There is a mother’s love

The songs of childhood will still come out in my dream. I snuggle up in your arms to see your kind face, and my gentle eyes greedily enjoy the warmth, comfort and rich milk fragrance mother, your name makes me burst into tears —— inscription when I was young, I thought that if I became a poet, the first poem must be about you. Write about your young face, your gentle kiss, your pulse and frankincense, and your deep love. And your addiction to me, the skin that makes me intoxicated and your arms that completely release myself. I wander in the Sunshine of Your Love, and you gently call me, which always makes me shake my body and hands happily. You always fondle my face affectionately and cover the corner kicked away by me with a smile. You always sew clothes for me late at night, but I climb up the treetop in it to show off to my friends. I never have to worry about rain, because you will always wait for me outside the classroom with an umbrella after school. You are never willing to beat me. Even if I make mistakes, you will always teach me patiently and gently. When I first traveled to study, I began to miss everything you gave me. The sun, moon and stars you washed beside the well, the blue smoke you lit in the kitchen, the gentle spring breeze and drizzle you sang beside my pillow, your warm hug and your natural fresh smile, your bright and open mind, your serious and sincere hope, and your gradually aging appearance. Time is the most outstanding artist, carving the face of the old tree at the entrance of the village with one knife and one knife, carefully reaching the smallest texture. At the same time, you will also engrave the continuous love and the passing past on your forehead. I really want to lower my head and kiss those textures, so as to relive the little bit of childhood, experience selfless dedication, feel noble watering, recall thick records, and the silent bitterness and pain. However, you never gave me such an opportunity. Even if your hands are full of thick cocoons and your eyes are dim, even if your hair is gray and wrinkles are all over your face; Even if your body is old and your back is gradually bent; even if you keep the loneliness and finally look forward to the child’s short return, you will always replace it with a hug with tears. Hugging is almost the only way for children to repay you. How eager I am to hold my heart to you, how eager I am to sing my love to you, how eager I am to write a poem to praise you. However, everything I can do seems so tiny under your kind care and greetings. My father gave birth to me, my mother gave me a bow, but I was speechless. I could only appreciate it in your most generous gift. There is a kind of love, which contains countless feelings. There is a kind of love that holds up the vast sky. There is a kind of love that irrigates the strong growth. There is a kind of love that hides the bitterness of giving, lasting and affectionate tolerance wishes the world a happy Mother’s Day, and may the children of the world be filial to their parents! Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

To graduation season

The weather in Changsha suddenly became hot until today. The intermittent rainy days in the past and the mixed bright and sunny days formed the main color of the whole graduation season. Speaking of graduation season, in fact, I didn’t really feel the approach of graduation until yesterday when the college held a graduation ceremony, students competed to take graduation photos and had dinner and drink in the class at night. Then, it is really about to graduate, just like a girl who finally agrees to fall in love with you and feels that she is really in love. After getting the degree certificate and diploma, the four years of youth really passed away, and then they could only sink in the Sea of Memories and slowly stir up little spray. Suddenly I also thought of Haizi’s poem: facing the big river, I am infinitely ashamed. I wasted my time and felt tired all my life. Of course, such a state of mind is not like parting, but as unpredictable as the boundless Whirlpool of the future. A kind of reluctant attachment and reluctant farewell, a kind of confusion and ambition, is probably like this. After graduating from high school, I suddenly realized that I just woke up. That kind of awakening is a little bit of darkness brought by the means of thinking about the three years of studying in high school and the college entrance examination. After waking up, he integrated into the vast world of the university. The passion and possibility of freedom led him to rise. But at this moment, after graduating from university, we will face a bigger world, a world with numerous mountains and rivers, which is complicated and strange. And I don’t think like when I was young: I can control the whole world. Instead, I think I should strive to survive, develop myself, and let the halo of life expand gradually in the years. The University raised me in this city: Changsha. The mountains and waters of the city, modern buildings and entertainment facilities, cold and warm weather and ordinary life constitute its edification to me. I want to describe it, but the words are the only ones, not like Paris written by Hemingway or Mao mu, nor Dublin written by Joyce. I just feel that in this city, I left my agitated and confused youth. This kind of time includes destruction and creation, beauty and violence, passion, sweat, acne, games, spirits and so on. The perfection of life lies in that when you recall it, you don’t feel regret. But this feeling is almost impossible, just like the regret that when you find a beautiful woman, you will always feel that her eyes are a little small or her legs are not round enough. If life is full of beauty, we will certainly be satisfied, but sometimes, it is really a mess and naked vulgar. During the four years in college, many outstanding problems still failed to be solved perfectly, many deeply thought questions still had no answers to comfort themselves for a long time, and many things still failed to be realized according to the ideal, this is the side of regret, which is helpless and self-sad. Therefore, I often dilute it with the beautiful side, such as those quiet reading days in college, the love between you and me, the time when I played basketball with my classmates all afternoon, and the continuous running away and traveling. Therefore, when recalling, the past is like a gorgeous butterfly dancing and dancing, and constantly teach yourself the truth of life. 18 to 22 years old is the golden age of my life. At that time, I believed that I could live vigorously, I believed in the justice and conscience of the world, and I believed in the existence of all good things such as tolerance, sincerity and pleasure. At the same time, I also felt that in the face of fate, I should really do something to obtain my persistent existence. 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…

Growth of the ladder

Learning is a kind of enjoyment for me, I am think so. I spend most of my day reading books and have a wide range of reading interests. No matter in the morning or in the evening, as long as I am given a book I like, I will be intoxicated without hesitation immediately. There are a lot of books in my home, about four or five bookshelves. In my childhood memory, I often held those thick books with my immature hands. Until my mother told me that I needed to eat, I forgot whether it was Chinese food or lunch. Everyone has the depression and frustration of childhood, and of course there is also a happy time of being cared for and carefree. Just like the most gorgeous flowers, there are flowers blooming and falling, and there are also times when wind blows and rain blows. For a long time, I wanted to go back to my childhood. How happy it would be if time could hold the brilliance of that moment. Don’t worry about whether it will rain tomorrow, whether the lecture notes urged by the boss can be handed in, and don’t feel lonely and helpless for losing friends. In the eyes of childhood, there were only bright spring, flying kites and playmates, so that they forgot their homework that day, later, it was very late. My father was still patiently tutoring my lessons under the lamp, while my mother paved clean bedding for me. There was also a bottle of fragrant Gardenia branches in the room. I think my father would certainly blame me for my playfulness, but he just patiently encouraged me. He told me that the key to study was to be self-disciplined, and I didn’t have any ideological burden the next day, on the contrary, I feel that I have grown up a little bit. In the process of growing up, I always yearned for the Swallow in the sky, a fairy between heaven and earth. Just like Gorky, he always sits by the seaside and watches the flying sea swallow. I remember when I just read “Haiyan”, I only knew that the article was beautifully written. Gradually, when I put aside the hazy sight of my childhood, I thought I might have understood the heart of Haiyan. A holy angel growing up with children. My thoughts gradually enriched, as if food was put into the warehouse. I insisted on reading every day, and also wrote a lot of reading notes. I always go for a walk in the park every morning. In the refreshing air, I read quietly to see the goddess in my heart. At this time, she always sits in the pavilion of the park on time, and pulls her violin happily by herself. The piano is melodious and melodious. Although she looks handsome and meaningful, she can’t see me who is close at hand, because she is a blind girl. Her piano sound not only did not make me distracted about reading, but also stimulated my confidence and enthusiasm for learning. Until one time, she said to me: This gentleman has been standing outside for a long time, come in and have a rest! I was surprised and said: can you see me? She said: I just feel it. In order not to disturb others’ morning exercises in the park, I always came very early every day. At this time, there was always a gentleman who came earlier than me, and he listened to my practice quietly not far away, just because of this, when I felt uncomfortable when practicing piano, I would stick to it for the sake of this audience. This gentleman must be you! I have to thank you, thank you for accompanying me. At this time, I realized that everyone might pass on a kind of power support to others inadvertently. While he was sticking to art, it not only cultivates others’ body and mind, but also trains their own talents. Later I wanted to write an article for this beautiful girl. Although I didn’t know her name, I thought of her beautiful piano and miserable fate, I can’t describe how many times I write. Until a disease took away her pedantic life ruthlessly, there was no purest confidant in my park. There are only memories left in my diary. A eighteen-year-old life disappeared like this. She once told me that she hoped to see colorful rainbow. I know her wish has come true now, and the colorful rainbow is accompanying her now! Is she playing her violin in the sunset? The sound of the song was still lingering, and the fragrance of the Yiren faded away from the Jade. The newly opened flower was instantly damaged in the storm. How many comforts do I need to take to heal my sadness? I was addicted to books as before. Xinhua bookstore seemed to be a big encyclopedia with all kinds of knowledge. In the comfortable air conditioner, I read some prose novels and various poems, and I also read the foreign language that I dislike most when I have time. During this period of time, I learned the staves, looking at the life with beating notes one by one, which made me no longer lonely and helpless in the sea of learning. Reading gives me another starting point, a new beginning in my life. Learning makes me see the changes of the world, the reincarnation of the four seasons, understand the struggle, know how to cherish, and more for the possession of tomorrow…… 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…

我曾经那么幼稚,也许刚开始就是错

当眼角的泪水还在静静的流淌的时候,想着你对我说的那样的话,我真的好伤心!在你的眼中我就是那样的小人吗?我高中三年的同学交往换回的是被你说我利用她啊!我敢哪你们女生做档箭牌去防卫我这个没有身高没有长相只有瘦弱的身躯的小人啊!我活的确实很悲哀啊我只会卖弄自己的一点学识去侃得你们乐眯眯,我不该高调的去在整个有你们的世界里张扬自己多么爱出色!我更不该无节制的走近你们那容不得半点玩笑的世界,去打扰你生活中本该有的平静。我不配做伟大的你的朋友,因为我做你的朋友有目的,我会拿你去做垫脚石把自己垫的老高老高去摘天上的星星送给别人。 是的,一个男生不能对一群女生好的,否则会被说很花心,否则有人会把醋意往你的生活里泼,弄得你本来很自然的生活也酸溜溜了。一个好男生不能对一大群女生好,一个好男生只能守着自己的含羞草冷冷落落的开中间不能有其她女生的笑!一个好男生在面对自己喜欢的人更不能害羞故作伤感,故意在对方面前和别的女生大声的有说有笑。 天被你的话给播到了内心深处,我很感动,我感动的连眼泪都忘了擦干。我很感谢你的针尖话语挑破了我虚伪的面容,让我幸福的找不到着落我很感谢你让我不再那么幼稚,是的,我曾真的好幼稚,我为什么要在你们面前屡次出丑呢,还傻瓜般的和你们分读我的故事,还骗着你们说自己很幽默,说自己多么男生,又明知道自己多么差劲还义无反顾的在你们面前装帅以博得你们的同情。我太爱出风头了,真的!我出生本来就是很伤感的,我不配有自己的意中人,我只配做小猫小狗,谁叫我那么好吃,吃了你还不够还算计着她。 是啊!谁叫我是刁民啊!我是坏孩子啊!我以和你无法比拟的成绩进入三流大学还自吹读书很累很用功,连在说说里写下自己的心情就犯错了。我真的很容易啊!我容易被你看穿,容易被你说我好坏,被你开始讨厌,被你开始数落,被你不理睬!我不该在春天里放飞梦想,我只配在冬天里被冰封,我不该在夏天抽出新叶,我只配在秋天里缓缓凋谢。 我没有你想想的那么好,你想想中的人的高度我也企及不到。如果我在某个黄昏里伤害了你的那个最好的朋友,那我甘愿对你的朋友说一万个对不起,如果一万个还不够,你可以用最鄙视的方式嘲弄我! 这几年来我没有一场恋情,我总是以最古老的方式在自己那不知翻了多少遍的日记里写下她的样子,我会暗暗地偷笑!因为我也开始有自己喜欢的人了。但世上好多事就是那么偶然,在你不经意中发生。我会每晚高兴的和你还有你的好友说笑,然后随着我的浅入,你开始以为我对你的朋友有意思。然后你就开始每天开我的玩笑,我也傻瓜的去呵呵大笑。当我接过你朋友的零食后,当我和你的朋友写小纸条后,当我和你的朋友一起拍照后,当我拿着你朋友的饭卡高兴的去打夜宵后,当我吃过午饭在教室和你朋友闲聊后,当你又胡扯后,当你朋友安慰受伤的我后,当你拿着书本拍我开我玩笑后,我今天的悲剧就这样上演了。你站在电脑的那端骂我,我站在手机的这头问为什么。然后我看见自己哭了,然后我发现自己真的错了,我曾经太幼稚了! 不该走近你们的童话世界,因为我不是你们的白马王子,我把你们那美丽的童话世界弄得如此苍凉。我不该参与你们的生活,我应该在行舟的那时孤零零的漂向远方。然后远方深处听不见你们的声音,你们也看不见我邋遢的背影。我们各自沿着自己的轨道前行,没有交集。可远方空灵,那行驶的船只找不到自己想要到达的地方,然后胡乱的停泊,船又偶地相遇。但一只船如泰坦尼克号撞到冰山,曾经的美好只属曾经! 我真的不知道你今天为何要这样骂我。是的,我明白你是个直心肠的女孩,你也有自己不失的文雅,可是我就真不明白你要如此把尖酸刻薄的话往我心里塞。难道你曾经也受过伤啊!哦,对了,你被男生骗过?你讨厌男生太虚情假意,可是你不能过于偏激啊!你不能否认我以朋友的名誉去真心和你还有你的朋友相处啊!你不能因为我的一时幼稚而拿我的错来惩罚完全我否定我啊!我真有那么虚伪吗? 我本来就是个爱心痛的人,虽然我有是很大度,也很包容,但我也有时很脆弱啊,说真的我连自己都摸不透自己,更不用说你摸的透我了。如果我真的有错,你可以好好跟我说啊,也不至于出口那么狠,你就是这样对待男生的啊?如果那个男生其实并不坏,那你有没有想过你那样做会极度让那男生自卑难过啊!你是不是一直都看我不顺眼啊?我承认在你面前我不够花枝招展,我不能吸引你的眼球。我只会惹你如此生气。 朋友,呵呵!我真不明白到底是我巴结你还是我巴结你的那朋友。你知道那样做会惹得我从你们的世界消失吗,一个人结个同性朋友不容易,接个异性朋友更不容易啊!在你的朋友观里,就是不允许朋友犯点错吗?再说了你就敢大胆断定朋友真的欺骗过你吗?在你的朋友观里是不是容不下半粒沙子啊,如果那样我真的感到很悲哀,因为我就是那半粒沙子啊!如果一个人当着自己的朋友说那很让人接受的话,你这样做是不是有点过火啊!朋友有错,也不至于那么狠心吧!哦,事实证明你从来就不把我当朋友。而我却一直傻傻的把你当朋友! 在我们的那班里我有这样一个朋友,一个同性朋友!我清晰的记得有个朋友狠狠的打过我,打我的时候是在蓝天的食堂门口,打我的力度足以平平整个春天的风声,说真的,那时我真恨自己那么调皮,我把他的雨伞抢走在风雨中跑他就在风雨中生气的追,刚开始我还以为和他开个玩笑他不会认真。可当他的巴掌那么瞬间而又力道的打在我后脑上时,我傻了,我很伤心的把那该死的雨伞重重的扔在地上,然后我就落汤鸡般在风雨中狂跑。 自那时我没理过他,我很恨他,我甚至想用刀子杀了他。可我这个人就是永远狠不下心来,当他在QQ里主动和我发话时,我却又原谅了他,我忘了那一直在我头上痛了一周的头包。我从不拿朋友的一时的错来忘记朋友对我的一时好,虽然我和那些朋友有很多次的矛盾,可是感性动物的人啊,就是在矛盾中把朋友的深情扎的更牢今天你伤害我到了极点,我情愿你往我脸上狠狠的甩几个耳光也不愿听你恶狠狠的声音,说我是小人,说我利用朋友! 我知道不要把别人的话往心里去,走自己的路让别人去说,可是伤害我的不是普通人啊而是我一直认为很和我要谈的来的朋友啊!我伤不起,你也伤不起!你的那朋友也伤不起!如果朋友的我真的有不地道的地方还真希望朋友的你原谅,你不要死死的记住朋友的坏,你而要时时想想朋友的好!我也承认自己对你有点直来直去,因为我很懂你也是个直来直去的人。我错了好吧,我错的一塌糊涂!那只能怪我曾经幼稚啊! 这天醒来,没有和平时一样,整个人像瘫痪了一样。窗外扯破了喉咙的秋风声拼了命的撞击着寝室的玻璃,呼呼狼嚎,刹那间疼痛的感觉袭遍了我的全身。当我缓缓的把那冰凉的小手放在自己的额头上时,我不觉自己的头真的好烫,我生病了?是啊!从小到大的我,身体一直很差,我就像久经病场的战士一样在前线上被放倒但又在前线上复活。我常常怨恨自己为什么长不高,为什么那么瘦,那么弱。 我托着疲惫不堪的脚步下了楼,去上课。外面的风刮的更猛,紧个吹拉我那单薄的衣服,我在风中打着寒颤,风在我的寒颤中更加发怒。但我并没有认命,因为我清楚的明白我是来上学的,我是来学技术的。我不能因为感情上带给我的创伤而消失了往日的信心满满。我要好好学习,我要把医学学通,无论前方的路多么难,学医多么累烦,我也不能在这样的小沟里倒下,要倒也要在未来几十年后倒下。无论外面的世界对我怎么个打击法,我还是会强忍住痛楚和孤独去上好每堂课,搞好每个课外的东西。 说来也是,这所学校没有很多好看的风景唯独给我留下最深的印象是这里的风很大。学校是坐落在赣江旁,赣江的水不是十分清,哗啦的流水声,一浪拍打着一浪。卷起的秋波,一次次打湿了站在窗内的我的眼睛。我轻轻地打开点窗,江风便像渴了很久的孩子一样拼了命的往里挤。吹乱了我的头发,没有解读一个少年的风情。 曾经多少次,少年为了青春为了情爱写下多少诗篇,当一篇篇唯美忧伤的诗歌被装钉成册之后就一直静躺在了那紧闭的书柜里。没有被翻读过,有时别人看到的只是那偷跑了出去的,而大部分都被我这个伤感之人囚禁了。因为我不想让别人总看到我的忧伤面,我要把我的幽默和开朗的一面在世人面前展示,即使不能逗笑自己也要逗笑我的朋友,我的家人,我的同学这一天没有像想象中那么糟糕,至少我学到了好多,我并没有像他人一样,病狗般趴在桌上,眼睛直瞪着手上的杂七八糟的东西。虽然这天我感觉到很累很累,可是我还是没有把心中的痛和身上的痛在他人面前表现,我只是把这些写在这里,写在这有我梦想的地方。既然我是个容易受伤的孩子,我就该好好把自己选择了的专业学好,虽然医治不了精神之痛,但我可以通过解决肉体之痛来缓和我的精神之痛。 虽然我不能给每个人看好病,但我要给在我手里的生命尽自己最大的责任。这也许就是我所从事工作的使命感,这也是我在受伤之后唯一感到心安的一点。再说了,我也可以通过自己的爱好去抒发情感,也许我的笔风是沉郁的,但我的沉郁可以更好的让自己反醒自己,让自己在今后的日子里生活的更好。当然笔风沉郁的人并不代表他对生活是失去信心的,二者不能同等。同等的只能是说对生活失去信心的才会笔风沉郁。 我那么年轻,脚下的路那么长,我怎能因为青春中一些表现出来的忧伤而丧失了对生活的美好向往呢?我只不过会发泄下罢了!当然发泄的我,态度太不好,因为我也很不文雅。我用过急的语言反伤你,也用致命的感情伤害我自己。我就像刀子手一样,在宰割你的同时,也宰割了我自己。我非常痛恨自己为什么那么爱记恨,我真不大男子主义啊!我应该好好的跟你还有你的朋友聊下,聊虽然不是最好的方式,但是聊至少不会失去彼我,至少我们还很恋旧。 枫叶被秋风割落,枫叶虽然很难过,但枫叶不想就这样失去秋风,因为枫叶还要等来年的春风将他又一次唤醒。枫叶还恋着秋风,虽然他们互相各自抱怨,但我相信他们并不会想在生命中走丢彼此至少他们一起来到过这世上,还相处了那段日子。 当我写下这些乱七八糟的东西时,其实我也是出于自然,我并不想通过文字的方式去抱怨你对我的不满,我只希望当你一个字一个字浏览时你能感受的到你的同学,我在你面前受了伤!受伤不是罪过,而是我的脆弱。谁叫我曾经幼稚啊!如果我们当时没有走近也许我们不会发生争执,但如果我们不走近,那我们也不会有那么多美好的真情记忆啊!在我的记忆深处总有那么一群青春的少男少女,他们舞动的翅膀划过了我那个不曾丢失的时光,然而还是会有那么一群伤感的人在孤等快乐! 寻寻觅觅寻不到,秋天来了,整个人一遇到点不快乐就如此不能了断,非要弄出点伤心的事来写写就很感觉很爽似的。我也真讨厌自己,讨厌自己终结不了,非要把插旧的事重新翻出来找别人算账,要让全世界的人知道一样!如此悲哀啊! 我真的对自己这样的做法很失望毕竟你和我是同学朋友一场啊!何必弄得如此悲剧呢,想想真的很不值。对了,如果你在某个冲动的时刻打开我的空间看到我所写的这些落败的文字你会不会很难过啊!我真不明白到底是你欺负了我还是我欺负了你!我只知道我现在是在用文字伤害你。毕竟你和我是同学朋友一场啊!何必弄得如此悲剧呢,想想真的很不值。 对了,如果你在某个冲动的时刻打开我的空间看到我所写的这些落败的文字你会不会很难过啊!我真不明白到底是你欺负了我还是我欺负了你!我只知道我现在是在用文字伤害你。当然,你也很有可能在某个不清明的日子又嘲弄我,然后我又问你为什么,你没有给我理由,只是一个味的说我是小人,我拿你朋友的好心去交给别的女孩的心里,还炫耀自己是多么伟大!我便躺在床上流着眼泪,读泪湿枕头的故事! 不过总算到了国庆长假的日子了。我不用如此忍受孤寂去生活,我可以坐在驶向家乡的那列车,暂时离开这所有过伤害发生在我头上的伤心之地。我把泪水洒在后面,当一声声长鸣声响起时,我相信痛苦会离我远去,快乐会随之来临。但当我想背着包跑上车时司机却说车上塞的太满了,装不下了!我呆若木鸡,忽然又一阵伤心跑进了我心中,我万不情愿的走下车,肩上的包忽然重了许多,压的我整个人喘不过气,我又要在这里度过我的伤心之夜啊!我愤怒的到了极点。于是我在往回的路上一个劲的摇头,说自己好失败! 真不知道十月的南昌有这么冷,秋风瑟瑟,烟雨蒙蒙,一阵阵微寒直捣我的心窝,没有完全病好的我,猛地咳嗽。想着最近的失意我真的有点埋怨这世界。 夜,没有月光的夜,窗外一片片金光穿梭在城市夜空。我守着你给伤,又要到下一个天亮! 赞 (散文编辑:雨袂独舞) 春之消雪 春之消雪,多了 遥念,欲说还休。遥念,就在那片雪原之上。雪还真是很美,到底是春天… 等待 等待,是一种坚守,执着于某种信念而不离不弃。可能因为某一种承诺,也有可能因为某一… 要善于倾听不同的声音和意见 我于10月6日 发表 了一篇 游记 散文 :《 满眼 秋色 美如画》,不少 文学 网站 得到了… 读《廊桥遗梦》 “当白蛾子张开翅膀的时候,可以来找我,随时都可以”。我想,如果我是一个男人,当收… 从今天开始,我要快乐 很早以前囫囵吞枣读过《呼兰河传》,记得当时心情着实沉重了好久,具体是哪些人物引起… 得病的时日 这两天接二连三的打喷嚏,我说是有人在念我,别人都说我有病,最后医生也说我有…

I like women

International Women’s Day is coming, and I dedicate an article to my female compatriots on this festival every year. Today, I wish my female compatriots a happy holiday and a happy life. To be honest, I like women, really! I often describe women like this: women are the flowers of the world. Women decorate our world and enrich our life. In the Internet of life, I have contacted all kinds of women. I am grateful to women for giving me life; I am grateful to women for giving me courage; I am grateful to women, it is women who give me elegance; I am grateful to women who give me life; I am grateful to women who give me passion. There is no world without women, and there is no continuation of life without women. I like beautiful women. A beautiful woman is a blessing given by God and a blessing for a woman’s whole life. Her muscle such as snow white, slim graceful, hei fa ru pu, beautiful eyebrows almond eyes, eyes with beads, chun hong chi bai, breasts waist, chenyuluoyan, biyuexiuhua. Beautiful woman, who doesn’t like it? Mother worm, sister-in-law Gu, Mother Night fork, Sun Erniang, a Zhang Qing Hu San Niang, who dares to compliment? Of course, the old saying goes: beauty is a disaster. In retrospect, there are quite a few beautiful women who die badly. Way back Gongjin year, xiao qiao chu jia, heroic bearing, was very pleased. It was said that Cao Cao’s motive of leading troops to the south to attack Soochow was to capture Jiangdong Erqiao and hide Jiao in tongquetai. Unfortunately Zhou Yu short-lived, beauty Missy sad fate! Yang Yuhuan married his son and served his father. As a result, a white twill suffocated this delicate flower in Ma yingpo. The Emperor Ming of the great Tang Dynasty watched concubine die like this? The king can’t be saved by covering his face, looking back at the blood and tears flowing, Yang Yuhuan, you died of beauty! I am read with heart that Diao Chan was circling between Dong Zhuo and Lv Bu. Diao Chan has a little cherry and a little crimson lips, and two rows of broken jade spray Yangchun. She frowned slightly, and was fascinated by Dong Zhuo and dumped Lv Bu. However, Kaige played Fengyi Pavilion to successfully complete the plan of promoting LV to kill Dong, which was quite dangerous and difficult. Later, Cao Cao solved Lv Bu in the white gate tower, Guan Yu killed Diao Chan, and Diao Chan with the beauty of closing the Moon died like this! Mrs. Qi, Liu Bang’s beloved concubine, was cut off by LV Hou. She couldn’t ask for death, and it was difficult to survive. Pitiful! Besides, Yu Ji, Lin Daiyu, Xue Baochai, Pan Jinlian and so on are all beauties? They are all poor people! Even so, how many men still like beauty, and the beauty of women is mainly appreciated by men. Women are the ones who like them. There is no need to say more about the advantages of beautiful women. Anyway, beautiful women are beautiful, watch comfortable. To say, this is not a shame. It should be natural for men to like beautiful women. Sometimes, I feel much better when I see a beautiful woman. Which woman does not want to be beautiful? Which man doesn’t like beautiful women? I like quiet women. The Book of Songs says: a fair lady, a good gentleman. Quietly doing the things that women do, quiet loving husbands and teaching children, quiet work, quiet dealing with people. Quiet is not solitary, but a feeling of quiet and dignified. What a quiet woman makes a man feel is warmth and nature. I don’t like the Twittering women, the spitting stars and the nagging women. Quietness does not mean weakness. She does not like women who are enslaved, oppressed, insulted, slaughtered and slaughtered in obscurity. Liu Lanzhi in “Peacock flying southeast” was oppressed by her mother-in-law, wandering in five steps; Tang Wan, a talented woman, also had no choice but to make mistakes, and died of depression; In “A Dream of Red Mansions”, Mrs. Xing, Jia She’s wife, it was just because Jia He took a fancy to the mandarin ducks beside Jia’s mother that she hurriedly drew up the song in person, which was really good enough to follow the four virtues. It was too virtuous! They can’t say that they are quiet, but they are too weak. Should women be honest, obedient, obedient and obedient, only stubborn, timid, low-eyed, and live with a low voice? What I like is a quiet and resilient woman. Sometimes, the way a woman reads quietly attracts men. The girl stands quietly under the tree, which is almost the scenery. I like women who speak softly, giving people a feeling of weakness but quietness. Such women have a power, which is to let men enjoy the glory of her maternal nature and associate with such women, men can overcome fickleness and be much calmer. I like women with self-restraint. With conservation, women are not only flowers, but also the sea, which can accommodate a lot. It also makes the man who loves her feel the power of tenderness. Such a woman is a treasure, who has self-restraint, taste, understand life and know how to live. Getting such a woman is a man’s greatest happiness. The communication of soul is eternal. The beautiful appearance may let time wash away, but the beautiful soul will make people feel more and more warm. Women who don’t like shrews, and don’t like gossip, most of these women are less cultured, and such women are really unbearable. A cultured woman is a wise woman. Wisdom is the most important thing for human beings. A wise woman knows the true meaning of being a man and doing things, can withstand the temptation of a colorful world, and will not follow the trend. I like women with literary talent. Women with literary grace were covered with mysterious gauze. Li Qingzhao, who was thinner than Huang Hua, still shed a tear of lovesickness last year. Of little su mei. I am very important Bi Shumin, who doesn’t admire me? Who doesn’t admire Zhang Ailing’s talent, Yi Shu’s sensitivity and Bing Xin’s sagacity? A woman with literary talent is brilliant. Her eyes may not be gentle and affectionate, but her eyes are wise and calm. Her behavior may not be graceful and dignified, but her speech is smart and smart. She subsidized the red makeup, not the pretty lady, but the pages of the book were open and closed, and her thoughts were shining with the paper and ink. The women didn’t let the eyebrows not only in the battlefield, like pink muscle and Jade bone, you can dance the pen and ink articles very beautifully. The ancients concluded very well: piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, proficient in everything. Who doesn’t praise such a woman? I like women, the lingering of women, the romance of women, the warmth of women, the generosity and humor of women. 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…

Love of success

In the evening, my husband couldn’t eat at home because he went to the mine for inspection, and only our son and us were left at home. Taking my son back, cooking, eating, washing, checking his homework and so on were all carried out in such an orderly manner. We felt lonely and calm in our hearts. Maybe we have been used to this kind of life. I kept busy, my son was sitting on the sofa watching TV, feeling a little lonely in the room. Mom, when will my dad come back? Why hasn’t he come back yet? My son asked me from time to time when watching TV. Dad went to the mine, and it took a long time. I told my son. My son stopped talking and continued to watch his TV. After I packed everything up, I told my son to go to bed. When I just got to bed, he took a book, and I took a book. Only the sound of turning books and the ticking of clocks were heard in the room. Time slipped over while we were turning over books. Looking at the time, I said: baby, go to sleep. We have to get up early to go to school tomorrow! My son was very obedient. He closed the book and lay on the bed against me. Mom, why hasn’t Dad come back? He can’t drink bars? He won’t be unable to find a home after drinking too much, will he? Son said. I smiled and said to my son: Silly boy, how could dad drink? He was working, and it would take a long time to go to the mine. Dad had to take a bath after he went up the well, and also had to make work records, besides, I don’t know which mine to go to today. Maybe it’s too far! My son seemed to know something, though he still didn’t know what the mine looked like to him. I said: go to bed early. Dad will come back when you fall asleep. I picked up the phone and checked the time at 10: 30. My son continued: Mom, does dad really know how to drink bars? When he comes back after drinking too much, you should quarrel again. I am most afraid of your quarrel. At this moment, my heart thumped, I couldn’t tell what I felt in my heart, and I was no longer anxious for my son’s delay in sleeping. My son’s words seemed to open the gate of five flavors in my heart, but more is a kind of sour pain. The Silent Night made my heart more lonely, and its silent arrival brought me more guilt for my son. I didn’t expect that, the invisible shadow brought to my son by letting my own mouth and mind vent is constantly hurting the child’s young heart. I stroked my son’s head and said, “go to sleep, my son. I’m not afraid. My parents won’t quarrel, and I won’t quarrel any more. My son huddled up, stroked my arm with his chubby little hand, put his face on my chest, and fell asleep with his eyes closed. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Slow

Tired of travel, they want to mind to do a few days curtilage female. Even if not go out, also can do many interesting things. For example, birthday, friends paintbrush painted cartoon wall. Double recently write articles, received letters. Finishing drawer, wardrobe, see a plot plain literary piece, such as “peacock”, “Peony Pavilion” Mirror carefully comb my hair, changing a set of sheets, quilt cover, another mood on the shelf green tea is the second tank, brought from home rhino horn comb lost, peach comb is third on the roll now, always wear of suet Jade, also early had been taken off a. Open Microblogging, space, everywhere in forwarding life truth, future planning, love psychology, sometimes we really like lying on the window bees, clearly see light, but couldn’t find way out. Summer and Winter, is most likely to make people feel slow season, winter, often think of old house under the window lazily reclining banjiu red velvet insole, new slices of sweet potato along eaves tile neat stocked with, such as Sun drained water, sweet potato slices became hard and sweet, these things make people deep down produce slow feeling. Summer afternoon time always is particularly slow, as hands this Cup all afternoon fail to finish honey jasmine tea. Evening, with our feet warm not scattered of Lake, the horizon is sunset of crimson, Qin lake of water turbidity Xi, can wash wu zu. Very interesting a glass of water, a book, a piece of paper, a pen, a P3, a person, is a afternoon. See the book of songs, watch statements insomnia, may statements is Sneezing. Worry mourning and can’t sleep, Ru thinking my heart so. A sneeze, is someone at this time in Miss You. But, Miss am such as a sneeze so simple remember when I was very small, home has this inserting a comic of Tang poetry san bai first, I of a poem interested: health and southern red beans, spring hair a few branches. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick. I remember the side of the illustrations is a wearing blue outfit of poet, looked gloomily window of Willow. For a long time think of this poem name is “red bean”, with young telepathy, vaguely of red beans health and southern five word has subtle feelings, as if there indistinct sad haunting. Although don’t understand poetry why, is very like and repeatedly importantly and chanting: health and southern red beans, spring hair a few branches. Later, just know this poem titled Love Sick, who write poetry called Wang Wei, living far away place of Tang dynasty. In A Dream of Red Mansions chapters wrote, said, along feet slip-diameter came to a gate to his, I saw Pteris Sensen, Dragons thin, lifted up his eyes look door a look, saw plaque written on Xiaoxiang Pavilion words. Baoyu walk into, saw xiang lian chui di, quiet unmanned sound. Go to window, think a wisp of fragrance from Bi screens in secretly revealing, Baoyu will face to the window screen, and looking in faint, ear suddenly listen to thin after a long sigh channel: daily home emotion sleep drift off. Sanda Baoyu listened to feel heart itch will up, looked again, saw Daiyu in bed stretching. Baoyu in window laughed: why daily home emotion sleep drift off ‘? Spoke, xian lian sub-came in. Daily home emotion sleep drift off, pin er this one sound deep sigh, really of the provocative people mind straight itch. Recently took up like listening to Danny Song, life can not self-determination, just like you, life desires these oldies Goldies when they think of at home, dad is a record fan, home filled with all kinds of record. CD PLAYER also are very old, is mom and dad wedding when bought. More than ten years, sound quality or very good. Heard in the distant Shangri-La snow mountain foot, herders there all do not finish the farm work. Their side singing old songs, side cut wool, milk cows,, no hurry also not dry. There is the slow allusions, millennia ago, five dynasties of Lin ‘An, West Lake embankment flowers of terraced rice paddies, hang around spring Yue princess had received letters: Mo flowers, can slowly go Yi. Mo flowers butterfly fly, Jiangshan Judah is ancients non. Adherents a few degrees vertical grow old Tour women’s long song slowly go. Has for delay King to Lu, Judah song slowly concubine home a person for a long time, often take some words to comfort themselves, Wu previous not remonstrance, know arrivals of traceability. Knowledge lost its not far, feel this is and yesterday Non-this article, with a continuous writing a long time. Finally today to close a tail. Slow, slow, I am how think, how want time and then slow some 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…

Still bright flower

I have never disturbed my mood the peaceful life I am waiting quietly for the night and the day continue to last forever it is nothing worth or not nothing can’t there be nothing love or not life is still so you can laugh happily 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…

Dark blue black velvet

The bright eyes dyed with ink stared at the Butterfly with broken wings on the black velvet, and the mood slowly unfolded suddenly became irritable and crazy; The roaring entanglement expanded rapidly. The twisted plain face, bitter pale, condenses into a steep iceberg, and the images of the past flood like the tide; Jumping and replaying the unbearable sun, moon and stars. The trembling heart was suffering in pain, and the cold curtain of fireworks burst out the bloody scene of black, white and red. She was dressed in white and dreamlike snow; Against the black velvet dyed with ink, she became more and more dazzling; Just like the waking spirit on the piano keys, which contrasted the perfection of both sides. Hold the sharp short blade with the right hand, and touch the blade with the left hand; It seems to whisper softly with it. Light as the cold and cold light like a sheep, it directly focuses on the gentle chivalrous spirit of the misty rain and the Swordsman heart which is always carried by itself. She stared at the cold shadow with blue faint and soul-catching, and the light in her eyes was remote, deep, bright and somewhat confused. The tight lips suddenly burst into a smile, which influenced the subsequent determination. The cold sharp blade inserted into the body fiercely, and the cold shiver killed the bright glitter of the holes. The bright red splashed on the black velvet wantonly smeared the body of the butterfly with broken wings as thin as wings. The red blood on the chest of the white-clad dreamy snow rapidly solidifies, magically sketching the Mandala in bud. However, the ink-dyed black velvet was a little purplish red, but it was like a bleak plain thin and easy-to-fold small flower. The butterfly with broken wings turned out to be motionless; There was a faint gasp. And who? Do you love the whole city? Die’s weak smile didn’t answer, and her bloody eyes shone with the light of firm determination of hope and longing. Slowly waking up the dreamy snow and stumbling, struggling to raise his arms and pull open the black velvet curtain; The sunshine instantly spread all over his heart. Touching the wound, I suddenly smiled comfortably and stumbled into the embrace of nature. Didn’t you commit suicide? No, no, no, no. She wanted to cut a bright and clear Green Channel exit bravely for her years of depressed entanglement, pain, depression and sadness, so as to let the deep red blood cover the vicissitudes of spiritual years, let the pain like split silk cover the despair of thought; Let the cut nerve stimulate the numb hope. Only when you hurt can you feel pain, and only when you feel pain can you be strong. The colorful tassels under the black velvet were crazy with ink color, and the helpless regret kissed the dark soul deeply. The free bird flew over the head, leaving a clear wailing. The lingering bamboo forest divides the steady and firm melancholy, containing some kind of power and hope that cannot be explained clearly. Waiting for the wandering sunset of life, spraying the curtain of blue imagination; I danced lightly under the cover of the night to make the stars and moon. The black velvet in the eyes reveals a touch of imaginary dark blue, as if the sky of Provence is far away. Who is suddenly enlightened in the vast sky? Who is the source of epiphany? The galloping emotion moistens the dry wasteland, and the magnanimous and natural romance moistens the dull years of life; True love and true love are our eternal attachment and beauty. Love is like songs and feelings, and what can be seen faintly is the intoxicating territory of the faint sunset by the sea. The dark blue black velvet made my incomparably chaotic and noisy mood calm down; Washed my restless heart…… 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…

Before the window that strains Poplar

As the years went by, my emotion for the poplar in front of the window became deeper and deeper. Floating between heaven and earth, I was just like a small tree transplanted into this apricot forest, which was the time when Jiamu was beautiful and overcast. At that time, what left me a deep impression was that the poplar in front of the window, which was only as thick as a bowl, was alone in the grass on the slope, stretching its branches firmly and vigorously, the flexible leaves spread evenly on the branches, bringing people the luxuriant green and a fresh and meaningful freehand brushwork. My job was to take charge of the office, and I had to spend more time writing and drawing. At that time, the verdant green brought me endless inspiration, those cool green shades brought me peace of mind. When there was no official business, I sat alone in the room of less than ten square meters, looking at the Poplar with a kind of appreciation, like a graceful girl floating into my eyes quietly. The breeze blows, and the branches and leaves stretch gracefully, just like the shy lover made of jade swinging the jade arm of the heart and soul to me affectionately. It was in those days when my heart was shaking, I lived, worked, and was happy. This poplar almost disappeared in my view, because a playground would be built under this slope. For the convenience of bulldozer construction, this Poplar must be cut off. But like protecting my own treasure, I, who was pleasing my eyebrows, tried hard to persuade the headmaster to keep this Poplar. The stubborn headmaster called me to give me a convincing reason. I said a sad sentence with my face full of sadness: the school would hang slogans from time to time, and hanging slogans after cutting them would hurt me. The headmaster unknowingly found out that in order to make the campus bright and broad, he had chopped off dozens of willow trees with luxuriant foliage and circling twists and turns and French sycamore trees surrounded by flowers planted by predecessors, I was still moved by my sincerity and unexpectedly agreed to my request which was humble. My heavy heart couldn’t help rejoicing: firstly, the Poplar was protected, and a small but not small tree survived in the campus, because I am like living in the world accompanied by green trees very much; Secondly, it is true that the seemingly insignificant tree will bring great convenience to my work. In the following days, as long as I heard that the superior was going to check the work, I hung the end of the slogan rope on the iron hook under the corridor outside the office calmly, and then jumped onto this Poplar like a cat, tie the other end of the rope firmly to her sturdy waist. The rope was pulled flat, and the slogan which was clear appeared red and bright. For this reason, the trivial job I did almost won the praise and praise from foreign guests every time, and my affection for the Poplar who gave me silently and added some brilliance was also increasing day by day. But I also made Poplar suffer a lot for my own convenience. Every time when the school gave out the notice, I put the small blackboard with the notice under the poplar tree, because it was the only way for all the teachers and students in the school. Sometimes there are helpless children wiping off the punctuation on it, either skimming or wiping off the key words, which makes people laugh and cry. Later, the principal suggested that I hang a small blackboard on the poplar tree, and when hanging, I need to make an iron nail. To be honest, although the poplar with fresh life and dignity can’t speak, every time I knock a nail in the tree, my heart will tighten, it seems that what I beat is not the cold nail, but my painful and bleeding heart. In this way, the small blackboard I wrote unconsciously hung four whole spring and autumn periods on the poplar trees. With the development of science and technology, schools use school communication or electronic display platforms to send notices, and the black blackboard is no longer hung on the waist of the indisputable poplar. Later, my position also changed, moving from the first floor to the third floor. The balconies of newly built buildings are relatively high, and they are solid brick-concrete structure. Once I suddenly wanted to see the poplar that lived together day and night. But what surprised me was that the Poplar was silently under the blow of cold wind and rain, endured the hardship of cold summer, smiled against the test of Lightning Lightning, and grew up to the height of three floors, the magnificent shore is straight and straight, which becomes a scenery in the large campus. At this time, I also remembered that there was still a nail that I hit cruelly in her body. I pulled out the iron nail which was 5cm deep, and my heart which had been frowned and whipped seemed to be relaxed a little bit. Now that Poplar grows thicker and stronger year by year. Although the bark has changed from white and bright smooth in childhood to spotted and scald now, the thick upward branches have added the power to rush straight to the sky, layers of luxuriant green notes fly out from the long branches, and the extended arms bring us more green, sow hope here, cultivate sentiment, the ideal Qing Zi Jin of flying brought me more shade, and also brought me more inspiration and happiness of life like a drop in the ocean. Oh, the Poplar rooted deep in my soul by the window. 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…