Written on the Flowery March

In that sunny afternoon, I went to the company through the side door of the dormitory building. There were several Manager dormitory buildings on both sides of the road, and many cars were parked downstairs. I suddenly raised my head and found the trace of birds. Looking carefully, several birds were flying around on the windowsill, as if looking for their own nests. This reminds me of swallows and the text about swallows I learned when I was young. But is this a swallow? No, no, it should be just an ordinary bird. Since it is an ordinary bird, it reminds me of Jay Chou’s sparrows with seven Li incense and a kind of pedantic bird that I saw on the lawn of the factory before. I also remembered those people who accompanied me for a walk in the park. I don’t know if everything is fine! Seeing this scene, I am sigh with emotion like this, is it spring? Spring is coming? I didn’t expect spring to come so soon. Later I recalled that if someone heard these words at that time, he would surely think that I am a madman. How could there exist such kind of people who could not distinguish between spring, summer, autumn and winter here. Isn’t spring coming long ago? For Shenzhen, summer is coming soon. But I suddenly felt that it was already spring! In this way, in the past two months, I have been living in winter and hibernating in my own world. Does this kind of meaning come into being without seeing flowers bloom? Didn’t you see the inverted green grass marks? Looking around, I really can’t see such scenery. No wonder I live in winter. Just such a small plot caused a big shock in my heart. The reason why it is said to be shock is that for such a long period of time, the inner heart is calm. What kind of calm is it? I can’t say it myself. In short, there is no intention to write or write articles, and no interest in doing things. Every time when a friend asks me, I always say that it is because I am too busy recently. In fact, most of the time, I am are staring at the Monitor in a daze, or chatting with some people who don’t contact much at ordinary times, killing time. In such a day, I am can do nothing, which is even worse than words. A friend said that I should go out for a walk to change my current lifestyle, saying that I have been soaked in this constant environment for too long, and it will become moldy and rotten sooner or later. In fact, I am used to staying late in the office these days. Every time I walk out of the office building, there are almost no people on the road. The night wind rolled up and put down the dust on the road without any hindrance, as if playing games with them. Entering this relatively open ground from a completely closed space, the whole person becomes fresh and sober. Maybe I should really listen to my friends’ opinions. When I come home from work, I also change my way to change my mood. But this idea just sprouted and was strangled in my mind. I asked myself, what can I change? In addition to taking a few more steps, there was no scenery to see and nothing could be changed, so he simply returned according to the original road. For the decadence of recent days, I am have reflected and seriously reflected. But also develop a habit of not knowing whether it is good or bad. In the dormitory alone, it was so quiet that I could hear my breath. I didn’t know whether it was good or bad. These days, before going to bed every night, I would lean against the head of the bed in a daze, feeling that I had thought a lot of things, but I didn’t know what I was thinking about, until the shoulder leaning against the head of the bed became sour, I turned off the light and lay down. My colleagues asked me whether I was afraid of living and whether I would be stuffy. I smiled casually and said, “it’s good to live alone. There’s nothing to be afraid. One night, I was so sleepy that I got a call from my father. It was already eleven o’clock. On the phone, I almost didn’t say anything, and kept responding. In fact, I was scolded miserably by my father, because of the exam and something, I couldn’t know. I haven’t been scolded for a long time. This feeling is actually quite good, at least let me know that my heart still hurts, my face still blushes, I still feel ashamed and sorry for my parents, they were worried and disappointed again. I didn’t know why my father was so angry that night, but I was sober, which I had never been sober these days. Sometimes, I really feel that I am a bastard, doing a lot of things is half-hearted, and I have never made up my mind to do one thing and do it well. My father knows my personality and temper very well. He knows what I am thinking and what I want to do with my expression and eyes. After being severely taught by my father, I felt a little sad in my heart, but I still fell asleep again. In fact, I just owe abuse. I am know that I have been living a life-threatening life these days, so do I. It has always been like this since I came from home to write this article after the Spring Festival. Don’t read books, don’t study, watch TV series one by one, watch it once and watch it for the second time. At work, I don’t do things for several days, staring blankly at the monitor, or talking nonsense with some people I know or don’t know on QQ, killing time, and then forcing myself to stay for half a day, or finish the work that I didn’t do a few days ago in one day. It’s tiring to do things like this, I am know it, and there is a tendency of self-abuse. It seems that only when you are tired can you feel that you are still alive. Besides, you don’t know what else you can do. Just like today, just like now, I knocked hard on the keyboard as if I was venting. The fingers of the left ring finger and the little finger were longer than those of the other eight fingers, the two fingers and arms were very sour when typing words so hard, but I thought this feeling was good. Every time on such a day, I especially want to find some blows and sins. In the past, every time when I was like this, I would call the misty rain and talk to her about the recent situation. Then she couldn’t help telling me, because I knew that she really wanted me to figure out some truth, but my brain can’t turn around. She always said that some things had to be figured out by herself, but I didn’t want to think deeply. I always thought that she could make it clear. She knew my personality, I forced myself to straighten out my thoughts. My boss was reluctant, but I knew that she did everything for my good. Some things had to be faced by herself and experienced to grow up, but I always chose to escape. Every time I talked to her, the whole person felt much more relaxed. This time I didn’t dare to call her, because I couldn’t disturb her, and I couldn’t always worry her and make her embarrassed. Now, she has been upgraded to be a mother, and so have I. That little life came to this world healthily. Although he hadn’t seen him yet, he had been looking forward to, praying and blessing. Is it because of the constant illness that this relationship becomes like this? In fact, I know it is not. Maybe it still has some influence. I am an impatient person, I always feel uncomfortable when I catch a cold, but I feel uncomfortable when I stand and sit. Why not update the novel? To be honest, I don’t want to touch it at all. Occasionally I mentioned a little mood, but soon I was swallowed up by another decadent mentality. The novel has been stopped at the scene when the hero was ready to recall the encounter between him and the heroine. In fact, how he met and what kind of scene were all in my mind. Even the way the heroine turned back and smiled was clearly engraved in my mind, but I just didn’t want to write it down with a pen. At this time, I would think of sister Chen Hui’s words, you are just making excuses for your laziness! Yes, I admit that I also want to live refreshed. I hate myself like this, but I can’t get out of this puzzle. When knocking these words, the sunshine outside was very warm, and I hadn’t seen the sun for a long time. I felt much better. During this period of time, I didn’t find anyone to complain or go out for fun, but I knew everything would be fine. I should have stepped out. It shouldn’t be like this, nor should it be like this. I want to eat well and take good care of myself. Who can you show your cowardice when you go out alone? I miss all my friends as well. Are you all well? 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…

Children’s dream

I am a child, I have a dream. In the hope that dreams can give me, I know that I can be very happy, like a Trojan horse in my fairy tale childhood, I just need to hold the handrail tightly, without thinking about anything. Everything is as clear as the water vapor left after the rain in the morning. As the sun rises, I run away hastily, because I know, I am very happy because I am a child and the child will not lie. I am a child, so I won’t suddenly burst into tears in the classroom where the video is played in the afternoon. My eyes are at the temperature of 37. I can feel the heat to devour my eyes and hunt for a way to warm my gradually painful eyes, I don’t understand the meaning of the child. Tears like water flow twirled in my eyelids and emitted yellow light. I was beaten by my mother. My father always held me crying and complained to my mother, I could hear the cry of my own doll, but I tried to make more tears every time, because I would see the light like stars forming a changing pattern one by one, so I stared at the old-fashioned chandelier, seeing the petals in my eyes which gradually change shape, if I stop crying, it will disappear. I am a child, so the happiest thing for me to do with my child is to play house and find an open space in the sand outside the door, which is my home, picking a lot of beautiful petals, green grass, irregular shaped pebbles, in my eyes, as long as I can see, can bring me all kinds of needs through them, so I have a small world I can see, everything in the small world is beautiful and changeable. I am very happy. I have a lot of things, and I can really be happy. I am a child. I have so many good friends for my child. We play building blocks together and pile them into houses we like. If they fall down, we pile up again. We can play for an afternoon and forget the time of eating, my mother was used to looking for me everywhere when it was getting dark. Every time I heard the same echo from far away places, she always called tirelessly in every remote alley, we are used to each other. I don’t worry that it’s too dark to go home alone, because my mother will definitely find me before it gets dark. She will teach me a lesson while pulling me home, food is always prepared for hungry children, and they get used to the smell of cooking at home, so when asked about the smell of food floating out of the chimney, they ran home with a naughty smile, my dream is to eat the meal my mother cooked for me. It is simple but smelly. Filling is pleasant. My happiness can be simple, so I almost seem simple. I am a child, I won’t walk alone on the moon-Shining Path on summer nights. I stop from time to time to watch the stars in the flickering mountains in the sky. There are often moving little red dots. My father told me that it was a plane, Therefore, I am so envious that I hope that I can also sit in a flying machine on a summer night and be looked up by a lonely child, which is the happiness I thought. I am a child, I am a child with a sister. I know every time I play around behind her ass, I am so happy. The more she wants to get rid of me, the more I am like a follower, the more she can’t help it, sometimes she would hide on the very high table of her friend’s house. I like playing on it because it is very close to the sky, I forced her to jump from such a high cement platform to the haystack under the house. My sister didn’t like to take me, and I liked to follow her around, because I didn’t know there was something more interesting than following him and listening to her angrily driving me away. In my heart, having a sister was really a happy reward, seeing her there was always a kind of unspeakable safety and familiar intimacy. Because I have a sister, I expect to go home early every day. I can finish a few homework before dark, I played with her in a comfortable bed and played with me. Sometimes I was angry and chased her with a stick. I thought it was happiness, and I would not admit that it was a feeling of happiness in the future, because the happiness that becomes a feeling no longer belongs to me. I am a child, I would cry and be naughty. Even if I played with skin again, I was my father’s happy fruit and his pride. Every night when my father came home, I couldn’t be idle for a moment, he rode a motorcycle and took me around. I was gradually moved by the moving car. I saw the willows, bicycles and flowers left behind by me. That was the happiest moment for me as a child. I am a child. I have a lot of childhood. I have so many things that are small enough to make me happy all day. I have all kinds of strange games. I have classmates in kindergarten. I call them good friends, I have a lot of teachers who like me, who Award me the little red flowers that I personally weave, and the snacks hidden in that corner will always be found by me. I can’t see enough cartoons, all kinds of small things invented by myself, sometimes it is just a small house made of yogurt boxes, dyed into gorgeous colors with colored pens. I am called a little fool, learning the Empress, swordsmen or monsters in ancient costume TV plays, wearing curtains, the white mosquito net, with all kinds of beads from nowhere, stole my sister’s cosmetics and beat them with sticks… I have a lot. When I grew up, I knew that I was no longer a child. A child’s dream I am a child. I have a dream. In the hope that dreams can give me, I know that I can be very happy, like a Trojan horse that always keeps turning around in my fairy tale childhood, I just need to hold the handrail tightly, without thinking about anything. Everything is as clear as the water vapor left after the rain in the morning. As the sun rises, I run away hastily, because I know, I am very happy because I am a child and the child will not lie. I am a child, so I won’t suddenly burst into tears in the classroom where the video is played in the afternoon. My eyes are at the temperature of 37. I can feel the heat to devour my eyes and hunt for a way to warm my gradually painful eyes, I don’t understand the meaning of the child. Tears like water flow twirled in my eyelids and emitted yellow light. I was beaten by my mother. My father always held me crying and complained to my mother, I could hear the cry of my own doll, but I tried to make more tears every time, because I would see the light like stars forming a changing pattern one by one, so I stared at the old-fashioned chandelier, seeing the petals in my eyes which gradually change shape, if I stop crying, it will disappear. I am a child, so the happiest thing for me to do with my child is to play house and find an open space in the sand outside the door, which is my home, picking a lot of beautiful petals, green grass, irregular shaped pebbles, in my eyes, as long as I can see, can bring me all kinds of needs through them, so I have a small world I can see, everything in the small world is beautiful and changeable. I am very happy. I have a lot of things, and I can really be happy. I am a child. I have so many good friends for my child. We play building blocks together and pile them into houses we like. If they fall down, we pile up again. We can play for an afternoon and forget the time of eating, my mother was used to looking for me everywhere when it was getting dark. Every time I heard the same echo from far away places, she always called tirelessly in every remote alley, we are used to each other. I don’t worry that it’s too dark to go home alone, because my mother will definitely find me before it gets dark. She will teach me a lesson while pulling me home, food is always prepared for hungry children, and they get used to the smell of cooking at home, so when asked about the smell of food floating out of the chimney, they ran home with a naughty smile, my dream is to eat the meal my mother cooked for me. It is simple but smelly. Filling is pleasant. My happiness can be simple, So I almost seemed to be very simple. I am a child, I would not walk alone on the moon-Shining Path on summer nights, stopping from time to time to watch the flickering stars in the sky, there are often moving little red dot. My father told me that it was a plane, so I envy it. I hope I can sit in a flying machine and be looked up by a lonely child on a summer night, that is the happiness I thought. I am a child, I am a child with a sister. I know every time I play around behind her ass, I am so happy. The more she wants to get rid of me, the more I am like a follower, the more she can’t help it, sometimes she would hide on the very high table of her friend’s house. I like playing on it because it is very close to the sky, I forced her to jump from such a high cement platform to the haystack under the house. My sister didn’t like to take me, and I liked to follow her around, because I didn’t know there was something more interesting than following him and listening to her angrily driving me away. In my heart, having a sister was really a happy reward, seeing her there was always a kind of unspeakable safety and familiar intimacy. Because I have a sister, I expect to go home early every day. I can finish a few homework before dark, I played with her in a comfortable bed and played with me. Sometimes I was angry and chased her with a stick. I thought it was happiness, and I would not admit that it was a feeling of happiness in the future, because the happiness that becomes a feeling no longer belongs to me. I am a child, I would cry and be naughty. Even if I played with skin again, I was my father’s happy fruit and his pride. Every night when my father came home, I couldn’t be idle for a moment, he rode a motorcycle and took me around. I was gradually moved by the moving car. I saw the willows, bicycles and flowers left behind by me. That was the happiest moment for me as a child. I am a child. I have a lot of childhood. I have so many things that are small enough to make me happy all day. I have all kinds of strange games. I have classmates in kindergarten. I call them good friends, I have a lot of teachers who like me, who Award me the little red flowers that I personally weave, and the snacks hidden in that corner will always be found by me. I can’t see enough cartoons, all kinds of small things invented by myself, sometimes it is just a small house made of yogurt boxes, dyed into gorgeous colors with colored pens. I am called a little fool, learning the Empress, swordsmen or monsters in ancient costume TV plays, wearing curtains, the white mosquito net, with all kinds of beads from nowhere, stole my sister’s cosmetics and beat them with sticks… I have a lot. When I grew up, I knew that I was no longer a child. A child’s dream I am a child. I have a dream. In the hope that dreams can give me, I know that I can be very happy, like a Trojan horse that always keeps turning around in my fairy tale childhood, I just need to hold the handrail tightly, without thinking about anything. Everything is as clear as the water vapor left after the rain in the morning. As the sun rises, I run away hastily, because I know, I am very happy because I am a child and the child will not lie. I am a child, so I won’t suddenly burst into tears in the classroom where the video is played in the afternoon. My eyes are at the temperature of 37. I can feel the heat to devour my eyes and hunt for a way to warm my gradually painful eyes, I don’t understand the meaning of the child. Tears like water flow twirled in my eyelids and emitted yellow light. I was beaten by my mother. My father always held me crying and complained to my mother, I could hear the cry of my own doll, but I tried to make more tears every time, because I would see the light like stars forming a changing pattern one by one, so I stared at the old-fashioned chandelier, seeing the petals in my eyes which gradually change shape, if I stop crying, it will disappear. I am a child, so the happiest thing for me to do with my child is to play house and find an open space in the sand outside the door, which is my home, picking a lot of beautiful petals, green grass, irregular shaped pebbles, in my eyes, as long as I can see, can bring me all kinds of needs through them, so I have a small world I can see, everything in the small world is beautiful and changeable. I am very happy. I have a lot of things, and I can really be happy. I am a child. I have so many good friends for my child. We play building blocks together and pile them into houses we like. If they fall down, we pile up again. We can play for an afternoon and forget the time of eating, my mother was used to looking for me everywhere when it was getting dark. Every time I heard the same echo from far away places, she always called tirelessly in every remote alley, we are used to each other. I don’t worry that it’s too dark to go home alone, because my mother will definitely find me before it gets dark. She will teach me a lesson while pulling me home, food is always prepared for hungry children, I got used to the smell of cooking at home, so when I asked about the smell of food floating out of the chimney, I ran home with a naughty smile. My dream was to eat the food my mother cooked for me, which was simple but smelly, filling is pleasant, my happiness can be very simple, so I almost look very simple, I am a child, I will not walk alone on the path of the moon shining on summer night, from time to time, I stopped to watch the stars on the flickering mountain in the sky. There were often moving little red dots. My father told me that it was a plane, so I envy it so much, I hope that I can also sit in a flying machine on a summer night and be looked up by a lonely child, which is the happiness I thought. I am a child, I am a child with a sister. I know every time I play around behind her ass, I am so happy. The more she wants to get rid of me, the more I am like a follower, the more she can’t help it, sometimes she would hide on the very high table of her friend’s house. I like playing on it because it is very close to the sky, I forced her to jump from such a high cement platform to the haystack under the house. My sister didn’t like to take me, and I liked to follow her around, because I didn’t know there was something more interesting than following him and listening to her angrily driving me away. In my heart, having a sister was really a happy reward, seeing her there was always a kind of unspeakable safety and familiar intimacy. Because I have a sister, I expect to go home early every day. I can finish a few homework before dark, I played with her in a comfortable bed and played with me. Sometimes I was angry and chased her with a stick. I thought it was happiness, and I would not admit that it was a feeling of happiness in the future, because the happiness that becomes a feeling no longer belongs to me. I am a child, I would cry and be naughty. Even if I played with skin again, I was my father’s happy fruit and his pride. Every night when my father came home, I couldn’t be idle for a moment, he rode a motorcycle and took me around. I was gradually moved by the moving car. I saw the willows, bicycles and flowers left behind by me. That was the happiest moment for me as a child. I am a child. I have a lot of childhood. I have so many things that are small enough to make me happy all day. I have all kinds of strange games. I have classmates in kindergarten. I call them good friends, I have a lot of teachers who like me, who Award me the little red flowers that I personally weave, and the snacks hidden in that corner will always be found by me. I can’t see enough cartoons, all kinds of small things invented by myself, sometimes it is just a small house made of yogurt boxes, dyed into gorgeous colors with colored pens. I am called a little fool, learning the Empress, swordsmen or monsters in ancient costume TV plays, wearing curtains, the white mosquito net, with all kinds of beads from nowhere, stole my sister’s cosmetics and beat them with sticks… I have a lot. When I grew up, I knew that I was no longer a child. 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. 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…