The Mark of accompanying me to escape

Wandering out of life and surrounded by music, you will still lose yourself in front of a lyric. When you are afraid of silence and loneliness like death, your ears are filled with notes, and the heart hidden under your skin can no longer feel uneasy and desperate. The feeling of waking up naturally is the most satisfying and helpless. How to spend the next second? Close your eyes but you can’t go into your sleep. Who do you want to stare at? Just lying and looking at the ceiling, the familiar or unheard songs on the radio kept playing, thinking of the same scene last night. Flow from the left eye through the bridge of nose into the right eye, and then wet the sheet together with the tears in the right eye. I couldn’t help sobbing, couldn’t tell what was going on, just listened to the melody in my ears and felt sad to death, thinking about how sensational and fragile I am was. I deleted all the phone messages, refreshed and refreshed, and spoke by myself as if I were crazy. (2) every monologue that time took me away came from some kind of mood for some people. Whether it is joy or loss, it is like water drops flowing into clothes unintentionally, which makes you cold to the bone at that moment and makes you more frustrated. Life is always like this, too many sudden, this second expectation may receive disappointment in the next second, of course, there are also many bright surprises. Time can forget the sunshine and rain and dew cast every day, and forget who is sad and warm, and no matter how easy I forget, I will not forget those names, touched or touched little by little. Unfortunately, time is too fast and there are too many lights and shadows. I even have to turn pale slowly. How do you remember? If one day I forget that you once existed in my life, please forgive my stupidity. I heard you say how important it is and how much I miss it. Why didn’t I feel it when I held hands? Why didn’t you feel it at the moment you were released? Everyone has his own dependence. I am not yours. How can I make you become my dependence?! (3) it turns out that the most horrible understanding is how decisive it is to believe it. You are not very busy, just don’t want to be idle, so be it. You have other companionship without me, I see. You said you would remember it, but unfortunately you forgot it accidentally. That’s it. I don’t forget much, nor am I reluctant to part with each other. What are those waiting for again and again?! What I laugh at is not others, but me like a fool. Original true. What gives up is not the past, but the lost-eyed self. Falling in love is not the character itself, but the role play. So, it turns out that it is just a silent monologue between myself and myself. With others nothing. (4) silent dialogue have you heard the sound of flowers blooming? Have you heard that the flowering period is coming? It is not my sunflower, but the pot I planted for you. I can hear its sound from the soil, its expectation as mine, and its comfort to me. Fall in love with summer, the Sun at that time, the blooming flowers at that time, the departing people at that time, and the crazy laughter after painful crying. I want to live so natural and unrestrained without worries. Every day of the year is my sad day. Thank you for not being last year. Thank you for regretting but not sad. Less and less words, more and more indifferent mood. I am afraid of growing up, which makes people grow up unconsciously like this. Do you hate the soil touched by your fingertips, the buds opened and buried again?! (V) draw the ground to prison I said: if it becomes an unimportant role in my heart, will you panic? Every kind of encounter and every kind of understanding has a place to keep in the end. I still think about the questions that shouldn’t be asked as I did many years ago, because the answers are very clear, or maybe the questions themselves have no solution. Those who have believed and no longer believe have existed firmly, so they are not qualified to wipe out any trace of its stay. If everything was as determined and determined as this one, I might not be so fragile. Thank you for not embarrassing me, thank you for letting me lose a bondage. Whoever said that everything would be fine, and he would walk out of the trough slowly, just like the rainy weather would always stop and the sun would always rise. I love you, my blank mind. Sorry I didn’t take you to escape with me. So, please remember to find me at some moment. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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. 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Dream place to start

The place where my dream started was the place where my career of journalism and literature began, and also the place where my dream blossomed. There is full of green shade and flowers everywhere, which is also the starting point of No. 17 bus to Happiness Road. For four years, how many times have the fragrance of begonia flowers and Begonia fruits come into my dreams and into my verses. Now, in the past three years, flowers and fruits are ripe, while people who appreciate flowers and pick fruits have come to a new Tianfu called South of the great wall to see lavender flowers bloom, eat wild apples and graze cattle and sheep in their hearts. Where the Dream started, I used to call it the old city. If it is written on the envelope, it is: No. 42 Nanchang Road. From 2008 to, the lines and sentences written by the immature pen tip were sent out through the cover of envelopes and written solemnly in the lower right corner: class 042, Uygur language, Chinese Language Institute, New Agricultural University, No. 42 Nanchang Road, Urumqi city, Xinjiang. The rest of the day is full of expectation. Also from here, in the fragrance full of begonia, I walked step by step to “Southern People Weekly”, “Youth Literature”, “works”, “Yangtze River Poetry Journal”, in the pages of journals such as poetry monthly, it also entered the member list of Xinjiang Writers Association in January, 2010. However, who knows where I am took the first step and how to find the first step and then climb up the stairs? Second, we can’t endure time after all/those hundreds of trees have added four circles/While we, always wandering between entering and leaving/then sitting on the bus to happy Road/This time, finally no longer wandering, out of the door // maybe, every Apple blossom season in the future/there will be laughter between me and you and the footprints that cannot be worn off. This book was written on April 5th, 2008, it is dedicated to the alma mater who is about to leave and the respectable teacher. The title is “there is always a feeling that makes us burst into tears”. This is also the last poem that I published in the school newspaper during my school days (after graduation, I occasionally published my humble work). Will such a thoughtful person still think of them? As early as May of 2005, a poem named “written on Mother’s Day” was printed on the school newspaper one day without any preparation, who knows the excitement at that moment? From then on, who would have thought that I would make unremitting connections with a newspaper and many teachers who devoted themselves to it. Since then, in the library, in the classroom and in the dormitory, lines of verses have flowed out of my works. In the past few years, there have been more than ten works published in the school newspaper. Until graduation, until now, I didn’t expect to count in detail. Although till now, the tabloid books that I have been in school for several years are still placed on the top of my bookshelf flatly, and occasionally I flip them in the quiet night or in the tranquil afternoon, rubbing those papers from the depths of history, It seems that the past years have come again, waiting for me to leave another article. Even the moonlight at such a night was particularly touching, and my mind had already gone to a book stall in the old Mancheng, where I bought many books that I am reading today. Third, among my student journalists and editors, Bi Liang is the most diligent and hardworking one. Those works published in school newspapers and various magazines inside and outside the district are the most powerful evidence. Along the way, no matter when you encounter thorns or flowers all over the ground, you will not be happy with things. As long as you set your goal firmly and take every step of your life well, you will surely reach the peak of your success, this sentence is given to BI Liang. This is the sentence in the preface written by Jack Ma Zhiqiang for my first self-printed poetry collection “walking along the way”, which was written on May 1st, 2008, less than two months before my graduation. Because I was born in Tongcheng, Anhui province, the hometown of Tongcheng School in Qing Dynasty, Jack Ma took the preface of Tongcheng student Xinjiang poet: a poet on the road. On the eve of graduation, when teachers, classmates and friends received the newly printed “walking along the road, few people know that this little book was born with the support of Jack Ma and the Chinese language institute where I work. In the four years, there were so many teachers who took care of and helped me. It was quiet at night. When these words were knocked down word by word on the keyboard, my eyes couldn’t help staring at “looking back at the years of history”, “the wonders of the years”, which were coded on the bookshelf. In the editors of books such as “love goes with students”, I was listed among them, and I knew deeply that it was all taken care of by teachers at that time. They didn’t know how much help these books helped me when I was looking for a job after graduation. In my gaze, it was like time going back. Following two teachers Ma (another teacher Ma Tingying), I became familiar with the whole process of publishing books and newspapers, and learned how to group, draw, proofreading under their words and deeds, when I graduated, I successfully worked as a journalist and solved the problem of employment. Now in my book, there is still a piece of pattern paper when I first painted it. And this is a kind of gratitude to the past and the lovely teachers who gave me guidance during that time. Four I graduated in a flash for nearly three years, and the words that teachers gave me were still in my ears, which also inspired me to walk forward. In recent years, every time I went to Urumqi, I always had to go back to the campus to have a look, so as to review a period of time. I was familiar with trees, and the flowers and plants were still in Mr. Dong Qiao’s words, as long as the teachers were still there, the alma mater is the alma mater, and you can go back to pursue the old dream at any time to get an unexpected surprise; The teachers are all right, and the joys and sorrows after the separation of teachers and students finally have a reason. 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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