And blue into dark

I am not a person who likes to be busy for a long time, because I can’t stand the noise. Most of my characters are quiet, especially when I am alone. If divided by color, this character should belong to Blue Series. It’s so big, I really like three colors. I liked green when I was young, because everyone said it was the color of life, and I also thought it was; I once liked red when I was in my twenties, because the red was warm, and I hoped I could be more active; in most of the rest of the time, I still like blue. I can’t tell the specific reason, but I just like it. When I went to school in Dalian, the school was near the city, surrounded by sea, mountains, few residents and extremely quiet. When I was bored, I often ran to the seaside alone in the evening, sitting on the reef and watching the sunset quietly. The sound of the waves beating the reef and the sound of the gulls chirping were just around the ears, but it seemed that nothing was heard. Looking at the blue sky, sea and Sunset quietly, my heart will be much quieter. In the days of wandering around the sea, when the wind is calm, I like to sit quietly on the deck or lean on the handrail beside the ship side, watching the sun in the sky fall into the sea calmly. At the beginning of the day, it was blue, as bright as Washing. Occasionally, there were silky white clouds dyed into light and gorgeous red by the setting sun, which were scattered in the sky; The sea water shook gently, just like huge blue silks and satins. Slowly, the sea water connecting the West with the sky has been dyed into shiny red, sparkling, reflecting the red sky; The sun sank into the sea little by little, and the light turned from bright to dim, the sky, clouds and sea water which were dyed red by the setting sun also gradually turned gray and dark until the twilight converged and everything around completely melted into darkness. I also completely integrated myself into the darkness. I am lonely and quiet in the dark, but my mind changes suddenly like a strong wild horse. The dim sky and sea became mysterious and melancholy; There were black with the same color and different shades around; The stars lit up from a distance, flashing, but there was no sound. There is a little coolness on my arms, and I feel a little disappointed in my heart. Turn back to the room and find yourself in reality. 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…

Memory is just memory, the past is just the past

When his voice was close to him, she was on the other side, through the long line, the distance seemed to be short but far.; That afternoon, the figure outside the window gradually moved away, turning around, he could not see his face, a back figure, a long distance. With the burning smoke body, it rose and dissipated, just like the intersection of her Hasty Heart and missing. Text: The fence is sparse; The loneliness hidden behind the noise, a faint shadow, a person hiding in the shadow sighed. A large white rose was open in the second place, and the tightly clustered petals were like the color of Crystal. In the rain, they were so soft and water-like, so cold, looking from afar, there is a tremor, a pity. Who can understand your language when you are swaying in the wind and rain. Tears are flowing in the sky of this city, for the dry land. It has been raining continuously for several days, and the wet weather is associated with the wet mood. The dream of last night was in the patter of heavy rain with strange and clear photocopies in my mind. I woke up in a trance, and those who could hardly remember their faces met in my dream. Yes, I only meet in my dream, I just want to meet in my dream. Time is continuing, just like the past, walking with delicate steps, fast or slow, with reserved and elegant steps, as if touching the unreal and trance light and shadow, where is the time at the fingertips broken? Following behind it, I don’t know whether the calm heart is still there. Spring is really an annoying season. The break of rain spread out between the light touching the earth. These rain, dust and people in the rain walked hurriedly with silent expressions.; When did I get used to it, when did I forget it, and when did I forget the graceful images? However, I just want to watch the interpretation without saying anything and put the moving into my heart, ignore the sad. Sometimes I think that meeting each other at a certain time is like dancing a lonely or gorgeous dance with each other in an earthly ball. Then, they may end up with each other, leaving each other or moving forward and backward hand in hand. And those departing, like casual encounter, missed again, and then, occasionally thought of, will suddenly forget. The rain keeps falling, and every drop of rain seems to be like a sentence. I don’t know whether the person I met is greeting. I have said that there will be an ending after turning around like this. It wakes up with the speed of hibernating in the ending. 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…

The smile of spring is flying in the sunshine

Spring snow finally stopped, and the sunshine spread warm. The wind gently nestled in the embrace of sunshine, letting the warm spring fly in the field. Snowflakes quietly hid their silvery figure in the dark corner, as if they were afraid of the comfort of sunshine. The grass showed a smiling face, and on the warm chest of the Earth, the Green became a fluffy green blanket. The warm breeze is flying in the sunshine with the smile of spring. The spring breeze finally blew the green mountains and rivers, and also shook the branches of the old trees. The bird is like a tireless singer, singing in the forest with its crisp and delicate singing voice. It stands proudly on the branch, as if spring is called by its singing. The stream began to play a sweet heart song, and all the way to the distance with laughter. Let My Heart fly in the sunshine with the smile of spring. The green grass on the bank of the stream looked at its back, shaking his head and sighing as if he was eager to wear it. The river showed a clear and beautiful face. On the clear river surface of the bright mirror, there are ripples of waves drawn by the spring breeze. It is like a smile of spring, blooming like a flower on the face of the river. The sunshine kissed the river, and the river was glittering with light, which became more and more glorious and shaking. The weeping willows on the bank, the long thorns are like the long hair of a young girl, and the reflection is in the river, which makes the heart of the river rippling and flushed. In the bright spring, the river Willow is green, which makes it more charming. It makes people think and admire. Spring is walking like a young girl. When the skirt was swept, the Green rose like water. It overflows the ditch and the ridge, spreading towards the distance. The sunshine flows gently on the tip of the spring grass, and the grass is jubilant and affectionate with the sunshine. The smile that provoked spring is flying in the sunshine and passing on people’s faces. Open the door of the House, invite the spring sunshine to come in, and drive away the cold winter with warmth. Let the smiles of spring fill the cabin and the corners of the mouth. Let the warm hands of the Sun blow away the depression in winter and clear away the dark clouds in my heart. Bathe in the sunshine calmly, enjoy the comfort of spring, and let the time slip away unconsciously. Open your heart, whisper with the spring breeze, let the spring smile, always pay attention to it. The sunshine danced lightly with the smile of spring, and spread thick green on the fields. Early-working farmers hang the smile of spring on their faces, while school students write the smile of spring in their compositions. Workshop workers leave the smile of spring in their busy work. I ‘d better let the smile of spring fly in the sunshine! 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…