Orange life after being empty

At this moment, I don’t know what I want to do? The heart is lit, let it burn to the end. I shed tears all the way, but I dare not take my heart out and face the moonlight. I want to ride a horse, leaving only the laughter like a silver bell. Passing by, okay? I am only willing to be the beautiful scenery passing by, even if I have only seen the beautiful scenery once. Often, living in the story, fantasizing the beauty of the story and the plot of the fairy tale. At the end of the closing, no matter how terrible it was, I also thought it was beautiful. It seems to live in a strange circle and never escape. Heart. Learn to endure; Heart. Learned to break; Heart. Learn to know; Heart. Learn to hurt; Heart. Learn to give up; Heart. Learn to love; Heart. Learn to leave; Heart. Learned to cherish. Heart. Learn to bear all kinds of cruelty; Heart. What I learned is whether to survive or die. Shed tears, knowing that it is salty. Salty grotesque, salty nerve, salty don’t know how to wipe it off. It is pain, painful palpitations, pain slim, pain want to cut off the nerves. When he opened his mouth and couldn’t shout any sound, the world was gloomy. Without the ability to distinguish right from wrong, the meaning of survival, and the courage to argue. Sometimes, I really want to be a strong person and don’t expect any emotional comfort. Know love, give love, but don’t capture love… However, it must be supported by trust. Trust is like a life-saving straw. Prison and not prison are all in one mind. Let go, fall into the abyss, and never end; Grasp, the future exists, but still have to bear, experiencing some kind of pain. Every warm stream of happiness swears the leap of heart. When you think of something, your body will be more calm. When you write something, your self-awareness will be stronger. No affectation, no decoration, no coercion, no demanding, no stingy, no fantasy. All kinds of love should pursue a realm beyond oneself. More natural, more natural, more natural… Buddhism says: everything is empty… Empty is because I once endured it and realized it —- I will put it down. For: everything is empty. Every day we are walking in a hurry, and every day we are getting old, and the mottled life is still going on every day. When night falls, when you are lonely, when you are afraid of all the bad things around you. I always think about the meaning of living inadvertently….. How to Live depends on what kind of attitude towards life. If the attitude is incorrect, life is probably a variety of distorted and tangled postures. However, it is difficult for the Speaker to make a simple statement with a clear attitude and make a correct choice. Our hearts are like two warriors who are always fighting, arguing over right and wrong, tearing between good and evil, and arguing about right and wrong. To do anything or make decisions for anything, it seems that we are used to leaving problems to warriors in our hearts to weigh them. The reality is sweeping and devouring people’s hearts more and more, and the things disguised gradually become stronger and harder; The people who are realistic and imaginary are just separated by a wall, realistic people say that imaginary people are wild-minded psychologies, while imaginary people say that realistic people are fools who do not know the true meaning of life. When one day, they came out from the wall and met each other, they found that in fact, no one could live without anyone. In a sense, everyone is a pretender. In order to protect yourself from a kind of angle and not hurt others, instinctively disguise some beautiful and obscure things, people or memories that can only be tasted slowly in your heart. I read a sentence from somewhere, saying that we should learn to live a fresh life like the color of oranges. Personally, I strongly advocate this concept. Try to imagine everything around us, or simply paint our life with the brightest color. Will we have a new visual experience and a new life? How to apply it to real life is nothing more than a little difficult. But should we advocate this concept to make it close to our vision and life. After a long time, he will become a habit and accompany us. Until old death, in this way, will be buried, because this color will also smile ~! Good things are always the instinct of human beings to pursue. Although life is in a hurry, it cannot resist the trace of pursuing good things. So, I am not an exception. 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…

Rewind

Rewind

I am sitting in this crowded classroom. Neon lights are flashing in the dark night outside the window. Rainy Night in city. I remember you said he had a blurred beauty! Is it rainy or sunny? Is it pouring rain, or is it sunny? Is it rewinding or reality? I always repeat these annoying questions over and over again, and never tire of them. It was even like those withered flowers that would thank you, recalling all kinds of beauty in the world, so that they began to miss the past. The sun full of branches in spring and the fragrant cracks. I raised my head, and the fog in the night accidentally covered my eyes. Can’t I open my eyes, or have I never thought of opening my eyes? Just because my eyes are full of you, or only you? I know this is just my wrong feeling, and it is the vague state of the moment in the gap between my present and past. I can’t remember if you smell of tobacco? I can’t remember whether you have ever had that tearful face? Can’t I remember or not?! Summer nights always seem extremely cold. They always invade my pores out of control and instantly penetrate into my bones, making me cry inexplicably. Somehow I think of you, the sky blue umbrella which is raining heavily. It always stays there so quietly, as if the relationship between me and you is placed in the gap of time, never reincarnated, never died, and never reborn. In the rain and fog, the sky blue rusty umbrella was full of my own breath. He said he was very lonely. But only I know. I am not qualified to talk about loneliness with him. I am only lonely. In the boundless wilderness of time, in the silent and vicissitudes of night fog, I am just lonely for my feelings! This feeling is like a gorgeous and magnificent flood. The waves pounced on the rocks, but one day they would die in such a vigorous way and be surrounded by cracks. I can’t touch the old breath any more. He once came here vigorously and left peacefully. I’m just not used to the blank left by his retreat. Just like myself many years ago, I was just not used to the helplessness when I just entered a strange environment. Time is a savior. He will let this helpless blank disappear from my life one day. In turn, it becomes other gorgeous symbols. I can’t know how long this blank can last? It is not clear when the gorgeous symbols can replace their existence? And I only know that in this blank paragraph, I suddenly remember you in this cold summer night, and remember those beautiful things once or things that are no longer beautiful now. I only so!! This is not a rewind of time, it is just a rewind in the blank of my love. A confused, helpless, sad, helpless and untouching Rewind! But now, he can only be saved by time in a popular way, never reborn in the dark, that’s all! 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…

Leaning sword wander

I have always had an illusion. Take a long sword and wander around the ends of the world. Maybe it was because of reading too many martial arts novels and being deeply influenced by them. I only felt that it was a pleasant thing to go to the end of the world with a sword. Recently, I have read Master Jin Yong’s novels, among which there are many women with high martial arts and chivalrous women walking in the arena. However, what I like most is Zhao Min in the story of Killing Dragons by heaven. Perhaps the unique identity determines that it must have a unique personality. He was dressed in men’s clothing, a folding fan, a long sword and a white horse. He wandered out of the court and field naturally and met Zhang Wuji and fell in love with each other in the arena. This extraordinary character, unrestrained and clear love and hate is the place where I most appreciate this Infanta min. Since I was born in the new century, I certainly didn’t have the blessing to enjoy the pleasure of going to the end of the world with a flute and a sword. However, as I grew older, I was more determined to be an independent and proud woman. If I could, I would like to wear a green shirt with a long body of Jade, a long sword around my waist, a jade flute in my hand, riding a white horse, wandering around the world for a lifetime, enjoying that life. I am happy to play between mountains and waters, and I am more willing to find my own self-contentment among the mountains and rivers. Landscape have reiki. People often say that human beings are the most spiritual creatures in the world. But it is not that I am a person who is arrogant, nor that I want to be unconventional. I really think that mountains and rivers are more spirited than people. I once wanted to be a painter with a drawing board on my back, so I could go to the mountains and rivers to write about the mood of that time. It’s a pity that I didn’t have that day, but if there was, I would never paint people, only flowers, birds, insects and fishes, only houses and rivers, only landscapes and landscapes. This reminds me of the bean sprouts written by Chi Zijian, The Thin Yellow little boy who looks like an autumn papyrus. He said that people in the world are ugly and cannot be included in the painting. I think my mood is not quiet, so I often swim in the ocean of words, looking for a unique placeholder. However, it is more difficult to embrace the nature full of aura after all to rely on words for warmth, which is just a simple reverie temporarily when the wish has not been realized or cannot be realized, breed a force, from the inside to the outside, let the body and soul reluctantly integrate into it. Therefore, I yearn for and look forward to the wonderful life hidden in the mountain forest. Maybe it is an old man’s mentality, not the mentality I should have at my age. I want to retire in the deep mountains and forests one day. Sunrise, Sunset and. Standing in the mountains and waters in leisure time, you can see the posture of trees in the mountain and enjoy the posture of fish swimming in the water. Wear a white dress, gather a sleeve of moonlight, and put blue silk or white hair into a casual bun. Don’t put the flowers that change at any time in your hair. The fragrance overflows, refreshing. Or you can insert a self-made hairpin askew, which is simple and elegant with ancient charm. Holding a guqin, sitting alone under the peach blossom tree, gently stroking the strings, playing a song of high mountains and flowing water, calm and calm, not for finding any bosom friend, nor for anyone else, just for yourself, only for the green mountains and rivers that blend with me. And I could only hear the crisp sound of landscape accompanying me. And then this whole life. How good! That must be a very beautiful thing. Even though I really want to live this kind of extraordinary life which seems to be out of touch with the world, the reality tells me that before that, I have to face the existence of reality. There are not many hermits in China since ancient times, but I am afraid that there are few people who can really be called hermits. The so-called hermit refers to those who live in seclusion. If you want to be a hermit, the first necessary condition is that you must be an intellectual. “Southern history. Seclusion” says: Hermit must contain Zhen Yangsu, and literature should be based on art industry. No, then I am in the mountain with my woodcutter. Why is it different. In this way, hermit still needs to have high cultural literacy, and should have the ability to be an official rather than be an official. Of course, it is impossible to know whether many hermit are really hidden in the mountains and forests and enjoy themselves, or whether the intention of drunkard is not wine, so as to hide and seek for official affairs. For me, I know that I will hide in the temple first, then I can hide in the mountains. The first official and the second one are not obsessed with the life of the drunken officialdom, nor the boredom and despair of the warmth and warmth of the secular world, but only my attitude towards life and life. Living in the temple can also worry about its people, and living far away from the arena can also worry about its monarch. When you become an official, you will be born in the world. It is just life. When you experience a fresh life and have different feelings, you can have the world in your heart, decide to get close to nature, and never regret this life! Prosperity is like the world, loneliness is like a person. Everyone and every living entity is an individual, and I stand alone among them, thinking that even if I am not the best, I should be the unique one. Realize your true meaning among all living beings. Every time I ponder at this point, what came to my mind was always Mr. Lu Xun, who was sitting under the dim light with a pipe in his mouth, with a thoughtful expression on his thin face. Among many Chinese litterateurs and thinkers, I especially love Mr. Lu Xun, the sharp words in Mr. Ai’s works, the intoxicating appearance of Mr. Ai when he meditated, and what Mr. Ai did for the citizens. From the moment he decided to abandon medicine and write articles, the pen in his hand turned into his sharp weapon. What I admire is Mr. Zhou’s tangible pen and invisible weapon. Maybe it is exactly the sword I want. The sword front is extremely sharp, and it is just so to say that iron is cut like mud. It directly refers to the good and evil of human nature and the rule of society. Even though I am not a famous sword maker, even though it is not a general Mo Xie, even if there is no jade treasure to decorate, however, I will cast it with the blood of my heart day by day and turn my pen into the cold sword, I wear it around my waist and walk in the world. I can really walk around the world with my sword. When I returned to a certain Mountain, a certain water, a certain forest on a certain day of a certain year, I buried the sword under the ground, carrying a sleeve of breeze and a plain shirt, hold a guqin, drink a pot of turbid wine, stand under the peach blossom tree, and see how the trees and flowers are like peaches, and how they are washed away. Sit and watch the clouds circling the clouds, flowers bloom. Listening to birds singing and singing, the spring water is Ding Dong. A small pavilion, half a curtain, the sunshine is just right, warm hit my lazy face, then I can smile lightly as the stranger to see flowers, no need to enter the dust again, just walk on a stranger, see the wind and flowers of a river, no love and no injury written in the afternoon of May 19, 2012 Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Coming and going

Coming and going

Looking at the people coming and going, the wet ground splashing with rain, and the slightly cool heart. The world is very noisy, but I am quiet. Walking in the rain, the leaves shook a few drops of water, blurring the glasses. It was in a rainy season that I met my strange uncle. In the hazy, he became a bright sight in my eyes. It’s not clear, the fragrance floated in the rain. We met. It is a story about two coins. It seems that everything is between the fingers. Once it blows, everything changes. Late at night, I want to hear his voice. Risheng, want to see his smiling face. Mobile phone buttons always cannot stop. Perhaps, he is shy. Perhaps, he is happy. I want to give him a taste of all I have, I want to be right beside him when he needs me, and I want to tell him my happiest mood at the first time. He had no shoulders when he was sad, but only wanted to hear his voice. The low voice of him was also a kind of comfort. I like watching him busy when he comes back to the dormitory after school through the curtains. He was so funny that he couldn’t see the corners of my mouth that I secretly hooked up. The more active he is, the quieter I am. It was so quiet that it was dark outside the window that I couldn’t see the familiar shadow any more. Then I pulled the curtain angrily, closed my eyes and thought about the humor in my memory. I like people who pass by the classroom casually but pay close attention to them. Occasionally, I was so nervous that I was at a loss when I accidentally met his eyes. He is the coming and going in my sight. Unique coins. He asked me to keep the only coin given for my birthday, and then exchange it for a secret about him. I loathe to give up. Just as I was reluctant to leave my childishness, I was reluctant to use the original memories from him. Time is like people coming and going. Hurry. I thought I could wait for the eternity I imagined, but I waited for the distance between me and him. I just felt his touch and shook the youth. Time tells me that we don’t have what if. Originally, I made an appointment for the first time. In the graduation season one month later, he turned left and I turned right. I didn’t have time to take photos of the photo, and I didn’t have time to save his appearance a