Lingering wanton butterfly beginning

Another year-end! I will act in an endless stream of life again! It is always extremely cold, and I will wait helplessly eventually. The north wind is cold and hard, the snow is falling, the summer flowers are gone, and the autumn leaves have no green marks, only the frost and snow charm. The extremely cold but red fire also cooled down the sincere enthusiasm. The lingering disheartedly cold, and let the dull gallop freely. Shrink back in a corner of the high-rise buildings, and keep the little residual heat alone, only holding the trace of persistence. The firewood is wrapped in red, and I will release all my enthusiasm! It also burned my coldness. As all black with left author literati, writing Chiaki love and hate, graphic Wanzai and sorrows, style bold Gough leisurely! One day, one day, one year, one year, one year, one life, one life! The years chased forward quietly. It was impossible to stop secretly. How reluctant! White hair and wrinkles have long chosen my sad appearance, but I have been looking forward to it for a few times. In fact, I dislike it most. Cry, laugh, joy or annoyance, who can change time and space at all? There is nothing left in the past, either happiness or worry, sorrow is thick! The year 2010 has passed so casually. Life has not changed. Will life really change? There are only a lot of things: I am worried about my parents’ old age and helplessness, I am worried about my beloved children’s poor academic performance, I am sorry for the poor health of my wife, I can’t bear to pay attention to my relatives and friends. What is more is just busy asking for the unbearable life and struggling for the trifles of life! Online events can show off, add and add a few degrees, and stay a few times! The romance in the legend appeared in the autumn waves of this year, and the dreams in the dream appeared in the morning of September. This may be the only butterfly change in 2010, a little fresh in the lonely year. Having been apart for more than ten years, I hope that I can enjoy the leisure squeezed out by words and the space made by painting and ink decoration. The blue screen flickers you and me, and the Song of Wandering in the Internet shows another kind of prosperity or coldness! One day I opened my eyes and passed away. One year I turned around and left. How many times can I miss in my life? How many times can I turn? Maybe when I woke up from a dream, I was no longer just looking forward to standing on the bridge. I will wave to my heart and let the beauty of yesterday go slowly! Try your best to stamp the broken yesterday! Looking back as soon as possible, stay in the past laughter and songs! When the sun rises again, hold more sunshine and enjoy more warmth! When the smile comes again, it is a little bright, and the pleasure is more graceful! When the space travels again, pick more flowers and plants to make the fragrance more fragrant! When we communicate with each other, we will have more thoughts to make our friendship more accompanied! Can poetry make a dream come true! Can dreams make good poems show off! At the beginning of the new year, I hope there is only new happiness and no new troubles. Meet the new beauty, never leave the old smile. Forever! Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…