Happy migratory birds

Over the years, too many changes have happened. There are so many people around, no matter the quantity or everyone’s life circumstances, all become different from the past, just like trees in autumn, with different shapes and different endings. Some people are sick, some are disabled, some are abnormal, some are divorced, some are in jail, some are missing, and some are dead. There are also some people who never go to places where there are many people. It is said that most of them appear in places where there are few people, and they always plot with few bosses or bosses. Sometimes, if you can’t call a car temporarily, and if you have to walk through the street in broad daylight, you will inevitably lower your head and shrink your neck, just like a lonely Jackdaw, it was like that I had just come out of the grave and hurried to go back to the grave immediately after completing a thing left in the sun. Some other people should belong to the optimists. They will laugh freely. When they see acquaintances, they will laugh with laughter, which makes people feel as if they just came from the Buddha, bring joy and love. However, such kind-hearted people inevitably cause troubles to others. Their free love and the joy of free supply are somewhat unbearable. Therefore, their charity performances on the street are often unfortunate and become songs without ending and people will be separated. Such an ending makes their smiles always have the heaviness and disappointment like the clouds in autumn. Living in the world, some people will inevitably go to jail directly from their posts. Such a sudden life ending not only makes people feel funny, but also makes others feel deeply ashamed, their bad deeds as officials were blown by their bad reputation like the autumn wind, and many different emotions began to spread in the world, such as pity, sympathy, clapping, gloating, relieving hatred, etc, the opinions are so different. However, the weather is really cold. In the weather that has started to get cold so early, probably only relatives of people in prison have the mood to take care of the prison sufferings of people in prison, it probably has nothing to do with others, so of course, others have to live as usual without worry, to be sick, to be senile dementia, to be divorced, to be missing, to be abnormal, if you are ashamed to meet others and live in seclusion, To terminally ill, unto death. Of course, there are still some people who will inevitably continue to follow the steps to go to prison. As for people who are not like human beings and ghosts, it may be more difficult to find a suitable place. People and ghosts are different from each other. Yin and yang can be shared in the sky. All kinds of people are crowded together, not only as audiences, and being an actor is like a dream and a wake-up. It is also a fantasy. No matter what, no one’s soul can be lazy. I’m just getting old. This is the expected ending, but it just came earlier. A classmate who used to be an official suddenly woke up and promised to gather his classmates together. Everyone waited confidently for this day to come soon, but the result of waiting was that he heard the news that he was put on trial. Naturally, the promised reunion was canceled by this big accident, but no one told him whether to make up or postpone it; another classmate, a gentleman, everyone knows that he has been hiding in this city all the time, sinking into the popular life in this city like most people. This year, it seemed that someone really thought of him. Almost at the same time, one day, news came that he had been seriously ill. It was said that he was sitting at home and waiting for him. No one saw him, so he sent a sigh first, my heart was filled with sadness. Hearing this, everyone thought over and over again, and the conclusion was that everyone thought that he was still alive after all, and he was idle at home, so he should have visited him, but he was also worried that he himself would be suspicious and bitter because of this, and he would mistakenly believe that everyone went to Condole for him in advance. Therefore, the matter of visiting was put aside for the time being. About this person, I still felt lingering fear after a long time. I thought that there were too many problems in life, some of which came from others and some from myself. It is inconvenient to talk about death. The living have long had unequal distance between each other. It is not common to face, and the distance is getting farther and farther. When we meet each other, we are actually peeping at the autumn color on the other’s head, and the mouth is moving, but the words are unpredictable and warm, and the smiles are difficult to distinguish between true and false, sometimes it even has to degenerate into nodding or simply humming in the throat like a beast, and they all want to finish greeting as soon as possible and then go their own way as soon as possible, everyone will feel that living in the world is really a race against time. Every time as for this, my heart will have an inexplicable sense of desolation. I feel that everyone seems to have begun to count the days to live, but I can’t help laughing secretly. I thought, people’s lives are far from declining to such a pessimistic level. They are not often invited to take seats and gradually enter the ancestral hall. Why not talk more? Why did you leave so hastily? Think carefully, sometimes you are not like this. Therefore, I have to accept the saying that the bigger the city is, the more unfamiliar people are. Looking around, in addition to their own relatives, I don’t know how many people are willing to have a long talk and heart-to-heart talk with others. Some people are really busy, some people pretend to be busy; Some people are really tired, some people pretend not to be tired, but in fact they are more tired than others; Some people are really calm in their hearts, some people pretend to be calm. Their words and tolerance make everyone feel that their hearts are surging. There are many people, but few friends. I have always doubted the saying that some people have friends all over the world, because first I doubt their understanding degree and level of understanding of the word friend; The world is very big, but there are few places to go, I also doubt that people who have the ability to travel around the world must get more happiness than those who do not leave home. I have to choose to walk alone. From the city to the mountain field, from the mountain field to the city, from the geographical atmosphere, it is from one extreme to the other extreme, but in essence it is the same, both transfer and escape. Escape from familiarity, rigidization and obsolescence, the same pattern, the normal ugliness, the familiar mediocrity, the lies covering the truth, the falsity, the deception and the gang style, escape from the gangdom, The humbleness under oppression and discrimination, the anger caused by force, the worry, depression and disappointment under evil and evil. Escape out of the box with, running away quiet some, running away free some, running away wayward some, running away frankness some, running away put rustic some, even, escape to paint and be fierce, be mad by hair. Therefore, there is happiness in this world, and these happiness can also be found. Living in a city with rigid ideas, something is still too heavy to escape. The same salute was set off in the neighborhood of opening the ceremony and reporting the funeral. Both the marriage and the funeral had to enjoy eating and drinking, while the precious weekends had to gamble physically and mentally, be sure to show off the new clothes at work on Monday. More well-informed, to announce some news: A nobleman who fell down was put into prison, while a nobleman who was about to fall down disappeared. It was said that he went to find a door. The upstarts who haven’t been defeated yet still appeared frequently in the media. However, their faces, their domineering and arrogant were all like Dong Zhuo who had endured such a scene at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, once there is a chance to escape, what will happen? I have to escape, even if it is just a temporary escape. As long as I escape, I will surely think of the Sun and the moon. Why don’t I be happy when talking about some weak, sleepy, hypocritical and filthy scenes, I can bear it, but I can’t accept it. I can’t change, but I can escape, even if it is only a temporary escape, I want to find the freedom and happiness I want in the escape. But I don’t oppose others to fight, nor do I oppose others to deliberately whitewash, because both the people who fight and the people who whitewash have their own different reasons and needs, if the moral value and significance of their needs and reasons are not discussed for the time being. Therefore, from city to mountain field, and then from Mountain Field to city, I feel as happy as a migratory bird. Even in the days when I couldn’t escape and had to endure silently, my body couldn’t escape, but my heart could still escape, escape to the book and become a spiritual migratory bird, let your shallow and naive souls visit those noble and kind souls. Every escape is very successful. In this way, on my way back, my soul did not suffer from illness or debt. 2012-9-24 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…

Love you a million years

This is the name of a song. How can you pay attention to this vulgar lyrics? Love is the most unpredictable thing. Why can you love someone for ten thousand years? The space and time are uncertain, people are even more uncertain. Ten thousand years is too long, and we should seize every minute. This is what the great leader said. It is strange that so many fast-food love is popular overnight. How long can you keep a person in your heart? I’m not sure. How long will it last? How far is it forever? Life is less than a hundred, and it is absolutely a burden to experience more love. There are still several people carrying one person, and none of them is left. All of them are immersed in the desolate past, and all the things happened are wiped out. Just like washing away unnecessary tape audio and video tracks, the white tape will be filled again. When she went to the old tube-shaped building where she lived in her childhood, the former participant went in with heart and stopped there, as if a fence was standing there, invisible and invisible, but always existed. The open-air clothes drying rack is still so flamboyant, with thousands of national flags hanging high. Where can we find such bold clothes drying field? A rope spans two buildings and flies in the sky. If it is to dry the sheets, it will be more spectacular. I don’t worry about any private objects. I understand that they are bright and empty. More than twenty years ago, the greedy little girl who loved to play everywhere came back today. She saw a lot of couple’s days, Love, anti-purpose, trivial, big, selfish, bold, faithful, flowery, etc, seeing a lot of children coming out of their mother’s bulging belly and running all over the floor, they became our followers. In the 14th year, she had been here until the flower season. The girl’s feelings were ignorant, but she vaguely thought about the hazy and beautiful feelings. She described her neighbor’s uncle as tall and beautiful! Ha ha, this sentence made their family laugh. I will repeat this sentence when I see her —- the little girl said that you are tall and beautiful. I don’t know how they are now. The tall and beautiful uncle should be a handsome old man. Their son was ten years younger than her and called her sister at that time. Maybe now I have my own child. This is the way people pass on from generation to generation. It is not worth advocating to have no concern. In the decades of life, there must be something to think about and worry about. Kites have been complaining about the line involved in it all their lives. If the line is really broken, it will float without trace. Clouds are like cotton, with heavy head and light feet. This feeling is not good. This thread must be there, looming, long or short. A wisp of gossips must be found. How long is the friendship between one person and another? It was hard to answer, but she knew that her uncle’s friendship with her would continue to be involved. My aunt died of illness at the age of 38, leaving a son and a daughter, the big one is 15, and the small one is 13. That year was my uncle’s nightmare memory. From then on, he became a father and a mother, pulling a pair of children by himself. Until he grew up, he had a decent job. My uncle felt relaxed. My aunt and my uncle were introduced that year. They had a blind date in a different place and had a crush on it at a glance. In terms of appearance, my aunt was much more beautiful, tall and tall, with big eyebrows and big eyes. In today’s words, she was a handsome guy, temperament gentle. It was this that grabbed uncle’s heart. Jiangsu men and Sichuan women combined their home in this way. They were in Shanghai, the alley house of more than ten square meters, which had witnessed their life for more than ten years. My uncle didn’t want to renew the string, not because he couldn’t find it. He was a technician with excellent talents. He was gentle and diligent. His aunt was gone, and there were many women who took the initiative to chase him. But he just refused. He has been here for many years. His children are older, and he retired. He is a kind old man who loves raising ornamental fish. He can raise two or three catties of Fry that he can’t see clearly, which is colorful, swimming around happily, I like reading martial arts novels and occasionally rubbing Mahjong. The standard retired old man’s life is very comfortable and comfortable. I am 75 years old this year, and my elegant demeanour still exists! My aunt was not blessed and did not see her children become useful with her own eyes. But there is also blessing —- if there is a husband, what should he ask? It doesn’t mean that if one spouse is dead, the one who doesn’t marry or marry is a hero, and there is no intention to praise him highly. Only the parties concerned can understand all kinds of details. One person has rooted another person in the bottom of his heart, and the root system is, if you concentrate on your body and mind, what is this not love. Ten thousand years, do not seek such an oath, true love does not need promise. If a man looks for such a good man as his uncle, no matter it is. Love you for ten thousand years, hehe, now is the puffed formulation, inflation, ten thousand years is equal to one or two days is unknown. It’s still a night of dew, isn’t it? The lyrics of this song are so sour and sensational, but the melody is still a little reserved. Otherwise, how could she spend time worshiping about loving you for 10,000 years. This is often the case. She has ideas and is weird. Now it is said that the middle-aged three happiness — promoted and rich wife died. Those who didn’t get promoted were also in a hurry to find a new home before they got cold. Now people are much more vulnerable. She is a toilet stone, hard and smelly. Self-destruction is definitely a way of living, and it is very classic and traditional. People have the spirit of self-destruction, which may be an alternative independence. 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…

Wheat cooked

The days seem to slip through a trace of sadness day by day, and the summer solstice is coming. After a rainy day, the wheat is ripe. Looking from a distance, a piece of golden yellow, the breeze blew over, and layers of wheat waves appeared. The slender body was bent by the full wheat ears. Not far away, there are also poplar trees guarding the fruits to be harvested like guards. This year’s harvest is good. There are already groups of farmers in the fields, either waiting for harvesters, transporting newly harvested fruits to their homes, or lighting flames to turn wheat straw into ashes and lay a layer of fertilizer on the farmland, and, harvest the fruits and sow new corn seeds. People are busy and laughter is hearty. At that time, the gentle breeze, the jumping flame, the chasing wheat waves combined with people’s laughter, the roar of machines and the crackling sound of wheat straw burning drew a harvest map with vocal music. Standing in the field, I suddenly remembered that when I was a child, my parents went to the field to pull wheat before the Oriental Dew fish belly was white, and then rolled it with a straw cutter, then threshed it with a wheat beater, no half a month is over. Although at that time my parents didn’t face the loess back to the sky, they absolutely deeply felt the taste of a sweat falling eight petals, I believe that my parents will not forget the memory of plucking wheat without looking at the ground. Now, I have become a mother, and my childhood memories fade gradually. My son will not understand the tiredness and hardship of his ancestors, and even have no chance to know the appearance of wheat beater and hay cutter. At that time, my thoughts were flying and my heart was rolling. I could not tell the taste in my heart. Time really changes a lot and takes away a lot. I am rural people, rich children and delicate women living in prosperous cities may never dislike the flying dust in rural areas and the once low farmhouses. However, they even had no chance to experience the fragrance and fresh air with the flavor of soil in their whole lives, and they could never feel the unique honest and simple human feelings of rural people. Somehow, I unconsciously recalled Lao She’s happiness and sorrow, laughter and tears, flowers and fruits, fragrance and color, which required labor, I have a long experience… this paragraph of text is surging in my heart like this. For a long time, that impetuous heart began to calm and enrich under the influence of nature. It turned out that life was so simple that life was not asking for, but giving. Fame and fortune are really just passing by, simple, healthy and safe enough. 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…

Half leisure and half fickle

The long waiting finally waited for an expected result. The waiting days are really half leisurely and half impetuous, as if rushing forward surrounded by spray. When surrounded by spray, the weather is still hot and the sky is still full of floating clouds, burning the impetuous Earth and flowing soul. It seems that they are still sleeping soundly. The picture in the dream of sleeping soundly is sometimes blurred and sometimes clear, which shows a certain cross section of life. The ringing of the Bell immediately stopped the smooth play of the picture. The strange and familiar voice conveys the good news that should be expected, just because of the legend, but not proved by formal channels. The excitement could not be concealed in the dialogue, and the latest developments of familiar people were inquired. The time after the notice became brighter and brighter, and the moment of reunion had really changed roles. The first meeting identified fate, and the reunion made the common direction clear. The leap of identity from the guest to the host confirms a story about sincerity and touching, and may continue to write a new legend about the story. The atmosphere of the first family photo gathering was warm. Men and women gathered together to greet each other, express joy, whisper and share happiness. The leaders spoke one after another, and the field was quiet immediately. The Voice was permeated over the slightly crowded conference room; Sometimes there were Tut sounds under the field, and they would encounter strange eyes immediately. In the meeting hall, the leader’s voice was loud and passionate, which lit the ordinary hearts of the participants and activated the calm hearts of the participants. The passionate words, the applause of fit, the sight of expectation, the free steps and so on all turned into the miraculous wind, gorgeous flowers and standing trees in a small yard. The following days became dull. One side of the cramped courtyard, several crowded houses and several groups of busy people were dwelling in an unusual rhythm, running, ploughing, working and satisfying. When we met, we exchanged politeness, and when we talked, we conveyed sincerity, ordinary and simple. The playground is full of youthful life, bouncing basketball and flying badminton, interpreting the vigorous vitality and boiling momentum; in this way, the unruly personality and restless body of people over half a hundred years old are infected all the time. The little courtyard provides a stage for badminton lovers to show their skills, and the little stage is full of the charm and elegant demeanour of trainers. More often, it is carried out in an orderly process. The leaders do everything themselves, the organic scheduling of departments, the mutual cooperation of colleagues and so on are all inseparable from the fast-paced and efficient operation. The complicated details seem to be magnified, the paper scraps falling from corners will always be paid attention to, and the fragmentary trivial matters must be implemented. Appraisal and exposure complement each other, and criticism and reward go hand in hand. Competition is like the undercurrent surging unknowingly from time to time, and individual enthusiasm can be publicized and released in the special atmosphere. The most eye-catching at lunch. Just like a date that is afraid of falling down, we are chewing the affordable and delicious delicious food while listening to the relaxed and fresh topics, and the time goes quietly with ease and comfort, we also look forward to a new round of meetings and sharing. Everything seems like a dream, and reality can turn pages at any time. September, unusual September! From the mid-autumn festival to the National Day, in a short period of time, the blue sky suddenly became dim, the bright moon night no longer poured silver light, the wide road seemed to be getting narrower and narrower, and the clear steps went forward with a sense of hesitation. Indeed, everything is about to pass, everything will pass! The sudden changes came quietly, which made it hard to resist and seemed to be hard to fight back. I had no choice but to pray to God to bless the home and peace in the future. Although many of the above words are memories, it is inevitable that they are tacitly taciturized and have no time to change their mind. If there is any inappropriate invitation, Haihan will correct it. (2011.10.03) Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

Bowls of looking

If I came out from home, the first thing I encountered was rows of tall buildings. With their solid and huge bodies, they couldn’t help blocking my warm looking. My eyes hit the silver-gray wall, and then I was bounced back like table tennis. I felt the unspeakable anxiety and pain in my eyes and heart. In fact, the buildings in this beautiful Jiangnan town I live in are getting higher and higher. This small town is expanding crazily along the two sides of Shaxi vertically, just like there are two invisible giant hands pushing the wheel of the small town to change with each passing day or prosper. I was submerged in such a hard and dense high-rise Canyon. I looked back again and again ardently, just like the wings broken by the proud eagle in flight, therefore, my ups and downs heart is filled with inexplicable anxiety, anxiety and endless confusion. If I could go further, if I walked to the bank of Shaxi River, suburb or all places with broad vision, my gaze would not stretch too far. I looked here, I looked over there, I saw the blue backbone of rolling mountains, which were far away from me, but they were much taller than the buildings in the city, there is an irresistible majesty and power. I finally wriggled there alone like a worm. I couldn’t see further and more thoroughly. My bright eyes were blocked back, just like some glittering fragments of lightning, they fell sadly one after another. In the narrow gap between the Earth and time, I heard the twitching of my heart and silent crying. I was like a worm that no one found. I wriggled in the flying dust in the world, it seems that I don’t know what year it is. I have been silently looking around and living in the basin for many years. Before that, I walked in the vast northeast plain. In the cold winter in summer, even in the spring days when the seedlings on the fields were not flourishing, I could indulge in grazing my free eyes. I can see from one village to another. I can see the faint and indistinct horizon. I can see the rain in the wandering clouds in the distance and the Sunshine flowing behind the clouds, even later in the vast Northwest, my looking eyes would not easily break like sharp flying arrows. For example, I stand on the top of the Tianshan Mountains, for example, I stand deep in the sand sea, and I am always surrounded by a kind of vast magnificence or generous solemn and stirring. I stood there, like a real person. White clouds were like washing or the sky was high. How important it was to me. What’s more important is that I heard my free breath and heartbeat. My looking eyes are unobstructed, and my looking eyes are like countless soft flying feathers, my looking eyes can reach all directions smoothly. Do you know the vastness and magnificence? It is a sacred place that makes people open-minded and soul-stirring. Even if a person is very humble, he will not feel his humble, fragile and lost as long as he appears in such a sacred place. Just like a grass on a high mountain, it is much higher than a luxuriant tree growing on a depression. My father once lived in a small town ten years ago, but later he never wanted to come again. This farmer, who has worked hard on the plain for most of his life, has been used to the sunrise and sunset there and the birth, aging, illness and death there. He stayed in the small town of Jiangnan for more than a month, and he was also agitated and chattered for more than a month. I could feel that my father was like a flying bird in a cage, which reminded me of my unforgettable experience when I first came to the small city. My father said why there are mountains all around, it is too oppressed and depressed here! Looking at my father’s unhappy expression, I really want to say that this place is the Meilie Basin. This city is built on both sides of the narrow Shaxi River. It is said that the Kuomintang set up a concentration camp here before liberation. But I didn’t say anything. I just looked at my father who was eager to return with the same sympathy. In fact, I know little about the history of the rise of Jiangnan. I just feel that everything here is fresh and strange. But I don’t like the sunrise or sunset in basins or depressions, just as I don’t like the comfortable and closed lifestyle of people in small cities. But I must get used to these slowly, just like a sheep running on the grassland. In order to survive and breathe freely, I must learn to look for food or dream in the longitudinal forest. I thought I had been used to it for so many years, but in fact it was not the case. Just like my unhidden dream, I always dream back to the Great Plains of Northeast China and the Gobi mountains or grasslands in northwest China, where the mighty and mighty of a horse and plain makes me dream. But when I woke up from a dream, I still curled up in the basin, smiling alone or crying secretly in the small city surrounded by mountains. I know how important a person’s position and environment are, just like a frog in the bottom of a well, the sky it watches is so small. Although I don’t think people living in small cities are frogs at the bottom of the well, you can’t deny the influence or shelter of environment on one’s mind. What I said was that I was far from adapting to the world and climate in the basin. That kind of comfortable and comfortable life was no different from a silent murder to my excited soul. In many passing nights and days, I hid under the tall eaves of the small town, looking around or picking up the fragments of scattered eyes. I couldn’t convince myself, so I started to run away or flee again and again. But where can a person in a wheelchair escape? Finally, I came back obediently and returned to the small town to the warm nest. I fell in love with a woman and slept together at night to have children. I found that I was much older soon. In the place where my eyes were blocked or broken again and again, I felt that my grazing eyes finally gathered into my heart sadly, Like a beam of clear icy and cold moonlight, my slow beating heart was deeply submerged. In fact, I am still eager for my blood to run like rivers, and my eyes to fly like soft feathers. But I feel that something has locked me. Is it the atmosphere of the basin or the world in the basin? I don’t want to know, I really want to say to my heart: Do you really want the joy of flying? When I got the affirmative answer, I became more and more trapped. I am want to complete a spiritual breakthrough? I am want to stand on the top of the mountain opposite the city? My eyes fell sadly on the wheelchair in the corner of the room, and my heart began to feel endless pain at that moment. I don’t know when, my hand holding the pen has become weak and weak. What I love is those tender and romantic words. I feel my decline, decadence and spiritual collapse. In countless alternating nights and days, I never took pains to ask myself: Can I still be bold and vigorous in writing? Can I still climb high and look at the mountains? Can I still let my inner blood flow like rivers? How eager I am that what flows out from my pen tube is not pale water, but crimson blood or smelly tears? But it seems that I have already been overwhelmed. Being alone in the bottom of fate is far more horrible and helpless than living in the basin. I longed for the joy of being blown or torn by the fierce desert like a camel in the desert of thousands of miles, but the grand scenery had long been far away from me. I just crouched up in the basin of fate, and my hot prying or looking eyes were blocked by the hard and straight Mountain again and again. I found that I had become shortsighted and vulgar. In the turbulent turbid flow of the world of mortals, who on earth covered my eyes? When I questioned myself like this, an eagle in the distant sky had already folded its proud wings, and I fell down with a withered hand holding a pen, I saw the sad running Red Snow Fox in the wilderness. I saw the sunrise or sunset in the distance, bending my leaning sky and deep in the quiet night, reading Guo Xiaochuan’s poems alone, I found the autumn of tuanpowa which was gradually left out and forgotten again, and saw the magnificent spirit of a poet who refused to compromise to life in the low valley of fate, the quiet blood gradually began to make noise or high tide. When I fell into my dream in the narrow Jiangnan town, I was chasing the sunset of the long river or the lonely smoke in the desert wildly all the way. At another spiritual height there, I seemed to have accomplished a solemn Breakthrough. I was doomed to be unable to be imprisoned or compromised. Even in the narrow cage of bad luck, my fervent eyes would cross over the vast rivers and mountains. 2600 words 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…