Feelings of “Children’s Day”

Time flies like an arrow, and time is like a song. With the loss of time, I have experienced dozens of spring, summer, autumn and winter unconsciously; Decades of life; Decades of wind and rain; decades of years; Decades of dreams make life step forward gradually. The time is always 1 minute 1 second past

Midnight Music: Friends’ wine

I can’t take back the water. Oh, peach blossom thanks. There are roses. There will always be wind and rain accompanying me for decades. I will not be drunk and will not return to the past. I will not regret. I will slowly experience this cup of wine, my friend, the most after doing this

There is “Buddha” at home”

Seeing this topic, you will surely think that I am a Buddhist, but in fact it is not, I am a genuine atheist. Then, why should we talk about this topic? This should start from one thing my father often taught me: my father-in-law died of cerebral hemorrhage half a year ago, although his life

I can’t remember some memories

Some memories are not hard to remember, but dare not touch. Some memories are not forgotten, but don’t want to regain. Time is like sand, 1.1 point buried of memories, so far on the heart of the bottom most. Life is like a book, turning back page by page, sometimes it will turn faster, passing

Nostalgia [a]]

I often bathe and change clothes before going to sleep. When I closed the door and window, took off my clothes, washed the dirt with a basin of clean water, but there was no joy floating on my face. I know that a shiny mirror will not lie. My shadow was reflected on the mirror,


After getting out of the station, he was hungry and ate a bowl of fried noodles with eggs in front of the stall. When he paid, his face changed greatly and his hands trembled. Some old tickets in his pocket were changed into poverty relief money to help others. The recipient was fairly conscientious, and

Waiting for her, at Poyang Lake

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