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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Distance

Two years ago, when someone left me, he said to me with anxiety: Don’t impose your will on others too strongly in the future. Otherwise, you will eventually hurt yourself. Because, no one will really understand your original intention of doing this. At that time, those who hadn’t experienced many worldly affairs I am frivolous: I thought that in this world, most people would know me, tolerate me and forgive me like her. Therefore, I didn’t approve of her worries at that time. Now it seems that I am still wrong. Finally, I realized that in that year, that month, that day, that moment, the sadness flowing in her eyes at the moment she turned around. After years, a person came over day by day in pretending numbness. It is not a long journey, sometimes I suddenly feel that the extension is very long and very long. I suddenly feel that I have been away for a long time. I thought that my heart had died in the depth of a certain corner of time. I thought that I would go on in the silence of forgetting like this until the world of a person is old. Now it seems that I still see myself too much. When the Sky in April turned into a gourd of deep blue lake water, how I wish a drop of tears could turn into tears in my heart, dropping on the eyebrows of the past, unlocking my dusty heart knot and stopping my heart. On the day when the North wild goose flew south, after I beat my unbearable heart back to my original shape, I chose to be a wolf roaring in the wilderness. The vast wild land licks the wound; Under the Cold Moon, raise your head and howl. No longer expect any warmth belonging to me, no longer linger on any beautiful scenery. However, some things are still stubborn but not the arrangement of nature. Like fate, there are some things that cannot be escaped or caught. Accustomed to indifference and hardness, it still cannot eradicate the fragility and sensitivity in the bottom of my heart. Inadvertently, the past will suddenly fly around the eyebrows, thinking of some people, some things, some feelings, and always fall into the confusion and sadness that cannot be pulled out. Then, it will be depressed, decadent and degenerate. On the surface, it seems that life is boiling with blood every day. In fact, it is often in a kind of confusion and struggle that cannot be awakened. Most of the time, I can’t figure out which on Earth I am! In recent days, I have buried all my thoughts into my work. Although many states are muddled, I still urge myself to be more busy and more busy every day. Perhaps, only in this way can we experience a moment of peace and tranquility. However, after all, people are social people. Each of our living conditions will directly or indirectly affect others. Seeing that the work of the two new colleagues I worked with didn’t improve a lot, I got angry and criticized them from time to time. I thought it was a matter of course. In the end, I found that I thought it was too selfish and overbearing. They flattered me to call me teacher. In fact, I was always scared. Because, I was really worried that my junior teacher could not be a senior student, and I failed to live up to the name of this noble teacher. So, extremes meet. Sometimes I would impose my will on them. I began to pick their faults. I began to put pressure on them, and I began to force them to run out cruelly. I think this is responsible for them. However, I still ignored their feelings. After all, they just walked out of school, a little timid and confused. Perhaps, they have worked hard, and what qualifications do I have to put pressure on them? The most hateful thing is that yesterday I actually taught them how to plan their daily work. Everyone has their own different lifestyles and working styles. What qualifications do I have to point out? When I went home at night, I suddenly remembered the scene that they worked silently after being criticized in the afternoon when I was half drunk and half awake, and I felt very uncomfortable. I always feel that what I said during the day is heavier. In addition, I felt inexplicable headache and could not fall asleep after half a night. I regretted that I didn’t know how serious it was during the day. Finally, they entered the dream in a daze, only to find that they hated me so much that they ignored me. The dream is so, I still don’t know what the reality is! Those who know me call me worry; Those who don’t know me call me what to ask? Life is originally a lonely walk between heaven and earth. If you learn and know how cold and warm you are, you may be tired of your heart and walk to the farther distance freely. Since we are often unable to perceive what others think, why should we stubbornly and arbitrarily impose some of our will on others? In this world, people often need to accept despair in the farthest beauty, and then pursue hope in the deepest despair. That’s it. None of us can reverse it. Many mistakes cannot be turned back once they happen. I think what I need to confess is not only yesterday. They are not the only people I have mentioned. Whether it is hateful or hateful, no matter what kind of person I am in their hearts, these are not important. What’s important is that I hope all the people who have passed by me can see the beauty they love as they wish. As for myself, I won’t expect anyone who hates me to forgive me and understand me. Born as a wild goose flying alone, you should accept the unbearable weight without hesitation. I hope that after today, I will not be anyone’s teacher any more. Let’s be colleagues and like-minded friends. Once someone asked me, if life really had reincarnation, why would I be willing to reincarnated? At that time, I replied that I was willing to be a white bird with a wisp of warmth in the world and fly in Tagore’s poems, but there was no need to leave the trace of wings in the sky. Think about it today, let’s make a stone from a distant mountain. Mountains, warm without tell, just cold meditation, hope ba qian li from clouds and months. 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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Moonlight Capriccio

The advantage of autumn lies not only in the clear sky in the daytime, but also in the bright moonlight at night. The moonlight in autumn seems to be clear and moist from other places. When bathing in it, there is a faint feeling of coldness and a more breathtaking power. Perhaps, I haven’t enjoyed their shining and baptism seriously for a long time. At least, I haven’t been able to go to the open wild, a place with nothing, to look up at the starry sky. I know what a pleasant thing it used to be. There was no one around and no sound. I almost forgot my existence. The Moonlight poured on my body like water, as if I heard the sound of water; the fog rising in the moonlight in the distance seemed to send a slight sound. However, I didn’t go. I just glanced at them in a hurry. They were very lonely, and so was I. Although sometimes they came to my window quietly, I fell asleep again at that time. They are so quiet and serene that this month has gone, and the next month will come again; Always in the lack of round, they care about the joys and sorrows of the world. Moon and Ming. Of course, without sunshine, there will be no moonlight; Our world will not only be cold and clear, but also be dark. However, without moonlight, all our strolling and practice will no longer have meaning and symbol. Moreover, without moonlight, we will not know the existence of the moon. It is just a star that we cannot see. Moonlight, suspected ground cream. Looked up at the moon, down and think of home. Without the moonlight, all the Chinese characters would be pale. It was no longer a kind of emotion, nor could it express any kind of thought. Without the moonlight, there would be no thought of lowering your head, and no look at the distance when you raise your head. According to the moon between Pine, Clear Spring stone upper reaches. Without moonlight, almost all the scenery will suddenly change. It is no longer the joy in front of us, nor the sustenance in our hearts. Today, people don’t see the ancient moon, but this month is the same as the ancients. Chinese words are so graceful, expressing your exclamation, and also making you exclamation its beauty and sadness. Month Liushao head, after. Without moonlight, maybe there would be no shyness and gentleness. Long Life, partings. In the days without moonlight, all gathering and scattering will no longer be related to moonlight. Because all the wind and moon are not endless; Some people get together in the moonlight, while others want to break up in the moonlight. It is better to choose a day in early winter, a moonlit night; There is nothing in the world, only the thin frost on the ground, only the quiet moonlight, and it is better to have cool fog hitting your head. Everything in front of you is so hazy as if you can’t be any more hazy; While you are so sober that you can’t be sober any more. However, almost at the same time, there will be another kind of emotion that grows secretly with the fog in the moonlight. 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. 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…