Waiting

How many nights, so quietly, silently staring out of the window. I have been waiting for you for a thousand years. Looking against the window, the street lamp was clear and dark. The small trees beside the road changed from luxuriant to dead branches, the wild geese came and went, the thin rain Silk turned into pieces of white snowflakes, and the scenery outside the window was ever-changing, what remains unchanged is my missing. Miss, when the night falls, it is like a soft light music with a little sorrow floating out of my heart, and the gentle breeze murmured leisurely. Looking up at the stars all over the sky, the flashing children like naughty are blinking their eyes. I wonder if you are also looking at the bright blinking star? Do you know whether it is also blinking at you? That is the prelude that I am delivering love to you. Looking at the pedestrians on the road, they went home hurriedly after a busy day, because there was a warm waiting and a happy expectation at home. You see, there is a young couple on the street, holding hands and smiling happily on their faces. They may visit their parents from their parents’ home and return to their home, maybe it is the return of shopping, with full of excitement. Pedestrians gather and disperse, time is more and less, time is fast and time is slow, just like life. Waiting is bitter sweetness, like the drizzle in autumn, lingering and poignant. I remember that we met at that autumn, the dusk with rain and flowers floating. That day, I wore a red coat and a small red umbrella, just like a red rose with dew and rain blooming on the edge of autumn, so pure, so elegant, exuding the breath of youth, warm and pure. You said, it’s so beautiful! You stared blankly and stared, with a hint of excitement and excitement between your eyebrows. You have to leave and go to another city to study. I said, I will be very sad if you leave, and I will miss you very much. You said, so do I. When we meet at dusk, we will give ourselves some time to sit quietly and do nothing, that is, to pour out our thoughts and concerns to you in the distance silently. That autumn evening, I am so sweet, as if the soft rain was the honey pulp given by God, which fell sweet and cool in my mouth, The balmy. Light rain is like light fog, fluttering. We walked silently without any words, as if no one wanted to break the beauty of silence. At this moment, the whole world is quiet and pure, A little bit of sound will also destroy its peace; It seems to be a glittering jade, and a little bit of flaw will also affect its texture. In this way, walking is another dusk. What are you doing? Are you looking up at the blue sky? Are you looking up at the colorful sunset glow on the horizon; are you pouring out your concern to the hovering geese? I am, I walked in the place where we used to meet, still wearing that red coat, holding that little red umbrella, watching the sunset, the bird returning home, and the red glow on the horizon. I think you are still so dull, still so excited, flowing in the brow when I don’t notice there. No, this is an illusion. You didn’t come. The path under my feet was thinking about its mind quietly. The autumn leaves beside the road were reluctant to say goodbye to the blue sky in the breeze. The only thing that didn’t exist was the gentle rain. It must have forgotten the care of the Earth, forget to go back to the embrace of the Earth and immerse in the sentimental Green. The path extends quietly, and the Twilight is coming quietly. The small trees beside the road are swaying quietly with the sadness of being separated from autumn. I am also quietly saying goodbye to the past clear autumn. 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…

Farewell nostalgia

If love falls, everyone may hold a strong or light nostalgia. This kind of attachment is often read and mentioned, or secretly concerned, concerned, recalled and dreamlike nostalgia behind it is an unforgettable love, which is a scar on the soul, it is also a layer of shadow in spirit. It makes a person live in pain and die in hatred. The nostalgic magic circle can be transcended. With the help of external factors, supplemented by inner restraint and adjustment, it needs more time to clean up. Nostalgia is understandable, but we need to grasp the time period and weigh the pros and cons. Don’t bring this kind of spirit Phantom into a new life, otherwise this new environment will also produce light transmission shielding. Gates of Fire ingredient in their composition. Now that it has been broken into parts, it means that the past has turned into clouds, so don’t care too much. Either you go back to the past or stay single forever, which is not suitable. Why let another innocent person share this bitter fruit with you? If you can’t put down your heart and indulge in it again and again, then you can only watch the happiness you have entered the countdown. Nostalgia is mental drug, psychological anesthetic. Looking for comfort in nostalgia, there is no doubt that your name is engraved on the tombstone of love. Is I wrong? If you have a clear conscience, it is your duty to create a new romantic life. Indeed, we don’t deny the importance of nostalgia, but we also don’t deny its negativity. The attitude can be described as moderation. Why did he choose me when he loved him? Think about it from another perspective. Is it fair? The road of life is very long, and there is grass ahead. Let the past be buried deep in the bottom of my heart forever, or clean it out thoroughly, and let yourself be as light as a feather and fluttering. I have been nostalgic, but I know the importance and choice. It is impossible for us to defend the coffin for the dead love and become a funerary. We also need to find a new habitat. Do not use youth to bet, because we cannot afford to lose 1 life is short, happiness Limited, get rid of can’t help, difficult to extricate itself bound, sun and rain, Flowers sent is a bright spring. Since you choose the other party, you should be responsible for him or her, because that love is also precious. Come on, let’s drink to the past! 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…

First attempt write novels

In my spare time, I would sit in front of the computer almost every night, listening to music while tapping the keyboard and flying words. I have written thousands of essays one after another. I really want to make a living and try to write novels, but for me, this is a forbidden place that I have never set foot in. I didn’t have any education background, nor did I learn much writing. During the Cultural Revolution, I had been studying hard for ten years, but what I was shocked was that I graduated from high school after half a year’s study. It seems a bit stupid to write a novel, and I don’t know whether it is high or thick, and I overreach myself. But on a whim, I racked my brains to do it and wrote the first work “the sound of gunfire”. Everyone has the first time, the first time is beautiful. In fact, I remember when I was still studying in baiguan Lixin Primary School, when I read the novel “island female militia” after class, my heart yearned for it, I dream that I can hold the pen battlefield one day. Everyone who is engaged in writing knows that the literary world is a little mysterious. In my consciousness, prose is like a flower, and writing prose needs inspiration. Only with inspiration can prose be written like flowers and Jade. Poetry is like a painting. Writing poetry requires passion. Only with passion can the soul of poetry be grasped. The novel is like a mountain and a river, which is a soul of spirit. Writing a novel requires skills. Only by mastering the skills can you be free to control the whole story. Some people say that writing novels requires certain skills and writing skills. Firstly, it takes shaping characters as the main means to reflect or express life; Secondly, there are relatively complete and vivid plots; Thirdly, there are specific and typical descriptions of the environment. Therefore, characters, plots and environment are called the three elements of the novel. While Fengtou, pork belly and leopard tail are called trilogy of the novel plot. Unfortunately, I am don’t understand this. The “sound of gunfire” I wrote was just based on my own wishful thinking, doing my own way and writing casually at will. Narrating this great case which happened in Shangyu in a real way, and then marking it as a documentary novel. Although I knew that my words lacked movement, there was no scene description of ups and downs, and there was no detailed description of characters’ psychology. Moreover, my writing skill is far from enough, and I can’t reach the height I expected. But I still fell in love with the feeling of extreme concentration and indulgence when writing novels. Every time when I am silent and awake at night, most of my family members fall asleep, and I will start writing at the desk like a fairy at night. Tired, he put down the pen, stretched out his tired arms, stood up and walked under the balcony window, and gently brushed the cool breeze blowing out of the window. When I was clear-headed and inspired, I hurried back to the table. Hard work pays off. My documentary novel “The sound of gunfire” was finally published one after another on the red sleeves and prose online. Of course, I don’t care whether I write well or badly? I won’t care about the number of readers? Now I am just practicing pen! Everyone has their own fun. My ultimate goal is to wave the pen in my hands in the future, write down the two books “Twelve Golden hairpins” and “Hotel rank” that I have experienced in my life. This I am the first time I tried to write a novel. Although it was a bit messy and not good, I tried my best! White Paper and black words come out, I hope everyone can criticize and give advice! I will constantly revise it until it can be edited into a TV script. I also believe that I will be able to write wonderful novels with novel themes in the future. 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…