Release Yourself

There was an occasional heavy rain in March, which was pattering. Just passing by, I smelled the smell of sunshine. The falling of the rain just washed out the dirt in the air and fell into the dust. On the wet Street, vehicles slid over, wheels ran over, splashed water, splashed trousers of passers-by, and painted a watercolor painting out of thin air, giving me a pleasant scenery. Suddenly surprised, the shackles in my heart seemed to have gradually disappeared. Waiting for the sunshine to extend my hands, let me throw myself into its arms. Will the rainbow in the sky appear again? I strafed with relieved eyes to pursue the brilliance of that moment. Standing in the wind, allow to absorb the freshness after the rain, and discharge all the depression out of the chest. There are still residual dewdrops left on the branches and leaves wet by the rain. One drop or two drops drop down, lifting the ripples of accumulated water on the ground. No one will doubt the existence of natural phenomena and logical scenes, and no one will pay attention to its beauty. Only I, in the afternoon after the rain, quietly watched the ripples in the circle, rippling in my heart. The breeze blew away the smoke from the mouth, making it disappear in front of us like a phantom in an instant. The shadow of the tree was swaying with the breeze, and the branches and leaves waved in the air, stretching to the sky, looking forward to the Sunshine passing through the clouds with me and sprinkling its gentleness. Putting down the heavy burden in my heart, I felt my shoulders relaxed a lot. Let the dense atmosphere after the rain stir up the dusty memory, but there is only a slight concern. As time goes by, I can’t keep any figure or voice, but I can’t keep unforgettable memories. Those chatters and smiles as bright as sunshine were once burdens in my heart, tangled into a net. Accidentally broke into a cage without door lock, like a imprisoned bird, unable to find its own Sky. Unfolded his wings and waved them casually, but he found that the wings were broken. Although how to use them, they still hit the wall everywhere and were always trapped in the cage. Helplessly, I had to look at the green grass outside the cage, through the iron window, which seemed so close but so far away. Open your heart and want to shout, only empty valley echo, but can’t hear the small call in your heart. When trying to pry open the iron window, only his wings hurt and his weak legs hurt, but he could only make himself tired by circling in the cage. Finally, I found that the door was always there, and that shackle was handcuffed by myself. Today, looking at the floating sky, I only feel the vast sky, and the sorrow in my chest is cleared away. It seemed that I could hear the breath of fragrance in the green leaves after the rain, as if I saw the joy of the flowers being watered by the rain. Don’t want to be imprisoned by you any more, prisoners who make love. If you destroy it, you can release yourself. I would rather tear up all the diaries, but only leave your blessings, rippling under every night sky. Don’t give me your blessing, I can’t afford it, don’t say that we are friends, I have lost myself. No longer expect anything, no longer expect anything. The vast sky has my surging ideal, and the vast ocean has my own bumpy journey. However, I have words to accompany me. In that pool of ink fragrance, I can feel the unrestrained youth in the forest, the stream playing the natural melody, the wind whispering, the rain singing, and the rhythm of butterfly breaking out of the cocoon. Today, I stood at the exit of the cage. Looking back, I saw how many traces of struggle and fallen feathers left in the cage. I was alone for a while, silent. A drop of moving tears flickered at the corner of my eyes, and I would never let it slide down. I want to wave my wings and run towards the sunshine; I want to release myself and look for the long-lost Sky. The confusion in the cage once built a pair of iron wings for me. Under the crazy dance, the sound of vibration shocked the dust all over the ground and disturbed the world of mortals. I set off a gust of wind surge in my own Sky. I know that I have become stronger and braver. History will not repeat itself. What replays is the plot of the story, but it is not human and material. But you and me are just a past. Now, flowers bloom silently, leaves fall speechless. In the subtle wind, I seem to hear your distressed call, expecting me to face life calmly. I know that occasionally you will think of me in a hurry, even if it is just a passing concern today, I am still well. 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Whispered deeply, who promised who would warm the future.

No. 1 everyone will be the scenery that everyone passes along the road. And the little things in the journey became the most beautiful decorations of everyone’s life. My friend said: love is better than knowing each other, who is who, who is not who. No. 2 please don’t get too close to me, because I will make you sad. Send this information to each friend habitually, and then do what you like to do alone and listen to the songs you like, but you don’t know that the expectation on the far side has already been hurt. No. 3 I met you at the corner when my heart was already overburdened and I refused all the people’s kindness. A man who is as warm as sunshine. Therefore, my world came into a You, a sudden you. No. 4 am I happy? In the silent night, fingers shuttling back and forth on the keyboard, all at a loss. For a long time, you asked me with warm and thoughtful words: What is the happiness you want. I was shocked. I don’t know why I asked such a vulgar question. Now, how can I reply to the confused waiting there. Finally, I typed a line: unique warmth. No. 5 they can’t afford the happiness I want. I struggled desperately in my heart for countless times. Yes, they can’t afford it. I am like a cat forgotten by love, stumbling in the lonely journey and falling asleep sadly in countless dark nights. I thought my world had already fallen. However, when you stroke my face and look at the tender love in your eyes, I fell in love deeply. You warm my broken heart with your warm embrace. No. 6 dear, shall we keep loving it? I looked at you foolishly, and you attached yourself to my ears and said: I will cherish you. I am reluctant to part with you at that corner, looking at you from a distance. The sunshine shines in my heart, and a delicate flower is in full bloom. I said: give me a warm future, OK? You answer: I am willing, I can. I will always remember that a man once gave me a warm future in the blooming season of winter jasmine. I will never leave or give up this life. 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…