Who cares about the March smoke and rain dawn?

If spring arrives as scheduled, I don’t think I will express my love to the naked deciduous trees. If spring does not come for a long time, I think I will miss the sunshine that goes through singing together. You say love at this moment in the afternoon, hiding in an unwritten or unwritten chapter, I just want to convey soft feelings carefully. However, I want to love, it can be hidden in the foolishness of pretending to be naive or stupid and offending, just for a gentle favor. At this moment, when you say love, you are silent, you are happy, free and easy, A peaceful and tranquil life naturally holds hands and hugs. Only if you don’t have it deliberately can you be worth collecting forever. However, I want to love, but the interaction of emotional behavior is a pleasure in bitterness, but life in it is a thoughtful hand-in-hand and hug, because love makes everything natural. The spring tide in March seems to have a little understanding of our hearts. The river is connected with the misty sky in a hazy and unknown posture. It should be like you. Heart, my heart is on a line of water and sky, supporting each other, but I still can’t figure out whether there is fog or not. How can I know the smoke and rain in March? How do you know what you mean? Love me, you pour into every wisp of smoke love you, I pour into every drop of drizzle love I am willing to love you forever, this life can not be together love you are willing to let me suffer, together with this life? Will you still lead me next March when it rains? 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…

I and wang luo qing

—- Write an article to give you the dream of being a writer and the feeling of attachment to literature. Half of your life is about to pass. Today, I weave my literary dream again. I was once lost for those manuscripts which sank into the sea, and depressed for the manuscripts I wrote. I was an unknown nobody, an anonymous person with poor words, who would hurt your eyesight as a fledgling literature enthusiast? Thanks to the Internet, I picked up my dream again and raised my confidence! I have come to know the year of destiny, and I feel that my brain is not as good as before. I cannot weave beautiful words with forgotten words, clumsy fingers, forgetful memories and deficient words …… but I have confidence, I have a life and nearly five or ten years of life experience, which are all valuable writing materials, and I believe that today’s young people cannot compare with them. Without Hua Zao’s language, you can write plain and fluent; Without heroic words, you can write the true meaning of life …… writing life, there are ups and downs in life, bit by bit; Every word in it, they all record life and all kinds of sentiments. — An endless world, a wonderful life! Every day, I have guaranteed a certain amount of time to surf the Internet. Surfing the Internet has become a part of my life, and it is difficult to be separated from me. On the Internet, there are my blogs: Sina, Netease, literature website …… in Bohai, I have made many friends, including civilians, scholars, writers, editors …… visiting some celebrities, writers’ blogs are all impressed by their words full of youthful vitality. Some of them are already old, but their articles still have fresh vitality and charm; in addition to their long-term accumulation of rich writing experience and skillful ability to control language; It is inseparable from their long-term writing and brain training, and their diligence. Only in this way can their works last for a long time and have a large number of readers. Diligence can make up for my weakness; Writing can keep my brain in a flexible state all the time and slow down the degeneration of my brain, which strengthens my confidence in writing! There are at least four articles in the blog every month. Six or seven days, an article was published. In the blog, I got acquainted with many teachers and friends, who gave me a lot of help and motivation to move forward: for disordered words, someone corrected them; For misused words, someone corrected them for me; some people help me sort out the messy Paragraphs …… they are like a patient tutor, guiding the composition of primary school students; On festivals and festivals, friends send blessings, leave messages, pieces of notes, blessings, good wishes, like birds in the lonely forest, like nectar in the desert, like the expensive rain in spring …… the happiness of writing brought by the Internet makes my lonely heart no longer lonely, make the previous dream no longer lost …… who says the Internet is a virtual world? I clearly feel the true feelings and friendship in the world! Let the dream fly in the blog, let the dream fly in the network blossom results! Articles are sent to various websites one by one: grassroots network, novel network, prose online …… I come from the folk, and I am a worker, a blue-collar class who has been living on wages for half of my life. No high education, no background, no prominent title and fame …… just like a grass, born in the wilderness, or parasitic in the rough corner …… thin, subtle, weak and noble without famous flowers, not to mention the arrogance of Creeper; I can’t get into the Hall of elegance or the place of nobility …… however, I am rooted in fertile soil, bathed in sunshine, and also feel the happiness of life growth —- because of the network, A common network, a network that realizes the dream of grassroots authors! Reorganize your articles carefully and send them to big websites again and again, which are expectations and hopes again and again …… articles are published, names appear on the screen again and again …… tears of excitement, wet the clothes, moving tears, running tears again and again …… in the network, not seniority; In the network, regardless of nobility and dignity …… network, infused dew to withered grass, network, set up a cool shade for the grass under the sun …… the Internet gave me the dream that was about to burst. Renewed hope! Thanks to the Internet for sharing my friendship; Thanks to the Internet for letting me pick up myself again! Today, I wrote an article for you with my clumsy words! 2012 nian 1 yue 4 ri bi 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. 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