And blue into dark

I am not a person who likes to be busy for a long time, because I can’t stand the noise. Most of my characters are quiet, especially when I am alone. If divided by color, this character should belong to Blue Series. It’s so big, I really like three colors. I liked green when I was young, because everyone said it was the color of life, and I also thought it was; I once liked red when I was in my twenties, because the red was warm, and I hoped I could be more active; in most of the rest of the time, I still like blue. I can’t tell the specific reason, but I just like it. When I went to school in Dalian, the school was near the city, surrounded by sea, mountains, few residents and extremely quiet. When I was bored, I often ran to the seaside alone in the evening, sitting on the reef and watching the sunset quietly. The sound of the waves beating the reef and the sound of the gulls chirping were just around the ears, but it seemed that nothing was heard. Looking at the blue sky, sea and Sunset quietly, my heart will be much quieter. In the days of wandering around the sea, when the wind is calm, I like to sit quietly on the deck or lean on the handrail beside the ship side, watching the sun in the sky fall into the sea calmly. At the beginning of the day, it was blue, as bright as Washing. Occasionally, there were silky white clouds dyed into light and gorgeous red by the setting sun, which were scattered in the sky; The sea water shook gently, just like huge blue silks and satins. Slowly, the sea water connecting the West with the sky has been dyed into shiny red, sparkling, reflecting the red sky; The sun sank into the sea little by little, and the light turned from bright to dim, the sky, clouds and sea water which were dyed red by the setting sun also gradually turned gray and dark until the twilight converged and everything around completely melted into darkness. I also completely integrated myself into the darkness. I am lonely and quiet in the dark, but my mind changes suddenly like a strong wild horse. The dim sky and sea became mysterious and melancholy; There were black with the same color and different shades around; The stars lit up from a distance, flashing, but there was no sound. There is a little coolness on my arms, and I feel a little disappointed in my heart. Turn back to the room and find yourself in reality. 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…

Wandering all over the world

In the night sky baptized by spring rain, the fragrance of light soil echoed in the air. Standing alone on the top of the office building, enjoying the rare tranquility quietly. In such a fast-paced city, even breathing is fast-paced, but I prefer a slow-paced life. I couldn’t help thinking: do I belong here? A voice from the bottom of my heart said to me: no. I once wrote that I am destined to be a prodigal in my life. Since I am a vagrant, there is no place belonging to me. To be exact, I don’t belong to any place. Or it can be said that any inch of land belongs to me, and I belong to every inch of land. It seems to sound nonsense. I remember where I saw such a statement saying that life is a process of self-cultivation. This reminds me of a sentence in “Buddhist Scriptures”: Practice is a kind of patience, which requires tolerance to plain and loneliness. How many people can be willing to be plain and resistant to loneliness? Once Young, who never wanted to be vigorous? In the prosperous year of that year, who is willing to enjoy the loneliness of his heart alone? What a high level it is! I think those who can do can be conferred Saint. Suddenly, another sentence appeared in my mind: life is endless and I am lonely. I can’t remember who said it. Someone once said to me: you are a person who cannot live without words. Yes, I am a person who cannot live without words. If you don’t write something for a period of time, it seems that something is missing. Words and I seem to have become one, and it has been connected with my flesh and blood. If you want to separate, only the jade and the stone are burned. At this time, the sudden flash of light came out, so this poem which could not be called poem was typed out on the keyboard: the ordinary people traveled to the world, and they were frightened at midnight in BC. MINURCAT awake uprooted to horizon, only for chapters ban ri xian. Just for the leisure half day of Floating Life, have you embarked on a wandering journey since then? Will regret it? I don’t know, but at least I have never regretted so far. I like a poem very much: Why do you have to die in the Mulberry land? Where is the Green Mountain in the world! How free and uninhibited it is! A laughter red, sword dance Tianya yi man lapel. One day Hua will grow, and he will never waste his life in martial arts. However, one day after many years, when the old can no longer drift, recalling all kinds of years, can I still stick to the end of the world? 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…