Who do you want to say the most?

Yes, I want to say too much to you, who is willing to listen? But I still want to say it. Who do you really say good? Heaven, Earth, people, and the wind, rain and sunshine, as well as the flowers and plants. The thoughts in the flowing water, fallen leaves drifting, floating many innocent memories and painful wishes. Therefore, when one person and another person fall into loneliness, there are always many things in mind. Therefore, the narration of one person and one person all become many dreams, accompanied by many monologues. Really, who do you want to say the most? Facing the hurried back and the eyes of doubt, do I reply? My heart is excited. I sigh with emotion. I settle down my mind. I dream for a long time. I am sad and happy. The monologue of each sentence, the feeling of each time and the speaking of each time all mature and disappear in the aperture of color, and the final result is in the crack of the land, it becomes plants and bacteria one after another. Therefore, I asked in my heart who do you want to say the most? Is it that middle-aged man running around in the wind and rain? Who is the old man begging on the city streets? Or is that disabled person who is singing on the street? Or the young man standing at the gate of the hotel waiting? Yes, that is me, a lonely Tramp who is naked with dreams, looking for sustenance in the cracks of pictographic words; That is me, a cloak in people’s eyes, there are many singers who are silent about the sufferings of life and the deep exclamation of life; That is me, a fan who devotes his thoughts and wishes to poetry, prose and novels. Then, walking in the sunshine, walking in the wind and rain, in the process of hunger and coldness, I told everyone my joys and sorrows, I told my old parents the life experience of that wandering time. Finally, standing on the road of the curved area, there were many innocent, colorful and helpless monologues. Monologue, in my heart, no, in my feelings, may be a kind of life to life, to society, to emotion, A thorough understanding of everything in the society, which is what we often say that people have a lot of words to say when they are lonely or lonely, only in this way can I feel the comfort of my heart, not so depressed. If anyone says that I am not like that, I will say that this person is not honest, and even myself is cheated. So do I. I am a person with flesh and blood, and also a body with rich or colorful thoughts. In many colorful packages of life, in front of those mirrors that directly compel the depth of our soul, we found something and moved something, while in front of many objects, we became a slave to see things hurt, every time I can’t walk out of those lonely artistic conception. Therefore, I narrated my thoughts to you. For this reason, I talked to him and her about Spring and Autumn Period: therefore, I chose you, him and her, all in a hurry in the wind and rain and sunshine: yes, the river of time is moving forward and galloping with her everlasting posture and flowing situation. In those countless days, there are many unexpected processes and many ups and downs, at the same time, it also creates a lot of wealth and disasters for us human beings in many changes of scenery and seasons, and shapes a lot of wind, frost, snow and rain in each metaphor of life, there are many images of life left. Yes, the sun and wind and rain are fresh every day, and they are floating around us. It is so beautiful and so sad, everyone can’t step into the same river on the same day. The singing in the spray is so full of passion, and even so floating with incomprehensible gains and losses and true goodness, how many worldly-wise people and how many swordsmen are bound and romantic in the eyes of people, as well as the final wounds. Yes, those emotions and exchanges between each of us are formed in gathering and scattering, joy and depression, leaving a lot of aftertaste of joy and pain. However, no matter what the taste is, it is the most precious treasure in our life. It is always the experience of our life, although there are still many unsatisfactory things, that is also worth understanding. Just like those things we have done wrong, are we always forcing and criticizing? Only as a lesson. Indeed, it was because of your appearance that I revived my emotional life and returned to those unforgettable moments in the story of youth. Because, when a person sees beautiful flowers, he has many kinds of thoughts. The comparison between heart and soul is always so insincere. In the feelings of those images, it makes thoughts fall into the vivid scenery. Therefore, I can remember the words written by Mr. Lu Xun at the beginning of his preface to The Scream: I had many dreams when I was young, but I forgot most of them later, but I don’t think it’s a pity. Although the so-called recalling person can make people happy, sometimes it can not help making people lonely, making the thread of spirit still lead the gone lonely time, what do you think, however, I am suffering from the fact that I cannot forget all of them, which has become the origin of scream until now. Indeed, everyone has many so-called and indifferent processes, even among which there are many ups and downs that are hard to convince themselves, and even those glorious and dark sentiments lie. However, no matter how you are, life is always moving forward at her reciprocating and uniform speed. It will never change or change with the change of our thoughts, only China makes it difficult for us to cope with it, because people’s hearts are really unpredictable and erratic. Yes, I remember that our pioneer Mr. Lu Xun said such a passage in the article “write behind the grave”: Naturally, I don’t want to deceive people too much, however, I did dissect others from time to time without saying all the words in my heart. However, I dissect myself more insensibly and make a point that people who love warmth have already felt cold, if all of my flesh and blood were exposed, I didn’t know what the end would be. Sometimes I also want to expel others, and I will not spit on me until then. Even the owl, snake and ghost are my friends, which is really my friend. The magnanimity and sincerity of heart can be seen in this way. What a great feeling, isn’t the consciousness of life so profound. Not bad, when I was reading the short story “blessing”, I didn’t know the miserable experience of that Xianglin sister-in-law in her whole life. Her nagging was so heavy and so broken, I said to people repeatedly in the snow that I was so stupid, really. I am so stupid, really. A kind of true feelings and concerns in the world turned into her dementia eyes and the pain in her heart. I think, in our life, isn’t there such a lot of nagging and narration given by people and human feelings? Every article we write, aren’t we also talking about such a thing? In our life, in the development process of human beings, we have seen those love, because we are often assimilated by those worldly customs, moreover, it has become a secular world, and love and being loved are so fully justified. Like our people, there are many things that are cheated and played by the secular world, hurting ourselves and others, leaving a lot of innocence and regret, and suddenly enlightened in meditation one by one, but in my heart, there is always the confession of life, and there are still many regrets. When is the spring flower and the autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? People don’t have a heart, and they are jealous of many beautiful scenes. Oh, one by one because and maybe, one by one if and true, so depressed in my heart, hope to be released, in the short time, wuhuiwuyuan. There are too many monologues in the soul. How can we say that there is an end? Nothing, never. I stared at the burning candlelight one by one, and poured them into the candlelight. A person is a part of life, and a group of people is a social group. Why bother? I finally told you my psychological words. What’s your opinion?! I wrote it urgently on the evening of 2011,12th and 30th. 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