Looking back

Ups and downs, looking back at 2011, unbearable words! Time gives me a calm vicissitudes and a kind of indifferent helplessness. Hurry, walk by, pain, faint, capricious. The Dream of the past was just like the reed flowers in the late autumn, blown by the wind gently, lifting the silent melancholy. Looking back at the past, my heart still throbs! Really unusual, advocates, deeply shallow, double whammy! The ups and downs made me physically and mentally exhausted. Life is like bitter coffee, which cannot get rid of the bitterness and astringency of nature. But I have to drink one cup after another. Maybe I was confused, maybe I was upset. I always pretend that it doesn’t matter. I often laugh with tears, but feel painful. Maybe tears are a silent release or relief! In some seasons, tears are often warm. Some memories are lightly fettered by dreams. Unintentional, casual, and unobtrusive —– the field, the village, the river, and the vanished smoke from the kitchen are the favorite scenery line when I read it. That man, that love, that love, that song! Filar Silk, whereas. It can be shining and colorful. Come and go, sleep in a beautiful heart corner, maybe flickering, maybe drifting away —- let imagination, Guess, fall into a curtain of west wind casually, and stop dreaming. Looking back, world. Time is wasted, the world is hot and cold, people have ulterior motives, love and hate love and hatred, a hint of sadness, walking in the lonely sunset glow —- turn around, a season of prosperity. Who will be a clear conscience? Who will have no regrets? Life, a dream. No matter sunshine, wind and rain, swaying tenderness, like smoke and dust, no one can enter. The tunnel of time, the Palace of life, what is life? The veil of the past is layered and overlapping. The scars are like dreams and fragmented! After several wind and rain, prosperity remains, dreams are still the same, how much worry? Looking back, fleeting time, understatement. In a dream, the flowers are colorful and fragrant, but they leave the pain all over the place. After experiencing it, I gained a pale purple heart gently, and I couldn’t tell whether it was a funny game or a romantic story. Come and go, the feeling like rain, embracing the wind, lingering, deep in my heart drunk lying and looking. If the heart is good, everything will be fine—– 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…

Warm sun in winter (1) listen to inner feelings

My heart guides me to listen to the voice of nature, the gurgling water and the verdant Birdsong. I can understand life from the blooming and falling flowers and the true meaning of life from the rising and falling leaves. Try to learn from nature and climb mountains and overlook many times in autumn. Once I climbed the Heila Mountain, climbed to the top of the mountain alone, sat on the top of the mountain, looked at the mountains with a bird’s eye view, listened to the waves of pine waves, enjoyed the breeze slowly, with a broad heart and a simple thinking. Compared with the mountains, I am tiny, just like a grass and a flower in the mountains, sucking the natural nectar between the heaven and the Earth, nourishing the growth of my soul. Try to listen to the voice of the wise and worship the superior as the teacher. In the words and words of Zen Masters, monks and philosophers, enlighten the mind, strengthen the belief and lead the way of seeking. I have learned a lot when I read “live out of time” written by Buddhist master. I secretly felt lucky that the thought of Taoism and nature was in harmony with “willing to go on the road”, and reacquainted nature in “Wind and sound of water. With a good teacher guiding the way, I am more determined to this journey of seeking. In this process, I gave up many unnecessary pursuits invisibly, making myself rich and happy. This kind of life experience can only resonate with people who pursue the same pursuit. I am not pretending to be lofty. The reality is that a few people have such pursuits. In the eyes of most people, there may be some different people, but they don’t understand. It is the different realm of life. The strange thing is that people who disdain the inner world are always troubled by many troubles and cannot help themselves. In fact, this is not strange. I don’t want to improve myself but always want to change others, which is totally different. It is very difficult to change others, and it is also very difficult to change yourself. It is also a difficult problem. The results produced by changing others are endless, without results, only more and more troubles; Changing oneself can gain a happy life. When it comes to changing oneself, it is easy to be misunderstood as negative, thinking that it is to bow to life and destiny. When I was in middle school, it was the first time that I heard from my teacher that I couldn’t change the society and wanted to change myself. At that time, there was such a misunderstanding. I thought, why can’t we change the society? Why do you feel wronged? This kind of wrong understanding has been with me for a long time. I don’t think about the truth of it. I just feel disgusted when I hear about changing myself. In recent years, I have experienced a lot, and books also give me some insights. I understand that change is not a derogatory term. Only by changing the old self can I get a new self, and change is not to make people yield, but to look at and understand the society and life in a different way of thinking. Change is not a constant complaint or complaint, but a positive action. Telling these stories always gives people the feeling of telling the truth. Maybe you have already disdained it. Somehow, people are always so impetuous that they don’t know things in depth and detail. We are all familiar with the truth, but being familiar hinders us from knowing the familiar things. In terms of these reasons, we are mostly spectators who are familiar with the stories of others. It is good to show our passion for listening. I understand that everyone is hurriedly on the road, racing for vested interests, so do you have time to listen to these useless talks? These are exactly the performance of pursuing external. When chasing the outside, I felt that I couldn’t help myself. For example, a member of the traffic was anxious because of the traffic lights. I felt that I could park the car to the roadside to see the scenery. It is also like a drinker who chats together in the banquet, sometimes making loud noises, sometimes whispering in a low voice, while a non-drinker can be a happy spectator, watching their various performances and secretly enjoying themselves. In different teams, the feeling is naturally different. I have the right to choose completely. Choosing different methods and ways from the past is to change. Only when I change, I will understand different meanings when I look back. I am fool, and understand slowly. I believe that if you choose a similar path, you will certainly gain more than me. I look forward to meeting more fellow passers-by on this road, carrying each other to different scenery and enriching my short life. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. 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