The memory salvaged by years is torn apart, and the flowers bloom in the spring again, reclaiming, the bitterness of reincarnation,

Time is the core of memory, the fleeting time is the past, the passing scenery, I use tears to collect, not for sadness, just because every past is the only original creation. ——— Inscribing life is like a play, but it cannot be re-directed, and time is like a song, but it cannot be repeated. The scenery passing by is an eternal star, but the most beautiful one is just a moment. The hourglass of time sank, and the moment the meteor passed, the beautiful legend was staged. The brilliance of the stars and the brilliance of the night sky have indulged in the myth of thousands of years. The entanglement of the three generations and the reincarnation of this life passed by. Suddenly, it ran aground for a lifetime and moved for a lifetime. Set your looking back. In this life, you are the track that I cannot paint. The destined wound only flows for you. Reincarnation for thousands of years, seeking to read for a lifetime, melancholy fleeting years, not old lovesickness, your looking back at the bleak night, lingering thoughts like Tide, eating and biting memories presumptuous. Once upon a time, a drop of Amber dropped by the air, falling bit by bit, falling all over the sky. In that life, you smiled like a flower, and you were as gentle as a summer. In that life, you held my hand, kissed my eyes, and promised me three lives to comfort my love. In that life, I will swear a shallow taste, I will hide my sadness, the way of reincarnation, I will count the tears, but I can’t count your original. It turned out that the oath I believed to be true was just your temporary broken words. The past I regarded as a treasure was just a wrong Diding. Never leave this life, never give up the next life. Persistent wounds change the bitterness of reincarnation. Is it fate that directed the life or fate that betrayed the encounter? Or is my previous life practice not enough? The love around the corner is like a thousand red flying and falling, and the beauty is sad. The Meeting between you and me is wrong, and the ending is messed up. Not only deep love, but also shallow fate. The residual red and green, no trace, but the lingering fragrance lasts forever. The obsession of the third generation and the third generation can not be replaced by the holding hand of this life. Turn around and leave. At the crossroads, we go separately. You go, my tears, my hatred. I will never look back or retain. If persistence is a kind of injury, I intend to let go and return your freedom. If reincarnation is a kind of bitterness, I am still willing to have a shallow taste, just looking back at you once. No matter how deep my love was, I still left. I waited for thousands of years and finally made an airdrop. Looking back sadly, the haste you walked all the way, you presented in memory, is still the most beautiful one for me. 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…

All hail

All hail

I like this city, watching the lights of thousands of houses among the buildings, enjoying the lonely appearance of sparse people in the breath of night, the snow on the rocks by the sea in winter, and the relatives I like to think of are all close to me, I like some things stored in my memory here, beautiful, unforgettable, sad, happy and painful. — Wen: it is an ordinary small city with no extreme prosperity, and perhaps there will be less extreme confusion. If I want to find something from such a small city that can move my heart instantly, I think I will be disappointed. What I want to find is just a sense of familiarity. This kind of familiarity will bring me the comfort I need, and this kind of searching will sometimes make me feel a little disappointed. However, I like this kind of feeling, the ubiquitous familiar feeling. But after years, I was relieved and didn’t know whether it was safe or not. I found this song of early spring. He sang a warm smile and liberated himself. The beauty of a moment was so beautiful that I expected that once it came, my depression was uncertain and your shyness was silent, the frantic soberness of youth. Close your eyes, breathe lightly, and meet some old songs. I can’t tell why some music is fixed in my heart, and the picture in front of me is also messy. Some expectations are more like a picture embedded on the wall, which makes people feel weak, maybe more and more true understanding will make people sink. Therefore, I once began to forgive myself for some stubbornness rather than willfulness. Now, I don’t know whether the entanglement once indulged in the old voice is safe or not. The breath was well-proportioned at night, the water in the Cup became cold, and my eyebrows and eyes became tired, accompanying those two silent blue trees peacefully, in the past two days, it has opened several yellow flowers one after another, with the curtain smelling light fragrance, and moved to the computer this morning. Reliving the silence of a person again, this is the dependence that has been lost. The music put away the last note at midnight, and the yellowish moon tilted, shadowy and so cool. Today and tomorrow, my heart is as soft as it has not gone far, and I don’t know whether it is safe or not. 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…