Cotton Women’s

Anne’s words are clever and profound, and the publicity of youth reveals absolute determination. However, after being a wife and a mother, her words were less sharp and more warm and enviable happiness. After marriage, she also played with the fabric quietly. The Beautiful Life was simple, real and simple. I have always wanted to be such a woman. In a quiet afternoon, avoiding the crowd of people and the noise of the world, sitting in front of the window of the loose hanging beige curtain, rushing a cup of fragrant tea, under the guidance of boiling water, the tea leaves dance gracefully, rotate and turn over in a transparent glass. Wear loose homewear, or pick up the long skirt from the corner and tie up the long hair casually, looking out of the window full of vitality. It was my own business. The sun flowers were blooming brightly, the lilacs were fragrant, the plants in the basin were drooping naturally, and the tall banyan trees were dancing on the ground through the gap of leaves. Quietly holding this poem. Cotton cloth is a beautiful thing. I just want to be a simple person who loves cloth. I like to ask for all kinds of floral cotton cloth from the collection of old people who are wearing reading glasses and sitting in the sunshine, I also like to walk with a good mood to find those inconspicuous shops at the end of the unknown street to find vintage and elegant cloth strips. Then on a sunny day, I moved out all my treasures and sat down quietly to play with them. Piece up the cloth head you like in the way you like, cut and sew, beige pillow, floral sofa cover, make a lovely cup mat for the Cup, and hang a stupid bear on the backpack. Make the fabric you like, dress up the nest you love, and let the warm atmosphere pervade my life. I like such a quiet and ordinary life, using my own hands to mend my mood, cutting and cutting, sewing sadness and sadness into peace and beauty, and letting life bloom peacefully. I want to be a cotton woman. 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…