Mood essay

Fate is a lovely mystery. What you desire most often cannot be obtained, but what you don’t want is obtained again. — “Occasionally” life is like onion. Every time I peel off a piece, I will always be choked to tears. The days I want to cry are mostly a kind of grievance, I brought myself the Capri of vanity. Maybe it is too simple to understand life, or too stubborn to pursue purity, but life is incomplete. Life often uses little happiness to fill my heart with joy and give me confidence and motivation for unremitting pursuit. Every day, I sigh, rejoice and worry unconsciously. — How can I not feel sad in “occasionally picked up? They fought openly and secretly one by one like black chicken eyes, shouting friends in their mouths, with smiles on their faces — the night like “The Road to Growth” reminded of the first footprint, the first friend, this night reminds me of you and the lonely and tasteless time in front of me. There are songs coming from afar, and your eyes are drunk. The night is as cool as water, and tears in eyes are the crystallization of true feelings. In such a night, love is real and dream is free. — “Such a Night” 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…

Life of thinking

Life is changeable, and many things may startle you. The sudden death of a very close second aunt at the age of 43 makes the relatives around heartbroken. After all, she is too young! Just like the delicate flowers withered in the storm overnight, a person who was still alive yesterday said that he would leave and never meet each other in the future. What we face is just a handful of loess, A tomb, life is so fragile, people sigh. The three major misfortunes in life are: the loss of parents in childhood, the loss of spouse in middle age and the loss of children in old age. While the pain of sending black-haired people to the white-haired people is even more painful. As an old man, he is even more anxious to let himself die instead of his children. However, there are some things in the world that cannot be controlled by people. My children have not grown up yet, and the kindness of parents has not been repaid yet. My second aunt, who can say and laugh, said that she left silently. Maybe she is not responsible for her own life, but this is also what she knows and is unwilling to do, so what else can we say except sadness? Apart from tears, what else can her relatives complain about? Let’s take it as a trick of fate, and it can also be regarded as a kind of self-comfort in the living heart. There is a kind of sadness, which is called crying without tears, and a kind of nostalgia, which is called sleepless all night. When our life encounters setbacks, the only release is to try to make reason overcome emotion. Yes, when we cry for ourselves without shoes, we may find that someone has no feet, therefore, we think that we are already very lucky. We don’t need to feel sad any more. The Road of Life still needs to continue, and life still needs to continue. Buddhism thinks: Don’t be afraid of death, death is just an open door, and we just travel from one world to another. It is enough to live in the present and know how to cherish what we have now! Yes, when we were born, we came to this world with tears, while people around us were laughing. When we died, we left this world with smiles, while people around us were crying! How rich dramatic! Maybe life is a tragic comedy, isn’t it? Walking in the streets and lanes, I accidentally found that the flowers of this spring seemed to bloom overnight, and the opening of the land was so vigorous that I couldn’t help surprised that I hadn’t had time to appreciate it, but the flowers had already gone. It is said that there is a kind of flower called the other bank flower on huangquan Road. When the flower is on the other bank, you can’t see the leaves when it is on, and when there are leaves, you can’t see the flowers. The flowers and leaves don’t meet each other. A large number of such flowers were blooming there, which looked like a carpet paved by blood from a distance, and were also described as the road of fire because of its red like fire, it is also the only scenery and color on this long huangquan Road. They formed a fiery red flower path to guide people to the other side of the Sancha River, and people stepped on the guide of this flower to the dim. In this spring season, you have left. My second aunt, who is only three years older than me, and my relatives who grew up together, wish you blooming flowers on the other side of your way back, let you not feel lonely! 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…

Autumn Song

One afternoon many years ago, I sat lazily on a bench in Urumqi West Park. My eyes are pure and blurred, and my thoughts are scattered and quiet. I didn’t drink alcohol, but I felt a little graceful and drunk. I think this may be caused by the environment. At this moment, I am sitting in the tranquil late autumn, in the most beautiful park in the border city, feeling the breath of life in autumn and autumn. In this way, this is not only a kind of leisure and pleasure, but also a kind of intoxication. In the embrace of autumn, I am as weak as a born baby. Some kind of purity and reverie of mine are associated with this wonderful autumn blood. I have visited the West Park many times, either friends or classmates. But I prefer to walk or sit alone in the park, feeling the cycle of seasons and the passing of time, and quietly thinking about some boundless worries. Just like now, I am sitting alone on the bench in the West Park. In fact, I am a lonely and independent traveller. This city is far away from my hometown and my relatives. I live and walk through the streets and alleys of the border city. I am more like a ghost Lone Ranger. I think there is nothing wrong with this. A wandering man who is far away from his hometown and relatives, his heart is always flowing. In front of my eyes is Jianhu, which is round and bright, like a huge flat mirror. However, many benches around Jianhu Lake were empty, seemingly waiting for the arrival of the Master in silence. On other benches, there are sweet lovers leaning against each other or old men with white hair fluttering. In any case, the afternoon of the West Park was quiet, with only some silent or whispering visitors. This atmosphere is very good. In this atmosphere, I can quietly feel the autumn, think about some irrelevant past events, or simply close my eyes slightly, fully experience the meaning of autumn sunshine pouring on your face. Maybe it was just because of the tranquility that I heard the crisp chirping of birds, and I even heard the slight noise of fallen leaves falling down from the tall drinkwood tree. A piece of dead leaves and a piece of dead leaves slided down from the tree unhurriedly and fell around the bench. I bent down, picked up a dead leaf with clear lines and enjoyed the quiet beauty of fallen leaves. Everything happened in autumn makes people sigh with emotion. Just like this golden and beautiful dead leaf in my hand, is it a tall, slender and silent sigh? I don’t know. What I can know is that I am going deep into autumn and reaching its core, staying there for a while, then floating away silently. I am very familiar with the West Park. Although the West Park is not a famous park, in many domestic cities, Such small and exquisite parks can be seen everywhere. However, it attracts my longing steps with infinite charm. Flowers in spring, green trees in summer, fallen leaves dancing in autumn and glittering snow in winter all make me fascinated. What else? And this unknown Park. Stay in the distant West. Looking up, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are comfortable, which always makes people get a kind of relieved and beautiful spiritual experience at the moment of looking up. In this way, what I really like is the quiet and elegant atmosphere of the West Park. In fact, there are two buildings in the West Park that deserve careful taste. For example, the Jianhu Lake in front of us is not as gorgeous as the West Lake and the vast Taihu Lake, but because of its little historical deposits, it makes people forget to leave. Lin Zexu, Mao Zedong, Zhou Enlai and so on had all been to this lake, but they didn’t have such leisure feelings, instead, they just sat by the lake and washed all the way. It is said that the nickname of Jianhu was created by Ji Xiaolan, a Romantic scholar in Qing Dynasty, but he was not a sightseeing tour, otherwise the book notes of Yuewei thatched cottage, which had passed away from the world, would not be born under the pen of Ji Gong as a. Sitting alone on the bank of the lake, in the quiet and silent boundless autumn, the blurred thoughts are like the smoke clouds of history. On the south side of West Park is the famous monument of revolutionary martyrs in the three districts. The monument is made of white marble, which is very high and seems to be directly inserted into the sky. In the early days of liberation, leaders of the three districts, invited by Mao Zedong and Zhou Enlai, went to Beijing by plane to attend the first National Political Consultative Conference. There was an air crash on the way, I think this monument is built here with ingenuity, which not only makes the heroes stay here forever, but also makes tourists experience the hard-won of freedom, peace and quiet life. At this moment, sitting on the bench by the Bank of Jianhu, I looked over the verdant which was taking off the green clothes and clearly saw the monument standing under the blue sky and white clouds. I spent the whole afternoon on the bench in the West Park. I thought a lot and felt much calmer. I am more like a true thinker, wandering in the hometown of autumn, seeing the past as smoke, and gradually seeing myself. I avoided the noisy world of mortals, let my tired body rest for a moment, and let my impetuous soul bathe in the tranquil autumn sun. I think it is really a wonderful enjoyment for a person to lean against the door of autumn when he is tired of walking and step in without hesitation, recalling or forgetting something in the embrace of autumn. When the warm twilight flooded me, I slowly got up and left the West Park, walking back to the depths of the world of mortals step by step. But I have no reason to forget the time I spent in the West Park carelessly on that autumn afternoon in the border town many years ago. In the misty and rainy south of the Yangtze River, many autum cannot reach the depth of my heart. The South is full of green grass and trees all year round. Just like now, I have passed the threshold of October, and the breath of Autumn seems to be far away. Therefore, I miss the autumn of the border city very much. I think the beautiful and golden dead leaf I grasped has already become a boat of dreams, carrying my graceful feelings, arrive in autumn with profound artistic conception. (The full text is about 1780 words) 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…

There is “Buddha” at home”

Seeing this topic, you will surely think that I am a Buddhist, but in fact it is not, I am a genuine atheist. Then, why should we talk about this topic? This should start from one thing my father often taught me: my father-in-law died of cerebral hemorrhage half a year ago, although his life was not in danger after rescue and treatment, but he could never stand up. His body was paralyzed and he was sometimes out of his mind. After all, the old man was already 80 or 70 years old. What followed was to arrange people to care for the elderly. Several children had jobs or all kinds of reasons for not getting born. Finally, under my initiative, it was well arranged. After that, every time I came back home, my father asked me about my father-in-law’s illness, and repeatedly told me to take good care of the elderly, never abandon or ignore them, and told me, don’t compare with others, do your filial piety, saying: there are long-lived old people in your family, that is, Buddha, who will bless children, and unfilial children will also be punished. In fact, what I did was done without my father’s instruction, which made my mother-in-law, wife and family very satisfied. Nevertheless, I also obey my father’s order and always alert myself. As for the theory of Buddha, whether it is believed or not, in a word, Buddha is good and bless all the people, which is denied by no one. As for my father’s statement, later I thought over and over again, feeling that my father’s words contained deep truths and the fatalism theory that science could never explain. Buddha is worshiped by others, and parents in the family should be filial to their children. People often say that having parents, especially those who are old, is a blessing to be children. From the perspective of genetics, parents will live longer and older, and children will also live longer, because there are genetic genes. Imagine, who doesn’t want to live a long life and live a happy life for a few more years? From this point of view, having a long-lived parent is indeed a blessing for children. In terms of family affection, it is also a blessing for children to have healthy parents at home. Isn’t it one of the happiest things in the world when we take our lover and children back to our parents’ home and get together and share the happiness of family? How good the song “often go home to see” is! My parents are also over 80 years old. In recent years, whenever I come home and enter the door, my mother will say: my eldest son is coming! That kind of longing for children and love for children are beyond words. Whenever I hear these words, my heart is warm and sour. It was my 80-year-old mother who still called me like this, which made me feel warm, as if I had returned to my childhood and nestled in my mother’s arms; what was sour was that from the call of my mother, I realized the loneliness of the old man, and how much I hoped that my children could often wear them under my knees! You know, in the past, my parents never used such a language to call me, because people are eager to be old, and people will have this time, A kind of sadness can’t help rushing into my heart. At the same time, I also feel some guilt in my heart: why can’t I often go home to see my parents? What makes me feel blessed for my parents and children is that whenever I come back home, especially when I am in poor health, my mother immediately sends me to the Kang, saying that the Kang is warm, I was afraid that I would lie down in a panic, so I put a mattress on my bed. Then my mother was busy in the underground. She found me some snacks and asked me if I could drink water. That kind of love for my children could not be expressed in words. What makes me most happy is that when I am old, I can still eat the food cooked for me by my 80-year-old mother, my heart is full of admiration and gratitude for my mother. The long-lived parents at home are indeed Buddhas. They are protecting their children with selfless love, and making their children safe and happy is their greatest wish in their life. There is a phenomenon that makes me realize a truth later, that is, when the current people are with their children, parents first ask whether their parents are still alive, if there is no single parent or both parents, you have to ask why there is no one. I think, this is one of the reasons why parents think about their children in the future because their parents will pass on to their children because they live longer. This may be one of the reasons why parents taboo whether their parents are alive or not when their children engage in sex? Many facts have proved this point by saying that filial piety and unfilial piety will have the fate of retribution. Those children who are good at showing filial piety to their parents also get generous rewards in their own lives, especially in their old age, most of them enjoy the blessings of their old age. On the contrary, those children who are not filial to their parents or even abandon them have no good retribution in their own lives. Maybe this is what my father said that the old man is the Buddha in the family! Think about how many people in the real society climb mountains and wades to seek Immortals and worship Buddha in order to pray for blessings, but they are not filial to their parents when they return home. Can Buddha bless such people? Children are always the children in their parents’ hearts, but some children can’t do it. Parents are always their own parents. Recently, I read the news. In the Shanghai World Expo Park, the reporter interviewed an elderly woman who pushed her old mother to watch the Expo in a wheelchair, when asked whether the female tourist pushed her mother to watch the Expo, the female tourist replied, “it’s not hard. Didn’t mother do the same to us when she was young? How good it was, I was so moved that my tears almost fell down. Yes, Crows all know how to feed back, let alone human beings? People who are sons of man must follow the example of filial piety and sages from ancient times to present, and treat their parents well, especially the old ones. This is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. The parents who live a long life at home, it is the Buddha in our family. 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…

A big braid from the north (Qing)

Every time I saw Qing palace opera full of screens, I felt very uncomfortable. Seeing those actors with fake braid and horseshoe sleeves seriously learning from Manchu people, they seemed to see juries returning their souls in front of them, as if hearing them saying, “Look, hey, hey, they brought back our children of eight banners! Big Braids Style look good on me? I used so much ink to sing praises! This big braid, over 200 years ago, swept over the country of Ming Dynasty, and also bloody our nation. Do you want to leave your hair or leave your head? When I asked this sentence, the braid wielded their swords to cut off our nation’s self-esteem, and also to the heads of our ancestors. On the tenth day of Yangzhou, Jiading Santu died under the butcher’s knife for this big braid. This big braid has weighed on the first 200 years of our nation, crushed the backbone of some people, and shocked the thoughts of some people. Up to now, the Qing Dynasty has been destroyed for more than 100 years, this kind of foolishness has not passed. The person who raised the braid was the Jurchens from the north, which was the founder of the Manchu dynasty. During the period of Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, Jurchens were scattered in Jilin, Heilongjiang and East China Sea. Because they lived between White Mountains and black waters, they were also called black water Mohe, and also called Savage Jurchens in Manchuria memoirs. What ended the Northern Song Dynasty was one of the Jurchens from here. This part of Jurchens was founded as Jin under the leadership of emperor Wanyan min. After the destruction of the Northern Song Dynasty, the capital was settled in Bianjing (Kaifeng), and the people also moved to the Central Plains. In 1234, Jin state perished under the joint attack of Southern Song Dynasty and Mongolian army. These Jurchens who entered the Central Plains finally integrated into the Han nationality. According to the records of Qing Dynasty and Ming Dynasty, Jurchens who stay in Jianzhou (now Tumen River, the northeast of Yalu River, Kaiyuan River and the West of Liaodong side wall) are in their leader Aisin Gioro. Nurhachi led Yu Gongyuan to establish the Later Jin regime in 1616. His son Aisin Gioro. After Huang Taiji succeeded to the throne in 1636, he began to change his country name to Qing. In order to get rid of the wild men and barbarian hats on his head, Huang Taiji changed his family name to Manchuria. So far, Jurchen became Manchuria. In June of 1644, Qing army invaded Beijing. Since then, the braid began to rule China for 268 years. Respecting history, we can’t deny that the cruel rule of Ming Dynasty over ethnic minorities was the fundamental reason why Jurchen people united to resist oppression. The rulers of Ming Dynasty regarded Jurchen as barbarian and looked down upon them. They bullied and exploited them cruelly, even to the extent that they were not allowed to stand at their doorstep. In this case, Nurhachi started with thirty Ding people and moved to war for nearly 30 years, finally unifying the scattered Jurchen tribes such as Haixi, Jianzhou, Donghai and Heilongjiang, it has formed a great power that can dominate the world. It can’t be denied that the rulers of Qing Dynasty made great contributions to national unity and territorial integrity after gaining power. The Qing dynasty basically laid down the territory of our country, which contributed a lot. In Qing Dynasty, he compiled a batch of masterpieces such as Siku Quanshu, which contributed to the summary of Chinese historical and cultural heritage. What’s more, it can’t be denied that the Qing government destroyed the traditional culture of Han Dynasty. In order to cut off the national consciousness in the hearts of Han families and enslave people’s thoughts, they forced Han families to change their clothes and shave their hair. The slogan is: leave no hair, leave no hair. Since ancient times, Han family members have accepted the traditional concept of “filial piety” that their bodies and skin are covered by their parents. How can they yield easily? As a result, a bloody slaughter is caused. The literary inquisition of Qing dynasty was also unprecedented, which was the continuation of the thoughts of the rulers to enslave people. In order to block the long talk, the Literary Inquisition rose one after another at all. The killed literati and scholars dared not write or speak. In the end, the wave was getting wider and wider. Even ordinary people dared not to say one more word, for fear of causing a fatal disaster. The Braid was so powerful that they abruptly created the unique [slave culture] of Qing Dynasty with knives]. Throughout the history of human culture in Qing Dynasty, the whole history was the history of Minions, with big braid everywhere and minions everywhere. The big braids deliberately split the traditional culture of Han nationality and destroyed a large number of ancient documents, which resulted in the lack of Chinese traditional cultural materials and laid a foundation for them to cultivate minions culture. Big braid was the most powerful thing. What they wanted to kill was the thought of Han nation, which was to kill all the hopes and dreams of Han nation fundamentally. But can they do it? The big braid finally disappeared. I hope that with its disappearance, the courage of our nation will be stronger day by day, and the backbone of our nation will be stronger. Only in this way can our Chinese nation stand in the Forest of the world forever. 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…

I think we need to have a dog

I want to go across the street and feel the time when my clothes and clothes are thin, and feel that we support each other and depend on each other. The whole world is calm down. We have to cherish this kind of happiness because we are reconciled with shyness. Miss your passion and craziness for every love and desire, and how to make you forget the sweet cake fragrance brought by wasting your time on the corner and the defiant and unruly cat in the corner. I need to have a drink when stopping, remember there is also a wooden tea table with half-meter rounded corners, it is covered with small fluffy flowers printed with little Daisy light yellow like duck down on this wall with brick red or stars burning black when it comes out of the cellar, in one corner of the wall, the Creeper with flat red dots and mottled green leaves is rare for people to love. There were no chairs there, and most of them were the boss who wasted the busy passers-by and those ragged or drunk people to support his loneliness and loneliness in order not to let the desks and chairs located on the corner of the street. This is a good stagnation point. Cars passing by can’t carry much footsteps, so people are willing to stop here for a drink and tell the past. Don’t ask who I am until life has gone, and don’t mind who asks who you are. People are almost the same. There are always thousands of thoughts and troubles, most of them have never experienced the warmth of their families and the sweetness of staying in their footsteps, nor have they ever lived. Will you be in the world, will you be in the world. I once read the words which became hard to forget in the book. The girl who embroidered eyebrows and age angle wore butterfly and ink on the white tinea with his hands stretching and probing on the street, the red brick of Sunset, a little, a little. The mottled wall was like a vibrating sail on the lake surface. The blind girl’s hands imitated her life with her small hands. There was no escape word, syllogism or praise. She was not enjoying the fear, but hoping to touch the end of the world. The game of left and right hands you can hear your heartbeat by touching your hands on your chest. If you put someone’s hands on your chest, can you still hear such real loneliness. It is not that others become unreal except themselves, but that they feel that it will not be smooth to walk with others’ heels after paying. Therefore, no one will wait for others to comfort and accompany him. The left hand and the right hand can also play games. Don’t call yourself a child. You won’t know that no one is the devil. You will burst into screams and jump crazily, I was homeless in the lost paradise surrounded by ghosts, and wailed. The dog in the cage is a good dog, a sick dog, a muddy wild dog hiding the damned parasites. This wise man with four legs is the continuation of life and needs to breathe vigorously. They are much more precious than those who are always clamoring for death and those who threaten their lives. They are more qualified to live! Occasionally, some little sadness is just shaking the tail, and the corners of the mouth are more disgusting than tears. There are always so many people who have compassion and associate with these crawling philosophers, who represent attentive and loyal partners. Maybe they know that those who have lost cherish and possess more, that’s all. When I got up in the morning, no matter some people around me still said that I was embracing the thin one with no air all night long, it seemed lonely and strong. No matter how strong the will is, it can’t be matched with the shadow of Qianqian shining on the body after suffering the crazy or miserable waiting all night. I don’t want to leave myself or only myself in my life, this became a prop for people who couldn’t bear loneliness to face the secular criticism. They would always attribute to the fact that the world forgot them. In fact, the world has given a lot of things. Some people are loved by others all their lives but also suffer from lovesickness. Some people only have themselves all their lives, then he had himself and his expectation that after waking up every day, the sunshine would come to break through the haze of oxygen in his heart. Maybe this is not sarcasm. Some people always make it difficult for others to get out of themselves by virtue of their beauty, and it is always difficult for them to pursue. The handsome facial features are like clear reflections in the waves, and there are always so many shadows around me to appreciate the scenery of the lake. It can’t be like a nosy child strolling barefoot on the street, strolling by the sea, strolling in the Sky, whose heart is passing. Today, my friend came back from Thailand and brought a lot of fragrance. Now he has been lighting purple baits and slowly smokes his own room. The fragrance from the baits is really unforgettable, it is a kind of cloud covering which is left in the heart without any light and heat but only washing the sky. There is no light and heat in that place. Do you believe it? No one can come in or go out, just like a cloud that cannot be opened. It will always be regarded as willing and reconciled by others. I hate others for having an immortal appearance, I hate that others have everything they shouldn’t have without working hard, just like Huang Ke’s dream that waking up means falling asleep, and falling asleep means waking up. So I don’t know whether I am awake or asleep, just like the moment when flowers can’t stop and there is no fireworks to celebrate. I guess you won’t understand, but it is as hot as love, it is a crime composed of unromantic, hehe. 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…