The soul waking up in spring–

When the morning wind blows down the dew of leaves, we never wake up. When dusk comes quietly and night falls, we can’t feel the time passing by in a hurry. Once upon a time, we took your instructions and walked through thousands of rivers and mountains, staying away from your hometown and living in a foreign land, with your smile, I forgot the misfortune and fatigue. After many trials and hardships, I traveled all the way. In your heart, I traveled in the space of the universe, walking alone on the Internet and writing youth in the space, you are a flag that guides us to get close to literature and life. The chains of liberation from the soul before and after are a heart lamp, lighting up the dark hut is a boat, paddling to the island of the soul, romantic love stories, sad whispers in autumn, distant starry sky by the sea, beautiful adiina by the water, sad Romeo and Juliet, the fate of silent struggle, The green sleeves narrated gently were dedicated to Alice devoutly, and I read the letter to my mother carefully, the age of poetry and the tune of water. Let our tired soul lean on your elegant country, Silent Night, read the persistent oath; Magnificent sea, breeding the cry of regret; Lonely moon, it conveys the missing of the Yiren; The misty smoke reminds me of my mother’s call. Heaven and Earth, a person’s night, quiet enjoy endless loneliness, Anne’s fairyland, let the soul be washed, infinite horizon, lonely wandering in the night sky, time is the hourglass of memory, love is the original scenery of hometown. It cuts a period of time to collect dreams, weaves a sentimental attachment to wrap sadness, and wears a square scarf to cover the dust of life. The path of life lengthens the warm nostalgia. Silent Eyes with missing, homesickness covered my face, missing spreading, homesickness window, homesickness, It is the care of the soul touching the dream. In the lonely days of the soul, the red sunset in the memory and the familiar and familiar face are always in the memory and hard to erase, just like the sand City which could erase the carving, but could not erase the trace of growth and fleeting time, which was covered with clothes. The time, the touch, the deep impression on the sky of the city, seemed to be nothingness, but also emerge. As spectacular and clear as a rainbow. The original scenery of my hometown, through the watch and expectation of my whole life, is the concern and impulse of my whole life. Finally, I came back with a heart I never forgot, even though the ends of the earth, the journey was bumpy, and the long-lost heart embraced with the brighter and brighter village appearance. The plain and clear scenery is no longer the misty and memory of yesterday. I was baptized in my mother’s River after a lonely moon was drunk with the sad homesickness. The original scenery of my hometown is a memory that I can’t pick up and can’t go back. It is a time when I hold it in my palm but can’t let it go. The scenery and memory will accompany me for my whole life. I also hung the carved scenery on the starry sky of the city, letting me see a bright moon in the lonely night sky. No matter how far she is, I can touch the beauty and body of the night sky. Warm my dusty journey. The first snow in winter, the quiet snow, the dream of snow, the moonlight on the shore, quietly want to stay in the music, the mountain, the man, the water, the window, the scenery-like clouds, scattered in the memory, the dawn of heroes wiped off the dust of history, and the delightful journey was like a canopy, recalling the past and touching some traces. For example, in this winter season, wandering in the ancient charm of Tang style and song Rain, listening to the sound of falling snow, let a soft mood go beyond the ladder of every thought, love and be loved, after all, it was a gorgeous encounter, the disappearing Sky City, a city, living alone in the network. Nothingness is a form. Understanding is a format. Different words are written in the same plot. In different dialogues, we can understand the strange life. Feel the same awakening in different endings. In a city, maybe there is only one person who can take you through the wonderful and painful life, or there is only one person who can make you unforgettable and heartbeating. Maybe only one city can make you feel the process of struggle, or only one city can make you forget all the sadness of wandering. Maybe there is only one city that can touch yourself to write a slight sadness, or there is only one city that can make you forget all the unfortunate struggles. The first rose of spring blooms in the darkness, and in the noisy world, or happy, sad, clamor, calm, hypocritical, or sincere. There is no distinction between nobility and lowliness in various postures. We are all the first Roses. Love is very simple. In the spring of April, our souls are all free.

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…