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Once: empty I don’t know if this is a sleepless night. The moonlight in the room was filled with the gentle music at midnight. Night more and more deep. The music seemed to be inserted in the mouthpiece of midnight, without the meaning of going out. At night, it seemed to be ethereal. Think of 06 years of empty, at a hospital in in. I filled the ward of the hospital with empty space. In the air, it was one dream after another. Some early sleep, before another I arrived at the other side of my soul. On the other side of the strange world, I am unfamiliar with myself and my background. Who am I? It seems that it has been a very long century. I can’t remember who I am because of the long road and the long distance. I heard the voice of God: Who Are You? Is it important? It doesn’t matter anymore. Come with me! I finally didn’t follow God. I just left a long scar on my body, and I walked back again. Empty, the farthest time, is closest to me; Empty, close at hand, but I can’t touch it. Second: time The flowers in my hands have withered. Find a piece of clean soil to place them. Therefore, I held dry flowers in my hands to look for a piece of clean soil. It is time to pour time into the quiet and humid soil. On the way, there is some sunshine that makes people feel attached. The village I saw was harvesting. The village waved to me. I think I should go back, I should go back to the village of my heart. On the way, no one extradited, and the road seemed a little long. Looking back, I have been wandering somewhere in my soul. I am afraid that I can’t turn back from now on. There were so many intersections that I missed. Every time, I wanted to stop to see the scenery before walking, but there was a voice urging my steps. In this way, in ignorance, dozens of spring and autumn have passed. The days behind you are boundless. Time is grinding in every second. If the luxurious time can be reset to zero; If the journey of life can be resumed; If the wedding clothes can be put on again to be married, will it still wander in the lost time. I want to get out of the crowded days. I want to call yesterday, but the number I pulled out has left the contact service area. I am truly felt that the past days were far away. The clean soil gives off fragrance. With the smoke from kitchen, I smell the rustic flavor of the countryside. In this clean atmosphere, tie the knot and bury the time. After being buried, I knew I should get up and welcome another period of time, waiting for a heart to reveal freely or burn to my heart. It is the life of sunset. It must be the life of sunset. Three degrees: Flowers It was one morning of the old year, and I heard the sound of flowers blooming. The sound of blooming flowers came from the deep soil, calling me so gently. I walked around the flowers, watching the youth of the flowers. I am above the soil, and the root of the flower is under the soil. I imagine that the space of the root of the flower may be the size of a needle eye. This is also life. My excited face and painful tears, are the flowers watered by this small space happy? The flowers are small and white, like stars. The faint fragrance flows in the quiet air. I heard the sound of their life blooming. She said, life is colorful. She has prepared for a long time for this time in her life. In your life, when did you do it for yourself and when did you forget to pursue? No matter the final ending is withering, you still persist in blooming the beauty in your life to the world. Find clear water, pour it gently on the flowers, and see the flowers open and smile. I said to the flower, maybe I will be attached to you endlessly in my memory. Four degrees: Regression Shangshan is as good as water, but it flows far with still water, gathering into streams, gathering into rivers, stopping into berths and becoming seas. You don’t need to understand whether water comes from the sky or flows under the earth. The water of time flows naturally, and the river of life is natural and eternal. Where do I come from? In the world of Coloured glaze light, where on earth did I come from. It seems that I am always looking for it. It seems that I have crossed some rivers, but I still can’t cross some rivers vaguely. I walked a little tired. God kept whispering in his ear, saying: I gave you life, I am your savior, and I am the greatest person in the world. I laughed, God has some inaccurate tone, but it is just like this, which will disturb the mood of others. When I was still very young, I often looked at the sunset on the other side of the mountain and thought that when I grew up, I would go to the other side of the mountain like the sunset. I thought there must be a beautiful story over the mountain. The story my mother told me was already old. I was tired of listening to it. I wanted to find it by myself. I stubbornly believed that there would be a gust of wind taking my beautiful dream across the mountain. Many years later, when I sighed heavily in the past when the wind blew down, I no longer thought about where I came from. The wind that went away was already unable to bear it. Clouds scattered and clouds gathered. From the beginning of the day to the sunset, what was lost was not only the years, but also the fluttering and flickering self. I thought it was time for me to save myself. From white paper to black words, I began to have some thoughts left. I pulled out the empty road signs, lived in the modern times, lived in the present, and didn’t care where I came from. Five degrees: Wait When I picked up some fragmentary fragments of time, I couldn’t record them into CDs of memory any more. Who can describe your posture? I ask. The Earth wrote sonorous love poems, touching me. Therefore, I began to wander in your space. At first, you told me that you were a person who didn’t know where your home was. I feel painful when listening. From then on, I couldn’t help myself in a falling atmosphere. In addition to life and love, what else is worth paying, retaining and cherishing in this world. This is the same, full of missing, lonely on thin paper, page after page, pain and happiness. Although I have been telling myself not to step into the River of Love or touch the sadness between my eyebrows, I still fell down, in your frown. I want to write a lifetime of words for you, but the story has just begun, and you have turned these words into memories. I am reading those words written for you in my own space, and I finally understand your vicissitudes. I am put you down, but I couldn’t put myself down. Six Degrees: Deciduous Seeing a leaf falling slowly from the tree, flying in the wind, with the green of spring and the dream of summer, and all the past events of its short life. Only one spring and summer, life comes to an end, this is the fate of leaves. When you want the leaves to fall, you can feel life. When you see some leaves scattered on the ground, life is still green. Who cares about the beauty of autumn brought by fallen leaves. Autumn has a poetic beauty because of fallen leaves. When we walk in the autumn, we see the fallen leaves on the ground, sigh that life is so short, the poetic sadness rises in our hearts, and the treasure of life gushes out in our hearts. To remember a piece of fallen leaves, even if falling down, it waved its beauty. There are no tears in the fallen leaves. I heard the sound of years from the falling of the fallen leaves. The falling posture is no longer childish. Combing the pleated life, along the path of life, carefully cultivating and weaving in the vast sea and fields, maybe we can’t collect abundant materials, but the process must be endless, making life the same as fallen leaves, although it is short-lived, there can be no complaints or regrets in the world. Fallen leaves have accomplished their mission in the change of seasons. No matter how short their lives are, they are reluctant to waste their only life in time. Seven degrees: Myself Once empty, two degrees of time, three degrees of flowers, four degrees of return, five degrees of waiting, Six Degrees of fallen leaves, seven degrees of myself. When we have gone through many ups and downs and experienced many salty ups and downs, can we put down all the unsatisfactory things in our hearts and the floating dryness and desires in the world. Or one day in June, walking alone in the temple. On the stone pillars around the temple stairs, there were many famous cautionary sentences engraved. Looking at the people who hurried in and out of the temple, few of them paid attention to the words carved on the stone pillars. A monk came up and seemed to say something. I was afraid of seeing the piety on the monk’s face, which seemed to have an unreal feeling, so I quickly fled away from the temple. Leaving the temple, I seemed to be at a loss. At the gate of the cemetery near the right side of the temple, I hesitated for a long time, but I still went in. I don’t want to see anyone or anyone I want to see. I was walking on the strange road leading to the cemetery with gentle music. I didn’t know whether I was crossing for the dead. I put my steps very hard and wanted to expel the increasingly heavy loneliness or panic with my footsteps. Besides music, it was so quiet that it was suffocating. I moved here with my own breath, and strange tombs looked like strange faces one by one. Walking, listening, feeling the music like a sad sigh, I fled away again. I don’t know whether people will feel numb when they reach a certain age. The feelings of pain, injustice and cruelty become relatively indifferent. Because of this, our imagination of life needs some fresh blood to help us restore fresh vision and emotional attraction. I can’t sum up some of my own walking. But I am sure that some can help me return to a healthy and happy life and teach me to keep simple and sincere in real life. On my bedside table, there are always some books scattered. Thinking of it, I am never read a book seriously, feeling a little ashamed. The dream of childhood can be extended to one thousand eight hundred miles away. When I grow up, my dream is becoming shorter and shorter, and the reality is becoming more and more distant from my dream. It’s time to clean up some frustrated mood, and find out if there is more proud time, then I find that more time has been lost, and I don’t feel that I have some deep ten days in my heart, whether I can settle my body, mind and soul in a short time, I think. When I finished writing these words, a cold crescent moon shone on my windowsill, gently bringing me a quiet night. Zen. 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. 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A leisurely afternoon

The continuous rain makes people feel like wearing a layer of mist. I haven’t met him for a long time. On a sunny day like today, I took my child out of the outdoor, picked up my belongings and came to the outdoor square. On the square, the crowd of people circled all kinds of kites above the head with leisurely steps. Colorful and colorful kites blew on their faces with a gentle breeze, which was a little warm and cool. She picked up a kite and walked around the runway of the square with her child. The kite flew round and round over the top of her head, round and round, however, it is still unable to exert and display its own energy to a certain height. Maybe the edge of the square is too small, there are too many branches of trees, or the luxuriant leaves and dense tourists stand together, and the kite flying upward is still firmly hanging on the treetop. In the afternoon of having fun and playing with children, it is a happy afternoon; In the time of relaxing and wandering, it is a happy and relaxing leisure time; In the afternoon of knowing that children are learning well, it is a happy and comfortable afternoon. It is hard to have a relaxed and leisure mood in leisure time. You can go out of the outdoor and go sightseeing like this. You feel that everything is so fresh, and it seems that everything is so hopeless. What I saw was also that there was no chance of fresh fragrance and vitality. How I wish that when I read the Willow tip, there can be a trace of Green Willow, which can make people realize that it is spring now, and the time today is the bright and sunny afternoon spring. However, in front of the fact, the hanging withered willows and the polluted rivers are showing people that nowadays people are not waiting for the cold spring flow instead of spring. They still have to be frozen for a period of time. Lifting and twisting the small bag makes people’s hands feel a little cold and painful. When the walking steps slow down, they are already close to the children’s practice and study. She turned around and stamped slowly on the high-rise building. She came to the nearby practice classroom and waited quietly for the children’s learning minute after second. In a flash, it was already the dusk near. In the evening Square, there are children’s smiling faces, melodious music, dancing steps accompanied by people, stretching arms, kicking legs and feet, it is also a good recreational activity for leisure and fitness. The time of a day is just a moment after another, a constant repetition of taking turns and changing one after another, sometimes it can be said to feel the monotony and boredom of life, but when people who can go to the square dance with each other, though they are ordinary, they still play a regulating role of fitness and entertainment which should be combined with work and leisure. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

Difficult Hidden City

I always thought that in a small town, I could let time flow slowly without trace until my years passed away, until only memories were left in my life, just on a cane chair, reflecting the bright sunset, a cup of steaming tea always hopes that time can rotate in this order. Everything in life, including you and you, will meet in the countercurrent, like black and white movies, they will not show until they lose the thoughts of memory and mess up the pace of memory. Every day, for the first time, I can see a piece of sunshine splashing on my bed which is not very big, getting in mischievously through the crack of the curtain, and then stretching myself, the whole glass door was opened suddenly. The sunshine was like Golden Mercury shining on the whole room. The breath of balcony was particularly fresh in the morning. I couldn’t help breathing greedily and like walking around when brushing my teeth, the room is full of chaos. In the shabby room, I will not stay for a long time deliberately, but I always think of things for a long time. Good or bad, happy and sad life is a movie, I just can’t rewind as I wish. Sometimes I would think about what kind of situation it would be like if one or one thing I like for a long time could go on according to the beauty. I couldn’t help but like to raise my eyebrows, laughing and singing, subconsciously, I don’t want to be bad, I just want to be so happy. Consider whether to say it out, or put it in your heart quietly. It is unknown, and then laugh it off together, wait for the future, wait for the future, wait for the arrival of a day, and then feel that, suddenly, I lost a voice that kept nagging in my life, a shadow that I didn’t care about at all. No one said good morning, good afternoon, good night; No one said no more, did you eat, did you have enough, what do you want to eat; No one was around, laughing and laughing; no one else is ticking on one side; Everything seems so quiet. You can hear your heartbeat, your breath, the sound of the river flowing, the melody of the Earth’s rotation, I just lost a habit that I didn’t care but found that I cared a lot. That was a person’s figure and voice. We are all growing up. Maybe we are all getting old. We keep getting and losing, then we regret, then we fight for it, and then we turn around a family and a city, there was no laughter without any trace of impurities, no unscrupulous singing, and everyone smiled with masks, politely and politely. Was it too big, or should it be? Everyone is an actor, love or not; Love and ruthlessness; Hate and forgiveness are constantly staged. Everyone is watching others’ joys and sorrows in the corner of darkness, I licked my numb wound lonely, but I didn’t know it. In others’ eyes, I was also an unspeakable scenery, reflecting the shadow of others, it’s just that you don’t know yet, but others don’t know yet. Suffocation and depression of Air bring such a happy comedy. A small city can reflect a big world and even the universe. It is a kind of light that reflects in the eyes of God, god is satisfied. What he needs is to see the joys and sorrows of ordinary people. Not only that! That’s all! A tiny person! A small city! Hide a small wish of your own! 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…