The dead of night…

In the dead of night, when a person faces the death of the night, loneliness is a kind of blank without words. In fact, it is not like loneliness, but cold loneliness brings the night. It’s not that I fell in love with words, but that words can express endless mood, I am the wick that only silence can light. In the dead of night, when a person faces the keyboard of a computer, the Internet is a kind of communication without sound. In fact, it is not like web pages, but space drives clicks. It is not that I fell in love with literature, but that literature can awaken the sleeping soul. I am a believer who can only awaken in midnight. In the dead of night, when a person faces the sad memory, the harm is a kind of hopeless looking back. In fact, it is not like Valentine’s Day, but youth leaves the night. I am not in love with roses, but the fragrance of flowers can guide endless temptations. I am a Lily withering in the dark night. In the dead of night, when one faces the passing of love, emotion is a kind of Tide Without flowing back. In fact, one does not like the beach, but the sea takes away the vast. I am not in love with romance, but happiness can express endless mood. I am the ice that only warmth can melt. In the dead of night, when a person faces the pressure of life, work is a kind of endless beginning. In fact, it is not like silence, but busy for the daytime. I am not in love with the city, but the city can continue the endless prosperity. I am an ostrich that only life can meet. In the dead of night, a person faces the silence of the long night. Music is a cry without boundaries. In fact, it is not like forgetting, but the flute wakes up the dawn. It is not that I fell in love with peace of mind, but that meditation can precipitate the floating dust of years. I am the mood that only silence can tell. In the dead of night, when a person faces sleepless silence, inaction is a kind of achievement without harvest. In fact, it is not like to be forgotten, but the ordinary takes away the truth. It is not that I fell in love with mediocrity, but that life can teach a simple state of mind. I am a prose that only night can read. In the dead of night, when a person faces the ideal distance, dream is an end without beginning. In fact, it is not like faith, but life brings dignity. It’s not that I fell in love with hypocrisy, but the good root that can settle my heart. I am the nirvana that only Zen master can influence. The dead of night. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

The taste of happiness

Does happiness also smell? Will! The taste of happiness is sweet, light and intoxicating, and there is also a refreshing fragrance of tea. Happiness is the first ray of sunshine that opens the window to bathe every morning, the soft wind that goes with the shadow on the way to work every day, and there are dozens of yuan in the pocket of clothes in different seasons, it was the intoxicating moment when I was strolling in the afterglow of the sunset glow with a pair of children and girls in the spring, the joy and satisfaction when I was successful, and the complaint when my husband looked at me tired and distressed, it is the occasional sudden rain that drains incisively and vividly. It is the unpredictable figure under the colorful street lamp that looks gradually shorter and shorter. It is lying on the loose chair after dinner, squinting eyes, looking at the dense clouds of tea leaves rolling up and down in the teacup, it is the excitement of owning a book that I have been looking forward to for a long time …… happiness is actually very simple, which is so simple that we can get it easily, as simple as one sentence, one thing is so simple that when we look for it everywhere, it is around us, but we only pay attention to the distance, while ignoring the happiness that is closest to us and always around us. Happiness is a kind of mood, a way to make oneself happy and happy. It has nothing to do with power, money, desire, selfishness, indifference and jealousy, happiness is a kind of indifference, contentment, plainness, sincerity and kindness. When you are not demanding, happiness will quietly come to your side, making you refreshed and relaxed. Happiness needs management, such as family affection, friendship and love. Cherish what you know when you own, care more about filial piety to parents, care more about and tolerate children, pay more attention to and understand friends, and be more considerate and tolerant to lovers. They are happy, you will be happy. On a starry night with the moon hanging on the treetop, I looked at my husband sitting beside me looking up at the deep sky. Are you happy now? I asked softly, very happy! I think of those days of hardship, the pain of suffering from illness, the pressure and burden brought by illness to you and your family. I feel that I am really happy now. Health is happiness, having a happy and warm home is happiness. Yeah! Happiness is as simple as having health, food and clothing, and a peaceful and beautiful home. Today, did you encounter happiness? Have you tasted the smell of happiness? Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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…

Farewell in the snow

Fall soft. The streets of the small town are quiet and desolate. In the twilight, occasionally there were three or two people wrapped their coats tightly, holding each other, or walking cautiously, rushing home, leaving only a string of shallow footprints behind them. There were some snowflakes on the branches and leaves of the trees beside the road. Under the reflection of orange street lamps, there was soft flood. It snowed all night. The next day, open the window and have a look, Ho! What a heavy snow! Trees, houses and grasslands were all piled up with a thick layer of snow. The wall painted ten miles across the bank was dignified and cold, but there was a thin layer of water mist on the Yuanjiang River, which seemed particularly mild and quiet. I just wanted to enjoy the beautiful scenery, and didn’t want to slip on it, so I fell upside down. Oh, I struggled to get up from the ground. At this time, a powerful hand held me. Thank you! I said to this kind uncle. Nothing, young man, be careful when slippery! After saying that, he left. Young man, be careful! Yi? What a familiar word, it seems that I have heard it somewhere. My thoughts suddenly flew back to the windy and snowy night of ten years. At that time, I just graduated from normal school and was assigned to teach in a small mountain village more than 20 miles away from the township. Village, for the beauty of yard. But because it was too remote, the teachers outside were reluctant to come. I had to teach double-entry classes, living a life of teaching and teaching, principal and clock. It was not easy to get the winter vacation at the end of the semester, but it actually snowed heavily. The parents of the kind students advised me to stay overnight and wait for the snow to stop the next day before leaving. But I was eager to return, and I was young and vigorous, so I insisted on going home in the snow. Fall soft. In the twilight, I walked alone. Snowflakes flying all over the sky dress up the world as a turbid picture, and the vast mountains and fields have been covered with a layer of white coat. The snow is densely paved on the road, and the narrow mountain road suddenly becomes spacious on weekdays. I hummed a little song while walking in the snow. Stories like the Temple of wind and snow mountain, Cheng Menli Xue and so on, which emerged like movies, came to mind one by one. I naturally said to myself: Now, I can also be called a lone ranger in snow night! Thinking of this, he simply let go of his throat and sang loudly. While singing, he suddenly stepped on the sky and fell into the thorns on the roadside. His knees were heavily knocked on the stones. His neck was filled with snow. His hands and face were hung with thorns, which made him feel painful. It took me a lot of effort to get up from the thorns and walk limping. The cold wind blew me shivering with snowflakes. This of nowhere, not jump out what beast ghosts come. A strong sense of fear suddenly struck. Do you want to continue, or return the same way? I stayed in the snow, just like a sad Lamb. The heroic strength just now disappeared without a trace, without moving a step for a long time. When I was hesitating, I suddenly found that there was light not far away. In this hazy snowy night, I could see it very clearly. I was like a drowning bird and beast catching a life-saving grass and struggling to lean towards the light. After walking in, a uncle was burning charcoal in front of a hole of Earth kiln. Firewood is also burning outside the kiln. As soon as my uncle saw my appearance, he understood eight or nine points. After a few greetings, he added firewood and put herbs on my knees. I looked at the uncle in front of me carefully. His body was not high, but he was very strong. His black face was covered with wrinkles, which was reflected Red by firewood. The five fingers are thick and short, like a powerful pliers. He was really not easy. It was cold and cold, and he burnt charcoal in the mountain overnight, I thought. Come on, don’t be stunned, take a sip, Uncle magically took out a bottle of wine. It’s cold, take a sip to warm your body. With it on the night road, there will be company on the road. I couldn’t refuse, so I took a sip, spicy and choking. During the conversation, I learned that the son and daughter-in-law of the uncle all worked outside and didn’t earn much money because of their low education. Ordinarily, Uncle should enjoy his old age at home, but his two grandchildren spent a lot of money on studying, so he had to go to the mountain to burn charcoal. Cold weather, can buy a good price. Looking at my uncle, I remembered my father. My eyes became a little wet, so I decided to get up and continue my journey. Seeing that he couldn’t retain him, the uncle repeatedly instructed: slippery road, young man, be careful! Snow, the old one after another. I was walking on my way home again, but my body was obviously warm. Maybe it’s because of the wine just now, I think. The thick snow made the white sand in the small town look exquisite and colorful. The Long Beach beside Yuanjiang River is piled up by snow snow into a natural giant blanket. How comfortable it would be to walk on that huge blanket and leave one or two footprints! But I stopped because I was afraid of destroying this tender picture. 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. 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