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…

Listening to music at midnight: the promise of fingertips

Night, cloud hazy yu meng long. I sat alone in front of the window and felt the tranquility belonging to this city. I looked at the world of the world of mortals, the wind and rain, the sorrow, the flashing lights and the ups and downs in my heart. Love is the eternal myth, always pouring out beautiful legends. The sky is not old, love is also long, love is difficult, hate is also long. The vast sea of people, the world of mortals rolling, your smile, we met beautifully. The dance which was tied to the fingertips in a square inch of land kept spinning, and the ten fingers kept playing on the keyboard. The beating notes tightly tied the two hearts which were originally strange from all over the world. The love that met in the mountains and waters, with red words, is hard to tell the heart of thousands of attachment, thousands of tender feelings. Heart Rain, fluttering all over the floor, moistens the feeling of lovesickness. The moment the love touched the cheek, there was a feeling of happiness overflowing. The hazy eyes turn into the lingering around your fingers in a moment. Maybe it was the previous life agreement that made our emotions experience twists and turns before we got acquainted and fell in love with each other in this life. The following days were full of romance, which made each other happy with each other and mutual affection, made a promise of love. After experiencing the ups and downs of emotions, facing the fate that can not be met, facing deep love and deep love, why don’t I cherish the warm feelings after the storm? Living in this complicated world, a red line of the old man under the moon strung two loving hearts and began to hold hands with each other. How happy, sweet and hopeful the two men and women are in love. People in the world of mortals always look forward to having an eternal love, hoping to stay together forever, hope life and death. Meet rocks crumble, End of Time. To death to make silk, wax torch Ashes tears. How many lovers in the world of mortals have ever promised an oath of love? How many lovers have ever made sweet promises in the world of mortals? Making a promise of love is really fascinating and disoriented. When we make a promise of love, maybe we don’t know that there are still many changes in our future life, and there are still many factors that cannot realize our promise, commitment will change along with the change of time and space. Those fragile promises, like the lonely leaves swaying in the wind, can not stand the test of time, space or material. In today’s materialistic society, it is really hard to say how long you can love someone. How long can a promise of love last? How long can a given love last? Maybe time can really dilute and change everything. The promise once made and the dream weaved painstakingly in my heart finally blew away by the wind. How many people can keep the promise until the end? And that beautiful fairy tale can only become a secret hidden deep in my heart. Marriage is the world of two people, and it is the combination of two people with totally different thoughts, characters, concepts and characters. This requires us to irrigate this beautiful flower with our heart. If you really love a person, you don’t need to make too many promises. To fulfill the promise with actions is far more beautiful than verbal promises. We only want a stable, comfortable and peaceful home for the promise of love. When we were kids, our original and purest promises were nothing more than hooking fingers, pulling hooks and hanging ourselves, and never changing for one hundred years. Commitment has its weight, either as light as a feather or more important than Mount Tai. To love a person, what you need is not commitment, but more dedication and responsibility. When you love and care for this emotion with your heart, time will give you the most real commitment. The pledge of love between lovers is to trust each other and cherish each other’s rare love. In my opinion, the tacit understanding of lovers should be the tacit understanding of soul, and the promise of lovers should be the promise of life and death, which is by no means the setting sun on the sea and clouds in the sky. The vicissitudes of the world are changing and the world of mortals is changing. Don’t expect others’ promises, and don’t expect life to give us too little feedback. I thought that only by helping each other can we share our sufferings and see the true feelings on the rough road, this is the promise of lovers love. True love has to pay a price. When giving promises to others, please give a sincere heart to keep all your promises away from false feelings and abandon cheating and perfunctory, let each other see the most sincere side. As long as we are sincere to each other and everyone gives their inner integrity, a promise can warm the whole world. You give the promise a smile, and the promise will give you a hug. In the long river of life, life is short and fleeting. We are all passers-by of time, and what belongs to us is only a short life in a hurry. We not only enjoy the grace of the stars, but also laugh at the beauty of the Moon flowers, but also appreciate the rugged hardships, plain loneliness, and too many promises make our hearts tired and tired, how can easily commitment? How can we easily give up our promise? If destined, there is no need to promise true love, A warm word, a touch of looking forward to your eyes, the promise of your fingertips, your heart will float far away with you, you are me, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love it is a dream if love is an empty scene, the sad and beautiful love has been deeply planted. Even if love is a dream, even if love is an empty scene, waiting for your next life, the promise at your fingertips, the promise at your fingertips, the promise at midnight, listen to music, after listening repeatedly and listening to the promise of fingertips for countless times, a Mao, a popular online singer from Wenzhou, Zhejiang province, showed his passion, which was full of strong appeal, I was moved by the attachment to love conveyed in the song, and my heart couldn’t calm down at night for a long time. The clouds were hazy and the rain was hazy. I sat alone in front of the window and felt the tranquility belonging to this city. I looked at the world of the world of mortals, the wind and rain, the sorrow, the flashing lights and the ups and downs in my heart. Love is the eternal myth, always pouring out beautiful legends. The sky is not old, love is also long, love is difficult, hate is also long. The vast sea of people, the world of mortals rolling, your smile, we met beautifully. The dance which was tied to the fingertips in a square inch of land kept spinning, and the ten fingers kept playing on the keyboard. The beating notes tightly tied the two hearts which were originally strange from all over the world. The love that met in the mountains and waters, with red words, is hard to tell the heart of thousands of attachment, thousands of tender feelings. Heart Rain, fluttering all over the floor, moistens the feeling of lovesickness. The moment the love touched the cheek, there was a feeling of happiness overflowing. The hazy eyes turn into the lingering around your fingers in a moment. Maybe it was the previous life agreement that made our emotions experience twists and turns before we got acquainted and fell in love with each other in this life. The following days were full of romance, which made each other happy with each other and mutual affection, made a promise of love. After experiencing the ups and downs of emotions, facing the fate that can not be met, facing deep love and deep love, why don’t I cherish the warm feelings after the storm? Living in this complicated world, a red line of the old man under the moon strung two loving hearts and began to hold hands with each other. How happy, sweet and hopeful the two men and women are in love. People in the world of mortals always look forward to having an eternal love, hoping to stay together forever, hope life and death. Meet rocks crumble, End of Time. To death to make silk, wax torch Ashes tears. How many lovers in the world of mortals have ever promised an oath of love? How many lovers have ever made sweet promises in the world of mortals? Making a promise of love is really fascinating and disoriented. When we make a promise of love, maybe we don’t know that there are still many changes in our future life, and there are still many factors that cannot realize our promise, commitment will change along with the change of time and space. If you don’t have enough confidence and courage to realize everything you said, don’t say it out easily. What you promised is not as simple as it was. Those fragile promises, like the lonely leaves swaying in the wind, can not stand the test of time, space or material. In today’s materialistic society, it is really hard to say how long you can love someone. How long can a promise of love last? How long can a given love last? Maybe time can really dilute and change everything. The promise once made and the dream weaved painstakingly in my heart finally blew away by the wind. How many people can keep the promise until the end? And that beautiful fairy tale can only become a secret hidden deep in my heart. Marriage is the world of two people, and it is the combination of two people with totally different thoughts, characters, concepts and characters. This requires us to irrigate this beautiful flower with our heart. If you really love a person, you don’t need to make too many promises. To fulfill the promise with actions is far more beautiful than verbal promises. We only want a stable, comfortable and peaceful home for the promise of love. When we were kids, our original and purest promises were nothing more than hooking fingers, pulling hooks and hanging ourselves, and never changing for one hundred years. Commitment has its weight, either as light as a feather or more important than Mount Tai. To love a person, what you need is not commitment, but more dedication and responsibility. When you love and care for this emotion with your heart, time will give you the most real commitment. The pledge of love between lovers is to trust each other and cherish each other’s rare love. In my opinion, the tacit understanding of lovers should be the tacit understanding of soul, and the promise of lovers should be the promise of life and death, which is by no means the setting sun on the sea and clouds in the sky. The vicissitudes of the world are changing and the world of mortals is changing. Don’t expect others’ promises, and don’t expect life to give us too little feedback. I thought that only by helping each other can we share our sufferings and see the true feelings on the rough road, this is the promise of lovers love. True love has to pay a price. When giving promises to others, please give a sincere heart to keep all your promises away from false feelings and abandon cheating and perfunctory, let each other see the most sincere side. As long as we are sincere to each other and everyone gives their inner integrity, a promise can warm the whole world. You give the promise a smile, and the promise will give you a hug. In the long river of life, life is short and fleeting. We are all passers-by of time, and what belongs to us is only a short life in a hurry. We not only enjoy the grace of the stars, but also laugh at the beauty of the Moon flowers, but also appreciate the rugged hardships, plain loneliness, and too many promises make our hearts tired and tired, how can easily commitment? How can we easily give up our promise? If destined, there is no need to promise true love, A warm word, a touch of looking forward to your eyes, the promise of your fingertips, your heart will float far away with you, you are me, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love it is a dream if love is an empty scene, the sad and beautiful love has been deeply planted. Even if love is a dream, even if love is an empty scene, waiting for your next life, the promise at your fingertips, the promise at your fingertips, the promise at midnight, listen to music, after listening repeatedly and listening to the promise of fingertips for countless times, a Mao, a popular online singer from Wenzhou, Zhejiang province, showed his passion, which was full of strong appeal, I was moved by the attachment to love conveyed in the song, and my heart couldn’t be calm for a long time. 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…

Melancholy life

Spring elimination snow 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…

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 warmest rays of sunshine

It was expected that the steep rain and wind dragged the skirt of the first cold, and stayed in the waste heat of this summer for two days of cool and refreshing. This morning, I suddenly saw the warm and warm sun pass, and there was an illusion as if I had passed away. Walking lazily on the Bluestone Road of the campus, looking up through the gap of the fingertips, the totally implicit and restrained light, the bright and universal light, without any dazzling suspicion, the sunshine and the circulating melody spread in my mind layer by layer, which makes people slow down unconsciously —— the exquisite red of the grass on the roadside at dusk drew closer eyes, I was delighted to open the grass and found that they were several wild strawberries. The small and exquisite strawberry fruits were covered by green around, sucking the smell of sunshine and blooming the vitality of life, it has a sense of red flowers and green leaves. I squatted on the roadside carefully and took several photos. The more I saw, the more lovely the elf was. I was a little worried when I was delighted. This strawberry was so clear that I was afraid that it would be regarded as Acacia by many people, it is hard to escape the fate of many emperors, so I quickly gathered the grass and left. I sincerely hope that everyone can enjoy the attitude and do not pick it at will! At this warm and quiet time, the warmest rays of sunshine lit up my mood through the touch of nature, which reminded me of a poem by Mr. Yu Guangzhong I just read recently, this situation and this scene were so close to each other. I wonder if this is the sense of history that Mr. Yu often mentioned! “The thinnest Twilight” the mountain, the sea and the setting sun all held my breath at the moment. I unconsciously created a big ball rolling towards the east. How did it turn into a night? Why can’t a line of wrinkles be found at the joint? The vast twilight has been ambushed outside the pine forest of heiqiu. The spectrum is magically spinning on the wall to forge gold and refine red, A handful of charms burnt into purple gray, leaving only a slight cyan fading slowly. Is this the ceremony of Yin-Yang reincarnation? Who arranged this luxurious ceremony and gave all the surprised eyes below at dusk? Quiet Hour, this is, comforting hour, lowering your head, turning back all traitors, all prodigal sons, all helpless atheists, objects are thrown to the ground this is the time when everything is withdrawn. My heart is a lonely city without fear. Four gates and eight roads are open to the thinnest Twilight in ancient and modern times. Moving quietly and easily A song “homesickness” written by Mr. Zhou after occupying that year, the light tone leaves the seeds of words in our life with strong sorrow. We remember that besides Xi Murong, the representative writer of nostalgia poems also has such a leading figure. A closer approach was a digest recommended by a friend. One of the articles “listen to the cold rain” was attracted at one glance, so in such a busy high school career, mr. Yu was marked in his mind with the label of a literary master. Now I re-read the collection of Mr. Yu’s classic works, and the feeling of familiarity and kindness echoed in my chest again. I smiled and told my friends to read Mr. Yu’s prose, the neat sense of rhythm always makes people have the passion of speech. Every word is colored glaze, sonorous and depressing. For example, half carats of malachite, 1/7 of Topaz fan pendant, 1‰ carats of blood-born agate, diamond mine under Pangu axe, astronomy does not play one thousandth. The Milky Way winds with sensitive nerves, covering each other from beginning to end, spreading high-speed and exquisite touch. The star valve in the South Sky is warm and prominent with its light flag, mr. Yu was really trained in the stove of Chinese characters. I think the reason why this little poem touches the mind is not only the ingenuity of writing, but also a familiar feeling. Maybe each of us once had such experience: my heart is a lonely city without craving/four gates and eight roads open to the thinnest Twilight in ancient and modern times/Quietly/easily occupy it. Yes, the vast sea, the slim sky, even if the heart is toward the ancient and modern, aiming at Ling Yun, but always the simplest essential things in life can be easily captured. There is no fence in the real heart, and there is always a original intention to pursue and discover beauty, just like the joy brought by these strawberry fruits found today. I believe I had this feeling before, it made me feel happy, so my heart was occupied by those strawberry fruits quietly and easily at this quiet time, just as Mr. Yu fell in love with the thinnest twilight. In fact, is there a moment when you feel familiar? Maybe it’s just a very common thing that will evoke the feeling of deja have before. You are familiar with the current time to stop, the past years travel back and forth in the same dimension, which makes you feel in a trance instantly, it seemed to be able to smell the breath of each other at that time. Even though it was fleeting, it still made my mind lengthen in the past year. The outline of memory is always clear in the feeling, guiding you to pick up the left in the basket. From prosperity to silence, no matter what kind of mood you feel on the way, there will always be a waiting, or familiar throbbing or unfamiliar warmth. Therefore, when we meet strangers and get familiar with each other, we all choose to believe in deja have met each other, and then stand quietly in the tunnel of time, hoping to get familiar with each other again, without any explanation. 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…

That is a pity

That is a pity

Finally, this August is almost over, with attachment and helplessness, more sadness, talking to myself about the world, and slowly getting old. I am not used to crying, thinking about the past of my heart, which is as clear as yesterday. Whether, every loved one would have a wound, so he smiled and hid his heart without any vicissitudes. A large white rose was open in the second place, and the tightly clustered petals were like the color of Crystal. In the rain, they were so soft and water-like, so cold, looking from afar, there is a tremor, a pity. Who can understand your language when you are swaying in the wind and rain. Tears are flowing in the sky of this city, for the dry land. It has been raining continuously for several days, and the wet weather is associated with the wet mood. The dream of last night was in the patter of heavy rain with strange and clear photocopies in my mind. I woke up in a trance, and those who could hardly remember their faces met in my dream. Yes, I only meet in my dream, I just want to meet in my dream. Time is continuing, just like the past, walking with delicate steps, fast or slow, with reserved and elegant steps, as if touching the unreal and trance light and shadow, where is the time at the fingertips broken? Following behind it, I don’t know whether the calm heart is still there. Summer is really an annoying season. The break of rain spread out between the light touching the earth. These rain, dust and people in the rain walked hurriedly with silent expressions. When did I get used to it, when did I forget it, and when did I forget the graceful images? However, I just wanted to watch the interpretation without saying anything, to put the moving into my heart and to ignore the sad. Sometimes I think that meeting each other at a certain time is like dancing a lonely or gorgeous dance with each other in an earthly ball. Then, they may end up with each other, leaving each other or moving forward and backward hand in hand. And those departing, like casual encounter, missed again, and then, occasionally thought of, will suddenly forget. The rain keeps falling, and every drop of rain seems to be like a sentence. I don’t know whether the person I met is greeting. 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…

The beautiful bloom

The beautiful bloom

On my windowsill, I raised a pot of clivia. It has accompanied me through seven years of ups and downs. In my heart, I am cherish it very much. It is speechless, but I always regard it as a close friend. Sometimes when I feel uncomfortable in my heart, I will turn to it and tell it my heart. I always think that it will be like those flower immortals in Liaozhai, the tree fairy can understand everything about me. So every year, before its flowering, during its flowering period and after its withering, I will take photos for it as a souvenir. But the long-cherished wish that has always been regretful and existed for a long time is that I have never seen the process of its beautiful petals blooming, so I always look forward to, wait, and expect to see its beautiful blooming moment! At the beginning of summer, under my careful care, its leaves are as green as ink and full of vitality. Soon there was a stem of flower in the middle of its leaves as usual, which gradually grew full of flower bones. My heart is full of joy and expectation at the same time! One afternoon, I looked at the flower bud which was about to bloom, and decided to carefully watch the whole process of its blooming. I sat beside it quietly, waiting, looking forward to it. Unexpectedly, after more than two hours, its delicate emerald and plump Qiao began to stretch slowly, and the new red petals seemed to be shy, like a virgin’s slightly unwrapped shirt, it seems to be out of the way. But gradually, the petals seemed to be bold, and it seemed to be extremely difficult to slightly reveal the delicate petals, and finally it was no longer the kind of half-covered face with the lute, all the petals were split as if I tried my best, and the yellow flower in the middle was carefully poked out, looking around strangely and timidly. I suddenly felt a little shocked in my heart. At this time, the red petals had been completely bold and unrestrained, stretching their bodies around as far as possible, and the Green Qiao was gradually covered by the gorgeous petals, it finally bloomed. After waiting for an autumn and a winter, it finally bloomed again! I almost jumped up with excitement! Ah, what a beautiful and shocking bloom! Later, I showed off the beautiful process when my clique orchid bloomed to my friends. Everyone who heard it was so deep that they all said they admired my patience. They even waited for two hours! I was delighted and immersed in a happy and conceited mood for a long time. One day, I accidentally watched the program “man and nature”. The host talked about the process of butterfly transforming from pupa to butterfly with beautiful wings. That process deeply attracted me and shocked me again. At the end of the program, the host said a sentence in a sympathetic and heroic tone: according to the research of scientists, the butterfly is transforming from the pupa, it used up all the energy absorbed in the pupa, and finally became a beautiful butterfly after unimaginable pain! My excitement and conceited heart suddenly felt a pain of acupuncture and couldn’t help shivering. It turns out that in that beautiful bloom, flowers and butterflies are experiencing a life-and-death battle with all their efforts! I thought of the mother who was about to give birth to the baby. With the happiness that they were about to become mothers, what kind of heartbreaking pain did they experience, even with the struggle of all their lives, they gave birth to that lovely one, for babies who bring them happiness and hope?! Those athletes, stars and successful people who have stepped onto the red carpet and the grand podium, behind their glorious and dazzling and enviable scenery, how much blood, tears and sweat did they pay, and what kind of pain and hardship did they experience? After the wind and rain, I saw the beautiful blooming of the rainbow. Behind it was sweat, pain, hardship and experience, blood and tears, all my efforts, and even the final song of my whole life! 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…

Midnight Music: The world of mortals love song

The night was silent. I sat alone in front of the computer in front of the window, opened the memory words floating in the long time, counted the past years carefully, and sighed softly! Life has been in a hurry for dozens of years in the Spring and Autumn period. The Dreams of childhood, the yearning of childhood, the pursuit of youth, the attachment of youth, the persistence of middle age and the hope of old age have been placed, which have precipitated the fragrance of countless lives, countless prosperous past have accumulated. The most beautiful thing is the time in the world of mortals. There are you and me in the romantic world of mortals. Your looking back and smiling makes me drunk in the world of mortals. The encounter with you is a beautiful encounter, and your looking back and smiling is a love song of the world of mortals. Tonight, the moon is empty, the stars are bright, and the wind is soft. I am obsessed with moonlight, I like starlight, and I whisper with them. Although I like the passionate joy, I appreciate the tranquil beauty more. Tonight, I am not disappointed, I am not lonely, I am not lonely, because with you, love is in my heart, love is in my heart. You in the world of mortals are my hard pursuit for many years. I planted a bunch of missing in my heart. I filled your face in the Cup of lovesickness and made a dream for this life. I wrote your name in my palm, using lotus incense as a cup and dewdrops as tea, inviting the promise of this life. I lingered in this sad midnight, and the melodious melody of the world of mortals lingered in my dream. ?? Do you know that I once loved you?? Do you know I still miss you?? When leaving, I said I wouldn’t cry?? Why are tears blurred?? Looking at me with tears when breaking up?? Do you remember me till now?? Love stories are divided and combined?? I am not the only one suffering?? Have you ever loved each other vigorously?? I became a legend?? Are there you and me in the romantic world?? Let me sing a song to love you?? Looking at me with tears when breaking up?? Do you remember me till now?? Love stories are divided and combined?? I am not the only one suffering?? Have you ever loved each other vigorously?? I became a legend?? Are there you and me in the romantic world?? Let me sing a song to love you?? Have you ever loved each other vigorously?? I became a legend?? Are there you and me in the romantic world?? Let me sing a song to love you?? Say loudly that I love you?? Put you in the bottom of my heart?? There will always be you in my heart?? I will give you this song to listen to at midnight. In the room, there is a song “Love Song in the world of mortals” sung by Gao an From Jining, Shandong province and black duck. The song expresses a lingering and sad love between two people who once loved each other in the world of mortals. In this world, it seems that everyone can’t escape the winding of strands of fiber. Listening to the sad love song, it teaches people not to be sad. The heart-catching melody and the heart-stirring movement make people cry and sigh! Drunk dream tonight the moon is white, wine wake up should cry two lines. Dare to ask what the world love is? Who is the passer-by in who’s life? Who is the reincarnation of life? Who weaved the colorful love Silk of the world of mortals? There is no agreement, no waiting, in the bustling sea of people, standing on the other side of the years, meeting is a beautiful fate, but also a romantic encounter. Thousands of soft waves lingered in the fingers, and a legend of not being old emerged. From the moment we met each other, we were destined to become the legend of each other’s life. The true feelings and warmth of each other’s hearts hope that in the years, love will last forever, and we will bring each other to the old. Walking on the road of the world of mortals, I fell in love and turned into lovesickness. Crazy, Flowers fly all over the sky. Drunk, no regrets! Some people turn around to the end of the world, and some things are just a turning point but a cape. Some love is just an expectation but lasts forever, while some love is just a gazing eyes but keeps together for life. Red Dust about, love you Millennium, drunk people, broken heart! If we can meet each other for thousands of miles, it will always be difficult to meet each other. Love! It always goes away with the rolling red dust. Not every time you pass by, you will know each other. Not every relationship will have good memories. The encounter between two lovers may be just a small episode in your life. Love is also difficult, forget is also difficult! After years of tossing, the passers-by in the world of mortals are just the light and shadow of meteors. Love can die, can you forget each other? Through Prosperity and silence together, what we don’t give up is still the true feeling. How many regrets do you leave if you have no love hand in hand? Red scenery changes still, with Rode, still is coming and going, continue as a romantic themes of romance. The time in the world of mortals is a song sung, a very sad love song. The love of the world of mortals locks everyone’s fate. Maybe it is the fate of the previous life, rubbing the traces and passing the pulse of love. After many spring, summer, autumn and winter, lovers are still waiting crazily. The lost time, infinite feelings, and unforgettable pain. How many thousands of mountains and rivers have passed, and love always leaves eternal pain in my heart. Who or who is this person in this life? How many people are waiting for a period of eternal memory, stagnant clusters of sadness, even if they walk into dreams, leaving a soft feeling, let the heart follow the fragrance, let the thoughts be like lines, the petals are connected, strips are wrapped, that is the dream of too many people in this life! Love is murmuring, tears melt into streams, people who have loved always have no complaints, solidify the sorrow of this life and regard it as eternal sad and beautiful thoughts. Once the love was warm, which embellished the blank of life and dyed colorful colors on the bag of life. How many female confidant? Let a person get drunk! How many people are still blankly praying at the meeting place? In the dream, I only wish that I will never wake up in this life, waiting for love for thousands of years, and I am crazy. How many years have the melodious Xiao Sheng told the Hearts of the world of mortals? In the world of mortals, I am a passer-by or a prodigal? Perhaps, I am just a drunken guest singing the drunken songs of the world of mortals, singing the song of wind and flowers and the song of snow and moon. When can my footprints be engraved in the world of mortals? Having been a father, the wind and frost of years engraved my haggard face, I still couldn’t find my way home in my blurred eyes. Whether I love or not may have become a shy topic in my age group. But no matter how old you are, it is everyone’s hobby to Miss youth, look forward to beauty and love romance. Since I met you, I have an appointment in the world of mortals. I have been in love with you for thousands of years. You are my dream that will never fade. You are a scenery that I cannot erase in this life! My tender feelings bloom for you, waiting for you to retrieve. If destined, I would like to stay with you forever. If there is no share, I will surely keep your silent treasure in my heart. In the silent night, with a faint dream, I gently plucked the lingering strings, played a love song of the world of mortals, and sang softly: there are you and me in the romantic world of mortals, let me sing a song to love you. Say loudly that I love you! Put you in my heart, there will always be you in my heart, I will give you this song Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Peace is the greatest wealth in life

I went to her house with the old man to see an idle tree root. On the way, the old man naturally mentioned her drowned 12-year-old grandson. She said, his grandson escaped from the disaster of the 5.12 earthquake, but 20 days after the earthquake, on the second day after the children’s day, he bid farewell to the whole world as well as the last children’s day of his life. The old man said that the drowned grandson was the son of her third son. The third son originally opened a non-staple food wholesale store, and the business was good. However, after his son passed away, the third son lost the patience to continue to operate the store, I gave the store plate to others. The old man said that the third son had a birth control operation, and his son was his only hope. After his son passed away, the third son lost his hope …… the old man said calmly, it is like telling other people’s stories, but I think, for a stranger like me who first met, the first thing I mentioned is about the misfortune of his grandson drowned. Perhaps, this unfortunate topic has been spoken out from her mouth for many times. Perhaps, the sadness accumulated in her heart goes with the voice every time she confides to others, discharge her heart and leave with the wind. In the process of pouring out from the old, I just listened quietly. I wanted to say some comforting words, but I couldn’t find suitable words. I just hoped that when the old poured out, she can resolve her inner sadness a little more, bless the old man and her third son, and get out of that grief as soon as possible. At the same time, I wish everyone peace! Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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…