The pot of hanging orchid in front of the window

The pot of hanging orchid in front of the window

The pot of hanging orchid in front of the window has a history of several years since entering the house. No care and no care, but now it is still strong and alive. What kind of spirit is supporting and comforting, relying on its tenacity and striving for progress and growth without hesitation. This is the confusion for which I wonder but want to further explore. I remember that when I just finished the decoration of the new house, I had bought it back quietly from the flower market. At that time, it was still extremely pedantic and slightly thin, which made people love it. Every time I see the soil foam under the basin and start to dry, I will endure my temper and gently blow away its leaf body carefully, then I carefully irrigated it with a little bit of clear water, or even some turbid water just washed the rice grains. It is said that the flowers poured in this way have fresh and tender colors, and the leaves with flower-shaped patterns are still very strong. As a result, I tried to maintain it like this, looking forward to its growth and the bright color that makes people happy. However, with the growth of children, their age multiplies and they have little patience. Apart from lifting a corner of the curtain every morning and evening and occasionally staring at it, there is no concentration and gaze at the first purchase, let alone careful care. The patience and carefulness at that time were empty. Just now, today, when I lifted the curtain and looked at the corner of the window, I found that it was still alive. Moreover, its vitality is still so tenacious. No matter from the bottom of the flower basin or from the appearance, there are no other symptoms of similarities and differences except that the leaves of the flower are slightly small and thin and the soil is cracked. Perhaps, this is the reason why this flower is not that flower, and that Flower is far from that flower! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Those who managed to escape text

There is a secret city in everyone’s heart. This city is very large, like a beautiful unknown kingdom. We are the master of this city and the king of this kingdom. Our inner world is secretive, like the boundless sky. I don’t know how high and wide it is. It is also like the bottomless sea world, and I don’t know where there is any unpredictable mystery. The people who are deeply hidden in this city are those thoughts that are always risking. They are swaying in our bodies like magicians who want to pass through walls one by one. Sometimes we want to release them one by one according to our requirements, and sometimes we want to block them one by one in that wall. Therefore, they condensed into words one by one, playing naughty games with us from time to time. One night, I chatted with two friends till late at night. One of them couldn’t stand such a stay-up, and he was sleepy just after 12 o’clock. However, another one and I were chatting happily and constantly using various methods to attract her to join our topic. But she tilted her head at the table and was completely out of spirit, but she didn’t seem to fall asleep. Another one asked her if you want to sleep. Go to bed. She looked at us with her eyes open and said, Mao Zedong? My friend and I laughed into a stomachache. Seeing us laughing wildly, she changed to say, didn’t she? That’s Deng Xiaoping? We laughed even more. I handed her a wet towel to clean her face. Then we told her the conversation just now. Did she say with a blank face that I said this? Seeing that she didn’t look like playing with us, she had to let her go to bed. The next day, she asked again whether she said something funny yesterday, seeing that we laughed so strangely. I asked whether you slept or not, but you answered Mao Zedong, Deng Xiaoping and so on. She herself smiled straightly. She said she had heard our questions clearly at that time, but there were only those words in her mind, as if there was nothing else to answer. And from the bottom of our heart, we believe that what we want is those two answers. This statement confused us. One morning, I was still this friend and met me during morning self-study. She said what should I do? I come together today, and there is always a voice in my mind and heart. I ask what’s voice, she said doomed to destruction. I laughed: Did you recite ancient Chinese last night. She said I am teach English, not your hobby. I also said, did you do something wrong during this period of time? She said no. She stayed at school with you every day. I didn’t care, she went to class with strong spirits. She came to play with me at night. She said that voice had troubled her for a day, and she didn’t walk away until dinner. It seemed that there was a person who kept chanting in her ear. I can’t concentrate on doing things for a day, and even forget to bring books in class, which is a thing never happened. This reminds me of the movie “survival in writing. A work that the female writer is writing is the real life of the hero. He feels that there is a voice chanting what he has done and thought every day. Is there anyone writing stories about friends? This kind of thing, I heard it and passed away. Until one day, I opened my eyes in the morning and felt a bright sea of flowers in front of me. Countless bright flowers were in full bloom in the air. They kept floating and floating. They didn’t fall or fly away, just kept flying in the air. It seems that he has entered Tao Yuanming’s paradise. At the same time, there is another word that flies with those flowers. I didn’t dream at night. It is late autumn now, not the season of blooming flowers. But those flowers and words were always jumping and dancing in front of my eyes. When I got up, they came to the living room; When I washed my face and brushed my teeth, they were on the wall and floor of the bathroom; When I came to the playground, they accompanied me all the way. In every corner I reached, I was surrounded. I want to catch them, but they are erratic; I want to drive them away, they are not far from me. I can’t do anything about them. I think maybe I am too tired these days. Therefore, I sat down quietly, put down the things in my hands, put down the thoughts and thoughts in my heart, looked at them quietly and smiled at them. At this time, those flowers and the word that played with me turned around magnificently. Just a few minutes after I calmed down, I went to places I didn’t know. In the few minutes when I looked at flowers, I suddenly felt that my soul had been purified unprecedentedly. Pure heart and light body. It seems that I have returned to my innocent childhood, and I have seen the truest self in my heart. I finally know that those weird words that suddenly come out of our hearts are a reminder deep in our hearts. Remind us to save ourselves, remind us to purify ourselves, remind us to slow down, and slow down. Those words are the release of our body and soul, and they come to us through all kinds of difficulties. They are the elves who have been imprisoned by us for too long and escaped from the prison of our hearts. Although sometimes the words are not meaningful, sometimes it makes us confused, and even brings US troubles and confusion. But please believe that it is another kind of love. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

At that time · now · comic light years

Mu Yixin once proudly held a 2B pencil and asked me what you want, I can draw for you. I once said narcissistically that you believe it or not, there will always be a shadow of my style in your painting style in the future. Of course, the last sentence he said to me was: I finally realized your unkindness, I think of you when I see the brush. I will never miss you and never pick up the brush again. But this is not for you, but for myself. What a childish era, what a childish cartoon Prince, how ruthless I am. I thought I would never see him again, but when I saw him there again, he would not draw any more, he doesn’t know me how beautiful the ending is the person I can’t forget in these years the person I hurt the most psychologically who is called I am person who refuses to love or fall in love he can really forget the longing for art and the deep love for Impressionism as well as his dream of creating Chinese-style cartoons are only for dignity? Dignity hurt by me there are so many good girls in the world who love art as much as he once did. There are still so many girls. To show that I don’t love art so much, I also gave up the opportunity to learn Art two years ago. But the set of pens he gave me is still on my desk, but I don’t when did I start using colored lead with them Because colored lead can make me forget the time when I use gouache. I dare not draw with gouache and colored ink pen. Because I really can’t get rid of his style and influence the unique skills. Only the former two people will know that no one knows XX years ago. You are a bad student who has to draw two strokes in any class. When learning painting, you will take time to play harmonica. Your handwriting is very poor, but you always sign on each painting. You are afraid of the math teacher. I don’t know your speciality sketch on the exercise book XX years later, you are a good student who is devoted to math and English. The next year you take the college entrance examination, but your dream may change. You are not an art student, even you have become a science student. Forgetting is really a good thing for you, although it is a pity, I will not escape from you because we will never see you again and never see me again. Good. The world is very small. What is the memory of the past? Now it seems the bitterest words in the future. Must be a great painter, on that day, you must change the dominant position of Japanese comics in Asia. Painter? Let’s be a crazy artist. Little Japan is going to be kicked. I don’t know if I am honored. If you draw a draft in the future, I will modify you, it will certainly sell well. I don’t learn painting. I don’t know if I am poor. I want to play the piano. You ‘d better write something. I’ll draw illustrations for you, which is more affordable. 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…

Plaid life

No more words can be found to describe those enriched stories. All the voices have already disappeared. There is no way to continue the words of two people alone, only to return to the original point. Those sad words about him have always been a painful scenery in my eyes. 09 of the early winter just good, year. I have no time and no mood to sort out those residual words any more. What I can’t forget is the billboard. Maybe there are still some stories left in it, it will become the most shocking memory in the life of Xiao Xi. I am always a passer to each other. In fact, I still hold it so hard but it will still turn into a wound. So that the story between us was crushed in the track with the wheels of the train when I left. The boy who has always been called Y, will he smell gardenia and miss the girl who loves Gardenia every summer after leaving? Will the girl who always called another boy Y recall the fool once when picking up every piece of maple leaf in every autumn. Since I missed it, I would never look back and never want to look back. After the cloudy rain, it might be another piece of clear sky. I clearly knew that I threw salt instead of sugar on the wound without hesitation. The last time I felt pain for you was regarded as an end for myself. After the pain, it may be just a wound in my heart, but also a mark through the season. The man who promised me to see the sea disappeared into my eyes. Since then, I dare not touch all the nouns about sea and maple, and the man who could accompany me to be a Ferris wheel has changed the leading role. Every diary of youth bears a kind of love, but maybe it is a person’s business. Few people really understand me in my own words, but a person who can’t understand my own words is not worthy of liking. The miracle missed can also be so perfect. Some words are written for one person to read. The person who writes down the words for that person has been expecting that person to read those last words, but finally waiting for another person’s words, I saw the warmth like cherry blossoms in those words, and those words came into my eyes from then on, but the Ferris wheel didn’t say anything. I didn’t know who the Ferris wheel was guarding the season. Maybe writing is a very vulgar thing, but I am willing to use such a vulgar thing to let the person who understands me in my writing remember that this early winter is still a person’s rooftop, it was still a night alone, a cigarette and a cup of latte, or she was still not around. Y lit the cigarette, took a sip of it gently, then watched the cigarette lingering around Y, sipped a mouthful of coffee which was still hot carefully, with some bitter smell, Y gradually adapted the taste to the bitter taste. Looking at the sky, a drop of tears fell down. Maybe Y was thinking about her again. I don’t know how she is now, and whether she will be like Y, who likes to stand on the rooftop and watch the unchangeable sky. L was a little girl, which was simple and distressed. When Y saw her for the first time, she knew that she had fallen in love with her. Maybe the boy at the age of seventeen or eighteen always loves recklessly, vigorously and recklessly. But Y has never regretted falling in love with L. Even though L is indifferent to Y, it makes people feel cold. Even if L even smiles to Y, he will not give it to Y, but Y has never resented anything, even though L and Y are together, L have no feeling for Y at all. Even though, even if there are more, Y Still Loves L as always and has been paying everything for L, Y paid a lot for L, but the appearance of S broke the original tranquility. S began to chase L, and L began to laugh under the teasing of S, laughing happily, Y saw everything in his eyes, but his heart was full of scars. Y broke up with L finally for L’s happiness. I remember that Y drank a lot that day and kept spitting, when a good friend heard the news, he didn’t comfort him. On the contrary, a loud slap in the face Y finally couldn’t help venting his depressed mood for several days and crying on his shoulder, crying is very sad, yes, maybe we shouldn’t have loved, seabird and fish love each other, what good result can we get? In the future, Y is like a different person who is no longer interested in anything and does not wear hidden glasses on purpose, because in this way, the intimate scenes between S and L can not be seen, you can see other people’s expressions, and you can tell yourself that I am the only one on my way. Finally, after a few weeks of degeneration, I was disliked by some old man and held Y hard, I went to see a girl. At that time, why did Y like another girl H? It was just used to forget a person L. Later, Y and H got together. Y found that H was really good to him. Y found that he fell in love with H. Y then found that he was a very small child, it’s really good to have a H-pain day. Also don’t sleep? It was very late. H rubbed his eyes and came up from downstairs. Uh, right away, Y put out the cigarette in his hand and drank the already cold coffee. Turn around and yell at the sky L, we are separated from each other, destined to miss, we pass by, but let me use a girl who loves me, but Y’s promise to you will never change, if there is another life, Y will still love you, but in this life, I have H, so we can only miss it. Those stories that have been told have not been finished, and no one will continue, then forget it. When my eyes touched the words with your taste, it would be inexplicably moved, and then tears gushed out from the corners of my eyes. At this moment, I find that I no longer like your words, but always start to regard you as the person I don’t want to think of. There is a distinctive distance between you and that person, because you and he are different people at all. Different people look at my words. Different people use emotions to understand. Different people use words to understand me. He will eventually be another strange person, getting farther and farther away from me. You may get closer and closer. Whether the happiness I stole with words is just the youth we have lost for a long time. I always comfort myself with those words. When I always thought that I took your words as a bridge, I just wanted to pull them down casually after crossing this painful River, but later I didn’t tear down that bridge, but stepped on an endless bridge. Not only those words attracted me, but also the person who wrote down the words with both hands. I started from liking those words and finally went to that person. It turns out that those words are lingering like taking root in life, and then I get used to the dialogue at night, listening to the vibration that touches my heart and watching your name on the screen, put it on my ear and listen to what I want to hear most after waiting for a long time. These words may be that he never said what I want to hear most among the many words I have said to him, but these words I love most finally tell all the stories about youth in your mouth like pure white poems in the snowy winter. Once you read them, you will have an immortal memory. No matter forgetting or remembering, don’t regret it. The original hard forgetting has always become a wound inadvertently, and then when touching it, it will bleed. From beginning to end, his words did not stay in my words, but I met a person who sold happiness as I sold words. The scenery along the way in the next season, what did I encounter? I don’t know, but my heart knows, just like the words I wanted him to know how to love me, I fell in love with everything about your words. The world is still running and the stream of people is still surging: winter is still cold. Only those words about him were replaced by other words in the next stop of the season and then crushed. Write down these words about a person. I only hope that the stories behind the words that that person can understand are those hidden among the words. We live in plaid, and the air together is as happy as cotton candy that always beats. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…