Constant care

2012 nian 1 yue 1 ri. Midnight. Under the call of expectations, the new year finally came. In a flash, 2011 was already a year that was once and was about to be forgotten. Time, like leakage sand, 1.1 drop, from fingers passage, year after year, day after day, never stopped. At the end of each year, TV will broadcast some important events that happened in a year, such as natural disasters, man-made disasters, exciting plays, or mournful songs. Every story has a song-and-cry process, which makes people shake their heads and feel sorry, or cry with joy, arousing their thoughts of looking back suddenly. The Earth, which had been wet by the rain for several weeks, was about to leave in the old year when it was full of sunshine again. The Silent Sky was restored to darkness, and it was no longer a dark storm. A crescent moon hung in the quiet night sky, splashing a touch of soft moonlight. The night wind also stopped roaring with the disappearance of the rain, lightly touching the curtain, when people were excited to count down every minute to celebrate the New Year, when the first gorgeous and unusual fireworks burst out in the dark sky, I used to carry a bleak and lonely under the dim light, once again, it struck the endless whisper of the soul. Looking back on, I really felt a lot about how I went through this period of time. I once thought that in that year, my greatest achievement was to know a group of friends who had the same interests and fell in love with words. Along the way, with a heavy burden, I wandered in the vast sea of nets, looking for an unknown place to let my heart rest. The sun rises and the moon falls, and the stars turn around. Listening to the morning bell and drums, facing the sunset and morning dew, I unconsciously came to prose online, as if I had come to a paradise. There are many poetic writers living here, including wind, rain, cloud, mountain, water, sea, stream and dream. There are all kinds of them, and all the net names are so freehand brushwork. And here, I met my network sister and teacher. My fate began to change when I stepped into prose online, personal library and QQ. I went from an unknown nobody, alone, walking and writing, until I had the company of many friends and the attention of my sisters. With my articles, facing my poems, sad for me and praying for me. It never occurred to me that entering this colorful world with broken chapters would open up a new world for my own life. Mottled memory, wrinkled diary, sad words, trembling hands, bumpy journey and wild weeds spread on this warm stage with the change of four seasons. I knew I had found a place to live, and I was sure that this place would be my place to stay. Therefore, I have three homes. Looking at my increasingly mature chapters, I gradually found that I could write touching articles without flowery words; I could warm people’s hearts without sonorous words. I weave my dreams attentively, write articles and poems, and talk with my dear sisters and friends in the chat room. I am happy to have idle talk. Under every caring and caring question, I enjoy everyone’s love and feel everyone’s infinite blessings. I thought that I could welcome the new year with a hope and a joy, but I didn’t expect to get a bad sorrow of my closest relative at the end of the year, which made me stand in the wind and speechless for a long time. Tears wet the drying eyes again. My heart is so painful! The setting sun is still close to dusk all the time. She once tried her best to explain my sadness; She once spoke angrily to me for my story; She, she once lighted up my front for my lost direction; She once worried about my online life, and worried that I would get hurt again if I was sad. But now, I can only accept this evil consumption helplessly, looking at her wet eyes helplessly. When I heard the bad news related to her, I couldn’t help feeling guilty. I thought, in these days, have I really tried to erase the past? In the past year, have I ever really thought about how many invisible tears my fall brought to my close relatives around me? And she, seeing me continue to be sad, and continue to be depressed for a relationship without ending, How painful is her heart? I still remember that she told me countless times that she wanted to see a brand new self. Standing in front of the window, my eyes were full of tears, thinking over and over again. I have been indulged in my own writing, bringing my life into QQ chat room, but ignoring the care of my close relatives and the expectations of my close relatives. I told myself, the awake! Life is so short. If I don’t pull myself out, it will really waste her mind and I can’t afford her. For her, I would like to find myself and my smile back. In the vast sea of nets, there are three flowers, two moons, two teachers, two small animals, a star, a dream ~ daffodils, red plum, sea sunflower, ancient moon, Water Moon, stupid Rat, Little Bird, Phoenix Tree, teacher Sun, principal Xu, Xinghui, Deep Dream. Every one has accompanied me through countless lonely nights, and every one has looked through my mood portrayal. With everyone’s encouragement and attention, I am very surprised to see my works gradually mature and the article is chosen as the best one. In fact, I once doubted whether the articles I wrote were prose or not. I have even thought about whether I have ever hurt anyone in this journey. People have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, and the world is full of banquets. For the sake of my closest relatives, I must stay away from these idyllic places temporarily. I must go back to real life and care for the people around me, to find my direction. I want her to see me out of the haze, and I want her to see my smile. I will take advantage of my writing and chatting time to care about the people around me; I will take advantage of my spare time to worship Buddha and chant scriptures for her, accompany her and care for her, until her expectations for me come true. Although I am about to leave, I have a hard concern for everyone, a constant concern. Thank you for your support and care all the way. I will always remember it in my heart. I hope that in every dead night, when you open the window and look out of the window, you will hear my whispers in the wind, and maybe you will see the moon full and the moon lacking hanging in the sky. But I want to tell you that in my heart, the moon is intact every night. Perhaps, the missing part is my concern for you and my missing for you. When I return, I hope to show you a brand-new self and bring you a brand-new Masterpiece. Then, I will reach the wish of my closest relatives! 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