Dust in singing

To be bored, all seasonal vividness, using individual wings to make polite condolence, may be really boring, limited space is not enough to release, or it is difficult to let go of some degree of weight, everything is fixed, just like the direction of flies or butterflies. Everything is churning in the dust, the angle is boring but the technique is similar, the time is in the same mood, the morning bell and the drum, according to the old topic, curling in the vulgar dust, curling into clusters of spray, from the beginning to the end, they showed their own postures. The structure is always the same and small. I don’t even laugh at the years and catch clouds and moon, but it comes from the waves that are hard to calm and the waves that are unremitting. I always can’t forget myself, so I often emphasize my tone and fail to judge objectively. Summer is full of courage in the years. When I saw the city, it was paved into roads. Whose feet was that? Who’s Portal? Or back? Sweat turns into a rain and falls into an encounter on the cross street. It is impossible to distinguish whether they are moved or spoken on the stone slab. I have touched rows of water traces and eyes, and my uncertain wishes wandered along with the crowd. My anxiety flickered, and the Illusion turned into the predecessor of the dust, shaking into the rain. Boring, boring singing! Dusty, they get used to it, the plot is so old that there is only one inch of time left. How can I feel? Perhaps it is the rough feelings that make it difficult to cross the boundless and have the dream that the dust cannot give birth. It doesn’t matter. The silence in the ending is simple and tortuous. I am close to the roadside and the front of the mountain. I want to find the fragrant path in a casual mood. This is the flourishing season. How can I find the flowers and plants, it seems that I was moved by yesterday’s image and put my names at hand one by one. Through this state of mind, Miss Can’t help falling down. By the clear stream, we stretched out our feet, surprised by the cool waves, surprised by the faint and quiet light of the summer wind, and the floating wind slowly dispersed. At this moment, it seems like dust is clear, it is full of poetry, gently touching the color of water and the simple chord. The allegorist in the sky was on a trip. I stood outside the Sea of clouds and in the clouds, isolated the noise all the way with a sober consciousness, and only listened to the streams under the white clouds; stretching the light singing voice! 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…

Night

It rained as much as possible. At night, the rain stopped! Turn off the light and lie on the bed quietly, listening to the whispers of the night. The dark air outside the window told the loneliness of the night, without the accompany of stars, without the comfort of the moon, only the unspeakable loneliness, only the endless sadness! Occasionally, a drop of rain fell on the eaves, and it fell on the concrete floor dully, knocking on the trembling sound of heart injury in the night! A gust of wind lifted the curtain corner, and the night inside and outside the house hugged and cried! The same heart injury, the same loneliness, without any bright light embellishment, without a warm feeling. In this way, a heart is surrounded in the night, unconsciously surrounded by this night and its mood! My eyes stared at the night quietly, and my ears listened to the beating sound of my heart carefully. I imagined what kind of thoughts did my brain have at the moment when it came to an abrupt end? Fear, nostalgia, indifferent, calm, reluctant? Or all kinds of thoughts interact with each other? Or maybe it is a kind of relief and relaxation of all kinds of troubles leaving life! Life is really changeable, and we cannot predict the direction of action in the next second of life. What we can do is to improve the quality of life in every minute now, and don’t let meaningless unhappiness and meaningless sadness fill our hearts! All kinds of unpleasantness interact today, and also make all kinds of unpleasantness turn into a part of the night at this moment and remain in the past of history forever. Everything is just because you don’t have a heart that believes in yourself, a heart that can easily let go, but a heart that asks you to die! But I know that after so many years, I know how to live and how to release the temporary unjustified anxiety and restlessness! Life is like this. You inject a little passion into it, and it returns you a little enthusiasm. What kind of mood do you treat it with, and what kind of mood is life! Therefore, despite some unhappiness, it is just the flavoring in my life! I always have great enthusiasm and confidence in life newspaper, and I naturally believe that it will not bear me! I don’t require everyone in life to understand myself, just someone! I will do my best and feel at ease! It is too dark in the society, but the grown-up self is still a simple and silly self. It is too tired and meaningless! This is your fool! How many people understand and stick to it! Night according on! But I turned on the light gently and surrounded myself with soft light. In the quiet night, I opened the diary which had accompanied me for many years! Pick up the pen and talk with yourself quietly, which is the only way to vent yourself. After writing, my heart came out from the cocoon just now, completing a small transformation! Close the diary, put down the pen, and smiled calmly today! After today’s night, no matter cloudy or rainy day, the sun will always rise in the East! Silly you, lie into today’s night to welcome tomorrow’s rising sun! 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…