Be alive

Turn on the computer habitually and see if a manuscript just submitted a few days ago was published by Lubei evening news? In fact, there has been a hope since the day of submission: I hope it can be published. This time, as I expected, it was published again. This should be the seventh article. I hope to publish ten articles this year. I dare not have too many goals. If you ask yourself too much, you will not be able to reach it, and then you will be discouraged and disappointed. I never thought that one day the articles I wrote could be published by newspapers. I used to read what others wrote, but I was envious. Why do you think you are so stupid? I don’t even have the courage to contribute. Every time I read other people’s works, I felt that there was a passion that I wanted to write in my heart, but the passion passed quickly. Because of laziness, those good inspirations disappeared instantly. I do not deny that the dream of writing once occupied a little space in my heart, but it was a pity that I was busy with work and tired of housework, I finally put my dream in my heart. Today, I finally have a lot of time to write, but I always feel that the wording is exhausted, so beautiful scenery can not be described by pen. Sometimes I want to express my inner feelings, but I don’t know how to write. I know that over the years, I have been entangled by trifles, neglect reading and thinking, and have been farther and farther away from writing. I am different from those real writers, while others speak out as a rule, while I try my best to write an article, and often feel insincere and unexpressive. Both the application of the article language and the structure of the article are plain, with no new ideas and no literary talent to talk about. I know, I have to work hard. Some people are born to be writing materials, but I have no talent at all. I am just a stupid bird. In the past, students were always taught to be stupid to fly first, but now it’s time for them to say this to themselves. I don’t want to write for fame and wealth, but just want to express. I am not a person who is good at talking. I can only express what I want to say but not to say with the help of writing, and I will feel relaxed in my heart. Looking back, it seemed that the first half of my life was just a moment. Looking at the future, the road is still so far. I am should live a real self. I used to live too tired. I am very pleased and lucky that I can stick to today and have a bright future. Not only because I have a fairly happy family, two lovely and naughty children, but also because of my friends in writing. It’s really good to be with them. 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…

Love prose online, love this pure Day

In the afternoon, the warm wind blew my hair gently through the window. Make a cup of hot coffee, turn it on, surf the Internet, and linger on prose online again. Oh, it’s really cozy. Nowadays, who asks which is my favorite literature website? I think I will answer him (her) without hesitation. Prose online is my favorite. Inexplicably, I just like her! I have always heard that it doesn’t need a reason to love someone. So, today I want to tell anyone in my life that I love prose online and don’t need a reason. I like it when I like it, and I love it when I fall in love. That morning, when I opened the online homepage of prose for the first time, I saw many literary friends who were familiar with the red sleeve website gathered here, which really made me feel warm. My eyes were drawn by the layout on the homepage. Gently click on the recommended poems, wow! I am deeply intoxicated in this pure sky! The excellent lyric, narrative, writing people, writing things, inspirational and philosophical articles here make me overwhelmed and fondle admiringly. That is really better than reading for ten years after listening to your words. I remember that day I lingered on prose online for a long time. Hehe, I was like a hungry man throwing on bread at that time. Finally, I was reluctant to leave because my friend asked me out. On New Year’s Day this year, I registered as a member in prose online and signed an appointment with the website soon. From then on, I danced on this stage …… because of the attraction of words and characters, the resonance of thoughts and thoughts, the intersection of soul and soul, in this way, slowly and slowly, I approached him (her), and he (she) also approached me. In excellent articles, in pertinent comments and messages of true love and love, I felt the charm of words and the temperature of friendship again and again. In the online space of prose, I really feel what is talking and laughing with scholars, and there is no white ding when communicating with each other. Here, I have a new life orientation and a higher and further literary ideal and goal. I like to sleep here with scholarly fragrance and sing with poems. With the help and encouragement of the editors and teachers of prose online, I stayed here and continued to sow, cultivate and harvest …… hard work pays off. Finally, five days ago, I also joined the ranks of excellent authors. When I saw my name appear in the excellent author column on the homepage that night, wow! The happiness and excitement in my heart are really speechless. In the world, what else can be happier than doing what you like to do? What could be happier than finding the value of your life? From now on, I am willing, I am really willing to chant here with my purest heart voice, and write the scenery and feeling of life journey here with my pen full of true feelings. I really want to use the words of true feelings to create nuofang Yazhou of literature, and invite all friends who like literature to swim and sing together in prose online …… although I only have two and a half months to come to prose online, however, I have built the home of my heart here. I love this pure sky deeply! Here, I have gained a lot of precious things that can’t be bought with money, such as knowledge, happiness, true feelings …… oh, Xu I am a sentimental woman, pick a wisp of cold smoke on the wave and sing in the daytime; Xu I am a silly woman, holding a roll of yellow poetry books and weaving words in the night. Xu me, only staring at the fallen flowers of the butterfly shadow; Xu me, only smiling at the spring flowers and winter snow. Xu I followed the footprints of words all the way here, holding the hands of friendship and true feelings, and walked all the way with smiles. Friends of literature, I really want to sing together with you on the heroes and the twists and turns of green plum wine. I would like to turn the encouragement of editors and teachers here into the motivation of my writing, remember to give sincerely, cherish every beautiful encounter, cherish every precious emotion, and let the footsteps of knowing each other Walk in the rain, let the flowers of true feelings fly in the wind …… the journey of life, The Wind Rises, the clouds surge, the dust fragrance, the flowers bloom, the birds and flowers smell, the birds sing and dance, and you are around me, which is the warmest touch in my heart. All those who pursue dreams on the road of literature, welcome to prose online! Let’s weave a dream and share a day together! The bright spring has come, listen-Cuckoo begins to sing again …… dear friends, look! The spring of our literature is coming! Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

I can’t remember that I was crazy when I was white-haired

I just can’t remember one day of a certain year or month. Tears burst down when reading. I just can’t forget that day of that month. When I am sad, I feel warm comfort. Not everything is bad, not the words are too sad. It is the blank and desolation of life. Muddle along with the messy thoughts of time. The lonely programming life is boring and monotonous. The warm sun in winter spread on the lazy face through the window, wanting to look at the beautiful light directly, but finally it hurt my eyes. Forcing me to bury my head and continue to stay in the shallow desolation. Outside are noisy streets, the roar of cars and the sound of shops, all of which seem lively and prosperous. It’s just that we are trapped in the depression that we can’t get rid. But we must devote our youth to the future without reason or resistance. If you want to sing loudly, sorry, I am exhausted. If you want to run hard, sorry, I have no power. If you want to fight hard, sorry, I am not the opponent of fate. In the end, I still obeyed. No conditions, no hesitation, no expression. Boring life, 3.1-line running, tired, but always running round and round. Who says I have changed? I have never left, just forgot the way I came. That’s all. Anxiety, insomnia, listlessness, depression and ups and downs. I am impatient in the busy day and often forget the next thing to do. It seems to be a teenager old. The window isolates two worlds, two completely overturned worlds, two free and confined worlds, and two noisy and empty worlds. And I am in the world inside. Aimlessly. What kind of world is this and what kind of life is this? How can I grow up fearlessly in this world. The classroom of nuoda is like an empty piano room, and the single is as desolate as a cycle of death. I don’t know how long a person’s life is. I don’t know whether it can be measured by a ruler. It may be long or short. I don’t know what life will be like without an ideal, and I don’t know whether an ideal without an ideal is an ideal. Maybe that man belonged to the blank, and I was severely cut by the years on the day I was born again. Now, I have been covered with bruises. The Green Years reflect only our sadness. When my hair is gray, I may forget the youth I left and the happiness I lost. 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…