Miss You, on this cold winter night in Mei Xue

In the winter night, it was quiet and deep, and the light Moonlight hung over the boundless earth, with the bright moon as Frost spreading quietly a feeling of missing. When I lingered silently in this cold moonlight night, my mind was clear, meaningful and lingering. The night in winter is quiet and hazy. In the cold air, it seems to carry shallow sadness and coldness. It is also quiet and full of deep poetry. In the winter night, I walked alone in this cold cold night like ice. In this silent winter night, I could hear my breath and the wonderful music of recalling you in the distance! It was another night like this. When I woke up at midnight, I tossed and turned and couldn’t fall asleep again. Bright, lights dim. I am used to such quietness and like the cold and cheerless winter nights. A person strolls in the words like this, measuring the thickness and depth of the night step by step. The Moonlight splashed with the dense mist, which drew the outline of the night like Danqing ink painting. A wisp of soft feelings came from this Danqing ink painting in a leisurely way, wandering in the dim mottled moonlight. Looking at the distant Milky Way in the night sky, the imagination of the atrium slowly gushed out from the softest corner of the heart and spread to the distance. At night, who lowered his head and expressed the cold tonight? I tap the keyboard and open my heart slowly, letting the tide of missing flow with my heart. Although the cold winter night froze my limbs, when I thought of you, my heart would be filled with heat, and I would feel warm because of friendship! At this time, my tenderness is like water, as if surrounded by your warmth! Staring at the bright moon in the sky, thinking about you in the distance. You are far away from me, but like the moon in the sky, you can see and appreciate it, only wish you could see each other! Care is so strange, not limited by time and space, not blocked by time, not lost because of appearance, flowing quietly in the Heart River! The sound of the keyboard touches my heart. How about not thinking about the past? Don’t dare to think about the future? I only hope that time can stop, so that we can quietly experience each other’s feelings at this moment. I am used to seeing too much hypocrisy and ugliness in the world; I have seen through too many people’s lie games with each other; I think I will no longer be credulous and care about who is who. However, when I face you, why do I care so much about who I am in others’ eyes? Why do you firmly believe that you and I will share all the worries and sorrows of each other? There have been too many opportunities and too many tiredness, and I thought that I could keep my heart calm from now on. But at this moment, why do I have such a deep-rooted attachment? Your breath is filled in the invisible air, so familiar and confused! Thinking about you, heart, is sour and sweet; Don’t want you, my heart, but only blank and lost! I don’t like winter. It is because of you that I gradually fell in love with this season; I don’t like the night, but I have an indissoluble bond with it because of you. The season flows warmly because of you; The night is bright because of you; The mood is relaxed because of you, the thoughts are sublimated and fragrant because of you, and the plum blossom in the heart is allowed to bloom quietly at midnight. In the winter night, because I care about you, the always restrained heart becomes deeper and the thoughts become clearer. Because there is a concern for you, the feelings of missing understand the dream of Winter Night! I don’t know whether the repeated life is tired or used to it. It looks like snowflakes flying in the air. It seems very beautiful, but who knows their sadness and God’s cold pain! The disappointing tears came down, and the memories gradually melted and blurred the past like falling snowflakes. Recalling the past bit by bit by accident, I felt an unspeakable feeling in my heart. I lay on my back by the bed, gazing at the dark night outside the window, thinking of the past pain and looking for its traces, once happy and sweet, enjoying the intermittent fragments, the original happy and sweet days, too few, even traces can not be found in memory! Tonight, I sit in a corner and miss you quietly. I want to know what you are doing? I want to know if you are thinking about me? I want to know if I can be seen in front of your eyes when you stare at the distance? I want to know if you see me waiting for you at the intersection of dreams when you walk into the sweet dreamland. I like to sit here quietly and miss you. I miss you so quietly and call you quietly in my heart. I really want to call you in this quiet night sky! May you find yourself as soon as possible! I haven’t been so weak for a long time. Let me open the gate of memory and look at the original you. I haven’t cared about you like today for a long time. I put your face folded by years in the warmest place in my heart, making the most beautiful time in the past red in this cold winter night, light up the sky outside the window. Stay away from the noise and complexity in the world of mortals, and fill my waiting with the warmth in the corner of your eyes to resist the cold in the air. In the center of the night, is the increasingly heavy fog always trying to tie the curtain of faint and long dreams lightly when the memory collides gently under the moon and at night, and don’t be shaken away by the wind, don’t be overwhelmed by the night. Dependence does not necessarily last long, romance does not necessarily last long, the melancholy of missing exile lingers in the wet eyes of the night! Tonight, I have soaked the bitterness in music here, stained with the color of red plum, and wrote down sentimental poems for you. Although I don’t know when you will see the wind under your window, I still carve the fire in my heart through my snow-white clothes, let friendship wipe off a piece of snowflake in front of you and give you a wisp of fragrance! Maybe it is destined, I like to vent my mood with words in this life! Even if someone says I am sensational and groaning painlessly, let them talk about it! I don’t care at all, because in the words, I may live more relaxed and more comfortable! When a person is listening to the sad and moving music in the quiet midnight, although it will make his heart feel sad from time to time, sometimes he feels it is also a kind of enjoyment! Missing is flowing far away, feeling is light, the disordered sentences tonight, drunk body and mind wandering and the Pray of caring, I don’t know how many times I used to look back at my previous life, only in this life can I change my shoulder with you, and I don’t know how much emotion I drink, can I fill up the ravines that I care about, and the love turns slowly, with infinite tenderness. In the cold winter night of silence, who sang the long yearning, sang the bitter words and lit the heart lamp? The murmur of love and the rendering of missing without trace, the expectation in my heart is still dancing in my dream. Take the wine to the wind, get drunk and hang on the lakeside; Touch the piano with your hands, flick your deep thoughts; Count the sentiments in the bottom of your heart for the bright moon; Stare at the sky, and make a wish of stars! Let the clumsy pen dip deep feelings into it and write a wish for you; Let the Cup fill up the admiration and drink your sweetness! No matter how the world changes, you have no regrets to be your beauty. No matter whether the moon is full or not, you only wish to hold hands and stay with each other. There will be no regrets in this life! Miss You, on this cold winter night in Mei Xue Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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”. 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Seven days

There are 365 days in a year, but how long do we spend with our parents? According to my own statistics, the time I spend with my parents is only about 20 days on and off in a year. I was really ashamed. Although it was only a hundred miles away, I seldom left time for them. Usually it’s just a phone call, a few chatting to ask the body to ask about life. I always find some excuses for myself. I am busy with time and too tired to take a bus. My children need to accompany me when learning …… although these objective reasons exist. Sometimes they even get busy and make a phone call after half a month. However, parents often make phone calls to ask about the living conditions and children’s growth and education and so on. Years later, my parents took time to stay here for seven days, which was also the longest time I spent alone with them after I got married. We went for a walk together. They followed me as if they were taking me when I was a child. My steps were faster. They fell behind a bit when I turned around. There was a steep acid in their hearts: they were really old, and there would be no more vigorous pace. So I slowed down my pace and walked beside them, listening to their nagging family brothers and talking about the worldly wisdom in the village. I bought some vegetables and daily necessities through the supermarket when I came back. My father carried a big bag of things when I was holding my little niece. Every time he walked a few steps, he changed his hands, and there was something more than ten Jin which made him tired and breathless. My eyes are fashionable: when I was young, he often held me up with one hand and kept turning in the air. I persuaded him to put the things aside for a while and I would come back to get them. He refused to take them to the downstairs stubbornly. I found that his back was no longer straight and bent. I went to take a breath. He didn’t worry about telling me to go downstairs. I said no, you go back and have a rest. When I came back, he had been waiting for me in the cold wind, and insisted on sending my breath upstairs. I argued with him that I could carry this weight. He was duty-bound to grab the gas cylinder with both hands. When I was going to sweep the floor, I found that the floor was clean and bright, which was obviously just cleaned. I came back a little later, and the meal was already well prepared. When I complained that they didn’t have a rest, they always said with a smile that these little jobs were nothing. Every day when the child is out of school, they always go out early to wait outside school, and meet the child’s small wishes and buy what she wants. One sentence he often said is: you are not around us, and we have never hurt children much. And constantly pointed out that my methods of educating children were not peaceful enough, and told me that I needed patience to treat children. My father and daughter were blowing bubbles together, watching cartoons and playing badminton. I was watching silently, as if time went back. When I was young, my father often played with me and always waited for me at the entrance of the village at the end of the night self-study. We watched TV and chatted together in the evening. When talking about the relationship between children and parents, I inevitably started complaining about some trivial things with my husband’s family. My father always said gently: every family has a hard book to read, and everything always needs tolerance. My mother would add: think more about the benefits in everything, and it is also a blessing to suffer losses. Seeing their experienced faces deeply impressing the wisdom accumulated by years, I felt relieved instantly. Too many details, too many pictures, in this short seven days. The most impressive section I remembered was that in the public service advertisement on TV, relatives kept calling back, just asking Hou Xia’s old mother that her daughter could not come back, and her son and daughter-in-law could not come back, my grandson just said a few words and hung up. The old mother said, busy, busy. Then you sit lonely in front of the TV without program. The voice-over is to stop your parents from feeling lonely. My mother seemed not to understand clearly, so she glanced at my father. My father only said one word, it was too lonely to be accompanied. At that moment, my eyes became wet, and warm liquid fell down hot. Seven days is just a small fragment in the boundless wilderness of time, which is not worth mentioning; Seven days is a big shock in my limited life, which will last forever in my heart. It was these seven days that made me understand how selfless my parents’ love is and how selfish I am as my daughter, it also let me know how to make up for my shortcomings and repay my parents. Although they don’t want to pay back. I don’t want this kind of regret if my son wants to be filial and doesn’t care. I will accompany them through the dusk of life with more seven days, just like they accompany us to the dawn of life with countless seven days. Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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. 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