On the way (selected writers)

A vast world is arrogant. The steep rocks are reserved. When I stood at the foot of the mountain and raised my head, I suddenly felt a tragic shock. The barren mountains are solemn and bleak. The ingenious workmanship of nature made the mountain and the water into a royal house across the river, and it was lonely all the way. It is the scenery that I am longing for to share green mountains and green waters. Living in the city, everything is blocked by the cement wall coldly, and there is little natural feeling. A tree, a grass and a piece of green are all poured with wisps of natural love. The mountain is still that mountain, and the water is still that water, but I always feel less and feel close. Wandering in the hazy world, the folk houses on the hillside are like a bright pearl inlay, which decorate the quiet mountain to be extremely enchanting. Work mountaineers here life work and rest, who put the fireworks brought to this desolate mountain. No one knows, and maybe they don’t want to know. But there is such a group of people who live here very comfortably and leisurely. Few people in the outside world know this paradise. The combination of mountains, forests, families and cooking smoke forms a unique scenery. I like to stroll along the path in the forest, with the fragrance of flowers invading and wandering, the bees and butterflies fluttering, and the ethereal mountain breeze blowing through the trace of coolness. I like to smell the smell of flowers and plants, and wash my mind inadvertently. Holding a bow of mountain spring, the sweet taste stretches. Hearing the sound of birds, you can see through the clouds. A few wisps of mountain flowers are swaying in the wind, which makes you slightly graceful. One person, one flower, one world. The mountains and rivers reflect on the blue sky, birds and flowers are fragrant and misty. The long call, the days ahead have a long way to go. I always want to leave some thoughts, but it feels like a flash in the pan, with a kind of sadness and sadness of frustration. Embrace each other in the blooming season of spring flowers, and say goodbye to the days when autumn leaves drift. Life is a little clear, cherish what you have today. The second stranger is flourishing, a little tangled. It is really difficult to achieve the same goal because of the same aspiration. I am used to the unrestrained idleness and don’t like to be bound by too much restraint, so I always get hurt inexplicably. Following the rules of the game is bound to be bound, but there are rules to follow when playing, which is very contradictory. Registering a blog in Sohu was originally intended to amuse time and record the ups and downs of mood, but always facing the reality. So I broke into a strange territory in an accidental time. I have been rejected for many times because of my strangeness. So there was a kind of lost desolation, solemn and stirring free and easy, no longer playing. Leisurely reading, leisurely tasting tea. Sometimes I write my mood to myself, which is actually very pleasant. Many things are extremely counterproductive, and no one is an exception. Playing is a kind of catharsis of the soul, but also a kind of temper of the mind. The habit is always hard to change, so the thought of restoration suddenly appears, returning to nature. Hidden between mountains and rivers, passing the dust far away from the noise, but it is really hard to avoid customs. A wisp of sunset remains under the twilight. It indicates the brilliance of life. There is no way to escape from the continuous road, and the right and wrong of life is changed. It is true that there is a sense of desolation, but there is no fear. Vaguely in the market, you have to see through. Learn to reflect, make public, and be patient! The sharp contrast is a kind of continuous publicity and domineering, but also a kind of intriguing free and easy. Mountains and Seas embrace each other, and Heaven and Earth are connected. Perfect scenery transplant. The extended road leads to the stranger Ze country, which is very far away and very confused. Still Life wants to know the world, bleak and leisurely. Leave a little sigh of emotion in the mess. Right is a kind of pouring out! The third is indifferent and carefree. The dim back vanishes, and the heart is confused from now on. The days going forward were bleak, and suddenly I woke up, with the feeling of looking forward to dawn in the dark night, I dared to take a nap. Therefore, there was the so-called cool back of memory inscription and confused frustration, which combined into a kind of mental growth. Lost the impulse of the past, nostalgia in trifles. The distant wild goose has a kind of desolation, but it is still a difficult journey to survive. The silent ethereal wandered in my heart and wanted to make it public once, but the time wasted could not tolerate any falsity. I don’t like the love between the flowers and the moon. I prefer the sunny days, which are casual and plain, with few but tedious worldly wisdom. They are often intolerant by modest gentlemen because they are not confined to etiquette and customs. Once the sea was difficult to be water, no one could see the residual flowers, which hurt me secretly. There was a desire to be alone in ignorance, so I got used to closing myself into a narrow space, reading, relaxing, going on an outing …. I was happy with myself. Suddenly one day I found myself really lonely, and many of my friends hadn’t contacted me for a long time. So I opened the dusty memory to search for my former friends. Seeing the long-lost phone, I suddenly had an inexplicable impulse. The number you dialed is not in the service area. A kind of loss filled my heart instantly. The everlasting thought was sent off by this tender voice. Looking up at the sky alone, a group of wild geese flew by, thinking of him who once promised. The past days were sent away ruthlessly by the years. I felt a little relieved, and sighed with a long sigh that I still had to live. I am used to the graceful music, and I like the music of the moonlight night. So I recorded some moods in the hazy world. 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…

There is a gray Sparrow at the door

It was a sunny afternoon in spring, and the large courtyard was extremely quiet. Maybe it’s because adults go to work and children go to school, but because of physical reasons, I still sleep comfortably in bed. When I opened a pair of sleepy eyes from this rare quiet time, I was shocked immediately! Because through the open door, I saw a sparrow which was gray and not flowing in autumn, jumping and foraging freely under the tall oak tree silently. I came to the spirit immediately, or it seemed that I was injected with a stimulant by the nurse. I simply sat up from the bed, concentrating on the actions of this long-lost uninvited guest. I tried my best not to make any noise. I was afraid that the gray sparrow staying at the door of the room would be disturbed and fly away with its wings flapping out in panic. In that way, some rare surprise or intoxicating experience in this afternoon of warm spring may be discounted because of the sudden departure of gray sparrows. Don’t underestimate this single gray sparrow. It seems timid and extremely brave. Because of the courage and courage of the common people in the birds, they appeared at our doorstep unnoticed. I mean, in this small Jiangnan city filled with reinforced concrete, it seems that I haven’t seen sparrows for some years. Is it two or three years? God knows! Especially watching the jumping, foraging and expression of a sparrow at such a close distance is a unique thing. Now, with great enthusiasm, interest and patience, I carefully watch every tiny movement of this Sparrow who looks like a VIP at the door of the room. I want to say that I haven’t seen my friend for a long time. I want to say I’m really sorry, but I finally said nothing. At this moment, the sunshine outside the window was very good. That tall oak tree cast a shade, while that lovely Lonely Sparrow jumped or foraged in this comfortable shade. Say? The sparrow that came into my eyes looked so lonely, haggard and thin. It seemed to be more gray than the country sparrow in my memory. I think this may be the cause of environmental pollution. Almost all sparrows in the city are gray-headed and gray-faced, and even face the possibility of no trace. Thinking like this, I felt more sympathetic to this poor Sparrow. I suddenly realized that when I woke up from my sleep till now, I haven’t heard its crisp sound yet! Are the sparrows in the city no longer able to sing? Although sparrows are far less than larks among birds and are not excellent singers, how can a happy Sparrow not sing? It is so lonely and lonely. Maybe this gray sparrow jumping or foraging alone didn’t know there was someone in the room peeping at it attentively. If it knew, it might fly away as fast as running for its life. Besides, this man had hurt so many of his companions when he was young? I AM said that in the ancient and plain countryside, I had climbed up the wall for many times to touch birds and eggs, and even buried iron clips on the ground to kill the restless sparrows. But the sparrows in the countryside are ALWAYS GENEROUS. It seems that they do not bear grudges and still live under the eaves of the peasant family or have children. They are originally permanent residents in the village. Now, I am staring at this gray sparrow lying at the door of the house. My mood is very complicated, and at the same time, because of its trust, I am filled with infinite gratitude. Because anyway, this lonely Sparrow reminds me of the long and happy country life, let me live in the city for a long time feel the wonderful and luxurious experience given to my soul by the visit of birds. The gray sparrow seemed to be full, and it finally stopped its tiny steps, he shrank his head as if he was sleeping soundly under the shade of the tree. What a lovely and pitiful gray sparrow this is. I don’t want to ask his companions, just like the huge Sparrow cluster falling from the sky like raindrops in the countryside in my memory has long been lost, I just want to say thank you, my friend, for letting me have peace and feeling close to some kind of divinity in this lazy afternoon in spring. The messy footsteps finally rang out in the courtyard, and all the tranquility and calmness were broken. The sleepy sparrow flew away with a scream. The first time I heard its cry, it turned out to be hurried, panic and uneasy. Facing the direction that it flew in a hurry, I felt moved, guilty and melancholy for a long time. I think I will scatter some rice at the door of the room tomorrow. I hope this lovely gray sparrow will visit again. I can stay for a while at my door, in my heart which is drying up day by day, it can sprinkle a string of transparent happy songs like rain. In this way, my boring guilty desire to atone for sin may be much more peaceful and happy. 1500 words 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…