Past cantabile

I always like to let my heart face the starry sky alone in the quiet night, which is a kind of self-intoxication. I hold my heart tightly and listen quietly to the gentle sliding of the night wind around my ears, the lingering coolness, slowly falling down the growing heart. Looking at the amorous feelings and flowing words all the way, telling the endless helplessness and novel loneliness, reading the stories of spring, summer, autumn and winter, turning into green poems and colored glaze beside the streams of time. Life is like a dream. In the flowing years like water, we are just passers-by in a hurry. No one can know whether the road ahead is a horse plain or a crossing. As long as we pass, we will freeze forever, turn into the clouds of the past. Whether it is happiness or sadness, after all, it is the past that the mark of our footsteps deposits into songs. Born in this world, we all have to endure the cold wind and rain and face hardships. But along the way, there are always countless ups and downs, as well as endless spring flowers and autumn moon, green trees and red flowers. When you are frustrated in life, you can sit and watch the red glow of the lonely Heron at dusk with a plain heart, or listen to the evening singing of fishing boats in the quiet night where the moon is as beautiful as water. The Silent Deep thoughts let the sentimental heart open the long notes with lasting charm, and those flashy fragments can always be retrieved between the past like songs. Those beautiful mistakes, fresh dreams and plain scenery will turn into warm details to comfort our souls. There are always different chances in life, and the past events like songs remember our former Glory or infinite sadness. Don’t confuse your eyes because of the past glory, don’t be covered by the gloomy wind and dust because of the past pain, the momentary moaning can only be exchanged for others’ temporary cheap sympathy and mercy. Don’t learn to complain, and don’t learn to sink. Only in the fragments of the past can you find the gap to step out of the mire or thorns, find your confidence and strength, so as to light the lamp of hope and set off with new hope. Then, while winning flowers and applause, it will also win the respect of others! Time is like the wind, and the past is like a song. I like to immerse myself in the past like a song in the silent night, recalling the past, recalling the journey traveled, looking back on the pride of youth and forgetting those sorrows, forget those sad and beautiful, let a pair of wise eyes look for the brilliant stars in the silent night through the dust of time. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

The best happiness is to stay together for a lifetime

He married her, had a family, inherited a lot of debts from his father, and won a twist quilt from his married brother, he also bought a haunted house with his work cents and became a husband. From then on, her whole life was related to him, and from then on, his whole life was accompanied by her! She was young and fond of cleanness, but she could not wash clothes. Therefore, no matter in winter or summer, he was washing clothes for her, even with her trousers dyed with menstrual blood. When a villager said that a man would be frustrated when washing clothes for a woman, he didn’t care about it. He only said that she could marry me because she was sick, and her parents were used to taking care of me at home, I can’t be wronged either. He was a poor man, and of course he couldn’t take care of her very well. However, he treated her as well as possible, and he held her tightly when he had any delicious food. He told their children that your mother was sick and you should learn to take care of her and don’t argue with her. Therefore, the order of eating at home was like this. First she, then the child, and finally it was his turn to eat. She didn’t have to eat leftovers, and the children didn’t want to eat. He gave them the newly steamed rice and ate the rest of yesterday day by day, from time to time, it came out from the village that there was one more mistress in the family, and the daughter of the family found another family to live with, but she didn’t see any changes in their family. She still smashed things and things out of her mind, he was still walking around with a pair of trousers dyed with menstrual blood, and he was still washing, cooking and cooking. My daughter grew up slowly and looked pretty. Sometimes he smoked a cigarette and said to others smilingly that I could not be a father if it wasn’t for others, although they were a little ill, but it still left me a blood vessel. His neighbor satirized him, “Isn’t that a child for others to raise? He said, that is also my last name. As she was getting older and older, when it came to menopause as others said, the overwhelming symptoms such as upset, impatient and always losing temper in TV advertisements became more intense in her. Therefore, he began to be covered with wounds when he was just a little young, which was smashed by pots and pans when she lost her temper. She stayed with him for years, as fierce as the red wolf in the TV. When his younger brother came home, he said to him, “Leave, anyway, my daughter has grown up, what should she do? Send it back to my mother’s family, and forget it anyway. He kept silent and said after a while that he couldn’t be blind to his conscience. She is so big, it is not a crime to send it to anyone. The younger brother also said, then send them to the hospital, where to send them, not afraid that they will not stay. He said, the place was dark, not his own relatives, who would treat her well. At that time, even if she beat and scolded again, she would suffer more. The younger brother said, then you don’t want to have a few days to rest? He smoked a cigarette and said, “that’s it. When the quiet day came, she also left. When she was young, the old said that he had a good heart, so she would marry him. Later, old people said that he was too stupid to get the pain from a woman in his life. Later, the old said that they had a daughter who was a college student. When his daughter reached the age of marriage, he said to her, “You can’t choose to be my daughter in your whole life. Because of your relationship with your mother, you will certainly suffer twists and turns in your marriage. However, you have to remember that we don’t care about other people’s wealth and family, but about their characters and characters. Only people with good characters and characters can bring you happiness. The daughter smiled and smiled again, just like the woman in the book of poetry, leaning quietly on the shabby kang table and saying, “My mother is happy, so am I, dad! 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…