Fly knife, see fly knife again

I seemed to vaguely see the Flying Knife in the spring Red falling in the shower, in the green shade shaking in the sun, in the wisps of blue mist rising in the teacup. It was Li Xunhuan’s hand, Li Manqing’s hand, and Li Bad’s hand. It was full of bullets and no one could escape. Time is not a flying knife. We can’t see clearly. What we no longer talk about is also the yesterday we miss. I thought I understood, but actually I didn’t understand anything. The end is also the beginning of another story, whether you like it or not. There are always so many deja kowns and so many similar feelings. It is a repetitive script, a remade drama, a period of reincarnation in previous life, or a passage of later generations? There are arrangements and God’s will. The appearance of the flying knife was also the beginning of the tragedy. The Flying Knife was another amazing knife. Even though I don’t like this ending, this ending doesn’t take my will as a diversion. Everyone’s life is also a well-edited script. We perform our own plays until the curtain ends. Walking, walking, I was tired, sitting on a bench on the underground pedestrian street, watching the bustling crowd with the dazzling light. People passing by have all kinds of expressions on their faces: happy, sad and calm. Noisy, running, laughing, crying, small, small, old, all kinds of groups and people of all ages are performing a certain drama of life in this street. But I don’t know what they are thinking. People are the most difficult to understand. What we are the most difficult to see is ourselves. We don’t agree with what we say or do, and we don’t necessarily agree with what we say or do. What a wonderful novel, everyone is the protagonist in the novel, you and me. At this moment, I look at you and others look at me. You are the play in my eyes, and I am also the play in others’ eyes. So quiet, so quiet, I seem to hear the voice from the bottom of my heart, even if all kinds of moving songs are constantly floating in the beautiful shops around. Suddenly, I found that sometimes, it is better to stay alone in a quiet room than to stay alone in a noisy crowd. On the contrary, my heart can get more peace. At the beginning of the lantern, on the dim light, the mottled shadow of the tree was swaying, and people were gradually cut down. Looking along the light, the street stretched out to the distance. Once upon a time, it was also like this, carrying heavy bags, walking on the broad street step by step, and there were trees beside the street. Some are Poplar, some are Falong, some are willows, and some are coconut trees, from north to south, from middle to east, to find their own hearts and dreams. Sometimes I felt like a swordsman, walking through the arena, full of joy and heroic spirit, whether it was naive or innocent in the past, I really had no scruple at that time. Sometimes, all kinds of images always appear in front of us. Of course, the world written by Gu Long and Jin Yong is the most, which is so unreal but also so real. In fact, there are no strange five themes: for the country, for the family, for the people, for the friends, for yourself. It was just the era of today, which was different from the era of Gu Long and Jin Yong, so there was no master any more. When we met the news of Diaoyu Island and Huangyan Island, we were no longer as cynical as before. We should believe that no one can take away a patch of land from China. Seeing the mournful kneeling of the muriao, seeing the Spanish-Liga two dejectedly leaving and stopping the final, seeing Guadiola say goodbye to Barcelona with tears, his heart will still be slightly heavy, full of pity, which is not a world, it is not the arena. The familiar words in Infernal Affairs will return the best explanation sooner or later. No one can be an exception. This is the decline of the third Dream Dynasty, or the sailing of the Milky Way warship left us too much expectation. At a certain time, I always like a song very much, and I like to make the single cycle with the wind outside the window repeatedly. It is the background music “flowers and flowers” played by Li bad played by Zhang Zhilin and Keke played by Dong Jie in the play “Flying Knife see Flying Knife Again”. In the sad song, I recalled those nostalgic photos on the wall I saw when I was drinking tea in Olddays that day, and those photos recorded the past that we couldn’t pass. Where there are people, there will be tragedies, but I don’t like tragedies very much. I hope that as Gu Long said in the original work, there is at least one way to avoid every kind of tragedy, I hope everyone who doesn’t like crying can come up with a way to avoid this kind of tragedy. 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. 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Yiyezhiqiu

There is a French phoenix tree which is about two meters high outside the window. Having nothing to do, I always like to look at that tree through the glass and use this rare green to nourish my eyes. Suddenly one day, I found a dead leaf among the swaying green trees in my gaze. The Leaf was a little curly, and the color began to turn yellow. I looked at the wall calendar and found that it had passed the threshold of lunar August, which surprised me that autumn was approaching. I remembered the slightly sentimental word: one leaf knows autumn. You see, on that luxuriant green tree, it seems to contain the secret of seasonal reincarnation. A dead leaf, only a dead leaf, secretly revealed the secret. Looking at the tree outside the window, I felt something touching the scene. My hands unconsciously touched the wrinkled cheek. When my palm slided slowly, I touched the dense beard under my jaw. I know that it is the black grass of time, emerging from the wilderness of life. I took out a small round mirror. I didn’t know if I didn’t see it. I was shocked when I saw it. My hair was half white just over 40! I put down the mirror, but the silver hair burned my sensitive heart like a flame. A leaf knows the autumn, unconsciously, white hair occupies half of the head, I even don’t know. So, I am worry about life? Or worried about the future? I don’t know. What I know is that I am busy all day long, suffering from gain and loss, so this half of my white hair grows. What I don’t know is, which one is the earliest white hair? Looking at the tree outside the window, thinking of myself, I felt a little ashamed. In my subconscious mind, I always think that I am a vibrant youth, At least they were the old youth who had never lost their ambitions, but they completely forgot that they had reached the middle-age Post station. In the highland of life with white moon and clear wind, can I still calmly point out the country and inspire the writing? I felt at a loss, looking at the wall calendar on the opposite wall, it was a little blurred. Only then did I know that bitter and turbid tears overflowed from the corners of my eyes. People are hurriedly passers-by living on this light blue planet, which is not bad; People spend 30 days of noon, and people know destiny after 40 days, which seems to be good. But between sunrise and sunset, why am I no longer young? This kind of inquiry may be decadent, because everything is born and destroyed. In the period of vigorous life, I never thought of withering and aging. Just like I have never paid attention to my hair, I thought I was still a graceful young man with green hair! In fact, time has already carved marks on me, which is the accumulation of time. Or the suffering of life? I can’t find the answer. I don’t know. It seems that I, who is over 40 years old, haven’t cultivated to the degree of no confusion. When I fixed myself in middle age, I was actually very reluctant, but in fact, I couldn’t help it. I am guessing: Am I really a little old-fashioned? Then I thought of the vigorous youth, when there were many colorful ideals. Now when I think about it, I can’t help laughing. It’s just a fantasy of soap bubbles. In fact, everyone’s ability in this world is limited, but he is too arrogant when he is young, and he feels that he is arrogant and can save the world and benefit the people. When I looked out of the window at the withered leaf on the green tree, I no longer thought like this! Because I wasted many golden years for this, and gave up practical efforts in the ridiculous internal friction. I picked up the mirror, pulled out a black hair, put it in the diary, and wrote down four words of Ye Zhiqiu. In a trance, I felt that I was a fool again: Several years later, when my head was covered with years of frost and snow, would I hold this slender and black hair and feel sorry for myself? Anyway, I was young, but I can’t live with myself when I am young. Especially now, I seem to go upstream. Staying or watching at the source of life is another fantasy that is hard to reach. Then, just take the train of time to float, or imagine your future as a kind-looking old man, leaning against the Green Tree, facing the sunset clouds, and sighing infinitely. This life is enough. (1230 words) Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) 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…