Dumb Night Song

The flying feather of the moon, one flap, one flap falling in front of the window. The thoughts in the heart and the hopes in the eyes cannot be translated into the golden words of the world. Keep this night until the concentration of the night is no longer deepened, until the moon is like epiphyllum withered, until the person who thinks by the case can’t feel himself. Dark Night, dark night, when the Moonlight is submerged by dark, and the Starlight is blinded by heavy fog, those duckweed lying on the ripples, how to endure the cold of deep cold into marrow? The lamenting insects are gone. What can awaken the warmth in memory. Branches and leaves, trembling slightly, forgot the moon’s exhortation. The memory mounted on the cover of the moon has peeled off, so that all eyes cannot see all the expressions of the clear night. Where did the sound of heartbreaking linger on the thread of fate. But hiding in the negative flower bud, it can not get enough nutrition and moisture, blooming warm colors. At this moment, what flows in the river is the liquid which is thick and black, while the shadow of the river on the bank has been eroded by wind and become lingering. In the faint, the ballad which was loyal to love was silent, only the stone of betrayal was thrown into the dry well, the empty echo, and the breath of occasional existence of the exhausted body. The shabby room, full of cold, almost wanted to make the words just implanted in the paper form a knot of ice. Incomplete meaning, incomplete handwriting in ancient books, no matching words can be found as companions. The disaster of that night became a disease of heart, and the declining leaves could also hurt loneliness. So how can one balance the turbulence of the boat of life and make those newly scarred wounds, avoid cold chapped. How can we avoid all the audiovisual crying at night and go to the happy notes. A little bit of light finally vanished without the weight of the night. If so, the trembling body seems to completely lose the magnetic magnet. So we can’t judge whether there is Dawn or whether there is Dawn. Lonely listening to the groaning of the brushed leaves on the wet ground. Yanzhi’s songs can’t lift the curtain and curtain, watch the plain piano, and listen to the piano to stir the pain of the night. In short, night temperature in continued to fall, that night wrapped light, has congealed into seed Jingjing, cold astringent of wind with winter of memory, 1.1 point phagocytic its intrinsic heat. Ah, the cooling sound was caught by the wind net, just like the sadness of cicada in late autumn, and the sensitivity of beating heart constantly. Also see the whole split, filled by the dark night. The roots buried in the deep mud have been damaged by the low temperature in the mud and cannot stretch out. They come to see the best scenery in a year. In the deep of the night, the black paint was so dignified and covered with sleepless people, while the hardship dormant in the deep of thought was like a vast water, which caused waves, what is above the waves? It is the sail of loneliness, which is tumbling, even more like the suspense of heart-wrenching and lung-wrenching. The story of today, which keeps moving away, is broken. I am afraid that the scars that cannot be healed cannot be heard of the thunder of the clouds. Is there still reserved light and heat, penetrating the barrier of the night, repeating the plot of the story? However, the stiff branches can also send out tender joy, and the wind can also lift a warm rustling tree. The rickets body is using his rickets to pick up the omissions in his life. Curly colors and thicker shadows seem to shorten life with the meaning of a full stop. The steady steps, the inharmonious steps, the distorted format, writing the dark and invisible messages of the night, which cannot be copied, have been blurred by the ears. Many familiar people are unfamiliar because of the cover of the dark curtain at night. A person’s bad luck has infected all related people. With the wailing of the provincial symbol, the bird’s feathers were soaked through. Yesterday, the red leaves blown down by the West Wind were still swirling back in the sad sigh. Miss is sent far away by Xiao Guan, how can the dry Willow retain the trace of hurry. The mess leaves the elements of the night. Who recognizes the faint green living in the branches and inherits the temperament of the sun! When the black silence and human shape and human feeling form a huge whole, then the pain and itch will be lost, and the thoughts will also be put in prison; So the glance at the young time will also collapse, waiting will also become sculpture. A person, a lonely person, her blood is frozen, wrapped in the deep thoughts, love. Fossils become beautiful plots in the world. I don’t know whether the night is developing towards deeper concentration, or has it reached the end?! All the sounds and expressions were tightly wrapped by the night, and I was also locked by the cold and black of the night. I couldn’t move or make a sound. 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. 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The future of the motherland

For a long time, I can’t imagine where the future of my motherland lies. After thinking about it, I thought it was still in the political book. The future of the motherland should be something I was proud of, but what I could see was all the desolation of lights and shadows. If there are more corrupt officials, the money in the hands of the common people will be less. Deputizing for the 0.1 billion, hand only yi bai, build a house? OK, when the earthquake kills the children in a building, just say 20! Power wills money to greet people, so people’s heads are sharp. This is the problem. The problem may be more than that. Corrupt officials, don’t forget your children abroad. China collapsed, they are all subjugated dogs!. Just. For a long time, I can’t imagine how many officials still have common people. Everyone just went to power, leaving a heart. Everyone sharpened their heads and left the residue on the soles of their feet. For the people, for the people, may have become to feed the people. Those lies of the Heaven fed the people, and put more news broadcasts to immerse the people in the beautiful dream of the sky, so as not to stand up and rebel, that’s all. Their ideas are very simple. It is also rare to have such exquisite ideas. Ability is not equal to power. Some competent officials can’t get up, but they can only struggle hard at the bottom. All the reforms are carried out so hard. But the above still put on a cover from time to time, saying that the reform is in progress! Some ghosts with some humanity are not like this. School education is also in the process of reform. It has been many years. I don’t know how many hundred million financial subsidies have been paid. They felt embarrassed to take it, so they just wriggled twice, which could be counted as a gift to the students. However, I still haven’t seen any light. Students will only pay more and more attention to their achievements than their lives! All the knowledge is only for examination, without application or change. The subtle influence of culture is also invalid, or how can we say that it will change with the changes of the times? They may still boast, look, this is also practice! I ‘d better go back to my political book. The officials there still put people’s interests first and insisted on the mass line. There, people’s interests can be expressed and maintained. But suddenly there was fear again. After graduating from high school, where should I go? At that time, I would not recite any more. At that time, what support should I take for my dream of heaven? Alas, I didn’t get into the habit of watching CCTV News. Maybe the school should take the content of CCTV News, then the patriotic enthusiasm of the people can be continued. Where is the future of our motherland? Haven’t dare to think. Oh, it’s still in the political book. In reality, there are only some bleak lights Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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…

liu yue

June, like fire and wine, is coming, and I don’t want to leave when I come. If you want to live for a long time, you can visit all the cities, villages, mountains and forests. Leave the anxiety of love and turn it into a lipstick dyed with gold! Printed on the thirsty and anxious skin of the Earth! The love that is hard to dissolve, I don’t even know if it is hot. Standing on the edge of the city, looking at the misty countryside across the clouds, the unprovoked sorrow penetrated through the gorgeous light and shadow. The mottled green shade dripped on the handrail of the park, and the cool cellphone ringtone broke in the hot mid-air, holding an empty shell for a long time and couldn’t be recovered! An ice drink filled with green tea moistens the occurrence of a homesickness story. The light wave was still warm, and the corner edges of the square building and the stripes of the billboard were baked like dried skewers of grilled fish. The streets and alleys of the city lost their moisture, and a drop of sweat could not penetrate. The arrogant wheels on the asphalt road are like hot songs, running on the throat of the car, smoking, and can’t stand crazy nerves, dense cobweb-like roads scattered in all directions and radial wireless communication in the sky. A huge balloon flew over the sky, and the sound of the sudden engine showed its ability to stand high and endure cool, the huge advertisement banner hung by the balloon is printed with the color printing marks of the grand opening of XXX building. The blue sky was about to stop the beating of the heart, and the dazzling heat wave shot out from a round of burning light that could not bear to look directly at the sky at noon. The lovely skin of the city was destroyed! At the other end of Yunxi, the hometown evaporates the residual temperature of the river. The tiles only resist the arrows in the Sunny Sun one by one, leaving all the coolness under the tiles and many upcoming love. The tenderness of the seedlings is not as delicate as that of the burning flame, and they lower their bodies to heal the pain in their bodies secretly. June without rainstorm is not June, and vegetation without rainstorm is thirsty or thirsty. Green, half-dead tortured by passion, a little plump complexion is consumed, and energy can only be stored in the root and stored in the low mud, at the moment when dew and jade liquid come in the midnight. The posture of Shan Ye is the posture of chasing the light and heartbeat, which is continuous one after another, starting from one end of the light and ending at the other end of the light. The soothing melody accompanies the sincerity of the light, and fully releases the brilliance of the flourishing time. The green grass burns into a smile, the flowers raise flames, and the wings of birds affect the wind. Jump thousands of miles, Gallop thousands of horses, the sea is surging on the Earth, the sea is burning, and the flame is raging in the light and noise——. Walking into the forest, there are forests not everywhere on the earth. Forests can only be found in places where forests do not die. Even in the time when the cool sun is lascivious and powerful, when the cities and villages are unable to resist the strategy of glistening light. The existence of forest is a little preservation of nature’s innocence and a home where the cradle of life is not recycled. The forests covered with dense shade, the breast and abdomen as warm as maternity, the coolness as rain and dew at dawn, the shelter of thousands of animals and the moistening roots of endless plants, behind the warmth of nowhere to hide chased by the light, only the forest was the only place where he could escape from confusion. Walking into the forest, birds and flowers are fragrant, the breeze is blowing, and streams converge into a clear and charming love! Into forest, the world has changed, four spring-like, calm water! Pick up the phone and send a letter to friends far away 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. 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…