qi yue qi day sunny

I had a dream last night. I stood under the blue sky in late autumn, watching a figure like my back drifting away. At the corner, he suddenly looked back, smiled and waved at me, and then disappeared at the end of the path full of poplar trees. The artistic conception of this dream was so beautiful that it was poetic, so that my subconscious mind forced myself to wake up from my dream. I needed a pen and a piece of paper. I had such a strong impulse to write poems. Palpitation, open your eyes, wake up. The fan was still tired in the darkness of the night. I turned on the desk lamp and looked at my watch —- it was just 2 o’clock in the morning, and I secretly complained that it was really not the right time to wake up. Between sleeping or not, 2 am seems to be a disaster for me. If you haven’t fallen asleep before this point in the evening, then you basically don’t want to fall asleep this night; If you wake up at this point, then the night is basically bright. Therefore, last night was destined to be a dawn in advance. Turn over and get out of bed, pour a glass of water to the window, only to find that it is raining outside. It must be a good thing to listen to the rain when people are quiet at night in the countryside. But in cities, there seems to be less charm and sentiment. I closed the window, took a sip of water, and began to miss the smell of soil. Although I was nervous in my dream and wanted to get up to write poems, when I woke up, the poems suddenly disappeared. This may be the most obvious difference between dream and reality. Hey, in the middle of the night, what poem to write! Lying on the bed with the pillow, I began to recall the dream that made me wake up at midnight. There is no need to delve into that beautiful scene any more, because I always consider myself an aesthete. It is normal to dream of beauty. However, it looks familiar, like me, but not my figure. It seems to hide a mystery. So open-minded smile, so free and easy figure, so calm steps, so familiar atmosphere, so strange departure, so, the feeling of separation between God and appearance! Who on earth is he? Where is he going? Why did he laugh at me? Why is he Strange and Familiar? I think I am such a person who loves to get up in the midnight! A dream unexpectedly caused such a broken problem. In this way, this dream slided through the hot and dry night quietly, just like a canal stream, which suddenly infiltrated my bitter mood for these days, making me stare at the ceiling persistently and begin to be stunned. Thinking of my deep attachment to the distance these two days, I changed my QQ signature to a state: the most beautiful time is on the road, and the most beautiful self is in the distance. And encourage each other. Teacher Wang, the chief editor of Western rights protection online, said good after seeing it and encouraged me to be the best of myself. Loli die, a blogger who has always paid close attention to me, left a message after reading one of my poems about distant places, saying: The best time and the best you are always there, now and future. There is no way to change the past, so there is no need to recall it. I am really touched by these warm and sincere encouragement and wishes. I am glad that in my darkest time, there were still people who paid attention to and inspired me to move forward bravely. In fact, I always feel that I am not good enough. Many things are not done well enough, even sometimes they can’t manage their own lives well. Therefore, most of the time, I have a paranoid idea, that is, I will suddenly hate myself now and hope to discard an unbearable self forever. However, I know that, after all, this is a kind of young arrogance. On the continuous journey of life, isn’t every delicate self measured step by step? The true enlightenment is to live calmly at any time and under any circumstances. No matter which stage of life you go to, you should like that period of time, complete the duties you should accomplish at that stage, go along with your life, do not indulge in the past, and do not look forward to the future crazily, life so good. No matter what kind of struggle and challenge we are experiencing, maybe we have only one choice: Although we are suffering, we still need to be happy; And we believe in the future. When a person grows up, he dares to face his true self fiercely. Before choosing, he has a sincere and firm face; After choosing, he has a heart of not abandoning or giving up. Perhaps, there is a detour in everyone’s youth, and no one can finish it for you, but the future is always there. May someone accompany you from place to place. If not, may you become your own Sun. Because, youth is to meet seven of you. One is bright, one is sad, one is gorgeous, one is adventurous, one is stubborn, one is soft, and the last one is growing. Thinking of this, it seemed that I suddenly realized the meaning of that dream. That dream may be the reflection of my current mentality. The figure in the dream may be the self born to the Sun; The beauty in the dream may be the front I need to pursue. In a word, I would rather believe in wishful thinking. This dream indicates that from then on I will not read the past, fear the future, and start a modest and self-sustaining life. I thought about it for half a night, but I didn’t realize it was getting brighter. So I went out to work after washing. When I came to the office and turned on my computer, I suddenly remembered that today was my birthday on July 7 when I saw many friends’ online greeting cards. Looking at the drizzle outside the window, I suddenly felt that today was really a wonderful start. Therefore, I made a wish for myself: no matter how cold and thin the world is, I will try my best to keep such faith and strength as bright, beautiful, simple, pitiful, tolerant, open-minded, kind and warm. Looking back, I played a song called “sunny July 7. After hearing this, my colleague smiled curiously and asked me, isn’t it raining heavily today? Why is it still sunny on July 7th? I smiled and said: July 7th, really sunny. 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…

I and time

Time has nothing to do with me, morning, sunset, you, me… I think we have nothing to do with each other. Looking at the old sun and moonlight, let some people do things, and also make some people frown… some people live great, some people live small, are not all life? We don’t have to care so much. You or you. Nothing will change in a dream… maybe the only thing left is the inexplicable loss and cry after waking up, and finally understand what the lights are dim. The rainstorm came fast, and the journey was also urgent without hesitation. It was determined and determined like time. So as if kamma). Those sorrows and sorrows in youth were not washed away by rain. Calm two don’t involve each other. Those years, those people. The vicissitudes of the sea, the dawn and dusk, see the flower of people’s face, see the pain of people’s heart. The rain inside the window wetted my yellowed letter paper. My memory was connected to the end of the pen, and I couldn’t draw black and white again. Prosperity is still attractive, the world of mortals is ten Zhang, the vast world… it is also my own place. The sunlight is still breathtaking, and the summer cicada screams… the occasional wind is also warm. Looking back all the way, looking around, your backlights, the butterflies scattered in the wind finally broke at the end of summer. The breeze and the moon should be one’s business… but why are people worried about some unimportant things… the stars and the sea are bright, alone, accompanied by the moonlight, and my white hair, Lonely Together, disappeared together. I have been in my youth, is it gratitude… satisfaction… or regret? I suddenly remembered a poem written by Gu Cheng… the time of life is over and the world is very long. I should have a rest in the middle. The one who passed by said: The branch is lower. The one who passed by said: The branch is growing! 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…

Demure woman

I saw that in today’s update, the article of Shui rou was just a woman. I was deeply attracted by the serving text and fixed my eyes on this text. I am at the same age as Shui Rou, and I have a baby of the same age. It is lively and lovely, holding our hearts and giving full play to our maternal love. We are all indifferent, quiet and simple women. Pursuing a plain life, admiring the words we love, we met again in a good mood, so many similar experiences, so many same preferences and psychology, how destined we should be! The first friend of the registered text website was Shui Rou, the first one who gave me flowers was also Shui Rou, and the first one who left me a message was Shui rou. Knowing that I was competing for the name change, Shui rou said that leaving a message could make me get 2 points, so Shui rou left footprints in my Collected works several times every day, which was a very slight move, but it gives me great warmth and happiness! I always pay close attention to the words of Shui Rou, and follow the life plot in the story, either happy or sad. Seeing the sentimental words of Shui Rou, my heart aches. Shui rou has always been my example to learn. If Shui rou wants to rest and don’t write for the time being, then where can I get the motivation? I hope that I can always see the water soft, happy and happy, together with me, together with me to find happiness, pursue happiness, write the words we love! After finishing reading the water soft, it was only a woman who served the words with a heart-wrenching pain. I don’t remember how many times I got up and turned on the computer to write words in the early morning of midnight, and wrote down the thoughts and emotions that suddenly sprouted in my heart. After finishing writing, I felt at ease. The woman who loved words and the obsessed behavior made me pity. Although these are my usual and consistent behaviors, I am fully aware of this mood and have caused countless family Wars. Regardless of how to oppose me, it will only become the motivation for me to work harder, I will never give up for it! Sometimes, a firm woman may be a little scary. I once had friends and colleagues around me talking about me. I didn’t think so. I was always obsessed with it unscrupulously on the grounds of loving words, painful and happy! Words enrich our vision, enrich our hearts, warm our souls, and make our life not lonely or monotonous, but is it not poison? It makes us forget about sleeping and eating, mess up our mood, disturb our thoughts and neglect our families. We swim in the words, enjoy ourselves in the words, pursue the water in the words and get trapped in the bottleneck of our own words. Am I not? I have been living in my limited thoughts all the time, single and indifferent, writing my so-called story of mood and love story that I think is beautiful, and I am still intoxicated with it and never feel bored with it. I read my Collected works again. Although the prestige has passed 200, my heart knows the bitterness and warmth, and my heart knows the sorrow and joy. Finally, I can apply for signing the contract according to my wish, but looking at such ordinary words, sadness is better than joy. I can’t change my own words and can’t walk out of this bottleneck, what qualifications do I have to apply? Juanzi suddenly realized when she read the words with soft water! Maybe I knew it clearly, but I just didn’t want to admit the bottleneck of my writing. I didn’t know what I wrote? I want to broaden my horizon, think more and realize more! But, can I? Leaving the computer and walking out of the office, I stood up and stood in the logistics park full of trailers and forklifts. I took a deep breath in the sky. The weather in spring is always like this, either the rain is falling or the sky is dim. Is it a crying baby when spring is difficult? Sit back to the computer. Spring is coming. Azaleas bloom. I like azaleas best. Can I change my mind and write about azaleas? Thinking of this, I couldn’t help feeling delighted and finished the submission with all my energy. The process of waiting was tangled, restless and anxious. After the publication of “I am Azalea”, I saw the editor’s note of Suizhong editor, and I was really crying in a mess, far more touching than my words! The author compares himself with a azalea and expresses his yearning for spring and a better life in the form of a monologue of Azalea. The azalea is not only beautiful, but also brings people pleasant enjoyment. Moreover, this Azalea also has a grateful heart, which reveals gratitude for life between the lines. It is very contented and optimistic, it will also bloom beautifully! The writing of the article is natural and smooth, and the lively emotion jumps in it. There is no nonsense of moaning without illness, except the luxuriant and accumulated coat. In the editor’s view, it is a gorgeous turn and gentle transformation of the author’s article style. Say hello! After crying, I calmed down my mood. Although the words couldn’t be refined, I felt happy. Happy life and happy writing were exactly what we pursued? Entering the collected works of Shui rou again, leaving blessings: Shui rou is at the same age as us, and our little treasure is also at the same age. Do you think we are very destined? Wish our family happiness forever, Xiaobao health forever, and wish us beauty forever and never grow old! We are all so quiet women, not flatulent, not hypocritical, not artificial, just for a simple life, quiet writing favorite words, so good! 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…

Missing Heart

I will continue to stay with this city in another way 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…