The whole summer

After days of drought, I didn’t expect that the rain would be one after another after autumn. Too much rain diluted the drought and the temperature in the air, and also calmed down the fidgety and busy crowd. Nature is also the air conditioner of the soul, which adjusts the seasonal changes of a person’s soul inadvertently. The whole summer is busy, just like the riverbed evaporated and dried by the heat. Even without the moisture and flow of water, it has the gentleness and touch of the wind, and these are the epitome behind the busyness. In another way, the wind told me the trace I had passed. It was not necessarily that my steps could be seen after the rain, or that I could clearly carry my footprints, but I can carve a windy mark in my heart in another way, which makes me remember the heat, anxiety and even pain of a season! What a quiet moment midnight is. There are twinkling stars in the dark sky. The night sky just washed, these stars are more bright and shining, and these are all unknown to many sleeping people. The colorful day always makes one ignore the gloss of the night, just like the simplicity and tranquility after Prosperity and decay, they return from complex taste to single, but they are like intoxicated wind, which can calm and wait for the soul, making the night of the soul as quiet as the washed night sky and carrying light. The whole summer may be spent like this. I remember the heat and dryness of every night, the story brought by the wind from distant places every night, and the occasional lightning tearing a corner of the night, I know it must be somewhere I don’t know, and the people I know are hurting, and your pain is as shocking as lightning in the dark night in my heart, which makes me sleepless again… when a summer goes far away, I pick up my withered ones, in fact, I know that those are what I have to bear. The difference of each of them tells me the same final meaning: life does not have the same superposition, life is even less likely to have the same repetition, if it is the same, it is also our temporary A kind of self-comfort or self-paralysis that you are willing to do. Walking out from this summer, I seem to see the smile of another season. This smile is sometimes an expression when you are sleeping. It opens a door at the entrance of the season, with hope, with the harvest and fruits that can only be achieved after walking, let us smile at the same time, dormant in another season, and then like hibernating animals, waiting for the coming of spring in the long winter, maybe this is just a constraint for me to give this smile, or you will give it another freedom, but those who have escaped from my sight… throughout the summer, I felt that I was a blind man walking in the daytime, and used the warmth of the night to transition the color and illusion of the daytime. Give yourself a river that can go backwards. As you know, when I go backwards along the river, time will leave me the most unforgettable reflection of this season in the water! 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…

If Acacia

I think I will spend my whole life to miss this beautiful encounter. A casual time, a casual glance, but encounter, is a lifetime of attachment. That clear smile, for a moment, stopped, blew away the lonely fleeting time, wobbling, became the most beautiful ornament in my life, and became the final song of lovesickness deeply buried in my heart. I didn’t know what it was, and went deep. In this familiar and unfamiliar city, looking for another familiar and unfamiliar figure is neither earlier nor later among thousands of people. Meeting you is the most beautiful accident. I often wonder if the fate of my previous life was too heavy, how many nights with flowers and full moon, how many late autumn with residual Lotus listening to the rain, and how many festivals with fireworks blooming were all my own. The bright moon is like a lamp, the stars are shining, the moonlight outside the window is bright, the moonlight falls down through the cracks of the plane leaves, the tree shadows on the wall are mottled, and the wind moves and shadows. Inside the room, a beam of Moonlight splashed on the floor, just like a small orange lamp, which was dim but bright enough to shine through the heart. I will always think of you casually at such a night. If I hadn’t met each other, I wouldn’t know that there was such a person who would make you feel so warm and have such a smile. Through the time, it would still make you smile at the corner of your mouth. When I met you, I realized that verses, such as how to say what to die, were only realistic about your thoughtfulness. Your smile and warmth always flow inadvertently, and a slight sigh from you will also make me feel sad. In this way, it touches my heart all the time and determines all my joys, sorrows and sorrows. Who is the passer-by of life, who is the wheel of fate, the endless sorrow of past and present. One day, I carved a face on the wall, like peach blossom, but sad, staring at my face. Will the love carved on the back of the chair be like the flowers on the cement floor, which bloom in the forest without wind. The noise and brightness of the world, the happiness and happiness of the world are like clear streams. In the wind, in front of my eyes, the warmth is like spring water. I have no extravagant hope, I just want to be by your side and never give up. As long as you are happy, don’t be sad, you know, I am really getting better. I hope you are the happiest person in the world, because from the moment I met you, I am also the happiest person in the world. My Poems and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I am only willing to do for you from now on. Let’s go to my favorite Jiangnan ancient town together, watch flowing water families, listen to fishing boats singing late, watch the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and relive the old dream of Jinling. I will take your hand and tell everyone that you are my greatest happiness. 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…