Those lost emotions

Reading Ju Meng’s long love poems and sitting in her words always make us imagine whether there will be different flowers under her wonderful pen. Her words always make our thoughts dance. Drizzle, sunshine, flowers and all the beautiful images are her lovers in her works. The breeze and the moon, the spring water Ding Dong, and the harmonious love are all permeated into our marrow, from the gentle poetic charm and dreaminess, we can feel the vast and remote in the desert, and the tenderness that can never be wiped off is like water. After reading her poems, there are clusters of roses. The purest place in my heart is pure, fragrant, lonely and beautiful. In the fragrant night, chant quietly this is a paragraph in her words written by a friend who always liked my love poem a long time ago. She spoke highly of the pleasure brought by my love poem, I also miss those days when I wrote love poems very much. I know that no matter how sentimental or lonely those days were, they were always touched. And I also firmly believe that only when there is love in my heart can there be wonderful love poems, otherwise the love poems written are crude and odorless. I can’t remember how long I haven’t written love poems. Maybe it is because living in the real fireworks world now brings me enough satisfaction and happiness, or my greed, I want to use a kind of simplicity and peace to absorb those long-lost real warmth as much as possible. I like this kind of real feeling. I can feel the real warmth every day when I open my eyes. Not only did I not write love poems, but I even wrote few essays. I comforted myself that I was constantly experiencing the precipitation of years, perhaps until a certain time, I should also change my writing style and attitude. But sometimes, when I am idle and lazy, I am still relatively guilty. Especially when I see some writers who are constantly improving and writing many excellent articles, I will ask myself: ju mengyouyou, how long will you settle down? Will those dreams of girl’s age gradually disappear in the stability of reality? I still have no answer. Ask myself, I know I want to pursue a kind of simple romance and beauty in the words, and I need the warmth of real and strong fireworks to fill the words, let those real words witness the years with me, and let those ordinary touches fill my heart all the time to make up for all kinds of regrets brought by some unsatisfactory life. I don’t know, when can I witness miracles? But I know that whenever the mood words are gorgeous in my pen tip, I am still a little complacent, especially when I see the payment notice, my vanity can also be greatly satisfied, it is as exciting as I received someone’s love poem. I understand that now I live in the real world of fireworks, but I still miss the man who called me baby a long time ago. I like his warm and affectionate voice, I like his romantic and beautiful confession, those vows to warm the dark night one by one, and those wonderful words to deeply touch the soul. However, now, those beautiful vows have disappeared, and that gentle and intoxicating voice has also disappeared. Maybe, like me, he no longer needs those love poems to keep warm, only real life is the foundation to make up for the inner heart, and those warm love poems are like the warm moon, which is still more lonely than our thin figure. Perhaps, we all need to absorb more warmth in the real world to fill the lost things in our hearts. I have always been very real, and the words are the same. I hate the affectation and falsity of moaning without illness. In my opinion, some pains must have their real sources. Otherwise, any beautiful words cannot awaken my soul, let alone enter the deep heart of my heart. Therefore, many people say that my words are very real, and they say something that can’t be expressed in their deep hearts, but they don’t know that when I feel painful, it is really painful, I didn’t exaggerate the feeling of heartbreaking at all. I even wanted to relieve the pain so as to make readers relaxed and happy. Today is my birthday. Only my daughter asked me what I wanted yesterday, and she bought it for me. I told her that she couldn’t afford what I wanted, and I didn’t like what she could buy. Instead, there was no need to waste money. After dinner, the master accompanied me for a walk. He wanted to invite me to drink cold drinks or eat something good. I always didn’t like junk food. Generally, I was full of food and didn’t want to eat anything, firstly, I am afraid that my body will be deformed because of being fat; Secondly, I am not in the mood of eating sometimes. I am afraid that the more I eat, the more I want to eat, which will become a bad habit. He also ridiculed me for fear that I would be angry and didn’t eat anything good on my birthday. I replied to him with a smile that those big fish and meat would not only waste money, but also make me fat. It would be better to live such a simple life. Walking together would not only have a good mood, but also lose weight, I can also enjoy some beautiful scenery. Thank God that you can remember my birthday. I don’t have to expect too much, and you really can’t afford what I like, why not let everything be within the scope we can bear? Besides, I have already passed the age of publicity and vanity. I thought the one who should remember this birthday would remember it. However, some people and some things will still fade with the passage of time, just as I am keen but have gradually moved away from my love poems. My birthday is the same. At most, it just tells myself that I am one year old. There is no need to struggle with the past and the invisible future. I still live in the present. I know, someone loves me deeply. Sometimes, some emotions also need to be precipitated. It is so deep that there is no need to express it in words. I haven’t read Anne’s Rose Island, but I still like to quote some of her classic words that others have quoted. She said with a smile: I have experienced many desolation of human nature and ups and downs of fate, we no longer need to devote ourselves to exploring the future ending. We know that we will grow up eventually. The pain will pass. And those who loved also disappeared. Yes, we are always waiting for those footprints of happiness. When you look back, they have disappeared. It turns out that happiness is ahead. Everything is so far away, and everything is so familiar. 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