Cherish life

Sister Wang opened a sweat steaming restaurant in her house. I often went to her house, and we became friends one after another. A few days ago, she went to her daughter’s home in Beijing, and naturally the responsibility of taking care of her shop fell on my shoulder. Her family has several pots of flowers. Nature is within the care. Because the unit was faced with cutting people, I was also faced with self-examination. The flowers were not watered in time, especially the blooming azaleas, which withered. It was really distressed. I felt very guilty when thinking of Sister Wang’s entrustment. The day before yesterday, I came to Sister Wang’s home. When I came to the store, I walked to the flower on the windowsill in three steps. On the round flowerpot, the leaves of the field are seen. The leaves are stacked layer by layer, like the skirt of a dancing girl in a pavilion. On the layers of leaves, pink flowers stand proudly, with open curling flowers and shy flowers; Just like dancing butterflies and rosy clouds in the blue sky. I gently touched the leaves and kissed the petals quietly. At this time, leaves and flowers also have a little vibration, as if expressing that it has gained new life. Sunshine is like running water, pouring quietly on this leaf and flower. The flowers seem to be wearing a thin wedding mat, and the leaves are more and more green. The sunshine was shining through the window. The leaves leaned closely together, and the faces were facing the sunshine, just like singing a beautiful song. The flowers should also be combined to celebrate a new life! I slowly watered it and cleaned up the shop as usual. Left Here. On the way back, flowers were still shaking in front of my eyes. It seems to say to me: I will cherish life, a tenacious life, and dare to face the test of life forever. I will not abandon or give up when facing life! The flower has been reborn, how happy I am! It suddenly occurred to me that everyone would face the test of life. Yes, people are like this, isn’t flowers the same? Flowers can still be so tenacious, How can human beings, as the soul of all things, be depressed? Flowers can cherish life and create miracles of life. We should treat life like this flower: Never abandon life, never give up! 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…

Love you for thousands of years

There was silence all around. The night in the suburb was especially silent, and there was no sound of fallen leaves. Looking up, I could only see the thin moon hanging quietly. The beauty of the world cannot let go of the blurred and soft beauty of the moonlit night. I haven’t written for a long time, and I have a sense of grievance in my heart, and I don’t know how to write it. I am used to recording a few words, releasing my emotions in my heart. If I don’t write for a period of time, I will feel uncomfortable beyond my words. Words have become an indispensable tool for my life, bringing me peace and tranquility. In the depressed winter, everything lost its color, and the earth seemed to fall asleep. The words are still breathing and the air is flowing all the time. The night starts, the fog is thick, the thoughts spread, and I want to dance with words. In the winter of dusk, a thin moon hid in the clouds faintly. Occasionally, it showed a soft smile with shyness. It seemed that there was a faint heart hanging over the mysterious twilight and the melancholy and silent winter. On a sad and beautiful night, the moon is the soul of poetry and the spirit of words, and the wonderful words can not tell your imagination. You are soft and cold. You are romantic and affectionate. Evoke poetic paintings in your soft light. Use words to describe your mystery. You are a soft bed, lie down and have a dream for thousands of years. The cold poetry is as light as smoke water; The quiet cold night is full of mist, and the words are wantonly in dreams. Although the night in winter is like a thick quilt, covering the heavy world. At this time, human soul is still the most active, flying season, flying time and space, dancing with words, dancing with dragons and phoenix. Life is just about talking about the spring flowers that can’t be left and the flowing water that can’t be held back for decades. Only thoughts and spirits can last for a long time. When reading some words of high mountains and flowing water, if people stay out of the world of mortals, they forget all the common customs and disputes. In a pure land, life has no greed. As long as people still have thoughts, words will accumulate in the blood, which must be separated at a certain time, and the blood will be clear and transparent. Compose the voice of the soul into flowing notes with the words of thought, either sad, happy, calm, or indignant. The season changes four times a year, and the life should also be expressed in a form to compose its different appearance. Don’t let the flexible thoughts disappear with time, and the wind passes through without shadow. We can’t keep time and keep the trace of thoughts flowing through when the invisible thoughts of employing people are converted into tangible words. The words came from silence and bloomed on the lonely branch. Words are the wind of summer, passing through the night and gently kissing the dream. The text is the moon of autumn night. I want to express tenderness, love and hate for thousands of years. Words are the snow in winter, fluttering, leaving traces in my heart. Words are the flowers of spring, which make different postures from the dust. Ethereal words were born in the dark. Words were like stars, lighting up the lonely night sky. The sad words flow like raindrops, and the wet mind sticks to the beautiful Lizhu. This sadness is filtered by the rain, like the eyes of the season, with glittering beauty. The words like the wind, through the mountains and forests, make the mind free and light. The words like the sea are unfathomable, and the heart is vast. Mountains of words, love and virtue, baptism of personality. The words like blue, curling like fragrance, elegant and slender, lonely and fragrant empty valley, leaving the world independent. Like the words of Lotus, the fairy spirit is compelling, the smoke and water dance are drunk, the blue dress is Luo Yi, simple and elegant. The words record the history, and the words mark the truth. The words sing softly, passing through the ancient and modern times. On the winter night of Xiao Suo, the words are not cold. Through the arrangement of thoughts, the icy words have an endless life. Like your silent silence, beating the ups and downs of the soul. I like you to nourish people’s thirsty soul with colorless and simple elegance. Lying quietly in a peaceful night, there hasn’t been a snowflake this year. The flying snowflakes are the costumes we expect in winter. At that time, I want to fight a snowball war. If possible, I will talk about a white love again. I will record the melody of winter with pale words. 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…

Silence, Time Machine “piano stage art”

Some time ago, they began to say goodbye, but there was still no end, so those things still exist lightly until now. Many things, in this way, exist for many years, perhaps, will exist for many years. What I want to forget is good? Or is it just a period of time without any difference? What kind of thing is a time machine? Such a question is naive and seems to be more realistic than any real thing. Leaves falling in late autumn are still everywhere. The memory of autumn is out of reach, and the trace of time. After a season, life begins to be reborn. A season of life …… the days when many people come, when many people leave, when many people are at a loss. When many people disappear. A lot of time has annihilated the fleeting time. After several seasons, many years later, when we are all old, who will look back? The flashy season on the rocking chair seems long and lingering after the rain. When I am old …… who is still in my world, who is still in my life, who is still in my memory, who is still in front of me, A lot of people, really a lot of people, a lot of people. Many people who have nothing to do with the importance are there, and many people who are not influenced by the wind and moon are there. Just, who can stop for one year, two years, forever …… old days in my life, I like these words very much. I like it as if I like an antique. I take care of it and make it quiet without any harm. The texture of fingers, the texture of fingerprints, and the shallow expressions are really shallow. It can’t hold thoughts and other huge things, that’s the time. Time is still, perhaps, it will break some stories without ending, because many stories do not need to end, and many disputes can have no end. It will continue like this, continue …… for a year. Perhaps, many things can have no end. Many people can have no intersection …… when I was young, I could get involved in life. I said to myself that it seemed that I was already old. In the afternoon, or at midnight, there will be some time to rest, rest for a long time, rest to the state of no fatigue, sleepy. I will miss myself when I am in a dilemma. I can miss myself before without scheming and worrying about anything. Enduring and knowing alienation, but holding back for a long time suddenly. When you are well-informed, there is no warmth in your age. When you are sleepy, you will be full of joy and cheers. Laughing, what can I do; Decisive, what will I do. Letting it develop is a void word. I have been patiently confirming it in many nostalgia and verified it in many places and people. One day I began to understand. One day I think I will understand and will not share it with many people. Tomorrow’s Sunrise, think about yesterday. The Time Machine is really like this. In the light words, whose prediction makes the warm Castle abandoned in life clear. The city in my heart has nothing to depend on after all. Tomorrow Person. After all, it was scattered in the end of the world. It was bleak, misty rain and cool ancient wind. Whose words touched the fleeting years, whose thoughts were floating as if sleeping peacefully. If cold light in warm corner, if Tianya from countless love and hate. How good it should be to banish people to old age. Banish yourself …… plain and light get along with each other. In this case, follow the end of an impression to tell, the narration of rear-end collision …… warm flowing, life, in my impression, has gone through the beginning and the end, messy. The years in the floating light, a piece of sunny flowers on the top of the head …… the flowers bloom for a lifetime, and the flowers bloom in disorder. Gradually passing by, the shadow of leaves, the light quality of trees and the emptiness of light transmission can not stop, but also become a sea of people. When I should forgive, I have no words. When I should live, everyone is alive. Similar status, but many are no longer. The smell of air, the taste of memory, the heartbeat. Fingers, curl, life, start, life, stop …… if it is messy like this, if I can be presumptuous for a long time. If I don’t have a home, will I still have a desire, and will I still not be able to put it down? If I have a fate like flowers, will I still like wandering, and will I also like indifference. Who can I give such words? Do I need to know myself? Do I need to toss and turn in other people’s stories? Those, all of these. In this way, it disappeared. This is what I defined. In my life, I have nothing to deal. Beautiful, gorgeous, hasty …… the words I gave myself in Chen Shi’s time: heart-piercing, Time Machine. Bright, warm like a moment…… 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…