A gust of breeze, half a dream!

If there is never me in this world, then what regrets and sorrows do you have. Life is a stumbling twist, and death is a tranquil star. Return to dust, rain and dew. There is no longer me in this world, but I am everywhere. Quoted from Tian Wei’s “half mu of flower field” 1 some memories, some melodies, no need to deliberately, are remembered in this way. Life is neither the beginning of the first sight nor the beauty of the first sight. 2 those deep and shallow intersections are just imprints of years without interpretation. The sky is gradually dark. The wind blows, the rain slops, and it is wet. Like the water in March, one person waited quietly, waiting for a bright encounter. The past is verdant, the face like water years, picking up the dream left in my mind, let me miss you in a quiet dream, let me detour alone in the dream. Cut a period of shallow time and listen to the whispers in the dream. 3 Many memories are like scenes hidden in the Flower Shadow. The dark fragrance blows the sleeves, and the shadow is hard to stay. What happened once was deposited in the details of the plot. The wind blows, the fragrance is fragrant, it is memories, attachment, and the time of our youth. Through time and space, they made a deal with their own worries. They could never find the original cause and effect. 4 everyone is a passer-by on the road of life. They meet at different intersections, seek in strange scenery, and gather and leave in the swaying years. Waiting for a tranquil sea of hearts, watching the clouds lightly and circling the clouds, weaving a beautiful encounter, becoming a quiet melody, a pure and beautiful picture scroll, and a graceful seal of words. 5 The past is filled with dust and rusted in the low time. The joy and tears were blurred, I remembered it again and again, and I forgot it again and again. Some sadness and some joy have become the paintings which gradually fade in the dim smoke. There is no keynote, but the theme is shining brightly. 6 How many smiles remain in the sky that has not cleared up for a long time. Looking at the insipid expression of passion on the edge of silence, the plain appearance is like running water every minute with time, yesterday has unconsciously become a memory. A gust of breeze, half a dream. Wake up from a dream, tears dry. Maybe you can live like the breeze, don’t worry, don’t miss it, just pass 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…