Autumn night sigh chant

I heard the nightingale’s song from the corner through the thick shielding. The music score was made by the Cold Dew. The night dispersed and occupied the land of light. I also melt, because, looking left and right, I can’t find out whether the shadow following the shape is still following. In the seclusion and darkness, like the sound of bamboo meat, it swam from the deep place and penetrated the diaphragm of the heart secretly. Only by holding your breath can you feel it. Tonight is a moonless night. Therefore, sadness and sorrow are as diffuse as the night. Wu Weng had a deep thought, but he couldn’t sleep. But we can’t find corresponding ways to pick up the gains and losses of our hearts. The so-called bamboo slips and volumes, without the words of awakening, can pronounce, echo the sound of the brain, dredge the stagnation of thoughts. In the dark ink paint, the unceasing worm didn’t listen to me. Its sound and sound were like small serfs, and the seclusion which made the night back and forth was scattered, and become the component of breathing. Even though the star of the sky, the weak sight, can not clearly understand my operating mood at this moment. This is how to calculate the future livelihood. Far-reaching things become more profound, just as the vagueness in memory is as profound as the clear reality in front of us; Things close at hand, in the category of feeling, use magnetic force similar to magnet to operate, it is the same as the feeling, the sense of language is the same, you can find or say it without thinking. Therefore, it was not very paralysed. Some elements of wakefulness, some active psychological images, or the lingering fragrance of the flower of Yao Yao, gave me a kind of spiritual hint. Walking and stopping, looking up and overlooking can all obtain beneficial properties and organize a pair of light ink freehand brushwork. If so, my own voice, for the penetration of the night, there are still traces that are not easy to wipe. In vain, looking for shining colors and whitewashing those words unable to appeal in the dense silence. Because these words have been soaked in the night, even falling off, losing the radicals or radicals, being scattered and disorderly, and escaping from the original. On this night, even if we can collect all the parts of the word, it is difficult to restore the original appearance, persuade all the memories or prove all the memories with accurate order. I thought: if the night is pure, then all sleepless guests will be lucky. On the night of cleaning, if it comes out of the spring at the beginning of the mountain, what’s the harm of not sleeping here? Who is in charge of the key of the night? The thick ink color immersed in the story, while the protagonist in the story covered his face. Weak movements encroach upon the starlight. The Ashes are attached to the lowest dumb voice and dissociated in the state of ghost. The wild spirit engulfed the faint of the night, which was also like a slender vine, pulling the plain clothes of the newly widowed woman. The extremely weak Firefly seemed to talk about the ancient books of the night, but still followed the logic of the night and fell asleep. The hanging of the night was decorated with bottomless expanse, and the Demons were singing Mingyin with their wings darker than the night, and the shadows danced with all their fangs naked. The Heaven is also empty, just the singing and dancing of the immortal class. In the curtain of clouds, in the curtain of fog, all orders seem to be reconstructed. All the colors are out of shape and shadow, returning to the deep layer of the night, and brewing again. This is not an illusion! All the lying and lying lips began to decay. All the evil hands were chained. The Sound of Music and the color of flowers pervade the landscape. Nature is depicting nature, and everyone has a pure heart, happy or quiet. They love each other and need each other; They work day by day and have a rest under the moon. Who can deny the function of time? In addition to laying a deep mark on you and me, time has also carved the epitaph of the living inadvertently. Growth is not a happy thing. When the prominent pictograph and the shrill roar came out, the raw eardrum unexpectedly accepted the fierce shock. If so, my heart suffers from the symptoms of palpitation. The unstable blood transmits this fear to every cell. My introspection has no effect. What do you do if you can’t see yourself and don’t know yourself? Hearing but not seeing, seeing but not hearing, such a one-way, such a incomplete process, can not get the already very stingy reality gift. Hungry, hungry, thirsty, let it lose weight. The simplicity of the Weng seems to be unable to understand the spring and autumn contained in a leaf. At this time, although I could not see the gaunt of the leaves, I could detect the weakness of the leaves, which could not keep a little Crag sound and hold a hint of youthful color. Even if you stand like a thin bamboo, you can’t be familiar with how many years of vicissitudes a cloud can bear. The light of stars is also like waking up or not. Unwillingly, its flying like feathers finally lost its weight, and rested on the surface of creatures, covered with a thin layer. Is it God’s advice? Cool and cold, long, all the veins are infected. The faint fantasy then melted into the Tour of juice. The night becomes a little cold because of its slight coolness. The vocal cavity of autumn insects is less transparent, and there is always stagnation between twists and turns, and there is not enough energy to pass through all the barriers of the night. Therefore, intermittently, like a person who is afraid of the cold and lacks clothes, shivering. Wu Weng didn’t want to talk, and he had nothing to say. Black and White in eyes, right and wrong in heart. They are connected organically. Wu Weng may spend his whole life, unable to interpret the most original black and white, turn it into the motto of cautious life, and let right and wrong choose. Under the sky, there is no voice of sage. All of them are the sense of corresponding objects and the result of harmonic objects. Experience is the fruit of the flower of nature. In fact, right and wrong are both cause and effect; All right and wrong are caused by yes but not, and are not. I wonder if what miweng said is absurd? Like (prose editor: prose online) 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. 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Live life

The sunshine in August has gone away from the frivolous and impetuous past, and it is lazy like a young woman who just got up after a nap. Tired sunlight penetrated through the glass window and splashed on the floor, like a pool of restless water, floating and flowing. The familiar tune was circling in the loudspeaker box all the time, and the music singing in the ear was just like the girl’s low-pitched eyebrows and eyes, which was graceful, implicit and beautiful. Time slips away from the fingers like quicksand, and the kiss of time is printed on the smooth forehead without trace. In the years of time, we are all dust and passers-by of each other in a hurry. The precipitation of time smoothed the heart that was once extremely restless. After thirty years old, he was no longer arrogant, angry, or whimsical pursuit of those unrealistic things, and began to accept the reality calmly, in the fleeting time, who could get what he wanted, hid himself into a dark fragrant plum, enjoyed everything given by God happily and swam happily in the glittering world, simple Life. Holding a cup of green tea, standing on the balcony on the fourth floor and looking down, he unexpectedly saw a camera crew shooting TV plays on the path in the center of the square. Maybe it was shooting a scene of a fight. A young man walked on the road in a thought-like way, and then a young man rushed up infuriously and couldn’t help punching. I don’t know which action does not meet the requirements, the director shouted again! Both of them returned to their original places for the next encounter. Adjust the expression and fight again. Then return to the same road, encounter and fight. It went round and round until they were exhausted. Still failed to express the artistic effect the director wanted. Such a short shot is also a flash in the TV series, but it requires actors to make such efforts. That is to find a seemingly perfect expression, which takes so much time to complete. When I turned back, the restless light on the floor had disappeared, and the green tea in the Cup was already slightly cool. The scene of the fight just now was still in front of us. Suddenly I envied those actors. There were so many opportunities to come back. Life was everywhere in the play and outside the play. If life can also return to the starting point, will we also exercise all the details to show people without any defects! Those songs I have loved, and those I have loved. If the details of life can also be carefully crafted, can life be happier and more refined? In fact, life itself is a playscript, and actors are themselves. No matter how the acting skill is, it is always live broadcast. People who once said wrong words and offended people, directors who don’t give you a chance to come back in the version of life, so there is no room for maneuver in life. Life is just like a game. You should be decisive and cautious in one move. Gestures and gestures are out of print. A slight mistake can subvert the whole game. Life is like a journey without return. Our thin youth is passing through the flowing light like floating clouds. Withering is the beauty of flowers and flowers, and winter is also a hotbed for breeding life. Facing the live scene of time openly and calmly, we play every game in our life well, because we can’t repair the unsatisfactory chapters in our life, so we have to be open-minded, do everything well, deal with things fairly, treat everyone equally, and interpret our life well. When life grows old and the blue silk is dyed with frost, it will not lament that the youth will lose its fleeting time! 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…