Let life settle in words

In the quiet night, there is a clear music passing through the curtain, coming ethereal, getting closer and closer, which is very similar to the tune of high mountains and flowing water. I sat in front of the desk, facing the screen, and my fingers were at a loss on the keyboard. As usual, in

Tea Suo Ji

The first time I drank tea was in my childhood. At that time, my father loved to talk while drinking tea. Every holiday day, uncles and nephews like to go to my home when they are free. My father cooked two bottles of boiled water, scalded the antique teapot with boiling water, put a pinch

From injury

I will continue to stay with this city in another way 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

Autumn thoughts

I stand in the wind when I stare at the harvest in the golden autumn on the day when fallen leaves are flying. Taste the rhythm of autumn wind and the thoughts of rain carefully with eyes and soul. There is an impulse of life and passion of youth in the fervent chest. Walking on

Childhood Fun 18 days

In the imprint of my childhood, there is another happy thing related to eating that is collecting everyday. Every summer at the end of July, the children in the village would gather together to eat everyday. Everyday is a kind of plant fruit in the north. At the beginning, its color was green, and the

wu yue fly flower

Sunshine may, the wind is soft and warm. Early in the morning, the lazy spring came with the thick soil flavor. Grass and unknown wild flowers on the roadside rushed out of the ground like piles, looking around the winter yesterday timidly, it seems to be in nostalgia for old dreams, in pursuit of memories,

Depending on the ancient city wall alone, watching the increasing autumn chill “E weekly”

Autumn rain and cold, autumn in the North has always been bleak and steep. I, relying on the ancient city wall alone, look at the distant smog to lock the late autumn, and show a sad and hazy beauty. I am not good at painting, I can only draw a picture of my Qingming river