Wanderer

Every time when the night came, he was always sad for no reason, and he often regarded himself as a vagrant who had no home, no missing and nothing. As a vagrant, people like him always like to hide their love deeply, because those promised love cannot be realized or for other reasons, they don’t know where to start; He always gives the love that should have been dedicated to girls, he threw himself into villages, mountains, lakes, occasional children, beggars on bridges, cattle and sheep, birds, butterflies, ………. however, these originally belonged to him, now he is slowly leaving him, leaving only the leisurely picture screen in memory and the sad sigh in life. As a vagrant, or as a pure homelist like him, this is very unfair, losing the natural beloved, which is equal to strangling the lonely vagrant deeply in the wandering world, lonely life, lonely life, lonely wanderer, it seems that the world has abandoned you deeply and left you forever. At night, the stubborn night wind was always roaring rampant, and the dark night was raging and engulfing the whole world, leaving only the sad one after another. How much he wanted to leave such a world, such a life, such a life. However, he was confused in the wilderness and didn’t know how to change it and to find his own life again, his life. Until one day, a wandering dream demon woke him up and led him into another realm he had been longing for for for a long time. The wonderful dream haunted the unspeakable joy. He didn’t know whether it was because of sadness for too long or lonely life. At this moment, he unexpectedly raised his long-lost smile abruptly, the child in his dream did not laugh like him, and the flowers in his dream were not as brilliant as his smile. He smiled at everything in the dream, but at this time he saw her familiar face with Tang Tu, the smile and shadow lingered beside him faintly. His intense thoughts were attracted by the familiar shadow again. He remembered her once and her once, he still remembers the once beautiful and pure girl, Once the beautiful she was the Angel in his heart and the most beautiful object he pursued. However, at this moment, the great and beautiful image once in his world began to blur, under the wind of the lake, slowly dim, slowly melt in the dreamy dream, only to grow old, die ……-maybe for him, a lonely wanderer, his life, his story vanished from here. This may also be about a lonely person’s love, friendship, life and all his life about the soul. Maybe it should be a memorial ceremony or a confession about his fate. On May 6, 2011, in Sai Shang (Bai dong) 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…