Embroidered a flower

I will continue to stay with this city in another way I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky

That summer the frogs croaking

The sound of frogs still echoed in my ears tonight. I still used to holding my breath, listening quietly, and even leaned up to the glass window. I can no longer tell whether the sound of frogs in my ears is true or not. I just remember that such sound of frogs often echoed in

Through the years, the wind from other places blows me old

When I was young, I always wanted to fly to the countryside where I was born and raised myself. What I read in my childhood poems and articles were all the beautiful hometowns of others. Why is the hometown of others as beautiful as mountains and rivers, like poems and dreams, while the land under

Tea Suo Ji

The first time I drank tea was in my childhood. At that time, my father loved to talk while drinking tea. Every holiday day, uncles and nephews like to go to my home when they are free. My father cooked two bottles of boiled water, scalded the antique teapot with boiling water, put a pinch

beishaomen of memory

Eating river powder, holding a string of strings, humming a song, chatting about business, mood flying, smile like flowers, this moment of beautiful moment, there is no source, no return. At this moment, the memory is decorated into a shallow memory, which is as warm as the midnight stars in the dim light. I haven’t