Lost Years

Lost years really, that is confusion, a feeling of being at a loss. I don’t know when the ship of life will berth to the center of the vast river, and the distance is just blue. There is no sun, no moon, no stars, and no date. It seems that everything has sunk into the bottom of the river and evolved into a delicate fossil with the faint silt. His boat had no oars, and even the sail had already been lost. Helpless, can only be helpless. I ran desperately, but still couldn’t run out of the football field. I am disoriented player, he can’t find the ball frame at all. He just runs wildly without feeling of exhaustion or exhaustion of power, but running and running can never escape from the lost ruins. The ball is the only bet of life. Without the ball, you will lose your only chip and have to leave. I have no direction, it should be no direction. People are floating, where to go, I am like a walking corpse, unconscious. Sometimes I think that this may be my own fault, or it is my own fault. Time is like a piece of dust and sand. The lost time is when the wind blows, it is gray, the sand is rolling, and the dust is flying. It is because I don’t have the courage to open my eyes, stay where I am, and have no choice., The time is too long. It seems to be the polar day and night at the two poles. It will always be day or night. Time is a dry riverbed, with traces of cracks covering the whole body, looking forward to the ocean flow all the time. Good memories are the reason to stick to it. In waiting, time slipped away suddenly. The wonderful memory and the reality are desperately torn, and we can’t tell whether it is true or not. The dim street lamp lengthened my Afterimage. I stepped into the darkness and shouted loudly to those sleepy Stars until my throat became hoarse and I was exhausted, the only thing left is that I look at each other in silence and night. I am confused, really confused. My soul is wandering, and it was myself who exiled her to a foreign land. Perhaps, time itself is confused and at a loss, chasing desperately, but there is no way to know what is worth chasing desperately. The same is life. Things that are not known at all still need to be chased desperately. I don’t know whether it is called vain or tragedy. Perhaps, I was born in the confused years, so that my whole body was full of bewilderment and even more pain, so I was doomed to face myself with bewilderment. Perhaps, what is confused is only oneself, and the passing of time only aggravates the degree of confusion. Time itself is not at a loss, still walking under the sound of Horseshoe, still waking up and sleeping between sunrise and rising moon. Maybe ====== too much maybe, so many assumptions are not allowed in life, and so many possibilities are impossible. Conjecture and speculation can only make oneself indecisive, at a loss and more confused. Confused Years, confused years, I am confused. Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) 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…

Winter comes and spring comes \flowers never bloom

The rest wind of winter melted into the dim red of the sunset, which seemed to be still in love with the world of mortals. However, the infatuated people were still looking forward to the late spring glow. Tell a lovesickness like wind! You are too late to provoke my deep heart of lovesickness and forget the promise you and I once made. I am waiting for you III, just for meeting you again! I don’t complain, you are destined to stay with me when you come! Embroidering pear flowers, dancing lute in front of the hanging turret, charming and touching you. Your red lips and Jade fingers are slender and slender, walking out of the charm and expressing the amorous feelings! However, if you come soon, why can’t you smile? Is it my affectionate past or your sad flowers are hard to bloom, the water is not flowing, the wind is not quiet, and the birds are not returning. Is it because you dislike my appearance and make me grow old, or you already have your own heart! The spring is coming, you can’t see your graceful dance, how can you not see the blush you used to …… I want to hold you in my arms, but you don’t give me the amorous feelings, I am waiting for you, but you even make me empty with a smile. I walked aimlessly, hoping to see the long-lost figure, but the white clouds were floating, the green water was circling, the breeze was dancing, the sunset was shining …… but you never appeared. Do you know how lonely my heart is? Waiting for you, supply me with the years you owe me …. You, a thin lover, promised to accompany me for several years. I can’t say anything. I am suffering for youth, just for you a heartless word spring wind is not warm, as if it is going to tear my scarred heart. How dare I go outing, stepping out of sorrow, stepping into hesitation you come, but never wake up in spring! If I become the wind, I will change back to your constant fondness. Just after a few times, but by the bridge, why do you want to be greedy for dream-woman soup, just go there for several generations. Are you no longer loving me, or am I too emotional! No, you love me, otherwise how can you come back to me? How could you hover in my mind? I don’t understand. Is love really so unbearable? When winter comes and spring comes, flowers never bloom. You have left the world cold and confused the world. We don’t want you to be with others. Since flowers can’t bloom and water is hard to flow, we have been in love for several generations, I used my blood to color the Earth, piercing my heart. The blood kept flowing into the valley. The grass was green, the trees were green, the birds moved, and the wind softened into people’s hearts, love is strong, love is deep, the wind of spring brings the vitality of spring. I wake up everything for you, I don’t know if I can find your lost past! Spring has arrived, flowers bloom everywhere! 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…

Light rainy season, light sorrow

The scorching sun in the past few days, after the washing of such a misty rain, swept away the dust accumulated for a long time, took away the hot summer, and brought a little cool to the world, which seemed to be somewhat refreshing. The leaves and grass on the roadside looked more green after the rain, just like getting a new life. They couldn’t wait to announce his tenacity to the world! The beautiful flowers lost their elegant demeanour at that time, and the petals were scattered all over the ground. Those listless flowers left on the branches seemed to carry some sadness when they were scattered into mud and ground into dust. The wind is blowing, the rain is falling, where is my heart? The cold wind blew in and fell all over the body. I couldn’t help trembling. It seems to take away the complicated world in rainy days, and everything seems so quiet! Quiet, I could only hear the sound of patter raindrops hitting the window. The crisp birdsong is more loud and cheerful at this moment. It seems that they are also cheering and expecting for the rain and the coming of the wind. Maybe they have had enough of that hot weather! The silence of rainy days seems to be the easiest to take people away on the road of memory. The ethereal thoughts gallop wildly like the wind. In those years, at that scene, at that moment, there were also those people who seemed to be echoing those lovely voices again, and their figures were shaking in front of them. False but so real, when he reached out to catch it, it was like a cloud of smoke, vanishing without a trace, without giving people any time and opportunity to remember. Everything was restored to the previous tranquility, which was a little horrible. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind was getting stronger and stronger. It could be said that mountains and rains were coming and the wind was full of wind. A flash of lightning flashed across the building, illuminating half, pull back the galloping thoughts. Lamenting, missing; Sighing, peach blossom, sun and moon shuttling back and forth. Read, those who can read. As time goes by, it may become empty. It’s hard to look back with tears! Leave a lament in the sky, and wish the rain flow on the Earth. The cold wind blows up, standing in the drizzle, letting the wind blow away the sadness, and the rain wipes out the vicissitudes of the whole body. Stay half sober, stay half drunk, wake up hazy, wake up sober or throw away troubles, forget the dust. I don’t want to be a point in the dust, but I always waste it in the dust. The muddy road always falls down accidentally. Sometimes it doesn’t have the courage to climb up, or you can’t find the direction of the way forward. Then you remember the use of the compass. I don’t know when my compass fell, but I kept looking for it, but I didn’t find it. I can only slowly explore the confused road, but I believe it is always approaching 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…

Unforgettable Days Without Foundation

In the late 1970 s, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. In our village, school is called study. Therefore, I started my reading life with a longing for the study life. The schoolbag is sewn by my mother by hand with a beautiful floral cloth. The schoolbag contained a small blackboard which was the size of handkerchief and was framed by wood, and several strips of stone pens cut from talcum. There is also a rag used to wipe the small blackboard. The study is located at the west end of the village, and my home is at the east end of the village. There is a long flagstone road. I have enough time to show off the treasures in my schoolbag. Because my father and elder brother both work in the city, my mother looks after the preschool children in the village’s Yuhong class, and I am the only one in the family who has free meals, so the equipment in the schoolbag should be advanced. There were mostly five or six brothers and sisters of the same age. Although the cost of reading was very small at that time, the contents in their schoolbags seemed much thinner. There was only a stone pen and a gray-black roof tile carefully repaired by their father. Tiles are used here as small blackboards for doing exercises in class. It looks ugly, stupid and uneven, but it is as clear as writing on it. And even if it is broken by the little hair, there is no need to feel so distressed. The small blackboard with wooden frame looks neat and light to use, but it is relatively thin and will be broken accidentally. Because they were all partners in the same village, more than a dozen of people were upgraded from Yuhong class in the east of the village to study. Except for the freshness of the clothes, there was not much strangeness between them. The teacher in the study is also from the village, the father of a friend. The seniority is lower in the village, and there is not much majesty. Therefore, most of my friends didn’t feel too tight on the first day of school. The difference is that our first grade and fourth grade students have one classroom. Our lower grade is in the south and the fourth grade is in the north, occupying their own territory respectively. Many of them are the brothers or sisters of our friends. When we are arranged in the seats, we twist our bodies unjustly, even excitedly but quietly with our own or neighbor brothers, when my elder sister said hello and winked, what she got was mostly coldness or indifference, and there was no friendship in the past at all. Maybe in the eyes of elder brothers and sisters in the fourth grade, the behaviors of our little hairs were very naive, maybe they were taught by teachers in advance to set a good example for us during class time. Gradually, we little hairs are no longer affectionate in the northern boundary. When the teacher was not there, we just went to work in the S. The climax was that the monitor decided by the teacher brought a new book, and we all sat upright at once. Staring at the new book in the front row, I couldn’t help feeling excited, thinking about the textbook I got early. If I saw one of them, I would count it silently, pray that when you don’t send a book to yourself, it’s the right time for that book. Pa-pa-the book was thrown onto the table by the monitor with great momentum. We quickly picked up the book as if it was a treasure, leaned over our noses to smell the tempting ink fragrance, and then quickly turned over whether there was any damage inside. Everything was normal, so we settled down to take a look at the color picture of the textbook, or read the letters or words you know as if you show off. Before going to school, we mostly learned a little from our brothers and sisters. Life is like this. Every day, I listen to the teacher’s reading with strong accent and teach us how to write. Occasionally, one by one, fighting small fights and small reports are repeated day by day. There was a small split among the friends who came together soon. They learned fast and wrote well. They were often praised by teachers, and sometimes there might be an affordable prize like a stone pen. Those who are lazy and naughty in class are often punished to write pinyin or new words ten or twenty times with their blackboard. There was also an excuse that the homework of last night was deleted by my mother or father accidentally, so I had to take an empty blackboard or roof tile to school to ask for a guilty lazy student. Even if the teacher was confused, because these blackboards did have the disadvantage of being easy to erase, he had to turn a blind eye and let the lazy life pass. Remember once. The teacher wrote some slogans on the wall outside the house and asked the monitor to lead us to write new words silently. I always wrote down the first few words silently, looking at the deskmate scratching his head, quietly erected the small blackboard, and the deskmate left it quickly, quickly write it on your own small blackboard. Because my dictation went smoothly, I had time to look at the embarrassment of my partners. I really couldn’t remember for a long time, waiting for the monitor to shout again. But the monitor only shouted a new word for three times. At this time, I blurted out, imitating the Monitor’s long voice: Silent the word “upstairs”, but the voice did not fall, the teacher rushed in step by step, so I was pulled to the front. The teacher just held a pipe in his hand, so my little head was knocked three times by the pipe, and I came back aggrieved, one by one with my own small blackboard in line, when I went to the desk to check the teacher, a rash guard turned around because of full excitement. His thick blackboard hit the small blackboard I was holding. With a slight crack, my small blackboard was split into two halves. Fortunately, there was a wooden frame around it, and the two halves were not separated. So this small blackboard with cracks accompanied me through the first grade of primary school. When I was in the second grade, I had a notebook. There was a thin layer of plastic paper on the first layer, and a layer like the copy paper today was on the bottom. Use a hard round-headed pencil to fill up a piece of paper. When you lift the first layer of plastic paper, the strokes of the words will be eliminated. This book is about ten pages. It can be used repeatedly, but when the number of times increases, if the handwriting cannot disappear completely, it should be eliminated. The past is like smoke, but the pure and happy memory often reveals a seductive smile, which makes me miss……. 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…

where will life take you?

I still remember that I once wrote an article “On the Road”, which was published in the log of QQ space by me. I never read it after it was published, and I didn’t open it again until one night when I sorted out the old manuscript. Turning to the bottom, I saw what a stranger left in my comment column. wherewilllifetakeyou? (Where will Life lead you?) At that time, I took a quick glance and didn’t think much about it, so I replied to the way to take us to heaven. Soon I saw his reply to heaven and got off work. I couldn’t stay there for a few minutes. Yes, what should we do if heaven is off duty? What are we chasing? Is it a rich material enjoyment? Or do you have to find something to do just because you are alive? Life is like an altar of wine which has been fermented for a long time and is full of strong fragrance. When you spend it freely, you feel that time is passing easily, but when you stop your rough steps, when turning around and chewing all kinds of things in the world, I found that some things were not as perfect or ugly as we imagined. The premise is that when you need to taste this feeling, you need to keep yourself in a neutral state. In this way, only through the vision of bystanders can we clearly know what life needs us to do. After the decision is made, we have to leave quickly before leaving work in heaven. When I arrived in heaven one day, my heart should never regret this kind of life. Tricycle tricycle is the work of Xiangzi in “Camel Xiangzi” described by Lao She. Now everyone is called tricycle, which was called rickshaw in the early days. This kind of car needs the driver to have good physical strength and endurance. No matter in the rainy and snowy winter lunar December or in the hot summer days of Xia Yang, they still have to hide in a corner and work hard for life. I seldom took this kind of car before. Every time when I sat on it, I looked at the slightly vicissitudes of the pedaling people in front of me. The buttocks will be like pins and needles. One morning, I was too anxious to hurry up. I took a three-round trip with my teeth clenched. Then I talked with a driver who could be my grandfather all the way. I asked him whether he was tired of pedaling like this every day, and he answered that he was still successful. I asked him whether he did business every day, but he answered that he was still successful. I asked him again. Don’t he feel wronged by repeating one thing every day? I obviously felt that his pedaling legs trembled. He coughed lightly and didn’t say any more. He didn’t ask me a word until I arrived at the destination and gave him money. He said, girl, do you feel wronged for the work you have to repeat every day? I thought for a while and then shook my head. He wiped his face with a towel around his neck and said, “Still, for life. Who would feel how wronged it is. Later, I thought there was something wrong with my own idea. All passers-by in the world have their own abilities to survive, and they eat by their abilities. It was not a big deal at all. I put it in my place, but it broke the way of survival because of my compassion. If everyone was my previous thought, wouldn’t the rickshaw drivers have to starve to death because of unemployment. What should be given to them is actually respect, not compassion. Each person really can’t choose his or her family background, but he or she shouldn’t have the distinction between nobility and nobility when he or she lives in the world. No matter which profession, it should be worthy of our respect. Learn to respect, just as life leads us to another pure land. If it can be done, there may be less truth that cannot be revealed in the world. Writing here, I remembered the sentence my friend asked. wherewilllifetakeyou? (Where will Life lead you?) I thought for a while this time. The place where life leads people should be the place where everyone yearns for pilgrimage. It’s just that there are some differences between my heart and yours. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

Autumn Heart

Autumn Heart

On Saturday, on a boring night, I knocked the keyboard on the screen alone, and finished the emotions in my heart into fragrant words. Alone for a while, let the melody from the radio play a desolate mood with the waving of fingertips. It is said that it is autumn in the north now, and the climate is gradually getting cooler. I don’t know how it feels to walk into autumn? I don’t know whether my sisters and friends who are far away from the north are still safe or not? I especially remember that at this time last year, I once carried a heavy burden and stumbled on the internet. As a result, I met a group of intimate friends. From then on, online love has accumulated in my heart. Somehow, the feeling autumn gives me is always full of romance and a little melancholy. Every time I see the autumn scene on the screen or in the photo, I will stop and meditate silently to feel the atmosphere of autumn. Maybe it was just my own imagination, but after reading a lot of articles about autumn, it must be not far different. Every time I stand in the wind, I will try to imagine myself walking in the season of falling leaves, seeing pieces of red and yellow maple leaves lying quietly on the cold road. What kind of mood would it be like? In this summer island, there is always a curiosity and yearning for spring, summer, autumn and winter. Perhaps, I would not understand the cuteness of spring breeze without the biting cold of winter; Maybe I would not feel the coolness of autumn, and I would not understand the hateful of summer. However, the Autumn in My impression is either bleak, lonely, quiet or gentle. Autumn is the season for couples to break up. Its bleak will always arouse the sorrow hidden in people’s hearts; Autumn is also the season when two Hearts deliver each other. Its coolness can also evoke the gradually budding emotion in people’s hearts. Therefore, autumn, in my heart, is more full of romantic atmosphere; Autumn, everything becomes gentle like water. Mei Er once told me that she didn’t like autumn, and she didn’t like to see the luxuriant leaves turning from green to red, withering gradually, then leaving the mother body without knowing where they would be located. Autumn gives her the feeling of bitterness, and autumn makes her sigh life. This makes me wonder whether the so-called Four Seasons represent the journey of life and the birth, aging, illness and death of life? When we came to this world, it was like a spring breeze blowing across the faces of our parents, bringing them the breath of spring and happiness in their hearts. And we, like a piece of paper covered with snow, let our parents paint colorful colors for our pale sky; There are rainbows after rain in the day, and stars and moons reflecting each other in the night. Under the careful care of our parents, we irrigated for us day and night, and the seedlings gradually grew into fragrant red flowers and green leaves. After growing up, we are young and frivolous, just like the hot sun in summer, exuding vigorous vitality, full of hope for life and expectation for the future. At that time, we were full of energy and energy, and our hearts were filled with the heat of hot summer. Finally, it settled down in the days of bumping and falling in the sun and rain. It is said that young people don’t know the feeling of sorrow. They don’t know that the past years have flowed into rivers until autumn comes. Autumn comes into our lives silently. In my dazzling eyes, I suddenly found that I had matured a lot in the trance years, and even found that I might have wasted a lot of time. The experience of life and the exercise of life are all engraved permanent traces on our faces one by one. Every script and story was polished into mottled memories by years. Engraved on the face and forehead, there began to be a track of life, and vicissitudes of snow and frost appeared between the temples and hair. After entering the middle age, I gradually know more and more about where will die. Facing the death of my relatives, I have experienced half a life’s ups and downs. The fire that once burned in my heart gradually went out, and I just wanted to let happiness surround me in a plain way. At this time, we occasionally sit at the window to recall the past, and always feel that the older we are, the fewer friends we have. No matter holding the leaves of the branches, or the dead leaves that choose to leave, the shadows of each other are gradually moving away. The coming of winter makes the cold biting. The streets are white and desolate. However, everything looks so white and calm, just like life is about to come to an end. The colorful world has gradually faded. The ruthless time blurs our sight and memory. Therefore, my heart is tired, and I am also tired. Occasionally, I really want to shake off the dust on my body, unload all the disguises and embark on a new journey again. Until the day of death, nothing was taken away, either turned into ashes or buried under the ground, but only occupied one piece of pure land, waiting for the next reincarnation. Life is just like the cycle of four seasons, passing away in a hurry. However, whether it is spring breeze, summer or winter snow, I always feel that only autumn is the most splendid season in life. Because in autumn, we will yearn for the warmth of spring, cherish the warm heart of summer, but fear the loneliness of winter. Tonight, looking through the articles on the prose website again, I seemed to be able to feel the burst of autumn, invisible floating to this green island, and also feel the slight feeling of sorrow. Maybe it is because of my sentimental nature that I have a sentimental attachment to autumn, and I can write down my faint heart words in this light autumn season 2012.09.15 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…

Harmonica recalling

The Emerald harmonica, I don’t know what material it is, the shining golden copper sheet, the bright drop point, the structure of the wood block and the exquisite carving make people happy and desire to possess it, it is treasured by you. Every time you go out to play and walk away from home, you must hide it on your body and regard it as your hands and feet for fear that others will take it away. On the windowsill in the south of the house, your appearance is always indispensable every night, just as TV broadcast is indispensable every day. You held your breath, adjusted your posture and stared at the bamboo forest intently, just like a senior musician who played unconsciously. The little animals are moving, and the environment seems to make a sound of fighting against each other. I can’t remember clearly whether I have watched a series called swordsman or trample. You claim to play well and have a good voice. In fact, I always feel that no matter who plays the harmonica, even a weak person can play it, and your voice is like a duck, and it is not enough to give a free title called water duck. I am too lazy to tell you this, because the harmonica has always been occupied by you. You have a problem, but I think it is a disease. You are often like a ruffian who collects protection fees, holding a harmonica to show off in front of other people’s stalls. The purpose of your ghost is not to make others envy the harmonica, but to see you, taste your temperament, worship you have artistic cells? I remember an aunt who was interested in asking you how beautiful the harmonica was and where did she buy it. You have no conscience to answer others like this, saying that your father bought it at a high price at an auction on a business trip abroad. You lie like an impromptu speech, and you don’t have to make a draft. Your father is a native honest man with a low cultural level. The most literate person is only his own name, Mei Zili. He was big, with black and strong muscles. It was for others to carry and unload the bag. When did he get this bad job out of the country again? You have too many illnesses, which are more than the stars all over the sky at night. You can never count them, and you are still growing at the same time. Once, that was your favorite plaything. Now, I can have it without any effort, because you are dead, my brother. 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…

The pain left in the station

How many times, wandering in the station, can’t find the way to come, the next stop, is it eternal? It has been almost one year since I came to Beijing. I still remember that last year I came to Beijing specially to relax when I was in the College Entrance Examination. I felt a different breath and the heartbeat of the metropolis, the rhythm is full of contemporary time and years without any gaps. There was no intersection between my life and this modern big city at first. What reason could I ask to let me come to Beijing? Maybe because my father stayed in Beijing for nearly ten years, what could he do in ten years? Familiar with a city? Enough, so I came! But in the end, I didn’t expect that I could come to Beijing and had an incomprehensible fate with Beijing. It turned out that I came to Beijing not only for relaxation, but also for a fate that was hard to forget, I will finally go back to Beijing. No matter whether I like it or not, that road will continue and move forward. However, in the end, I don’t know whether I fell in love with Beijing or Beijing pestered me? If we say that the biggest impression of Beijing is just the bit by bit in the memory, then the indelible mark is still branded in the end. Maybe life sometimes needs to use marks to show what has happened, until the end, it is so profound… On the first day, I went out of the platform of Beijing West Railway Station, carrying two tourist bags, and left the railway station with my father seven or eight turns. Under the scorching sun, I leaned against the bus license plate several feet square, the fatigue of the journey was in a daze in front of my eyes. When I closed my eyes, I seemed to go back to the senior three time when I fought day and night, which was indelible in my whole life… There are dense small characters on the bus sign, and large characters written in red on the top, which are particularly conspicuous and prominent. The lonely license plate Post is covered with small advertisements, which are tightly wrapped! Later, a tall yellow bus took us back. The bus master dressed up very fashionable. Maybe this is the new human beings! A pair of black sunglasses makes me look cool! The way he drove was also very exaggerated. It seemed that he was going to turn himself out when he turned a corner. Anyway, how much inertia he turned in the end, how powerful he was, from time to time, I also looked back at the passengers in the car, showing white teeth, showing enthusiasm and vivacity! In the hot summer, I was still very helpless. The smell of gasoline and human sweat in the car made me feel sick… However, I didn’t make a joke because of my persistence and swallowing the saliva over and over again. After all, in a big city, how shameful it would be to be seen as Carsick by others, for the sake of face, I had to hold back, even if I swallowed all the saliva. Later, it really proved that what I thought was right! Face was saved after all, but the taste of suffering seemed to disappear forever in memory… Bus seems to be my weakness. In the hot summer, I have endured enough! Almost every day, I had to walk a long way, at least when I first came to Beijing, I was always confused by those stations! At first, because I didn’t know how to take the bus in the city and my Mandarin was not so fluent, I was always afraid that if I accidentally took the wrong bus or took the wrong bus number, he got off the wrong station by himself, a stranger who was unfamiliar with his life, then what should he do? Every time I take a bus, it seems that I have to make up my mind, especially careful, without any carelessness! On the second day I came to Beijing, my father took me to the bus card recharge point and set up a bus card for me in Beijing with the words “one card” written on it. I even didn’t understand why it was called one card, is it possible to take a bus casually with only one card? At that time, there was no concept of transportation. I only knew that I had to buy a ticket immediately after taking the bus, and then someone would remind me to get off when I arrived at the station, it’s that simple! Besides knowing little about cards, there is another thing I am know that bus cards are much cheaper than buying tickets. My father once told me that a ticket is 60 cents more expensive than a bus card. As a person in the countryside, he is used to calculating carefully in order to survive better! I was just wondering why there was such a regulation. At that time, apart from being strange, I didn’t have much energy to probe into its deep-seated reasons. Maybe it is because I have been afraid of big cities since I was young! In Beijing, I always like to run around alone, because in my opinion at the beginning, the distance between that station was too close! But later I found that I was stupid… That distance is not coming out at all… From not being able to take a car to taking a car by myself, what I have experienced on Earth is mostly forgotten. What is fresh in my memory is those tortured images, enduring the pain caused by carsickness. Every time, after taking the bus for several stops, the disgusting feeling that came to my heart seemed to be unable to figure out the time when the car broke out. I always suffered a few stops before I finished the journey… The journey, maybe sometimes, is just that I have been persevering and enduring all the time. I have used all the perseverance I need. Every time, they all hope to end the suffering of riding through the transfer of memory! Thinking about the happy scenes before, sometimes I would laugh secretly. However, those methods were just like viruses, and antibodies came into being for a long time! A method may have its timeliness! But can’t I really change anything? I don’t know… I still remember that at that time, because I was afraid of taking a bus, I would not go to the bus easily even if I was tired and sweating alone… This is the necessary price to reduce hardship! Even if you are tired, you won’t stop, because the next stop is ahead! It’s gone after biting my teeth… In order to get rid of carsickness, I almost exhausted all the methods, many of which were ineffective. I was tired after trying, and then I simply resigned. Since some things have become a foregone conclusion, also resign yourself! Tomorrow is still sunny… Therefore, I secretly put a bag in my schoolbag before every ride in the future. Now, I can’t hide it from the world. What if others see it, just smile, if you can’t stand this ridicule, then how can you walk out of the house and face the world? My husband is aiming at all directions, and I can’t die because of a little setback… However, what makes me strange is that even if I take out the bag, it will not attract much attention. It seems that everyone has their own business and it is too late to take care of others’ business, this result really surprised me. However, I also understood that I was not someone. In this metropolis, everyone had his own heartbeat and breath, all have their own days… It was not until then that I realized how naive I was… It turns out that I have been living in my own world… Endless, dream woven by myself… I always think that living in my own world, living in my heart, is it happiness or my life stranger? Since that incident, I am not afraid of being laughed at by others as always, perhaps because I am in a different place! Who would care about those things that were once on buses in rural areas? Or you have already been used to crawling and rolling in the countryside… I also have a certain understanding of those passers-by in the city. Maybe there is no harmony in the countryside. People are too tired, and everyone is very tired, so those so-called ravines have unconsciously divided everyone… Maybe, in the end, I will be the same as them! The same is like a stranger, and the sacrifice needed to integrate into this city is helpless… Every time, put it in front of the car window, looking at this colorful city, the neon lights are jumping a little prosperous! Life is a reincarnation. After one stop after another, only the corners of the city are left behind. For those high-rise buildings that have passed away, the rain and rain will finally float and sink, leaving no trace… I have also thought about myself whether I am used to being natural and unrestrained in the countryside. In the life of big cities, I seem to have some hands at a loss? The station is still continuing. At that moment, it is reincarnation! A person’s world, facing the reality, a world inside the car, a world outside the car, when the announcer said that the next stop had arrived, what was I doing? I am still thinking about those trivial things in the past, and the loneliness with time… Later, I learned to get into the subway alone. In the underground world, there is no brilliance in the city, leaving only the endless night. Maybe the night is the most beautiful in this lonely metropolis! At least, there are no high-rise buildings in the subway, and the prosperity of life! Sometimes, I will think whether life is just traffic one after another. When the red light is used, I will stop, when the crossroad is used, I will think, when I surpass it, I will accelerate, and I can’t do without the constraints of one stop after another, even if you are willing to bury it… Also can’t escape the reincarnation between stations! In fact, for me, Beijing may be the traffic that will never end. In the traffic, we are thinking about our own worries, and we are locked by each other. Every time, when I go home from school, I will observe the people around me, different people, different levels of riding, when giving up my seat becomes a custom, when respecting the old and loving the young evolves into the everlasting truth… I will smile happily. Even if I am not sitting here, I still have some feelings in my heart. This city really makes people too tired… However, there will always be a blooming spring in the corner of society. When Loving People scatter great and selfless love… That corner is the pure land of the world! Usually, if I go out, I will take the bus at that station with my father, looking at the outside world, the traffic in Beijing, everything in Beijing, and those high-rise buildings outside… For the sake of common things… When the subway passes by, the cold loneliness will also reveal unconsciously… How far is one stop? At least even if I was sweating, I wouldn’t catch up with the missed stop. Next stop, would I forget the pain on those cars? I spent most of my time waiting for the bus that should come, watching the corners of the city falling down. It turned out that I had never left… That stop… The pain of reincarnation continues, Beijing, the forgotten corner! 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. 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Hazy, heart scenery

Most of the time, people think that beauty is in the clear sky. Those colorful flowers blooming in spring, those flourishing willows swaying in the wind, those white clouds floating in the blue sky, and The Seagull soaring in the blue sea. There are several desolate green grasses, several lotus ponds in Wanli pond, and several red dragonflies in the branches of reeds and plants. I have been grateful all the time. It was the eyes that made us appreciate all the good things in the world until we met the hazy morning. Walking on the asphalt road in the morning dew, I unconsciously came to the suburb. It is rare to have the opportunity to enjoy the misty morning. The vehicles coming and going on the road were driving rapidly. The busy construction workers wore an oily coat with a full face of stubble, because they were too busy to fix themselves, passing by in front of me, my back was hazy in the fog, lamenting the most ordinary scenery in life, leaving early and returning late. I don’t know whether they will complain about the hardships of life or meet some happiness in the busy life. At the high intersection in the suburb, a fresh wind blew through the cool and comfortable, and watched the surrounding scenery leisurely. Unexpectedly, I was instantly fascinated by the scenery in the fog. A rising sun blushed all over his face, smearing golden glow to the Earth through the mist. The distant mountains are hazy and the white mist is lingering around, as if lifting the mountain arch in the air. Looking from a distance, it adds a trace of depth and illusion to the mountain. It was still the familiar village, and smoke rose from the kitchen. With three or two poplar trees beside the road, there was a different scenery in the hazy time and space. The fog covered the hazy scenery with more reverie. The scenery seen by the eyes has been drawn long ago, and the color is limited, while the things touched by the heart are the corners that the eyes can’t see, hazy, with flaws hidden in the scenery that can’t be seen clearly. The eyes know your appearance, and the heart senses your inner temperament. Some sceneries have different feelings due to different distances, and some sceneries are gorgeous in a flash, such as fireworks under the night sky, leaving a little hazy and fixing the beauty in the heart. I like the hazy, a kind of tranquil and warm feeling, and it smells fragrant. Hazy, only beautiful leaves add cloud flower clothes. My mind stretches the brush of my heart faintly. Through thousands of years, you are dressed in red and dressed in Cambodia. The cavalry is singing on the ancient Tea-Horse Road, riding a horse and whipping the North to leave the grassland. Draw a Wupeng boat, the boat will sound, accompany you to clean up the wind and cable on both sides of Wujiang River. Listening to the sound of flowers outside the window, on the plane tree under the moon, the Nightingale’s melodious singing voice stayed overnight. You can vaguely distinguish the sound of your flute in the euphratica forest. All these are just hazy scenery in your heart! Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

August is lonely and lonely

“I am destined to be an Immortal and lonely star, with no companions and a lonely life.” I suddenly remembered the fate of Chinese heroes. My wife died and my son died, so I left because of love. Of course, I also thought of killing my wife and killing my son for pursuing the highest level of martial arts. Both of them are lonely, but loneliness is different. One is to leave because of love and bear loneliness alone, and the other is to bear loneliness painfully for pursuit. Of course, these two kinds of loneliness are the realm that I can’t reach, but my loneliness is also so distinctive and unique. Only oneself can feel the feeling of one’s loneliness, and one’s loneliness is the inborn wandering of heart. The foot, the heart in the distance. Life is a process of walking. For a person who is eager to go far away, he is the happiest on the road all his life. What they want is not to live in a rich house and have a meal, in the days of stretching out their hands, what they want is not the life of profiteers who communicate with each other on the table of wine and meat, and the life of scheming profiteering. What they want is not the gangdom years that run rampant and hide in Tibet, what they want is that there is no scenery in the familiar place, what they want is to be free at will, and what they want is a kind of peace with the circumstances. I am afraid that it is a kind of sorrow to say goodbye alone without anyone else, but my heart is tied. Solitary A single person is not heartless or heartless. Lonely people are not without mountains and rivers, without knowing each other and cherishing each other. Lonely people are not isolated and cynical. They just can’t bear losing themselves for others. They don’t want to give up thinking because of relationships. They can’t stop moving forward for fetters. On the way, living elsewhere is their lifelong pursuit. Zhang Chu said: lonely people are shameful. For the curse of Chinese heroes and the pursuit of Invincible, are these two kinds of supreme loneliness shameful?! Loneliness is a state, a life that is neither caring about others nor cared about by others. The most popular disease in 21st century is loneliness, which is a common problem of modern people and also a “civilization disease” brought by modern civilization to human beings “. We face the pain of loneliness and feel empty. We pass sex. God. Work. Drinking. Writing poems or monotonousness makes you numb or satisfied to escape loneliness. I put down my pen, isn’t it? I just have a mood now. By the way, this kind of emotion is called loneliness. Gaga…” all the ancient sages are lonely “. Of course, I am not a sages, let alone the loneliness that I didn’t meet with great talent in those years. I just remembered the poems of the famous people who were shaking the past and the present for no reason. Today is lunar July 7, the Chinese Valentine’s Day, the day when the Cowherd and the Weaving Maid meet, the beautiful legend, and Queqiao.” If the love between them lasts for a long time, will they stay in the morning and evening “and Qin Guan’s famous sentence. Thinking of that young man who once yearned for literature, The Last Leaf once wrote about Queqiao fairy moon covering shame face Magpie taking red bridge Yinhan Road he Qiyao hated cattle at this time he stumbled and feared that Magpie birds would return the encounter period he Yao although they are separated from each other in the end of the world, he can’t remember the appearance of his first girlfriend, what I once thought naively that I would never forget in my whole life could not recall her outline in five years. He suddenly wanted to say that nothing could last forever and nothing could not be forgotten, but he just didn’t want to forget it. The people in front of us are all embracing each other, which makes people unable to recall that they once quarreled with each other because of suspicion and contradiction. It seems that today there is only sweetness. The flowers in the flower shop are full of roses, which are as bright as blood, pouring all over the floor.” Happy Valentine’s Day, Happy Valentine’s Day “is floating in the video store”. Why is assang’s lonely singing in his ears. “When you hear loneliness singing, the gentle and fierce singing is so cruel that people can’t help crying into a river. When you hear loneliness singing, gentle and crazy sadness is getting deeper and deeper, how can it stop? When you hear loneliness singing gently fierce singing is so cruel that people can’t help crying into a river you listen to loneliness singing gentle crazy sadness is getting deeper and deeper who can do me a favor to stop it I hold my right hand with my left hand, huddle up in the deserted corner. If a woman reaches out to me now, if her fingers are hot, who she is actually not important to me. The loneliness of a man may be so vulnerable. Maybe love is just because of loneliness. You need to find someone to love, even if there is no ending. (The little fairy said, I am a person who can’t stand loneliness) my loneliness has grown into a blue flower firmly, leaving me lonely and self-respecting. The sun reluctantly hid its sunset red, with sporadic rain falling down. A young couple had an argument for some reason. The Roses broke all over the floor, and the wind took the opportunity to make a fuss, thirteen rose petals danced in the air. Women are really brave, knowing clearly that marriage is the grave of love, they are still desperate to dig their own graves one after another. Perhaps women are the stupidest animals. I stood up and walked towards the hair salon where the Red Lantern just lit up. 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…