changed. 2012.03.12 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. 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Splash ink, in the spring

In the morning, the breeze enters the room, full of ripples. I looked at the Dew hanging on the tip of orchid grass, and felt delighted. Spring comes to the world, dancing lightly. One night later, the winter jasmine unexpectedly bloomed, bright yellow and dark green, with picturesque inlay. The spring light is gently floating, it has the innocence like a child, and the smile is transparent. When the first ray of golden light in the morning sun passes through the atmosphere, through the clouds, through the streets, into the windows, and then softly falls on my eyes. I was awakened, along with the magical feeling like a sting, and also woke up from my body! Along the track of light, my eyes looked out of the window. There were large pink apricot flowers, groups of children playing, and light spots on the ground filled my eyes. Finally, I couldn’t wait to open the door and joined the peace. People with sunlight are warm from the hair to the soles of their feet. The sun is so beautiful, just like a beautiful smile! In an instant, the severe winter has passed away, and spring has quietly come to the world. Spring is a beautiful season, which means a vibrant beginning. Throughout the Ages, people have used almost all the beautiful words and verses to describe and praise spring. It is because everything recovers in spring, the scenery is pleasant, full of vitality and breeding hope! I like to live with dreams in the fantastic scenery. There are the companionship of gentle singing and the narration of elegant music in the dream. I have my own dreams, and only those who pursue dreams will have their own positive life. Who is willing to be lost in the prosperous world? One by one, I would sit alone in front of the window, thinking quietly. At this time, thousands of mountains stood in the night, and only the wind sang low! Farewell to winter, I walked into April and began to embrace my own spring! At this time, the warm wind brushed away the gravel in my eyes, and the glittering blue showed my broad loyalty, which made me believe more in the return of life and the deep feeling of land. Therefore, the rotating life raised my proud head again and scattered a song full of sunshine. A hurried morning, a hurried traffic, a hurried pedestrian. The wind and dust in the city all night, depressed, was washed clean by the morning fog at this moment. The fog drifted and became more and more thick. I lost my way, moistened the flowers, smoothed my heart and licked thousands of villages. Spring fog is a mystery, and the Sunrise reveals the mystery. Rush to the embrace of green and embrace the fiery bright spring. I don’t know whether it is the Green Spring or the spring that wakes up! The warm spring breeze blows gently, why is it warm and cold. The bright sunshine shows a bright smile, and it is no longer as lazy and lifeless as winter. Under the blowing of spring breeze, everything recovers, and the grass emerges sharp buds, tender and green, just like a newborn baby. The vigorous mountain stands tall, and the bare top of the mountain gradually becomes green and full of vitality. The trees on the mountain are dense, branches and vines are scattered, you climb me and hang in the breeze, you fight for me and spit out the green, you fight for the spring! The sky became pure and clear, the birds on the grass were singing heavily among the dense leaves, and the butterflies and bees in the sun were recalling the taste of the first love in the flower stamens. The air is full of the taste of spring fermentation, sweet, soft and beautiful. We met spring in this way, but it shyly left all the flowers and fled away. The sunshine flows quietly, shining on every cold corner. Cold Dew all night, this gentle love, like an imperial edict, raised his head in the unfinished tears! Some people say that spring is very beautiful, and everything is full of vitality. When you see it, you will feel relaxed and happy; When you smell it, you will feel refreshing; When you hear it, you will feel refreshed. Some people also say that spring is a little beautiful, but it is too frivolous, with less weight in it, which is not practical. In fact, spring has enough weight and charm. When you are disheartened, you may as well go to see the spring. The Vitality in spring can ignite your thoughts; When you are tired of the earthly world, you may as well go to see the spring and ask her to help you clean up the lead, return to Nature! Flowers show their faces in the chirping sound of birds, and there are still shy dew left on their faces; Leaf buds germinate quietly, peeping at the beautiful faces of flowers, showing lovely green as foil in a hurry; the white clouds in the blue sky were seen, making fun of Bud’s amorous feelings. It was comfortable to roll up and roll up, gathering and scattering, which had already turned the sky into joy; The mother-in-law with feudal consciousness saw it, and wanted to blow it with her cheek, but after all, I love the beauty of flowers and the immaturity of leaves, just blowing gently as a warning, but how can I hide the tenderness under this warning? Well, the flowers laughed, the leaf buds laughed, and even the white clouds laughed. My mother-in-law couldn’t help laughing, showing the kind wrinkles on the lake! Whenever I am in a bad mood, I like to walk aimlessly, very quiet. When I walk alone, I feel like a child, and I can’t help laughing, no matter I think of something happy or unhappy. Maybe it’s because of the joy from the heart, maybe it’s because of self-mockery. If you walk frequently, you will get something. Even though you have traveled this road many times, you will always have a new feeling if you walk again. For example, one meter of sunshine, a piece of falling leaves and a happy bird song may all touch one of my heartstrings! Although spring is coming, the wind is still very cold. On my head, white clouds fluttered with the wind, and at this moment, which gust of wind is my heart following? As if I am following the wind, maybe my heart is looking for spring with the wind? I walked in my own world and kept silent all the time, but I believe that wind energy can understand my silent language. There were more and more pedestrians, and the noise pulled me back to reality from my mind. The sky was still that Sky, the land was still that land, and the branches were still dry. I couldn’t help regretting! The spring of April is soft, falling like silk. The sunshine in April is so tender, not as anxious as autumn, touching the earth affectionately, like a kind and kind mother throwing love selflessly, and the corners are full of love, let the green come into everyone’s sight, urge the petals in the ticking of spring rain, breed fruits, and look forward to the harvest of summer! The spring breeze blows through the flying kite, bringing out the hope of spring, the reincarnation of spring and the exclamation of spring. Only when you stay in the spring light can you feel that all kinds of purple and red are not spring, and the awakening of all things is just the cycle of seasons. The Awakening of the soul, the exciting and lingering eternal complex are the deep thoughts of spring and the throbbing of life! Spring can have countless reincarnation, while life is just a wisp of fragrance of a month. If you have stepped into the threshold of spring, then make the flowers of spring to harvest the fruits of autumn; If you have felt the warmth of spring, then make the bees of spring to brew the sweetness of autumn; having integrated into the embrace of spring, then open the window of my heart, and let the surging passion be as red as spring with natural openness! Such a spring, drunk appearance. The indifferent flowing clouds are looking forward to the tender spring morning picture scroll. I couldn’t bear to write down again, and I was afraid that the drunken figure would disappear in the ink color. The lingering incense of ink drips silently; The dense ink of ink is in the Blue River of celadon; The scroll is shortened inch by inch in the plain white hands like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) I will continue to stay with this city in another way 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…