Years year trace

It is easy to feel tired, but is it really old. In the blink of an eye, I was rushed out of the besieged city of dreams by the tide of time, with full eyes of trauma in my eyes. The memory of childhood is still clear, and the sword of time has already passed through the flower season of life. Years and knives are marks, one by one recorded in the account book of life. I came into this world because of love. My mother was born with me, but I didn’t give birth to my heart. When I was born, I began to fall into this vast world when I didn’t know who I was. I couldn’t recall the smell of the milk when I sucked my mother’s milk. Remember, can distinguish who is my relative, can distinguish Lovel and recruit supercilious eyes, know that there is season change in a year, understand that there are tears and laughter in the world. Plants bloom and animals have life. People will grow up and die. When you don’t know the meaning of living, you know that it is not easy to live. I felt the sufferings of life very little. In summer, I went down to the field to send tea and snacks in the scorching sun. My parents’ faces were covered with mud and sweat, which filled my childhood memories. There were no luxury toys and noble dolls in childhood, but only the dreams of childhood were cut with mud. Without beautiful clothes, the ugly duckling stretched his neck and dreamed of the nobility of the White Swan. There are no gorgeous flowers and beautiful gardens, only small wild flowers can be seen everywhere in the fields and paths, and small white flowers with thorns are the favorite ones. However, if you want to get beautiful things, you will always pay the price. Tile on smoke Yiyi, floating earthly fireworks taste. The bridge flows around the house, and the hen giggled in front of the village and behind the house with the chicken. My friends like to play house in the bamboo forest beside the house, flip their heels and watch ants move. Entering the flower season, it is like a piece of white paper with no experience, no economy, but a vigorous figure. The confused and ignorant heart has not the ability to grasp its own destiny. Although the beautiful feathers have grown up, they are not rich and strong enough. The helplessness of being unable to fly suppressed the dream of youth. When I was 12 years old, I saw a pair of T-shaped leather shoes in the store and asked my mother to buy them. I followed her with tears and walked a long way. I couldn’t get what I wanted until I was tired. At the age of 15, he secretly put a cotton short-sleeved sleeve tube on rubber band, and the fluffy cuff felt the beauty of the Princess. I like to tie all kinds of braid for my sister, and I have some dreams in my heart. Braid all kinds of Braid, braid the future and hope. Youth over 20 years old is also an easy time to make mistakes. The maturity of body and the purity of mind are contradictory. I don’t know what a man is. He is stared at by the eyes of love everywhere. He is uncomfortable and unable to grasp the direction. I don’t know who is the real emperor. The person who gets married is not necessarily the right person, because he is young and ignorant, because he doesn’t know when he will meet someone who has mercy on him in his previous life. You will never understand the wonder of love before you meet it. You will never know the right or wrong choice until you meet it. More than 30 years old is the age of Pian Ai, who is a mother, experiencing ups and downs, experiencing love and hate in the world. After falling down on the road of life, climb up again, know the pain of falling, know the pain of pain. I understand what love is and what pain is. I think the city is deep and easy to do. But still don’t know how to love? Everyone is loving in their own different ways. Right and wrong determine the direction of fate. I didn’t understand the fragrance of love until I was 40 years old. I looked at love calmly with my third eye, got a new understanding of love and knew how to love? But the fragrant season has passed. This is life. At the end of life, I understand everything, everything is late, tired heart, tired love heart. The world of mortals is suffering, but also entangled with love. 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”. 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Fall season of petals

Time passed like silk, and loneliness was hidden in the creases of paper planes. Days flow on the gravel of memory, holding the humid time, afraid that the years will dry, picking up the falling petals, under the soft green flowers and shadows is the thorough rough years. The inscription is gradually frozen in the mind of wandering constellation, and the scene is sentimental in the residual fragrance of years and plaster. The misty heart lake is full of waves and waves, and the past as thin as cicada wings is falling day after day, dancing lightly down on the memory gravel. Walking through the country paths, the village head is big in that remote hill. In the fifth grade of primary school, I dropped out of school with a partner. My parents hoped that we could herd cattle and cut firewood together. The pure and gentle thought was also free in this way, without the tone of the teacher’s coarse scolding and blaming, without the gray and stagnant eyes of parents. We play in the verdant high and cool mountain everyday, and like climbing down the mountain stones to pick the white and fragrant wild lily in the deep grass. The stream on the mountain is always full of ginger flowers, and the mountain is full of that kind of smell, sometimes trance, sometimes clear, but sadness and depression are hidden in the heart. At that time, we were like clouds wandering in the sky carrying Happy Dreams. I am used to haunting the lonely gray air with songs, and I like to smooth the ups and downs of tiny marks with smiles. Glancing at the dimly longing and looking up gently in the glancing eyes, tears wet the dim heart and lonely and free days. In autumn, I watched the Camellia scattered in the corner of the campus. The snow-white petals are as beautiful as lilies and ginger flowers on the mountain, which are the tremors of time and the reappearance of the Pavilion of time. When I returned to school, I always told myself that I would not give up studying any more. What made me sad for no reason was to redouble my efforts. Second, wipe the tears that have faded my face, thinking of the young years that I wasted, I used my hard work to retrieve the hurried time. My parents were very upset when I was in high school. Other people’s daughter worked to earn money, and I was still studying. The estrangement between two generations, the hidden pain and the sadness and self-abasement painted in the corner of eyes. Quietly turn pages to the yellowed diary in the drawer, write a beautiful life with words, and make the years look like youth. The joys and sorrows of yesterday will not come back for me. I will hesitate in the ups and downs, and look for hope in the tidal night. Use time to write down pale and falling. In the first year of senior high school, the scores were always in the top. In senior three, Cheng Tu’s confusion made me float on the thin ice with astigmatism. Tired of the reciprocating Road, the trembling lotus leaf is not my enthusiasm for waiting, and the falling lotus petals are my withered heart. Before the college entrance examination, I didn’t attend classes any more and ran to the river with my deskmate every day in a daze. The sky is always so blue, and the green vegetation and flowers are red, implying that smiles and sadness are hidden deep in the approach of the college entrance examination. We exclaimed the hazy twilight, and the time was short, listening to the swaying wind leaves of the bamboo forest. After the college entrance examination, we live in our memory. Hope in the tears of summer. The deep and shallow lotus leaves flying in the wind are covered with pink petals. Fish in the pond, flowers in the water, all petals fall in the memory of seasons. The three rails are carved in the steps of gradually moving away. From the south to the north, the swaying years of light Moon and yellow sand can’t be seen, and there is no dark voice in my ears anymore, wandering in the university time. The sudden military uniform and sinking were dusty in the chaotic sand last night, and the dream was waiting in the harvest season. The beautiful campus flowers are in full bloom, and I appreciate the rich and gentle flower clusters beside the flower stems. They bloom among the green leaves. What has never been forgotten is the Gardenia, the pure and tiny flowers are stretching round and clean. When the smile against the wind is no longer fragrant, when the flowers fade and fade yesterday. The fragrance of petals left in memory is sparse on the gravel, the flower season can be arranged for a short time, and the memory can extend to infinity. Fourth, on the road full of snow and snow, at the moment of coma, the wind and frost haven’t been eroded, the winter dust hasn’t been scattered, and the green season is far away from me. Mei and I agreed to spend the winter vacation in Beijing. It was the first time that we stepped onto the social stage. Working in wine, since I choose service industry, I want to achieve humanistic service attitude. The sunshine keeps silent, and we are pressed at the bottom. The taste of spring is like smoke dipped in drowning. In lonely days, spring breeze will blow across the eaves. After walking a long way, your feet are covered with blood, which is the bitter bile flowing out of youth and the sad sigh that Gesanghua splashes red blood. Seeing all kinds of people, the green with heart and spirit raises the steps of the day. Snowflakes reveal the lonely light, and the pleated life crosses the hair tips of countless people. Clouds accumulate in the heart, and raindrops drop in the heart. The fleeting years in the dusk without panic, the melodious and thin figure of snowflakes outside the window, and the lamp in the room shining on the heart wandering and sleeping alone in the north. Hope is burning in the frustration, feelings are still there, and the gradually tightened wind reveals warm blessings. We Mercedes-Benz left a long winter and flawless memory in the years. Five pictures of warm wind blowing through, vast plain, desert and long sky, and the broken mountains and rivers with eyes raised are already history. We murmured in the dusk of early spring, and the quiet campus was full of spring. What glides is the birds of self-abasement, and what flies high is the dream of youth with wings. Flowers fell, petals sank life, I no longer lingered, a stack of petals of dreams hid that smile. Six in the dark blue tears page by page, my sadness is fading. I bound it into the pages of my memory at the dawn of falling petals in a season. 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