Broken Words Before Dawn

Late at night on weekends, it was very quiet after the noise, so quiet that no extra noise could be heard. I am not a night owl, but I like to indulge occasionally and talk with the night all night long. Walking towards the balcony, I felt the rare tranquility quietly. Looking up, I could not see the Big Dipper or the distant place where I settled down the next day. Still hesitating, still in a daze at a loss. In the early morning, the night was as cold as water, stirring up a little sadness and decorating the whole night. I am always used to leaning against the corner of the wall in this quiet night, counting the memories repeatedly, regardless of the past or the present. This city has always been indifferent, and I gradually get used to this kind of indifference. I always watch out and be vigilant, which seems to be more acute than animals. Sometimes, an illusion like a grave strikes frequently. The sufferings in life were not rejected by my own ability, so I chose to bear them silently and endure them. As time passes, I have unconsciously trained Diamond is not bad. When I walked into the surging crowd, I always felt strong to others. I had to admit that I pretended to be strong and really gorgeous, and cheated him or her around me. But every time I unload my heavy leather bag in the middle of the night, I am still fragile and vulnerable. Occasionally indulged in the midnight, I was indeed very presumptuous. I dared to think anything and could think anything. I even thought of death and the birth and death of every minute. It was a state of mind that could not be said, just like accidentally digging out the buried missing, just like penetrating poison, which was about to suffocate, but obsessed with addiction, and could not stop. I don’t know when, I have boarded a train of sadness, huddled in my corner, quietly as a spectator. Look at people coming and going, flowers blooming and falling, the struggle for fame and wealth, verbal warfare, the impermanent life and death, the joys and sorrows, and the surface I can see. It seems to have something to do with me, but it seems to have nothing to do with me, and I can’t say it clearly. Forced to survive, I wandered in the crowd reluctantly, feeling natural selection, the jungle, friendship like wind, Love waves in my heart, feelings that I can feel and words that I can feel. I weave an invisible net for myself, cutting off the reality and illusion, just like day and night. I tried to separate me from the crowd, so there would be no me in the noise, and I could lose calmly, because I never wanted to get it, so there would be no disappointment. I am proud of it, thinking that I can cope with such a messy game life by firmly grasping the remaining youth tail. Wandering in the midnight before dawn, I indulged myself just because it was dark, and no one could see the mask I removed. I am presumptuous, just because it is quiet, no one can overhear my cowardice under strength. The footsteps of Dawn are approaching, and I gather thousands of thoughts hastily, forcing myself to fall asleep and have a good sleep. It is possible to wake up the next day. I wear a mask that is inseparable from me and smile continuously, continue to live, even if the smile is just an expression, you should also laugh heartily. If you are not strong, who can you show your vulnerability? Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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…

Spring

Walking alone on the street, the lingering spring breeze comforted me like a woman’s soft hands. Some worries, hopes, memories and sadness become a circle of gradually disappearing ripples. How can we live up to such a good spring breeze? Don’t want anything, open your mind, open your heart, blow away your hair and immerse yourself in it completely. The spring breeze blows away the budding buds of all things, and the spring breeze blows out hope and beginning. The spring breeze is a good medicine for me to treat trauma. My wife finally proposed to break up with me, and the marriage life of six years would break up in this beautiful spring. On the contrary, this is not a satire on life and life, but a response to the saying that spring is the beginning of the growth of all things. Buddha said, everything goes with fate. A Dream of Red Mansions is good, and the song is also thorough. After all, we should go. We should always come. Facing life calmly and living a good life every day may be the best response to life. The spring breeze blows away the smiling faces of pedestrians, and the street vendors smile lightly. The various front rooms are opened one after another. From time to time, the sound of firecrackers welcoming the opening is heard unconsciously passing through a street, I saw the old lady selling newspapers again under a tree. She also started a new life in the year of tiger! My heart moved awe-inspiring while I still forgot in the spring breeze and sank in the reality. I have been paying attention to the old lady for three years. No matter it is cold or hot, and the wind and dust are flying, I often meet this old lady who sells newspapers on the Communist Youth League road or donger Road. The old lady is over seventy years old, with gray hair, thin, wrinkled face, turbid concave eyes and persistent expression. She sat on the stone along the road, with a shabby baby carriage beside her legs. The newspaper in the carriage was only a kind of Zibo sound screen newspaper, about twenty copies. The old lady waited silently like this, watching the cars coming and going, solidifying into a scenery and coordinate in the raised car dust. On my way off work, I wanted to stop for several times to buy her newspaper, but I didn’t like reading “sound screen newspaper”, and I was busy in the world, even though occasionally touched by my heart, unexpectedly, I rode away unwittingly. I hate my selfishness, impetuousness and soul without love. The old lady was still the old lady last year. She didn’t buy new clothes for herself. There were still 20 or 30 copies of “Sound Screen newspaper” in the baby carriage. Her sitting posture and persistence and expression remained the same, but her hair grew longer, standing up in the wind, like a cluster of burning white flame. All of a sudden, I saw my mother from her white hair, which was like white hair, fluttering in the mountain wind in the field, twining my mother standing at the head of the village and sending me away. The eyes contained that unwilling and concerned, expectations and blessing. My old mother, now my son has done another wrong thing, please raise your aging and dry hands to hit me. I am no longer crying like when I was a child, I was only worried that it hurt your hands. I walked gently to the old lady. No, it was my mother. I wanted to say something, but my throat choked, I could only say one word from time to time. I wanted to buy a newspaper. The old lady looked up at me rudely. She held out a piece of newspaper with her slow dry hand and handed it to me. Then she looked straight at the street where the traffic was going. I hurriedly took out 100 yuan and put it into the old lady’s hand, picked up all her newspapers, and hurried away, tears like the flood that opened the gate, gushed out [finished] and wrote it on the 2010224 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…