Gently push the door open

On this side of the door, from the bright spring to the green shade, it has been frozen for thousands of miles and covered with snow. Where is the door? I want to push the door gently and stretch out my hand to try whether the spring breeze has rippled over the door. The warm sunshine in winter shone on the desk through the window, shining on a line of striking words, which made the words warm and warm. Through a door, I was warmly intoxicated in the words in the winter of 2011. This belongs to the 2011. There is a slight smell of gardenia in the text, which is so simple and elegant, as if there is nothing, just like the past days. The past days were like calm rivers flowing slowly; It was like a lengthy story, turning over page by page, without any special deep marks, but it came step by step, walked to the door of the 2012. The door of the 2012 will open slowly with a gentle push. The Four Seasons come together in an orderly manner. No one will come first, and those who should come will come eventually. The swallows in the past, with the news of south China, would still come back on time and fall on the eaves of the old house, murmured the lovesickness of a season of separation. Looking at the mottled and dim colonnade with critical eyes, he would keep talking when he saw a strange figure. For them, a migration, a return is a journey and a reincarnation, this time is not much different from the last time. People don’t know where to go, peach blossom is still laughing at the spring breeze. There are less familiar faces, more strange figures, and just more conversation, adding a little melancholy. The nest collapsed and still added some inspiration to the poets in the breeze and drizzle. They didn’t care whether the spring mud they pecked now belonged to Tang Dynasty or Song Dynasty. In the carefree situation, the door was closed one by one, and one by one. Several early warblers were closed to fight for Warm Trees. Whose new swallow pecked the spring mud. I opened the helpless flower and fell away. I was familiar with Yan’s return. Between the switches again and again, I’m afraid that the one who returned was not the former Wang Xietang Qianyan. We also stand as a withered tree between the switches again and again. The butterfly is still so colorful and charming, flying in and out of the flowers. They seem to know that their own time is not very long. Breaking out of the cocoon and turning silkworms into butterflies are the reincarnation of each season and the flying of each life. Crossing the threshold of life means that one door will slowly close in life. Can you push another door at the moment one door closes, and before pushing another door, everything is unknown. Therefore, butterfly will be busy when the flowers are overflowing, wrapped in pollen and a fragrant soul. Before a door is closed, butterfly will fly happily to make the beauty fragrant. Autumn leaves always dress up the lintel and courtyard magnificently when a door is slowly closed. It knows that it can’t cross this threshold, and once again it receives the cold wind and the cold rain and autumn frost. One bright Bloom, one sad withering, this is its destiny. But it will still devote all its life to make its curtain call more solemn, gorgeous and calm. Cover those places which need decoration with gorgeous bodies. Life needs decoration, and you also need a stage. Once you are completely gorgeous, you will not have reservations or scruples, and you will not turn your attention to the future. I will not leave my expectation in my heart for the next reincarnation day after day. I will not be like a child who always wants to open that door to see if it is wonderful and fresh inside. A long story is coming to an end. No matter whether the story is wonderful or not, it should end when it is time to end. Otherwise, how can there be a restart? If the characters in the story are not well-shaped enough and the plots need to be improved, we should also draw a rest on the music, close the door that should be closed, and make the past things become history. Open a door and enter a new realm. The characters have not changed, but the content is absolutely hard to repeat. Perhaps, entering a new door, everything will be different. With the dust all the way, we stood in front of the door of the 2012, raised our hands and kowtowed gently. I couldn’t help thinking of a text called “the happy Chai Men” and Turgenev’s famous “threshold”. For us ordinary people, the door of 2012 may not be as severe as that of Turgenev. A door is life and death, corruption or greatness. That is a door of life and death, a door of right and wrong. Then, we will regard the gate of 2012 as a chai men. Simple and shabby, although there is a little loss, at least it will keep us sober and expect. I hope this is a chai men leading to happiness. Naturally, 2012 is a door that must be opened. Who can tie the door to prevent spring from coming in? Gently, I want to push the door open. Maybe, when I push it gently, the whole spring is blowing on my face. 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. 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Wandering between the secular world and the spirit

Work for life and rush about for life. The two concepts of life and work are nothing more than human field and workplace. The circle of workplace is very small. In an office, there are several familiar faces, who is what character, who is what nature, and even hobbies, language habits, psychological activities, ways and means of dealing with people, I can say eight or nine points. When those people stayed together for a long time, they changed from strangers to acquaintances, and then from acquaintances to strangers. At first, I didn’t know them, so I tried every means to get in touch with them. Once I got to know them, I felt a little cautious and even stayed together for a long time, but the communication between each other became less. It’s not that I don’t like to communicate with others. I really feel that what I want to say seems to have been finished, and the rest is a little redundant. Some words are hard to take back when they are out. They are afraid of being misunderstood or betrayed, so it is better to say less or not. But it is impossible for people to keep silent for a long time, which is also a very uncomfortable thing. Human is an emotional animal, so the language of the soul needs to pour out to others and have its own loyal and hardcore audience. Otherwise, if you stay in your heart for a long time, you will suffer from illness. However, I often feel that it is better to say nothing than to say it, so I just don’t say it! Some thoughts and emotions suddenly come. I really want to say that without any audience, I like to record these thoughts in words, which can be written or written. Recording it means expressing these ideas. Therefore, words and verses become the process of those ideas and passions. However, most of the time I still have to travel, travel and live in the secular world. In order to live and support my family, I have to live like a model and a dog. I have to learn to disguise and pretend, I have to say many words against my will, have to pretend to be serious, have to learn to pretend to be deaf and mute …… even if there are too many emotions in my heart, I have to bury them deeply in my heart, gradually learn to change color and sound. As time passes, that metaphysical thing becomes a habit. What becomes a habit is nature. However, deep in my heart, I still keep some of my original colors. This kind of primary color has a great deviation from the real society and the real life. It almost has no soil for survival, but it just sprouts, sprouts, breeds, grows, blooms, result. This is the words I wrote with my heart, and this is the language that my heart reveals. Wandering in the floating world, it seems to be in the thick fog, not clear to see, not clear, more disorganized, no clue, once filtered by the soul, those things will gradually become clear and clear. After thinking carefully, we can examine its right and wrong, and then we can know it more clearly. People cannot be divorced from the reality, nor can they completely indulge in the reality. If you want to live, you have to work hard in reality. But people can’t have their own exclusive spiritual space and own their own unique spiritual field. No matter how you change, the spiritual field that belongs to you alone and the background that belongs to you must not be changed. This may be the principle of everyone’s life. Don’t deny yourself easily. Denying your results may be the biggest tragedy in your life! [432824 Liu Jizhi, huangzhan Town Middle School, Dawu county, Hubei province]] 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…