Eager for a pair of poet’s eyes

When I started to read some extracurricular books, I was more interested in reading. I took the books of my eldest brother who was studying in normal school and read them casually. Although I didn’t understand much, the Tang and Song poems in the book, really unputdownable. Looking back now, I feel quite funny, but

Suiyu couple transcription bis

I often involuntarily sink into my mind: the burden of life, the detachment of death. In the red tape, people experience more pain than happiness, frustration more than pride. If so, I borrow things to replace, leaving myself only an empty shell, letting my soul walk. Everyday, what is filled in the gap of time?

Beauty once missed

In the days when the wind and frost were dyed white, the chill and black eyes could not cover the sadness in the heart. Because of the yellow calendar, it shows the beauty I once missed. Recalling the childhood, walking into the wilderness of life and wandering leisurely, putting down the plough in his hand

Travel return

Traveling is not strange to me. In those years, I traveled around the world in my military career, and in those years, I traveled all over the famous mountains and rivers of my motherland and visited all the places of interest and historic interest of my motherland. With the growth of age, there is no

The moment flowing through the heart Spring

The wind blew, and a burst of fragrance surrounded me. Seeing the beautiful ones swaying in the wind, I felt a lot happy. It turns out that ordinary things also have beauty, and ordinary things also have happiness. We don’t need to raise ourselves to a position that attracts the attention of the world. It

The moment flowing through the heart Spring

The wind blew, and a burst of fragrance surrounded me. Seeing the beautiful ones swaying in the wind, I felt a lot happy. It turns out that ordinary things also have beauty, and ordinary things also have happiness. We don’t need to raise ourselves to a position that attracts the attention of the world. It

The memory salvaged by years is torn apart, and the flowers bloom in the spring again, reclaiming, the bitterness of reincarnation,

Time is the core of memory, the fleeting time is the past, the passing scenery, I use tears to collect, not for sadness, just because every past is the only original creation. ——— Inscribing life is like a play, but it cannot be re-directed, and time is like a song, but it cannot be repeated.

Back University campus

A few days ago, the guide told us on the Internet that we had time to go back to school to get the diploma of self-taught examination. So, taking advantage of my vacation time, I went back to the university again. I thought that I had graduated for more than half a year. Since I