A long-lost life

I never thought that I would join the ranks of bicycles after throwing away cars. It is like experiencing a kind of life, or looking back to some kind of feeling two or ten years ago. However, when you really act, it turns out to be out of control. Love this car is comparable to that of a car, and it becomes more subtle. I remember the last time I rode to work was in the early 1990 s of the last century. At that time, the proportion of bicycles was relatively large, and the traffic was smooth, not to mention the name that the capital became the first block later. Because of the long riding time, the temperature difference between the city and the suburb could be felt. After 9.5, he joined the ranks of motor vehicles and changed to ride motorcycles. Since 2004, he has driven cars. Until today. Time shuttling scenery overlapping seems like yesterday. When I was in the car, I had my own space but was isolated from nature. Instead of paying attention to the change of weather, we pay more attention to the trend of oil price. Check the time when traveling to see if you can avoid the peak period. When there is a traffic jam, I become helpless and depressed. At this time, I want to leave the car alone. At this time, it brings a day of emotional chat without taste. One day I finally had to ride again, depressing my inexplicable excitement. When walking through the streets rolled by wheels for thousands of times. The scenery in front of me slowly felt a little different. Bees were dancing in the flower stamens on the roadside; Dragonflies were walking with you everywhere in the sky; The hot sun in summer circled overhead, the trees along the road were busy opening their arms to attract shade. I hope the summer rain is beating on my forehead. Like a sapling to be replenished, It moistens the washing of rainwater in the dry. Mixed with the wind blowing through the body. That kind of warmth and comfort like the soul. A long-lost life. That is a kind of imagination of freedom. That is a kind of happiness integrating into nature. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

Dumb Night Song

The flying feather of the moon, one flap, one flap falling in front of the window. The thoughts in the heart and the hopes in the eyes cannot be translated into the golden words of the world. Keep this night until the concentration of the night is no longer deepened, until the moon is like epiphyllum withered, until the person who thinks by the case can’t feel himself. Dark Night, dark night, when the Moonlight is submerged by dark, and the Starlight is blinded by heavy fog, those duckweed lying on the ripples, how to endure the cold of deep cold into marrow? The lamenting insects are gone. What can awaken the warmth in memory. Branches and leaves, trembling slightly, forgot the moon’s exhortation. The memory mounted on the cover of the moon has peeled off, so that all eyes cannot see all the expressions of the clear night. Where did the sound of heartbreaking linger on the thread of fate. But hiding in the negative flower bud, it can not get enough nutrition and moisture, blooming warm colors. At this moment, what flows in the river is the liquid which is thick and black, while the shadow of the river on the bank has been eroded by wind and become lingering. In the faint, the ballad which was loyal to love was silent, only the stone of betrayal was thrown into the dry well, the empty echo, and the breath of occasional existence of the exhausted body. The shabby room, full of cold, almost wanted to make the words just implanted in the paper form a knot of ice. Incomplete meaning, incomplete handwriting in ancient books, no matching words can be found as companions. The disaster of that night became a disease of heart, and the declining leaves could also hurt loneliness. So how can one balance the turbulence of the boat of life and make those newly scarred wounds, avoid cold chapped. How can we avoid all the audiovisual crying at night and go to the happy notes. A little bit of light finally vanished without the weight of the night. If so, the trembling body seems to completely lose the magnetic magnet. So we can’t judge whether there is Dawn or whether there is Dawn. Lonely listening to the groaning of the brushed leaves on the wet ground. Yanzhi’s songs can’t lift the curtain and curtain, watch the plain piano, and listen to the piano to stir the pain of the night. In short, night temperature in continued to fall, that night wrapped light, has congealed into seed Jingjing, cold astringent of wind with winter of memory, 1.1 point phagocytic its intrinsic heat. Ah, the cooling sound was caught by the wind net, just like the sadness of cicada in late autumn, and the sensitivity of beating heart constantly. Also see the whole split, filled by the dark night. The roots buried in the deep mud have been damaged by the low temperature in the mud and cannot stretch out. They come to see the best scenery in a year. In the deep of the night, the black paint was so dignified and covered with sleepless people, while the hardship dormant in the deep of thought was like a vast water, which caused waves, what is above the waves? It is the sail of loneliness, which is tumbling, even more like the suspense of heart-wrenching and lung-wrenching. The story of today, which keeps moving away, is broken. I am afraid that the scars that cannot be healed cannot be heard of the thunder of the clouds. Is there still reserved light and heat, penetrating the barrier of the night, repeating the plot of the story? However, the stiff branches can also send out tender joy, and the wind can also lift a warm rustling tree. The rickets body is using his rickets to pick up the omissions in his life. Curly colors and thicker shadows seem to shorten life with the meaning of a full stop. The steady steps, the inharmonious steps, the distorted format, writing the dark and invisible messages of the night, which cannot be copied, have been blurred by the ears. Many familiar people are unfamiliar because of the cover of the dark curtain at night. A person’s bad luck has infected all related people. With the wailing of the provincial symbol, the bird’s feathers were soaked through. Yesterday, the red leaves blown down by the West Wind were still swirling back in the sad sigh. Miss is sent far away by Xiao Guan, how can the dry Willow retain the trace of hurry. The mess leaves the elements of the night. Who recognizes the faint green living in the branches and inherits the temperament of the sun! When the black silence and human shape and human feeling form a huge whole, then the pain and itch will be lost, and the thoughts will also be put in prison; So the glance at the young time will also collapse, waiting will also become sculpture. A person, a lonely person, her blood is frozen, wrapped in the deep thoughts, love. Fossils become beautiful plots in the world. I don’t know whether the night is developing towards deeper concentration, or has it reached the end?! All the sounds and expressions were tightly wrapped by the night, and I was also locked by the cold and black of the night. I couldn’t move or make a sound. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…