Corn poppy

Love a person, a thing or a thing, no complete reason, no clear reason to follow, as if the previous life with the lingering, but a still not end, fate has not yet ended, destined to be at the same time in this life, continue to immerse yourself in the past. When I began to touch words, I was deeply attracted by the name of “Yu Meiren”, as if I was destined with her, and the bottom of my heart was so happy. The name is so beautiful that it is shocking. If there is really a graceful beauty standing alone and glamorous, how can it not make people have countless reveries? Yumeiren and poppies belong to the same family. The stems of the flowers are curved before the flowers bloom, and round egg-shaped flower buds are placed on the top of the stems. When the flowers bloom, the petals are bright and smooth, just like colorful butterflies dancing and bending soft branches, at this time, he even straightened up the flowers. It is hard to imagine that such a weak papyrus grass could produce rich and gorgeous flowers, such as poppies, mysterious and weird. You can always see a wisp of blood and tears in clusters of flowers and reverie for beauty, which are Yu Ji’s blood and tears! Yu Ji, Xiang Yu’s favorite, is beautiful and good at sword dance. Yu Ji admired Xiang Yu’s bravery, married Xiang Yu as a concubine, and often went out with Xiang Yu. In the battle between Chu and Han, Xiang Yu was trapped in the Gaixia, and the soldiers were all alone. At night, he smelt all over the world, thinking that the Chu was completely lost. While drinking, he sang a solemn and stirring song to Yu Ji. Yu Ji danced for the overlord Chu, singing with tears: Han soldiers have been slightly, the four Chu songs. The king is loyal, and he liaosheng is a cheap concubine. After singing, he drew his sword and committed suicide. The Overlord lamented, and the soldiers shed tears, enchanting the ancient and modern times. This kind of love is hard to see in the world. I don’t judge heroes by success or failure. In my opinion, the Overlord is still proud of his failure! The earliest “Yu Meiren”, also the most representative one, was written by Li Yu in the Southern Tang Dynasty: When is the spring flower and autumn moon, and how much do you know about the past. Small building last night and Dongfeng, motherland painful moonlit in. The carved fence and Jade building should still be there, but Zhu yangai. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. Sad, euphemistic, lonely, melancholy. As the Lord of the country, Yu’s wealth and prosperity reached the extreme; However, he was conquered by the country, and the prosperity was relieved. He couldn’t bear to look back, and the sorrow was also to the extreme. This sorrow was both wide and long. He asked the heaven, asked, this sorrow is endless! It was this special experience that made the wonderful good word spread through the ages. It was a dazzling Yu Meiren in the world of CI, with high appreciation value. “Yu Meiren”, which I like, is planted and exposed in the sky by Qin Guan’s green peaches, not the number of flowers. The water lingers in the deep mountain, but it is a pity that for whom is a picturesque branch? What is the limit of light cold and fine rain? It is difficult to manage it in spring. Why not get drunk for the King? I’m afraid that people will break their intestines when they wake up. There is also Jiang Jie’s “listening to the Rain” young Listening To The Rain Song upstairs. Red candle faint. Listen to the rain in your prime. Jiangkuoyun is low, and the broken goose is called the West Wind. Now listen to the rain Monk Lu. There are stars in the temples. Joys and sorrows are always ruthless. Before the first order, drip to the dawn. Reading their words, you will enter their inner world, and you will feel that it is a rich, sad, tragic, thick and long world. There are too many Yu Meiren words, so you can’t count them carefully here. Always, in this low-pitched singing, I can see the flowers of Yu Meiren are sad, charming and enchanting, just like Yu Ji who dances swords, which makes me sad! 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. 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Give me a cigarette

Give me a cigarette! I don’t like women who smoke, and even don’t like women who smoke. But in this declining world, when my heart-wrenching pain could not be cured. How much I want to pick up that cigarette, even watching her burning quietly, burning into ashes. Let a complex disappear in the smoke. Let a regretful feeling curl up with the smoke, slowly follow the smoke, float with the smoke, and leave with the smoke …… give me a cigarette! I am not a depraved woman, I am a girl who is tightly wrapped by family ideological education. I am not an indulgent woman, I am a model of lofty self-reliance and sticking to the rules. I am not an enchanting woman, I am an ordinary and quiet woman. For that sanctity, I can’t bear to touch the world. Please give me a cigarette! I want to forget you forever. In the smoke, I want to stare at your back for the last time. I felt painful and painful. I wanted to paralyze myself with smoke and to get drunk, but I knew that getting drunk would ruin my life. Because every cell in life is in pain. So, can you give me a cigarette? I don’t like women who smoke, but there is a betrayal in my heart. I don’t want to be myself anymore. But that kind of rebellious and unruly character has always been in the bones. But I was surrounded by principles, I was surrounded by the secular world, so I wanted to break free, and I wanted to be myself who was not myself! Please forgive me, how about my indulgence? This is the only time, OK? At dusk, sit quietly in a corner, listening to a song of “Cloud Water Zen heart”. In the familiar melody, smoke is drawn out and lit. The lips of Zhu are light, and a touch of light smoke is surrounded by lips, slowly rising, diffusing, gently wrapping my lonely soul. For me, picking up that cigarette is a comfort to loneliness. Therefore, I am not lonely. Yes, I am lonely but not lonely! Loneliness is a wound that others cannot touch, and it is on the soul. However, loneliness is a woman’s choice. My loneliness should also live a different style. Smoke is burning, and every burning is burning my life. Put in fragrance once, Shine once, thus destroy once. The continuation of life is hurt in the burning Halo again and again. When the tobacco was completely gone, the romance of women was far away from the dust and never ended up. Under the night, in the music, under such a background, I longed for a cigarette, the feeling of anesthesia and the end-result of no longer loneliness. Between the rising and rising, I am not myself, I am not myself. The brand of the cigarette, -Called confidante. A confidante is just as rare. What is confidant? There is never a definition, only you can feel it from your heart. What is that cigarette? I want to say something that cannot be said. What is that cigarette? It is a fervent and persistent emotion. What is that cigarette? It is the grief and sorrow that penetrates the heart. What is that cigarette? It is a great feeling without regret to see the end of the world. Who knows, who knows, who pity, who heartache, who is a confidante!!! Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…