No sleep tonight

At midnight in Dubai time, I stood on the balcony overlooking the deep night outside the window. The fishing boats moored on the Arabian Gulf were lit, and the neon lights of the tall buildings and buildings in Akiman were still flashing. Sleepless Tonight, I went back to the notebook pen computer, tapping the keyboard with both hands, flying words, smoking cigarettes in my mouth, smoking cigarettes one by one continuously, trying to paralyze my soul with nicotine, I fell into inexplicable thoughts, that kind of confusing feeling. Thoughts fly in my mind, and vague memories gradually become vivid. The long time is accompanied by a few sorrow, and a few happiness is silently reincarnated. The vast sea of people is rolling in the world of mortals. Who can tell clearly how many missed and gathered together? The past of joys and sorrows has gone with the passing of time. Age dream Hugh, empty smoke flow. Life is like a cup of strong coffee tasting its bitterness and savoring its sweetness and mellow. Give the day, so we have to endure the night. To give warmth, we have to endure the cold. To give happiness, you have to endure pain. After enduring it, it should be harvest. Most of the time, people can’t choose the life they want, but they can choose their attitude towards life and accept the challenges of life with a quiet, tolerant, confident, simple and strong heart. Sleepless Tonight, with thoughts flying. Dash sorrow? Dash insignificant? The memory once made my lonely heart lonely for many years. With the loss of time, the scars have been very weak. When I was about to forget everything, I still remembered everything in my memory. You had stopped in the deepest part of my heart, and I was alone in the lonely night. Distant how are you? Is there a little warmth in your heart at this time? Will you think of me tonight? Even if it is just like a flash of thought that a meteor falls across the sky, my yearning for you is getting stronger and stronger. Buddha said: only 500 times of looking back in the past can we exchange for a passing shoulder in this life, and only thousands of times of looking back can we exchange for a meeting in this life. The encounter between you and me in this life is the fate of the previous life? Tonight, let me miss you for the rest of my life. Sleepless Tonight, continuous lovesickness what kind of love is this? Is it ethereal in the boundless forest? Or flow in the long river of time? You and I have never met each other, but we encourage each other so seriously. You warm my emotions with sincere love, and you care for my fragile heart with beautiful gentleness. You are the waiting person for my past and present reincarnation. I have already felt that my future life journey will be full of warmth and love, and my life will also be bathed in spring breeze and pleasant rain. There is a kind of attachment in the world, a kind of fettering in the world, and a kind of love in the world, which makes people pursue for life without regret, that is fate. At this time, I was quietly enjoying the indifference and calmness in my life with the soft music “Sleepless Tonight”. I let the vanity of the world of mortals disappear temporarily in the lonely night, and put the fragments of my thoughts in a peaceful heart, the relief of mood and the collection of emotion make the writing full of fresh and tender feelings. Sleepless Tonight, I watch the night alone and taste loneliness, on the edge of dreams 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…

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Every time in the lonely midnight, when the night is quiet, I will make a pot of fragrant tea with a tranquil heart, let the tea that moistens my lips overflow my heart; Then light a cigarette, make the smoke around hazy eyes; Then sit in front of the computer and tap the keyboard gently with both hands, making your mood excited with words, jumping out the most beautiful chapter with sad pen and ink, for my scarred heart, pour a layer of heavy colours, indulged in the words in the music melody. Words are the sustenance of the soul, and I walk alone in my heart. In the long river of ups and downs in my life, I like to write about the humanity and worldly wisdom of the officials in my hometown. I also like to write about my travels at home and abroad, and I prefer to write my own nocturnal songs of the world of mortals. How many days and nights I buried myself in my words, and those fragments of memory scattered at my fingertips. There were Happiness, romance, sadness and annoyance in my words, all the mixed feelings are poured out in the words. Between the lines is the telling of the heart, which is the call of the soul. I irrigate my dreams with words, and look forward to the future with words. When I am sad, I write down the whisper of my heart with words, and pour out the endless Lonely heart words under the lonely light and Cold Moon; When I am happy, I let the words jump out the passion of love and the rhythm of life on the screen. When you are happy, the words between fingers are relaxed and lively; When you are sad, the words between fingers are sad and melancholy; When you are happy, the words between fingers are romantic and affectionate; When you miss, the words between fingers are painful and bitter. The ups and downs of mood agitated the words sometimes passionate, sometimes gentle, sometimes delighted, sometimes melancholy. Life is vast and time is long. Time goes by quietly in the years, and it is March of the new year in a flash. Although the south of the Yangtze River in March was chilly in spring, there had been a few threads of spring Twining on the branches, which was exactly the season when the grass grew and warblers flew, birds talked and flowers were fragrant. The green grass, the elegant flowers, the soft wind, the lingering spring rain, the sprouted Willow, the bright peach blossom, the whispering swallow; The picturesque smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I will walk into my words. I will describe the picture scroll of spring as much as I like, and I will give full play to my happy mood. There are romantic dreams and fragrant memories in the text, leaving my heart a warm beauty forever. I like writing, which tells my colorful mood every day arbitrarily. The horizontal and vertical of words are the life coordinates of my foothold in the world; The left and right of words are the blue sky of my life; The hook and fold of words, it is the ditch and the ridge on my long journey of life; The 1.1 of words is the rest of my heart as quiet as water after exhaustion. When I was busy, I could sit down. I was used to talking softly with words in the quiet night and letting my thoughts fly in the words. I am always touched by a kind of warmth in my heart when I walk in the room full of flexible words everyday. Many of my articles published in “red sleeves add fragrance” and “prose online” have been reprinted by many blogs and websites, especially those emotional words, some of which have been made into recitation works with both voice and emotion, and good words, some are made into exquisite Web pages including text, pictures, animation and video and audio. In fact, I know that I can’t write articles. The words I wrote before are purely caused by leisure and hobbies! Many of them are just their own spiritual dialogues! I think only words can show my feeling as before, no matter how excited I am? Or how painful and annoying? No matter how ambitious it is? Or how much I hate the sick? I can be vividly displayed between the lines! I wandered in the ocean of words and fell in love with words like this. In the words, I read the clouds, listened to the rain and invited the Sun and the moon. In the words, I wrote poems about love mu spring breeze. In the words, I heard the sound of soul flying. In the words, I saw the spark of soul collision. In the words, I felt the warmth of spring. Those words gathered in a low voice, letting the years erode the mood changes, turning into words in their own works, permeating into an emotional appeal, permeating into an atmosphere and engraving into a memory. This kind of memory will become a kind of eternity, which is the embodiment of my heart and the silent pouring out of my heart. A person’s life may not be long, but no matter what? As long as a fiery heart in my chest is still beating, as long as my hand can hold a pen to write, I am will not give up writing, I will continue to write! Enthusiasm is constant, and words are not old 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. 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Autumn Melancholy Sharen

Off duty, looked at dark and tearful days, to not going home? I some indecisive. Colleagues trickling away, someone from time to time reminders: Don’t leave!. I perfunctory and echoed, and continued to play computer absent-minded. My colleagues almost walked away, and old Su in the office said with a gloomy face: Lock the door! Poker-and-and this obscure days. I felt a little annoyed and couldn’t sit still any more. Before old Su stepped out of the door, I rushed into the rain with an arrow step. I just heard him shouting at the back: no umbrella! A breeze blowing, rain kissed my face, leaching heart cold. Rushing to the bridge, running to the street like a gust of wind, stretching out his hand to touch the rain, the lenses were covered with rain and fog, and there was a blur in front of him. He almost hit a speeding motorcycle and splashed a whole body of muddy water. I was so angry that I wanted to scold my mother. Before I scolded her, the motorcycle had already disappeared, and I was suffocated. Hey! Bad luck, it will rain, what else is the wind blowing? Hiding at the gate of the post office, it calmed down a little. The cellphone rang and I heard it. It was the driver of the passenger bus who invited me home. I shouted: I am waiting at the gate of the post office.. Finally got on the car, van is full acquaintances, different units with Catch a Car, car nodded is called greeting. Sitting down and closing my eyes, I slept in the downtown. I felt someone got off the bus. The fat sister sitting next to me said, “Of course I have to find it. It’s hypocritical to say some lies! I wake up, original is just get off of gave drivers for 10 yuan, turned away, driver shouted him money, he looked back with Money said: to find!. People who got off the bus disappeared in the rain, and someone asked: are you afraid of others’ anger? The fat sister said carelessly: Don’t tell lies if you are angry. It’s ugly. Everyone talked and laughed. I lost my sleepiness. When the car passed through the street in the rain, fat sister got off and gave the driver 10 yuan, saying loudly: find me 2 yuan. The driver teased her and said: No more looking. Hurry up, I haven’t got used to tipping yet. Fat sister opened the umbrella in front of the door and shouted. After the driver found the money, she waved her hand and said goodbye to everyone, and disappeared in the rain and fog in the evening. She always kept her mouth open and offended many people for no reason. The middle-aged woman who spoke, a colleague of fat sister’s unit. I said disdainfully: if everyone were so frank, Amitabha would be the only one who dared to tell the truth these days was rare animals. Car silent speechless. The rain was still raining, and someone got off the bus. I took the opportunity to give the driver 10 yuan and remind him. Someone on the bus smiled and said, “I still need to find it! A burst of laughter broke the dullness just now. After getting off the bus, I plunged into the rain and fog happily and disappeared in the amiable wind and rain. People Ah! I still like sincerity, but why does someone like to listen to lies? Is it the sin of those who tell lies or those who listen to lies? I wonder again, autumn wind and rain are sorrowful. 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…