Spring Fever Night

The warm afternoon was getting cold gradually. When the night came, the slight chill scattered in the night sky, but I didn’t feel much cold. Such a Night does not affect people’s interest in drinking and tasting tea. Just this spring night, I remembered Yu Dafu’s article “the evening of the spring breeze”. In that night, spring did not bring him hope, but a struggle for life. Although a kind of slight love comes in spring, life, a suffocating living environment, makes him give up the expression of love. That kind of paper is full of melancholy, and every word is hesitant, which makes it hard to imagine how to call a peaceful life in that era. For the hot and dry spring day, he hid in the attic every day to read books, and then went out for a walk at night, so that he felt that it was really hot today on the way home after receiving a payment. Maybe the spring scenery was getting old!. I couldn’t understand the hardship of Yu Dafu’s life at that time, but I felt that I could touch his embarrassment at that time. Because of the embarrassing life, like the people born in my age, I once lived there. Tonight, this spring night. I am not anxious for life, but anxious for the floating and dry heart of living in happiness. Tonight, I stared at the night sky for a long time, but my heart was choked. Why don’t I feel happy? Why don’t people feel happy now? Are people’s desires forgotten to expand infinitely, or do people have a kind of life dilemma like Mr. Yu? Everyone is sighing, but can’t find a way out. However, my little thoughts may not be able to think this thing clearly. That kind of worry of Mr. Yu I am, but it was not so deep. Since I wanted to be deeper, I could not hold it up as a woman. Facing the dilemma of the soul, it is wrapped around the heart wall like Wisteria. How can I carry it with my thin shoulder? In the blue night, the stars are like candles, bright and distant. The slightly cold night wind makes people feel comfortable. In such a night, few people raised their heads and looked up. The people who came and went around were all passing by in a hurry, and they seldom stopped to enjoy the night which was as light as a glass of sake. Facing the hesitation and sadness of spring, my heart is very weak. I can’t express what my heart wants to tell at this moment, but I like the hope given by spring. Sometimes hope is a seed. If you want it to bloom in what season, it will bloom in that season. The season you want is your spring. Even in the cold winter, it will open like a little purple orchid, full of the whole heart stream. The night with slightly heavy spring breeze is like a cup of warm tea placed on a pair of cold and slender hands, which makes people sentimental and dependent. I always want to wander in the spring night and enjoy the dizzying thoughts that spring brings to people. In such a night, the tasteless mood is like a coward child who wants to find a kind of quiet and plain happiness, but he is afraid that this kind of plain will be forgotten. Therefore, thoughts and confusion are mixed with restless mood, and with the cold spring of this night, waiting for the warm sunshine of tomorrow. Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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…

Light monster glass ← delusion

Tears shed by heroic glory may brew dazzling light. So, Don, t say everything is, wishful thinking! 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…

There are always many hesitation

Just like the faint flowers blooming in the deserted wild, there is always a lot of hesitation in the butterfly dance, the flying bees and the beautiful breeze, just like the feeling that the moonlight cuts into the skin, which is not real, but huangruogeshi general. The night wind crosses me, and the bright moon shines on the threshold of life. In this world, which season is the entrance of dreams? Life is like a dream, which is destined to be the expression of destiny. I thought that the sun and the moon were like a shuttle. Day after day, a thick layer of yarn was woven to cover the face of the world, while the truth was hidden on the back of things. People are always used to asking for, an impetuous complex, which inspires the desires in the world. In the boundless and endless expanding consciousness, they disturb the inner peace and finally return to the starting point of ignorance. To live in this world, the most is helplessness and helplessness. For example, my father was lying in a hospital bed, groaning day after day, becoming weak and thin constantly, but his children could not replace the pain of the old man; For another example, watching other beautiful women with incense carts, weighing gold and weighing silver, however, I always couldn’t make ends meet, busy for three meals and one night all day. The helplessness and helplessness in it was just like Pan Jinlian married Wu university at that time. In fact, some of these helplessness and helplessness are reasonable, while some are caused by the expanding desire. Here, I always can’t figure out whether we cheat the world or the world deceive us? There is always a lot of hesitation in life, just like the calluses in the palm, which can neither represent your diligence nor express your delicacy in life, even if it is a blood bubble, it is often just an uncareful wound, and the pain is only oneself, which has nothing to do with others. I remember that the lyrics of a song wrote like this: long years, who can tell me if I want to say that I was confused in those years, right or wrong? I just feel that the confusion now is even worse than that in those years. Many things or things are like gobblebooks, which makes people unable to understand. This is a complicated aspect. Sometimes think carefully, in fact, life is very simple, as long as you don’t think so complicated. Don’t forget to wear cotton-padded jacket when it snows, and don’t forget to wear straw hat when it is sunny, it is so simple! At this moment, I looked out of the window at the dark sky. This chaotic world always makes people hesitate. The heart of the previous life was empty, and the sunset glow was full. I raised birds and planted flowers. In this life, the birds were gone, and the flowers were all gone, waiting for a Phoenix Tree to vanish. What about that branch? In my spare time, the lonely Phoenix night is coming, and the skylight closes gently just like our hearts 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…

And make me blue

These words are written to the life that has always been appreciate each other. They are like the salty summer breeze gently rippling on the beach. The low waves receded faintly, leaving a few colorful broken shells. The soft pure golden sand gave off a slight halo in the sunset, and a group of seagulls flew up with white wings flashing. Those words shuttling through my thin youth fell asleep quietly at the end of the ancient wooden bridge. They sing, pray and go round and round day by day, which is endless, like a baby with shining angel halo, so pure and serene. We will definitely meet each other, because we had an agreement in our previous life. It was a plain drawing which was too quiet. Autumn was like a premeditated yellow leaves scattered all over the floor. The wind blew Platycodon grandiflorum and raised their gloomy back, leaving a full of bleak and desolate. The sunlight passes through the clouds and hits the mottled wall through the withered branches. The Dusk is slightly cool and the mountain is hazy, stretching into endless Pang silence. However, this winter has always been a surprise. I suddenly felt endless disappointment. It is like every tiny warm Miss immersed in the long river of age that can never come back. Time, place, character and scene are all of the story, but those trance plots gradually become profound and unpredictable. I kissed the skirt of time in the wind and snow flying all over the sky. Occasionally, I looked through the previous words and sentences, and saw the young man who went through the Mongolian forest to see her with a nervous look or a stubborn expression, I saw the young man who escaped from history class, chemistry class, physics class, math class, playing basketball in the court and fighting indifferently, he was seen with armor rushing into a partial body with scales and said Fuck in the thorny indifferent crowd. It seems like a lifetime, the traces carved by time are all unforgettable bits and pieces one by one. I miss that teenager. The Twilight overflows like water, enchanting the sunset glow at dusk. The traffic flows endlessly in this bustling city, with the neon flashing and the traffic in a hurry. I saw people flowing in a hurry in the small restaurant on the corner, coming and going outside the cold and windy window. The setting sun reflected on their woolen coats, drawing out soft halo. I have been wandering in so many places and walked so fast that I forgot to look back. It turned out that I didn’t have so much time and opportunity to remember one by one. No one has ever left the stage like running water. Time roared forward one year and two years, leaving us who were still standing in the same place and looking around blankly. Those gossips and gossips accompanied by the mighty momentum of growth all turned into lost mood, the certainty of words and the addition of scars. Who picked up the most conical pain in the dream and decorated it into a new beginning. It is just the plot in the dream that can’t write a story after all. At the end of this wind, flowers, snow and moon, I drank all the snow. When I was ten years younger than now, I would also think about what the world would be like ten or two years later. I am ten years older than that time, and I have learned to stand in the bustling world where the wine is full of lights, singing and dancing, sitting on the top of the dormitory building with cigarettes and drinking Snowflake Beer, pretend to be 2B young literary youth and then look at the world like a fool. I really want to tell myself ten years ago. See, the barren look, hypocritical appearance, fragile body and every arrogant breath in this world are all beyond your imagination. In that summer, I was like a flying sparrow wandering in the bright time filled with cicadas and sunshine. There is no air ticket, no luggage, no notice and all the vouchers related to the distance. I can still sit in the small town and eat a bowl of hot-dry noodles in a small but clean shop, use Hanchuan who is familiar with the heart to say sweet words or platitudes. Later, it was a sentimental word, which ruthlessly divided the short time into fragmented fragments, which made people unprepared and difficult to parry. Later, it is now. Every day now, I miss my hometown. These words, through the snow and snow in the north, are naked and frankly exposed in the vast and boundless white. It is a lonely romantic past, I miss the warmth of memory in the indifferent world with a wide sword and a wide axe. The stumbling walking lost too many unrecoverable feelings. These words, sleeping on the broken pen tip, are like those scattered summer fragrance floating at the crossroads of mist crossing, becoming unreachable and hard to be recovered forever. These words, hidden in my chest, are letters sent to time. Long time no see. But now, after so many years, I found out. Long time no see, just a farewell. Under the cloudy sky, what is receding is the burning color. The light Twilight is full of mature yellow. The cold comes too fast. The Dream and tranquility covering the sleeping people’s heads are easily broken. Yesterday was full of bleak, but it was just a desolate snow. People in the wind and snow gradually lost their warm hands to forget the mellow handwriting and the tender and affectionate words, leaving the lost and irreversible mood in the long river of time. Who is full of hope at the end of the long river after experiencing the wind and frost, overlooking another distant Mobei on the way back from the snow, 2011.12.12 Like (prose editor: yuiran) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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