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…

Mood sidelights

In July, the sun was scorching, and the sunshine seemed to have the ambition of never giving up until everything was cooked. Everything had to surrender in front of it. If you are interested in beating eggs on the road at noon, I believe that a fragrant egg cake will certainly fill your hungry stomach. Sweat is like rain. It is too late to use it at this moment. The sweat at this time is neither flowing nor dripping. It should be pouring or shedding. A continuous scorching sun and long wind made my mood particularly depressed, and some thoughts were as lush as the green in this summer. No matter what you do, you are listless. There is always a nameless fire burning in your heart, so that your husband and children dare not talk to me. I just want to stay alone in the air-conditioned room, lying on the bed, quietly looking at the ceiling, thinking nothing and doing nothing, with a blank mind and messy thinking, it’s just a body whose blood is still flowing …… people often feel depressed or annoyed without any reason, which is inexplicable. All of these may have nothing to do with others, but their occasional mood. Some fleeting plots have become stories for us to read. The dreams we once pursued persistently, with the waste of time, wander quietly at the fingertips, deeply shallow and fragmentary. What I once said is also the same as the tired fallen flowers in the late spring. After this hot summer, who can remember those stories stranded in the flowing years? No matter how much they care about their relatives, lovers, friends and children, they are destined to be passers-by in life. Everyone must run according to their own life track. In the end, they can only walk alone, A person performs his own joys and sorrows, and a person helplessly appreciates the scenery belonging to others. Second, relatives or friends who once devoted themselves to it and poured out their hearts and lungs would become passers-by or treat each other coldly because of their casual neglect or unwittingly on one aspect. Human feelings are warm and the world is hot and cold, what kind of heartache will this moment be. People who thought that they could share weal and woe with each other forever turned out to be regarded as enemies. What’s more, they were dirty words, swords and swords, fists and fists. They seemed to have deep hatred that they would die soon and never see each other. Love book is like paper, sad? Pain? Once you get money benefits, no matter family affection, friendship or love will become so vulnerable. A kind of indescribable feeling has passed in the bottom of my heart, shallow and shallow. I know that I am destined to be a lonely person. Even though I have tried my best, I still can’t escape the reincarnation of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Third, try hard to make yourself an open-minded and indifferent person. Live plain and simple, plain, quiet and indifferent. I always like to do things in a low profile, not to show off, not to be proud, to be self-disciplined, and to be kind-oriented. I like to be alone quietly and taste the ups and downs of life quietly. I like to stay in front of one side of the screen and knock my mind quietly, flowing shallow between my fingers; I like to stare blankly at the rolling tea in the Cup, and understand that tea is like life; I like to taste the ups and downs of life in sad and cheerful music. I see, life is always so calm, Water Moon Mirror Flower. I like to stand on the balcony in the dead of night, looking at the deep sky, letting my thoughts fly all over the sky, stretching out my hand to hold the trace, the softness of the wisps of clouds, and the trace lingering gently, that touch of warm moonlight infused into the sea of heart, warm and dense; The breeze combed the scattered hair from time to time, itchy; The rhythm of the lover came from the room; The cool night, quiet, quiet such as me. A feeling, a feeling. My mood will fly in July. July is in full swing, warm and warm, calm and heavy, just like this plain life. When the wind blows, life is also like this. Before a gust of wind, many splendid stories are open Happily. The butterfly flies and the warbler dances. When the wind passes, just a few withered petals are held in the palm of your hand. Suddenly, my heart became relieved. Life was just like this. I came and went in a hurry. There was nothing that I couldn’t let go of. I didn’t bring death or death, and everything was empty, empty as I….. 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…

Lingquan tour

I will continue to stay with this city in another way 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…