Years year trace

It is easy to feel tired, but is it really old. In the blink of an eye, I was rushed out of the besieged city of dreams by the tide of time, with full eyes of trauma in my eyes. The memory of childhood is still clear, and the sword of time has already passed through the flower season of life. Years and knives are marks, one by one recorded in the account book of life. I came into this world because of love. My mother was born with me, but I didn’t give birth to my heart. When I was born, I began to fall into this vast world when I didn’t know who I was. I couldn’t recall the smell of the milk when I sucked my mother’s milk. Remember, can distinguish who is my relative, can distinguish Lovel and recruit supercilious eyes, know that there is season change in a year, understand that there are tears and laughter in the world. Plants bloom and animals have life. People will grow up and die. When you don’t know the meaning of living, you know that it is not easy to live. I felt the sufferings of life very little. In summer, I went down to the field to send tea and snacks in the scorching sun. My parents’ faces were covered with mud and sweat, which filled my childhood memories. There were no luxury toys and noble dolls in childhood, but only the dreams of childhood were cut with mud. Without beautiful clothes, the ugly duckling stretched his neck and dreamed of the nobility of the White Swan. There are no gorgeous flowers and beautiful gardens, only small wild flowers can be seen everywhere in the fields and paths, and small white flowers with thorns are the favorite ones. However, if you want to get beautiful things, you will always pay the price. Tile on smoke Yiyi, floating earthly fireworks taste. The bridge flows around the house, and the hen giggled in front of the village and behind the house with the chicken. My friends like to play house in the bamboo forest beside the house, flip their heels and watch ants move. Entering the flower season, it is like a piece of white paper with no experience, no economy, but a vigorous figure. The confused and ignorant heart has not the ability to grasp its own destiny. Although the beautiful feathers have grown up, they are not rich and strong enough. The helplessness of being unable to fly suppressed the dream of youth. When I was 12 years old, I saw a pair of T-shaped leather shoes in the store and asked my mother to buy them. I followed her with tears and walked a long way. I couldn’t get what I wanted until I was tired. At the age of 15, he secretly put a cotton short-sleeved sleeve tube on rubber band, and the fluffy cuff felt the beauty of the Princess. I like to tie all kinds of braid for my sister, and I have some dreams in my heart. Braid all kinds of Braid, braid the future and hope. Youth over 20 years old is also an easy time to make mistakes. The maturity of body and the purity of mind are contradictory. I don’t know what a man is. He is stared at by the eyes of love everywhere. He is uncomfortable and unable to grasp the direction. I don’t know who is the real emperor. The person who gets married is not necessarily the right person, because he is young and ignorant, because he doesn’t know when he will meet someone who has mercy on him in his previous life. You will never understand the wonder of love before you meet it. You will never know the right or wrong choice until you meet it. More than 30 years old is the age of Pian Ai, who is a mother, experiencing ups and downs, experiencing love and hate in the world. After falling down on the road of life, climb up again, know the pain of falling, know the pain of pain. I understand what love is and what pain is. I think the city is deep and easy to do. But still don’t know how to love? Everyone is loving in their own different ways. Right and wrong determine the direction of fate. I didn’t understand the fragrance of love until I was 40 years old. I looked at love calmly with my third eye, got a new understanding of love and knew how to love? But the fragrant season has passed. This is life. At the end of life, I understand everything, everything is late, tired heart, tired love heart. The world of mortals is suffering, but also entangled with love.

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