Night and Ashes

The moon hasn’t risen yet, and the city lights squeeze the darkness to a place without light, which must be black in the dark. More figures travel between light and dark, so do I. I often stop to look at something. Then, I walked casually and thought about something. The dark blue night sky is like a curtain without light, covering the endless cold High, where there is a river composed of countless stars. On the night of early October and winter, this river passes through the coldness of Wu Lan and the loneliness of Wu Lan from west to east in irregular directions. My sight is surpassing a trivial and tiny me. I feel my body is weathered like a wall brick, and my sight is like a broken kite, chasing the river with no starting point or ending point, wandering in an unknown direction. I know that the flying of sight is not equal to the flying of the body on which the mind depends. On the night of early winter, my existence doesn’t matter as much as I don’t need to exist. I stood by the road, and cars roared one after another. I was like a concrete pole in the night or a dusty tree, while more people are riding bicycles with their feet fiercely, looking for the preface road from the supportive traffic flow, the harsh friction caused by the emergency brake, and the cycling people are like running deer, the danger of the moment has been left behind the back. I am thinking about my existence. On the night of early winter, how many times have I gained from running and chasing a man who has lived in the world for more than 40 years? My memory checked the bill for me and found nothing. In the daytime, I stared at the Wilderness in early winter. It was yellow, lonely and empty. The leaves of shrubs were falling at an accelerated speed, and there was no fruit I had seen on the bare branches. If I want to tell frankly that I have gained something during the Spring and Autumn period of more than 40 years, I still have to answer like this. I am running a 40-year-old Zero. The operation mentioned here is also not the operation that merchants simply aim at obtaining. I understand that this zero is in opposition with me more often. In the physical moment, I painted it with colorful patterns symbolizing fame and wealth and money. Then, I went to sleep with yawns, when I woke up, the Zero had risen to the metaphysical height. I saw everything I drew turned into dark clouds and smoke at that height, and then fell into silence. The wind blowing for me this night was cold and sharp. My head shrank in my collar, just like a tree retreating its branches stretching too far. At this moment, the moon illuminating others has no intention to shine on my hair and body. The moon is like a silvery cat, whose light is so quiet and serene. From all nights to this night, and later nights, it will always be the pet in the eyes of the rich, guarding the dream for him or her and decorating the dream. While the poor had something to do under the moonlight. The lights on the construction site were dim. On the tripod, I heard the sound of teeth trembling from the wind. A walking tractor carrying vegetables, the moonlight lit up the green leaves, the driver’s head was rubber tires, and the black face flashed past me. The moon is obviously not my pet either. My dream is simple and does not need the retouching of light. My dream is as simple as grass in the cotton quilt. It is enough to have a light green grass on the black and desolate background. Old Cotton is the most beautiful flower in the wilderness of my dream. This is the cotton planted by my grandfather. It warms my heart and soul on this winter night, making me remember the essence of being a human being, don’t be overjoyed at any time. I will have a short conversation with my old grandfather who has passed away for many years at this winter night or at this ugly time. It was the night of lunar October 15. Some people burned yellow paper and set off firecrackers in front of their own doors, and ashes flew in the cold wind. I didn’t know whether people were missing or praying for something. What can this way bring to the alive or the dead? I stepped on the Moonlight on the Ashes and walked towards my apartment building silently. 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. 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Tell you the tiny things

Today, when I went to the park for exercise, there was a cat coming here. It was dirty and I didn’t want to touch it, but the person who practiced in the morning grabbed it in the palm of his hand and stroked it, it meowed. She wanted to take it in and take it home to keep it. When she grew up, she could catch mice. But it broke away from human hands and continued its wandering life. I was really worried about how its weak body could withstand the sweeping of the autumn wind. But it is used to freedom and can’t stand constraints. Yesterday, a large piece of wasteland in the park was paved with lawns. I saw them stagger like a drunken man. I didn’t think they would take root and sprout in this field, but a few days later, they really form a piece of emerald green, just like a big carpet. It makes me suspect that it is not early autumn but early spring. I really want to dance barefoot on it. But when I saw a man trampling on it with a dog, I felt a little distressed. I really wanted to shout loudly: come down, grass is afraid of pain. But after a while, maybe the dog was tired of this pure land and left here to look for food elsewhere. Today, when I went to morning exercise, an old lady in her 60 s taught the new dance “the magical Jiuzhaigou Valley”. Her dexterous body won’t lose to the old man when she turns, jumps and jumps. Looking at her back, you will think she is a middle-aged woman. She focused on teaching on the stage, and we studied hard under the stage. An aunt couldn’t jump, so she stamped her feet directly beside her. She looked anxious. She whispered slowly and decomposed her movements, don’t worry, take your time. If you can’t do it again, you can do it again. A prelude to seven or eight movements will be repeated for more than a dozen times, and then jump with the music, the childlike smile that had been lost for a long time returned to the faces of these people of different ages. It attracted passers-by to break in and jump. The teacher taught us to blend our feelings when dancing. When we looked up, we could see the white clouds in autumn, which were as gentle as a floc, and went away leisurely; The withered leaves of the phoenix tree were flickering down in the autumn wind. Under the tree, some people shouted and practiced tai chi in their mouths. Some people jumped to the badminton in the air. A beam of sunshine shone on these people through the tree, letting them melt into the natural scenery. People stand far away and look at it, rendering a kind of faint artistic conception, which is light and exudes deep poetry at the same time. Therefore, such a picture makes people forget to leave. The teacher taught me sincerely. My sincerity is weaker than hers. Years will grow old, The environment will change, and the dancing place by the lake and those people who light up each other’s warmth in their lives will be me and the most beautiful one that readers will never die in their memory. Youth is far away, noise is inevitable, and there is no place to escape troubles. But with the meeting and spiritual communication with those beautiful scenery and great men in music, the lonely soul will no longer be lonely, the lonely time is no longer lonely. Even if loneliness and loneliness are sometimes indispensable elements in life, they will also emit a faint fragrance because they are watching the blue of the same sky with the noble souls of those dancers. As long as a person has a heart of true affection and kindness, he can grasp the beautiful notes and fly. In order to capture the beauty of life and record the real life with words. The osmanthus flowers in the park opened and opened in the bushes. The wind blew across the cheek and suddenly felt suffocating. The sweet osmanthus fragrance makes people chase the wind all the way, and then take a few deep bites. It is not enough, just stick the whole person on the fine branches of flowers, not moving, and let the fragrance surround beautifully. The beautiful state of mind and emotion, only in the autumn full of sweet osmanthus is the most sincere in a year. Under the sweet osmanthus trees, many people have gathered for morning exercises. Everyone is taking the refreshing sweet osmanthus fragrance happily while doing morning exercises. Feeling the wonderful fragrance of osmanthus in this cool autumn day is really pleasant. At this time, I was haunted by the strong fragrance of osmanthus, with a kind of unspeakable coolness and refreshing feeling all over my body. At this moment, my mood also became relaxed and natural to smell the fragrance, the heart is combed soft and soft, and the thoughts are also disturbed dimly and tangled. I have been confused in my past life, and I have also had an unsolved knot in my heart, There are resentment entangled in love and hate, pain caused by frustration in life, pressure from work, warmth and coldness of human feelings. At this moment, because of the collision between heart and flower, the communication between heart and fragrance, my heart is slowly melting, and the elegant fragrance of osmanthus makes my heart filled with peace and happiness gradually. All the past laughter, bitterness, hardship, love and hate, at this moment, a kind of suddenly enlightened state of mind drifted away with the fragrance. My heart was as warm as the fragrance of flowers spreading all over the floor. Dance under the osmanthus trees a song “eight-month osmanthus flowers bloom everywhere”: eight-month osmanthus flowers bloom everywhere, bright red flag trees are accompanied by melodious songs, and we are dancing together with cheerful music rhythm, let you know all these things. Even if it is very small, even if it is not worth mentioning in others’ eyes. These tiny things are actually very important. It will quietly tell you how to live better in hard times. In autumn, the osmanthus trees still bloom with small yellow flowers. It brightens my eyes, warms my heart of loving flowers and gives me unexpected surprises. Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) 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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Does it snow there

Every morning, the naughty Beibei wakes me up by grasping my pillow with its small claws and the bell on its neck. Pushing the window to catch my eyes, wow!!! It snowed heavily! The vast expanse of white seems to be beautiful, for fear that the Earth will show its color and have a close contact with the Earth. The thick snow wraps the Earth tightly, and the snow pushes the branches very low, like a child who made mistakes, he drooped his head and remained motionless. There was no pedestrian on the road, only birds jumping and playing on the branches without any chill. Sing on the snow branches like musical notes, fly back and forth, and sing clear songs from time to time. The songs penetrate people’s hearts, intoxicating people and subduing their hearts. Seeing the white fairy tale world, my heart has been flying. At this time, my heart can’t stand the temptation and attraction of snow, and I want to enter this fairy tale world of beautiful snow eagerly. Appreciate its elegant demeanour. Feeling its warmth in its arms, he hurriedly took off his pajamas, changed into clothes, took Beibei, pulled up his bag and went out quickly. Beibei and I are running, playing and sucking the different air in this fairy tale world of snow. It feels good to throw ourselves into the embrace of snow!!!! Is it snowing there? 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…