Qi Liu complex

I always look at the girls passing by me in silence, and the ordinary moments passing through my mind, which will never pass by again and fill this unfathomable world. I am used to falling in love with girls with bangs. They are amber, which condenses the remains of flowers, keeps the residual warmth of life, and easily locks the unintentional eyes. The beauty dwelling on them has a plain color, but also a pure thousand kinds of amorous feelings, transparent dust, exudes poetic temperament, like a magnet left in the world, it also has proper Exquisit. When I was tired in the library, I raised my head and looked around. Those girls with bangs shuttling back and forth between bookshelves and desks would involuntarily relax in their hearts. The floating hair is like a stove of agilawood burning in the flowing light. The Secret smell spreads inadvertently, restrained but flamboyant, hiding the flustered waves. Therefore, I always take a look at them from afar and keep a safe distance from them. What the dancing blackness can’t cover is the brilliance of flowers in the brow. I stubbornly believe that they are a group of kind and beautiful elves with clear and sincere inner substance. Even through the screen of time, they are still soul-stirring, intoxicated, and able to withstand the test of youth in their memory. Someone once said to me that your net name should be dengzi. I protested, but there is no denying that I actually made Song Yu and stayed in the uproar and impetuous world, lingering outside the fame, but still can not forget those endless blue silk graceful pictures. Maybe I am lascivious, but I always choose to be clear in silence. There is no passion day and night, no sorrow or pleasure, and there is plenty of accommodation and reverence, because for me, to fall in love with someone needs enough reasons to convince yourself that it is eternal for you not to rely on it or live without it. I like girls with neat bangs, and I will encounter beauty in this way. Or, which back will reveal the elegant implication in the moment of looking back; Or, in the dream, there is a hazy clear wave flowing slowly between the low eyebrows and the head under the bangs, the bright eyes are the sweet sky turned from the Wanwan of April, with warm and colorful brilliance, illuminating the blurred sky like the sky. The reason why girls who like the hairstyle with neat bangs is so simple and incomprehensible. Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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…

Internet addiction

If there is no internet in life, friends, please don’t be sad, let alone despair. Believe it, there will be more happy days! You see, I wrote essays and poems, especially after I became a little addicted to internet, my daily life was always accompanied by weak words, which sometimes jumped out mechanically, somehow floating out of my mind, spinning in my desire, at the touching moment when I was connected to the Internet, I couldn’t help myself. This was not only a kind of happiness, but also an obsessive-compulsive disorder, the most horrible thing is that I tried to repeat others’ speeches, turning myself into something similar to the nature of computers. If a person has a car, he will walk less. If he eats too much, he will not be willing to work. If the news is too good, he will not prove it one by one. Therefore, people with Internet addiction syndrome, basically, I will dislike real life, every fantasy can be satisfied, and the immediate vivid effect of instinctive desire for communication in front of the unreal electrical signal, for example, the touching sound and image of a certain MM can touch the original wishes and hidden desires in the private space which have no trace in daily life more than the effect of fashion display. The so-called addiction is a kind of dependence of human beings, such as drug addiction, smoking addiction, cleanliness addiction. Addiction is a repetitive process of a single behavior of human nature, which has become an automatic requirement psychologically, after meeting this requirement of automation, the psychology will be balanced and a sense of pleasure will be born. Otherwise, the psychology will be out of balance, just like the state of my friend when the power is out. He stays by the computer and waits for Godot! Just as smoking addiction is a high-cost chronic strangling of one’s normal and fresh body, Internet addiction is a high-consumption attrition of one’s spirit and soul. Now there are computers, people who rely on computers to complete a certain job, because they understand many functions of computers, fully feel the audio-visual impact brought by multimedia, and completely shield the native functions of their brains, his series of experiences are often gloomy, tired and empty. Endless thoughts and strange ideas are all over the screen, constantly refreshing, low judgment, artistic appreciation, thinking ability, in front of the instantaneous electronic symbols and changes of electronic images, just like facing the end of the world, I became a trash can, a patient with information obsessive-compulsive disorder, and a person who was addicted to internet. In fact, the Internet is just a tool for communication and an efficient way to do things, not the whole of life. People should turn to the green leaves outside the window, the clouds in the sky, the tranquil scenery at dusk, the expression of his wife, the white hair of his parents, with his bloodshot eyes staring at the screen for several hours, children’s lonely games, and enthusiastic participation. People should be the independent person of life, rather than the animals. No matter how much happiness people develop on the Internet, it is not as good as a small happiness in real life, stay with your relatives and share family affection. Get rid of Internet addiction and experience the reality and happiness of life! Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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…

The most romantic thing (Qintai art)

The man was tall and looked very strong, but he was very slow to move. He walked slowly and moved forward step by step. The woman is not tall and thin, but the elegant charm can be seen faintly. When she was young, she must be a beautiful woman like a small family, I think. Every day, I saw that woman holding the man’s hand. When the man walked forward, she followed him. The man walked a few steps. Maybe he was tired, so he stopped. The woman hurriedly put the little Mazar in the other hand on the ground, slowly holding the man to sit on it to rest. On a hot day, she saw a small fan in her hand. She gave a fan to the man from time to time, as if she was driving away mosquitoes. The cooperation between them was very tacit, and they didn’t talk, but they all knew what the other side needed and wanted to do. After a short rest, the woman lifted the little Mazar with one hand and held the man with the other hand. She stood up slowly, then took his hand again and walked slowly. Every time he took a step, the man took a lot of effort, but the woman didn’t complain. She just supported him and encouraged him to walk hard and practice slowly with her eyes. I knew that this man must have a serious illness, which left the root of the disease. He was no longer so brisk to walk. He needed to practice continuously with the help of his wife to walk well. Sometimes, I will see that woman stretching her arms and lifting her legs. Although the range is not very large, I think the old lady will be very tired. There were many people coming and going in the community. Of course, there were not a few young people. They looked at this pair of old people who cooperated with each other with tacit understanding and showed their envious eyes. At dusk, when the sun was setting, I would see two old men sitting quietly in the pavilion, staring at each other silently. Years left knife-carved wrinkles on their temples. Their faces were so kind, calm and warm. The afterglow of sunset shone on their silver hair, which was the most beautiful scenery in the world. Looking at this pair of old people with tacit cooperation, at this moment, I couldn’t help thinking of a song in my ear: the most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you and collect little laughter along the way, after that, I will sit in the rocking chair and chat slowly. The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you, knowing that we can’t go anywhere, and you still regard me as a treasure in your hands. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…