Bearing warm

At that time, I sneaked under the sunshine of the season. In the bronze mirror of winter, you can see those leaves falling into dust, trees revealing thin bones, lawns hanging with Frost White, and some gloomy faces. The gray tone is like Hu Lancheng’s sorrow all over the eyes, and also like the stories in the book. After the beginning of the vigorous arrangement, there is a cool and thin ending. Winter is like the narration with words sighing lightly, like being desolate, like being cold, like being lonely however, this season makes the appearance of everything in the world concise, neither violent nor glorious, it can be light enough to be a proper owner. Like a mature woman, she is determined to be close to a tree. Like a night pedestrian, dressed in a golden robe, her magnificence was unknown, her lips were quiet, her love was bright and silent this season had a kind of sober and calm, with rational treasure. Such treasure gives birth to unknown warmth. They float in the air and move slightly. It was warm and quiet, just like the quiet and light flower on the case. In the cold winter, it was full of glamour and glamour. Moving, like the flying birds on the bare branches outside the window, they are at ease. The cold winter cannot prevent them from stretching their wings and flying their dreams. Don’t think about everything in your heart, sit against the screen and lie to the sun. The winter sun poured down, raised his head, and let it shine on his face warmly. In the glittering brilliance, he saw the rainbow among the dense eyelashes. At this moment, let time decay behind you, time will be slow, and the world will return to peace. The bestowings of nature are always fair. They are displayed inadvertently and passed away quietly inadvertently. Those who can see and cherish them are lucky. The inner prosperity ignores the bleak season and presents a bright smile. The music beside my ears is warm and full of thoughts. The music is depressed and lingering. The traces of happiness and pain are pointed out in the lyrics and songs. In the years like water, I noticed that in the 28th year of yesterday, there were gorgeous beauties, Rao Yanshu, today has solidified in the depth of time. Dust, flying in the sunshine, is like the souls which are difficult to grasp and vague one by one, and is like the tiny shadow of someone who has not been put into the palm of someone, floating and uncertain. For a long time, my mind is graceful. I often shed tears for my willful persistence and silence. Receive newsletters. He said that he should remember to add clothes, pay attention to keeping warm, and read them carefully. With smile, care and friendship in his eyes, he was just around him. There were so many things, all of which were clear and clear. In this winter, sunflowers filled with sunshine were filled in email letters and mobile phone messages. The soft, soft and warm sunflowers were stuck to my heart. I thought that I was tired and lost my sense of touch. Never thought that a wisp of the truest and purest feeling and taste of life came out immediately on the foundation of silent life. Heart-to-heart greetings, face-to-face smiles, and those dormant warmth make me think calmly, appreciate devoutly, and sincerely appreciate the grace of fate. Some things. Some experience. One after another. The world of mortals is loose, and I cherish it because of some ties. Most of the time, being moved and feeling continuous kindness are not between the appearance of material, but the existence of spirit and soul. This feeling is like an empty cup with residual temperature, with the fragrance of tea, tea flavor also in. I also know that you are always there. Turn around, smile. In this smile, there is a belief in creation, a trace of happiness, a respect for labor, and I forget that I have lost sincerely and that I have been seriously embarrassed, but you just need to guard the soft temperature in your heart and spread it slowly. Music and dust were thrown into the air on this winter afternoon. I caught them and put them in my palm. In the warm atmosphere, warm their wandering thoughts. Sancheng warm, warm words at night, many scenes turn into light and shadow at night. Quiet, as before. Put yourself in the text and listen to the keyboard. Looking up, you can see the lamp filled with orange light and shadow, which is a kind of silent warmth, such as the text jumping out of your hand, which has its own temperature. The words left traces of memory and walking in the intermittent Time: lazy self-complaint, tangled texture, and the depth of freedom. Looking back on the past years, some disagreements are only for coping with the occasional slight pain in my heart. Pale and fragile, the deeper the silence. God not only gives a person a warm and sensitive heart, but also makes him sensitive to the tiny sadness that others cannot perceive. Even though we understand that it is not good to be injured, we are sad occasionally, and it does not hurt the body. We are intact, which is the bottom line of sadness. It is often said that people who write are doomed to be lonely, like Duras. Maybe the surroundings are busy, but the heart is always cold. Grief sometimes, joy sometimes, in the trivial days of one dress and one meal, there is no lack of fragments full of warmth. The winding words record the color of life, and the warmth in it is the reason for loving the world. Writing makes me quiet and deeply think about feelings and life. In the narration, there is a huge territory which is closer to nothingness gradually extended, leaving silence and restraint, and becoming another self, living on paper, with the lightness of being isolated from the world. The power of words is the power of time. The more you go forward, the more desolate and calm you are. Words can make women like me get wise amorous feelings and the power of beauty. Even if they are plain, they will not be rough. It seems like a flower tree full of flowers and branches, rising and falling. There is a constant self-knowledge in reincarnation. How good are these words that make me feel distressed but look warm. At the beginning of the new year, everyone is growing cruelly. Reality, dark and gorgeous, often makes people forced to approach a critical edge of doubt and trust. Perhaps, we should all have the paranoid attitude towards life and have the happiness like childhood. If your innocence is deprived, it is not the fault of the world, but your failure to protect the children in your character. Thinking of those green leaves, when the seasons changed, they were forced to go to another road. And when they are close to the soil, observation and endurance can be transferred to eternity. When silence enters the dust, the warmth of the old time can blow through the cold of severe winter and resist the sufferings in life. All the Silence hides the voice, and all the withering will burst into joyful life, only waiting for the right time to expand arbitrarily and break through the ground. Life, with time as the topic, can not be ignored. In fact, we don’t expect to be gorgeous and amazing. We don’t expect to be happy and graceful. As long as we are quiet and calm, as long as we are simple and simpler, plain is happiness. This season has a particularly firm light, because we are quiet and generous, and accept this kind and soft greeting to ourselves. Staring at the moment, I saw my mother’s embrace, Lover’s hug, a word of encouragement, a lighted light in the slow old time, A soft cashmere shawl straightened all the tortuous memories. Those times, those hearts, those emotions, with moderate warmth, shallow smiles, were as sweet as dreams. Heart, iron and meet. I still stood there, without amazing facial features, but always had a warm little happiness. Tiny, certain happiness. Let’s take this small fortune and my expectation as the beginning of the new year. From today on, think, write and read, and give each day a warm name to be a warm and happy woman. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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. 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My view

Lin Ying suggested that Hongwang could establish a paper media literature journal and publish excellent works on Hongwang specially, which was certainly a good suggestion. Affirmation and support should be given. However, it is hard to say whether it can be established in a short time. When it comes to print literature and network literature, they are two literary styles that actually exist in China now. Although there is no absolute boundary, a large number of famous writers, poets, dramatists, playwrights, literary critics, literary theorists, literary research experts and scholars in Chinese literary circles have entered the network field, joined the ranks of network special writers. For example: Wang Meng, Yi Zhongtian, etc. The influential online writers in China joined the Chinese Writers Association, entered the National Committee of the Chinese Writers Association, and became the members of the National Committee, such as the Tang family’s Sanshao, the current Mingyue and so on. As for those influential and famous online writers, they can not only publish entity works, but also have the ability to publish works in Chinese print literature journals. In fact, there is no absolute boundary between mainstream writers and non-mainstream writers, traditional paper media writers and emerging network media writers, and there is no distinction between high and low. As far as literature itself is concerned, the works written by Chinese mainstream writers and non-mainstream writers are quite different. The works of those mainstream writers are either abnormal relationships between men and women, sexual relations, or far away from the lives of ordinary people. It is difficult for ordinary readers to have reading interests. No matter it is a national literature journal or a provincial or municipal literature journal, many works have neither much literary value nor much reading interest. However, because literary journals are controlled by those official writers, ordinary people have no right to speak. Most of the Awards of Chinese writers are written by themselves, published by themselves, and won by themselves. The members who preside over the awards are the leaders of Chinese Writers Association, the leaders of publishing companies are the leaders of Chinese Writers Association, and the winners are all members of Chinese writers. In short, they are all internal members. Literary journals and newspapers are all facing the interior and famous artists. Even a series of books published inside the website are old faces. Actually, Some editors say that what they say is not the same as what they actually do. In short, if you still control power, you will have the right to speak. If you master the media, you will have the right to speak. If you are famous, you will have the right to speak. I think it is certainly a good thing that Hongwang can establish a literary journal. However, it is also a top priority to solve the real life difficulties of network authors if they can provide contribution income for network authors like other websites. 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…