Who do you dance?

The autumn wind was accompanied by bitterness, so melancholy that Lin Hua thanked the Spring red. Too hastily. When the autumn wind starts, I look up and see the withered butterflies dancing in the wild and the withered stamens everywhere. Once the dream fell to the ground. Standing in the wind, watching the flower swaying and falling in the wind. Is it a piece of flying flowers to reduce the sorrow of spring, or is it the pain of hearing the rain? Is it the sorrow under the boundless falling wood or the helpless falling flowers? Is it the fate of floating flowers? There were too many questions and confusion tangled in my mind. I couldn’t give answers, but my mind expanded. My head hurts and my heart is tired. I love autumn alone, the coolness of autumn and the loneliness of autumn; I love the night, I love watching the stars at night and intoxicated in the lonely night sky with the stars; I spoil the deserted streets, escape from the hustle and bustle of the city, hide in the corner and start a listless daze, with endless sorrow and endless pain until you can’t bear it and die. I thought all dreams would be so warm and beautiful, I once thought that the moon would be so bright and charming every night; I once thought that the flower season would be gorgeous and fragrant, and I thought that the future would be splendid and Frank. My classmates said that your future is not a dream. However, the stars fall because they bear too much hope, and I am decadent here because I bear too many dreams. N years ago, I carried my luggage and walked to the Palace of Dreams by the dawn. With hope and curiosity, I struggled desperately and ran forward desperately, but I didn’t know that the seeds of dreams were sown, but finally a flower named fireworks came out. Tears bloom in the starry sky, and what falls is the Ashes of Time. Dreams burst into nothingness with the short fireworks. Reluctantly, he abandoned a person from the crowd of flowers and applause to the desolate and distant embarrassment. I tried to find a support and a trace of hope from nothingness. Therefore, I desperately pushed myself into fantasy, but unexpectedly I turned from fantasy to fantasy, and then fell into reality. At that moment, everything turned from hope to disappointment, from disappointment to hope, and then from bitter to final despair. The heart-wrenching pain arises spontaneously. The more I don’t want to daydream, the more I prefer fantasy. The more I struggle, the more I can’t get rid of it. All pains have no tears, and all joys have no smiles. I, always, still numb. The blood froze in the blood vessels, and the heart froze and couldn’t beat. The wind stopped, the rain stopped, the birds flew, and the flowers thanked. I am also tired. I can’t stand the bitter life, and I can’t stand myself in the dark world. If pain is a kind of wine, I really hope it is the most powerful wine. I want to drink for the moon alone, and have a drink. Then let go of the hands without temperature and sleep for thousands of years. It takes thousands of years to forget the pain. I want to remember the scriptures. When I wake up, the sky is still clear, the wind is still clear, the smile is still present, the dead butterfly leaves fly, I hope it will not be the dance of life with me again. If. Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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…