Rainy

Suddenly it rained all the time, there was no forecast of sunny, and my mood became lost. Struggling in the low ebb, he began to be expressionless and did not speak easily. A word of comfort, a glance, will shed tears. Lock it up and pretend that everything is OK. In fact, I have learned to bear it. I don’t quarrel or make troubles. At the worst, I just look down on it until it turns to ashes. I don’t care. The Indus tree leaves desperately in this season, and the memory grows wildly and spreads constantly. Along the climate change which gradually becomes cold in autumn, my hands spread in the wind, which is still so fragile. Some people say that the cross has a special function, but I am a child without faith, I can never be Peter Pan and be loved selfishly. People are far away and can only miss, but I know that I am not a person who can give full love to someone. My life is on the way and I cannot stop for a lifetime. Stepping on the Sunshine, in the best time, that glance is just right, I happened to meet thousands of people. It is said that many people are too weak to maintain, just passing strangers, then inexplicably stunned, and occasionally shed tears. The wind was strong at the intersection, which made my dress turbulent. I fell in love with the smell of coffee Strangely. I felt bitter in my heart, silently, silently, and my thoughts were spinning around. Rainy and wet banana, in this rainy season, the heart is easy to become fragile and indestructible. I used to want to be strong. Squatting down and looking at the shadow of the tree in a daze, I became a sad self again. Pedestrians came and went, and nobody noticed me. I was in the corner. Low-key, low to each other’s dust, never showing their faces in the secular world. When I met some people, I began to change my dreams. It was not until one day that the scenery became strange, and finally my totally vacant expression made me realize how bizarre this road became. I want to have the simplest life and the farthest dream. Many years ago, that person, Simply don’t doubt anyone or anything. Don’t cater to people and don’t be humble. Most of the time, I am a child who doesn’t know the current affairs. He does everything with ease, but he is not happy. Instead, he is deeply depressed. The farther he goes, the colder he gets, and the longer he gets, I am afraid of loneliness all the way. I won’t say that I want to be loved more and loved more. In fact, I am so stubborn that my heart is not my heart. Sitting in a daze, looking at the ceiling without saying a word, standing on the edge of the vicious circle, just one step, life will never end. I don’t want to be like this and force myself to give up. In fact, I still want to wait for someone, a person who can understand me with all my heart and soul. However, this kind of opportunity is very difficult, but I still firmly believe that, unshaken. Eating alone, walking alone, watching the day turn into night and night turn into day alone. Most of the time, one will feel lonely. The world is not a dream, but still choose to fly, In fact, it is as fragile and humble as it needs to be held in hands. In this autumn, Creeper lost its luxuriant vegetation and no longer flourished. My mood is racing with time. I grow old too early. In the warm place, I grow too crazy. Many years later, this youth is still visible. Come and go, no one wants to stay, so there is no fear, fear of the coming future. I am too proud to become a saint in the secular world. I want a quiet life. Plant flowers and plants, gather the brightest sun in the world, and stand in the brightest sadness on the ground. Maybe it was torture from the beginning, but now we have to punish ourselves. The reason we shouldn’t do is to take the result we shouldn’t do. This coming winter will be covered with snow again. I vaguely remember the north, where I spent my whole life trying to stay. In fact, I just want to stand in the ice and snow all over the sky, slowly and slowly floating out your face. Happiness is relative, mixed with sadness, or like the ending that is not happy and dispersed, there is a reason for tears. For a long time, I kept a proud and lonely posture, just a lonely busy voice in the public pavilion, Who on earth failed Who. The sky outside the window was still washed out, and the rain was falling like this, intermittently. Cicadas and frogs sound in summer, the sky is high and clear in autumn, time is like a knife, ruthless carving, I also want to be engraved in the annual rings, hiding a secret. The Earth stood there, the Sky kept looking up, the birds flapped their wings and couldn’t take it away, my emotions. Sometimes, I want to be crazy, sometimes I want to hide, not to be infected in the secular world, live a life without fireworks, and go to the most beautiful state. On the muddy road, dancing on the puddle, life can be elegant as well. The blackboard is just a blackboard, no longer full of dense words. Where are those children who try to open their eyes? Are there any memories of the old days there? I stare at them, long silence, afraid of tears falling down, keep looking up, Looking up at this rainy sky. The position around me was empty. I didn’t know where to put my hands. Occasionally someone came, and finally I left. The Strange came and went, leaving only greater loneliness and chewing by myself. The short hair, the growth of hair and the memory are not missing for anyone, but I want to stop the time abruptly that summer. Blue sea and blue sky, the dream we once had, now it is gray and dark, and there is no place to escape. We are no longer young. We have lost our courage, lost our stubbornness and lost our affection, but we are close at hand and meet each other. The raw materials stripped from the walls, the raw and embroidered blue-ball rack, and we, who were hooked to the north in the sunset, were buried. The ideal component, I often dream that the campus without the whole Sunshine, crowded and noisy, will bloom out of warmth. The words carved on the tree were clumsy in that year, thinking that they could grow old in the world, so they devoted all their love to it. But everyone forgot to say that some things were really impossible! The rain outside the window, Da da da da da da da da da da da, the sudden wind of disease blew his hair and held an umbrella, thinking alone, thinking about the spring, autumn, winter and summer that a group of talents have. I am a strange girl who is always struggling in love and being loved. She doesn’t cry or fall alone. She is only naughty in noise. She is a delicate and smart child, but life is an apple with gaps, there are many things that can’t be done. If you can, do what you like; If not, do what you should do. I have always thought that I am a well-behaved child, sleeping, eating and having classes obediently. I am just grumpy, never rebellious, actually not so good, just pretending, never disappointed. His favor made me rely on him, recalling the simple oath. I knew it clearly, but still made troubles without reason. I like someone, and it’s really good to make life simple. Reading books and writing letters, I still love this habit, I shed tears in others’ stories, so I grew up slowly, eager to fly. Mist scattered in the distance, the air was bitterly cold, holding hot coffee, a person bitter. Walking in many places, slowly understand to put down, never bear. How much experience does it take to become what it is now to be brave enough to face and face the fate that should not belong to me. The life of a person taught me to forget and endure, and also taught me to be strong and confident. Therefore, I was no longer spoiled and willful, but buried gently, only with a heart of stone. Life is an adventure. Even if there is no one to accompany me, I still can’t stay. Shangri-La, the western double version, the dream of childhood, then slowly ooze sweat, desperately arrived. It becomes simple and has never been complicated. Some places will come one day, just like some people’s hands, If you let go, you will still hold it again. This is the edge or the circle. Go around the circle. On a gloomy day, there was some lingering drizzle. I was always at a loss at such a moment, as if standing in a large reeds. The lonely wind was endless and I couldn’t see the direction clearly. The left hand is wasted by embroidering, and the right hand is damaged by writing. You can’t understand the pain of skin until your hands hurt, and go deep into the bone marrow. Restless blood gradually solidifies in this winter. It turns out that some love has never arrived. If you like a very simple life, just be the most real person. Don’t be bored or not. Stay with each other and live through the space. When I was intimate, it was so rare that I searched for empty memories, but I still had no impression. People are not fish, they can have seven seconds of memory, people are not trees, they can remember the story of a lifetime, we are like this, Naked, always not lucky. The rain outside the classroom was pouring down. Through the thick glass window, there was still a resounding sound. The sky was getting dark again. This kind of weather was suitable for nostalgia, while I was holding my knees, there is inexplicable sadness. Stubborn persistence, your own dreams, stubborn belief, your own vision, stubborn maintenance, your own posture …… just this stubborn, stiff each other. Mom said, be brave and strong, be a warm and clean child. I often quarreled with her, domineering and squander the youth she threw on me. This woman brought out my life like water. I am grateful for the growth she has given me and made me live a more rational life. In her, I can always find the peace of mind that I lack, looking at her eyes, she has infinite power. I am not a good boy, and I always argue with her, But it took up all her love. The rain outside the window was like a tearful eye filled with someone’s missing, and I missed my mother very much. When I came here, there were countless tunnels across thousands of mountains and rivers, this is the life I have been escaping from. The fate is sometimes ridiculous. I tried my best to escape and miss it, the warmth and comfort of my family, and my mother’s wool and father’s cigarette. Recently, I feel very tired. I don’t want to talk or smile. My health is getting worse and worse. I feel sick every three to five times. I don’t like that feeling. I feel very uncomfortable. 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Listen to the night’s black

The Moonlight is light, covering the pine forest outside the village. White clouds are scattered, and some strange stars are missing. Tianhe where? _Guo Moruo’s “quiet night” I always thought I was afraid of the darkness of the night. Until a few days ago, the school stopped electricity for a day. In the dark night, there was no bright day, and it was dark, but as long as you listen attentively, you can also find many existence that you ignore. I tried to close my eyes and wake up my ears. What I heard was not the click of the mouse, the knock of the keyboard, or the noisy noise in the daytime, but the cry deep in the heart under the silence. The night seems to freeze the time and no longer flow. Quietly, you can hear the sound of your breath, the deepest in your heart and the purest beauty in the world. Without the shining of neon lights and the bustle of traffic, it seems that all the noise and noise in the world are quiet at this moment. The vast sky is dyed into a dark background, and the light Moonlight is shot through the door curtain, the stars twinkled in the night sky, so quiet and harmonious. Everything in the world was as clean and real as the face of the young woman who was unloaded with heavy makeup, which set off waves in my heart. It turned out that such a wonderful moment was missed when I was too impetuous at ordinary times, and I suddenly realized that I had started to deviate from my original dream so far since I didn’t know when, and I was busy chasing aimlessly all day long, blindly following the tide of numerous textual researches is like a ship sailing out of the sea without a compass drifting in the vast ocean. In that silent night, I listened attentively and found the dream deep in my heart. At that moment, I would remove the numerous and complicated troubles in the world and release myself, let my long-lived heart gallop in the vast starry sky. On the contrary, I used to be in a hurry. Too many burdens repressed my soul. My soul was so heavy that I missed too many wonderful things along the road and ignored how bright the night turned out to be. 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…