Reading theater, proper

Looking through “the world’s words”, what can’t be forgotten is of course that period of great career and university question, which must go through three states: Last night, the West Wind withered green trees, and the tall buildings alone, looking forward to the end of the world, this first level is also. I will never regret the gradual broadening of my clothes, which makes people Haggard for Yixiao. This is also the second realm. Many people searched for him for thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light, which was the third state. I have heard the meaning of this sentence for a long time. Until today, I have watched the whole article, and only this paragraph is enough to add color to “the world’s words. With this paragraph, the other contents of this book are not so important. I have thought that not only those who have achieved great things in ancient and modern times, but also those who ask questions in universities must go through three levels, that is, to do something normally and grow up to be a useful person and a person who lives a good life, we must also go through these realms. How can a person find a suitable way to go forward without exploring and groping for something big or small, and succeed big or small? Without hard struggle and perseverance, how can overcome the frustrations have Harvest, without shanchongshuifu doubt no, how can there be Willowbank farming village? Realm is the central content of Ci Hua. From poetry to literature and social life, it can really make people feel the infinite connection of this world. Realm is more about personality and living than poetry. After reading several fables, some of them are unforgettable. Liu Ji in the Ming dynasty had an article named “King Chu hunting”, which said that King Chu led people to hunt and saw a lot of prey. Unexpectedly, he didn’t know where to shoot arrows. The Archers told him that he had to stare at one target and concentrate on it, it is possible to hunt. There was also “Yan Liben’s view of paintings” written by Qian Dazhao in Qing Dynasty. It was said that one year Yan Liben went to Jingzhou to see the murals of Zhang Sengyao in the Southern and Northern Dynasties. He thought it was a fake name for the first time, again said name was non-xu shi, day view, deserve its next, ten-day can’t go. There is also the peacock tail protection written by Niu Su in Tang Dynasty, which says that in order to protect its beautiful tail, the peacock is afraid of getting dirty when it rains and does not dare to run away, people who catch peacocks can grasp this habit of Peacock, and when it rains, they can grasp it. So on. These fables warn us today from different aspects how to do things, how to know things and how to grasp the size of life. Since ancient times, education has been an important part of cultural inheritance. Since Confucius and Mencius, the Royal Village has all taken the teaching of human character as the first priority. Poems and songs, folk songs and folk songs, fable stories, whether the spring snow or the Xialu people, deep or shallow, all have nothing more than one meaning, how to live to face this complicated society, how to experience the interest and taste of social life and life. Getting advice from the stories of ancient people and others’ experiences is the advantage of turning over books in leisure time rather than indulging in eating, drinking and having fun. I’m almost reading The Legend of Zhen Huan. This is the first time to watch such a long TV play. Here are the attraction of character performance, the excitement of ups and downs of plots, and various reflections of court politics, social economy and military culture. Naturally, if you read the story too much, you will lose the original intention of cultural entertainment; But if you just watch it for entertainment, it is too simple. Since ancient times, there have also been articles reflecting the world. Can the past, present and future be split? How can the royal civilians, cultural economy and national defense civilians not be closely linked?! In the palace, Zhen Huan changed from pure to chaotic, from kindness to scheming, from being killed to harming people. Isn’t it caused by the environment? What is human nature? It is evolution, improving the ability of survival from lessons, and finding ways to deal with the world that eats people. Life is cruel. Who says that human nature originally contains various possible cruel phenomena of fission? Leisure is always good. Looking at the books that haven’t been moved for a long time, listening to the music tracks found in QQ, I feel that my soul has been washed like a makeshita and leisure. The feeling of reading is always the same. I feel more and more things I don’t understand and more aspects I need to learn. Everyone has a different life on the same May Day festival. It is also like that everyone sees different things from the same book, a play and different scenery. Maybe this is the place where the world is rich and fascinating. Seeking common ground while reserving differences, harmony but difference, the sunshine always shines on the walking Road. Letter? You can try this. If so, no matter where you are, no matter whether the sky above you is rainy or exposed to the Sun, the warm spring breeze will blow in your heart and your eyes will be drunk. 2012 nian 5 yue 1 ri 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…

Dream of yu yi

The rain was gentle and quiet, and the dry mountain streams and ravines were singing again. The pale pine needles and willow leaves were made up of bright green. The spring is full, and the spring rain is timely, just like a string of music and music. In the ever-changing rain, the feeling and scene seem to reveal a trace of love, moistening my heart. Spring rain is soft, Summer Rain is crazy, autumn rain is bleak, winter rain is bleak. Although the rain varies in four seasons, the color of the rain is the same, and the sound of the rain is the same. However, in my heart, I still prefer more soft spring rain, which is hazy, covered with mountain gauze, with rain flowers drifting and fragrant cheeks. Kiss lightly with tears, wet your clothes, honey wine with rain, drunk and dreamy soul. Fantastic rain, fantastic rain, direct teaching people daydream. When it was raining in the deep alley, I leaned against the window and counted the flower umbrellas, thinking about whether Dai Wangshu, the beauty under the umbrella in the Rain Alley, had passed through the space-time tunnel at this moment, and left a moment to look back before the window again. The girl who looks like peach blossom under the umbrella and smiles like a crescent moon must have been here. The wind is soft and the rain is soaked in pear flowers, and the fallen flowers come into my arms in a colorful way. In the winding mountain with fragrant wind, the thick plum flowers, the Ding flowers and the wild pear flowers leap into my eyes, and the graceful Phantom, the charming and affectionate flower soul, the charming beauty, the intoxicating love, and the confusion, like a fairy falling in front of my eyes, the curtain of drizzle, the end of the British brocade, dream of this time. Drizzle, breeze, hazy night, beads falling down, silver plate disturbing the dream. In The Rain Lane with the fragrance of pear flowers, the silky breeze sneaked into the lintel and whispered softly to the ears. The sound of spring rain, the rain lingering, through the window lattice, little raindrops fell tears, is it not the long-separated lovesickness tears, come back to the cottage again? Or in my heart, I didn’t forget the feeling of sheltering from the rain and pear flowers? Unconsciously, the rain knocked on my heart. I couldn’t help recalling the past and met again in May. I remembered that during the rainy season that year, my friend and I sat in the pavilion on the lake. I was surprised that no one even lured South Holland to move north to come to Crescent Lake in my hometown. Yu mu lotus bathing Mei, Handan Phantom play visitors. At that moment, I was obsessed with each other. The rainy scenery in my hometown was as beautiful as that in Jiangnan. It was also from then on that I made an appointment with Yueya Lake during the rainy season every year, and I would take a bath with my soul. I remember that year was also in May, and I also traveled around the mountains, with clear water and blue sky lined with pear flowers. The rain fell quietly, and there was no clouds in the clear sky of thousands of miles. The Fairy thought of fan and shed tears. The astronomical phenomena without signs of rain quietly rained without authorization. This funny rain really made people happy. At that time, I lived with you to hide from the rain and pear flowers. The rain was the medium, and the flowers were the evidence. The rain is flickering, gently kissing the shy face; The rain knocks on the pear flower, which is fragrant and crisp. The ethereal is clear through the rain, which is different from the taste. The soft rain of pear flowers makes people wish for it. People in sihuaiyi often don’t sleep, and a drop of rain is like a whisper of two swallows. There is a lot of rainfall in spring in the mountainous area of xiaoxing’an mountains. There was once a time when Nancha and Nancha were ten days and nine times, and they would be more than one day. In the small Khingan Mountains at that time, in the heyday of beating roe deer with sticks and scooping fish, pheasants flew into the soup pot, however, there is an inexhaustible wealth. The older generation went through northeast China, developed forest areas, and benefited my hometown without complaint or regret. That dreamy story was faintly circling around my ears. However, in the 1970 s, excessive logging of trees led to the shortage of forests and the imbalance of rainwater in a few years. Especially in the small town where I lived, the disaster brought by man-made destruction gradually emerged. The dust covered the sky and the water dried up. A decadent scene emerged in front of the world. At the beginning of this century, Xiaoxinganling forest region adopted a series of natural forest protection policies, made great efforts and achieved initial results. It rains frequently this spring, with beautiful mountains and rivers, green leaves and clear water. After the rain of the town, a new look, buds makeup, stream water song. The charming hometown River attracts the feelings of all rivers to your heart; The simple town enjoys the blessed welfare happily. I think a new story will be added soon. 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…

Rain thoughts

Leaning against the window, looking at the rain, I did not move. It has been a long time since the beginning of spring, but the sunshine has not shown any trace, and has not stepped forward, ignoring our expectation. Quietly listening to the sound of raindrops falling, ticking up the music, watching the string of raindrops blowing in the spring breeze, continuous and countless. The fine rain fell into the water stain lightly, rippling again and again, spreading to the weekend. On a relaxing day, you can sleep beautifully until you wake up naturally, you can do what you like to do at will, you can sit in the sofa and knock melon seeds, watch TV plays, enjoy the happiness of traveling with your family, accept the invitation from friends, and feel relaxed, spend this wonderful day happily. But the lingering rain disturbed my mood, and the inexplicable melancholy and annoyance also floated with it. Since taking office as the manager, the invisible pressure was like a high mountain pressing on my heart, even breathing reveals the rapid smell. This kind of life was not what I longed for. I was a simple and clear woman, ignoring the complexity of society and cheating in the workplace. I simply live a life of my little woman, work hard, listen to songs and write words in my spare time. I went to work on time, safe, calm, ordinary and ordinary, keeping my quiet heart and relaxed thoughts! Standing in an ordinary position, I have a broad ideal, no decadence, no fear, and bravely step forward to the high-level field. Finally, I realized it. Behind the tears of joy, there were endless scars hidden. This kind of life was just beginning, but I was tired and weak, and I lost myself again, I have to find my tenacity again! In the morning, I hid in the bed and listened to the ticking rain outside the window. I was touched by an inexplicable thought in my heart, and what flashed in my mind was just a bit of work. Finally, I failed to resist this concern and got out of the warm embrace of Jia. Facing the mirror, I combed my hair very carefully. The little woman in the mirror showed a sense of pride, stretching her frown and relaxing her depressed mood, I am no longer that naive and ignorant simple woman. I have been in business, and I should think and face problems with maturity. I fell in love with black dress and went to mature dress. In just a few days, my changes were astonishing, which made me confused for a time. It seemed that I suddenly stepped into the adult world from the mentality and life of a 16-year-old girl. Standing at this cross port, I was a little crumbling and missing. People around said that Juanzi was mature and beautiful. The simplicity of that little woman had faded calmly when she was dealing with her affairs, showing the demeanour of a female general when she raised her hands and gestures. For these changes and comments, I should really be ecstatic and toast to celebrate my growth. Entering the quiet office and turning on the computer, emails and short messages rushed to me. Clicking to check made my eyes gradually blurred. I didn’t have the habit of drinking coffee, but let me be in a pile of files, I used to pick up the coffee cup. The strong smell filled the space instantly. The crisp sound of knocking the keyboard and the heavy rain outside the window made a moving movement for my busy weekend. Looking at the crowd coming and going, the wet ground, inexplicable thoughts came into being. I really wanted to find myself, return to the innocent past, and put down the hard-won honor, I really want to slow down the pace of chasing, and I really want to live a simple life, such a life. However, isn’t life struggling and striving hard? The steps taken are just like the flowing river, which can only be rushed forward bravely. No matter how bumpy the road ahead is, if you choose, you have to continue! The rain is getting heavier and heavier. The sky after being baptized by the heavy rain will be brighter and clearer, and the ground washed by the rain will be completely new. The thoughts disturbed by the lingering rain will surely find the way to stretch. Facing the continuous rain, I made a promise in my heart that the world was not in my control, but the fate was in my control! 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…

Rare Moonlight lonely

Suddenly, we entered this place with mountains and water. Temporarily away from the hustle and bustle of the city. What accompanied us were the beautiful and clean asphalt roads, the gorgeous mountain flowers along the roadside and the trees that could not be named. We breathed the air mixed with all kinds of flowers and trees, and the headache that we were infected in the city suddenly disappeared. I didn’t expect that there was such a completely different secluded world not far away from the downtown, with few people on the way, and occasionally several sightseeing cars passed by politely. The late autumn in southern China will not be hot, but it is not cold either. This time of year is the most popular. We talked about the achievements of this arrival, and we didn’t come in vain either. Although we didn’t see the Great Wall as spectacular, it was enough to satisfy the freshness of our hearts. Although this is mostly a place for cars to run, we use hiking to understand the length of 15 kilometers around the lake. In the city that I met every day, there were people everywhere with all kinds of ideas. It is rare that no one can be seen here, and busy people will not leave the money they are going to get and come here for a hiking trip. At first, I was also skeptical. I didn’t know if I would feel disappointed when I came here, because we were disappointed too much in our life and got used to it. We don’t have any good hopes here, just like going on a blind date, no one can have a happy ending. It was a pity that we hadn’t been here for so many years. Under the repeated encouragement of our friends, we set foot on the journey wearily. These are the few scenic spots here that we haven’t been. We don’t know her, because we haven’t met each other, and the world is always strange because many people haven’t met each other. What a pity it is. At first, some friends complained about the general scenery here and issued a declaration that they would not come again, which meant that they would not give each other a chance. He said there was no reason to be reluctant to leave. He wandered on the straight and wide dam and saw the hard-trained raft team and the egrets in the distance flying around in the mist, when friends marveled at the greatness of bird wings, they also lamented that they even had no courage to go to the water. Those rich men and women who were also tired of urban life also waited for a small fish on the dangerous shore for a long time, letting the drizzle fly around. We also know very well that the rain at this time is too heavy. Qiu Yu is just like a gentle and kind wife. How can he be furious? In fact, even if the rain is so heavy and crazy, we are willing to bear it. Time always steals our interest. Just when we know it is getting late, we have gone deep into the mountain jungle. It is the legendary jungle. The asphalt road extends far away, and the sad weather makes us unable to see far away. We don’t know what surprise picture is waiting for us. Maybe we continued the ordinary mountain road, maybe it was the source that everyone longed. At this time, our team members had a disagreement. Someone quitted and didn’t want to advance for the unknown mystery. He chose the same way to return. However, some of us still supported the move forward and chose the exit 8 kilometers ago, even though there was no car to go home there. We don’t know what consequences this risky behavior will bring to us. We began to hate that the dark day came so quickly that lights were lit on the roadside. Along the way, we seldom see any road signs, so we have to work hard to move forward. This sudden night caught us by surprise, as if pushing me into a dream. Another example is entering the movie mountain area where the body and spirit are located. There are few people, and the slight fear arises spontaneously with the wind blowing leaves. This is a feeling that we have never felt before. We squeeze around with many people every day. At this time, we suddenly can’t see anyone, but we have an inexplicable unaccustomed. People are just like this. We can’t complain about our decision. It seems that we gradually have feelings for the strangeness here, and we become fond of this kind of night which starts to be a little scared. Those birds and insects who lived in the mountains for a long time were not affected by our arrival. No one could stop their conversation and we could not interpret their loud noises, just like the revolution of nature. But we can also feel their welcome to our participation. Of course, deep down we don’t want their representatives to be Lions and vipers. Our selfless integration made us far away from the exit, and the street lamps became less and less, so that the Moon smiled so happily. We were confused and didn’t know our way back. We finally returned the same way under the prompt of the police car. The police who was not willing to help others didn’t mean to give us a ride, and we also thanked him. But we were surprised to learn that we had to walk 5 kilometers back. Our only regret is that there is no circle around the lake. It’s too late, the park has been cleared, so I can only find my way back. We felt that the pace was more relaxed than when we came. We were already hungry but full of strength. I think few people can refuse such a mountain night. This is the panacea of body and mind. I found that the darker the night was, the happier the birds and insects in the jungle were. Our steps were lighter and more like flying. We ran up with the bright moonlight. Those beautiful nature and lonely people who integrated into the nature. 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…

A long-lost life

I never thought that I would join the ranks of bicycles after throwing away cars. It is like experiencing a kind of life, or looking back to some kind of feeling two or ten years ago. However, when you really act, it turns out to be out of control. Love this car is comparable to that of a car, and it becomes more subtle. I remember the last time I rode to work was in the early 1990 s of the last century. At that time, the proportion of bicycles was relatively large, and the traffic was smooth, not to mention the name that the capital became the first block later. Because of the long riding time, the temperature difference between the city and the suburb could be felt. After 9.5, he joined the ranks of motor vehicles and changed to ride motorcycles. Since 2004, he has driven cars. Until today. Time shuttling scenery overlapping seems like yesterday. When I was in the car, I had my own space but was isolated from nature. Instead of paying attention to the change of weather, we pay more attention to the trend of oil price. Check the time when traveling to see if you can avoid the peak period. When there is a traffic jam, I become helpless and depressed. At this time, I want to leave the car alone. At this time, it brings a day of emotional chat without taste. One day I finally had to ride again, depressing my inexplicable excitement. When walking through the streets rolled by wheels for thousands of times. The scenery in front of me slowly felt a little different. Bees were dancing in the flower stamens on the roadside; Dragonflies were walking with you everywhere in the sky; The hot sun in summer circled overhead, the trees along the road were busy opening their arms to attract shade. I hope the summer rain is beating on my forehead. Like a sapling to be replenished, It moistens the washing of rainwater in the dry. Mixed with the wind blowing through the body. That kind of warmth and comfort like the soul. A long-lost life. That is a kind of imagination of freedom. That is a kind of happiness integrating into nature. 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…

Rain, thinking

Rain, thinking

Tonight, the drizzle is quiet, the pillow is a song of love flowing far away, and the dream is full of love waves. In the summer night, there is no wind and quiet waves, the light rain is falling down without thoughts, the heart is also like a lonely rain curtain, and there is no floating, and the little rain lines gather together to form a stream, everything is still safe. The difference is that the former sweet and sweet is being washed away by the drizzle layer by layer, passing through the warm heart, and flowing to the strange corner reluctantly. On the beach of rainy night, with an umbrella and a full body of moonlight, I strolled slowly on the gray coast, letting the quiet sea water swing around, circling the ripples in my heart. The coast is also permeated with orange light shadow and light warm fog curtain. The coconut trees on the shore are still standing high without asking the cold and warm, and the tropical plants are also developing wide leaves specially, with his jumping mind, he gathered the naughty raindrops in the orange light, pouring out his missing and sorrow carefully. The vicissitudes of the fleeting years are finally wandering between hope and disillusionment, and ruthlessly carving the rib of the years. Everything is so warm and peaceful, lonely person! Please don’t worry about the rain any more, don’t pray for the gentle comfort of the drizzle, open your palm to feel the truth of the rain, feel the flowing stream of the rain line, and open the rain curtain that hurts you, dip your finger into a drop of Qinxiang color, redye your life, smooth the astringent waves, and keep a quiet fragrance alone, which makes the sad night rain take away the annoyance in your heart and refresh the stranger road of Ming Dynasty. The coolness of the rain fell on my heart, which was more or less peaceful and soft. I also rushed away the full sadness, shook my head reluctantly, frowned and picked up the bitter smile at the corners of my mouth, following the old creases, slowly calm the mind to comfort the deep or shallow ravines. There is no loss or gain, but I still want to be lucky. At least life selflessly gives me happy and passionate moments, although it is as short as a gorgeous party in the long river of life, short and dazzling, but its aftertaste is enough to make me chew this life, thank life for giving me another happy fantasy, and make my Wings of Hope insert strong and colorful sails, flying over a beautiful and sweet slide. The drizzle murmured, the rain fell gently, the music converged into trickle, thousands of hammer hit, evolved a constant law, things have no desire to do, and let nature take its course. No matter how colorful, passionate and touching the stage is, it will eventually be the fate of gorgeous fireworks and clouds. The helplessness of reality has been doomed to an eternal and lonely fact. The sound of rain at night, picked up the thread of memory, lingering thoughts, pieced together a little bit of fragments, rendered the air full of reverie colors, missed you in the moonlight, picked a light of wine and green, put on a purple dance dress, let the fragrance of roses comfort my loneliness, and use red wine to fly and dance with all my thoughts. The lingering rainy night! The blue sea is boundless and the fine sand is surging, but it can not shake the sorrow on the other side. By the window and the fence, you can sing and drink alone. That dreamy person! It seems that I pass on my love to the moon, or I see the moon smiling and charming, which is my deep love, yearning and blessing. Tonight, the drizzle is quiet, with a lovesickness flowing far away, rubbing the love of children, putting the people far away into the unruly illusion, accompanying me to dream, the Rainbow on the horizon! The long drizzle for us to meet! Weave the bridal chamber for our seclusion. Light songs and skirts dance all night long, rolling in the world of mortals, thinking about the moon in front of the window on a rainy night, the Dream Sea leaves and boats are free and carefree. 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…

Middle-aged

Life is like a dream, how much joy? A few degrees injury? Looking back, a dream of the bridges, condensed into a little Eaglewood, in the sunset, when lonely, quietly listening to the sound of a flower, that kind of feeling is so beautiful, so beautiful —– People to middle age, the lax and turbid eyes have already seen the indifference, no longer stubborn, and really feel that people will rest in the middle age, and the love has been silent in the deep. No longer chasing stars and holding the moon, obsessed with things with high ambitions, gradually like to quietly taste tea and read articles, seek peaceful and far-reaching space in the fidgety world, talk about fragments and laugh them off, understand others’ dissatisfaction or ignorance with a tolerant attitude. Stepping into middle age, it is like the Four Seasons moving to the mature autumn. I have enough confidence to deal with the chaos in work and life, and I will not stumble or catch the wind. Time not only engraved the vicissitudes and maturity in the corner of the eyes, but also more clearly understood the world in the heart, such as the quicksand sinking at the bottom of the pool, and the wind and rain accumulated in the bottom of the heart for many years. Gradually, faded; Gradually, understood; Gradually, feeling, less impulse and lofty sentiments in youth, more free and easy and tranquil, dealing with others in plain, let go in calmness. No longer demanding others, no longer forcing yourself to do what. The heart is like a clear spring, quiet and calm. Don’t be happy with things, don’t be sad with yourself. It is as cool as clouds and clouds, and as casual as flowers and flowers. In the silence, looking back, I found that the world was so beautiful and sentimental, as if a meteor was passing through the night sky and suddenly fell down. Except for some mottled memories, what else could I have? Time is like scissors, cutting the time inch by inch, and time decreases slightly in the white hair. What we see are trees, flowers and plants, sun and moon, and stars, which are bright in spring and withered and prosperous in autumn. In the next spring, they will be more rich and vigorous, while life, for each of us, there is only one time to go and never come back. Those so-called past lives and the theories of afterlife are just a lie of love and an excuse of rejection, such as holding hands, grow old with you; Or grow old with us. There are some beautiful things that we just talk about, but we can’t understand; Too many times, we are just spectators. The years are ruthless, colorful, and the life is precious. It flies with the wind. The shallow footprints quietly listen to the clear voice in the heart, and the gentle smiles overflow on the cheek. The passing clouds make it drift away gently like morning mist. The fleeting year of the passing water points out green lotuses under the fingertips, and the sunset at this time is drunk, which influences the warmth of the human world. In life, there are many beautiful things, such as poetic words, which give people pleasant enjoyment; Artistic conception like songs, which make people dreamlike intoxicated; Fragrance like flowers, which give people the attachment in their dreams, I am afraid that a painting, a song and a feeling are all wonderful without words in everyone’s heart. In the past days, there were laughter and tears. Of course, there was no need to ask too much for icing on the cake over happiness. When you were frustrated, you didn’t have to worry about getting worse. When you are lonely, you can enjoy the lonely smoke in the desert as you wish, and look for thousands of years of Moss. That was a dream planted in countless days. Even if you regret it, you will get what you have gained. In the quiet autumn, let the Moonlight flow into the heart garden. In the blurred room, in the moonlight of the lotus pond, the pen tip is light, and the fringed ripples are magnified. The poet Haizi had the feeling of facing the sea and blooming flowers in spring, but he chose to turn off a lamp to extinguish the sadness and loneliness of a city. Maybe he was too tired, he did not look up at the Rainbow after the wind and rain, nor did the butterfly dance lightly over the flower field. Just on the rail, he wrote down his painful sadness in a hurry. In fact, life is originally a bitter struggle. We wander in the barren dream and move forward without knowing that we are tired. It has nothing to do with the ups and downs, nor the poverty, only in the rest of our lives, it is the most beautiful of happiness to live a good day and cherish every day with relatives calmly and leisurely. Time is like water, and in another autumn, the wind gently engraved delicate lines of poetry on the fallen leaves of man dance, either deep or shallow. It was also cool in the past and cool in the present. 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…

Wheat cooked

The hot sun was exactly the season of wheat harvest. I imagined the rumbling sound of machines in the wheat fields in my hometown, and the villagers who couldn’t close their mouths with laughter on the ground. I couldn’t help feeling gratified. I still remember that when I was a child, a new girl in the class came to the northeast. After school in the afternoon, she made an appointment to go to the wilderness. She saw the endless green grass experiencing the winter cold, and the wheat seedlings just turned green, and asked in surprise: why do you grow so many leeks here? After hearing this, we all laughed, laughing at her silly hat. We couldn’t even distinguish wheat seedlings from Leeks. After laughing, I was lost in thought at a young age, and then I took two comparisons, it’s really very similar, but the taste is different, shape, leek leaves are a little thicker, touch every day, unexpectedly did not find the same, turn a blind eye! This discovery made people forge ahead. I started to look for comparisons in my life like crazy. I never felt tired of it and sighed the magic of everything. When I saw the wheat mature, the adults clearly worked hard when harvesting, but it shows full Joy. I don’t understand it. I want to figure it out and love thinking from now on. A little larger, I can help the adults to work. When the wheat harvest season is over, the top of the head is in the hot sun, the waist is not tied with straw ropes, the hands are holding sickles, and the face is facing the loess back to the sky. Once a, transported back to the yard; The cattle pulled up the stone roller and sang the squeaky songs in circles. It was slow, slow ,, when did it come to an end? Tired, it was the straight waist, pain, it was the hand punctured by Maimang, thirsty, only the white water that did not relieve my appetite, sweat, dripping from the forehead, soaked through the clothes, listening to the praise of adults, pretending to be proud, in fact, it is not the case. Recalling the comfort in the class which is boring at ordinary times, complaining no longer, but confused! Sighing, with the advent of the machine era, farmers soon got the benefits. After the improvement of small tractors, they suddenly changed their bodies and even put the neatly arranged whole wheat aside without any sickles, I took the straw rope and tied it up. In the yard, the threshing machine was prepared early, and the straw was sent to the machine. The wheat grains and the straw were in tears and said goodbye; They came back to the world and divided their troops into two ways. The scene of harvest, the joy of adults, the cheers of children, a good atmosphere of peace. Although I had no chance to participate, I had already understood that behind the hard work was the joy of harvest, and my fellow villagers were the new force of the large grain-producing counties. Progress forces you to think! I sigh with emotion that people’s wisdom is endless. Intelligence is constantly being explored. Farmers immersed in the convenience and quickness brought by modernization get benefits. Before they can be moved, large harvesters appear, its vigorous appearance, no longer need Sickles, no need straw rope, don’t let you see straw, straw broken back to the Earth, make it into organic fertilizer next year, presented to you, only what people need is the wheat grains that are thousands of times when sowing. After the wheat is dried in the sun, it will fly into thousands of households. At your dinner table, steamed buns and steamed buns will be on fire, from then on, it is a gift presented to us by modern harvesters; Surprise! Exclaimed! Amazing! Live every day in advance, every day in gratitude and every day in thinking! 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…

Spring of Lightning

The rain in spring hesitated in the air, leaving the distant sky covered with layers of thick clouds. I went back and forth along that monotonous route: from summer to winter and then to spring, the same leaves hung on the trees on both sides of the road or in the distant mountains; Let alone those broken mountains carrying trees. In such a season, I cherish distant villages: I cherish willows and drizzle for a long time; I cherish the eaves falling into the water and ripples; I cherish the clear sky and white clouds floating after the rain. Only until today can I experience such a scene; Only then can I know that seeing the fine buds penetrating the yellow branches curiously at that time actually moved me today; I didn’t know that seeing the gradually dispersed ripples inexplicably at that time actually brought today’s melancholy; I didn’t know that seeing the sunshine on the road excitedly at that time actually brought today’s expectation. Many years later, I no longer belong to the place I am familiar. Searching or pursuing makes me choose to leave, and then put me in a distant place to recall my country life. No matter the gray scale in the north or the strong intensity in the South, they can’t avoid the monotony of color. In the city lights, I can’t even distinguish the morning or evening. I can only recite the poem of pass again and again: the stream flows quietly,/move forward, retreat, turn,/but always arrive at last. Then, I describe the rural scene in the imaginary space: the sunset glow in midsummer gradually faded its bright red color in the sky. The villagers who returned from the green and yellow rice fields asked each other loudly. The dim light gradually lit up at the door soon, followed by the black smoke from the kitchen, the horizon has also become dark blue although I know that many memories are more like ignorant escapes, I don’t know whether villages or cities can carry more dreams. More often, I just silently recall those tough names in the dark. The suggestions or opinions I heard were still those suggestions or opinions, even though I had gone through many detours. I think the things in front of me are either covered with the color of the past, or with the tone of what will happen, but the reality is blurred in the aftertaste of the past and the expectation of the future. I looked at the walls around the house, which were so white that it was boring. Looking back a little, I found that the Sunshine went through the window and fell quietly on the concrete floor. I looked along the direction of sunlight, and what I saw was the quiet Wall with sharp edges and corners. I realized what moved me. When my heart calmed down, I found that those leaves had become vivid, especially after a late rain, as if the drizzle faded the accumulated pigment, let the green of leaves become transparent and bright; And when I look carefully, not only those leaves, but also the sections of those broken mountains become vivid, layers of mottled imprints are also coherent after the rain, just like surging waves blowing; And there seems to be no need for those grass or stones scattered around to imagine those gorgeous colors too much, too much flowery is another kind of monotony; But there are many flowery in simple monotony. I think of the life in the dim light written by pass: in the dark night of the forest, the flying birds are lightning; In the dark night of the sea, the shuttling fish are lightning; in the dark night of human body, the white bones are lightning; In the world, you are in darkness, while life itself is lightning. Maybe life is so monotonous, and you are lightning. 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…

This is you?

There was a woman who looked more calm and boiling like boiling water in her head. She seemed to be very lonely, although she never said. She likes to know about Constellation, only her own constellation, Aquarian, and often watches it, although there is nothing new. But I am very lucky that I am a person of this constellation and feel that I am lucky, haha. She was not smart, had no advantages, and was not as sensitive as described in the constellation book. It could be said that she had a sense of afterknowledge and even a little white eyes. She handled everything in the most stupid way, so she ended up in a mess. So do you think she is a little cute? I don’t think so, because her ordinary expression is expressionless, and ordinary people will not approach her, but when she talks, her mouth and eyebrows are full of gentle smile, it’s just that she is too hot…. She was very strange. She didn’t like being too close to others. Even if she was in the crowd, she would still keep some space for herself and watch them happy or lost. She almost isolated everyone, especially men, but it was not because she didn’t like it or was hurt, but the best way to ensure that she didn’t get hurt. Although there are some regrets in my heart, I am very rational. She is not used to hugging and holding hands with others, and even she is the best sister. She prefers antique things, ancient architectural styles and ancient songs, because there is a long or short story behind them, and she likes stories. But she hates history. It seemed that she seldom spoke and was less angry and lazy, but she attributed it to the deficiency of both qi and blood. I only like to think about myself in some corner. Sometimes it will be a little crazy. For example, a person secretly takes a train to an ancient town which is far away but has been longing for a long time. Then if you ask her out, she will refuse. She didn’t know it before, and it was several times in a row, you feel strange. When she told you about this trip after she came back, you felt a little unimaginable, and maybe you were shocked. It’s the first time to go far away, to a strange place beyond 18,000 miles away. Maybe you are confused, how dare she go alone? And nobody knows. Isn’t she afraid of meeting bad people or other difficulties and unable to come back? She even felt that her behavior was too rebellious and willful this time. Then take the opportunity to educate her and show her maturity. But she hated people’s comments on her travel intervention, using the topic to play or scolding her for not knowing anything. She thought it was her own freedom and had nothing to do with anyone. She didn’t need others to criticize her, because she knows what she is doing!!! Sometimes she will suddenly give up some people or things when you seem inexplicable. She likes buying books and magazines, knowing that one day she sold all the magazines and books (only one or two books left) to the people in the book stall, she felt that they were much empty, because once again she cleared some unnecessary rubbish, she would clean it up at an irregular time, including her own cat litter. And this depends on your mood. Because she is too lazy sometimes even too lazy to take a bath, wash clothes or eat, how can there be such a person? She doesn’t know how to refuse, so don’t ignore her weak protest. Although she finally depends on you, maybe you think you are already a good and good friend with her after a long time, but she felt that she was so depressed that you ignored her feelings and only insisted that you were right. At the end of the day, you asked her what advice or something else, she responded lazily or didn’t respond. You don’t think she is as lively as you first knew her, but you don’t seem to care much about her. You may take care of her materially,, this is not what she wants. So I suddenly broke contact with you, and you may be a little confused. She is very easy to get along with, gentle and polite. Sometimes she may be naughty, but she seldom disputes with others. Generally, it makes people feel indifferent and turn around and leave. She feels very tired, even a little tired, she also felt tired for that person. In her opinion, quarreling was a waste of time and energy. She didn’t want to waste her time on things that were not important. Besides, the other person was not important. It was better to go back to sleep and sleep. Maybe it will make some people think she is easy to bully and spread her criticism behind her…. But she lived her own life as usual, but occasionally she fought back, because she was a little boring …… she was impatient, at first, I might think it’s OK for her to spend more time waiting for you for one or two hours or even several hours. After a long time, I find that you are still wasting her time. So for you to date her in the future, if she can avoid it, she can’t avoid it. If she makes an appointment, and if you are late, she will not hesitate to explain, even wait for you to come or wait for you to turn around and leave, without saying a word, you don’t turn back any way you call or apologize. It may seem heartless without waiting for a second. She was afraid of the sun, but she didn’t like to wear an umbrella, but like to get wet in the rain. She even wanted to get wet in a rainstorm, but she didn’t dare. I’m afraid that people will say it’s crazy, haha. However, she looks very comfortable and leisurely when she gets wet in the rain. She likes a casual life, though it doesn’t matter, she also lives in this way all the time. She is used to sleeping late, getting used to loneliness and even a little fond of loneliness, and likes this feeling. She only lives in the way she likes. It is useless for her to be criticized by others. Even though there are many voices of opposition, thinking that she is very willful to do so, what’s the matter? Don’t you allow me to be at ease because of your uncomfortable life? Ha ha, she is also a very paranoid person. She doesn’t like cheating, but she always lies to you, and actually lets you know that she is lying. If you ask her, she will be weak and stubborn. Why did she lie? Because she didn’t want to answer your question or agreed that others couldn’t say it, and you insisted on asking all the time, so you could only get this result. She often cried, and I didn’t know why, because even she herself didn’t know. There is almost no advantage in her, but this is the complete herself. 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…