Spring of Lightning

The rain in spring hesitated in the air, leaving the distant sky covered with layers of thick clouds. I went back and forth along that monotonous route: from summer to winter and then to spring, the same leaves hung on the trees on both sides of the road or in the distant mountains; Let alone those broken mountains carrying trees. In such a season, I cherish distant villages: I cherish willows and drizzle for a long time; I cherish the eaves falling into the water and ripples; I cherish the clear sky and white clouds floating after the rain. Only until today can I experience such a scene; Only then can I know that seeing the fine buds penetrating the yellow branches curiously at that time actually moved me today; I didn’t know that seeing the gradually dispersed ripples inexplicably at that time actually brought today’s melancholy; I didn’t know that seeing the sunshine on the road excitedly at that time actually brought today’s expectation. Many years later, I no longer belong to the place I am familiar. Searching or pursuing makes me choose to leave, and then put me in a distant place to recall my country life. No matter the gray scale in the north or the strong intensity in the South, they can’t avoid the monotony of color. In the city lights, I can’t even distinguish the morning or evening. I can only recite the poem of pass again and again: the stream flows quietly,/move forward, retreat, turn,/but always arrive at last. Then, I describe the rural scene in the imaginary space: the sunset glow in midsummer gradually faded its bright red color in the sky. The villagers who returned from the green and yellow rice fields asked each other loudly. The dim light gradually lit up at the door soon, followed by the black smoke from the kitchen, the horizon has also become dark blue although I know that many memories are more like ignorant escapes, I don’t know whether villages or cities can carry more dreams. More often, I just silently recall those tough names in the dark. The suggestions or opinions I heard were still those suggestions or opinions, even though I had gone through many detours. I think the things in front of me are either covered with the color of the past, or with the tone of what will happen, but the reality is blurred in the aftertaste of the past and the expectation of the future. I looked at the walls around the house, which were so white that it was boring. Looking back a little, I found that the Sunshine went through the window and fell quietly on the concrete floor. I looked along the direction of sunlight, and what I saw was the quiet Wall with sharp edges and corners. I realized what moved me. When my heart calmed down, I found that those leaves had become vivid, especially after a late rain, as if the drizzle faded the accumulated pigment, let the green of leaves become transparent and bright; And when I look carefully, not only those leaves, but also the sections of those broken mountains become vivid, layers of mottled imprints are also coherent after the rain, just like surging waves blowing; And there seems to be no need for those grass or stones scattered around to imagine those gorgeous colors too much, too much flowery is another kind of monotony; But there are many flowery in simple monotony. I think of the life in the dim light written by pass: in the dark night of the forest, the flying birds are lightning; In the dark night of the sea, the shuttling fish are lightning; in the dark night of human body, the white bones are lightning; In the world, you are in darkness, while life itself is lightning. Maybe life is so monotonous, and you are lightning. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

Spring, how are you?

You know, since you told me your name, I have never been stingy. Today, in the Sunny Sun which is close to May, I hold it out gracefully, letting the long-lost coolness warm my heart. I am reluctant to use this word. In fact, it is not only to stop in your heart, but also to respect you and get used to it. I know that since I finished writing that article for you, I want to completely forget you subconsciously, just like what I used to be, just like two floating clouds in the sky, you go, I go, even if I meet occasionally, I don’t know you. However, the Qingfen and Hui quality in your orchid petals still attracted me so strongly that they didn’t get what they wanted, so they simply depended on my temper. Although you often come to my space without time, I understand. Because your work is very different from that of the public. I understand that you are very busy. Nevertheless, your heart is thinner than anyone else. Even my close friends didn’t say anything subtle. And you said the most painful part of my heart inadvertently. Indeed, in recent days, that person has not been in my space for some time. My heart knows the reason. I know him very well, because I am a predecessor, a teacher and a friend. I am very sorry and disappointed to lose him, but I am not sad at all. Although his literary talent is flying and his prose and novels are impeccable, I also admit that he is a veritable writer, but I really cannot agree with some world views. Until now, I still firmly believe that my stubbornness is correct. Just at the beginning of April, you said you might not be able to surf the internet for some time. I understand that I guess secretly that maybe you are on a business trip or there are other things about work. I didn’t care too much, so the days went quietly like water. Just last week, on a warm afternoon, when I was writing essays while chewing my thoughts on the computer, your avatar finally flashed. I put down everything in my hands, I am happy to ask: spring, I haven’t seen it for a long time, is it OK? Not bad, how about you? You said calmly. Ha ha, as usual, not too bad Spring, where are you? Beijing 301 hospital, my heart beats very fast. Are you in the hospital these days? My heart has already got the answer. Chun, please tell me what happened on Earth? Nothing, it’s still the old problem, nerve is too tired and headache, it’s almost good, don’t worry. My heart is still surging, and the ripples of yearning come one after another in the evening. I am very happy to see you send a diary named touching song, who will accompany you to sing peace. After reading, I felt a little relieved. Your words are still as good as yesterday, and you really love reading them carefully. You mentioned a man in the article, Shi Tiesheng. I know his greatness. He is a famous contemporary Chinese writer, who joined Yan’an in 1969. in 1972, he collapsed due to illness and returned to Beijing. In the later days, he claimed that his occupation was illness, and he was writing in his spare time. At that time, although he was 23 years old, he was in a wheelchair forever, but the terrible illness did not take away his tenacious and optimistic spirit. In 1996 nian with his 20 years ago experience Street plant life for wall, for very concise writing, the shape of 6-bit bottom characters and won first Lu Xun Literature Prize, even the story of the old house, I also understand your intention of writing about him. His full morale and unyielding precious sentiment, which are harder than steel, are really worthy of our imitation and reference. At the same time, I also understand your mood at this moment. Although you are a little pessimistic and helpless, I know clearly that after such a long struggle between soul and body, you will dialectically examine the weakest part of monologue in your heart. During this period, your long-lost black and white hairpins also came to visit you. You are so happy and delighted, just like reappearing the unforgettable and beautiful youth time of that year, but they have really grown up up up till now. Time really does not forgive people! Needless to say, you don’t need to do it yourself. I believe you will defeat the disease in your body. Because spring always stands behind the severe winter, isn’t it? I believe that the anxiety and yearning in my heart move with the wind just like the willow outside the window. What I remember in my heart is still that sentence: spring, how safe are you? 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…

Learning to let go

She is a good friend I have known for many years, and she has been together for many years. Maybe because of the similarity of personality, she always feels like appreciate each other. There are many things, there is no need to hide. As for her feelings, although they hid very well in the eyes of outsiders, these close friends around her were still in their eyes. In fact, there are only a few love stories. The perfect one is that you love him and he also loves you. When you love each other, you never owe anyone. However, the imperfect ones have various situations. Just like the description of happiness, the happiness in the world is the same, but unfortunately they are different. The same is true for the imperfection of love. There are only two reasons. The one you love does not love you, while the one you love is not the one you love. I still don’t understand why there are always so many mistakes, but I have to admit that it seems to be a hidden rule in the emotional world. She said that she was a stubborn girl. She didn’t think that a grudge girl was actually good in dealing with people and affairs. She was also popular, even if she was not a very familiar friend, the gentle character was also nodded by everyone. However, in the emotion we know, she really saw the stubbornness described by herself. Even the boy in those years had already basked in new happiness, she still couldn’t change those habits. A secret QQ number, without any information, is just used to add him as a friend and watch his mood, photos and logs every day. Happy with his happiness, and worried with his sorrow. Totally without the original personality and indifference, without the calm spirit of doing things. Others all feel helpless. What is worth thinking about? Since others have not set you within the scope of their eyes any more, there is nothing to be stubborn. But she said, stubbornness is a kind of disease. She clearly knew it was time to see a doctor and take medicine, but she was obsessed with the state of not being sober enough. It really makes people helpless, but they don’t have the heart to reprimand, but that kind of love pain is obviously breeding. Walking behind her, looking at the grudge girl in the past, she seemed to be silent a lot recently, and suddenly remembered the words of Zhang Xiaoxian: let down dignity, personality and stubbornness, it’s just because I can’t let that person go. It turns out that putting down is not a thing that can be completely decided by reason. In the emotional world, emotional factors are always controlling the rational elements. Maybe you know you shouldn’t do this, but you can’t put it down. That stubbornness, most of the time, is just, I can’t change the corner in my heart. Maybe one day, without so many regretful eyes and dissuading words, at a corner, you can suddenly realize at a certain moment. It turns out that it is just a turn. Putting down is never an easy thing. What’s more, it is to put down a period of inner thoughts and the beauty of the past. Because we can’t let that person go, we can only put down dignity, personality and stubbornness. All of them can be put down, but the only one can’t be put down. In one chat, she said that if one day she suddenly realized, she would run to a wide deserted seaside and shouted to herself: Hey, the naive self, goodbye. In a word, I laughed at several friends who felt sorry for her, and it seemed that I saw that happy girl again. Maybe, there is only such a turning point. After turning, everything will be suddenly changed. Perhaps, everyone needs to experience such a period of ignorance but helplessness. We attribute it to growth. Putting down learning is just like learning and growing up. It is not an overnight thing. What is needed is the wisdom accumulated by time. When one day the sun rises, maybe it is the moment when you stand in front of the window and see everything growing, you will suddenly realize. By then, putting down was no longer such a stubborn thing. 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…

Eat porridge chat of assorted

Begin by saying North porridge conceptual differences. The porridge in the South has soup and rice, the soup is less and the porridge is thick, and the main material is rice. North said porridge, is rice non-soup, similar south of soft rice, main material for Xiaomi. As for most Northerners morning drink porridge, North habits called gruel or porridge, soup more than less, possible sunshine figure. Northerners have gruel, not necessarily poor, just a habit. Later, I lived in Guangdong and thought about it. The reason why northerners drink porridge is similar to Cantonese who drink soup. They should supplement water and relieve summer heat. North Farm eat porridge, General is sooner or later. The farmer cooks a staple food at noon, which is left at noon in the evening and the next morning, which is called hot meal. Unless for a reason, that evening or times early no staple, eat millet gruel against meal just. Millet porridge, almost every morning and evening, with pickles, feels good. For a few days or drink, intestines and stomach would be thinking about it. But if without soup millet gruel when staple continuous eat several Dayton, this a bit difficult, is now, we there in making fun of others frown also often say: don’t put on a Eat porridge head face. Porridge to with pickles, especially millet gruel. There is porridge without pickles, and it is tasteless to eat. For Northerners, pickles and millet gruel collocation, although thousands of habits, Middle although may also cluster had, but now both is seen to be natural for, not only appearance, but God lease, is you can not do without me, I can’t leave you. Pickles, material is mainly white radish. Past, the North winter no vegetables, live mainly by Pickles. Every autumn harvest, every family to pickled several big pot radish, or winter day is not lead. Sometimes urn years unclear end, radish have for years, called Old Pickle. Later days less disappointing, will pickled some cabbage, carrots, beans, cucumber like. There is another kind of pickles, which is to chop cabbage, radish cherry seed, mustard head and so on and pickle them together, which is called Rotten pickles or yellow vegetables. Northeast called sauerkraut, doing big body same. Pickled beginning, two kinds of above all to pressure on a few bluestone. huang cai general is late autumn eat with their past life difficult, radish Yingzi these to use, or throw away will feel pity, while in eat marinated radish before transition a. huang cai with salt less, put not long, long enough, a little sour over. My high school is in from village fifteen of Miles town, round-trip inconvenience, so live on campus. High-Canada tutorial year four years, and evening stamped and millet gruel cornmeal buns with pickles, sometimes buns may too late to do, into millet gruel; Summer no rain, all the boys is dormitory for unit, wai squatting into small circle playground dining, a bucket of a basin, pots buns or steamed bread, bottled millet gruel or stew, sooner or later, pickles and buns together bowl. Left hand buns, right hand hold spoon, a buns, a gruel, a pickles. Eat every day, of course bored, then often playground see throw buns and millet porridge. Are children of farmers, natural knows plate of hard not easy to,-sometimes there is really no way. Of course, there are in millet gruel, thinly disguised, such as some more red bean or mung bean, summer can quhuo. Have a special, is and red kidney beans, boil cooked fire of, color red, inside some sugar (formerly more saccharin), taste is very good, we there called Red gruel. Then there is old section Laba eat Laba porridge, is in millet gruel based on add rice, beans, grains of wheat, red dates and. This how to eat, can be counted as porridge of premium, just Ferial busy, rarely effort so appealing. Later in Guangzhou living, Lingnan zone weather hot flashes, breakfast favorite porridge, that porridge natural is South sense of porridge. Porridge of on the variety: without nothing in call porridge, such as porridge is in casserole now fort, called Open flame porridge; In porridge Riga material spend hours boil, said old fire porridge, plus pig bones, plus salted fish peanut, plus ginkgo Yuba; And a is in off-the-peg porridge temporarily, for feeding of, General also for pot, also useful a large iron spoon or small wok, varieties much: and preserved egg lean meat called pork porridge, and pig liver called liver porridge, what pig red porridge, with sliced fish, beef porridge, shrimp Soup, crab porridge and so on, varieties numerous. Get up early for work, roadside. Will in roadside snack shops, point Bowl old fire porridge, a plate of fried, after eating, God satisfaction foot, foot forceful. As South eat porridge when collocation, my favorite is fried and special soft sausage, two things is porridge supporting role, say may pull far, but still could not help but want to talk about. Fried there are two, a fried rice noodles, a pad. Generally speaking, the rice flour is thin and round, almost the same as the fans in appearance, and it is also dried. Before frying, soak it in water first. There are fried, fried when pot with Riga less water, poor taste. There is a kind of Guilin Rice flour, which is thicker and is made now. It can be fried or soup with a lot of materials. It is well-known and spread from Guilin. I’m using the rice meant the former. Pho is freshly made, Guangdong much morning market are sold, wide. Fried rice noodles general with fine bean sprouts, radish, ham, eggs or vegetables fried. Pho most common beef, fried called Cow River. I have seen a report before that some restaurants in Guangzhou test the chef’s kung fu and usually cook two dishes. One is stir-fried rice noodles in Hong Kong of a film, remember a similar plot. In addition to porridge, fried rice noodles can be served with beer at night snack in summer, which is particularly smooth. Say again special soft sausage. Guangzhou sell breakfast of small shop front multi-have, this way of eating I in other southern provinces haven’t seen an establishment Guangzhou and around Pearl River Delta area unique. A square steamer, materials for aluminum and iron, in several lattice, similar drawer. Scoop the rice paste prepared in advance on the iron sheet similar to the drawer, shake well, steam it, take it out, and add materials according to the requirements of diners, including eggs, beef, pork liver, pork pork, shrimp and. Steam it again, go out of the way, roll it into a cylinder with a shovel, cut it into two sections, put it on the plate, add a little cooked oil and soy sauce, then you can eat it. The taste is smooth and the taste is light, which is absolutely good in Guangzhou breakfast though popular. Guangzhou is famous for morning tea. So-called morning tea, is in wine shop and have a slightly more formal breakfast. Tea, actually in Guangzhou rice wantonly will in before meals send, before and after a cup of tea, is Guangzhou diet habit. Food in addition to zhou fen, other local snacks Snacks, variety. Early morning tea purpose is not necessarily for Eat, family or friends several chat while eating, enhance feelings. Is alone, a pot of tea, a bowl of porridge, a fried, a smattering of other, a newspaper, slowly pastime a boring morning, life so, joy? After someone once see, Guangzhou people in tea, side sigh tea, side pull feet. Eat morning tea when Pull feet indeed some indecent, but also reflects eat morning tea when everyone is have a leisurely mood in. In Guangzhou, porridge there is a kind of eat, is in Chaoshan people open of Eat Shop. Hot Summer, a bowl of porridge, porridge is ordinary porridge, some also add sweet potato or taro, porridge is cold, especially suitable for Guangzhou summer eat. Eat when collocation dishes, have olive dish, hempleaf, mustard or lu shui dan, brine tofu. Eat simple economic, finished body and comfortable, not sweat, especially like me physique, like this they eat. Finally, from already, before graduation, in North life after graduating from college, to have been in Guangzhou a living. Half of life is in the north, and half is in the South. Thank my North raised me, also thank South gave after half life of the three meals a day. People live a life, sometimes taste Bird’s Nest shark’s fin abalone sea cucumber, that’s also understandable, but after all, you can’t eat it as a regular meal every day. yan chi bao ginseng generation, although occasional taste slightly, only fresh, not wanted. For daily porridge rice, of the three meals a day of the dependence of so, is can’t not often grateful. Each mindful of this, as net and into urban years, and I feel myself how much not fully ungrateful, although self-deception, heart still calm a little. 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…

Mo flowers

I like the feeling of being on the road. I found a beautiful excuse for myself, because I am young now. If you love traveling, pick up your suitcase and set out immediately. If you love life, live in a room with sunshine and French windows, and raise flowers on the windowsill. Let’s go to a cold drink shop with friends to kill time in the summer, wait for a downpour, listen to an old nostalgic song, and watch the ice slowly melt in the soda. Cool and pleasant. This is summer. I had thought of crossing the desert, wearing ripped jeans, matching dark red plaid shirt, no flowers, no Oasis, just standing at random, behind which was the vast yellow desert, bright and beautiful, people standing in the yellow sand have a kind of desolate and rough beauty. Before going to sleep every night, I like to watch the calendar with red circles drawn on the table to see how long the time is from the day of departure. Soon, soon, thinking about it, I went to sleep happily, even the sound of whistle in my dream. During the trip, I met strangers who had never met in a strange city. I was like one of them, eating, traveling, resting, and feeling the wet sea breeze and the rain blowing in the city together. Part 2: rent a cabin with a balcony. It’s OK without balcony windows, and it’s better to see the road downstairs. Every morning when I heard the crisp bell of the bicycle, I stood by the window with a long nightdress and a cup, watching those beautiful and vivid symbols on the street. The old man selling newspapers, the red scarf for school, the office workers who were eating white bread while waiting for the bus, the grass-colored Buick passed by, the body was bright and clean, I want to thank the baptism of the heavy rain last night, let me see such a pleasant grass color. I often see old ladies with gray hair or middle-aged women with fat figure rushing home with a basket of cheap vegetables in the morning market. Occasionally, I saw a woman walking out of the alley, wearing a navy blue sand-permeable dress and silver sandals with Fish Mouth. She couldn’t help staring at the delicate jade bracelet on her slender wrist, it gives off a secluded and simple atmosphere. The graceful outline, the stable appearance and the calm elegance that are rare in the world. I guessed how quiet the yard she lived in was for such a woman. Maybe she raised flowers and countless flowers and plants in the yard, and the luxuriant green vines were covered with mottled red walls, there is also a cat basking in the sun in the yard. Of course, this is just my personal imagination. Maybe there is another possibility that she lives in the rich area opposite to the alley. In any gorgeous room in the tall and dense buildings, there are white floors, beige sofas and Vermilion entrances, there seemed to be something missing from the velvet curtain which had never been removed. Yes, I almost forgot that there was also a man who loved her. I think I am like this window. Although the iron bar of the window has been rusted and the yellow newspaper posted on the glass, these are all irrelevant. Part 3: The Flower Capital is blooming. I have heard such a touching story. A writer missed his old friends, so he wrote a letter to urge them to come back and get together. The letter said: The flowers are blooming, and my lover and I are waiting for you at home. Flowers are blooming, I always think this is a very beautiful word. There is a kind of unique artistic conception and poetry, which makes me feel warm when reading, like the feeling of being gently embraced. The shadow of sunshine is printed on the curtain, like Western abstract paintings. I have noticed the man on the opposite floor for a long time. In his early thirties, he is short, with small eyes and dark skin. Always wear a black coat, the letters on it have been blurred. He never closed the curtains, and he could see most of the decorations in the room at a glance. Most of the time, his room was locked with no pets or women. The sound of shower can be heard in the middle of the night. Game Sound. Cough. I conclude that this is a lonely man. Usually at 08:50 on weekends, he starts cooking on the opposite side, naked. Skillfully cutting pickles in my hands, what I can see in my sight are fresh cucumbers and tomatoes. I couldn’t help guessing whether the lunch was fried eggs with tomatoes or fried cucumbers. Once, I bumped into him downstairs. Noisy hair. Dirty black coat. Take a CSC fast food upstairs. Eyes are swollen like full walnuts. There is a rooftop on his roof, which is full of weeds and withered vines. A week ago, he spent 4 hours and 18 minutes to remove weeds, sow seeds on them, and build a shelf with bamboo. Is it a long cucumber, loofah or Hyacinth? Such conjecture makes me happy. No matter which kind, I know that there will be full of flowers soon. Then I am blessed. I can enjoy fresh flowers for free. How wonderful. I am complacent about my keen observation. Many times, when I watched him leisurely watching TV and eating instant noodles in the room wearing gray underpants, I secretly laughed in my heart. Maybe he would never know that his life had been completely transparent, in this way, the real self was cast straightly into a pair of strange eyes. Part 4: The camera has an embroidered silk skirt, a wide-brimmed straw hat on a wooden frame, a new magazine with ink fragrance, a ham and egg sandwich just made in the shop, and fresh bread just baked, the Red big cherry in the fruit shop, the steaming smiling face of the noodle shop staff, or the calla lily in a bucket were sold at a low price by the tired flower-buying girl because of the late night. Camera is essential for a long journey alone. Every city photographed belong here expression. I like to aim the lens at those ordinary and tiny things. White clouds. Bright umbrella. Clean ginkgo leaves on the pavement. Blueberry shaved ice with cold air. A chic brooch in the jewelry store. A float filled with Platycodon grandiflorum. The noisy crowd’s sunny and youthful faces. Learn to take photos and love it, leaving traces of the real existence of yesterday, leaving a glimpse of the summer, and reading it slowly in the next day. Give me a gift that has not been opened yet, while I am young now. Dear friend, I am an ordinary woman named Jin. Always on the road waiting for you. 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…