wang shi ru yan-Nightingales whisper

It seemed like the bright fireworks, and the resplendence that went out in a flash. I looked at the night sky, which was decorated with enchanting place just now. At this moment, it is such silence. At night, hiding behind heavy curtains, thinking that I was also in such a quiet night, thinking that we were thinking about the white snowflakes together, quietly drifting across the wilderness and the village, drifting into the human heart, the context is clearly printed on the window of the soul, so the memory becomes vivid and vivid. The songs of childhood were fragmented with the bitter north wind. It looks like the old gramophone, the yellow record, the intermittent and harsh squeak. Lying on the window, with eyes wide open, looking for the snowflake floating in front of me last year among the snowflakes flying all over the sky. It used to be so light, so delicate, like a carefully hollowed-out pattern, melting in my heart, so I always remember its appearance. Besides, it slowly disappears in my palm. At that time, I had an expectation and started the season of Snow dancing in spring. If there is one thing that can touch your heart, even if it is as tiny as snow, it will stay in your memory for a long time. The maple leaves all over the mountain are green and red, red and falling, leaving bare branches, recalling the splendor of the past and recalling the past prosperity. The wind blew, and the branches sighed each other, expressing their hearts. The surging waves hit the reef violently, and the splashing droplets, together with all the happiness in the sun, dispersed together. Year after year, day after day. In the picture of hundreds of GE competing with the stream, the fishing fire next time lit by the river is smashed in the fine reflection. White Canvas dots walk into the scroll of history and the deep blue of the sea. Standing on the top of the years, overlooking the waves of the river, along the winding river, rolling away how many sorrows, turned into clouds and smoke, Fu Na Willow waist, rising from the green mountains and green water mountain streams, the icicles which were too late to flow down, solidified into scenes of scenery, kept trying, but could not move forward even one centimeter. Winter is coming, can it still hear grass whispering under the ground? Can you still feel the root of the plant open its mouth and suck it desperately? The night began to come quietly. Birds are in the bushes, in the grass, in the nest, rest. The night in the mountain area was shrouded in a vast expanse of white chill. The night of the city was looming in the colorful neon halo, like the charming illusion in the eyes of drunk people. Or quiet, or noisy, scenes of sorrow of departure, joys and sorrows again and again, songs of joy and whining gently, read! When the weather gets cold, Wild Goose keeps flying to the south. Flying over the mountains in groups, towards the heaven in my heart, flying to flapping wings, I often feel tired; When I am injured, I only feel the depth of pain; Hoarse whine, sometimes only you can hear it; When you are lost, you often feel lonely. Time and time again, I want to rest halfway, time and time again, I want to give up the dream of chasing, time and time again, flapping wings, soaring in the blue sky, experiencing wind and rain, experiencing snow and frost, experiencing lightning strike, experience the hardships experienced by generations. The distant and long road of migration! Gently with saxophone, gentle melody, stirring. Sometimes, what understands you most is not yourself or friends, but the musical instrument in your hands and the music in your heart. The light lengthens the silhouette. The white wall and the black silhouette seem a little abrupt and harmonious. On the tea table, the boiled water was still steaming, and I read half of the books, half opened and half closed. The fresh lily in the transparent vase, the white leaves begin to curl, yellow, and the fragrance of flowers is not as strong as that when I just bought it. The East begins to turn white slowly. The Sky is almost bright, isn’t it? 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. 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One Dream

In the pavilion of the leisure room, I wrote a rhyme, looked rustling, and led the enchanting world alone… I gave up the noisy world, locked myself in the house, and knocked the keyboard helplessly, as if I had forgotten the extravagance of time. The climate in southern China is changeable in winter, so we can no longer fully believe in the weather forecast. We always stand in the wind to feel the temperature in the air, and then choose suitable clothes to go out, I smiled bitterly and became a living thermometer. Peeping at the clothes drying outside The Opposite House through the glass, on the one hand, admiring their dancing in the wind, which is like a kind of unrestrained freedom; On the other hand, there is a kind of boring idea. If it can really be creepy at night. I don’t know why I have that kind of thought. Maybe people are used to scaring themselves. My room was rented on the roof, and there was a two-square-meter balcony outside, but it seemed extremely empty. I have been thinking about planting a few pots of flowers and plants, but most lazy people are just thinking a lot but their actions are not proportional to them. Therefore, the platform can only be a show that there are always some scattered rubbish on the stage floor. Only when I couldn’t stand it any more, I used a broom to vent it casually. Is this 90 after? For this problem, it can only vary from person to person. Finally, on a windy night, the tower was swept clean by the strong wind. For this situation, I was more of a complex surprise except for my eyes gasp. However, since then, the balcony has been very clean. Maybe the strong wind not only swept away the rubbish, but also took away my remaining laziness. In autumn, sweet osmanthus is brewed, and in winter, Mei Fang comes. Osmanthus has been rewarded, where is mei? Maybe I was ignorant. Since I had stayed in southern China for two years, I still felt homesick after all since I had never seen plum blossom. I want to go back to see plum blossom, smell the original familiar air, and think of my rickets and thin father. However, when I thought of this, I began to feel a little self-accusation. Did I think of my father just because I wanted some taste? I had to come back to my father in this new year. I began to realize that if I only visited my father once in two years, how many two years and how many reunions would we have in our life? With the years, I began to learn to be alone. Nowadays, a room, a bed, a desk, a pen, a computer that is not owned but available, and then a person. I am really a bachelor with six smiles! If you want to say more, that is the most important books and a missing for father. I don’t know how others live, but everyone has his own destiny. How can he steal it? It seems that some people can easily understand the true meaning of happiness, but not everyone can be happy. The Sky at the age of 19 should have been colorful, so I decided to plant a flower called Sunflower. I wish I could follow the sunshine and run towards the territory of dreams. 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…