Midnight Reverie

I gave myself a net name called Rye watcher. There are a lot of people who add me every day. The most frequently asked question is why I choose this name. I said tirelessly: Wheat Fields symbolize happiness for me, and I am willing to be a person who watches happiness. Sometimes I also ask myself what the happiness I watch is. A Godot-style person? A utopia wheat field? A healthy and happy family? A satisfactory job? Gradually, I also forgot what I was watching. Perhaps the significance of the existence of the watcher lies in that he can wait quietly under the blue sky! I am very happy to be able to wait. Just like the lines in “flowers bloom at that time”, I know someone is waiting for me in this world, but I don’t know who I am waiting. I am very happy for this every day. Second, I like writing in the dark night, not because it is too noisy during the day, but because the noise is everywhere in our world. Day busy, night debauchery. And writing is not my profession. During the day, I was busy facing all kinds of people with various tones, but at night, I could calm down to be a true self. I had nothing to ask for when writing. Unlike propositional composition or material composition in composition class, you need to have enough words and hurry up. Sometimes I would like to think that writing is a free thing, sorting out my inner emotions and expressing them in different styles in the form of words. Therefore, when my writing is not smooth, I just stop writing and sort out my inner world. When it is quiet, I will continue to write or re-write. If you have to twist the pen in your hand, then when the pen passes through a piece of paper, the heart of the pen has already been flying, and the words under it can be imagined that after the third college entrance examination, I went out for sightseeing with my friends. During the chat, we talked about reading. Finally, we all talked about a phenomenon. In school, the curriculum schedule is full from Monday to Saturday, so I don’t have time to read my favorite books. It’s fine now. It’s a holiday. There is plenty of free time. There are fewer books to read. At least the textbooks are left aside, and extracurricular reading materials are ignored. I couldn’t help trembling. It turns out that the emptiness of human heart is much more horrible than the leisure time. Four first felt loneliness is first. When I was in primary school, I often took care of my elder brothers and sisters who cared about me. I had already stepped out of school, and I seemed to be a scarecrow stationed in the once innocent and romantic primary school. I don’t know when those warm hands fell off my shoulder, and when the strong back only left shadows flying with the wind. Because it was just common at that time, and I didn’t know how to cherish those days. I just enjoyed the sweetness blindly, but didn’t know how to give. When I know how to cherish, when I know how to give, I find that I can’t go back to the previous picture. There already have changed, empty. The sadness left in my place in such a large space. When the cool wind blows, I am like a transparent white paper hovering in the air. I don’t know where to go. Later, the Scarecrow finally understood that the lost things would not come any more. He learned to grow up slowly and face the reality bravely. Until now, he realized that sometimes it was also a kind of happiness that he couldn’t get what he had ever had. Although he still couldn’t go back to the past. Fifth, when I learned that my friend was ill in the space, I thought that I hadn’t greeted her for a long time. I’m really sorry …. in fact, she is not the only one I am ashamed of-I greet my friends every time when something goes wrong. Tonight, the cool wind has sex, the Moonlight is like Frost, hands are folded, and I sincerely wish the person I miss. May you and I last forever in a happy country. 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…