Waiting for prosperity, those chaotic years (Dreams)

Once, I imagined a certain day, a certain place, a certain person. I would paint colors for my sky, but I was wrong. The sky was not because of you and me. And painted with the opposite color, the only black and white world in my sky sometimes feels that we meet, we are wrong acquaintances, familiar to strangers, there is a kind of happiness, there is always a kind of sadness every day, there is a kind of happiness along the way, a kind of love with you, a kind of regret for success, a kind of cruelty in the next life, a kind of distance for sorry, a kind of distressed love in the distance, and a rain in the world of mortals, sadness was everywhere. Even if there was sunshine shining, the sunshine could not resist the existence of sadness. The rain stopped, the dream woke up, the heart broke, the wine was drunk all night, the tears flowed all night, and the wine flowed all night, broken the memory tears in my mind, crying red eyes dream is both real and unreal and vague and clear both hope and disappointment both suffering and loss both sadness and desolation both happiness and sweetness in front of the computer, tap the keyboard, tap one word after another, there is sadness. Every Word Records love. Every word records too much. I don’t want to read articles one after another. Read articles one after another. Those words are placed there for me to read, letting others watch those words is like a lifeless soul. Those words are pale, powerless and helpless. 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…