Life, a song

People are busy and busy in their whole life. How many ordinary things are there in their youth, in exchange for the sigh of their twilight years. Look at the dust and smoke blowing by the wind, and see how many people are still shining in this month. Who is at the forefront of the wind and waves and has a dream for thousands of years. In this life, I only sing one song. In this song, some sang loudly, some soft, some heroic and some sad. This song is a masterpiece that everyone can not repeat: no matter it is noble like white clouds, or it is as low as dust; No matter it is more beautiful than fairy, or ugly like cuttlefish; No matter it is rich or poor; no matter good or evil, there was only one chance to sing. The Old Man of time never stopped his hurried steps and waited for anyone! In fact, this song is very easy to sing. There is no tune. It is hard to sing this song just by believing in your own will. When you are happy, you will have a high pitch, when you are sad, you will whisper, and when you are on the drum and gong, there is no limit to it. You can’t regret it or shoot it more. It seems to be unorganized, but it is full of everything! We are just singers one by one in the vast sea of people. Standing on our own stage, everything under the stage seems to be real and unreal. We can only sing to ourselves, because others can’t hear them, and they are all singers, each stage has its own stage. We have been imagining that our songs should be as gentle as warlords. However, the songs we sing are often hoarse as wind, the most beautiful picture, always warm as before in memory. I don’t know when we started to get tired of singing, instead, we choked sadly again and again. The singing voice was bloodshot little by little until I even forgot that I used to be a passionate singer. This song, we finally sang to the extreme, and finally ended up! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

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…