Who is my 12000th visitor in QQ space

From 2009 nian 1 yue 12 ri 13:56 open QQ SPACE since it was my divorce after soul home, is also my soul. The world has its own true feelings, and I am bathed in the love of everyone. I often linger here! I have entertained guests from all over the world and made many friends here. We care and help each other, thus making my life colorful and full of sunshine. Life is long and time flies. Three years have passed in a flash, and I have gone through 1213 days in QQ space. Up to now, I have published and reprinted 154 pages of logs in QQ space, and there are as many as 1500 articles written by myself at will. I am attracted the attention of many netizens by those rough words. The most important thing is that QQ space has changed my life. My QQ space visitor traffic has been rising very slowly, and the popularity index is not high. Never Baidu Space blog audience flow multi-, where visitors beyond the 350,000, equivalent to a community forum. My QQ space has achieved Yellow Diamond Level 7 in the past, but because of a criminal case of fraud by netizens, I left and closed my QQ space sadly on November 06th, 2010, it was not until June 20, 2011 that my mood gradually calmed down that I unsealed and returned to QQ space, the home of my heart. After a period of pause, my yellow diamonds in QQ space were gone. I was less enthusiastic about QQ space and more lazy. I didn’t take good care of QQ space any more. After each article is published, it is no longer as elaborate as before to insert pictures with flash or music, making the page full of vitality and agility. Therefore, there are fewer and fewer new and old friends coming to my space. I have already forgotten who is my 5000th visitor? Who is the 10000th visitor? I don’t care much about the amount of visitor traffic. This QQ space and Baidu Space blog are not my professional enterprise portals, but I just listen to music and smel words by myself, leave the trace of sadness and happiness in your life, and record the platform of true feelings and feelings in your inner world. My QQ space and Baidu Space blog are a piece of original pastoral scenery deep in my heart. In the past, many netizens in the world knew and understood me. I once sat alone in front of the computer, listening to songs and tasting music in countless midnight waking up, dancing to the screen, tapping the keyboard with both hands and flying words, chattering about my joys and sorrows, tears in my heart. My fresh words are like flowing clouds and flowing water. With the words rolling up and down my fate, my heart is filled with love stories. If you look back, you can see the loneliness of my feelings. If you look back, you can see the tears in my heart flowing into a river. If you look back, you can see me face life with a smile. A farewell song, Butterfly Dance canyang. Order to sunrise! Order to rainbow! The biggest advantage of words is that they can make themselves recall the people and things that have happened, and watch a TV series describing the years of life like a Buddha statue. The story didn’t end, and there was no ending. A scene was just beginning. I filled my mood with words in the back garden of my heart in QQ space, my diary records my life footprints. I also met many respectable and lovely netizens in QQ space, and got support and love from many people. I was stimulated and inspired by passionate comments and messages from the bottom of my heart. I sincerely thank all of you for coming to my space to visit and share the details of life with me. Although most of the visiting netizens have never met each other, they leave me a kind feeling of friendship. No matter whether your comments are good or bad, I can feel a different kind of care and warmth from them. Nowadays, there are more and more netizens entering my QQ space. I can’t remember many of them, especially those who often change their net names. I can’t tell who they are. I only chat with people on the Internet occasionally. My QQ is always hidden, and I seldom visit my netizens and their QQ space. Since I signed a ten-year agreement with two literary websites, “red sleeves add fragrance” in Beijing and “prose online” in Shaoxing, it has become a false agreement, my spare time becomes less and less. If the netizen has something to say to me, as long as I leave a message on QQ, I will definitely reply when I see it. Everyone is striving for their own ideals and running for their livelihood. There is no need to worry too much about who has forgotten who and who has left out who? If you can understand each other, you may be more open-minded.? This afternoon, I returned home after finishing my work outside. Once I opened the QQ login space, I found that my 12000th visitor was actually my Netizen. She was at 16: I came to visit at 42 o’clock. I couldn’t help feeling delighted! Coincidentally, these integer visitors are good friends that I am familiar with in the virtual world and in real life. The 1000th visitor is don’t forget me, from Shijiazhuang, Hebei. The 2000th visitor is a passionate time, a native of Shangyu, my friend. The 4000th visitor is Hungary, who lives in a foreign country. The 12000th visitor is Wu Cun, the leader of my residence committee. She dignified and generous, appearance beautiful, temperament Shujing and tenderness, this is a such as blue-like elegant, such as Narcissus like quiet, such as Lily pure 30-year-old woman. I know that in the future, there will be more visitors to my space. What is valuable and touching is not the number of visitors themselves, but this strong sincere friendship. Please don’t act in a hurry, hope you can let me know who you are? Leave me eternal and beautiful memories! Along the way, I would like to thank all the netizens, friends and friends who supported me. Your love for me makes me feel extremely honored. I am willing to build a bridge of friendship between each other through the Internet platform. I wish all friends and friends who know and don’t know happy and happy every day! 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. 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Those who managed to escape text

There is a secret city in everyone’s heart. This city is very large, like a beautiful unknown kingdom. We are the master of this city and the king of this kingdom. Our inner world is secretive, like the boundless sky. I don’t know how high and wide it is. It is also like the bottomless sea world, and I don’t know where there is any unpredictable mystery. The people who are deeply hidden in this city are those thoughts that are always risking. They are swaying in our bodies like magicians who want to pass through walls one by one. Sometimes we want to release them one by one according to our requirements, and sometimes we want to block them one by one in that wall. Therefore, they condensed into words one by one, playing naughty games with us from time to time. One night, I chatted with two friends till late at night. One of them couldn’t stand such a stay-up, and he was sleepy just after 12 o’clock. However, another one and I were chatting happily and constantly using various methods to attract her to join our topic. But she tilted her head at the table and was completely out of spirit, but she didn’t seem to fall asleep. Another one asked her if you want to sleep. Go to bed. She looked at us with her eyes open and said, Mao Zedong? My friend and I laughed into a stomachache. Seeing us laughing wildly, she changed to say, didn’t she? That’s Deng Xiaoping? We laughed even more. I handed her a wet towel to clean her face. Then we told her the conversation just now. Did she say with a blank face that I said this? Seeing that she didn’t look like playing with us, she had to let her go to bed. The next day, she asked again whether she said something funny yesterday, seeing that we laughed so strangely. I asked whether you slept or not, but you answered Mao Zedong, Deng Xiaoping and so on. She herself smiled straightly. She said she had heard our questions clearly at that time, but there were only those words in her mind, as if there was nothing else to answer. And from the bottom of our heart, we believe that what we want is those two answers. This statement confused us. One morning, I was still this friend and met me during morning self-study. She said what should I do? I come together today, and there is always a voice in my mind and heart. I ask what’s voice, she said doomed to destruction. I laughed: Did you recite ancient Chinese last night. She said I am teach English, not your hobby. I also said, did you do something wrong during this period of time? She said no. She stayed at school with you every day. I didn’t care, she went to class with strong spirits. She came to play with me at night. She said that voice had troubled her for a day, and she didn’t walk away until dinner. It seemed that there was a person who kept chanting in her ear. I can’t concentrate on doing things for a day, and even forget to bring books in class, which is a thing never happened. This reminds me of the movie “survival in writing. A work that the female writer is writing is the real life of the hero. He feels that there is a voice chanting what he has done and thought every day. Is there anyone writing stories about friends? This kind of thing, I heard it and passed away. Until one day, I opened my eyes in the morning and felt a bright sea of flowers in front of me. Countless bright flowers were in full bloom in the air. They kept floating and floating. They didn’t fall or fly away, just kept flying in the air. It seems that he has entered Tao Yuanming’s paradise. At the same time, there is another word that flies with those flowers. I didn’t dream at night. It is late autumn now, not the season of blooming flowers. But those flowers and words were always jumping and dancing in front of my eyes. When I got up, they came to the living room; When I washed my face and brushed my teeth, they were on the wall and floor of the bathroom; When I came to the playground, they accompanied me all the way. In every corner I reached, I was surrounded. I want to catch them, but they are erratic; I want to drive them away, they are not far from me. I can’t do anything about them. I think maybe I am too tired these days. Therefore, I sat down quietly, put down the things in my hands, put down the thoughts and thoughts in my heart, looked at them quietly and smiled at them. At this time, those flowers and the word that played with me turned around magnificently. Just a few minutes after I calmed down, I went to places I didn’t know. In the few minutes when I looked at flowers, I suddenly felt that my soul had been purified unprecedentedly. Pure heart and light body. It seems that I have returned to my innocent childhood, and I have seen the truest self in my heart. I finally know that those weird words that suddenly come out of our hearts are a reminder deep in our hearts. Remind us to save ourselves, remind us to purify ourselves, remind us to slow down, and slow down. Those words are the release of our body and soul, and they come to us through all kinds of difficulties. They are the elves who have been imprisoned by us for too long and escaped from the prison of our hearts. Although sometimes the words are not meaningful, sometimes it makes us confused, and even brings US troubles and confusion. But please believe that it is another kind of love. 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…

Gradually

The shadows of the past in the time gradually overlap, and we can’t see clearly the fleeting time when the green color was singing softly. Even embarrassment is in vain in the desolate and strange atmosphere. The familiar once was burnt ruthlessly by strangers. The gesture of a comfortable smile. Tell each other. Our respective is lifted up. We have the purest eyes and the purest mind when we smile. Just like falling in love, you can resist forever for a moment, far away from tomorrow. I don’t ask whether I will meet each other tomorrow or whether I will fall in love tomorrow. Smiled and thought, however, there would be no sob tomorrow. Can the flowering period not come? After being decadent, the Earth did not understand the sadness of falling flowers. There is no devout flower watcher in this world. Round circles, every day and every year, are always entangled with them and get close to each other with perseverance. No one will judge such requests but fail. Forgiveness and comfort become a kind of narration-like catharsis. Finally, I couldn’t see nothing in my hard work. Youth emotion is not suitable for display with heart. The parallel unwillingly encountered, let all the ignorant injuries twist the original, just waiting for a kind of perfunctory prevarication. The first acquaintance with you is like an old friend. Looking back, I hope this is an illusion. In the illusion, you can still be confused by the illusion of vision and hearing you created. I have such courage to write forgiveness! That familiar song sings exactly my bright sadness. The gurgling river flows to your bright direction, and no one drives a little waves with stones in the calm silence on your surface. All the way to smooth flat. The shot you stopped is not melodramatic, pretending or deliberate. It’s all up to your own liking. Who on earth is trying to get rid of the shackles of others without revealing sympathy? Each other is only a promise, and I have never said that my heaven is your ocean. Then who is trying to be tenacious and not take off the evil costumes. I thought you were dressed in a magnificent green sun. The Angel didn’t call my name in his sequence. Before he started, he was stripped off and eliminated. Whose sadness is Duino’s sadness singing? No matter how great it was, he had to surrender to the throne. The small weight could not claim who was wrong. It’s just a melody sent away. It doesn’t belong to me. The magnificent ice sculpture is the transparent brilliance of fireworks scattered in the air. A deep voice is asking whether fireworks are dotted with the night? It is still the unrelated fireworks that needs the foil of the night. But what the night wants is the plain white of Clean Moon. This is the same as the night. Can follow. Trying to lift the skirt and dance with you, I always feel deep in love, but the fate is shallow. Who was left beside the dance floor magnificently before the song ended? Extinct of dripping. The person lost in the event was plated with the most gorgeous light by the gorgeous aperture. Self-directed. I don’t care who is watching. The bustling water-like street is full of freely moving materials. Tears burst out with laughter. Like pity, like ridicule. From beginning to end, a person is stubborn. Who will have the necessary requirements to get along. Who can’t see through it simply? The night after you left, the sky fell with you. No longer willing to look up Welkin. Gradually understand that in life, no one still wants to live. When you are tired, you can finally embrace the Earth in the dark night. Look up at the long night with the most stretchable posture. There is only me in the open space. That sad song. Meadow. Sky. Gradually followed the abrupt ending melody to silence. Disappeared on the horizon, gradually disappeared. Just like the bright moon passing through the hazy sky, you gradually appear. The cleanness is the most holy White, the loneliness is the most lonely, the softest is the most gentle, the indifference is the most ice front. Just like the breeze wandering in the ethereal desert, I hid it quietly. The most free and easy one was the most free one, the most hurried one was the most persistent one. The clouds gathering around you are not willing to leave the holy light attached to you for nourishment; Admire the majestic pride and fearlessness of losing the ocean you walk a journey, I will follow you for a while. The isolated back gradually went out of my eyes full of Mirage vision and illusion you gradually disappeared I disappeared on the horizon gradually went away gradually, gradually disappeared. 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…

Life of spot

All kinds of people around us are like shining light spots one by one, which surround us in a beautiful halo. Gradually, some light spots were worn out and fell. At the same time, new spots were added to our Halo. Some time ago, I learned from my friend’s QQ signature that the head teacher of their class died of illness. My friend is in the neighbor class of my neighbor class, and I also know their head teacher, so I recalled their head teacher casually. From the brain, the pictures made by searching through cases and cabinets and the buried memory fragments are as clear as film tapes. The breath swirled around my throat, bumping like stagger, shaking me for a long time. In the past four years, four of the people I know have never met with me. Since I was young, it seems that this kind of thing happened most in this period of time, perhaps because I didn’t know so many people before. Although they are not very familiar with me, and some may have only met once, they remembered that there were me and them in some pictures, but now, these will not be repeated. When memory can only be memory forever, and the hope of reunion is pulled away from the brain like being pulled from the bottom of the pot, a fire is extinguished forever, and it seems that a piece of meat is dug from the bottom of my heart, and a burst of pain that cannot be filled. That teacher, he didn’t teach me, most of her deeds were hearsay. To be honest, most things are not good. Perhaps, she was strict with her students and cared a lot. Her students often complained about her and gave her the wrong number. However, this is also normal, which teacher has not been nicknamed by students. Every morning, she is catching students who are late. I always saw the students in their class rushing up the stairs hurriedly within two minutes of being late. She was on the stairs, laughing and scolding her students. From my outsider’s point of view, I felt that scene was particularly funny. The teacher was not as fierce as they described, but somewhat cute. But I met her occasionally in the corridor. She always smiled and saw such a warm attitude. Even students I didn’t know would come forward to say hello, I thought. Apart from those views of dissatisfaction with her, at least she gave me a kind feeling. She and I also had an unusual experience. One day in senior three that year, the morning exercise Bell rang as usual. It was unavoidable to go downstairs to do exercises, although no one liked that. Our classroom is on the fifth floor. At this time every day, when we go downstairs, the stairs become more and more crowded. After doing morning exercises, the stairs become more and more depressed. At that time, I was pinching every day when I went to school. In order to get more sleep, I took breakfast to school and then ate it. Generally, I took a rest of ten minutes after finishing morning exercises. I went upstairs after the morning exercise that day, maybe I was too tired several days ago, maybe I suddenly had something wrong with insulin, a burst of sigh from the bottom of my heart, and more and more flowers in front of my eyes, so I struggled to support the third floor, he fainted with a meager consciousness. In a trance, I heard someone say, ah, what happened to this student. Then someone came up to help me. I tried to see each other clearly and learned that I was the head teacher of my friend’s class. I was helped to sit down in the office on the third floor by her. My whole body was weak, and I couldn’t care about the rules and regulations, so I was on the table. With the fulcrum, I finally have more strength to stick to it. The teacher brought me a bottle of milk and a pack of biscuits. I didn’t feel embarrassed to drink milk. I ate a small pack of biscuits. Finally, I have the strength. I think the teacher thanked me. She smiled and said that she was not polite, and also complained that the school was really inhuman. She asked students to get to school so early and didn’t let them eat in the classroom. It was impossible for people with poor health to bear it. It seemed that there was finally someone who understood myself in the vast sea of people. I was so pleased that I almost burst into tears. Tears do not all represent grievance, but also happy for someone to understand his grievance. After graduating from high school, although I didn’t expect to visit that teacher, I didn’t want her to disappear from the world. Sometimes life really catches people off guard. Obviously, it is still a vivid figure. If you turn around, you may be separated from Yin and Yang. The light spots that make up the halo are constantly changing. When one day, all the light spots are burnt out, and there is no new one to supplement, we will finish our whole life. 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…

In March, I have a discussion with the text

In March, when the night was dim, the breeze passed, the rain was fine, the willow branches were shaking lightly, the water sounded leisurely, wearing a green shirt and walking alone on the shore, the world of mortals walked slowly like clouds. Flowers are like smoke clouds. People feel that life is so short until they reach middle age. They are used to walking slowly at night, carrying some elegance and some reverie. They often suddenly move in an accidental moment. Therefore, I give my mood to the words to sort out, the shadow of fragrance marks, warm and lonely, drunk Mo Xuan. Touch your silky warmth in the words, there is always a word that touches me. In the green season, you can touch my sadness more, the beautiful season of life, drunk in the world of mortals, looking forward to staying together is like this. I like the spicy wine, but I am disappointed that I am not strong enough to drink. Under the dim light, I always like to read the verses in the literature Group and drink a few cups in front of me. There is no need for red flowers and green willows, nor villas and mansions. I just want to slowly chew my friends’ words in my warm study by the mellow fragrance of wine. I don’t have the poet Li Bai to borrow love with wine, writing the endless verses, you can’t use the wine to input your deep feelings. A plate of small dishes, a transparent cup, and a toast with the words. The pungent drops are enough to hold my mind. A pot of wine in the flower room, drinking alone without blind date. Raise a toast to invite Mingyue and make a photo of three people. Walking in March, wandering in the vastness of Tang Poetry and Song poetry, I like the verses with neat rhythm such as breeze and Lotus shadow, laughing at the world of mortals, fate, happy people, doctor teachers, etc. I also admire the distant sky and lonely crane, and, teachers such as Rong Hua, Nan Feng, Haiyan and so on express their feelings to poetry forever; Like Dawn, Xiao Feng full moon, red leaves Zhiqiu, Lan Xin still, cool weather, late forest, late autumn, Pacific Ocean, beautiful poems such as Jiangxin waterfall; There are also empty Valley Orchid, cold plum in snow, single fishing cold river snow, snow Ying, like snow, music Chi, dream and cloud, red leaves, clear pool green lotus, cool shade, the intoxicating proses such as Linggu teacher; The justice novels with dreams becoming the wind, elegant, dried plum blossoms and excellent teachers; The grass roots, singing in the snow, and the transmission of love by Haier teacher with words; I was supported by the political commissar of Yayun and the goshawls in the snow field; There was a real interview report by the journalist Meng’er, and there was also a misty look at teacher Hua’s expression of the motherland. Reading the essence of Tang poetry strolling among the graceful and bold, drinking a cup of sake, touching the friendship interaction with each other. My heart has no reason to be relieved. Standing at the end of time, I feel more precious time, slowly feel time, and cherish you and me more. A ray of Moonlight often stirs up layers of ripples. Sometimes the Moonlight cannot shine into dreams. When you are silent, it is always the beginning of missing. A distant miss may become an eternal Myth. If you want to say a lot of words, sometimes you can only bury them with blood. Some feelings, maybe it is destined by God, some start, some are destined to be wrong, some are wrong, and people can’t help themselves. At this time, as long as you drink a glass of wine and read a person’s words slowly, you will turn around and leave for her happiness. Now there is only one more fantasy, looming. In March, I missed a song, intoxicating my heart and breaking my heart. I was speechless. I heard my words and sighed softly. In March, I had a conversation with the words, telling the past of the country path and missing the country, I miss my childhood partners, recall the beauty of my first love, recall the lost relatives, make those memories that are about to disappear clear again, drink a mouthful of wine, listen, the Grand Canal will ring again. The bright moonlight always gives people some thoughts and melancholy. Standing alone on the balcony, I don’t know where my heart wanders? Looking up at the sky, through the stars, which one is your eyes, shallow Whirlpool, instantly spread to my heart, lonely. I always like to integrate the appreciated sentences into the blood, making many unforgettable sentences take root in my heart. In the beautiful March, the spring breeze swept away the chill completely. Because the company needs to plant trees over 100 mu of land, I drove to supervise the project every day and worked in the breeze of March, I often feel that I am back to the embrace of nature, because I can’t rest at noon, I feel physically and mentally exhausted. Maybe, I am really old in March of early spring, and the Sunshine injects hope into those who desire warmth, however, I am still a light thought, a light feeling, and a light walk in my footsteps. I like the light rain in early spring, the soft rain, the light meditation and the light smile in the rain. Raindrops fell on the balcony, giving out beautiful sounds of nature, stretching out and taking a drop into the palm, crystal clear, spotless, I was reluctant to touch, I saw your loneliness in this bright raindrop, your sadness and beauty, hold your hands tightly, and also hold the fragments of your life tightly. The season recycles the vicissitudes of people. If life could come back, I would choose this kind of life, a pot of old wine, a glass, a roll of song lyrics, a history book, a plain, A indifferent. In March, I discussed with the characters, feeling the excellence of Tang Poetry and Song poetry, the refinement of character art and the melodious character in the characters. The vast sea of people, acquaintance is the fate, in the text to meet friends, to make friends with the text, the year and month flow, surging endless footsteps, how many years, how much touched, it is worthy of our heart collection, write Eternal Nostalgia with words. At night, put a clear voice, Dancing with the wine glass and words. Many memories, with the hazy and clear feeling of wine, the wine is strong in the internal organs, rubbing the heart, unforgettable Brand of Snow Plum in the wind and rain. I opened the gate of words with a glass of wine, and touched the feeble sigh with my fingertips. A dream, an emotion, an unforgettable period and a lifetime of concern fell down at the bottom of the Cup, A beautiful figure crept up in a trance and fell down for countless long nights, swimming with the wine glasses. Only the mellow in his hand can understand your words. When I was lonely, wine glasses gave me warmth and words gave me mood. I embraced them and strolled in the world of mortals, waiting for the coming of the day again and again, and welcoming the first dawn of the east again and again. March is full of my worries. I take heaven as the curtain and literature as friends. I drink a cup of wine to friends of Yayun Literature Society and original literature in a good mood, releasing a touch, express a true feeling. 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…

Zifei fish, how can you know that it is sad and happy?

The clear river is rippling, and the fish swim around with their tails. Some people say, see how happy it is! I retorted with a smile, “you are not a fish, how can you know that it is happy and sad? Most of the time, what is displayed in front of people is always the illusion of beauty, because it doesn’t want others to know their true inner thoughts, and it knows that people like it like it now. Therefore, it lives for others and disguises happiness for others. As for happiness? Pain or not? Sad or not? Only it knows the taste. ———— Inscription the East Wind reveals the fish-belly white, indicating that the day’s work hope has begun. They, those women who others think are happy or unhappy; They have already got up. Listening, they played the Symphony of pots and pans gently in the kitchen. Look, they look tired and tired, preparing breakfast for their families while yawning. At this time, men and children still met Duke Zhou sweetly in their dreams. The sun slowly climbed up, lazy. The birds and motors outside the window turned on and the person who got up early and walked around closed the door; Rushed into his ears. Men and children press the soft pillow on their ears fiercer, turn over and sleep. The woman stopped the symphony and walked into the child’s bedroom quietly; She quickly packed up the books and stationery scattered on a table. Then he looked at the young face in deep sleep with great kindness, then went out quietly and took the door quietly. In his bedroom, he crept to open the wardrobe and took out the folded flat and complete man’s clothes; Put it on the head of the bed. The snoring continued, muttering the incomprehensible sleeptalk. Looking at the face that has lived with me for many years, what does it feel like in a woman’s heart? Happiness, happiness, happiness, anger, bitterness, or misfortune? Hey! Really don’t know! It just seems that there is only a feeling of being neither salty nor light in my heart, and it is really strange! To be fair, she thought they loved each other very much, but why was there always a trace of imperceptible sadness in a corner of her heart? Woman shook his head, She sighed lightly and walked out of the bedroom to the living room. He stretched out his hand to pick up a men’s leather shoes from the shoe rack and wiped them carefully …… at 11:40 Noon, men and women almost got off work at the same time; But the child hadn’t come back yet, maybe I’m playing outside or haven’t finished school yet. Let’s see why the couple change their slippers? I don’t want to say that you must have guessed it. It must be a woman running towards the kitchen with vegetables. The man naturally sat on the sofa with the remote control pinched in his hand to change the channel. There is a boxing championship today. It’s not good to watch it. Good! Fighter! Hit him! The man shouted in high spirits, probably because he was tired; He curled up in the sofa and shouted loudly to the kitchen: Wife, give me some water! Maybe the kitchen range hood is very loud, but the woman didn’t hear it. The man was anxious and shouted: Wife, hurry up! Hearing this time, the woman hurried out and asked: what are you doing? I cooking! The man’s eyes never left the TV screen: I’m thirsty, pour me water! Women are also a little angry: Won’t you do it yourself? Didn’t you see that I am busy? The man glanced at the woman out of the corner of his eyes: Do you love me? If you love me, pour me water! You? Women’s anger: what logic is this? Hey! Forget it, don’t argue with him, the kitchen is still cooking! Whether she was willing or not, she still poured water to the man; Turned around and ran into the kitchen, just because she suddenly smelled a scorching smell …… at the reunion of classmates, women sometimes smiled like flowers; sometimes they talked with each other, looking like a happy little woman; It attracted everyone to praise and envy. Who knows what happiness is? It should be based on personal feelings. People think that happiness is just superficial, and the real situation is only known by the parties themselves. In fact, men and women should not be divided into internal and external ones; It is right for everyone to rush to do housework! Why should women do it, but men don’t do it. It does not rule out that women themselves are willing to lock themselves in the housework and sink. For example, the woman above represents the thoughts of some women. Although they have paid a lot, they still complain in their hearts. If two people stumble, they will say nothing if they can get old,, If one day a man can’t stand the temptation from outside, what kind of small three or small four will he do. Women’s grievances are just like floods, what I have paid so much for you, you treat me like that, too heartless and so on. There is still a man who is right: I married a wife, not a servant! What I want is empathy, not those trivial matters of life. Another person said better, that is, the era of male and female owners has already passed. Women’s duty is not to serve men, but to be as good as men. Women, do you hear me? Straighten your backbone, self-esteem, self-confidence, self-love and self-improvement! Everyone has what he called happiness and pain, and everyone has his own dead corner. Almost everyone has something they don’t want to say, and almost everyone wants others to see their bright side; Don’t let others know their real life. What’s more, I’m crying in my heart. The hairpin Phoenix, which has been spread throughout the ages, is no stranger to everyone: the world is thin and the human feelings are evil, and the flowers are easy to fall when the rain sends them to the dusk. The wind is dry, the tears are broken, I want to write down my mind, and I just say something slanting. Difficult, difficult, difficult! People are different, today is not yesterday, the sick soul is often like a swing rope. The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dim, and I am afraid of being asked …… you say she is happy, she says you are happy; Only your heart knows whether you are happy or not. Fish are still swimming around in the water. Do you think it is happy? Raise your eyebrows and ask: Zifei fish, how can you know that it is happy and sad? 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…

Displacement

Blink of an eye, and have been wandering for nearly a month in the loss of time. Unconsciously, August has come to an end again. For many people, the new semester is about to begin. It’s just me, but I’m still looking back, the time I ‘ve passed. Stumbling, ignorant and persistent in the fleeting years, and then watching something once embedded in the deepest part of my heart gradually dissipate, I also really want to try my best to grasp the treasured things that I may never really have, but, all my efforts are worn out in the past insistence, now I really don’t have so much energy to continue the one-man show that nobody cares about! For a long time, I always recalled many things when I was half asleep and half awake, thinking of many people. In my sleep, I always had the same vague figure, which was obviously a beautiful scene, but there was a faint colic in my heart. When I woke up, there were always big tears hanging in the corner of my eyes. Maybe the tears that could not fall down in the daytime were all piled up in my dream. Accustomed to the sweet smile, I seem to forget what tears look like. My friends said that she was a girl with strong self-esteem, and I smiled slightly, so I was not wrong, just like what my friends said, she was a sensitive and sentimental woman, although many careless people don’t take care of it now, some of them don’t exist without thinking about it, and they don’t feel sad if they don’t care! Some things, lost, can no longer have! It seems to be back to the way it was a year ago. I can’t fall asleep until midnight. I huddle up in bed at midnight, staring at some unclear place in a daze with my eyes open. There will be many figures flashing in my mind, then I would like to talk to someone. When I open the phone book and press the dial key, I will have the same pleasant voice to answer the same question and smile gently. At this time, it is the best time to rest. In a trance, I remembered that someone once said that he would not turn off the phone. He pressed the familiar numbers, but quickly closed the phone when hearing the sound of music. We were so close that we couldn’t be sad! My heart is wandering from place to place in my own small world, and I can’t find a place to live. I once thought that if I chose a distant view, there would be no such bright sadness, after staying away, I found that I was so afraid of the alienation and strangeness caused by this. Some people say that the cruelest thing is not parallel lines, but intersecting lines. Indeed, although parallel lines will never have intersection points, they can look at them nearby. This gaze can be affectionate and warm, it will bring happiness sweetness, and the intersecting line will gradually move away after a short intersection. What is pulled apart is the pain and distance torn in my heart, which is becoming more and more unreachable, finally disappeared at the end of life, even a sigh could not be kept! However, I will still choose the intersection line, even if it is cruel, even if it is painful, because that happy and sad memory is so reluctant to abandon! Therefore, in one’s yearning, there are periods of follow-up! Missing is as cold as frost and snow. If the sun shines in the dawn, you and I still have nothing in our hands. Please don’t despair and cherish for yourself! 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…

Happiness comes from the feeling

In the years of great famine and poverty, people can also feel some profound happiness. At that time, what everyone pursued was expecting to have a full meal and add a bowl of hot rice. Pour a spoonful of lard and soy sauce, sit in front of the stone steps in the hall door and savor the fragrance of lard bibimbap carefully. Every grain of rice is full of the fragrance of happiness. It can be seen that the happiness of life does not lie in people’s environment, status and material that people can enjoy, but in how people’s hearts correspond to life. Therefore, happiness is not determined by external things. The poor have the happiness of the poor, the rich have their happiness, the dignitaries have their happiness, and the humble also have their own happiness. In life, everyone has smiles and tears; In life, everyone has happiness and sorrow, which is the real appearance of the human world. When love shines through the cold atrium like the bright sunshine, we will find that love itself is a wave of trembling strings, a kind of spreading of flowers, lasting and warm, but also extend yourself and others. From One Hand to Another, from one person to another. This is the warmth flowing from the depth of the Lover’s Soul. It wakes up a tired trail in the spiritual world, a cold heart, and then, people who are loved will use a warmth like matches in their hearts. To shine on another heart, although sometimes it is so weak, it is also filled with the dawn of warmth and happiness. If you are just a drop of water, but you reflect the colorful light of the sun, let the children see the most beautiful color in the world. For children, how important and happy you are! No matter how tiny or humble you are, you can also compose fairy tales of life and create miracles of life in your own world. Maybe. It is because of you that the world adds a color. You should bravely say to yourself: I am very important, I am a scenery, I am a happy person. Smile and sing the songs of life. Tears should flow for the sadness of others; Kindness should be sent for the kind heart; Sympathy should give the poor poor care and warm the Widowhood and loneliness. Death, disease, injury and unfairness already exist. Moreover, dramas in the name of them are being staged in this world all the time. Some sad or indignant stories once made us cry sadly, but soon we were thrown out of the clouds. Some ugly phenomena. We were once filled with indignation, but soon gave way to something else exciting. All of these, our feelings then cooled down in the air, solidified and fell! No matter how humble your life is, you should face it, don’t avoid it, and don’t curse it with evil words. It is not as bad as you. When you are the richest, you seem to be the poorest. People who love to find shortcomings can find them even in heaven. You should love your life, even though you are poor. Even in a workhouse, you still have a happy, happy and glorious time. The setting sun reflected on the window of the workhouse, as bright as the window of the Rich family; In front of the door, the snow melted in early spring. I can only see that a calm person lives with satisfied and happy thoughts wherever he is like in the palace. The poor in cities and towns often live the most independent and uninhibited life. Perhaps because they are great, they deserve it. Most of them are detached and do not rely on towns to support them. They should regard poverty as flowers in the garden and cultivate like Saints! Don’t look for new tricks, whether it’s new friends or new clothes. Everything remains the same, but we are changing. Your clothes can be sold, but keep your thoughts. The dim light in the morning faded away from the stars on the horizon. At the last moment, the stars are still in the distance telling us the dream of last night, pacifying those who are about to wake up and those who are about to face loneliness. Stars tell us what is quiet beauty, fantasy, romance the first person to wake up to see off for the morning, I hope yes and I hope not, because I am eager to talk with stars quietly, say some touching words hidden in the bottom of my heart, but at the same time, who of us is not eager for that delightful bosom friend? Wouldn’t it be better to see off the morning with them? Chen is about to leave, to the other shore far away from us. We saw him off together with our dear friends. In the ethereal sky and dreamy thinking, we were not sad, except for the slight sadness, because we all knew that there was another world on the other side of the morning. 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…

Stew a bowl of chicken soup to nourish the soul

Stew a bowl of chicken soup to nourish the soul

Cloudy sky, gray clouds, a rainstorm, the coolness gathered together gave birth to loneliness and love dearly. The dispute with him left a lot of sentimental feelings. The passing years, the past time, how many tender feelings were ruined into a scene of devastation. -Wen: before the window, the cold and deep mist lingered on the fingertips. When a person leaned against the window to listen to the rain, the embroidered rain curtain began to be filled with light sorrow, blurred thoughts twined in the sound of rain like sobs. Flash scattered in red dust, bow shallow poetry sings Xinyue King Xi King don’t know. Hide the secret that you don’t know in your heart, so that you can reach out and touch lightly, describe your clear eyebrows, touch the moment you are like jade, face like smoke clouds, pause a little, continue to reach out and touch lightly, so repeatedly wandering here alone, deep in love like crazy. I like to read others’ books, write my own words, write my own feelings about life; Write my own fragments, record every bit of my mental journey; I like to listen to others’ songs, please feel happy, do what you like to do, and love the people you love. I always want to sort out the sensitive nerves carefully, extend the dusty memory, and count those throbbing moments or moving feelings with the tip of the pen; I always want, splice the details of the life process into a unique scene and place it in the attic of memory; Always want to pick up the language fragments scattered on the ground, together with those ruthless passing years, extend them with the most affectionate words… The so-called want to forget is also hard to be free and easy. Forgive me, I can’t let go of the past and the beautiful memories, but in this world, we are so reluctant to leave each other. Through the years, there will always be some people who deserve our attachment, there will always be some things that are unforgettable, there will always be some memories lingering, and there will always be some regrets accompanying us… Heart Like flower, lengxiang exercised. The sound and expression of the old days had already dimmed my sight. When all the hopes were frozen, I quietly felt the tenderness left behind by the fine lines, and mourned for the lonely shadows. And you are always the light and shadow in the diagonal grid, wandering on the edge of dreams and reality. If the verdant locked by time moves the cold plain Moon and clear autumn, then the weak water is three thousand, who will take you and drink out of the world of mortals? There is a little melancholy and a little sorrow in this love, but the love is deep and unforgettable, just because this is the only beginning and end. The rain gradually stopped, the clouds faded away, and the glittering tears quietly touched the clear plain face. In this sad dream, love will go to the barren, and I, I will keep the only love in this desolation. That year self flower pen, and now, dian mo love, full paper xiaoxiao. Life is like water, new ideas are less, love is easy to say. Love words are old and difficult to read every year. Xian to Lancome red bean wine, Xie Chunhua, as if laughing at my silence. Should love be a bowl of chicken soup? After being simmered with slow fire, the fragrance can appear a little bit. It can’t afford a few bites, and it does not stimulate the greasy taste. However, it has to taste it carefully to keep the fragrance on the teeth and cheeks and let the warm flow down. Should we find each other’s advantages in noisy days, understand each other’s feelings when we sit and talk, and find each other’s gentleness in a little care, use time and sincerity to build a platform that can stand down for two people. Only a bowl of soup can warm the stomach and a love like chicken soup can warm the heart. Precipitate the soul, clean the impurities in the eyes, and try to cook a bowl of sweet chicken soup to nourish the soul for love. 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…

Wrote to text

One I am a person who believes in feelings because of words. For literary creators and characters, their feelings are just like people. When I first read the text, the feeling of the text is the reader’s feeling of the author. When I started to write words, I would imagine what my readers would feel after reading my words in the occasional gap. I will fantasies. If my reader is a girl, when her eyes are gently staring at my words, the breeze blows gently, and occasionally there are a few birds standing on the branch, occasionally, a few petals fell on her shoulder. Occasionally, she would laugh intoxicated or cry moved. Under the setting sun, words and her, what kind of scenery should it be. If my reader is a boy, and sweat slips over his face after exercise in the morning, he will find a place quietly, sit down, or lean against the basketball stand on the basketball court, when the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on the words in his hand, what kind of elegance should the words and him be. Of course, this is just the happiest moment for me and my words. Second, I have fallen in love with words for many years, but for many years, I have not written many words. Every time I write, my heart is deeply touched. I won’t write unreal stories, because I can’t outline the subtle feelings brought by subtle plots to readers. Therefore, my writing never takes fiction as the theme, which is not without desire, but just not good at it. Third, I once appreciated a kind of writing, which was very beautiful. That kind of beauty is the shock of soul caused by shallow words. Sometimes there are countless plots flashing in my mind, but unfortunately, my words will not appear like plots. After passing through my youth, I am no longer intoxicated in the sadness of splashing tears. We live in this world. Reality is cruel and growth is hard. I hope my words are strong, kind, real and full of upward power like a ray of sunshine, though subtle, but it can bring warmth to people who come close to me. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…