Put You in My Heart

Walking on the pavement, pedestrians and vehicles gradually increased. The coolness in the air drove away the heat of yesterday, and everything became bright and clear. Therefore, a thought fell into my arms and I must dream tonight, such a time, in the green shade and fruitful field, is pure and boundless, and full of joy. Just last night, a sparse raindrop fell down, but still wet the thin dream in my sleep, like the coolness of autumn, embellishing all the dreams, A full and long scroll of painting was spreading in front of us; The old past faded away with the fresh coolness, leaving new lines and scenery. Isn’t this season containing the joy of harvest? At this moment, a hint of coolness came across my face. It was the sprinklers walking along the road with songs, which made passers-by run away in a hurry. I stepped forward as if I was awakened. I just wanted to let my heart and refreshing coolness clean up in this not empty world. We live in such a piece of heaven and earth, and there is always such a pleasant company, which makes people feel at ease, just like a dream. Heaven and earth bestow my heart and make this filled world, I am willing to be so quiet and kind to my every day, even if it is as low as dust and intimate with the nature. I once longed to put myself devoutly in a heaven like ceiling, and let awe, holiness and eternity run through the whole journey of life, but the beauty of fleeting time may not be the fleeting time, but because of the change of the color of the season, from the initial cyan to the final pale yellow and reddish brown, it is neither any hand pen can be painted nor any pigment can be smudged. Its fierce strength is deep in the deep veins of life, between bones, inadvertently, I heard the sound of crack at first. Harsh and silent, long stagnation and long quiet curling are like waiting for a season to hear the sound of seasonal blood flowing in the pulse. When falling into the world of mortals, I saw the body wearing a mask, congested in the lane of interests, muddy. Thanks for the gift of nature, let me bathe, let the wriggling soul hear the call of the sounds of nature in an instant of awakening, not the ethereal nothingness, but a kind of boundless wisdom, A thick praise of life. In such a day, in the heart of ink painting after the rain, it seems that I have drawn my desire and traveled in the fields painted by time, I feel the warm eyes in my life, Stay in My harbor. The tender eyes deeply touched my soul, and suddenly I realized clearly; In the numerous colorful colors, I faded my own colors and leaned quietly in a horn, look at the dancing and falling of life, the change and galloping of seasons and fleeting years. However, I was still so pure-hearted and plain, standing alone in the dense mist, only looking forward to the faint glow of that night shining on my light and shadow, taking off the faint color in my life. A gust of cool breeze blows down the breath of season. This breath is the miracle of harvest and the memory of a season. Maybe I read too many words describing the season, with more feelings like this, it is really not supposed to drop light and thin words casually in the fruitful atmosphere. However, this is not a feeling that I use words to describe. It is indeed the sound that I melt into the depth of the season and bloom. Leave the whole life’s prayer and the hope of a day in such a day of different seasons, and let the heart and joy grow up with the world. This is silent and presumptuous poetry. Walking on the song and leaving without fear of wind and rain all the way in such a time, I stopped all my pale thoughts, and how beautiful and happy life and I will be! 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…

Rural Chronicle (I) Juanjuan

Not far from our home, there are two or three bars between them. It is a tea shop. The tea shops in the countryside are their own houses, tables and chairs, a pile of tea bottles and coarse porcelain teacup, which can be filled with several tables as much as possible. Every afternoon and evening, the mahjong sound in this compartment, there was a ringing of cards and cigarettes. The boss, who was usually a landlady, took a kettle and poured water. Each table never forgot to laugh and chat with each other occasionally. At that time, everyone had fun and the atmosphere was very lively. I often walked there, not playing cards, but buying things. Besides drinking tea and playing cards, the tea shop also set up alcohol and tobacco stalls, candy melon seeds, cigarettes and drinks, people who played cards casually shouted for tea, and immediately someone responded, paying money in one hand and exchanging things in the other, which was very convenient. I basically bought cigarettes. It was too late and the cigarette case was empty. Don’t worry. As long as the tea shop is not closed, I will go calmly. After a few steps, I can still see the moon, shady trees, idle convenient. It’s just that when you walk to the door, the first thing to meet you is not the boss or the landlady, but a round yellow dog with short four hoofs, fat head and big ears, looking at you with your face looking up and smiling, the furry tail Shaked vigorously and came over with a familiar twist. It was very warm next to your legs. At this time, the people inside will see you, and then drink lightly: Juanjuan, don’t get in the way, let the eldest brother in. This dog is called Juanjuan. Looking at her fat body and funny expression, you can’t be associated with that delicate name, but that’s it. Speaking of this dog, it was because my mother also had a dog. When I just moved here, as soon as several beautiful dog cages in our house fell to the ground, some people in the village gradually gathered around to watch the scene of bustle, looking at my father’s wheelchair, several pots of orchid grass raised by my mother, several poodles in our family, Huanhuan, Lele, stars and dots, I talked excitedly while watching. There was Juanjuan crowding in front of people. She was a little shy and curious, but she squatted and lay half a bedroom, chubby like a leather ball. It seemed that she didn’t dare to stare at her eyes, but she didn’t want to turn around, it was our dogs, who were used to being arrogant and arrogant, put on a domineering posture and shouted at her without stopping for a moment. In the days after that, at the gate of our yard, you can often see the shadow of Juanjuan. Maybe she just strolled around casually, knowing that there were new neighbors and the same kind, when I was free, I walked around and occasionally put my round head into the door to look around. Sometimes I heard the dog barking inside, then I immediately raised my ears and stared at the direction of the sound nervously, it didn’t come loose until there was no movement, and slowly left step by step. About one or two months later, seeing Juanjuan again, she suddenly found that her figure seemed to be more rounded. Later, she heard the tea shop owner talking there and knew that she was pregnant. At that time, the joy of our family was also big, so we didn’t pay attention to the news of Juanjuan any more. In our family, because it was the first time that I had such expectation, my mother was still a little uneasy. The closer I was, the more I liked to talk about it. I was afraid that I couldn’t take care of these little things. But what happened later was totally different from what she thought. As a mother for the first time, Huanhuan in our family showed a good nature, biting off the umbilical cord and cleaning up the puppy by herself, my mother couldn’t get in her hands at all. When she came back to her mind, six children of the same dogs had been scrambling to lie on the belly of joy and grab milk. My mother watched them all day long like a treasure, and she liked them all over her face. See how happy we are. How good we are! I had already forgotten the past that dogs were naughty and made her scold loudly. Almost in the same week, after knowing that our dog had given birth to six dogs, the proprietress of the tea shop ran to our house excitedly one day and told her mother that we Juanjuan had also given birth, you guess several? Before mother spoke, she giggled herself. There were also six, hehe hehe. On that day, Juanjuan didn’t come out to welcome me when she went to the tea shop to buy cigarettes. Beside the gate, the tea shop owner found a cardboard box for her, and she lay quietly inside, A group of little guys slept beside her in a simple and charming manner. However, unlike our dog breeds, the color and body shape are almost the same. Her children are too rich, with black flowers on white background, there are yellow ones, black ones, and a gray one with some black ones. I felt a little funny in my heart. It was clearly a Chinese pastoral dog. When I was born, I separated my blood and nobility. But looking at Juanjuan and me looking at each other, I couldn’t help smiling. Her expression was still the touch of a great mother who had created a miracle of life, full of satisfaction and soft eyes, look at me, look at my child, the whole body exudes the maternal breath, happy and serene. This is the story of Juanjuan. A friend who knows dogs came to my house to play. He saw her and said that she should be the offspring of the hybrid of a local dog and a pug. She was chubby, um, raised in the countryside and easy to raise, also very cute. Yesterday, I also saw Juanjuan. I didn’t know whether some dogs were sold or sent to others. She led a black one with white background, named Nini, and a little yellow dog, named Xiaomi, still seeing me from a long distance, I ran over with my head shaking and put my round head on my feet. I was already a dog mother and still so naughty. I bit my trousers and rubbed them, the tail floats like a flag 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. 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Every corner is a small era

In a small universe, there is a small era. Inscription “Tiny Times” written by Guo Jingming was quarreled by countless girls in my high school, which made me feel kind and familiar with this book. In fact, this is not the first time to open this book. I remember the first time I met “Tiny Times 01 paper folding times” was in the dark attic when I was in senior high school, and there were a lot of sundries on the abandoned bed. There are several novels, and when I saw the name of Guo Jingming, corresponding to the “tiny era 01 paper folding era” which is familiar to countless people, I opened them to read. But maybe God deliberately wanted to tease me and Guo Jingming. I saw a page of unacceptable dialogue, so it seemed that there was a bomb that would explode at any time in my hand and threw it back to its original place immediately. Later, I saw this book from Huimin not long ago. I am still curious about this famous book. I always think that the prosperity of a person or a book among countless people must have its inherent charm. But sometimes, not everyone can accept this charm. I have heard more or less about the characters in “Tiny Times 01 paper folding times”, and the story is roughly a little vague. I think actually hearing it is just a way to understand. If you really want to experience all the tastes in it, it is better to sit quietly and read books. This time it was because she mentioned “Tiny Times” when she went to the summer solstice dormitory. Her boyfriend lent it to her. I am excited to ask if you can lend it to me. She smiled and said that she should finish reading it quickly. I said three days. As a result, I finished reading it in ten hours. Middle been on and off. The day before yesterday, yesterday, today. The three marks of longitude and latitude interlaced with each other, and each picture drifted away in the blank thoughts. The background of the story is the prosperous Shanghai. This is where I want to find out. Shanghai is like a mirage on the river, with glittering sight. Countless people were stabbed by dazzling light, but they still set sail persistently. The waves were surging, and the elites stood in front of the huge French windows dozens of floors high and looked down at the front with cold eyes. I seemed to hear their indifferent sight cheering the victory on the other side. I feel that this is the fate of the machine. People are willing to bear such a cold destiny in such a city. At the beginning, white-collar workers lived in a hurry for a day in the workplace. There was no scene of warmth, and my heart was put in the ice grottoes for a moment, losing the consciousness of temperature. With Gu Li, Gu Yuan, Lin Xiao, Jian Xi, Tang Wanru, Nan Xiang, Gong Ming and Chongguang coming on stage, the story set off a storm. Yes, waves. Gu Li is a proud peacock, enjoying her youth extravagantly under the beautiful and cold colorful clothes. What she eats, wears, lives and travels are famous brands that I don’t know. She was obsessed with finance and economics, and accurately calculated all her things related to numbers at a speed of 0.01 seconds. Many people like Gu Li, so do I. She had a distinct personality and was calm and rational in the storm, so that Gu Yuan wanted to hold her tightly. She was so distressed. But she was optimistic, and any frustration would finally disappear after crying or silence. She was still full of skin care, drinking expensive coffee, and saying poisonous words that choked people to death. But she herself was infected with tragedy, her mother’s identity was unknown, the contradiction with south Hunan, a woman facing a huge company and so on. These will be a net far away from happiness, covering her and tearing up the people around her at the same time. Lin Xiao narrated in the first person, so he should be the heroine. I think her character is between Nanxiang and Gu Li. When she worked in the famous magazine ME, she accomplished all the harsh requirements of Gong Ming with unimaginable possibilities. So she has the intelligence like Gu Li. But when she faced her feelings, she was stubborn and indecisive. It is like the love of South Hunan to Xi Cheng. The entanglement between Jianxi and Lin Quan finally made Jianxi leave resolutely. She saw off her love with tears. When turning around, crying in Chongguang’s arms. I don’t know whether she wants to get out of the gloomy days when she is separated from Jianxi, or whether she really likes Chongguang. I just think her love becomes thin between the two. It is like a piece of squashed paper, with wind, dust, rain and dew swinging in the strong wind. Nanxiang is a weak but has always been guarding for a devastated love. She described her last love on the drawing board with beautiful self-abasement. Xi Cheng hurt her so many times but she still didn’t give up. Last time. She said. This is so sad but helpless. Because of Gu Li and Xi Cheng, she began to stay away from this flashy circle, like escaping. Finally, Lin Xiao met her at Christmas. But she shivered and told Lin Xiao what was the dirtiest secret. I always thought that her last farewell was the rumbling sound of train. What she said to Lin Xiao was automatically thrown under the rail by me, leaving a red liquid after being smashed. Tang Wanru always speaks and does things in a pure attitude like a single-celled organism. Her words were like a hilarious bomb, which made people laugh out a drop of tears in the shocking eyes at any time. She was extremely distressed for having to train and having to face herself with muscles. She liked Weihai, but at last he looked like a kite with broken lines gradually away from her pink bubble love. I think such a simple girl must have her own happiness. Gu Yuan, a handsome, air-conditioned person, and Gu Li’s tacit understanding, wearing a computer cold mask overdrawn. He and Gu Li are a natural couple, with the same hobbies, the same life and the same way of speaking. At the beginning, Gu Li came to his dormitory with hot chaos. Later, when he sent a text message to apologize to him, he sent a text message: I love you. At that time, he was very depressed and had no money to eat for two consecutive days. The tears left are melted in the warmest corner of my heart in the white hot air. Gu Yuan’s love is like a dormant volcano. I know that he will never leave Gu Li. Just like what he said: I think everything else is bullshit. It doesn’t matter who you sleep with or who you kiss. To love someone is to accompany him, warm him and consume a huge life with him for a long time. Just like Gu Li, no matter what happens to her, I still love her —— Jian Xi is like a warm south wind blowing through the whole picture scroll, he is gentle and gentleman, always provide a solid arm when Lin Xiao is sad. He was a prince, indifferent to his own color in the prosperous circle. But he still disappointed me. Is he out of pity for Lin Quan, guilt, or love? He set foot on the airport, embracing Lin Quan and disappearing in the stunned sight of Lin Xiao. The final farewell is not just poetry, but wind. Silent, no black and white. Speaking of Gong Ming, in fact, his indifferent and expressionless machine life has always been regarded as the model of the hero by me. And he in the story increases your accepted cleanliness. I think Lin Xiao is really suffering. But he always had people who cared about him, eager for his father’s approval and caring for his sick younger brother. I look forward to his wonderful love in the world. Love can melt his cold heart and give him a kind of power to look around at the fiery red of Phoenix Flowers. Chongguang, I began to think that he was just a very insignificant role, and there would be no intersection with their circle. But in the end, he fell in love with Lin Xiao. When he approached Lin Xiao gradually, I suddenly understood his destined role and fate. After encountering Lin Xiao and changing into gastric cancer, he took off his childishness and Halo and reborn with a mature and vicissitudes and very warm face. But how long can his life last and how long can his love last? With the warmth and ugliness of human nature, each character poured out the joys and sorrows of life, love and hate in the prosperous Shanghai. I suddenly felt scared about Shanghai, a metropolis. Imagine standing beside the Huangpu River, the crazy wind rolled up swirls. The neon lights at night flickered with a dim dream, and all the office workers started the night life of drunkenness with a glass of vodka. Finally, no one wants to wake up. But after the countless alarm rings in the morning, they still had to rush to dozens of floors of office buildings. My ear seemed to have remembered the sound of white-collar high-heeled shoes of ten centimeters. Shanghai, a prosperous metropolis, has condensed a small era. Countless people played the mixed joys and sorrows in the city where they traveled around. I was suffocated in the book, overlooking this small area on the map of China, occupying all its space with a blank look. I seem to have seen the white-collar workers who are working hard in the tall buildings. Our times are sad. I think that’s what Guo Jingming wants to express. Under the Iron hoof of material, the drunken lifestyle obliterates many beauty of human nature. We don’t know whether what we pursue is the opposite mirage, or whether such endless pursuit has a result, and whether this result is exactly what we want? Guo Jingming said that our lives exist in such a small, crowded and warm era. —– There are more time we don’t know and places we haven’t seen. This era did not stop turning. It made everyone’s life move forward in parallel in the coldest and most rational way. Therefore, such a small era is in every corner of the world. I threw a pile of pink money into the sky at the highest speed, and I just saw it hit the peak of the era. It was like a sharp sword, followed by a flood of blood. 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…