On the way, we all have an old face

In the morning, I woke up in the struggle of nightmare. I opened the notebook and threw myself into the soft chair. The open skirt spread all over the floor immediately. The speaker that sees QQ messages keeps flashing, click on. But I saw a long-lost friend. I was a little touched when I saw her familiar face. I thought that all the people I once knew in this world had forgotten me. Seeing her, I began to pick up the beauty of memory again. I just want to write something and record my feelings. After so many days, I was tightly wrapped by busyness, and only my students were thinking the most. Life is in a state of tension and tiredness……… It seems that I can’t see the edge….. I also thought of a person at that time, feeling that he was so far away now. The person who once said that he would like to learn from each other for the rest of his life had already melted in his heart like a bubble. I don’t want to let such debris remain in my heart. But the heart cannot be controlled. In the twinkling words, in the dream-like memories, in the overlapping of every night and every day, what I saw was only my growing and aging appearance. At this time, I tightened my body in the chair and looked at the outside day. It was just Sunny, and there was already the darkness of rain. The sky in Beijing is just like the human heart, which is unpredictable and unpredictable. One day, the sun makes your skin open, and one day, it is so cold that you want to wrap a quilt and live like this. However, the warm and cool weather can no longer irritate the bones in the skin. Bones protect the heart, and the impulse to dream has been rejected in my heart. It seems that it is really beginning to decline and grow old……….. In my heart, it is inevitable, and infinite sadness. Inadvertently, I lost myself at a loss. The process of getting lost is so simple. Simple without any modification. Perhaps, the past is as real and unreal as a dream, but on the way, I feel lost and unhappy. On the way, I saw a lonely dog stopping quietly, with weak eyes showing help and mercy. I just want to wrap my clothes tighter. Nothing is more important than fear of being hurt at that moment. The idea of adopting this dog flashed through my heart, but there was too much fear in my heart. Fear of the germs filled with it, fear of its attack on itself, fear of giving it food but its lonely eyes for help when leaving. So, close your eyes and say gently: forgive ~! I just walk on the road. Someone once told me that you should stop. Instead of always on the road like this. I feel that I can’t control it. Only on the road, I will be comfortable and calm. When I stay, I will feel that there is no sustenance and no dependence. Maybe I like it or get used to seeing different things on the road ~! Some people also say that if there is a stable relationship, maybe everything will pass. However, I have always been afraid, because I always keep what I saw on the road in my heart, which will affect my feelings. When I gain feelings and love, I actually find out. Things on the road have been deeply engraved in my heart. Harvest and still fear. It seems that I can’t get rid of the nightmare I met on the road…… I am eager for good things, but I feel that my nerves are against good things. There is something unclear in the blood. Sometimes calm and dignified, sometimes galloping and howling. Thought has become the domination of life in confusion and meditation. Life is living between demotion and praise. How come the word “life. It just means that it can vividly interpret life. On the way, passers-by are in a hurry and can’t see the sadness brought by rainy days. He gives you a mask and you return to him. A mask is just a wonderful nightmare that makes life Occupy life. The embodiment of the mask tells the truth in sleep. Who knows how to grow is the dawn dark or bright? 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…

I learning write small novel

During quite a long period of time, I loved writing prose and had a special liking. However, during this period of time, I was very interested in writing small novels. I thought that I would like to explore in many aspects, this is also a kind of interest and hobby! I have learned relevant materials and related knowledge successively, and I have gained a lot. I thank the teachers for their precious words, which have promoted my confidence and direction in learning, and strengthened my determination to write small novels, today, I quoted Teacher Cai’s essentials about writing small novels and shared the pleasure of literature with friends, which is beneficial to promote our harvest of writing. As a kind of literary style, what the novel writes must be meaningful. It can’t be considered as a matter of fact. It must have the thinking of life in it. That’s depth. The basic writing method of the small novel is as follows: 1. The writing style is concise, 1800 words is enough, not too long. 2. Pay attention to the twists and turns of the plot. Pay attention to step a turn, Sukhothai, home. 3. A wide range of materials, but you should add your own thinking. There are too many people and things around us. Anyone, a neighbor and a relative all have stories. What matters is our thinking and excavation. What he felt from his life is very important. That is, small novel thoughtful, running account as narrative bad. 4. Don’t write prose. Both newbies and female authors like to express their emotions, and they write prose as soon as they write, which is not good. Small novels are small novels, which are different from proses. The difference is that the novel is actually a story, a short play with plots, conflicts and twists and turns. 5. Don’t write short stories into short stories. Small novels are limited in length and cannot be written too long. There is no idle writing in the so-called novel. All descriptions serve the center. This center is the theme. Therefore, it is better to say that women are beautiful than to say that all the facial features are general, but to say that it is better to pass a beautiful woman in front of us. This is the concise language. Even if the description of the appearance of a vicissitudes old man, it only needs two or three sentences. Don’t describe it endlessly. As well as the scenery of the outside world, just a few strokes would be fine. The plot would fade and the rhythm would slow down, which would affect the reading enthusiasm of readers. 6. Small novels are the art of line drawing. You should know how to leave white space. Just like line drawing painting, a novel about a person only needs to outline his main life experience. Don’t cover everything. Since he was born, it is too long to write enough words. The important process of a person’s life is very good. Many authors write a lot of small novels, fearing that readers can’t understand them and say everything, so there is no room for aftertaste. Painters all know how to leave white space when painting, so there is room for aftertaste for such paintings. The painting is too full, and it looks messy. Small novels are elegant landscape paintings. But when I saw the remote mountains, the smoke rose. I didn’t see the village girl calling, but I saw the sunset red. This is artistic conception. It is not necessary to draw houses and fields when painting the village residences, and there is a wisp of smoke floating in the air, which is enough for artistic conception. 7. About the turning point of the end. The little novel emphasizes on writing. It is the best to uncover a secret until the end. It is unexpected but reasonable, which makes people sigh that it is true. The author writes well, which is right. At first glance, the product is boiled water, which is light and tasteless. There must be suspense in the smelly novels, which make people willing to read them down. A reasonable turning point at the end, not too exaggerated, is very interesting. This is the charm of small novels. It leads you to think so, but the ending is so, which is unexpected but reasonable. 8. Both cities and villages can be written. It is often said that it is difficult to write small novels without themes. In fact, themes are everywhere. If you don’t believe it, ask the doorkeeper, he has a life story that nobody knows. Your neighbors, colleagues, friends, relatives, everyone has stories and focuses on thinking. How to tell and inspire a person’s life is what you should express and Express. 9. Small novels are language art. Don’t write too much. Small novels are civilian art. Make people love them. The language should be beautiful, natural, friendly and amiable. Don’t always use written language, like making big reports with leaders, or as polite as diplomats, which makes you seem to be separated, outgoing, stiff and unsociable. It would be better if the novel could be read by people with fluent language, conciseness, kindness and elegance. You are not allowed to make a report. There is no need to keep a straight face. After reading a good little novel, The Breath of Life blows upon my face. That’s right. The little novel is an elegant Art, which is kind. Although it is natural, don’t go into the downside. Especially the description of sex, while stopping. It is unnecessary to write hard about sex. The necessary sexual description also serves the theme, and it is better not to overstate the host. In a word, the writing style tells a story concisely, with a plot of twists and turns and fascinating, about 1800 words, which is a good little novel. 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…

There is no trace of time, only words accompany

Life in a foreign land always makes me feel a little disappointed. The complicated work and life inevitably make me feel confused. Watching and expecting crazily every day has gradually become a bad habit, and the years are always passing quietly by by accident, which is so ridiculous, playful and fancy, the days of confusion and hardship turned into vicissitudes in a twinkling of an eye. The flowers bloom and fade, the grass is green and yellow, when the sunset rises again, but what marks I have traveled are mottled into mud in the long river of time? Everything eventually became an old dream. Thinking about the hardships all the way, besides the past years, what did I have? Open the window door and stand by the window. I know that every morning will bring me different exclamation. I am envy the colorful butterflies dancing among the flowers, and the free birds flying happily among the soft willow branches. Once upon a time, how a lonely heart yearned to be like them, throwing away all distracting thoughts, dancing and flying, looking for one side of the sky that belongs to itself. After all, a dream is a dream, which can not arouse any spark of passion. When the cool morning breeze lifted up the faded curtain, occasionally covering my sight, a little chill hit my heart, sour eyes trembling tears. Looking back at the traces that have passed all the way, what is the difficulty in struggling? Why, all dreams always return to the original point after hundreds of turns. In the past, many things that should have been done had already disappeared in the pursuit of dreams all day long. Dream is not a dream, light is gone, dream is very awake, sigh deeply, my life does not belong to the life of neon flashing, fireworks gorgeous. Put away yesterday’s crazy dream and let all the stories be dusty! Things are nothing but everything, and tears flow empty when you want to talk. You can never find the appearance of the past in the world, and more than half of your life goes by silently. Only loneliness goes with you. In the rolling world of mortals, some people like to watch a flash in the pan and enjoy a gorgeous fireworks. And I prefer to sit quietly in front of the desk in the dead of night and when I am lonely, staying with the words and enjoying myself in silence, the mood will become clear and bright in the graceful and beautiful poems of Tang and Song dynasties. How eager I am is to live a life without the ears of silk and bamboo, without the labor of official documents, and how poetic it is to close the gate of the yard when the flowers are lonely, how elegant it is to have a book every year. When you are lonely, in a tranquil corner, you can enjoy a pot of tea and immerse yourself in the sea of literary fragrance. You can use your life to feel the infinite charm of words, so that you can temporarily leave everything in the world, restore a plain mood. I lingered in the faint words to understand Mr. Dongpo’s mood that he hated that he was not mine, when did he forget the camp, the wind in the night was quiet and flat, the boat passed away from then on, and the river left the rest of his life, sometimes I feel the heroic journey from the east of the river to the deep of the water, sitting and watching the emptiness and leisure when the clouds rise, sometimes I feel sad for the miserable and graceful appointment, or walk into the famous mountains and rivers with the words, appreciate the majestic momentum of the five Chinese mountains. I also like to write down my emotions in a peaceful and serene night, rooted in the fertile soil of words, and fully display my joy and vigor. My words are so immature, although I can’t write heroic, graceful and sad words or touching stories or gorgeous chapters, I can record my life with the crude pen tip. Whether it is grief or favor, I can weave my life with warmth with the help of the infinite charm of words. I feel extremely happy when I am accompanied by words, life has also become enriched. Life is like a dream, prosperity is empty in a blink of an eye, and all the past events of the world of mortals sink in the vast River of Smoke and waves. In the ups and downs, there are several degrees of cloudy and sunny, and the fleeting years sigh lightly. Only the words, just like a flower blooming alone in the middle of the night, every word is condensed with the silhouette of a lifetime, with the ripples of a lifetime, saving the meaning of life. Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) 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…

Fragmentary text

The recent work really bothered me. I didn’t have time to rest at noon. If there was no treat at night, I could go home early, and my whole body was like a scattered frame. I said I was tired, but I felt very happy, because I met a very good boss, who was very considerate of our hard work and accompanied by a very harmonious companion. In mathematics, the sum of positive and negative equals zero, but I am not here. Physical exhaustion is an exercise. Falling down on the bed and sleeping soundly, psychological pleasure is good for health, I find my own value again in the wind and fire every day. I joked that I was not only a migrant worker but also a boss, but also a driver and secretary, combining several positions. Every time I get home, I always turn on the computer, put on the light music, then lie on the chair and watch the literary club or space, as well as my QQ friends from time to time. Don’t want to talk, don’t talk, just feel the moment of closing your eyes and recuperating. Sitting alone in the study in the dark night, I didn’t want others to disturb me, nor did I want to disturb others. The Voice from the computer revealed me a kind of peaceful hearing enjoyment. For many days, I had not calmed down to write something. My long novel dared not to write down in the protest of my friends, because there was no idea. Some friends said that men should put career first, which I think makes sense; Some friends said that they should pay attention to their health. After all, it is not a young age, and I think it makes sense; Some friends said, give full play to the waste heat, I think it makes sense to create value; A friend said, how much is it? Go to bed right now! I seem to think it makes sense. Oh! But I really don’t have any money, or I may just keep running for life. The administrator of the literary society worked hard to manage our society, which really moved me. I had too little time. In my heart, work is meaningful and practical, and words are also meaningful. Thoughts can’t be idle. I want to find back what I have gained and what I have lost, but it is very difficult. Maybe it is impossible, maybe this is life. Looking up at the blue sky in early spring, talking and laughing to all the people in the air every day, Oh! Today’s sky is so blue! Perhaps when the body is tired, spiritual pleasure is also the most generous reward. To be honest, spring is not my favorite season, because in North China, this season is the most windy and dusty, and I have to live in the environment of strong soil every day. But I have to like this season again, because this season is the season of breeding and the season of hope, just like that sentence: a year’s plan is in spring. The reason why I have to like this season is that I was born in April when spring is warm and flowers bloom. Oh! Confused, I should like this season. There will be a lot of emotions coming out to touch my heart in this season, nostalgic or future. There is always something about the scenes that appear in my dreams will suddenly flash in my real life. Sometimes I have to believe whether I fall into a very real dream again. If it is a dream, even if it is real, it will finally wake up. In fact, it is more important to grasp the life in front of you. Tasting the green tea made by myself makes me recall a lot of things, including the familiar smell in the air and those floating memories. Sometimes I wonder how many of those important people who once appeared in my life are still more and more frequent in my daily contacts, how many people gradually fade out of my life for some or even unknown reasons? Now when I think of it, it turns out that there is only one flower in my dream in my life. How much do we know? What a joke. I have lived in the civil service team for my whole life, but I am outdated. I don’t know much about many people and things. Recently, I have contacted many agencies and people, and I am familiar with them, there are strange people, big officials and small officials, which can be described as a variety of things in the world. No wonder the boss said, have you realized the difficulty of our enterprise? Alas! I really wanted to record these clips, but these passing scenes disappeared soon. Later, I didn’t feel a pity when I thought about it, because it was not surprising that economic and social phenomena were common. Leaving some regrets in my heart is also the real life! Oh! I comforted myself in this way. It’s interesting to have dinner with friends occasionally. People of our age are people who don’t taste life slowly, at least I don’t think I am. But sometimes we even choose a nondescript Chinese and Western restaurant with curiosity. In front of my building, I didn’t know when a pizza restaurant called that appeared. When I entered the door, there were waiters in uniform standing on both sides of the door, smiling and gesturing: Welcome. We found a place to sit down. Light music came from the stereo. I couldn’t understand it. It seemed to be Chopin’s piano music. There were black and white old photos on the surrounding walls. The wooden decoration was very classical. If I hadn’t seen the modern buildings and heavy traffic outside through the French window nearby, I really thought that I had reached Europe in the last century. Oh! The topic seems to be far away. Just for dinner. The waiter’s attitude is really good. Every time I came to help us add water, I always said softly, excuse me. On the contrary, this feeling made me feel a little constrained, which made me say thank you to her every time. Near the window, the pedestrians on the road can be clearly seen under the street lamp, either walking or riding, passing through my sight. Looking at them, as well as the city covered by the night. Everyone has different expressions on his face. I can’t help laughing when I imagine those expressions that I can also appear. It turns out that I will also be a passer-by in others’ eyes, why not show the most beautiful side? Life becomes messy in busyness, and it is estimated that my words are also messy. These messy words are just my mood. Oh! 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…

For whom?

On this day, when I just came back, as usual, the first thing I had to do was to go to my dormitory to have a look at my pot of orchid. Open my cabin —- Xinzhai Ju, ah? A fragrance comes to my nose! I was so excited that I hurried to the orchid beside the window, looked and looked, smelt and smelt. Staring at the only blooming orchid, I am really happy. Eagerly, I kissed and kissed the slightly pink petals with slight yellow in thousands of times with warm eyes, and deeply breathed the unique fragrance. A person was completely intoxicated! I don’t know what kind of face I am at this moment, maybe it is ugly, maybe it is the most naive smile, but I have indeed forgotten where I am. It seems that I am no longer me, but a stream of airflow drifting, blending with the fragrance of orchid. I am happy, this feeling is wonderful. If you plant this pot of orchid, what you can do is just watering it. In those hot days, what worries me most is that after leaving for a few days, I will come back to see it wither. Fortunately, such a thing did not happen. What annoys me most is the annoying lampblack of my neighbor. Whenever the smoke came, I had to move it away from the table beside the window and under my bed to avoid the harm of the hateful dirt. In addition, I just looked at it and the green orchid leaves, and my heart would be filled with comfort. Although it can’t talk to me, I can always think alone when watching it. Because I am actually a layman of Yanglan, and I don’t know that it will bloom one day. Therefore, the mood of expecting flowers to bloom is relatively indifferent. As long as you see its green color, you will be satisfied. However, it has blossomed! This is really a surprise, is it specially for me? 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…

Evening

Walking on the tree-lined Stone Road in the community, the clouds in the West are moving. People who come back one after another are twos and threes. The green grass is very clean, and two yellow and fat dogs are chasing each other twisting their hips. It was dusk, and the sky was still on, but the street lamps had been turned on. Looking at the highest floor, I looked up and watched. A round of moon and a half were looming. It was the time when day and night were handed over, some details have exposed the characteristics of the night, such as those flowers and trees at the corner of the building, which gradually lost their bright colors. The continuous rain for many days washed the scenery figures carefully. The calmness and magnificence at this time were still peaceful and quiet. I used to take a walk before, but in recent years, some of them were not used to it, the change of environment, the automatic update of people’s behavior, adding and deleting sometimes do not ask for your advice, and occasionally some aftertaste, even cause the exploration and emotion in the bottom of my heart. Several stone round stools were waiting at the roadside. The smooth face was solid and reliable. My mind lingered in the deep place, but it was like a light kite. The soft loafers and loose round-neck T-shirts, when I raised my little flat head, the world was gradually dark and stroked my cheek. Only when we are alone can we learn to enjoy, enjoy quietness and freedom, including the thoughts and hopes that are closest to ourselves. The sky went deeper, crossed my shoulder and printed my silhouette on a wall. I didn’t move. I observed my shadow as if it was another me, just no details, only outline. People always hide themselves under the light. Thoughts and privacy in the dark are their secrets. When we face familiar and unfamiliar faces with smiles and moving words, the cordon in the inner heart has been erected. Sometimes, friends in the dark night are more honest. The figures are integrated without exaggeration and performance. The Moonlight is swaying. Behind the moon, our mind is real and credible. In the dark night, the jointing of some flowers and plants can be clearly distinguished. Unless death, there is no power to stop life. Time slips in the sand table in summer, the sunset is drunk, there is no more fickleness and publicity of yesterday, the dark red sky shows some calm appearance, maybe it must experience the conversion of day and night, more things have perfect explanations, intuitive and hidden different versions, which can provide us with selected channels. You can’t just watch one show, other programs played by rolling will also be presented successively. We have the right to choose, but we don’t have the right to decide. In the Four Seasons of Life, the stars move around. Fate is in our own hands, but fate cannot be played. Today’s buildings are getting higher and higher. In a sense, it seems to be the real heaven and earth. Looking from a low place, the towering buildings are actually the Sky Homes. When you bend your head from a high place, the lights are on for the first time, with both voice and emotion, the mortal world has also built a paradise. We can’t deny that our living environment, compared with our ancestors, has been somewhat decent. We should realize the happiness of health and safety, the most basic happiness. If we adjust our mentality well, life will be much simpler. Along the way from the dusk, the impression of time went with each other. My posture of smoking disappeared in the darker and darker atmosphere. Time is also dying out. Many windows opened their eyes as if they had just woken up. Walking silently at night, I knew that there must be many miracles happening. Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) 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…

Rainy Night Tea

1. Three or two Breeze, a cup of green tea, listening to the raindrops whispering in the window lattice, the fire in summer seems to be far away. Seeing the day came to the threshold of beginning of autumn, but don’t like it first. As the old saying goes, 18 days after beginning of autumn, it is the moment when the Autumn Tiger is in power, and it is still necessary to prepare for a few bowls of sweat. But today, thanks to the rain, there is a cool leisure feeling, and put the season aside, into the scene, feel the peace of the tea on a rainy night. The rain was very bright, just like soft music. Under the light, the window glass had a strange look, the half-covered window screen was like a flag floating up, and the darkness in the distance was deep and mysterious, there are some shadows of trees, drifting off into pictographic scenery, as if implying something, what on earth is, sitting in the backlit room, I tried my best to answer seriously. The season is her unique vigorous and uninterrupted walking. As for the scenery caused by her, it seems that she can’t pay special attention to it. But for ordinary people, the scene is certainly very different. Our most direct feelings will be revealed in the first time, and combined with our own mood, joy or sadness, to a certain extent, daiyu burial flowers and sunken fish and wild goose are set off by seasons and environment. Plum blossom grows old and spring water is like a mirror. There is no change in the Four Seasons. We just move forward according to our inherent posture. What will change most is us, I would shed tears for a drizzle, jump for a scene of snow, or maybe because of the cold autumn wind, I would wear the melancholy in my heart and write a sentimental mind. This year, there was enough rain, which seemed to be enough. Looking through my own thoughts, I wrote the rain, splashed the water of my mood bathing, and the lingering ripples, opened in circles, and kept talking about the night lacking the moon, far away from the lights of the city, the short and narrow Bluestone Road is certainly not as arrogant as the neon in the city, but the clearest and discernible simplicity, surrounded by grass, is the most calm night. 2. Grass insects and mosquitoes are the background of sleepless in the countryside. In the town, there is a kind of earthen mosquito incense, which is said to contain some kind of herbal medicine. The mosquito repellent effect is excellent. Light it and see the smoke around, as expected, I didn’t feel painful and itchy, but the smell was a little bad. I didn’t know if it did harm to my body. I followed my habit and burned it before going to bed. When I went to sleep, I resolutely pinched it out, people have poor resistance to sleep, which I think is relatively safe. The season of peaches gradually passed, and grapes came one after another. Yesterday, Aunt next door sent a small basket, which was wrapped neatly, cut from the root knot, opened the package, round and crystal purple, light and smooth, it makes people like it from the bottom of my heart. It is soaked in clean water and washed after half an hour. My mother likes to pick it one by one, put it in a large bowl, put it in the refrigerator for a while, peel it and eat it. It is cool, sweet. My mother accompanied my father to watch TV downstairs. The Olympic Games was in full swing. A large bowl of grapes were put on the tea table at random. My mother peeled them one by one, picked off the seeds and put them on my father’s mouth to watch his father slowly allow him to suck and, two little poodles, Diandian and Xiaomi, all snuggled up to their mother’s feet and hit their own sleepiness quietly. Occasionally, their mother gave a praise or a pity that their mother was a one-sided cheerleading team of the Chinese team, the two dogs opened their eyes lazily, looked up at the master, and went to sleep in a daze. Sometimes I would walk to the balcony and look far away, drizzle, watch the faint light from the door downstairs, listen to the TV sound clearly, just like my parents have been together for decades, however, it is really hard to move forward side by side now. One person is an individual, and two people are a complete home. It is so harmonious and natural that it stretches in the flowing water of life, unwittingly, some deep feelings came out from the bottom of my heart. In the silent rain, happiness suddenly pervaded. 3. Eyes may not just wander in the house. The rain outside the sky stretches out its flourishing jade fingers to tempt your mind. The most common raindrops and fine transparent liquid are on a quiet summer night, the lotus petals were opened one by one to find out the secret of your heart, trying to wash away your full dryness and heat with tender feelings like water. In fact, it has nothing to do with the rainy season. The fickleness of ordinary people is hard to say again and again. It is hard to tell your decision without hesitation. The agility of rain is just a scenery, it gives us an atmosphere of calm thinking. In this sentiment, many things, joy or depression, are still related to ourselves. The steps of rain are neither tight nor slow, far nor near, without facial expression, it’s up to you to sigh with you. Just drink tea slowly, make a posture of outsiders, let the music change freely, let the rain play freely, the leaves of the initial tea gradually become dull, but the mind gradually becomes moist, it is like a soaked River, constantly stirring and running. When the tea becomes cold, the night is quiet, and the warm bamboo mat exudes a dreamy meaning, you will be possessed and perform many incredible things again, completely staying out of it. 4. The rain kept whispering like this, like a woman in her first love, telling all the silly words to her lover, which was more repeated. From childhood till now, memories over and over again, which encourages your sleepiness, hazy, a wide bed, and you can clearly see yourself tossing and turning. Through the screen window, there are tiny rain fog, branches, leaves and leaves growing, gradually gathering water drops, wet the thoughtful brown floor, the white walls are simple as if there is no life, in fact, their existence, it has set off the loneliness of the night, while the lighting is enthusiastic, rendering the best atmosphere and playing the colorful spirit. There are always some nights, we may be helpless or lost, but with the accompaniment of rain, our own world suddenly becomes brighter, ticking and happy, completely self-expression, you can ignore everything and embed yourself in the free space, imagine or think. The nothingness carries a long night. It is such a rainy night. It seems that everything has different meanings. When I look around in a maze-like life, I saw thousands of raindrops holding me tightly in my arms with open arms without affectionate greeting. When I was most obsessed with it, there was a flash of light. That cup of green tea, drinking and drinking, has its own distinctive taste. 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…

Love you a million years

This is the name of a song. How can you pay attention to this vulgar lyrics? Love is the most unpredictable thing. Why can you love someone for ten thousand years? The space and time are uncertain, people are even more uncertain. Ten thousand years is too long, and we should seize every minute. This is what the great leader said. It is strange that so many fast-food love is popular overnight. How long can you keep a person in your heart? I’m not sure. How long will it last? How far is it forever? Life is less than a hundred, and it is absolutely a burden to experience more love. There are still several people carrying one person, and none of them is left. All of them are immersed in the desolate past, and all the things happened are wiped out. Just like washing away unnecessary tape audio and video tracks, the white tape will be filled again. When she went to the old tube-shaped building where she lived in her childhood, the former participant went in with heart and stopped there, as if a fence was standing there, invisible and invisible, but always existed. The open-air clothes drying rack is still so flamboyant, with thousands of national flags hanging high. Where can we find such bold clothes drying field? A rope spans two buildings and flies in the sky. If it is to dry the sheets, it will be more spectacular. I don’t worry about any private objects. I understand that they are bright and empty. More than twenty years ago, the greedy little girl who loved to play everywhere came back today. She saw a lot of couple’s days, Love, anti-purpose, trivial, big, selfish, bold, faithful, flowery, etc, seeing a lot of children coming out of their mother’s bulging belly and running all over the floor, they became our followers. In the 14th year, she had been here until the flower season. The girl’s feelings were ignorant, but she vaguely thought about the hazy and beautiful feelings. She described her neighbor’s uncle as tall and beautiful! Ha ha, this sentence made their family laugh. I will repeat this sentence when I see her —- the little girl said that you are tall and beautiful. I don’t know how they are now. The tall and beautiful uncle should be a handsome old man. Their son was ten years younger than her and called her sister at that time. Maybe now I have my own child. This is the way people pass on from generation to generation. It is not worth advocating to have no concern. In the decades of life, there must be something to think about and worry about. Kites have been complaining about the line involved in it all their lives. If the line is really broken, it will float without trace. Clouds are like cotton, with heavy head and light feet. This feeling is not good. This thread must be there, looming, long or short. A wisp of gossips must be found. How long is the friendship between one person and another? It was hard to answer, but she knew that her uncle’s friendship with her would continue to be involved. My aunt died of illness at the age of 38, leaving a son and a daughter, the big one is 15, and the small one is 13. That year was my uncle’s nightmare memory. From then on, he became a father and a mother, pulling a pair of children by himself. Until he grew up, he had a decent job. My uncle felt relaxed. My aunt and my uncle were introduced that year. They had a blind date in a different place and had a crush on it at a glance. In terms of appearance, my aunt was much more beautiful, tall and tall, with big eyebrows and big eyes. In today’s words, she was a handsome guy, temperament gentle. It was this that grabbed uncle’s heart. Jiangsu men and Sichuan women combined their home in this way. They were in Shanghai, the alley house of more than ten square meters, which had witnessed their life for more than ten years. My uncle didn’t want to renew the string, not because he couldn’t find it. He was a technician with excellent talents. He was gentle and diligent. His aunt was gone, and there were many women who took the initiative to chase him. But he just refused. He has been here for many years. His children are older, and he retired. He is a kind old man who loves raising ornamental fish. He can raise two or three catties of Fry that he can’t see clearly, which is colorful, swimming around happily, I like reading martial arts novels and occasionally rubbing Mahjong. The standard retired old man’s life is very comfortable and comfortable. I am 75 years old this year, and my elegant demeanour still exists! My aunt was not blessed and did not see her children become useful with her own eyes. But there is also blessing —- if there is a husband, what should he ask? It doesn’t mean that if one spouse is dead, the one who doesn’t marry or marry is a hero, and there is no intention to praise him highly. Only the parties concerned can understand all kinds of details. One person has rooted another person in the bottom of his heart, and the root system is, if you concentrate on your body and mind, what is this not love. Ten thousand years, do not seek such an oath, true love does not need promise. If a man looks for such a good man as his uncle, no matter it is. Love you for ten thousand years, hehe, now is the puffed formulation, inflation, ten thousand years is equal to one or two days is unknown. It’s still a night of dew, isn’t it? The lyrics of this song are so sour and sensational, but the melody is still a little reserved. Otherwise, how could she spend time worshiping about loving you for 10,000 years. This is often the case. She has ideas and is weird. Now it is said that the middle-aged three happiness — promoted and rich wife died. Those who didn’t get promoted were also in a hurry to find a new home before they got cold. Now people are much more vulnerable. She is a toilet stone, hard and smelly. Self-destruction is definitely a way of living, and it is very classic and traditional. People have the spirit of self-destruction, which may be an alternative independence. 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…

Life is not always happy

People always like beautiful being apart, no matter men and women; Always like beautiful enervating views, whether true or false; Always liked happy happy situation, whether elegant and vulgar; Always like to make people warm things, whether noble and humble sunny day, to quiet, as Tan Quan water, no waves, this feeling, unmanned and co. Friends said, life multi-the stoicism, Heart has slowly in getting old. I think also the wrong. When we from impetuous calm attributable to the, more is joy more than pathos. Heart in gradually quiet, love in gradually warm. And this time, there will always be a lot thoughts left, happy or more easy-going. Life is not always smile, maybe pain more than happy. So, find a can go out of the intersection, his soul, exile, appreciate that way of cold and warm, cherish if there seems heavy and light. Such life, multi-the more lonely, with a lot less sorrow. So, good. Everyone, and will be contracted this world love, slowly blooming from, our life, more a dash acid, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty taste. And more, we is running in years on the way, unmanned and synchronic lonely, toast smile the excitement, have become our best in all memory. Time like water flowing through, we keen to keep maybe just as a mood of mood. And this mood, also such as Chihiro spring water clear our hearts, long the indifferent to her years. In this mood, our thoughts swirling like rain. Occasional vision about the future, occasional recall past. Really very good. That vision, is the voices of flowers, beautiful ethereal, I always most really touched. You can there was a moon night sitting alone on the balcony observation nighttime sky, windowsill is is open exudes a faint fragrance of jasmine, mood is so slowly blooming from like and love. Memories, is yellowing photo album, drunk happiness, everywhere is unforgettable time, living. You can in sunlit place pengshang this understand and cherish of book, on the tea table is shrouded dense heat of the fragrant tea, mind is joy and sadness of cross. Most Beautiful most beautiful years is our most true, long long year is our favorite, we retain of maybe just Youth mood for a moved, we would expect just lush years of a dream. -We, difficult to pull retain years hurried footsteps, difficult to expect for no reason desire. This retain and this expectation, also difficult to decorate the indifferent years, difficult to retain this beautiful time. When at dusk, through long Old Gatehouse, stepping on narrow quartzite, alone linger in apricot flowers, spring rain in Poplar deep. Shrouded in dense mist in Jiangnan, more add a simple and elegant unique charming color, shallow Cui jiao qing, smoke cage caused wet holding scroll, leaning on your window, overlooking smoke Willow breeze Qiao percussion door, listening sparse fence rain sing Zui Hua Yin. Along poetry of direction, carefully from the fleeting arms scooped up yi ban ban exquisitely carved pearls catch phrase, in aromatic Wanzai of man xiu scholarly, with with ages of tyuzh footsteps, looking for shallow poetry sings sing behind long legend. Perhaps because Jiangnan rain too exceedingly sentimental, perhaps because Jiangnan rain too feminine elegant and graceful, that wisps of raindrops, that curl Tingting of rain, always Jiangnan rainy season decorate scores plaintive confused. The falling rain was always moving the strings in my heart softly like water, turning a thousand times one by one. The Songs of singing and sighing were singing in the crisscross and tortuous rain alley. Lonely purdah, rouchang inch sorrow qian lv. Phoenix tree of a more rain, to dusk, dribs and drabs. This first, how a sorrow word get. Deeply Shallow Thoughts, long and short care, high low of care mi mi mang mang of lonely, Rourou gently tear-stained drizzly Jiangnan. Maybe, dripping in the heart of not rain, but a emotion, a sentimental, a memory, a melancholy. Curtain roll westerly, thinner than yellow of easy and in pi pa xian on tone sing the Heartsongs: sad pillow Midnight Rain, point di lin yin; Point di lin yin, worry loss Beiren, not used to up listen! Small wind sparse rain rustling, thousand lines tear secretly fall; That unspoken, only on eyebrows, and under heart heavy heart, let her in ningmou, adds a xin chou. Little a Shuangxi ze meng boat Ah, how to be able to carry this many of sorrow? Murphy Suchou dialect soft of delicate euphemism, genius and beauty of lingering mood, sick for home wandering heart, wandering Tianya lonely for, drink of helpless sustenance, acacia for send nowhere send bleak hesitation, water Falling Spring Go also lonely helpless, is let immersed in the drizzle in many men of letters feeling talk old theme? Just when he was cold, sad and dejected, the vigorous figure of an old man with a beard leaped onto the paper. He held an iron plate in his hand and read loudly: lie down at night and listen to the wind and rain, and the Iron Horse ice will fall into a dream. This majestic, heroic forceful a chanted, in a plaintive lingering, gentle and graceful rain sound, seem so distinction. Can in Xiaoxiao rain already picked armored cavalry the sonorous meaning, in addition to drunk inside burning the midnight oil kan jian, dreaming trumpet with camp Jiaxuan public, more who? That confident, magnanimous wildly sing I see more charming Castle Peak, material Castle Peak see I should be so hero, that unfulfilled, blood in thoracic and sighed low jiang wo Bugu not self-pity, sunsi for Garrison Luntai old man, let I often look back to tu sheng respect infinite. Listen to the wind, rain, listen to songs, different mind will be able to hear different views feelings; Listen to the wind, rain, listen to heart sound, different people will be able to hear different life attitude; Listen to the wind, rain, listen to life, the same rain hear different song of life. Rain Xiaoxiao, both sad-worry, too are leisurely welcome. Wind and rain to fear? A rain and smoke, Ren Pingsheng! A curtain of spring rain was outside the window, wearing the forest and beating the leaves, gurgling and entering the night with the wind. A curtain spring rain in sight, coming softly, bit by bit, my heart. Curtain outside the rain, xixilili, filter to red dust of impetuous, polyester net suppressed haze. Curtain of rain, chanchanmianmian, care in full bloom of life, abundance cantabile years. Alley of clove still faintly in the rain caked with melancholy, looked up but can not see then of flowers. In its twilight, deep long lane more deep. Only drizzle, still smell, xixilili. ba jiao yu sound, flower and sound, all of heaven and qing lai, ecstasy of listen to, when to drunk flower sound. Water Cloud long spring charming, mountains empty Mongolia cuckoo crow. Colorful peach blossom wear Bi Liu, filled lan yan Xiufeng odd. Thought, tranquil and comfortable pastoral style, only forever fixed in Tao Weng described it poetic ethereal “Peach Blossom Spring”; Thought, fresh and natural freehand laid-back, have been lost in red distractions hustle in. Landscape feeling entangles dream about, bamboo green a few degrees distraction. Away from mundane hideaway, we yearn for the dream home, really is gradually, gradually far gradually blurred? Fortunately, we have and flowing water, leisurely happy sound music proudly drunk, Salon total wander listen to, Zheng rhyme gurgling, gurgling streams, deep mountain Jiuqu between, spring loud buzz empty mountain; Leisurely xiao zhu, winding paths, A silver lining, picturesque into Taoyuan. Look, white clouds are long, green mountains and green waters reflect. Bi Willow Yiyi, birds singing tweeted Ming Chunxiao; Blooms qianmo butterfly flying, fallen flowers, other side Taolin laugh spring breeze and wind flick, tranquil welcome Chunhui, Xinning such as drip trickling water. Melodious and cozy, with heart strings turning into butterflies, flying away and dancing, whispering with petals. Murmuring and murmuring, The Heart Goes along with the stream and the boat, the mountain dives, lingering and forgetting to leave the spring breeze. The rhyme is also dense, the grass is luxuriant, the rain and smoke are blurred, and The Paradise is beautiful in spring. 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…