Catch souls situation

Some momentary feelings in life need to be preserved faithfully with the pen in hand. It does not need to pile up gorgeous words or deliberately carve, only a sincere heart that can reflect the present is enough. In recent days, the right lower abdomen is always in faint pain, and an invisible giant stone presses on the chest unscrupulously. I know that it is more terrible than pain, what makes me sleepless —- worry that time goes on day by day, and it becomes a shadow that I can’t get rid of, but I am unable to prove or overthrow my suspicion. I always thought that I was as strong as a core. In life, I regarded myself as a strong person; At work, I had a tiger in my heart; But in front of the disease, I collapsed and turned into a pile of soft mud. It turned out that I am could not stand the wind and waves so fragile as a little ant in front of a giant. The scene lying on the operating table a few years ago was as clear as yesterday. I was ignorant of the world and was unprepared to face the sudden ovarian cyst. I resolutely and blindly chose the operation. Although the result is judged to be benign, no one can predict whether it will relapse again, because the origin of this pain is the location of the operation that year. My heart began to tremble inexplicably when I rummagically found out the previous case diagnosis at home. The sky is clear and cloudless. How can I understand my sadness? The haze has already occupied my sky. Sitting in front of the computer, I had lost the leisure and elegance of the past. I started to open Baidu and searched desperately. I did not let go of any information related to it, but finally I only knew a little about it, I couldn’t match my symptoms completely, huddling up in this imaginary abyss, and I couldn’t hear any echo of comfort. I really didn’t have the courage to go to the hospital. I was thrilled when I mentioned these two words, and my body was tight. Rather than being frightened by these two words, I would rather say that I was frightened by myself first. People, the saddest thing is always myself. Considering that the atmosphere there is full of tension and solemnity, every step of rushing gives feedback on the heaviness like stone, and every tight face is as dignified as iron, ask those queuing medical treatment of rubbing shoulders elbow crowd, and which one are willingly here? Finally, I plucked up my courage and walked into the hospital. Instead of begging for doubts, I might as well cut the knot and face life directly. I was mentally prepared for both good and bad. When I walked out of the hospital easily with a long breath, smiling and holding the result, I suddenly felt that I had always thought how beautiful the plain life was! It’s just that I don’t know how to be blessed all the time. Finally, I can have a solid sleep! The secular world is surging, and we want to flow like tide. When we are healthy, will we really cherish or look up to this kind of happiness? When we suffer from hunger and hardship for life, when we work and play in front of the screen for a long time, when we overeat and feel spicy stimulation and have a big appetite,,,,,, the body will give us such and such hints or warnings. Between heaven and earth, cause and effect depend on each other. Even if your body is alone, you will only treat it well, it will treat you well. People live in the world, what is the most precious, life, peace and health! Don’t wait for the disaster and disease to find ourselves, then we wake up and truly understand. It turns out that all kinds of material and scenery are nothing but the wind passing through the bamboo and the Wild Goose crossing the cold pool, superficial, worldly possessions! Friends, don’t forget all the time, take good care of yourself! 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…

August is lonely and lonely

“I am destined to be an Immortal and lonely star, with no companions and a lonely life.” I suddenly remembered the fate of Chinese heroes. My wife died and my son died, so I left because of love. Of course, I also thought of killing my wife and killing my son for pursuing the highest level of martial arts. Both of them are lonely, but loneliness is different. One is to leave because of love and bear loneliness alone, and the other is to bear loneliness painfully for pursuit. Of course, these two kinds of loneliness are the realm that I can’t reach, but my loneliness is also so distinctive and unique. Only oneself can feel the feeling of one’s loneliness, and one’s loneliness is the inborn wandering of heart. The foot, the heart in the distance. Life is a process of walking. For a person who is eager to go far away, he is the happiest on the road all his life. What they want is not to live in a rich house and have a meal, in the days of stretching out their hands, what they want is not the life of profiteers who communicate with each other on the table of wine and meat, and the life of scheming profiteering. What they want is not the gangdom years that run rampant and hide in Tibet, what they want is that there is no scenery in the familiar place, what they want is to be free at will, and what they want is a kind of peace with the circumstances. I am afraid that it is a kind of sorrow to say goodbye alone without anyone else, but my heart is tied. Solitary A single person is not heartless or heartless. Lonely people are not without mountains and rivers, without knowing each other and cherishing each other. Lonely people are not isolated and cynical. They just can’t bear losing themselves for others. They don’t want to give up thinking because of relationships. They can’t stop moving forward for fetters. On the way, living elsewhere is their lifelong pursuit. Zhang Chu said: lonely people are shameful. For the curse of Chinese heroes and the pursuit of Invincible, are these two kinds of supreme loneliness shameful?! Loneliness is a state, a life that is neither caring about others nor cared about by others. The most popular disease in 21st century is loneliness, which is a common problem of modern people and also a “civilization disease” brought by modern civilization to human beings “. We face the pain of loneliness and feel empty. We pass sex. God. Work. Drinking. Writing poems or monotonousness makes you numb or satisfied to escape loneliness. I put down my pen, isn’t it? I just have a mood now. By the way, this kind of emotion is called loneliness. Gaga…” all the ancient sages are lonely “. Of course, I am not a sages, let alone the loneliness that I didn’t meet with great talent in those years. I just remembered the poems of the famous people who were shaking the past and the present for no reason. Today is lunar July 7, the Chinese Valentine’s Day, the day when the Cowherd and the Weaving Maid meet, the beautiful legend, and Queqiao.” If the love between them lasts for a long time, will they stay in the morning and evening “and Qin Guan’s famous sentence. Thinking of that young man who once yearned for literature, The Last Leaf once wrote about Queqiao fairy moon covering shame face Magpie taking red bridge Yinhan Road he Qiyao hated cattle at this time he stumbled and feared that Magpie birds would return the encounter period he Yao although they are separated from each other in the end of the world, he can’t remember the appearance of his first girlfriend, what I once thought naively that I would never forget in my whole life could not recall her outline in five years. He suddenly wanted to say that nothing could last forever and nothing could not be forgotten, but he just didn’t want to forget it. The people in front of us are all embracing each other, which makes people unable to recall that they once quarreled with each other because of suspicion and contradiction. It seems that today there is only sweetness. The flowers in the flower shop are full of roses, which are as bright as blood, pouring all over the floor.” Happy Valentine’s Day, Happy Valentine’s Day “is floating in the video store”. Why is assang’s lonely singing in his ears. “When you hear loneliness singing, the gentle and fierce singing is so cruel that people can’t help crying into a river. When you hear loneliness singing, gentle and crazy sadness is getting deeper and deeper, how can it stop? When you hear loneliness singing gently fierce singing is so cruel that people can’t help crying into a river you listen to loneliness singing gentle crazy sadness is getting deeper and deeper who can do me a favor to stop it I hold my right hand with my left hand, huddle up in the deserted corner. If a woman reaches out to me now, if her fingers are hot, who she is actually not important to me. The loneliness of a man may be so vulnerable. Maybe love is just because of loneliness. You need to find someone to love, even if there is no ending. (The little fairy said, I am a person who can’t stand loneliness) my loneliness has grown into a blue flower firmly, leaving me lonely and self-respecting. The sun reluctantly hid its sunset red, with sporadic rain falling down. A young couple had an argument for some reason. The Roses broke all over the floor, and the wind took the opportunity to make a fuss, thirteen rose petals danced in the air. Women are really brave, knowing clearly that marriage is the grave of love, they are still desperate to dig their own graves one after another. Perhaps women are the stupidest animals. I stood up and walked towards the hair salon where the Red Lantern just lit up. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Boundless memories

I always like to sit on the balcony and watch the sunset falling down bit by bit and fall into deep reverie. I don’t know I am I am remembering the warmth of the past or imagining the glory of tomorrow’s fortune? Quote the agreement that my family moved from the countryside to the urban area to settle down when I was in the third grade of primary school. Naturally, I moved to the city to continue my studies. I was transferred to a strange class, and because I came from the countryside, I was careful in everything I said and did, for fear that I would not be able to make friends if I said something wrong. Juan appeared in front of me and changed me from then on. At that time, none of the people in the class took the initiative to get close to me except her, this happy spirit. She was the first one who actively talked to me, the one who actively greeted me, the one who took the initiative to go to school with me …… at that time, I was shy, shy, self-abased and silent, without exaggeration, she enlightened me. She was optimistic and lively, and the ghost spirit was confident. She enlightened me step by step. I changed from a person who didn’t even dare to see the teacher’s eyes in class to a person who spoke enthusiastically in class; I changed from a person who didn’t dare to say hello to my classmates to making friends widely; I became full of jokes from a person who dared not even speak loudly. She taught me too much. At that time, we were naive and naive. We thought we would stay together all the time. We even imagined to work in the same city, live in the same house and be bridesmaids of each other, as godmothers of each other’s children, we once swore to be good sisters for the rest of our lives. However, the fate made people. Now the I am a positive, independent and confident sophomore student, and she was already a single mother of two years old children. Juan, you changed me, but why don’t you stick to the dream we said? I remember one time when I heard a friend saying that she seemed to be back when she ran away from home. I rushed out of the house and ran to your house immediately after hearing this. When I finally adjusted my mood and knocked on your door, what appeared was a strange face. That person told me that your family had already moved away from here. Finally, years of missing broke out, and I cried in front of a stranger. I even lost the only way to find you. If fate favors me, I will see you again. I will hold your hand and shout to God. I have not forgotten our agreement. We are still good sisters all our lives, no matter what role we are now, that agreement has always existed. The shabby repeater came home to clean up the house during the summer vacation and sorted out a lot of old things. Suddenly, a shabby and gray repeater among the piles of things caught my attention. What a strange thing. I asked my mother where this product came from. My mother said that this machine was the repeater I bought for me to learn English at the beginning, because it had changed from white to gray for a long time. This really surprised me. This is my first electronic product. I remember that in order to learn my favorite English at that time, I pestered my mother to buy this repeater for me. I was very excited when I bought it. I got up early every morning to read English with tapes. I was so unhappy. However, I relied on enthusiasm to do things, and it didn’t last long before I abandoned it. Later, there were mp3, mobile phones and other products. Who would use this backward thing. Touching this repeater repeatedly, I can’t help sighing the flying of time. How simple and contented our childhood was. A small repeater could satisfy our young people. Happiness was very simple when we were young, and simplicity was happiness when we grew up. I don’t know whether we become too fast or the society develops too fast. Nowadays, people will never be satisfied when they pursue all kinds of material enjoyment. One generation will follow Apple and four generations will follow. On the other hand, they will recall all kinds of things in those years and complain about the cruelty of today’s society. However, fashion will become nostalgia, but now even nostalgia has become popular. People often comfort the behavior of succumbing to reality again and again in the daytime in the nostalgia of the night. In fact, it is simple and simple. The ambition of life is satisfaction. As the old saying goes, contentment is always happiness. Outside the pavilion outside the pavilion outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green every time I hear this song, I will think of the high school era that I can’t go back. Teachers all say that high school is the purest era and the most difficult era to forget, let’s cherish it. At that time, I just devoted myself to studying and had never tasted the beautiful years carefully when dealing with the college entrance examination. Now I really understand this sentence when I am in college. In high school, we were very simple, only knowing the philosophy of being young and not working hard, and being old and sad, so we buried ourselves in books all day long, looking for our Yan Ruyu and Golden House. However, we were tragic in college. We were empty and bored all day long. We wasted time in the game network and could not find the sense of fulfillment of high school. How many college students sighed: time, I am willing to shape up, go back! Once again, listening to “outside the pavilion” not only gives me the pain of leaving in the graduation season, but also a spiritual relay and the continuation of perseverance. For me, what continues is the tireless pursuit of knowledge, the unremitting pursuit of enriching the spiritual world, and the temperament of friendship even if I leave. There are many things in this world, and you think you can continue tomorrow; There are many people, and you think you can meet again tomorrow. However, there was one time when you let go and turned around, something changed completely. I always warn myself that recalling the past is just to cherish the present better. Postscript 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…

How far are you from yourself?

Is your mood good now? Is there a smile on your face? Borrowing the lyrics of Sun Yue, along the flaws that have already been exposed, it knocks on the long-experienced and tired heart. We communicate with others every day and leave footprints in the same or different places every day. Every night when people are quiet, what do you feel when you are alone in your heart. Happy, peaceful, or tired, anxious? Have you ever communicated with yourself after such a long time? In fact, everyone has two self, one is what others see you, the other is your inner world. And the latter is completely your true self. What kind of you you are seen by others every day, what kind of job you are engaged in, what kind of person you face, what kind of performance you have; What do you do every day, what kind of circle of friends you have, what kind of likes and dislikes do you have. However, who are you when you take off your business dress? How do you spend a festival or a weekend? What kind of mood do you have when you wake up in the morning? Your dream is still polished in your heart, it was still covered by the wind and dust and gradually faded, and even lost the other side long ago. Have you made efforts to realize those small wishes in your life. Is there anything you like from the bottom of your heart in what you do every day that can make you happy and stick to it. How far a person should go along the path of life on earth can he find and firmly move forward. What kind of posture does a person need to walk so that he will not drift away from himself? I think whether a person lives successfully depends on how far he is from himself. The closer he is to his inner world, the more successful he will be. Maybe it is too young, sometimes confused in my heart. When you go out and come back every day, you are distracted. Some questions linger in your mind like an abyss that traps you and cannot find an exit. I wish a wise elder could enlighten me. I often read the diary I once wrote in the sleepless night. I am very pleased that I always keep the preference of writing logs, which makes me record many precious memories. After reading articles one by one, I found that I still had great changes as time went. In fact, it is also normal. Everyone will change because the world is changing. However, in any case, there is still something in our inner world that can remain unchanged or stick to it. Fortunately, after a period of busy running, when you calm down, look at your heart and let you know how far you are from yourself. 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…

Another Life

Today, I have the honor to follow my brother-in-law’s car to his and sister’s new home to experience another kind of life. After nearly five hours’ journey, we finally arrived at Tiger Mountain Village, the junction of Inner Mongolia autonomous region and Liaoning. When we arrived here, we were full of vitality, and the picturesque scenery made people happy. The terrain here is gentle and surrounded by the rolling mountains of the mountains, Tiger mountain village is surrounded. Sitting on the mountain is like the side of the old man’s head lying on his back. They lie there peacefully and enjoy themselves. Before arriving at Tiger Mountain, the hazy mist wrapped the sky. The sky we live in was extremely sunny and gray-blue. The inherent color was restored in this mountain. The sky was surprisingly blue, here are real blue here cloudless blue sky. Soon they arrived at their new home and walked out of the car door as if they had entered the hundred birds garden. There were thousands of unnamed birds singing and welcoming me. The sound of throwing out birds is that everything is silent, but occasionally there are a few calls of donkeys. The yard in the house is very large and can accommodate the free turning of the car. There are two white houses in the quadrangle yard, it seems that the farmers here are very rich. The former poor mountain valley has disappeared with the reform and opening up, and now it has been changed into a happy, peaceful and rich village by people’s hardworking hands. There are a lot of rooms at home. I chose a spacious one in the middle. The Kang is large enough to hold five people. The tap is too thick to hold. When it is opened, it flows down like a waterfall. The water is surprisingly cold like ice cubes, there are still big pots in the kitchen 30 years ago, but modern decoration in the house. Soon night fell and the Moon showed a smiling face from the gap of the tree. The silver moonlight was so clear, the moonlight of our city is covered by gray black gauze and mixed with the colorful street lamps of the city. Only here can we see its true color. The night was even more quiet and silent. Even the birds had a rest and could not hear any sound. There was also the sound of cars passing by in the middle of the night in my home. Only in this way can we feel the real peace. I woke up in the dazzling sunshine in the morning. I thought it was over eight o’clock. It was not four o’clock. I opened the curtain and opened the window. Hundreds of birds were singing. My sister was already sweeping the yard, I ran out and swept the yard like a senior schoolmate. The yard was surrounded by various trees, some of which looked like five fingers raised high; Some looked like tall and straight poplar; some big and round bird cages are waiting there silently, and there is no gentle breeze in this quiet mountain village. The wind was blocked by the surrounding mountains, blocking all the dirty things outside. This was a piece of pure land. Before six o’clock, the brother-in-law had packed up his briefcase and walked out of the house. It was time for him to go to work. He went to work at six o’clock every day and got off work at sunset. The people in the mountain were all working at sunrise and resting at sunset, my brother-in-law drove away and closed the heavy iron gate. We had dinner and went to the four families to go to the fair, because I came here specially to accompany me, long way usually she is not of stay at home everyday laundry cleaning and cooking yard waiting brother-in-law back. Walk out of the house and walk along a slender asphalt road until you reach the end. There were wide farmhouses on both sides. Under the shade of the doorway, many people looked at us, two strangers Curiously. After about an hour’s walk, our eyes were suddenly enlightened. There were no more trees and farmhouses on both sides, but an open place, the field was full of corn, green and boundless. A gust of wind blew graceful and charming. White clouds floated in the Blue Ocean like pieces of ice, while thin clouds were like gauze and thick black was like ink, which made people breathless, it is so low that it seems that you can tear a piece of it down with your hand. Sometimes it is quiet and kind; Sometimes it is deep and restrained; Sometimes it changes the dancing posture like a piece of fairy clothes, which are seamless and wireless and natural. Clouds are floating on the top of the mountain. If you reach the top of the mountain, you will enter the fairyland of clouds. I really want to enter, but the mountain is surrounded by corn and protected by the confusion all over the mountain, I can only look at it from a distance under the care of the people living on the hillside. The green mountains prosper. Under the nourishment of the mountains, trees have sprung up like mushrooms; The branches are flourishing and dense, crisscrossing; The leaves are plump and naturally stretch, flashing under the scorching sun. The leaves are green, transparent, fresh and vigorous, green is everywhere, Green enters people’s eyes and hearts. There is also the slender and long grass, which is full of vigor and vitality. It is like laying layers of green soft carpets on the mountain. Suddenly, some hilltops turned black, but the bottom of the mountainside was bright green. On the left side of some Hills was covered by black and gray, while on the right side was full of vitality and luxuriant, the daze I saw turned out to be yuner’s fault. This light and shade change is also the cloud between mountains. The time spent in this mountain was too long. When I arrived at the market, there was no one selling things. When I came back, it was already in the dusk, walking on this small road in the countryside, I felt the sunset sinking gradually and pieces of auspicious clouds appeared beside me. Under the cover of auspicious clouds, xiangyunshi appeared here, the Golden and tall Xiangyun waiter was facing the big mountain towering between the heaven and the Earth, just like a cloud. The sky was my home, rising in the morning, watching the sunset, just like a cloud, free and unrestrained, he came and went without caring. The setting sun was covered by the mountain more than half of his face sank down suddenly. In a flash, the mountain was no longer green and the sky was no longer blue. The moon had already emerged from the top of the mountain. After a while, it was covered by the mountain. The round moon, suddenly the world became silvery white. Don’t be afraid that you can’t find your way home because there is a moon accompanying us, and I will walk with the moon. I will be sent to my door until I sleep. It will still accompany me outside. Mountains are a beautiful scenery in my heart. Mountains are passed down from generation to generation, witnessing the changes of history and the replacement of times. After thousands of years of hardship and vicissitudes, we have been living forever, standing unswervingly between heaven and earth, standing beside us. I really left the mountain village and walked into the pure and natural mountain without artificial transformation. I am very grateful to my sister and brother-in-law for bringing me here to experience this other kind of life, tomorrow I will come back to my world, facing the contract number forecast number every day receiving unit delivery unit goods name weight quantity logistics card weighing truck number, while the elder sister still lived her ordinary, happy and quiet life, the sisters in the same family lived a different life, which was life, different life. 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…

Rain, thinking

Rain, thinking

Tonight, the drizzle is quiet, the pillow is a song of love flowing far away, and the dream is full of love waves. In the summer night, there is no wind and quiet waves, the light rain is falling down without thoughts, the heart is also like a lonely rain curtain, and there is no floating, and the little rain lines gather together to form a stream, everything is still safe. The difference is that the former sweet and sweet is being washed away by the drizzle layer by layer, passing through the warm heart, and flowing to the strange corner reluctantly. On the beach of rainy night, with an umbrella and a full body of moonlight, I strolled slowly on the gray coast, letting the quiet sea water swing around, circling the ripples in my heart. The coast is also permeated with orange light shadow and light warm fog curtain. The coconut trees on the shore are still standing high without asking the cold and warm, and the tropical plants are also developing wide leaves specially, with his jumping mind, he gathered the naughty raindrops in the orange light, pouring out his missing and sorrow carefully. The vicissitudes of the fleeting years are finally wandering between hope and disillusionment, and ruthlessly carving the rib of the years. Everything is so warm and peaceful, lonely person! Please don’t worry about the rain any more, don’t pray for the gentle comfort of the drizzle, open your palm to feel the truth of the rain, feel the flowing stream of the rain line, and open the rain curtain that hurts you, dip your finger into a drop of Qinxiang color, redye your life, smooth the astringent waves, and keep a quiet fragrance alone, which makes the sad night rain take away the annoyance in your heart and refresh the stranger road of Ming Dynasty. The coolness of the rain fell on my heart, which was more or less peaceful and soft. I also rushed away the full sadness, shook my head reluctantly, frowned and picked up the bitter smile at the corners of my mouth, following the old creases, slowly calm the mind to comfort the deep or shallow ravines. There is no loss or gain, but I still want to be lucky. At least life selflessly gives me happy and passionate moments, although it is as short as a gorgeous party in the long river of life, short and dazzling, but its aftertaste is enough to make me chew this life, thank life for giving me another happy fantasy, and make my Wings of Hope insert strong and colorful sails, flying over a beautiful and sweet slide. The drizzle murmured, the rain fell gently, the music converged into trickle, thousands of hammer hit, evolved a constant law, things have no desire to do, and let nature take its course. No matter how colorful, passionate and touching the stage is, it will eventually be the fate of gorgeous fireworks and clouds. The helplessness of reality has been doomed to an eternal and lonely fact. The sound of rain at night, picked up the thread of memory, lingering thoughts, pieced together a little bit of fragments, rendered the air full of reverie colors, missed you in the moonlight, picked a light of wine and green, put on a purple dance dress, let the fragrance of roses comfort my loneliness, and use red wine to fly and dance with all my thoughts. The lingering rainy night! The blue sea is boundless and the fine sand is surging, but it can not shake the sorrow on the other side. By the window and the fence, you can sing and drink alone. That dreamy person! It seems that I pass on my love to the moon, or I see the moon smiling and charming, which is my deep love, yearning and blessing. Tonight, the drizzle is quiet, with a lovesickness flowing far away, rubbing the love of children, putting the people far away into the unruly illusion, accompanying me to dream, the Rainbow on the horizon! The long drizzle for us to meet! Weave the bridal chamber for our seclusion. Light songs and skirts dance all night long, rolling in the world of mortals, thinking about the moon in front of the window on a rainy night, the Dream Sea leaves and boats are free and carefree. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Whisper

The waiting moon hangs, who cares about; The vast sea of people, the world of mortals. A hurried journey along the way. Although there are no scars all over the body, it is also full of vicissitudes and tired wind and dust. What is my persistent heart looking for now? In this quiet night, the soft light becomes sometimes transparent and sometimes blurred. She needs a piece of pure land, far away from utilitarian innocence. With a fine pen and a few pages of plain paper, the soul stumbles between the words. Quiet as poetry, melodious as rhyme; Sun, moon and stars, wind, frost, snow and rain. To compose another movement of life, the past changes. I just come gently and leave gently, away from harsh and vulgar, and cherish the eternity of life in my heart forever. The Moonlight moves through the curtain, the wind touches the Blue Wind Bell, Ding Dong Ding Dong let this young and vigorous heart gallop in the wind; Let the hazy fog soak the long miss, the mottled fragments fade away the footprints of clear autumn. There was a kind of missing that quietly broke into my heart and mischievously stirred up the ripples in my heart. The persistent you in the distance and the successful you influence my life journey. If we had never had that hard time before, how could we achieve success and joy today. Maybe time has already left deep marks on your face, which certainly adds mature charm, but I will always keep the childishness in my heart. The little poem rang in my ear again, the promise I gave you for my dream: the gentle moonlight is like your appearance, which makes my missing gradually cool through the window the night has become long looking forward to your time your handsome face is only fragrant in my dream remember your happy appearance picking up hope I traveled and waited with you on the road of dreams. Listening to the familiar melody “the original scenery of hometown”, I had a new hope in this quiet night, this yearning is happy. Wake up in a dream, in this sunny morning 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…

When you were a sheep, I was a wolf

In the season of love, girls are wolves, boys are sheep. If the girl has instructions, the boy will follow them immediately, otherwise, he will be knocked down by the other side when holding hands. When we get married, the girl is sheep, the boy is sheep. The girl decided to marry. Extremely gentle to boys. The two were so sweet that they got married. After marriage, the girl is a sheep, and the boy is a wolf. Just a wolf in sheepskin. What about your wife? Drink. Entertainment, late. Routine. My husband coaxed at first, but he couldn’t stand tears one by one. After a long time, he got used to it. Simply no longer ignore it. My wife is a one-man show. I’m tired of it and get used to it. Just sleep yourself. My wife thinks she has grown up and is generous. My husband feels that he has won and become his wife, so he must abide by his wife’s rules. Outsiders say, you see how loving others are. In fact, it’s not that they don’t argue, but that they don’t bother to argue any more. Slowly, time has passed, my heart is tired, I don’t want to toss about it. Let the other side go. Love becomes a habit, and it doesn’t matter whether love or not. Many people are confused about whether there is love between us. If we say yes, we feel that we lack some gods and demons. If you say no, it is a storm. Maybe, I have been used to being lazy, too lazy to reply, too lazy to argue, too lazy to talk about it, and finally too lazy to love. Some people say that marriage is the grave of love. Dead. In fact, even if it is a tomb, digging all the time will always bring freshness. It was we who stopped digging, so it was full of weeds. Combine because you don’t know, separate because you know. Maybe it is because we are not willing to create a fresh life for the people around us, and we are not willing to enjoy the appearance day after day, so love grows old. So that the face that once attracted you turned into an appearance that you didn’t want to see again. Perhaps, when you get old, you will have more attachment when you are late. Maybe the young heart is always restless. When I am old, when I can’t walk, I always want to keep the people around me. Children can’t keep their own lives. The only thing I can keep is my wife. Seeing some old people, sometimes an old man pushes another old man in a wheelchair. Feel very warm. But it makes me heavy. Because their faces were indifferent and expressionless. I really want to see a couple talking and laughing, how brilliant it is in the sunset. Smile and help each other to finish life. Love may often be hidden in a corner, covered with trivial matters of life, accumulated grievances in heart, busy days and restless hearts. Covered with too much dust. Eventually he will die in silence. Perhaps, we can activate the love that we have been waiting. Let him have colorful and gorgeous colors. Perhaps, life should have a brand new interpretation, as long as we are willing. The growing love, a heavy care, holding your hand and growing old with you will never regret your whole life. 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…

Colorful life makes me dizzy

Recently, I didn’t come to the blog for a while, because I was pursuing another thing, so I had to neglect my blog and lost my blog friends for a long time. In my work and life, my pursuit has never been related to politics or finding a position, because I am an ordinary person and also hopes to live an ordinary life, but recently, I was pushed to the historical stage which I had to go to. It was also a responsibility to take a small position in an office. How much time and energy would I waste. Since this position quietly came to me, my time and energy have been plundered by my work. The meetings and social parties in three days and endless work have exhausted me. No matter whether I accept it or not, I have to accept it. If I accept it, I have to spend a lot of time. If I don’t accept it, I have to sacrifice a lot of things. First of all, I am sorry for the trust that leaders and organizations have given me; secondly, promotion will improve my treatment. Why does the same person have different treatment for the same amount of work? No one in today’s society chooses unfavorable treatment. Therefore, for the sake of treatment, I have to stand up and move forward instead of leaning behind in a muddle. Since this position was added, all kinds of social activities have naturally increased. In addition to social activities and various meetings, it is inevitable to have dinner with leaders. In the past, people usually drank when they attended banquets, refuse if you can’t drink. Now it’s different. You have to drink if you can, and you have to drink if you can’t. I often heard from my husband that it would be better to have dinner at home if he had a seat outside. He was still hungry after drinking a lot of wine, I have always thought that people who can eat a few mouthful of food during drinking can be hungry. Now I deeply understand the reason, every time the banquet is first waiting for the speech of the leader or the entertainer when the banquet is held, in other words, it is a toast speech. It is impossible to raise chopsticks to eat before the banquet is announced, after waiting for the banquet and toast speech, the prelude to drinking was naturally started. Either others toasted you, or they had to toast others. According to the habit of northern people toasting, they had to toast one by one, and try every means to let the other party drink the wine, otherwise everyone will appear not happy enough and disrespectful. In most social occasions, wine is the medium of wine. No wine can be served, and no wine can be served. From the beginning to the end of the banquet, there has always been a sound of persuasion, from this table to that table, the banquet was almost over until people began to hide and leave secretly, and the dishes on the table were already cold, There is no entrance. I had to give up, and naturally my stomach was hungry. Life, how beautiful life is, ordinary has ordinary good, extraordinary has extraordinary good. Life, life is so hard that there are many helpless waiting in the world. Therefore, I don’t consider any gains and losses any more. Let’s make the colorful life dizzy. 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…

In the storm variations

In the storm variations

The sea anemones came, and the strong wind and heavy rain made the city both surprised and shivered. All creatures who have been hungry for more than twenty days can’t wait to open all their nerves, suck the nectar with ocean flavor, and the trees are swaying in panic, the noise like the tide hit the window like a cicada. Standing in front of the window, I was really afraid that the thin cicada wings would be broken ruthlessly. Rainwater slips along the glass, one after another, meticulously drawing the trend of mountains and rivers, and finally returning to the fuzzy end, where is a chaotic yearning. There was a gust of wind passing by with a whistle. There seemed to be giant footsteps on the roof, and the canopy on the window was rattled. Suddenly, it was dark inside and outside the house, and the power went out. There was no TV or computer to surf the Internet all of a sudden, which made me uncomfortable, helpless and bored. I didn’t know how to spend the night when the power went out? Exploration and climbed into bed, never at night more than 9 on safe in bed. With my eyes open, I listened quietly to the rain that exploded outside. Zeng, walking in the rain, stepped on her songs. Zeng, standing in front of the window with her songs, did not lie quietly like today, listening to the world of rain one meter away. There was a gentle breeze and drizzle squeezing in from the window screen, gently brushing my face, and then leaving happily. Cool, quiet, such a summer night suddenly so relaxed, so simple, the rain wiped the silent soul so clean, a trace of real beauty was summoned by oil deep in my heart, just like a clear spring in the mountain stream, besides the temptation of prosperity, the poem of flowing years is written in the moonlight. We talked softly and heard the breath of each other. How many days have we not reviewed the long-lost past? Long-lost love story how many days have we not burnt our lips? Thinking of the moment we first met, you were dressed in golden sunshine, holding a slender bamboo pole in your hand, driving a group of white and fat geese, passing by the uneven path in front of my door, I was surprised, I was flustered, I can’t get back the eyes I followed all the way. The bamboo forest smiled behind me. The wind pulled my sleeves. I shook my mind. A piece of Red Cloud flew out of the window. What left in my heart was a beating deer. I look forward to bringing people to the dreamlike land, meeting people who are bound to my heart, and writing a poem together there. Our footprints were everywhere on the ridge of the field in May. The wheat was rolling over the golden waves one by one, and bundles of rape were put down by farmers in the field. When the birds are happy and the setting sun is beautiful, we carry a simple fishing rod to draw many bright red prawns in the ravines. When the bamboo basket is full, you took my hand and walked on the narrow ridge one after another. The sun was gone, and what sent us back was a shy moon. Using youth as bait, we fish to love and happiness. The country wind smells of grass and dogs bark. We fled very fast, but we were shocked by the beautiful dreams of those chickens and ducks in the animal circle set up by broken bricks, which caused them a stir, protesting secretly, we sent laughter to the moon. Love cannot be separated from the combination of nature. We are also walking grass or flowers on the earth. We suck the natural sunshine and air greedily and thrive. No childhood sweetheart, but love at first sight. Who says love at first sight cannot last long? Begonia did not rain, pear flowers snow first, half spring break, half still. But Acacia is only on clove branch, cardamom tip. After passing the old locust tree, I walked to the edge of the stream and learned that the village girl carried a basket of clothes to the Riverside for washing. The familiar greydog followed all the way and shook its big tail from time to time, humph happily. With the clothes of my beloved in my left hand, I fiddled with the water and patted it gently with a stick in my right hand, catching up with the concert of frogs and crickets, while you were not far away, throw the moving water drops to me, touching a pool of Quiet Stars. There was no empty countryside in the sky of the city. In the plain or ups and downs, we couldn’t hear the collision of passion, but when I shook off the wrinkled clothes with my hands on the balcony, you will exclaim loudly, calling me to pull out the shiny white hair in front of your temples. You look at the white hair in your palm and blow it out of the window, and then we still look young, walking in the deepest and deepest world of mortals, I don’t know how long the road behind is? I only know that I will grow old. The storm is still going on. In the waves of wind and rain, we can hear each other’s heartbeats and breath. The romance of spring flowers and autumn moon is accidentally put on our faces, the bell of changing seasons opened the scene of the beautiful beginning. I suddenly felt that tonight’s sea anemones were like Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto in D major. In the broad wilderness, youth, life and nature mingled with the broadness and softness of the soul. We walked in such a main melody, however, it naturally and harmoniously played a gorgeous variation. Like a Song, the board is fresh. 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…