Beginning of the end

I don’t know when it will start, and the days will become so endless. Things happened at the end of last year seemed like yesterday. The Bell of this year was ringing again. Habitually, at the end of each year, I would write a text, which was the end of the old days, and on the other hand, I would also cheer for the new beginning. After careful calculation, I have been with words for some time, but my level is limited and I have never written a valuable article. Yesterday, when I talked about writing with my friend, my friend encouraged me to submit more articles. I said, my words are not good, and no one wants them even if I vote. My friend said, how can you know if you don’t vote. I am very grateful for my friend’s encouragement, but I really understand in my heart that my words are just the real records of my life, just a way to vent my emotions, and really have little reading value, I don’t want to stain the readers’ eyes. Because of self-knowledge, I always write quietly and calmly. I won’t be ecstatic because of someone’s beauty, nor will I be hurt secretly because of someone’s disdain. In this way of writing, I think if there is not much change in real life and there are not too many restrictions on external conditions, I will stick to it all the time. Isn’t it said that everyone’s life is a wonderful book? In this case, let me lay paper and grind it, and copy it on the long scroll of life. Just like my indifferent character, in general, it was quiet and peaceful in 2011. There is no great sorrow or joy, nor any ups and downs. If there is any aftertaste, could it be in the spring day, together with my brother and sister, to help my father set up a birthday party; In summer, I took my son alone and walked in the colorful streets of the capital; In autumn, I lived outside, a little plantain, and a little smoke and rain, which added a bit of sleepless pain; In winter, I finally got a driver’s license with all my efforts. If there is any regret, it may be that there are some dreams. If they do not bloom, they will become a wisp of residual fragrance embedded in the deep soul, which makes the bones look bleak; Maybe it is impossible to spend the time in Beijing, record it in the form of words. I always felt that it was a different period of time, mixed with all kinds of feelings such as sorrow, relief, bitterness, relief, surprise and so on. I have a long-cherished wish that one day, one month, one year, one day, I will carry my luggage alone, pick up the camera, put down the hubbub, and walk on my life in endless boundless and distant places. Although the trip to Beijing was not suitable for both climate and atmosphere, the brand-new environment still made my thoughts as distant as smoke. I remember that at that time, I especially liked walking on the street, watching the blooming locust flowers, condensed into rain, falling on the platform, the roof, even the clothes and hair of pedestrians; I also liked in the Temple of Heaven, surrounded by the ancient and vigorous pine and cypress, I was stunned, imagining and sighing; In the Imperial Palace, in the ordinary family, I tried my best to take photos in close to the camera in front of the pane and roof; In the depth of the hutong, I was facing the courtyard, after all, the capital is a place where history and legend are embedded in brick cracks and glory and time are melted into oil paint. Here, no matter it is the moonlight night, walking alone in the deep hutong, or in the afternoon, the stream of people flowing in like water can feel the smell from the other end of time. Apart from this comfort and regret, the rest of the days were plain, like lakes in high mountains, Misty, cold and quiet. Diagnostic handbooks, gone. Inadvertently, a new year has come. As usual, I will still go back to my hometown to celebrate the new year, and enjoy the bustle and busyness of the new year in the joy of tired birds returning home and reunion after a long separation. Coincidentally, 2012 is also my birth year. Like many friends who have entered the year of birth, in order to achieve happiness and well-being in the coming year, I am also preparing some red clothes for myself, such as red scarf and red ultra-short down jacket. As for the coming year, I don’t know whether it is as prosperous as wish. What we can do at this moment is probably at the edge of the end of the year and the beginning of the year, to clean up the lead, smile lightly, and make ourselves bright and healthy for a lifetime …… also wish all friends healthy and happy! Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. 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Not regret cycle?

In the afternoon, the fog did not dissipate, and the world was dense. Looking up at the sky, I just saw a few meters in vain. Inevitably heart bursts confusion. Sorrow does not decrease but it is added. In such a cold day, my heart gradually became low and confused. Nothing, just walked to the window casually. Out of the window, the withered branches and branches swing freely in the wind, and there is no flourishing appearance of the past. In the blurred fog shadow, a few dead leaves were still holding on the branches alone, fluttering in the wind without direction. Maybe that was the last struggle! Who knows whether it still stops on the branch after today? Maybe the wind stopped, the fog dispersed, the world became quiet, and the leaves fell to the ground floating! But everyone knows that it will be the soil of life that withered leaves are proud! Dead leaves also have their own pride, and dead leaves also have their own pride. Even if they are scattered, they are willing to struggle in the world, see all the prosperity and return to the soil, that is the reincarnation of dead leaves without regrets in their whole life. How many people have reached the end of the other shore, wanting to turn back and see clearly: In the dream of the previous life, did they really have no regrets like dead leaves? But at the beginning of life, how many people can really prepare for a rainy day? Until the oil runs out, the lights are dead, the leaves are falling, and the flowers are broken. Then I remembered: This life is over, and there are still many things that have not been finished; There are still many people who have no chance to meet each other. If today’s fate is over, love is over. Even if the dead leaves can continue to shake in the wind at this time, how much can they recover? Maybe it can only add a lot of worries? Dead leaves have the pride of dead leaves! Even if it is scattered into mud, it is just a horn on the way to the next life. I believe that in the dream of the next life, dead leaves will be more gorgeous and enchanting. How can people be so proud? After today, there will still be Ming Dynasty. What about this life? Who can understand the afterlife? Even if I expect it, it is just a dream! When the flowers bloom on the other side, the love has dissipated. However, there was no choice but a bowl of Meng Po soup beside the bridge, which made people forget all the things before. This life will come again, and when it comes to the end of life, it will be affectionate, and it can only be in the dream of this life. Who can be like a dead leaf, the reincarnation of life without regret? 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…

si yue, singing

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