About the ten years of that teenager.

Whispers Syria innocence. That young man’s dream, repeated dreams. In the drifting time, the dream raged. The decade. Since I can’t stay in my arms, why don’t I enjoy it while leaving and cry at the same time. Ten years ago, I didn’t know you and you didn’t belong to me. We were still the same, accompanying a stranger around and walking through the Gradually familiar streets. Ten years later, we are friends, and we can also greet. It’s just that kind of gentleness, and there is no reason to hug, so lovers will inevitably become friends in the end. I often walk alone in the noisy cement forest. The smoke between fingers drifted away with the stream of people and died out. I often wear headphones alone and immerse myself in the empty music world. The clouds far away drift away with the wind. Messy steps can’t make a movie. A teenager’s dream, blurred, sad, no colorful picture, just black and white fragments. Only occasionally, the mysterious eyes can’t see the stars. Occasionally, I saw the locust tree in front of the door and the blooming locust flower once in spring. Occasionally, raise the flowers in your hands and show off to you, at that time. Occasionally, stand on tiptoe and look for old photos, one time at a time. Occasionally, running to your arms, separation. Once upon a time, looking at the line engraved with height, it gradually became lower. Once upon a time, touching the mottled old tree, in vain to retain. Once upon a time, I saw faint white hair and looked up at the blue sky. I often dreamed that I ran happily just because I found a seed. I never realized the sense of pride. That picture frame. -Writing, from the narration of scattered people. A cup of bitter tea and a cigarette are all my life. Drifting, the drifting of the heart is uncertain. The distant place is my home, and the distant place is my sustenance. I walked with my head held high. No one would see my smile clearly in the dark. The white smoke dyed the coolness in the night. I suddenly felt a kind of happiness, that kind of pure and clear happiness. A shining and real dream is displayed under the light. Those broken transparent paper pieces, dazzling brightness. Lit up some wet smoke. When the white smoke passes through my fingers, I am always inexplicably excited. Yes, I need it. I didn’t know the meaning of loneliness or its existence before. Nowadays, it is as common as drinking water, which is very wonderful. I don’t know if the distance is OK. The flickering cigarette butt in the dark was a lost path. I want to eat ice because my throat is dry due to too much smoke. The old ceiling fan made a harsh sound, and the cabin was filled with smoke. Close your eyes and listen to the young man’s cry. Ten years ago, I missed it. Ten years later, I drifted. 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…