That year of love letter

The love letter of that year, the Green handwriting and the ignorant emotion, which I read unintentionally after many years, all of which were shining on the yellow letter paper. I like this description. The melody of Jiang Meiqi’s love letter of that year rings in my ears, just like, when youth is about to end, let us again, returning to the best period of ignorant youth, I just want to miss it. There is nothing else to think about. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, I was always full of expectations for the future. In this expectation, I was more or less confused. I couldn’t see the outside world, and I yearned for it, but I didn’t know that step, how much courage do you need. At that time, I always thought that the future was far away, the outside world was wonderful, and there were too many things we wanted to touch. I thought that as long as I went out, those beautiful neon lights and scenery would be in myself. So I always think that the time is faster and the pace of growth can be faster, so that I can reach out to touch the future faster. When time was swaying, leading our steps forward, trenches and valleys, stepping on a winding growth footprint, suddenly turning back, I found that, we have stepped out of the greenest time, the ivory tower and the complicated society. We are no longer the little children of those years. In those simple days, we have classes, do test papers, simply laugh or cry. The children who played crazily together in those years were already missing around us. When we missed each other occasionally, we found that we had watched two different sunny days in two different cities. We seldom write with a pen. Our fingers touch the keyboard more. In a knock, we knock down some words that are easy to forget after that. We seldom read books, even if it appears occasionally, it is just a general omission. When we have passed the age of writing love letters, we will listen to this melody again and listen to the lyrics singing: We have no intention of rereading the love letters of that year, and the time is long and the youth is getting older. The period of knowing each other and wishing each other for beauty that could not be returned all shone on the yellow letter paper. That is youth, verses mark, don’t blame reading Heart will jump. Do you still remember that beautiful paragraph? Maybe the letter to you should have been thrown away. Only in this way can you get what you once lost elsewhere. I always feel infinite feelings about the years, the past, and the people and things I have experienced. This kind of song is always suitable for listening when you are alone. If you are interested, if you still keep it, you can open the box for memory and open the yellow letter paper inside, those immature words float in front of us, carrying the shadow of those years. How many people still keep the love letter of that year, and when I think of it occasionally, I will read it out and read it? How many people still remember those ignorant and young little emotions? When I think of it occasionally, will I blush and heartbeat? How many people still remember those small agreements? About the future and dreams, there are always many common aspirations, thinking that the distant future will surely go forward with each other. Where did the little boy or girl go that year? Have you become a passerby or just a good friend? When there are few years left that can be called Youth on your hands, how much can you miss in your heart? The love letter of that year may no longer have emotions. That he or she has got the future you never gave from other places, and this yearning is only for commemoration, and there is no other thought. 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 remember the memorial ceremony during Qingming Festival

The Qingming Festival rains one after another, and people on the road want to die. — Inscription the annual Tomb-Sweeping Day is coming again, and relatives and old friends around are paying tribute to those who have passed away. When walking on the road, there were often people holding paper flowers in their hands. They took a taxi and left with their heads swung. As a lonely person, I am more lonely in such a season. Since ancient times, this festival has brought sorrow to people, and the emotions that are too late to express in daily life have been found in this day. Men are superior to women in this day, which shows unprecedented toughness. Old-minded people do not allow women to pay tribute to their ancestral graves. They say that they are unlucky. Only boys can burn incense and paper money seriously, put a bowl for serving vegetables and worshiping for ancestors. Those families without boys can only hide some paper money secretly from their parents-in-law in no one’s place during such festivals, just like burning some paper money. The daughter married by Li family became the daughter-in-law of Chen Family. During the Tomb-Sweeping Day, she could only follow Chen family to pay tribute to Chen family’s ancestors, which was the water poured by the so-called married daughter! With the change of the society, this ancient unreasonable rule finally changed. The woman embraced into the motorcade to pay tribute to her relatives, showing her grief in full. Who said that her daughter was inferior to a man, see me change! The sky is far away, the makeup is light, the colored clothes are changed into dark tears and wet shirts! I suddenly felt that being a woman was so painful. It was because of women that there was too much beauty in this world. But was it not us who loved to get hurt most in this world? Gender discrimination makes us feel cold like that. What’s more, those shameless men are talking nonsense that women are like clothes, and they are like wolves and tigers in front of sex, however, how many of our compatriots are heartbroken like this? Tomb Sweeping Day is a festival of memorial ceremony. On this day, there are too many memorial ceremonies, and what I want to commemorate are the scars of the past. I am looking forward to that after this memorial ceremony, they can be like wind, don’t remind me any more, but feel painful! In April this year, the temperature in Liaoyang was still a little cold. I sat in a cold shop every day, looking at the outside world, sometimes I felt very absent-minded and felt that I was in an empty interval, they can’t walk into my world, and I can’t go out either. We can see each other, but we can’t integrate, just like the lonely woman described in a novel I once saw, for thousands of years, I have become the most beautiful scenery in others’ eyes, but my heart which is eager to leave cannot be realized. No matter how far I go, it is silent. I dare not think about how tired I am in my heart. My future is even more distressed. I am groping in a world where there is no way out and never stop! It seems that I have never been young, and it seems that I am always young. It seems that I have always been affectionate, and it seems that I have always been infatuated with it, and it seems that I have always been sober, I live paradoxically. Sometimes I don’t even know what kind of person I will be. I am gentle, affectionate and refined, or pessimistic, sensitive and unreal. I only know that I should try my best to adapt. Qingming Festival, I remember to pay tribute to my past time, though they are not clear in my memory; I remember to pay tribute to my past emotions, though they are not happy in my memory; I remember to pay tribute to the words I have turned over. Although, maybe only I am the one who loves them most, my quiet memorial to them, my own pure dreams, their white wings flapping, it sank into darkness. 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…