Days “folk art” solicitation

After thinking for a while, I have been writing a word for half a month, except for the information sent on my mobile phone and the supermarket shopping memo written on a small piece of paper. In fact, writing is neither my occupation nor my necessity, so why should I think of it and give birth to a feeling of unsteadiness. Today, a female writer said that her friend once said that saving 2000 words on the computer every day was no different from the sense of sureness of saving 200 yuan every day. This statement makes me envy. Saving 200 yuan every day, or saving 2000 words, is so practical that I can’t finish any of them. I should be very uneasy! But when I analyzed my own feeling of a little unsteadfast, I found that it was actually specious. I am slowly following my inner appearance and feel at ease. What can I do if there is no strong wooden life, including the purpose of every day and every year. Looking forward for ten years, I found that I had been in a state of anxiety and worry before, but nothing worrying happened. I made this process inadequate and leaked air everywhere. I also found myself a very loose person, and when I saw words like struggle and struggle, I felt goose bumps all over my body. I thought it was wrong in the past, but of course I should struggle. Now with the thickening of the age, the truth emerges and is no longer controlled. What can we do without fighting. I have enough food and drink, and I don’t spend much. I live in countless mental life every day. Time is free, and I leave it at will. Only in this way can I see that I coincide with myself, and my steps seem peaceful. There are so many people in the world, such a different life, and there will always be people whose way of life is beyond your tolerance and imagination. I am just an ordinary person, not surprised or outstanding. I just decided to make myself happy. There are many feelings of happiness, and there is always my own one. I didn’t write for half a month, because of my physical discomfort, I suddenly felt tired of writing. All I could express was that I had passed the image in my heart and had no interest in turning it into words. Moreover, at first, I thought what if I didn’t write it out. The days passed, which was the only meaning for everyone. What we can’t do is to stand side by side with the day affectionately and attentively, watching it passing by. There is such a pair of eyes in the world. Maybe in everyone’s depth, we turn around, it is in the back again. So we can only do something to go with the days, what to do, and what is the difference? The difference is only the mood at that time. I’m tired of writing, so I don’t write any more. I feel very good after half a month like this. I did other things that I was willing to do. I was hungry, ate, sleepy, slept, watched simple TV, watched video discs and restrained the habit of writing notes. I didn’t feel uneasy or uncomfortable, and when you see something similar to power in some moments, save it quickly and put it in your heart. Looking through Borges’s articles casually, there was a passage jumping out like a bosom friend, which made me feel hug immediately. He said, sometimes, his boredom was like a kind of happiness. Sometimes, his psychological activities are not much more complicated than a dog. I don’t have to say anything here anymore. 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…

Spring breeze children

When we were sitting in the classroom and listening to the Chinese teacher reading the wind of spring written by him, we turned our heads out of the window curiously, looking for the wind of spring. Outside the window, spring is coming from a distance intensively. Look: The Willow outside the window was still bare yesterday, and today it is full of countless pale yellow leaf buds, which seems to blink your eyes! Unfortunately, we didn’t see the shadow of spring breeze, then where would she be? The Chinese teacher seemed to see our thoughts, so he simply let us open all the windows, and all the closed thoughts of the students were also opened together. Just at this moment, soft things stroked our faces, as soft as mother’s hands, and as comfortable as the teacher’s kindly eyes. Looking at the ancient willow outside the window, tens of thousands of willows swung gently at this moment, again. Those pale yellow eyes trembled slightly. Surprise and panic swayed with the shaking of the willow. Wasn’t that the feet of the wind? We almost shouted. However, the good times did not last long. Soon, the ancient willow recovered its motionless expression. Our good mood suddenly ended, all the joy suddenly became stiff, and our loss grew wildly all over the classroom. The Chinese teacher saw our thoughts and said that we could go to find Chun Feng after class. She belonged to all the children! In the spring of this year, as soon as my classmates and I had time, we went to the leaves and the Bird’s Nest, looking for the spring breeze in the swallows’s cry. When we reported the found spring breeze to the Chinese teacher, the spring breeze was unexpectedly different. Xiao Ya said: Spring Breeze is a sparkling dancer, she is dancing on the water, so cool! Keke said: Spring Breeze is Fertilizer. She slept on the leaves for a few nights, and ye er grew up. I said: Chun Feng ER is a painter. She painted our Xidu town well. I, who was poor in vocabulary, just breathed out excitedly, but could not say more words. Do you want spring breeze? Chinese teacher. Want! Since then, we have been dreaming of having spring breeze every night. In my dream, I became a painter, stepping on the spring breeze with my feet, flying everywhere and drawing my beautiful paintings everywhere. However, the spring was not long, and we entered the threshold of winter without paying attention. In the long winter, the spring breeze went somewhere, which made us look at the sky anxiously and the bare branches. The window of the classroom was always open every day, hoping that the spring breeze would step on the branches of ancient willows to climb into the window. She also hoped that she would stretch out her fingers coldly and Pat our gray thoughts. However, outside the classroom, there was still gray sky, lonely and boundless, and only the east wind was singing in the snow. The ancient willow outside the classroom looked cold and trembling. The Chinese teacher looked at us and said nothing with his head lowered. Until one day, when the Chinese teacher read his “The wind of Spring” for us again, our frozen little heart melted, and everyone read it with the teacher, it began to wave the expression touched by the spring breeze. The classmates looked at each other and suddenly found that Chunfeng hadn’t left. She lived in the hearts of the classmates! Isn’t she crawling on the faces of her classmates at the moment? As long as you are willing, you will have her in your heart! The classmates looked out of the window, and the snow in winter was still in the vast underground. Winter goes and spring comes, winter goes and spring comes. Time changes facial makeup, but the spring breeze of childhood is not old in my heart. I also tried hard to learn painting. 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