It’s “hot” for a good autumn

In early autumn, the sun is shining, the sky is clear, the temperature is as high as 34 or 35 degrees Celsius, the room is hot and dry, sweat wrapped, uncomfortable and irritable. Our overtime work is complicated and messy, and it is rare for us to have a rest! Helpless flowers fell, and the familiar Yan returned, leaving yesterday’s romantic summer and having to welcome the scorching autumn day! Unexpected surprise, great news! The “talk about my father” I created unexpectedly won the second prize of essay solicitation by the Communist Party members around me, which was hosted by Lanzhou Federation of Trade Unions. It not only won the honorary certificate, magazine publication, but also won a hundred yuan prize, what is more important is that my writing talent is affirmed, my confidence is ignited, and the fire of creation desire is burning. Passionate and fast in my heart! I want to thank my colleagues and friends for their encouragement, support and appreciation. I finally published an article, which is so proud and proud! I am eager to tell the good news to the people I know! Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow must tell the people who should tell me, let them share my happiness together! My work was published, won the prize, and got the prize! This time, there will certainly be the next time, the third and the fourth —— originally, fairness, justice and truth existed between heaven and earth, but I lacked the eyes, confidence and actions to discover and pursue. To be honest, I really like your literature, and I can only cultivate, sow, manage and harvest in your dry and barren soil all my life! Only you, the world of freedom, can give me my wish in my life. If you don’t want to treat you in a mediocre and reckless way, you can only make great contributions to you with outstanding achievements. Perhaps the vitality of communication can be strong and permanent, and only a hundred times of efforts can win your favor, heart and smile! I hope dream come true soon, career, wide sea diving! It’s hot for a good autumn (the original words are cool for a good autumn)! 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…

Bath Fire Phoenix

My body is too heavy, my body is ridged with holes, my body is scarred, my body is numb, my body is painful, I am bound on the solid earth, I was indulged in the undercurrent of time. I can’t take off. I can’t even take off my fast feet and run to the mountain I am looking forward to or the dawn I am longing. I seemed to be covered by wounds, buried by pain, and a faint dust crying in the dark night. I was under house arrest in the cage of time, imprisoned in the hard wall, and I could not see the sweeping scenery outside the window. My scenery had been covered by the wall, my scenery has been engulfed by unfathomable wounds. I struggled hard in the undercurrent of the surging time. I couldn’t find the exit, I couldn’t see the flame, I couldn’t see the flowers, and I couldn’t see the pretty girl walking outside the window like flowers. My pain is the long-standing pain, and my despair is the huge despair when the volcano erupted. I seem to be a body guest whose soul is removed by time. I seem to be living on a lingering and painful life. I have been gently covered by the huge palm of suffering. I am the angel who suffered in hot water. But I am want to fly, but I want to get rid of the shackles, but I want to fly. I stared at the body which was no longer complete and fresh. My eyes gradually dimmed into a huge black hole. My sadness was a century of sadness, and my pain could only be tasted by me alone. I instinctively leaned out my eyes from the undercurrent of time, and my eyes which were still looking for freedom and light. I am looking for an outlet, an outlet of passionate passion. I found that my curved eyes were like electric torch. I found that my curved eyes were going through the wall and over the wall. I found that I was not willing to accept slavery and was breaking away from the gloomy prison built by disability. My injured body can crawl or cling to the Earth, but my free and unrestrained soul cannot. This is a kind of dance in the dark, and a kind of painstaking practice, just like grinding a precious sword in a forbearance decade, just like silently facing the wall for ten long spring and autumn years. I can sit at the bottom of the prison and become a prisoner of time, but I can’t be put under house arrest forever. I felt that I started a real flight. My complicated bleeding heart was like a big bird spreading its wings and flying. I passed through the undercurrent of time and the hard wall, my thoughts soar on the mountains and the blue sky. With my unbreakable spiritual wings, I struggled to fight the surging clouds and roaring thunder and lightning. I felt that I was finally flying. In the long sky of thousands of miles, on the upward journey, I found the road on the road without Road, and I found the road sign where there was no road sign. I found the unique spirituality or divinity, and I experienced the intoxication and comfort of flying. I finally broke through the heavy yoke and fence of my body. I grazed the birds of spirit, above the mountains, above the blue sky, above the great humiliation or suffering. I am destined to be the Phoenix in the fire, the Angel in suffering, and the singer dancing in the fire of purgatory. I have no choice. Only by flying this big bird of thought that has been in seclusion for a long time can I return to the paradise of freedom and unrestrained flowers. I can’t suffocate. I can’t blind my eyes to watch the light in the darkness. I must put my soul on the clouds above, so that I can temper a pair of proud wings sweeping the long wind and white clouds. I don’t want to fall, falling to the abyss of suffering and the black hole of time. I have to die, and I have to fight to death, following the rough upward Road, let the free sunshine warm my pale face again, let the long-lost sunshine pour on my transferred wound or the gap of thought. Only in this way can I regain the dignity and nobility of human beings. Only when I fly can I have the breath of soul, and I can find the charming smile of roses or lilies on the journey of spreading flowers. All the flames are flying, and all the lost passions are flying. On the top of the cliff, I found that the black wall under house arrest had collapsed; I found that the chains that bound me were melted by the soaring fire. My free and unrestrained soul is fearless and unstoppable. I made a brave leap to myself or suffering with another posture of refusing to give in. My injured body can be attached to the Earth, but my passionate soul runs to the high or deep. I saw that the feathers of time were no longer dim. I saw the feathers crowded in the corridor of time. They gave off bright jewel-like clean light, only the dead sharpshooter, to shoot down my flying wings. Before that, my unconquered soul or will had emerged into a Phoenix bathing in the flame. I can’t hide in the undercurrent of time to clean the wound sadly. I am destined to embrace with wind and rain or Thunder, in the long sky where the fire is burning, I found that the cage or hell where I was imprisoned was rapidly sinking 1550 words (the autumn disease book in was in Sanming No. 1 Hospital) 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. 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…