Indifferent winter

In the dead of night, sitting in front of the desk, listening to the sadness and sadness brought by the music, wandering quietly on the internet. You can think anything and think nothing. Close your eyes and the music will float beside you. You can’t say clearly what it will express, or you should secretly tell you something about the feelings in this world, just let your heart pervade the confusion brought by music at will, as if any words are redundant, and every note is written with simple mood. The petals of memory, however, were stained with withered sadness, singing alone, with a sigh, Haggard, slightly hurt in this sleepless moonlight night, broken all over the floor and scattered on the pavilion. It is said that lonely people will not easily forget everyone who has passed through their lives, nor will they clearly delete everyone who gives comfort in their lives, because loneliness can make people can’t help being immersed in memories, so loneliness has color, either purple or red. Too realistic can make people give up many dreams helplessly and induce themselves to grasp the hope in front of them directly. Even if what they grasp is only a grass, it is like getting a forest. At night, it was very soft, and those painful memories also comforted the weak nerves. Noisy Silence, floating dust silence, neon shining the boundless night, unloading the exhaustion of the day, the heart is still wandering in memory, so heavy, so light, so close, so far, so beautiful and sad. The past is like smoke, and marks of different shades are carved in my heart. What should be forgotten is remembered again; What should be remembered is vaguely blurred. It turns out that all existence is just the direction that the heart yearns for. Facing too many beautiful things that cannot be returned, we can only close our eyes and close our hearts, indulge in the bottom layer of the river and break our thoughts. The road ahead, the loneliness you can’t see. The words draw the heart, but you can’t draw the deep love. Dreams are colorful and pale, but they are not beautiful. If there is no memory, looming scars, warm pain, just like this accumulated in the heart, obsession for many years. Looking back on the vast expanse, I was alone, independent and frosty, accompanied by the lonely star of the Cold Moon, and sang with the cold wind and rain. In the clear rhyme of the four seasons, my heart was polished calmly and peacefully. Only the snow in the twilight, the end of the sky, the other side of the sea, may spread endless white, can accommodate the lonely and lonely plain face and clear heart, continue the beautiful fate of previous life, drunk in the eyes, love is in the wisps of smile, from then on, the palm of Heaven and Earth are in touch with each other and go to a happy appointment. Do not want to recall, just your heart don’t know how to back, gazing at don’t know how to take back. This year flower than last red, but next year hua geng hao, know and who. People who have loved say that forgetting is fake. It is also very difficult to go through the road again. We can only face the Blue Sky, the breeze, the sunshine and the rain and dew to make life more flexible and angry, and cover the haze and vicissitudes, even if it is still a piece of light and bright. When exhausted, drink with the moon, let tears flow freely, sing those songs out of tune, start the boundless miss, agitating the dusty love, let the thoughts become fresh, the sleeping life has perception. On the cold winter night, the moon was hidden, the stars escaped, even the wind was silent, and the surrounding was full of strange coldness. When the oath becomes a lie, it is still lingering, but there is only a hopeless waiting and decadent exile. It is hard to hide the exhaustion behind the smile, the piano is melodious and playing despair, and the words are lingering and expressing confusion. The fingertips rise and fall, and the sand beach soaked by the tidal water is damp. Under the Bodhi tree, the bitterness is waiting for the cycle of season after season. In the misty and rainy world, the graceful sadness of the previous life is played. To see how many ups and downs stories and legends of wind, flowers, snow and moon in the world, everything is like, like flying dreams, scattered in the misty distance. If all the scenery can pass by and all the beauty can be abbreviated, can happiness be simple? When you don’t love it, you are lonely; When you fall in love, you are doomed. In this quiet and indifferent winter, I am looking forward to the arrival of a Ruixue, revealing the beauty of quiet and wandering, washing away the dust of the years, covering all sadness, freezing all thoughts, and letting the missing run aground, let everything come back, let the dream come back again, and then listen to a favorite song and fall into the dream in the years of gradual alienation. 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…

Winter Warm Sun (2) a book a World

After experiencing the bustle of yesterday, we finally had a quiet time at noon today. Stay alone in the three-room hostel and enjoy this quiet time. The sound of water flowing from the heating pipe set off the room more quiet. In the rainy weather, I couldn’t help writing at the desk, the inner feelings flow out. I am very lucky to bring papyrus and my favorite books. It is unnecessary to worry about it. I always wear it before, but never take it out to read. Wearing it is just a kind of psychological comfort, and I regret it when I bring it back. This is a good start. I don’t want to repeat the past regrets. On the way, I tried to find a peace with the busy world and live a good life. In the morning, I rushed to the urban area to do things. I came from the suburb and looked at the vehicles coming in and out at the bus station, as well as the tired eyes on the vehicles. I didn’t know where they came from and where they went, only the hurried figure came into my sight and disappeared. I am also one of them. I am a passer-by in others’ eyes when I am on a shabby bus for one thing. There is a story behind each hurried figure. Will they sit down quietly and settle down their minds after being hurried? When I hurried back, I told myself to be calm and slowly went back to the restaurant to have buffet. It was a little late and there was not much food to choose from, but it was enough to fill my stomach. Take your time, take your time, don’t want to be with each other, just want to be alone. Solitude is free, and solitude is quiet. I just read, write and listen to the sound of running water indoors alone. There is neither the noise of TV nor the disturbance of dialogue, only the rustle of strokes on the paper, which complement each other with running water and express the inner joy together. I slept very late last night. After drinking, I was a little indulgent. I shouted loudly and said loudly that I should have disturbed many people who were looking for peace at that time. Now I think it’s really ashamed. I clearly remembered that after last night, the whole building became quiet. The quiet time and space made me uncomfortable. I was so quiet that I couldn’t drink at all and went to sleep for a long time. I think this should be called waking up quietly, not starting up. The quietness after noise will be so powerful, not only the beauty of silence is better than sound here, but also the silent instruction. After breakfast, there were still a few minutes before the lecture, so I read the books I brought with me in the dormitory. Watching TV by my roommates did not hinder my reading interest. The text of “fallen leaves return to Root” is still so fresh. In my eyes, there are golden leaves, blue sky and beautiful sunset. With the thoughts of Dharma Chan master, I can feel life from the change of nature, clear my superficial cognition. I used the pen to draw down a paragraph of touching words: I sat under the window and listened sideways, listening attentively to the silent voice. If you listen to the silent world attentively, the existing courtyard will open to you. The universe is a huge living body, and we ourselves are a part of it. When we open ourselves to the huge living body, we can get closer to the origin of life. I wrote down two words of the universe and the universe in the blank space of the book, thinking while writing, whether I can still feel the mood when writing these two words later, and concluded that no one except me could understand the intention of writing this word. I am want to say, it is also the theory of the universe, which comes down in one continuous line with “the most magical 24 lessons” that I have come into contact with, and the latter is theoretical, dharma Chan master is a model of applying theory to practice. I can imagine the hardship of life in the mountain, but I haven’t found any complaints from the Buddhist master. On the contrary, there are freshness, gratitude and happiness between the lines, which is exactly the perfect combination with the universe. In this hurried world, we actually don’t need so much. The Buffet at noon only needs to fill the stomach. A book, a pen, a piece of papyrus and silence for a long time are the most abundant spiritual feast. At this time, you can listen attentively to the silent voice. 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…