Variable of eternal

Sitting in the carriage, watching the rain winding down on the windscreen blurred the sight in front of me. There was silence, only the cold air in the carriage and the slightly shaking sound of the engine accompanied me. Around the dense, dark sky, an impulse came to my heart, I really want to walk into the rain like this, let it baptize me. Dark clouds float in the vast sky in different shapes. They move slowly and are changeable. They are the characteristics of clouds. They always change at the moment, sometimes dense, sometimes isolated, and sometimes soft like cotton, sometimes it is surging like waves. In fact, everything in the world has always been changeable like floating clouds, which generally makes people ignore its existence. Every day, every night, changes are happening; Every moment, every moment, transformation is staged. The flowers which were in bud yesterday may bloom the brightest petals today; Today’s butterfly chrysalis may turn into dancing butterflies tomorrow, showing colorful colorful wings. The distance and emotion among all living beings and people are also making subtle changes in this mortal world where every minute counts. Today I love, tomorrow I hate; Today I share weal and woe, but tomorrow is just like a stranger. Even we ourselves are changing all the time. When we sit quietly, our breath changes with our own thoughts, either slowly, rapidly, evenly, or in depth, and our mood is fully revealed in each breath; When we lie on our back, the pores are properly adjusted due to the change of climate, either shrinking or enlarging, knowing whether they are warm or cold. Since ancient times, the only constant is the change itself. The times are changing, the climate is changing, and we have to face sudden changes every minute. In the world of mortals, many mountains and leagues with dry seas and rocks, and many sea vows near the world are telling the endless eternity. However, people’s desire, selfishness and love destroy the so-called eternity from time to time. When people pursue desires, they also leave promises in their mouths and eternity in their hearts out of the clouds. What is forever? What is eternal? Is one’s whole life? Or lifetimes? Eternity is just a measure of time, but it is a nothingness concept that cannot be measured. People always expect everything beautiful to turn into eternity. In ancient times, Qin Shihuang pursued immortality. Nowadays, ordinary people blindly pursue the diamond without emotion, but they don’t know that it is a kind of persistence and helplessness. Just because eternity is hard to find, people will continue to pursue. It is said that rare things are the most expensive. The more things you can’t get, the more noble you are and the stronger your desire to own. In fact, forever is no longer forever; Forever only exists in fairy tales. I thought the transient brilliance could be exchanged for the eternal memory, then I found that eternity is more false than this world, and eternity is more cruel than this world. When I woke up this morning, the night had faded away. The sound of subway running over the track seems to run over the years of life, another new day, a new beginning and a new moment of everything. Standing in front of the window, looking out at a cloud color in the distance, watching the morning sun dyeing a cloud cloud into gold, yellow and orange, which interweaved into a scene that dazzles people’s ears. Suddenly I remembered that the dawn, sunset and Moonlight seemed to be everlasting, and came day and night as scheduled, but it was also the nature that we ordinary people could not see through. The moon may no longer be so round, and the sunshine may no longer be so fierce. Ask who can really measure the temperature of the sun, and who can detail whether the Moonlight feelings are as gentle as clear water. Looking around, if you observe carefully, you will find that every inch of the land is also changing. A tree will suddenly lose a piece of green leaf, a piece of leaf, or a drop of dew, while The Silent Land will pass through people’s trampled and the breeze passing, it is no longer the land passed yesterday. Last night when the moon was full, when I leaned against the window by the fence and looked at the starry sky, I let a drop of tears shine at the corner of my eyes, tore my heart, let the Moonlight shine, let the breeze invade, I know that you and I will never be as honest as usual; I can’t stand the pain that I am worried about, and can’t resist the pain that is broken. I want to shed the last tear for you, it can’t affect the ripples in your heart. Don’t say it’s love, even I lost friendship. Because, the emotion between you and me has gone bad Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

Chuan Jiang Zizi moving forward along the road [impression wu long essay]]

Chuanjiang chant is a folk singing form which is led by the chauvinist for the unified movement and rhythm of Chuanjiang boatmen, with the help and chorus of all boatmen. From the Internet 1. Getting acquainted with Chuanjiang opera, it turned out to be in an entertainment program that traveled all over the country, “boys and girls rush forward”. Dressed up in a short skirt, several genuine Chongqing elder brothers danced before the game and performed a brief Chuanjiang trumpet, starting with a passionate chant. Suddenly, the distinctive shouting and singing with strong rhythm spread out successively. The noisy crowd suddenly kept silent, without noise and laughter, and only the sound and music floating over the Chuanjiang River for thousands of years echoed faintly in their ears, it seems that people are placed on the bank of the steep Bashu River, with sonorous words and dreams. The compere, a pair of handsome men and girls, obviously didn’t expect these rough voices to be like this. Maybe they were just used to leading the audience to shout loudly and create atmosphere, but it was difficult to deal with the rare silence on the field, considering the wording, I saw that their mouths were stirring, and bigger surprises came everywhere. The Sichuan river trumpets were lingering around and walking away euphemistically. After a short silence, the audience’s applause thundered. The immortal old Chens still have such a great charisma to this day. The listeners are moved, the viewers keep silent, meet by chance, after reading, they can’t help flying across the river and thinking a lot. It was just a happy playground, because the whole atmosphere of this group of Chuanjiang songs seemed to be dignified. I quietly watched these people who had just finished singing falling into the water one by one, none of the whole team could pass the whole pass, but what they left me was not smiling, but yearning for these honest Chuanjiang chants, whining and drinking like on the shore where the water was gasp, the bow of the boat, let go of the throat, enjoy the high low open, Ah call yo 2. In the past few years, Chengdu enjoyed the national flavor of abundance, and at the same time, it also read all Sichuan cuisine. In many restaurants known as authentic Sichuan cuisine, Chuanjiang cuisine was slightly different, and it was said that it integrated the ancient and modern characteristics of Sichuan cuisine, FA gu Yanxin not only inherits the tradition of Sichuan cuisine, but also has the elaborate production of new Sichuan cuisine. Last year, I went to Longquan to see peach blossom, and my friends hosted a reception. There was also a Sichuan-Jiangzi, which was known to be a chain. This store in Longquan is very distinctive. It happens to be a triangular intersection, and a conical building is built at the same time. From a distance, it looks like a building like a bow, holding its head high and moving forward through the waves. Several big words with great momentum: Chuanjiang trumpet, red font, flowing clouds and flowing water, as if stepping on the waves. If eating has been counted as a culture, people who love food now have too many choices. They just fill their stomachs. It seems that there is no realm. Sitting in the shop of Chuanjiang restaurant, tasting delicious food, it is rare to feel the long-standing Chuanjiang culture with some cultural meanings. Eating Sichuan cuisine, drinking Sichuan wine and smoking Sichuan cigarettes, a group of Sichuan friends with smiling faces, and I, who was famous from other places, seemed to hear the Sichuan river horn coming from far away in a little tipsy, melodious, full of flavor. That night, several people were a little drunk. A little brother from Chongqing hit the beat of Chuanjiang horn and shouted fiercely. On Longquan Street, it attracted people to look back. We looked at each other and smiled. 3. This year, my friend went to Wulong and said that what he was doing there was very decent now. He was impressed by Wulong. He searched for the descendants of Chuanjiang Horn in those years and planned a real Chuanjiang sailing scene. My friend was a salesman, benefiting from his career, he came and went freely all over the country. Every time he heard these things, he felt extremely jealous. This time I heard the Chuanjiang horn again, and I couldn’t help wondering. Many years ago, there were no motor boats at that time. The Cypress boats left the river, with narrow waterways and urgent water flow. When there were dangerous beaches, they all went along the river by manpower. What kind of scene was that! Thus, the most complicated and changeable Labor horn of Chuanjiang River in China was born. When the horn rang, the sound shook along the coast, while the trackers buried their heads in drinking and strived forward, all of which gave us countless reveries, that song, of course, is the symphony of power and folk music, led by clear and bright high pitch, followed by a group of solemn and stirring echo, between the mountains and the water, and under the sky, that should be a huge magnificent picture. I couldn’t help being obsessed with it. Wu Long is not far away, my friend said with a smile, since I like it, just go and have a look. Before leaving, my friend patted the round belly, and I will be your guide when I have time. It suddenly occurred to me that Yin Xiangjie’s love of the trickster was also related to Chuanjiang opera? It must be, but the artistic works seem too romantic, which is different from what I understand. On the shore, under the scorching sun, in the cold wind, the real Chuanjiang trumpet, the real trickster, they are a group of working people at the bottom, who pull the fiber to survive and support their families. And it was just them who kowtowed step by step in the past when goods came out of Sichuan and trade, and they wrote the most primitive movement of life hard and pulled the ship ahead of the times! I decided to have a look, not to visit, but to worship, experience and feel the sufferings of my predecessors. Of course, I also wanted to listen to the great folk music of Chuanjiang, which made my soul dream. That’s the decision. Maybe it is the golden autumn and October. 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…

The smile to you is to have

Another morning, I came from the fresh field, picked up a drop of glittering Dew, gathered a touch of gentle morning glow, and placed it in a poetic small room. Until dusk, I counted crystal clear, thinking about the gentleness. Can that figure be you, sitting quietly in the twilight glaze; Can that smile be you, beautiful Spring Branch; Can that swallow be you, waiting for a season, and whether that wave light is you, can it be the fairy tale in the dream to add a little gentle? Can this be the pursuit in the wind? When petals fall down season by season, I will pick up the memory with golden light. Walking in the dusk, I can’t see the stunning scenery at dusk, but I can imagine its exquisiteness, it depicts in my heart: I didn’t hear the final song at dusk, but I can feel its bit by bit, and it sings in my life. In fact, beauty is neither words nor sound pictures, but a kind of connotation brought to you and me, a kind of warm friendship flowing slowly! Some thoughts that are gradually getting farther and farther lie quietly in the infatuated dreams. Loneliness makes the soul carved into wounds. Under the Sun, with the vicissitudes of palm lines, string up seasonal bells, and look for poetic paradise on the road of reincarnation. If you are injured today, can you forget it? If you are tired today, can you let your heart fly? Tonight, the flute is melodious in the moonlight. Please listen, the night wind is swaying, and the insects sing lightly. Tonight, my thoughts are flying under the starry sky. Please feel the moonlight like water and long reverie. Tonight, the wind will accompany you to stare at you, let you pour out your heart, wait for the moon to fall, and the Heart light will be bright. Tonight, Butterfly Dream will accompany you to sing happily, let you stay together for thousands of years, feel the deep love and sincerity, forever! Because of you, I like wandering in the wind, dreaming and listening to a voice with a smile. Because of you, I like to be drunk in spring, thinking freely and letting out a feeling quietly. The reason why the world is beautiful is that you sow the yearning of beauty and expectation in every season. The reason why the world is happy is that you send clear hope in the floating clouds. How much I think, in the innocent heart, carve the Lotus’s heart; How much I think, sow pure seeds in the clear Lotus Pond; How much I think, walk out of the crowd and stay away from the noise, looking at the sea together and feeling the smell of the rolling spray; Thinking so much, moistening the dust in the world, writing down peace and leaving a pure and beautiful smile. Who can use cloud as a word? Who can take the moon as a poem? Who can sing with the rain? Who can seem to live in the world of fairy tales, with a touch of tenderness and love forever, with feelings to form words, with heart to build text? Only you can see through this lonely world with the eyes of poetry, dyed a light purple and blue of love. Only you can interpret the breeze and the moon of the soul in a plain and gentle way, and the lingering feeling of getting drunk. Only you can pour out the red fragrance in your heart with the wind of Tang Dynasty and Song Yu, and dye the wild smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Only you can cast the past years into classics with romantic feelings and find a soul Garden of Dreams. In the pure world, I simply outline the lines of life with a brush; In the eternal poem, I gently describe the persistent feelings with my heart. The sun shines on your face, can you feel that the days are still sunny. Who says the Internet Sea is ruthless, who says the Internet is virtual, there is real truth in the network, as long as you pay sincerity, you will also get sincerity at hand is the end of the world, the end of the world is at hand, whether it is the distance from the end of the world or the distance at hand, the key is how far that person is in your heart. The falling petals, the strings of wisteria; The green fireflies, the faint window lattice; All are to foil your figure in the sun; You in the sun, open your arms, eager for sunshine bath, eager for the fortress Great Wall built in the veins; Eager for the flying of life, eager for the embrace of friendship, eager for sincere favor; The reason why the world is no longer cold is because of the warmth of friendship, the firmness of smile and sincerity of holding hands. After going through the vicissitudes, I broke the cocoon and became a butterfly. Even if I couldn’t fly over the sea, I was still on the other side. I stayed quietly beside the cliff and engraved two words with wisdom: immortality! You said you would be friends from generation to generation. My smile to you is to have. 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…