The Mark of accompanying me to escape

Wandering out of life and surrounded by music, you will still lose yourself in front of a lyric. When you are afraid of silence and loneliness like death, your ears are filled with notes, and the heart hidden under your skin can no longer feel uneasy and desperate. The feeling of waking up naturally is the most satisfying and helpless. How to spend the next second? Close your eyes but you can’t go into your sleep. Who do you want to stare at? Just lying and looking at the ceiling, the familiar or unheard songs on the radio kept playing, thinking of the same scene last night. Flow from the left eye through the bridge of nose into the right eye, and then wet the sheet together with the tears in the right eye. I couldn’t help sobbing, couldn’t tell what was going on, just listened to the melody in my ears and felt sad to death, thinking about how sensational and fragile I am was. I deleted all the phone messages, refreshed and refreshed, and spoke by myself as if I were crazy. (2) every monologue that time took me away came from some kind of mood for some people. Whether it is joy or loss, it is like water drops flowing into clothes unintentionally, which makes you cold to the bone at that moment and makes you more frustrated. Life is always like this, too many sudden, this second expectation may receive disappointment in the next second, of course, there are also many bright surprises. Time can forget the sunshine and rain and dew cast every day, and forget who is sad and warm, and no matter how easy I forget, I will not forget those names, touched or touched little by little. Unfortunately, time is too fast and there are too many lights and shadows. I even have to turn pale slowly. How do you remember? If one day I forget that you once existed in my life, please forgive my stupidity. I heard you say how important it is and how much I miss it. Why didn’t I feel it when I held hands? Why didn’t you feel it at the moment you were released? Everyone has his own dependence. I am not yours. How can I make you become my dependence?! (3) it turns out that the most horrible understanding is how decisive it is to believe it. You are not very busy, just don’t want to be idle, so be it. You have other companionship without me, I see. You said you would remember it, but unfortunately you forgot it accidentally. That’s it. I don’t forget much, nor am I reluctant to part with each other. What are those waiting for again and again?! What I laugh at is not others, but me like a fool. Original true. What gives up is not the past, but the lost-eyed self. Falling in love is not the character itself, but the role play. So, it turns out that it is just a silent monologue between myself and myself. With others nothing. (4) silent dialogue have you heard the sound of flowers blooming? Have you heard that the flowering period is coming? It is not my sunflower, but the pot I planted for you. I can hear its sound from the soil, its expectation as mine, and its comfort to me. Fall in love with summer, the Sun at that time, the blooming flowers at that time, the departing people at that time, and the crazy laughter after painful crying. I want to live so natural and unrestrained without worries. Every day of the year is my sad day. Thank you for not being last year. Thank you for regretting but not sad. Less and less words, more and more indifferent mood. I am afraid of growing up, which makes people grow up unconsciously like this. Do you hate the soil touched by your fingertips, the buds opened and buried again?! (V) draw the ground to prison I said: if it becomes an unimportant role in my heart, will you panic? Every kind of encounter and every kind of understanding has a place to keep in the end. I still think about the questions that shouldn’t be asked as I did many years ago, because the answers are very clear, or maybe the questions themselves have no solution. Those who have believed and no longer believe have existed firmly, so they are not qualified to wipe out any trace of its stay. If everything was as determined and determined as this one, I might not be so fragile. Thank you for not embarrassing me, thank you for letting me lose a bondage. Whoever said that everything would be fine, and he would walk out of the trough slowly, just like the rainy weather would always stop and the sun would always rise. I love you, my blank mind. Sorry I didn’t take you to escape with me. So, please remember to find me at some moment. 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. 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Smiling Miss

Smiling and missing, family affection and love will be better continued. Inscription a few days ago, my mother called and told me that my granddaughter, who was popular in my hometown, went back home to sweep the tomb. The saying came out from somewhere that in leap years, the married granddaughter must buy abundant sacrifices to sweep grandparents’ graves before Tomb Sweeping. Only in this way can the family be blessed with safety. My mother told me that if I was free on weekends, I must go back to sweep my grandma’s tomb. I said I would try my best to go back, but not necessarily. Father grabbed the phone and said: don’t come back from a long distance. It’s all the old ladies in the countryside who are looking for trouble and thinking about it. Your mother also followed. Otherwise, I will go to sweep the tomb with your mother, and I will go for you. Although I was the same as my father and never believed that, my mother believed in Gods and Buddhas like her grandmother before. I remember when we were young, Grandma always prepared a table of sacrifices for every birthday and sacrifice day of our ancestors, burning paper and money at home to pray for the safety of our families. Seeing that the family was made into a mess, my brothers and I were extremely resistant. Of course, my father was also on our side. Fortunately, I can still bear it. Every time I worshiped, I stood far away, gloomily watching my brothers kneeling on the ground very reluctantly, burning paper money while enduring the smoky burning paper money. What made me more happy was that I could share those delicious sacrifices with my brothers afterwards. Our ancestors had a rule that when burning paper and money to pray, only men could do it, while women were absolutely not allowed to intervene. Among the men in the family, father didn’t care about Grandma’s behavior at all. Only his brothers dared not to disobey and obediently gave in. Every time when the brothers were smoked to tears and ran away, Grandma always seized the opportunity to catch them back, even coaxing them, making both soft and hard until the paper money turned into ashes and the ceremony ended. I remember once, my two younger brothers and I caught cicadas under the big tree behind the house. Just when we were having a good time, grandma came to urge her brothers to go home and burn paper money. They saw that Grandma didn’t call me, and their psychology was extremely unbalanced. They just didn’t listen and continued to play crazily. Grandma was so angry that she pulled up their small arms and ran towards the river, running and saying angrily: the reason why she gave birth to a grandson was to let Wang’s family continue the incense, and she was prosperous. Now I am not willing to do anything to pray for the safety of my family. What’s the use of having a grandson? Than in the river fish. Looking at Grandma’s bluff appearance, I snickered aside. I knew grandma was deliberately scaring people. The two younger brothers were so young and ignorant that they were so scared that they burst into tears that they dared not neglect any more. It was almost the weekend, thinking that if I didn’t go back to sweep my grandmother’s tomb, my mother would be upset and uneasy about it. Therefore, on Saturday, I managed to overcome difficulties and went home all the way. My mother saw me shivering with cold, and said distressed: drink some boiled water to warm my body. There is everything at home, I will prepare the sacrifice. Father stopped immediately: Stop! Don’t make any sacrifices. It’s so far away from the ancestral grave. It’s full of paths with sheep intestines and muddy. How can you carry seven bowls and eight plates of dishes? Just take a bundle of paper to burn it on the grave. Mother firmly disagreed with father’s proposal. I was worried that the two old men had a dispute and got angry in a hurry, so I hurried to round the scene: Anyway, I also came back. I got a few more dishes, with a little less quantity. They were all packed in fresh-keeping boxes, which was not too difficult. My father hesitated for a while, then retreated and said, “This is a good way. A box can hold three or four dishes, just like eating box lunch. Make your grandma fashionable once and eat fast food. Before I went to my ancestral grave, I took some more facial tissue on purpose. I was afraid that when I saw my grandmother’s grave, I would cry like a few years ago without control. I am my grandma, she is bigger than my mother. Before grandma passed away, I hadn’t returned to my hometown for more than three years. Until grandma passed away, I couldn’t go back to see her, which made her die unsatisfied. Therefore, I have been regretful. In the years after my grandmother passed away, I felt heartbroken and burst into tears every time I thought of my grandmother missing for nothing day and night and regretting for the whole life. On the way to the ancestral grave, my father carried a few reeds for Buddhism. My mother and I carried baskets full of sacrifices and paper money, walking while talking about the trifles of grandma’s death. I was like a little shadow of my grandmother since I was a child. No matter where my grandmother went, she followed her forever. My Sky was gloomy when my grandma was not at home. I am especially afraid of the loneliness when my grandma is not at home. Although I can’t go to visit relatives and friends with my grandma after going to school, I will try every means to prevent her from going out. I remembered that in the spring when I was in the fourth grade, my grandma dug a basket of cucumber seedlings and prepared to give them to my uncle’s home dozens of miles away. When she passed by the school, although she was already very cautious, I was still alert to find out. I rushed out of the classroom crazily, dragging my grandmother’s basket to prevent her from leaving. Grandma said all the good words, but I just didn’t listen. Seeing it was getting late, Grandma was anxious to find my class teacher to rescue the driver. I took the opportunity to throw a basket of melon seedlings into the roadside wheat field, thinking that my grandmother would give up going to my uncle’s house. When the head teacher forced me to cry into the office, Grandma was bending down to pick up the cucumber seedlings scattered in the field. Grandma’s back gradually disappeared from my eyes, and I also stopped crying desperately. All the teachers went to class. I stood alone in the office, bored. Suddenly I was worried about whether my crying just now would make my voice hoarse. So, I hummed the song gently and wanted to have a try. Just when I was glad that I didn’t cry, a teacher came in. He smiled and said: Ha ha, not bad, the rainstorm turned sunny. Just now, I cried loudly like a wild child. Now I even sang a song. My efforts failed, so my grandma went to my uncle’s house. Hearing me talking about this, my parents smiled and said: we were busy all day long at that time. How could we know these things? I said excitedly: there is something more exciting. That time was really a success. It was a summer dusk, and Grandma was in a hurry to go to her aunt’s house. My grandma couldn’t take me away because my younger brother was not looked after. She left secretly when I was addicted to my brother. Before long, I suddenly found that my grandma was gone, so I immediately picked up my younger brother and ran after the village. When seeing grandma’s figure from a distance, she had already crossed the big wooden bridge outside the village. I dare not walk alone on that swaying wooden bridge, let alone carrying my younger brother. I stood at the Bridge reluctantly, shouting loudly. Grandma turned around and glanced at me, hesitating to continue walking forward. In extreme disappointment, I burst into tears for a long time. Then, I decided to go home and try to vent. When I got home, I held my younger brother in one hand, picked up some broken bricks from the back of the house in the other hand, and put them under the mat on grandma’s bed. Thinking of my grandma being hurt when she came back to sleep tomorrow, I couldn’t help laughing proudly, as if I had reported my grandmother’s revenge for not taking me to my aunt’s house. I just finished the revenge action and sat comfortably on the threshold to play with my brother, but my grandma came back in a hurry. She sweated and worried. It turned out that grandma decided not to go to her aunt’s home on the halfway because she was not worried about my brother and me. When sleeping at night, Grandma found the broken bricks under the mat as soon as she went to bed and lay down. She said in a dilemma: it was all your little girl who made the movie Bad. With these words, I couldn’t help laughing again. My parents also laughed at my childhood jokes. Soon, we arrived at Grandma’s grave. My father renovated grandma’s grave years ago. Cement was laid in front of the grave and graves, and ready-made table was also built. We put the offerings in place. My father was burning paper money and setting off firecrackers, while I looked at Grandma’s tombstone, thinking about the interesting things of living with grandma, and couldn’t help laughing secretly. In the tomb-sweeping day when people want to break their souls on this road, on this special occasion where grief is expressed, I have no sadness at all. The facial tissue which was brought in advance to wipe tears could not be used, which I had never expected before. I once remembered that after my grandma passed away, I had waken up from my dreams countless times. Several years later, maybe the years have smoothed the scars in my heart. It is like a natural and unrestrained net, filtering out the sour and astringent in my memory, leaving only wisps of sweetness. Every bit of life with grandma is like shining pearls in life. No matter which one, it is a precious one, the only one. The road of life is extending forward, Those shining pearls were strung into a song of pure and beautiful memory, singing on the eve of Qingming Festival, and also on the road of my future life. Now I won’t cry any more. Tears are just a form, which does not necessarily mean true love. The true love is with deep miss and warmth in the smile. I will leave this warmth to my closest relatives and continue the chapter of love. On the way back, I was thinking that birth, aging, illness and death are natural laws. The diagnostic handbooks! It is meaningless to live in the shadow of losing relatives often. Living on, how to treat the living relatives well and make them healthy and safe is the most important thing. Not Crying does not mean forgetting. Although Grandma has already gone, she will always live in my heart. Smiling and missing, family affection and love will be better continued. 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. 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See the Moon

Fifteen years old, the moon has been plump, with round copper eyes. In this night, she saw the world without any sleepiness. In the world, I also see this copper eye. Tonight, this copper eye is very big, golden, just like the yellow crab shell. The silver gray light is flowing down from the copper eyes, which makes the vast land appear, drawing a magnificent waterfall between the heaven and the Earth. Although there is no huge noise, the silent waterfall has a mighty momentum. The overwhelming visual momentum overwhelmed the vision, and even the thoughts couldn’t break through the squeeze. Looking at that Linlin and Lili Moonlight rushing into the world, the world is like in the daytime, mountains are mountains, and water is water. Although the village was a little gray, the courtyard and kitchen chimney were faintly discernible; Even the frivolous figure of lotus in the night wind could be seen clearly tonight, when the moon’s eyes were flowing with the vast gray light, she looked very dazed. What did she miss when she was about to move? She has traveled a lot in the sky. In the world of this night, she came to the mountains last night; Last night, she kissed the Earth. And can she forget these beautiful footprints? But tonight, she was so forgetful that she was pouring in the vast waterfall, just for herself? Looking closely, the lotus in the lotus pond, in order to see his graceful figure clearly, is taking a photo near the water with the help of waterfall water, showing a tranquil and leisure prose poem-like charm; A black shell beetle, through the infiltration of waterfall water, we are looking for delicious midnight snack among the grass leaves; The cricket of folk singers in the country is playing the clear and clear music score moon eyes on the stage of waterfall water, looking at the world with breath and calm, the copper eyes didn’t blink. Was it because today is the 15th? Fifteen, it is the most prosperous time of the moon’s eyes, which also means that she will go to the decline of life at the same time. She knew the heyday of her life. Was it because she was facing the decline of tomorrow night that prompted her to cherish tonight more? I suddenly realized that she was the moon I witnessed. As for me, isn’t my face exactly the moon she witnessed? Tonight, the Moonlight is so boundless. West Town 2012 3-29 Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…