Fear

Fear, fear, yes, you are still afraid you have tried to describe this feeling of fear to others, without exception, you have failed. You thank God for giving you the dream every night. You are obsessed with falling into the whirlpool of dreams. In the dream, all your teeth fell off. Your hair was gray and wrinkled. You were separated from each other and never died. You smashed the Mirror angrily. When the sun goes down, the shadow of fear always fills your eyes as promised. You dare not stay in the crowd for too long. You are afraid that you will see that shadow as soon as you raise your head. You are afraid of the appearance of that face, your spine is cold, and you know that face is looking at you behind you again. You look back, when you look at it, you shout in panic, who are you? The face sneered and asked, who are you? You are scared, afraid that you don’t know who to confess? Who should I pray for forgiveness? No one believes that you just love a poem, which is as simple as falling in love with a maple leaf. As if reading, the leaves will bleed. Later, you couldn’t write a poem anyhow, just like one Maple Leaf facing another in silence in the blooming autumn. You hate one word, two words and three words. That word is surrounded by words and poems like flowers, enchanting and crazy. The word stuck on your hand, like a lingering spot on the wall. You hate two words, those two words can see through your pale and weak. It waved to you, hypnotized, and the ghostly humming made you sleepless. Those three words, three words squeezed out from the teeth of nightmare. But you still clearly remember the night when you first heard those three words, the cheers of your heart stopped, tears fell to the ground, and the world was so dark and quiet. You look at yourself in your dream, ridiculous and pathetic. You haven’t dreamed for a long time, probably because you no longer love. If you don’t love it, you will have no dream to do. Are you missing those days and nights with tears? Your voice is hoarse, you can’t tell what you are afraid. In the daytime, you keep yourself busy like a spinning. You say a lot and keep smiling. In the dark night, you are afraid of breathing. You can only hold the pillow, dry cough loudly, or throw the quilt open, blowing cold wind. Sitting against the wall, holding myself in a daze. You think of the cradle of Thumbelina in the fairy tale, a beautiful walnut shell, the cushion is blue violet petals, and the quilt is rose petals. You try to make yourself feel a little warm and safe. Most of the time, you are playing two roles. Are you happy when you keep repeating the lines of two people? Yes. Very happy? Yes. Intoxicated? Yes. No longer doubts? No. Not hesitated? No. Discouraged? No, you even forget why you love and why you don’t love. Maybe you have never loved at all, but time has lied to you. In the boundless desert of time, when you walk alone, you still doubt. You keep asking yourself, have you ever loved? You can never draw a dream or hold a shadow. When you choose to move forward with a heavy burden, the heavy burden is the most fulfilling symbol of life, and you are approaching the reality step by step. Wait until that day, you can speak. You can finally say that I am innocent 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…