Train (piano stage art)

I don’t remember when I left the train tickets on purpose, so I put them in my wallet one by one until there were too many tickets. During this period, some of them were confiscated ruthlessly during outbound ticket checking. One by one, new or old, full of the smell of RMB. Some of them were full of footprints because they slipped on the ground accidentally, and they were put for too long, which made them quite vicissitudes and nostalgia. Some failed to avoid the spot check of the flight attendants in the carriage, and were full of messy ballpoint pen hooks and forks. Looking at it, it was like a painting just copied, which was poured some ink abruptly. It was horrible. The edge of some tickets left the cut-off gap. I once thought it implied something. Of course, it first proved that I am a legal passenger who took a car with a paid ticket, but at the same time, I also lost the right to choose to turn back, so I had to go forward with the car. My friends, love, stories, scenery and time who stayed in the past cities will soon be lost in my life. Some will disappear forever, and some will exist more deeply. Think of Mr. Lu Xun’s words. The past life has died. I am very happy with this death, because I know that it once survived. Yes, I know they have survived. Some ticket centers impressively printed a red character, sitting in the small red circle steadily. I think after many years, this may also be a thing to be proud. I can take it and say to my children, look, my mother went there when she was a student. The implication is that only when you are young and frivolous, cherish and work hard, can you go to a farther place and a wider sky. Just as my good friend told me: people should not limit their eyes to explore the world because they grow up in a small city. This is probably what I said. A mother told her sensible daughter that her daughter was my good friend and told me again and again. It is nothing more than those cities that come and go. Some familiar people can even write down the number of trains. When the train arrived, I stayed for a short time, sometimes for a long time or for a long time. Gradually, I felt that I didn’t belong to any city any more, even the hometown where I was raised. I ran away with my hometown, but returned to my hometown with foreign land and prejudice. As time went by, she changed, so did I. Living in a new city does not mean understanding this city. I just lived here, like an animal migrating with seasons. Maybe I will come back here when spring is warm and flowers bloom, but at that time everything was strange. But who will know the things after many years. I think that is the case for most people. Everything in the world is just like this, like love, from novelty to plain, and then to strangeness. We all say that life is a journey, a little long and a little short. The carrier of this trip is the train. Most of the time, a narrow carriage is loaded with far more wishes and waiting. Catch a temporary meeting in different places. Go to a youth feast of love. Visit an old friend I haven’t seen for a long time. Or start a new study and work after a vacation of rest and wasteland. Or escape from tired people and things, hoping to find the courage to start again in short walks and strange places. They are like floating dust exposed in the warm afternoon sun, wandering in the noisy and crowded carriage. Meet each other, greet each other, or stay alone, silent, or sleepy. Most of the time, we don’t know where each other will go, but only know that it will be a certain stop on this fixed route. In the plain and lengthy journey, people who had never met each other unexpectedly met each other and talked happily, killing the lonely and boring time. Sometimes people will speculate on a person’s occupation and self-restraint according to his or her clothes and appearance, so as to decide whether they are congenial to each other and have a pleasant conversation. Or too lazy to be like me, most of the time from beginning to end, I only read books, stunned and slept. After all, taking a bus is already a tiring thing. Nobody cares about the true or false in the conversation, just like the street talk after dinner in daily life, which is a luxury in the long life, just to decorate other people’s life. In other words, what can happen if you care about it, but give some sympathy, controversy or praise to gain some others’ ways of doing things. No matter how many sincere or glorious elements of humanity are contained in it, only oneself knows clearly. I remembered Bian Zhilin’s poems. You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery. People watching the scenery are watching you upstairs. Mingyue decorated your window, and you decorated others’ dreams. There are also some times when we can put down all our guard and concerns and exchange each other’s worries heartily. It can be a sad relationship in the past. The impression of a short-lived city remains in my mind. A prejudice that knows little about constellations. A popular movie recently. A very popular social event nowadays. Everything is just because we don’t know each other, and we won’t know each other. People who meet by chance can often ask some in-depth questions and get real answers. Because they are just passers-by in each other’s lives. At the moment they leave the station, they are just strangers in the bustling crowd and will no longer remember each other. I didn’t know each other’s names, and it was impossible to see each other again. Just like an assassin who was about to die, he could only seize the last chance to put all his eggs in one basket, be brave and fearless, wield his sword in the sky, and gorgeously interpret it as the meaning of a monarch as a minister. After that, let the history tell it. Anyway, there is no longer his history. You once told me that life is a train, and everyone gets off at every stop. On the train that belongs to you, we greet each other, talk, sing, stay silent, walk and spend some time together. I hope that you and I just meet by chance. But they all had a sincere heart. Just like passengers and ticket sellers. I remember you, and you won’t remember me any more. Just like tickets and gaps. I remember you, and you won’t remember me any more. 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…

Woman such as flower

I have a flower planted in my heart, which is in bud and faint. I am waiting for the dynasty and the Twilight. People with heart come to dream, women flowers, swaying in the world of mortals —– women are like flowers and dreams —- like spring breeze coming and going, women are like flowers and flowers like dreams, fate does not stop, like spring breeze coming and going, women are like flowers and flowers like dreams, women are like flowers and dreams. Women are like flowers, flowers are like dreams, a song of Anita Mui, deep and graceful, touching the heartstrings of countless people, making people intoxicated for a long time —– women are like flowers, flowers are beautiful, girls are like poems, fragrance is overflowing, the feelings of young girls are always poems written by Liang Yusheng in the tenth chapter of “record of ice washing sword”: the heart of middle-aged people is as strong as wine, and the feelings of young girls are always poems. Young girls are beautiful flower seasons and innocent, full of romantic expectation and yearning for the future, it is as beautiful as poetry. Just like fresh gardenia, pure and spotless, elegant in the wind, attractive fragrance, how many people stop to look back! Women are like flowers, and young women are the most charming and kind, romantic and enthusiastic, just like blooming cherry blossoms in full bloom, for work; For lovers; For children; For parents, they work tirelessly and use their own gentleness, amorous Feelings, sweetness, tolerance, in the busy life, fully present, give your gentlest feelings, the deepest love, the most sweet words to the closest people around you, without complaint or regret. Women are like flowers. Women are sincere and calm, and not changeable. Unlike men’s carelessness, women are the most natural and purest. No matter wayward, naughty or spoiled, they all put down their self-esteem and persistence, from the bottom of my heart, I naturally indulged myself like a flower, showing my truest side; Women like to be sentimental, touching scenes and feelings, which is different from men who can drink wine to drown their sorrows when they are sad and depressed. Women just feel sad silently, bear or cry silently, just like the sad clove in the rain, melancholy and gentle amorous feelings, so graceful, flowing —– in this world, women are flowers on the ridge, men are flying butterflies. Life is gentle and lingering because of women. Leaning over thousands of mountains and rivers, women are a colored pen in the world. The world is so colorful, so bright or colorful. If there is no woman like flowers, there is no beautiful scenery, how can we talk about wonderful life? The world of mortals is like a dream, and women are as colorful as flowers, with various poses and tender feelings; Women with all kinds of amorous feelings; Women with various charming styles; Women with pure and elegant colors, and women who like writing and dancing, there are women who don’t like red clothes and arms, and also women who hate evil as hatred —– all the world, no matter that kind of woman, it is just like a rainbow decorating the boundless sky of the crowd, with the lingering fragrance. A woman’s face is like peach blossom; She is full of purple and red, with a graceful waist. A man who appreciates flowers likes the fragrance of flowers; She likes the charm of flowers; She likes the temperament of flowers, and a woman is like a flower and a dream, which is amazing and, they are the most faithful flower protection messengers worthy of the name in the world. Looking at an elegant woman is like opening a soft and gentle prose, which makes people have endless aftertaste for a long time; Looking at an elegant woman is like listening to a romantic song, which makes people go back and forth; looking at a graceful woman is like a pleasing painting, which makes people stop and linger for a long time; Looking at a beautiful and cultured woman is like tasting a cup of fragrant and mellow coffee, which makes people soul-stirring. Looking at the charming woman, it is just like what Li Qingzhao, a lyricist of Song Dynasty, described in “drunk flowers and Yin”: After the dusk of wine, Dongli has dark fragrance. Mo Dao is not fascinating, the curtain rolls west wind, people are thinner than yellow flowers. It makes people feel that women after dusk are like wine, enchanting and gentle, making people happy and lingering, making people fall in love —- women are like flowers, flowers have the charm of flowers, women have the tenderness of women, if women are water, then a man is a fish. If water leaves a fish, there will be no spirituality and vitality. If a fish has no water, there will be no life and no vivid life. The moment the fish and water meet, they cast their deep feelings of Yiyi, the water flowers lifted by the breeze, witnessed the deep and shallow days, and smiled the most beautiful romance in life. Women are like flowers, tender feelings like water, dark fragrance full of sleeves, fantastic marvellous charming, elegant and graceful like poetry. With the most beautiful charm of themselves, they smile lightly with flowers. In their own days, it opens into a sea of flowers, not coquettish, not coquettish, pure heart and elegant, soft and tender, with incomparably charming lingering in the shallow world of mortals. As time goes by, women are like flowers, and beauty is in it. Women open the door of four seasons of life with devout hands, with beauty and happiness, dancing romance with time; Women are like flowers, snap their fingers for a moment, and years are ruthless, the beauty is easy to grow old, and a gorgeous turn turns around, like a lotus blossom. In a flash, the elegance is not there, people go to the building empty, leaving a pool of petals alone, the beauty is fragmented, gently encompassing a pool of flowers, jumping tenderness, it is beautiful enough to dance a song of colorful fragrance of fallen heroes, be addicted to the whole city, dye your fingers with fragrance and recall the fleeting years! Women, like flowers, like dreams; Like poems and paintings, or like water, as pure as wine, whether they are young girls, like poems or old people, all have their own merits; Each has its own charm; All kinds of charms, like flowers, are graceful for years and bright. Time is like water, and women are like flowers, which flow down in a hurry. Please let us treat ourselves well, watch the morning and evening flowers, laugh at the birds and flowers, why not hide the mountains and rivers, make the wind and Moon, drunk and lie in the world of mortals, leave a calm and tranquil heart. If beauty is first seen, why not do it? —- 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…

Notes of summer work (III)

In the hot sun, the hot stream of people, the gentle smile flowing on the corners of the mouth, mixed with salty and astringent skin. Dragging my tired body all day long, I ran in the arrogant and arrogant world. The face which was soaked in the secular world, like the stinky decay in the gutter, permeated in the wind, and remained the bloodthirsty ghost without revealing all kinds of colors. Distortion, the remains of self-appreciation in reality, cheap, like the tiny dust of the vast world, the wind blows, running around. My value was placed on the ugly and unequal balance, crumbling. My work was stopped beside the pool baked by Du Yang, and was laid by people. For the first time, I felt that it was cheap, and that kind of bizarre deviation from the value ratio of pay and harvest. Bitterness destroys the body, sadness bites the soul. Yu Xiang is shallow, just for the amazing joy of the Dragon Gate. We forget the hanging beam of head and fade the piercing stock. With the lowering of the threshold of university, we are gradually demoted and gradually become ordinary without any halo. Looking at the stream of people pouring out from the campus, my classmates joked that they were like a group of migrant workers. Although the words are not true, it is a very realistic problem from another perspective. There are too many college students and things are rare. This kind of depreciation is just a logical thing. I was crazily basked in the sun, as if I had found a very supportive reason. Friends often say that the money now is almost not money. The soaring speed of prices caught up with the running of planes, and they didn’t mean to stop. With the expansion, all values are shrinking, including US, becoming high-level farmers who know a few words. After enduring hardships, I only hope to graduate. After graduation, I live on the streets. Sometimes we feel bitter. We don’t know whether such investment is cruel to parents with white hair. But the reality is that we really need a diploma. This kind of embarrassment is just like that hepatitis B patients are admitted to have the right to get a job, but no one is willing to give him a fair chance. Cheap College students are just like the deformity born in this incomplete society. To end this kind of pain, only at the moment of the end of life. In fact, this kind of embarrassment is more or less related to ourselves. We lost our way in decadent places such as Internet cafes, ktv, night clubs and so on, singing together every night and wasting our spring flowers. How many college students have done something that makes the society headache and sad, which makes employers angry. Countries in Great rejuvenation journey real difficult to the number 1.3 billion of the United States and typesetting, assigned to university this piece, only average of management way, and this seemingly existing equal relationship, like a bottleneck, it restricts everyone and restrains ourselves. I was carrying a cement bag on the beach, sweating like a pig, suffering. I didn’t stop thinking, just like a habit, urging myself not to be a person who only relies on strength to eat. I had faith in my heart, that kind of longing for the future. The reality of skinny feeling is just like the gorgeous price of butterfly breaking out of its cocoon and the pain of binding itself. It is also like the prelude of light that the sunrise breaks through the sky and the sadness of dawn blockade. The reality of cheap price may be just a course that schools can’t learn. This kind of self-comfort can make me forget as soon as possible, and make me stick to the end with my own faith. I don’t want to complain about anything, which only shows my weakness and superficiality. No matter how cheap things are, consumers will be picky, and their weak wings will directly become the reason for being eliminated. The self-indulgence of many college students doomed their cheap backgrounds. Some people prefer to be chicken heads instead of phoenix tails, which also clearly illustrates that there are valuable boutique products in the surging crowd. There is no doubt that it is ourselves who ruined the reputation and the wind of college students themselves. The layer-by-layer screening in the workplace is like a big wave washing the sand, eliminating those who hide dirt and dirt as a poor person, and discovering those who have withstood the test in the long river of time. In this way, we can explain that college students are actually not cheap. I persisted for a day, but I was tired for a day, but I didn’t mean to give up at all. I believe that only the rich feather which was honed by suffering can make today’s cheap become tomorrow’s uncheap. 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. 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