Wind chimes of story

Wind chimes of story

Compose our stories and show them to the old. The beauty of wind chimes is not in structure, your beauty is not in appearance, I love your heart as if I understand the melody of wind chimes, crisp and loud, you don’t have to explain, don’t be afraid, I am such a very careful woman. I put you in my heart and put you there. I will not touch you or disturb you. I hope you will continue to stay there, the story of wind chimes has to continue, and today is the beginning. The night is always so quiet. The difference is that I like it very much today. I like its quietness. I turn the wind chimes and the crisp melody resounds in my ears, I couldn’t help stopping something in my hand and tapping the keyboard. I haven’t opened that page for a long time. I was moved to tears when I received the gift at the age of 17, maybe I haven’t seen much of the world, or I haven’t received such a gift that I love. Women are always easily moved, as long as you care a little, care a little, surprise a little, romance a little. Looking at the wind chimes rotating quietly on the table, the slow but wonderful melody, I didn’t receive such a gift for the first time, but my mood was different for the first time. The story of wind chimes will continue. I looked at the object on the table, which was spinning quietly. I thought it would compose a wonderful story, telling us and listening to our past when we were old, listen to our stories, how we started, and we no longer have the strength to recall. Understatement, Melody to wind chimes to compose our past, our tomorrow and our youth. Tell the story of wind chimes to later generations. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

My hometown is so far, but it feels so close!

Zhangwooden box was brought by my father from his hometown far away in his early years, but it was precious furniture at that time. It was said by my father that he came home to visit relatives and brought several pieces for his colleagues. The box was very old, but it was very strong. When I opened the lid of the box, a strong and fresh smell of fragrant Zhang came to my nose, which was definitely the first choice for storing good clothes. After so many years of moving, my parents are still reluctant to discard things at will. I can clearly feel its weight in my parents’ hearts, and it also reminds me of my hometown, I think of my hometown, which is so far away, but feels so close, it is said that one side of the water and soil support one side of the people, the hometown is rich in groundwater resources, the water quality is sweet and clear, without impurities, almost every village has a public well. The well water is warm in winter and cool in summer, so no one in hometown can boil water. It can be said that before I came to Yunnan, I had never drunk boiled water at home. Years of separation have blurred my memory of my hometown, but there was even one time when my hometown was paved with cobblestone roadways, scattered blue brick and large tile houses, the laughter of washing beside the pond and dock, the scene that I was chased home by a tall fat goose is still vivid in my mind. The hometown in my memory is surrounded by lush tall trees and occasionally mixed evergreen shrubs, even when the weather is dark in winter, you can also wander in the green world and forget to leave. And what impressed me most was nothing more than the ponds at the entrance of the village, and there was one or several ancient banyan trees beside each pond, those camphora trees, which need seven or eight or a half-large children hand in hand, can be enclosed together. Their huge spherical crowns are graceful, round and continuous, like giant natural umbrellas standing on the edge of the field, it also forms natural barriers over the Pond Wharf, which can not only protect people from wind and rain, but also provide people with a cool nap in hot summer. Now, when I left home when I was young, I recalled my return home once, but I vaguely felt like a lifetime ago. I thought of He Zhizhang’s book of returning to my hometown by accident, but I still thought in my heart that I was the child’s tears from where the smiling guest came from, which wet my eyes at that moment, I suddenly understood the deep thoughts of my parents who were far away from home. Zhangwooden box is just like the hometown around my parents! Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…

Bath a light

During my four years, I wandered in Tianhe fishing day, during which I had experienced too much, gradually mature and quiet mind — inscribing notes and sending a message to teacher Ashu when writing this text, I just finished reading “hundreds of poems” and saw myself mixed in a group of fangs, feeling that I was really smoked. Yi Yiran would not enter Tianhe literature if there were no encounters on the Internet; if I hadn’t met teacher Ashu, I might not have stayed in the poetry garden for so long. I always remember the first conversation with teacher Ashu. At that time, I just entered Tianhe. Teacher Ashu added my QQ to verify that there was no information, and the age was beyond my age. I absolutely refused. Teacher Ashu added me several times, but I didn’t accept it. At that time, I felt surprised and scared. When I knew the prestige of teacher Ashu, I had entered a group of Tianhe, where I met fei sha. When we were chatting, I didn’t know Mr. Ashu by accident. I immediately sent a message to add him and apologized with fear. This encounter has been delayed till now, and he has also become the oldest one in my circle of friends. From then on, I began to write poems on the website, one by one. I became more and more fond of the flexible songs of Mu Si. Because of writing poems, I saw more and more happiness. At the same time, those who were diligent in writing began to try other literary styles. During the four-year journey, my words changed from simple to complex, from short to long. In this palace of literature, I enjoyed myself, beautiful and noble! Without any formal education about poetry, what I wrote had no rules at all. I just liked to paste long and short sentences together or separate from each other. When it comes to today, I don’t know how to become a poet, let alone the so-called dogma. I am just a child who has no experience and wears bright clothes, taking a bath in the sunlight because of my tacitness, there are not many people familiar with Tianhe people. Most of them just hear their names and don’t know their faces. When I first entered Tianhe, teacher Ashu once blamed me for not speaking actively in the group. However, I am a silent person and didn’t know how to talk with others, I am still diving after a long time. Teacher Ashu seemed to be in poor health all the time. Every time he talked, he came and went in a hurry. Therefore, I formed a habit. Every time I talked, the first thing I asked was whether the teacher was in good health, and every time, I would get an answer that I didn’t want to get. I was always looking forward to that one time, he could say to me that he was very good, not sick or painful, fishing in Tianhe, I stayed here for four years, from the muddled student age to the bitter work process, from the cleanness of the world to the gray failure of layers of forests, from the freedom of a person to the sadness of a person, I used my familiar words to record the broken chapters. Growth has changed my self-complaint and self-talk, but it cannot change my pure soul. Time peeled off my childish eyes, but could not peel off my quiet singing. On the road of poetry, I was bathed in the holy light of the Milky Way and walked all the way! Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

qi yue release Huai

The sky was a little dim after the rain. When the neon flickered, I wandered by the river alone. The cool night breeze gently brushed my face, lightly crossed my heart and looked through the past years raging. The melancholy Willow was silent, and none of us could guess her mood. Several happy families and several sorrows. In July, an originally beautiful season determined the fate of many people in the world. Although I am not a loser in July, why are my steps so heavy tonight? Life is too hurried, and it is because of the hurried life that we have our past. Life is like a dream. There are too many joys and helplessness in life. There are too many things that I want to do but nothing can be done. Too many dreams can never be realized, however, too many things that I don’t want to do are constantly bothering my busy heart. The Dream of the world of mortals falls, and when I think of it occasionally, my clothes are still wet with tears. It is an everlasting saying that people run away from high and the water runs down. Therefore, in the rolling world of mortals, we have learned to look up, eager to fly our dreams and pursue them constantly. Young and frivolous, we once had the heroic fighting spirit, endeavor and struggle of heroes rolling in the Yangtze River to the east, but the selfish desires on Earth misled our eyes, looking forward to the life that doesn’t belong to us, my tired heart keeps chasing the so-called passing clouds on the top of the mountain all day long. However, too many obstacles and extravagance cast layers of dust on the originally peaceful heart, which eventually made me physically and mentally exhausted. Only when I was covered with black and blue wounds did I sigh helplessly: I turned my head to be empty for success or failure, the Green Mountain is still there, the sadness of several times of sunset red, and all the efforts in tears and blurred eyes are flowing to the east. Deep in my heart, I was once impetuous, ignorant and crazy. I wanted to cry without tears and couldn’t stop. I lamented that life was so unfair, pessimistic and disappointed. I sighed that there was no place to display my passion. Perhaps, we just hide in the warm harbor, enjoy the lingering of flowers and wine, and conceive those imaginary and romantic worlds with wind, flowers, snow nights and hazy clouds. So we get used to loneliness, learn to silence, learn to slow down the hurried steps alone in such a night, wander aimlessly, and quietly sort out the contradictions, sorrows and anxieties in our hearts. Although it is said that people have to have desires, only when they have desires can they have the motivation to move forward. However, in today’s materialistic society where money rights and status are everywhere, we cannot be occupied by the ever-expanding materialistic desires, jobs, money and status. We can’t even have greed, because this insatiable greed can only bring us endless troubles and troubles. Since we are just passers-by in a hurry on the road of life, why don’t we enjoy the beautiful scenery during the journey, watch trees and flowers all the way, enjoy the grand sunrise and the warmth of sunset, and pursue the simplicity of life itself, enjoy the comfort of life. Only in this way can we find that the days of absurd frolic, fancy fantasy and confusion have gone away completely, and what we are holding are only the empty and beautiful scenery and the vivid details of the trivial past. Yes, every thing in the world and everyone has their own means of survival and value of survival. The sea has the magnificence of the sea, the waves and waves, the rivers have the unrestrained flowing rivers and rivers, and the streams naturally have their own uniqueness. We should not immerse ourselves in the beauty or sadness of the past all day long. After all, things in the past are precipitated by the passing of time. Take life slowly, so we should clear up the complexity in our hearts in time, keep every move in our hearts, and remember every beautiful impression in our minds, turn every touching feeling into a warm memory and dust in the long river of time, grasp the instant beauty in life! Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

Back-to-basics

I will continue to stay with this city in another way 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…

Pomegranate, wild strawberry, Phoenix Tree beads

It was a sunny afternoon after rain; In the woods in the suburb, the land was wet. Walking on it, the shoes on my feet were stained with thick mud; I raised my feet and looked at it, but I was filled with joy and laughter, this is a long-lost feeling, and it is real! The mud stuck on the shoes, walking in the wet woods, a kind of unspeakable comfort was connected in my heart, dispelling the long-time depression in my heart, which was only such a pleasure! For many years, I have been intoxicated and busy, listening to the truth of people, happiness and distress in the fresh and quiet forest after rain, so many of these so-called truths emerged in my mind, and then I thought of how to re-recognize these real existence? But I don’t know how to re-recognize it! However, a fact is that I am really toiled by these real labors, and I am still struggling in this labors! Raise my feet to see the thick mud on the shoes, which is real; At this time, my mood is joyful and real! Still on the way to this forest, when passing through the farm, I saw those old and young women with children in front of the farm house; perhaps the air in the countryside is leisurely and makes people feel tired unconsciously. The expressions on these women’s faces are so indifferent that they are almost sleepy. The sister said: look at them, they cook and wash their husbands and children during the day, and let the children play casually when they take the children; When the children cry, they hold them up, regardless of whether the children are dirty or not, no matter whether your body is dirty or not, it is very casual and has nothing to look good or not; Laugh when you are happy, cry when you want to cry; Have no idea, be simple and straightforward. Truth is my own personal experience. What I tell is the story. The truth cannot be demonstrated. It is just a momentary feeling. Maybe this momentary feeling will change a person’s fate! This is a real feeling that cannot be experienced by others. Whether it is a happy feeling or a painful feeling, it is worth cherishing! The path in the Woods extended, walking through a piece of Poplar Forest, which was the peach forest; At present, the color of peach forest was inferior to that of Poplar Forest, which looked lonely and silent. Walking in it made me think a lot: the beauty of all things in nature is always sometimes! There is Persimmon forest in the front, and the purpose of coming to the forest today is to pick Persimmon, hehe! Looking up, the fruit on the tall branch was still shy. I couldn’t help sighing secretly! But I couldn’t help laughing, this is the infinite longing laughter! Among them, there must be disappointment, and the mood of longing for charm is not wasted! There is no choice but to laugh after all! Going further, there are several small pomegranate trees, but they are full of fruits. When I stretched out my hand and took off a pomegranate which was shy to steal my eyes, my heart was trembling badly, and there was an unspeakable faint pain. I said to myself in my heart: this pomegranate is real. I carefully put this pomegranate into the bag. In front of my eyes was a forest of sycamore trees, which were all saplings; There were crystal drops of water on the plush leaves; I couldn’t help looking up at the sky, blue sky, white clouds and gentle sunshine, and I left: who knows the Wutong beads! My good sister deserves to be a peasant girl, and she saw a wild strawberry with the size of soybean beside the plane tree forest at a glance; She jumped over and picked off the wild strawberry; She came to me and put the wild strawberry in my hand, yang Yang said: Good thing, it has white flowers and red fruits. On the way back to the city, I saw those old and young women tidying up the vegetable garden; My good sister said: see, their life is so simple. The figures of these women in the setting sun were left in their hearts, and then they looked at the wild strawberries in their hands. Oh, there was the pomegranate in the bag, and there was only the phoenix tree beads in their memory, both of which were spoken out but not good, the real feeling that you want to express but you can’t finish it! 2011 nian autumn 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…

Wonderful Life

Flowers bloom on the street, but you can return slowly. In the second language, Yan is called Eternal. These nine words are plain and warm, and the feelings are especially heavy, which contain thoughts and sadness. Every time I think of these two sentences, I can’t help admiring Qian Liu. Although there are few words, they are sincere and delicate. This beautiful text contains beautiful feelings. It is gorgeous and gorgeous, and finally turns into dust, and belongs to plain. Life is endless in metabolism. Therefore, when the flowers fade, there is no need to be sad. They become a part of nature and stay with us forever. In the vast world of mortals and the long life, how many people can be so affectionate and affectionate? How can a lucky person understand the sorrow of spring blossom? After thousands of years, who else will pity the boundless spring? The East of the city of Chuyang Zimo Luo always went hand in hand in those years and traveled all over the fangcong. Thousands of years passed away like a dreamy moment. After being washed by wind, Frost, rain and snow, Luocheng was still the same, flowers were still the same, but there was no one who appreciated the flowers. So where is the person, why is it empty to teach flowers to bloom and fall? Is it so ruthless? There are thousands of flowers hanging outside the building. If you want to be young, you will not live in spring. ta hua back Saruma henryi. It seemed that the fragrance of flowers was crying indistinctly: poor spring is like a man who will grow old. You only love the beauty and fragrance in full bloom, but can’t you see my haggard and unbearable now? I want to cherish flowers and go, is flowers heartless? I have the heart to waste this lonely spring for thousands of years, but I have the heart to let down the light and weak flower. Chungui where? No matter what the fallen flowers are intended to do, they will be proud of their love; Finally, the dead water will be ruthless. Where will a dark spring go? Day and night, come back when you don’t see him; Who knows how much flowers fall? Fluttering, it seems to hear the spring in the end of the world asking: next year, flowers bloom, will you come or not? There are still flowers in Ming Dynasty, who is pitiful after every year. Where is the flower bloom still? No smell, no words. Are you the blue silk swaying in the wind, or the butterfly clothes dancing lightly and falling red? Come and go in a hurry, don’t see your steps, come to my side to pause. Spring goes and summer comes and goes round and round. In summer, all creatures open their hearts and warmly welcome the enthusiasm and love given by the mother of the Earth. The sun is bright and colorful. Luxury and magnificence, life will eventually be plain. Light out of dust, the most calm posture of life. Not? Look at the undulating mountains, tortuous rivers, continuous horizon and the swaying posture of birds flying in the sky; Everything is beautiful. Even when the leaves fall down, the tree will never forget the wonderful life of dancing for it in the wind. The story in the autumn wind is always told by fallen leaves. In that season, he came with fallen leaves, and she held the shame of an autumn. This season, he stepped on the fallen leaves, she held the sorrow of autumn. In the fallen leaves, she interpreted his winter and summer, accompanied by the withered and yellow memory. She held a fallen leaf in her hand, holding a season of residual autumn. After the fallen leaves, the snow is still in the distance. People say that the fallen leaves know the autumn. I said, autumn knows fallen leaves. Time is too thin, fingers are too wide. When I want to hold it tightly, it flows out of the fingers. How many past are still clear or dim in memory, and how many joys and sorrows are still lingering in my heart. Question: Today’s Yan ER, but yesterday’s shadow? Today’s flowers, but last year’s smile? The Glass of Time and space, no matter how thick or thin, is deep and shallow, writing the scenery of yesterday on his face and engrave it in his heart. Today’s complaint is the reflection of yesterday’s vain, and today’s joy is the Ford that was cultivated in the previous life. In this way, today’s light and shadow is also a thin lens. Heart, but so vast? There is no trace, but you know, she has been here, that’s enough. Let the flowers open in the heart, let the music of life ring from time to time. Listen with your heart, it will last forever. 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…

Birthday gift

At the age of 30, I want to give myself a wonderful gift. My birthday before the age of 17 is spent in my mother’s full of love. I have left my warm home and mother’s arms since I was 17 years old. Every birthday when I stepped into the society, I would give myself a day off and 365 days of busy work, I hope that one day I will be relaxed and free! 18, 19, 20 these beautiful figures have become the past. Maybe we can still meet in dreams and meet me quietly in dreams, let me still vaguely feel the beauty brought by youth in my heart. Is it bad to have a dream? In the dream, the young and lovely little woman in a white dress wandered in the warm sunshine and danced in the crowd of azaleas. The wind blew my long hair and raised my skirt, which was so touching that it made me jealous and mad! Youth, nice! In the world, money can be wildly squander, while young people can’t afford to squander. Time hurriedly takes away my youth, and also takes away the horrible numbers of my life dreams 30, 31, 32, he was coming towards me without mercy, attacking my youth and sniffing at my face. Those crooked lines slowly climbed up my smooth cheeks, making me stop in front of the mirror, the ticking hour hand pricked my heart like a sharp blade! Once, I was afraid of growing up and hoped to care for my parents forever; Once, I also hoped to grow up, but my troubles were endless when I grew up; Once, I thought the world was so beautiful, however, the fact was not what I thought; Once, how many ideals and ambitions were strangled by reality in the end; Once, I thought that people could be honest and relative, but the deeper the world was, the more you see it clearly, the more benefits you find between people! Once, I was eagerly looking forward to the approaching birthday, dressing up in front of the mirror, waiting for flowers and gifts in the house, waiting for the boys to be the first to offer their hospitality, enjoy this grace and the happiness belonging to youth! Now when I recall it, it is still like a movie. The picture is played repeatedly, as if it was yesterday. It seems that the taste of green can still be tasted. It is so sweet, so beautiful, and so nostalgic! Now, the day of 3.15 makes me scared and makes my heart tremble slightly, old and old. These terrible words hurt my eyes, the first birthday gift I receive every year is my mother’s phone: Happy birthday, baby, eat delicious food, and be in a good mood! Every time I couldn’t help crying, my son, what a kind nickname, no matter how old I am, no matter how many vicissitudes I have experienced, in my mother’s eyes, I am still just a little child, still young, people need pain and care. Only in my mother’s arms can I enjoy this peace and calm, and enjoy this spoil and warmth! 3.15 is approaching, and it is only 8 days. I must give myself the most special and beautiful gift. I want to go back to Xiangyin alone, to the small mountain forest that belongs to me. At this time, it should be the blooming season of azaleas on the hillside. I want to go back to that red sea of flowers, and I want to lie in that delicate flower, enjoy this relaxed mood quietly! Beautiful march, under the pure sky, among the red azaleas, I want to have a lazy, relaxed and peaceful sleep! Recently, I am too tired, weak and dependent. I have been struggling to survive sadly as a dodder grass! Strong and independent, I always want to do it! I don’t have to talk to my mind! Happiness does not have to depend on smile! Silence does not have to be broken! Fantasy does not have to daydream! Love doesn’t have to be love! Marriage does not have to be love! I won’t have bad luck all my life! Pray, good luck will come quietly with the coming of 30 years old! Calm, calm, strong, independent, I gave myself the best birthday present for 30 years old! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

Blessing of color

Pick up the flying catkins in the blue sky and the white clouds together, and let them incubate into the wings of angels instantly. When Green is like crazy nostalgia, which has drowned the desert which was once silent, the noise of all colors is unified into a single persistence. Even if the flowers bloom, it is only to add color to this sincerity. In the midday sunshine, I gently fly the white dove in my heart and wander in the freedom and vastness of the blue sea and blue sky in a season of purity to the Earth and to the wilderness, holding the feeling that the wind had been gone for countless times, I pasted the scarlet letter of blessing again on the threshold of your joy and happiness. Take the deep seawater and blue coral together, and let blessings breed them into wings of love. When Blue is like a melancholy desire to love, lingering in the dark sky, the phonology of all colors is interpreted as an independent Milky Way. Even if the stars shine, it is only adding color to the true feelings. The rain dew in the morning moistens all things with a kind of coolness. When I am facing the grassland, I slowly fly the eagle in my heart and soar happily and proudly in the blue sky, hanging the slogan of blessing again in your happy and broad lintel with the dive-down prey in your mouth. Take the invisible air and settled dust together, and let the habit to interpret them as real moths, and try their whole life to pounce on light and heat. When purple is like a noble thought, attached to the once injured soul, the rhythm of all colors develop into sad stories one by one, even if Liang Zhu’s sadness, it just adds some color to a true love. I decorated the sky with various changes in the evening glow. When I was facing the setting sun, I gradually flew the kite in my hands, flying in the sky without white clouds, with the ardent wind blowing countless times, once again put the sound of happiness in your heart of joy. Wandering in the ocean of abundant thoughts, the string of blessing with fluctuating mood presents different colors. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

Non-permissions care

It was deep in the night, the wind and rain were rustling, the lightning tore off the wounds of the night, and the whole building was flickering with vicissitudes, like the relics of distant ancient times, experiencing countless ups and downs. In such a night, the insects in the grass were scared to be dumb by the wind. The leaves were drooped and didn’t know whether they were afraid of the lust of raindrops or dare not face up to the bright thunder and lightning. In the corridor, the light seemed insignificant in front of the Lightning. Soon, it went dark one by one like the domino effect. After all, the night was quiet and weird, which melted the noisy noise during the day. However, the cry of the door shaft spread far away, like a soft ribbon wrapped around my fragile heart, although it was not loose or tight, but I couldn’t ignore the sense of restraint it brought to me. I didn’t dare to take a deep breath for fear that I would feel uncomfortable. When asked where he intended to go, he answered lightly: What’s the matter with you? For a moment, the lightning became weak, the wind became hoarse, and only the rain was sighing lightly. Unknown flying insects bumped in and out under the shadow of the light, and the light was as bright as possible. The understated four words sounded to me, but they were sonorous, as if a row of bombs were accurately blasted in my heart, which exploded the loss and scattered in the bottom of my heart and converged into a river of grief. My heart is constantly struggling to gasp, which seems to be torn apart at any time. I what to say? What else to say? Just four words have already sealed the topic. The door was still swaying, and under the lonely light, I was carved with a long and desolate figure. You are like this every time, but I have asked silly times, hurt again and again, and uncovered scars again and again. When I disdained to ask, my scar faded. Those four words were like smoke clouds hanging over my heart, and I didn’t know when it would disappear in the sunny day. I have no intention to disturb your world. I just care about it. I just care about a friend who wants to go out on a thunderstorm night. How many people complain that this society is too indifferent and heartless. If it weren’t for their fervent emotions hitting others’ cold hearts for countless times, who would be stingy with a simple care. Permission permissions, set permissions for everything, even care. What’s wrong with you: Sorry, you don’t have permission to access the other’s heart. Care can come from the heartless smile of strangers, the faint greeting from classmates, or the close concern of friends. Are these three exceptions to my words? What I don’t understand is that if I am not from strangers to classmates to friends, then what am I? I remember you said that you are different in front of everyone, and many different you make up a complete you. Perhaps, what you said is true. But why do I see you so rude? It is inevitable that I doubt that my image in your heart is broken and incomplete. I once thought that this sentence was your pet phrase, but when I saw another person asking you, I found that your attitude was so harmonious. This coldly shattered my childish self-deception. Why? Is it because that person is more beautiful than me? It’s not my fault to be ugly. It’s my fault to care for people who are self-righteous! The sound of kicking and stepping steps was well-proportioned, and I didn’t know how many distance came into my ears. The ethereal sound stepped out of my heart with the same ethereal loss. The door was babbling again, and my heart was wrapped tighter. Your eyes are red with tears, and your gaunt looks old. I really want to ask you: you are so embarrassed and such a man who was tortured by thousands of knives, I don’t know who you insist on? The words came to my lips, and I swallowed again hesitantly. Finally, my courage was exhausted in the ticking of the clock. Forget it, good night, what to do with me, but I still hope everything is OK. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…