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The heart is like an empty glass. The water inside is dried by time, leaving only a naked body. The hot sun outside the window continues the fervor of summer. The warm light generously shines on every corner of the Earth, while I am still used to hiding in a corner of the house as before. The original empty heart feels more empty now, staring blankly at the white wall. The Shadow on the wall has gone through 24 hours inadvertently. The light is shy, and it is always shy to light up the shadow on the wall again with its slightly flashing light. Deep in the distant memory, I used to yearn for the sunrise and sunset very affectionately, and also wrote many poems that love it. Now, when I have free time, I ignore it, time sadly turned into the fine sand in the funnel on my desk, gently shedding from my fingertips, quietly, my heart was in the jade pot, but it still slipped away quietly with the help of the pen. Light, hot and hard to be, does it have any intention? What do you want to steal from the world? Therefore, people who couldn’t stand loneliness always liked to wander on the narrow balcony without looking for it on purpose. They always saw sporadic lovers under the shade of trees and on the grass. I am can’t bear to see my shadow, because it is always accompanying me and never giving up. I don’t know which shade or grass my partner will appear in. I envy those people who have the happiness I don’t have now. In my opinion, since they will come together, they must have some destined fate. Cherish it, after all, he or she will be the only one in our future life! I felt so humble at this moment. Outside the door of happiness, there was even a beggar like me passing by. The temperature was still eroding the world. The Cloud fled to the tree to enjoy the cool. This was what I was thinking, in the Sun, didn’t you spend hundreds of millions of spring and autumn in loneliness? Unfortunately, there is no loyal shadow accompanying you! Therefore, an ominous thought came to mind: Are you jealous? The warmth and happiness in the world, knowing and loving each other, holding hands and growing old together. Does the beautiful fable in the world make you look unhappy in the sky? Therefore, you turn time into a suffering machine. Have you cursed time? People in the world should break up for a trivial matter. Those people on the grass under the shade of trees were still so close at that time, but at this time they built a wall of Hearts and dried up the nectar in the world, but it will secretly embrace the world when people don’t pay attention to it; But what about the evaporated feelings? After it left, it couldn’t come back any more. The walls of each other’s hearts were too strong. Looking at my shadow in the room with dull eyes, it was stretching bit by bit, which I couldn’t reach, the desolate salty liquid moistened my eyes, and there was no reason to fill the glass on the table with water. It was treated pure water, looking at the changing shadow reflected in the water, the Cup is also reflected outside the window, and the brilliance will always be buried by the night. You forget that there is still warmth under the night, under the night, under the dim street lamp, it is still a pair of water in a long deep shadow Cup, trembling slightly, which is the movement of blood in the chest and abdomen. What I can do now is to close my eyes and put my hands together to make a glass, pray for water and long shadow. 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…

Spring

Walking alone on the street, the lingering spring breeze comforted me like a woman’s soft hands. Some worries, hopes, memories and sadness become a circle of gradually disappearing ripples. How can we live up to such a good spring breeze? Don’t want anything, open your mind, open your heart, blow away your hair and immerse yourself in it completely. The spring breeze blows away the budding buds of all things, and the spring breeze blows out hope and beginning. The spring breeze is a good medicine for me to treat trauma. My wife finally proposed to break up with me, and the marriage life of six years would break up in this beautiful spring. On the contrary, this is not a satire on life and life, but a response to the saying that spring is the beginning of the growth of all things. Buddha said, everything goes with fate. A Dream of Red Mansions is good, and the song is also thorough. After all, we should go. We should always come. Facing life calmly and living a good life every day may be the best response to life. The spring breeze blows away the smiling faces of pedestrians, and the street vendors smile lightly. The various front rooms are opened one after another. From time to time, the sound of firecrackers welcoming the opening is heard unconsciously passing through a street, I saw the old lady selling newspapers again under a tree. She also started a new life in the year of tiger! My heart moved awe-inspiring while I still forgot in the spring breeze and sank in the reality. I have been paying attention to the old lady for three years. No matter it is cold or hot, and the wind and dust are flying, I often meet this old lady who sells newspapers on the Communist Youth League road or donger Road. The old lady is over seventy years old, with gray hair, thin, wrinkled face, turbid concave eyes and persistent expression. She sat on the stone along the road, with a shabby baby carriage beside her legs. The newspaper in the carriage was only a kind of Zibo sound screen newspaper, about twenty copies. The old lady waited silently like this, watching the cars coming and going, solidifying into a scenery and coordinate in the raised car dust. On my way off work, I wanted to stop for several times to buy her newspaper, but I didn’t like reading “sound screen newspaper”, and I was busy in the world, even though occasionally touched by my heart, unexpectedly, I rode away unwittingly. I hate my selfishness, impetuousness and soul without love. The old lady was still the old lady last year. She didn’t buy new clothes for herself. There were still 20 or 30 copies of “Sound Screen newspaper” in the baby carriage. Her sitting posture and persistence and expression remained the same, but her hair grew longer, standing up in the wind, like a cluster of burning white flame. All of a sudden, I saw my mother from her white hair, which was like white hair, fluttering in the mountain wind in the field, twining my mother standing at the head of the village and sending me away. The eyes contained that unwilling and concerned, expectations and blessing. My old mother, now my son has done another wrong thing, please raise your aging and dry hands to hit me. I am no longer crying like when I was a child, I was only worried that it hurt your hands. I walked gently to the old lady. No, it was my mother. I wanted to say something, but my throat choked, I could only say one word from time to time. I wanted to buy a newspaper. The old lady looked up at me rudely. She held out a piece of newspaper with her slow dry hand and handed it to me. Then she looked straight at the street where the traffic was going. I hurriedly took out 100 yuan and put it into the old lady’s hand, picked up all her newspapers, and hurried away, tears like the flood that opened the gate, gushed out [finished] and wrote it on the 2010224 Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…