Hotel California

On the highway, the passenger plane and I were chatting everywhere on the bus, which was loaded with dozens of tons of long-distance goods. The driver is a middle-aged man with more than twenty years of experience, and chatting is an effective means to restrain sleepiness in long distance, which is the basic common sense. But the topic always has an end, especially those who have generation gap. After talking all the topics that could be caught in my mind, there was only the roar of the engine mixed with the wind. There was almost no change in the road ahead except for the occasional small corner. I tried hard to say something, but there was really nothing to say. Although the noise roar came from my ears, it was especially quiet in the cab. It seemed that I could play some music to dispel the silence in the noise. But where should I put my sight? On the left, Shi Ji’s face was full of concentrated expressions, which obviously had no reason to keep my sight no matter from personal preference or life safety. The trees on the right side of the road were moving Blurred. In the distance, except for the field plants and the occasional houses were moving slowly, all of which made people mad and boring. I had to listen to the song, but there was no focus in my eyes to summarize the front reluctantly. The road in the distance came slowly, but he was eager to plug a song of California hotel under the car, which made people intoxicated on such a journey. The classic part of classic old songs lies in that few lyrics and melodies are perfectly matched, which can always make your heart present the texture of pictures and images —- on the dark and desolate road, the cool breeze blew away my hair. The warm breath of colitas (drugs) rose in the air. Looking up into the distance, the slight light flickered, my mind became heavy, and my sight became more and more blurred. She had to stop to find a place to spend the night, while she was standing by the porch. I heard the bell ringing in my ears, and I thought in my heart that there was only one difference between hell and heaven. She lit a candle and led the way in front of me. Deep in the corridor, a burst of songs echoed (Illusion after taking drugs). I vaguely heard them singing: — Welcome to the California Hotel… the music, the wind and the roar of the engine make my world so quiet. Quiet can let you separate the independent music from the noisy Symphony, the melody is so beautiful; Quiet can let you separate the independent roaring wind from the noisy Symphony, nature is so close… at this moment, my mind is very clear. I know whether the driver is bumping on the county highway after getting off the highway, turning left and right or braking at variable speed. The heart is as clear and transparent as never before. I am sure that this feeling is a kind of enjoyment. The sudden awakening of the defense line in my heart is surprising. Days! When did I close my eyes! I have reminded myself that I can’t sleep on this trip! What’s going on? Why is the sleeping skin so heavy that I am sleepy? How can sleep? A series of self-accusation in the heart. I tried my best to open the sleeping skin and looked at the front and around. Although my heart was sober, the process of opening my eyes was very uncomfortable. I asked the driver about the distance from the destination, and the answer was that I still had time to rest my eyelids. After several struggles in my heart, I gave in such a reason: as long as I know clearly in my heart, how difficult it is to open my eyes! In this way, I gave up resistance. Gradually, the whole world became quiet. Music, wind and roar gradually blurred and disappeared, thoughts also stopped, and the whole time and space were still (the original name of this article is hypnotic prelude, at the beginning of writing, the purpose was to discuss the influence of environment on psychology in the process of Psychological Hypnosis —- the case that environment promotes the effect of sensory information reception on psychology) 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…

Suddenly remembered

The distance that can be touched by eyes is still a vast expanse of white. Winter comes quietly like this. No matter looking far away or close at hand, it is always the same color, in the natural brushwork, the winter in the North is always the same as before, and its cool tone will not be changed. I can’t remember how many days I didn’t write, and I can’t even remember who the people who used to be warm in the Internet for a moment. With a smile, who will become the passers-by in life, or in reality, whether in the virtual world, live like a play. People who act and watch the play are all busy in the play. Every day in the noise of young children, they seem to have the feeling of adapting and getting used to it, but when all these noises are gone, what I want most is still a person. I don’t need to be with anyone, let alone words. I am the only one in my world. More and more hearts converge into the frozen world in the bottom of my heart. Under the rolling of the annual rings, there will be no change any more. It is not warm, painful or itchy, and it has reached a degree of numbness, I have been living day by day for more than a year at home in small towns and counties. I think this year seems to be the darkest in my life, my beloved grandma slept in the early spring when the ice and snow hadn’t melted, and she didn’t wake up any more. My Love was also different at the end of the spring! I have endured some so-called things that I should endure, and I have also painstakingly touched the most weak inch in my heart. In the days when I am entangled in my heart, in the ups and downs of trifles, on the way to make a living and work hard, tired! I really want to give up, and give up what I don’t like, but I just can’t, lamenting, the individual of life will always have too many cuts with other things, and the reason is still chaotic! More and more yearning for the life of Zen, such as going to the temple with friends in summer, quiet, quiet, no tearing of you and me, no big sorrow and joy, return to the most primitive state of people, what kind of beauty should it be! In the Buddha’s voice, everything can be relieved, and then it will return to peace. From then on, there will be no distracting thoughts in the heart. I wanted to complain that no one called me in the bed that day. At this time, I sat next to each other and said freely between my eyebrows. Fortunately, when I wanted to pour out, someone could understand it without my words. What is entangled in the heart is the knot! How could that cup of glass bear the alternative sadness? When I was in middle age, I suddenly found that there were fewer and fewer people to talk to. If it wasn’t for this mood, I could turn it into words occasionally, maybe I will become a silent person. When I no longer believe in one person, the world begins to be blurred in front of my eyes. The oath is mixed with gaffes, and lies are exposed in the deception! Who’s tears drown out who’s past, who will be obsessed with chanting the love of the Earth and the Earth in the days, laughing to the death, an idiot-like person.. The snores of that man always sounded timely. I was really tired of such a scene for many years. There was no quarrel, no clamor, but there was a battlefield in my heart, and I was defeated like a clown, losing everything, leaving only a face as funny as a mask. In a gloomy place, when the water passes, who will you say goodbye? If so, I can’t be decadent at last. If it is better to be relieved, after all, I still have to walk. After all, I can still walk. After a journey of mountains and rivers, the sun rises and falls again, and everything goes round and round. Thank you for writing. When I feel that I have nothing, my hands can be lighter than the keyboard. Thank you for writing, my forever friend! On such a cold winter night, accompany me to sing a long-lost song. You know you know, you know people are sinister, you know love is like water clouds, you know a heart is a world. Then please, please lead me, don’t let me lose myself. I always stare at myself in the dark night. In the dark, there are childhood years, love at that time, treacherous faces, deep and cold deep valleys. There are too many and too many in a person’s world, it seems that I can’t breathe. Some days later, I can have a rest, leave here temporarily, and see my daughter every day. Waiting lies in the moment when words are the companion. Even if you love, it is only for your daughter! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…