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…

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…

Prosperous years wind rain

The curtain of the years, the river water is mixed and the clouds are boiled, and the eaves of the building are dripping and glittering, the wine wakes up the residual light fog. The sound of the wandering heartbreak the rain is so rainy that the autumn color is green in the south of the Yangtze River, and the sleeping sound of the canopy is drizzling. The rolling curtain of the painting screen, the breeze invading the cold, the cold fragrance was washed everywhere, the thrill of Thunder, the Lightning and the sound did not see the dust dancing. Listening to the rhythm of the wind, the rhythm is beating, the lovesickness is helpless, listening to the whisper of the rain, soft and charming, warm hands and light oars. Lie down, still listen to the wind listen to Thunder listen to the rain. Enjoy the clouds and the moon by the fence, lean against the building and listen to the wind and rain. Poetry and fragrant ink in tow, romantic sad wear que. Ticking, overturn the sunny day. Red candle curtain blanket pillow, concise shack comic painting. A foreign land mid-autumn rabbit round, faint mountains copy silhouette. Call the cloud to call out the nectar and Jade liquor wine, laugh and drink the natural and unrestrained flow of life. Light melancholy light caused, a let go a ray of detached; Bustling when Hugh? The petals are as bright as rain. Listen to Lei Xiaozhu listen to the wind Pavilion listen to the rain garden, the wind, thunder and rain shake the drunken poetic craziness. Hold your breath gently, and slowly control your excitement. The corner of the small street turns, and the lonely alley in the shabby alley; The romantic charm of getting wet with clothes comes from the faint. Early and thin, and late. Banana Rose bamboo shadow listening to the rain, wind gathered in all directions light cold dance. Yayun green tea is carefully dotted until dusk, drinking all the fairy dew, and sucking the sobering feeling; Drunk the best sound of the Tung leaves in the whole court. Wind ting lei hope of reunion among friends, Acacia Xu Li impact total shear west window candle. Every bit of it gathered into a river, and the autumn pool lingboge rose wildly. The left eye is the dance of the wind, and the right eye is the sound of the rain. The left hand holds the Leichen in the palm tightly, and the right hand protects the icy heart. The wind was holding the rain, and the clear and sweet knocking on the window lattice played the notes which were sometimes slow, sometimes low and sometimes high. Frequency dream autumn pool add melody, a song of music and dance for thousands of years Sing Blue Bridge. The mountains were empty, windy and gentle, and white beads jumped into the boat. The cloud is broken, and the shadow of the tree is vivid. Wind master rain knock autumn, forest jade flute where to find? Wash the dirt to achieve Zen, listening to the wind and rain is also a reference to Buddhism. I feel relaxed and happy to decorate my emotions and chat to place my good wishes. Indifferent for water, and lonely wind rain sleep to get drunk. gui ke and flowers bloom, hometown missing cloud Cirrus easy. Life is a seed; It takes root wherever it falls. Wind light red floating palm, misty rain thunder thousand peaks risen and fallen. Relying on the fragrance of Lotus, the fragrance is luxuriant and reduced, and the maple color is attacked. Lotus, Lotus, a little concerned about cloud and smoke. When the rain hit the plantain, the sound was broken, and the picture screen made the piano wear through the rain curtain. The grass retreats, and the light is full of vitality; The harvest is full of infatuated feelings. The sadness of the rain Bell mixed with the sorrow of green, red and thin, marching on the journey of the Phoenix rain at dusk; Mixed with the singing of the blue boat which could not carry the sadness, whose thousand years of rain and wind last night continued? Listen to the wind and the rain, and smell the lotus fragrance and light strings. No disease, no temperature, no fire, calm, calm, fresh water. The years of listening to the wind and rain gathered the scattered mood; Condensed a drop of Acacia Pearl. Focus on describing your feelings, highlighting the silhouette of missing in the setting sun. Portray tears in eyes, and paint deep blue with heavy colours. Pure and bright thoughts did not resort to deceit, and their color was bleak and smoky, and the melancholy wind and rain of autumn; Lonely and speechless. Rustling wind rain, recession a soft rain Symphony. Listening quietly on the floor, a strange remote and profound. Everything has its charm, let alone the wind and rain? Delicate, affectionate, gentle and romantic, purely restraining the desire of prosperity. Listening to the sound of wind and rain, staring at the mysterious crystal world woven by gold, silver and thread. Magnificent meditation, listening to the wind and rain in the prosperous years; Amazing eyes tell a wonderful glimpse. 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…

On the way (selected writers)

A vast world is arrogant. The steep rocks are reserved. When I stood at the foot of the mountain and raised my head, I suddenly felt a tragic shock. The barren mountains are solemn and bleak. The ingenious workmanship of nature made the mountain and the water into a royal house across the river, and it was lonely all the way. It is the scenery that I am longing for to share green mountains and green waters. Living in the city, everything is blocked by the cement wall coldly, and there is little natural feeling. A tree, a grass and a piece of green are all poured with wisps of natural love. The mountain is still that mountain, and the water is still that water, but I always feel less and feel close. Wandering in the hazy world, the folk houses on the hillside are like a bright pearl inlay, which decorate the quiet mountain to be extremely enchanting. Work mountaineers here life work and rest, who put the fireworks brought to this desolate mountain. No one knows, and maybe they don’t want to know. But there is such a group of people who live here very comfortably and leisurely. Few people in the outside world know this paradise. The combination of mountains, forests, families and cooking smoke forms a unique scenery. I like to stroll along the path in the forest, with the fragrance of flowers invading and wandering, the bees and butterflies fluttering, and the ethereal mountain breeze blowing through the trace of coolness. I like to smell the smell of flowers and plants, and wash my mind inadvertently. Holding a bow of mountain spring, the sweet taste stretches. Hearing the sound of birds, you can see through the clouds. A few wisps of mountain flowers are swaying in the wind, which makes you slightly graceful. One person, one flower, one world. The mountains and rivers reflect on the blue sky, birds and flowers are fragrant and misty. The long call, the days ahead have a long way to go. I always want to leave some thoughts, but it feels like a flash in the pan, with a kind of sadness and sadness of frustration. Embrace each other in the blooming season of spring flowers, and say goodbye to the days when autumn leaves drift. Life is a little clear, cherish what you have today. The second stranger is flourishing, a little tangled. It is really difficult to achieve the same goal because of the same aspiration. I am used to the unrestrained idleness and don’t like to be bound by too much restraint, so I always get hurt inexplicably. Following the rules of the game is bound to be bound, but there are rules to follow when playing, which is very contradictory. Registering a blog in Sohu was originally intended to amuse time and record the ups and downs of mood, but always facing the reality. So I broke into a strange territory in an accidental time. I have been rejected for many times because of my strangeness. So there was a kind of lost desolation, solemn and stirring free and easy, no longer playing. Leisurely reading, leisurely tasting tea. Sometimes I write my mood to myself, which is actually very pleasant. Many things are extremely counterproductive, and no one is an exception. Playing is a kind of catharsis of the soul, but also a kind of temper of the mind. The habit is always hard to change, so the thought of restoration suddenly appears, returning to nature. Hidden between mountains and rivers, passing the dust far away from the noise, but it is really hard to avoid customs. A wisp of sunset remains under the twilight. It indicates the brilliance of life. There is no way to escape from the continuous road, and the right and wrong of life is changed. It is true that there is a sense of desolation, but there is no fear. Vaguely in the market, you have to see through. Learn to reflect, make public, and be patient! The sharp contrast is a kind of continuous publicity and domineering, but also a kind of intriguing free and easy. Mountains and Seas embrace each other, and Heaven and Earth are connected. Perfect scenery transplant. The extended road leads to the stranger Ze country, which is very far away and very confused. Still Life wants to know the world, bleak and leisurely. Leave a little sigh of emotion in the mess. Right is a kind of pouring out! The third is indifferent and carefree. The dim back vanishes, and the heart is confused from now on. The days going forward were bleak, and suddenly I woke up, with the feeling of looking forward to dawn in the dark night, I dared to take a nap. Therefore, there was the so-called cool back of memory inscription and confused frustration, which combined into a kind of mental growth. Lost the impulse of the past, nostalgia in trifles. The distant wild goose has a kind of desolation, but it is still a difficult journey to survive. The silent ethereal wandered in my heart and wanted to make it public once, but the time wasted could not tolerate any falsity. I don’t like the love between the flowers and the moon. I prefer the sunny days, which are casual and plain, with few but tedious worldly wisdom. They are often intolerant by modest gentlemen because they are not confined to etiquette and customs. Once the sea was difficult to be water, no one could see the residual flowers, which hurt me secretly. There was a desire to be alone in ignorance, so I got used to closing myself into a narrow space, reading, relaxing, going on an outing …. I was happy with myself. Suddenly one day I found myself really lonely, and many of my friends hadn’t contacted me for a long time. So I opened the dusty memory to search for my former friends. Seeing the long-lost phone, I suddenly had an inexplicable impulse. The number you dialed is not in the service area. A kind of loss filled my heart instantly. The everlasting thought was sent off by this tender voice. Looking up at the sky alone, a group of wild geese flew by, thinking of him who once promised. The past days were sent away ruthlessly by the years. I felt a little relieved, and sighed with a long sigh that I still had to live. I am used to the graceful music, and I like the music of the moonlight night. So I recorded some moods in the hazy world. 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…

Mother’s Day greetings

My mother and I are far away from each other, and I miss my mother very much in my heart. Today is Mother’s Day. I wrote down my greetings and blessings to my mother in words. My mother was already 80 years old, but there was no daughter’s company around her. Every day, I was lonely and lonely. I couldn’t do filial piety and filial piety far away from home. There was a kind of unspeakable sadness in my heart. Recalling the days and nights my mother spent with me, my mother’s warm and kind eyes were engraved into my heart. My mother’s eyes kept watching me walk out of the mountain and step on the life path of my future work. On the rough road in the future, mother’s nagging words often echoed in her ears. On festivals and festivals, she is greeting me and caring about me. Her heart has gone with my long journey. Now my mother is old, with white hair, dim eyes and deep wrinkles on her face one by one. Her weak body moves step by step with difficulty. She gasp heavily and eats a lot. She lies on the kang every day, I was waiting for my daughter from afar to come back, saying a few words of comfort and happiness. The time I can spend with my mother is the most beautiful and touching moment in the human world. I don’t feel annoying when talking warm words for thousands of times, and I don’t feel uncomfortable when listening to the nagging words for 10,000 times. Today you finally come back! Happy! How to leave as soon as I just got back? Can I stay for a few more days? I will often go home to have a look and take care of myself. I have no consciousness and don’t care about these habits. Today is a festival to thank my mother. What can I use to bless my mother? My mother’s deep kindness and love for nurturing are as rare and precious as snow lotus in deep mountains. With my devout heart, I put my hands together and knelt down beside the holy water, under the foot of Foshan, I wish my mother a healthy body, a safe life, a calm mind, a happy life, a smile to finish the last stop of life, and a quiet life, he drew a perfect ending to his life satisfactorily. He had never suffered from serious illness when he was young and had not suffered from the pain of surgery and medical treatment. Then when you get old, your resistance will be stronger and your illness will be far away from your rock-like constitution. Although it is not convenient for my mother to walk, she does not have any serious bad temperament. My mother, who was nearly 80 years old, treated life and death calmly, and smiled at life for one day. In the summer cool breeze and thanksgiving festival, my soul flew to my mother’s side, as if I walked through the bridges and fields with my mother hand in hand, working and weeding in the fields, the fragrance of Earth is the breath of mother, and the green of Earth is the youth of mother; I sing my mother in the wind and bless my mother in the rain. Mother, with the purest and noblest heart, my daughter wishes you to come back to your old age, send her the most sincere greetings and a grateful heart. May The Great Mother always shine with the sun and the moon, coexist with heaven and earth, and live longer than Nanshan Mountain. May mothers all over the world be healthy, safe and happy! 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…

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…

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…

It’s “hot” for a good autumn

In early autumn, the sun is shining, the sky is clear, the temperature is as high as 34 or 35 degrees Celsius, the room is hot and dry, sweat wrapped, uncomfortable and irritable. Our overtime work is complicated and messy, and it is rare for us to have a rest! Helpless flowers fell, and the familiar Yan returned, leaving yesterday’s romantic summer and having to welcome the scorching autumn day! Unexpected surprise, great news! The “talk about my father” I created unexpectedly won the second prize of essay solicitation by the Communist Party members around me, which was hosted by Lanzhou Federation of Trade Unions. It not only won the honorary certificate, magazine publication, but also won a hundred yuan prize, what is more important is that my writing talent is affirmed, my confidence is ignited, and the fire of creation desire is burning. Passionate and fast in my heart! I want to thank my colleagues and friends for their encouragement, support and appreciation. I finally published an article, which is so proud and proud! I am eager to tell the good news to the people I know! Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow must tell the people who should tell me, let them share my happiness together! My work was published, won the prize, and got the prize! This time, there will certainly be the next time, the third and the fourth —— originally, fairness, justice and truth existed between heaven and earth, but I lacked the eyes, confidence and actions to discover and pursue. To be honest, I really like your literature, and I can only cultivate, sow, manage and harvest in your dry and barren soil all my life! Only you, the world of freedom, can give me my wish in my life. If you don’t want to treat you in a mediocre and reckless way, you can only make great contributions to you with outstanding achievements. Perhaps the vitality of communication can be strong and permanent, and only a hundred times of efforts can win your favor, heart and smile! I hope dream come true soon, career, wide sea diving! It’s hot for a good autumn (the original words are cool for a good autumn)! 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…

The pot of hanging orchid in front of the window

The pot of hanging orchid in front of the window

The pot of hanging orchid in front of the window has a history of several years since entering the house. No care and no care, but now it is still strong and alive. What kind of spirit is supporting and comforting, relying on its tenacity and striving for progress and growth without hesitation. This is the confusion for which I wonder but want to further explore. I remember that when I just finished the decoration of the new house, I had bought it back quietly from the flower market. At that time, it was still extremely pedantic and slightly thin, which made people love it. Every time I see the soil foam under the basin and start to dry, I will endure my temper and gently blow away its leaf body carefully, then I carefully irrigated it with a little bit of clear water, or even some turbid water just washed the rice grains. It is said that the flowers poured in this way have fresh and tender colors, and the leaves with flower-shaped patterns are still very strong. As a result, I tried to maintain it like this, looking forward to its growth and the bright color that makes people happy. However, with the growth of children, their age multiplies and they have little patience. Apart from lifting a corner of the curtain every morning and evening and occasionally staring at it, there is no concentration and gaze at the first purchase, let alone careful care. The patience and carefulness at that time were empty. Just now, today, when I lifted the curtain and looked at the corner of the window, I found that it was still alive. Moreover, its vitality is still so tenacious. No matter from the bottom of the flower basin or from the appearance, there are no other symptoms of similarities and differences except that the leaves of the flower are slightly small and thin and the soil is cracked. Perhaps, this is the reason why this flower is not that flower, and that Flower is far from that flower! 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…

Who keeps the heart like Jade for whom

Meeting you is the greatest happiness in my life. At least, I used to think so. At least, we really love each other so strongly. I know there is no perfect person or thing in this world. Of course, there is no perfect happiness. You don’t have to love me, I don’t have to marry you. I have always thought that I owe you. I am not a perfect girl. My temper is very bad. My mood is as changeable as the weather. I didn’t let my family know about your existence. Yes, this is what I owe you. However, at least after being with you, my heart belongs to you completely. Except for my good friends, I even broke contact with all my male friends. Delete the mobile phone number and QQ. I have deleted all the contact methods. At least, I didn’t cheat mentally like you. From the second we confirmed the relationship to now, my body and mind have never betrayed you. In this way, is it even? No one owes anyone, right? I really want to know, how did you cheat me to discuss the topic of love with her? Just because I am not with you, I don’t know what you do, is that right? Do you often tell me that this is meaningful? Now, I will return this sentence to you intact. I can’t compare anything with you except that I love you more than you love me. I love you more and more than she loves you. In this way, do you still want to wonder whether she still loves you or not? Don’t worry, I won’t argue, let alone quarrel. The only thing I can do is that I never know this matter, no matter whether it happens or not, I only know that I don’t know anything. In this world, who is prosperous, who is sad? Who says sadly for whom I don’t know anything? Who is for whom, keep your heart like jade. 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…