Autumn Heart

Autumn Heart

On Saturday, on a boring night, I knocked the keyboard on the screen alone, and finished the emotions in my heart into fragrant words. Alone for a while, let the melody from the radio play a desolate mood with the waving of fingertips. It is said that it is autumn in the north now, and the climate is gradually getting cooler. I don’t know how it feels to walk into autumn? I don’t know whether my sisters and friends who are far away from the north are still safe or not? I especially remember that at this time last year, I once carried a heavy burden and stumbled on the internet. As a result, I met a group of intimate friends. From then on, online love has accumulated in my heart. Somehow, the feeling autumn gives me is always full of romance and a little melancholy. Every time I see the autumn scene on the screen or in the photo, I will stop and meditate silently to feel the atmosphere of autumn. Maybe it was just my own imagination, but after reading a lot of articles about autumn, it must be not far different. Every time I stand in the wind, I will try to imagine myself walking in the season of falling leaves, seeing pieces of red and yellow maple leaves lying quietly on the cold road. What kind of mood would it be like? In this summer island, there is always a curiosity and yearning for spring, summer, autumn and winter. Perhaps, I would not understand the cuteness of spring breeze without the biting cold of winter; Maybe I would not feel the coolness of autumn, and I would not understand the hateful of summer. However, the Autumn in My impression is either bleak, lonely, quiet or gentle. Autumn is the season for couples to break up. Its bleak will always arouse the sorrow hidden in people’s hearts; Autumn is also the season when two Hearts deliver each other. Its coolness can also evoke the gradually budding emotion in people’s hearts. Therefore, autumn, in my heart, is more full of romantic atmosphere; Autumn, everything becomes gentle like water. Mei Er once told me that she didn’t like autumn, and she didn’t like to see the luxuriant leaves turning from green to red, withering gradually, then leaving the mother body without knowing where they would be located. Autumn gives her the feeling of bitterness, and autumn makes her sigh life. This makes me wonder whether the so-called Four Seasons represent the journey of life and the birth, aging, illness and death of life? When we came to this world, it was like a spring breeze blowing across the faces of our parents, bringing them the breath of spring and happiness in their hearts. And we, like a piece of paper covered with snow, let our parents paint colorful colors for our pale sky; There are rainbows after rain in the day, and stars and moons reflecting each other in the night. Under the careful care of our parents, we irrigated for us day and night, and the seedlings gradually grew into fragrant red flowers and green leaves. After growing up, we are young and frivolous, just like the hot sun in summer, exuding vigorous vitality, full of hope for life and expectation for the future. At that time, we were full of energy and energy, and our hearts were filled with the heat of hot summer. Finally, it settled down in the days of bumping and falling in the sun and rain. It is said that young people don’t know the feeling of sorrow. They don’t know that the past years have flowed into rivers until autumn comes. Autumn comes into our lives silently. In my dazzling eyes, I suddenly found that I had matured a lot in the trance years, and even found that I might have wasted a lot of time. The experience of life and the exercise of life are all engraved permanent traces on our faces one by one. Every script and story was polished into mottled memories by years. Engraved on the face and forehead, there began to be a track of life, and vicissitudes of snow and frost appeared between the temples and hair. After entering the middle age, I gradually know more and more about where will die. Facing the death of my relatives, I have experienced half a life’s ups and downs. The fire that once burned in my heart gradually went out, and I just wanted to let happiness surround me in a plain way. At this time, we occasionally sit at the window to recall the past, and always feel that the older we are, the fewer friends we have. No matter holding the leaves of the branches, or the dead leaves that choose to leave, the shadows of each other are gradually moving away. The coming of winter makes the cold biting. The streets are white and desolate. However, everything looks so white and calm, just like life is about to come to an end. The colorful world has gradually faded. The ruthless time blurs our sight and memory. Therefore, my heart is tired, and I am also tired. Occasionally, I really want to shake off the dust on my body, unload all the disguises and embark on a new journey again. Until the day of death, nothing was taken away, either turned into ashes or buried under the ground, but only occupied one piece of pure land, waiting for the next reincarnation. Life is just like the cycle of four seasons, passing away in a hurry. However, whether it is spring breeze, summer or winter snow, I always feel that only autumn is the most splendid season in life. Because in autumn, we will yearn for the warmth of spring, cherish the warm heart of summer, but fear the loneliness of winter. Tonight, looking through the articles on the prose website again, I seemed to be able to feel the burst of autumn, invisible floating to this green island, and also feel the slight feeling of sorrow. Maybe it is because of my sentimental nature that I have a sentimental attachment to autumn, and I can write down my faint heart words in this light autumn season 2012.09.15 Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Afraid of water fish

I am a fish, a fish afraid of water. As others say, there is only seven seconds of memory. I don’t know how to distribute it. I am a fish, a fish afraid of water. A very small. Very ordinary. A silly fish. Busy all day, laughing, wandering aimlessly. The air in the water makes me unable to survive. I am a fish, a fish afraid of water. A fish eager to fly freely in the light blue and clear sky with wings. I am a fish, a small fish with seven seconds of memory and seven seconds of life. So, I have to think about some people and things one by one. The memory is only seven seconds after suffering, and there is no courage to recall after being destroyed. The seven-second memory made me forget the cunning of the human heart and the scorching cold of the world. Seven seconds of memory made me forget the hardship of love Road. Let me miss you wholeheartedly and incisively and vividly, even if the tears flow away. I know no one can see it. Because I live in the water. I am a fish, a fish with seven seconds of memory. A fish that hurts so much that I don’t want others to see it. Wearing a hypocritical mask during the day, I was happy, blankly and idle. In the dead of night, I crawled in front of the computer and missed something that nobody could understand. Lying in bed, I thought that only you and my brothers could understand the language. The little fish laughing till midnight can fall asleep, and when Dawn is approaching, I miss you the fish that is awakened by nightmare and unable to sleep. In the boundless and endless crowd. One can only see the dark fish from the light. I can see the declining fish from the back of the prosperity, but there is nothing I can do about it? It should have nothing to do with me. I am just a fish, a fish with only seven seconds of memory and seven seconds of life. It’s just a fish that has been running in the arena for several days accidentally. I am just a very good fish, but you will never see it again. I shouldn’t think too much, because I can do nothing, just a small fish. I can only remember you and my brother in seven seconds. But no matter how much I miss you, seven seconds of memory can not afford the mountain without edge, the heaven and the earth together, but dare to swear with the king like the sea withered and stone rotten, also can not go back to the Mountain opened by the orchid. Even if I love you countless times, I can’t persuade you to leave. So I can only reply to the heroic spirit I once had. Everything in this world has nothing to do with me, and anyone’s life and death are disdainful to me, even if you spend the years of your previous life and afterlife. To me, you are nothing, not up to one in ten thousand in my heart. But it is only in the seven seconds that everything in the world has nothing to do with me. I just miss you. I am a fish, a fish afraid of water. A very small. Very ordinary. A silly fish. A fish eager to fly freely in the light blue and clear sky with wings. In fact, I have already died. The corpse walks like a devil in the world, but the soul flies freely in the heaven. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Baby, mom’s little angel

After difficulties, I finally got a positive result and married myself. I thought I could have a good rest at this point, but a great project was put on the important agenda to have a baby, my husband and I have passed the year of establishment, and it is time to consider the problems of the next generation. After eating folic acid, calcium tablets and doing sports for several times, the little angel who was looking forward to two years later finally settled down in my stomach. However, good times didn’t last long, and the joy of being a new mother didn’t last long, I suffered the double torture of mental anxiety and physical discomfort. After sleeping for three or four hours every night, you will be frightened by the prohibition of all kinds of rumors in the Treasure Book of giving birth, such as not being able to play computer or sleep on electric blanket at the beginning of giving birth, because you don’t know about pregnancy at the beginning, I have practiced all kinds of prohibitions, so I began to bake sesame cakes on the bed, and then Amitabha prayed silently to God to bless my baby’s health, and then I would feel dizzy the next day, legs shiver and belly bloated. All the illnesses swept over me overnight. I lay on the collapse and felt that my end of the world had come. I cursed what lovely little angel was purely a urging little devil. A day was as long as a century, I don’t know when the ten-month fixed-term imprisonment will end. Fortunately, I didn’t come back for such a hellish day after four and a half months. I lived an immortal happy life again, and all the discomfort disappeared, Every day, she stroked her rising belly, felt the baby’s fetal movement, and described her unique appearance in her mind: with her mother’s rare amazing beauty, dad is rare and handsome, and she should have Audrey. Hepburn’s appearance, Marilyn. Monroe’s figure,. I am looking forward to this amazing masterpiece showing her true face as soon as possible. At 18:17, December 20, 2010, accompanied by a clear cry, a little angel fell into the world. After leaving the hospital, he looked at the little guy sleeping on his arm with pink makeup, my heart was filled with all kinds of love. My little head was only the size of my fist, but it had curly hair like her father. My legs were curled up tightly, and my little fists as big as table tennis were tightly held, my brows frowned slightly, which seemed to be so weak and helpless. I leaned down and kissed my little face lightly for a few times. The little boy seemed to feel a little bit. The little fist slowly loosened, and the brows gradually expanded, although the eyes were closed, the corners of the mouth slightly moved and then turned to show a sweet smile. The smile was so pure and innocent, just like the cute little angel with wings in the Western oil painting, my heart got drunk and became general immediately. Everything else in the world disappeared in a trance. There was only her in my whole world, the maternal love that had been stung in my heart for many years. It surged out like lava erupted from the fire, held the little guy tightly in his arms, kissed his tender little face crazily and muttered to himself: You are mother’s little baby, no one can rob you. From then on, this lovely little angel occupied my whole heart and seized all my love. When she smiled, my heart would blossom happily. When she cried, I was at a loss immediately, so anxious that my whole body was sweating. I saw beautiful clothes from babies to children of four or five years old, and met interesting toys that were electric and noisy. No matter whether she can wear it or not, whether she can play or not, she will buy it all at home. In short, she hates to bring the whole world to her. I used to go shopping in women’s clothing stores, but now I go shopping in children’s stores. What kind of girl is China Merchants Bank? I think it is China Construction Bank. No matter boys or girls, these little guys have emptied your wallet with cuteness. In my spare time, I always like to hug her and wander around, sticking to her little face and saying some intimate words like mom’s little dog, little bad, etc, xiao Ke people will respond to you with her little face arching your neck or clinging to your face. I can’t fall asleep every night, and I will turn on the light on the head of the bed, looking at the lovely scumbag in her sleep, kissing her little face, pulling her little hands and touching her little feet, I felt extremely happy. I silently thanked God for giving me such a lovely little angel. Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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…