Coming to Japan — postscript of running snail

For me, it is a great honor and pleasure to publish this prose collection! Although I didn’t expect her to bring me anything, I wrote carefully on these many days and nights. Therefore, I feel that no matter what the fate of this prose collection is, I will have a kind of joy of being young and ignorant. But at the same time, I still have regrets for this prose collection! In my initial goal, I prepared to finish the 990,811 texts which had been drawn up, including names, themes, contents, themes and so on. In, I returned to the truth, but as a result, I might not use the so-called reasons to excuse my laziness for various reasons, but those reasons do exist and must be solved, I can’t tolerate my consideration and delay. It takes time. Celebrities say: time is sometimes like a sponge stained with water, which is always available when squeezed. But I don’t have the courage and will to squeeze in and use some things, just like you are raped and have no chance to face and consider. I can’t calm down and continue my writing, therefore, it was suspended every day. Writing literature and art after the mood was calm was driven by the psychology of paying attention to the peace of mind. I can’t return to the truth in. Maybe this is the destiny of this prose collection of destiny, and it is also my destiny! But what could give me some relief was that I wrote sixty-two words. Sixty-one first son, in China, when ordinary people reach sixty first son, they will always celebrate their birthday, so the fate of my prose collection may only be the article of sixty-one first son, however, I added a little superstitious color: God gave me an article, and gave birth to an article that took advantage of everything and things. Therefore, sixty-two words were written except sixty sons. Worth mentioning, constant panorama: cease to struggle, earns, over time, perhaps to nine nine Nirvana? Let’s just say that the snail is still running is counted as the celebration of the sixty pieces of my first prose collection! qin yu credited 2012 nian 9 yue 25 ri Imjin year lunar August 10 Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

Ordinary

You and I are both ordinary people, and we must have an ordinary heart. As the saying goes, what is needed to make up for what is needed. For a writer, what you eat is grains and grains. What you have experienced in the course of your life are all human fireworks, various emotions and seven emotions, six desires, kindness, love and changeable heart please remember not to let the works you write make people scared. It is not that others don’t understand you but that you pretend to be profound. Is that necessary? How many real literati and tyrants have written from ancient times till now how many classic sentences have been written? Why are their works circulated till now? Although they have experienced the baptism of literature for years, they are still Eternal not because they only write exquisite sentences, but because their works come from the authenticity, plainness and beauty of life. Only by combining can we get the recognition, recognition and resonance of many kinds of readers. This is a good work. After reading some articles, it makes people laugh and cry or even have no language to use the saliva that literati turn over and over, and wear the gorgeous language that others have used. You are not a politician, thinker, writer, critic, scientist, inventor, creator, you are not a presenter with empty spirit. You don’t have the function of miracles beyond ordinary people. You need to understand Chinese characters. People who can understand Chinese characters don’t fool readers. You will feel tired when looking at you. Literati should pay attention to the cultivation of connotation literature, the cultivation of human beings, the cultivation of the world, the changeable and healthy comprehensive thinking. It is the spokesman of all kinds of human beings and the image of truth, goodness and beauty. People are the pioneers of health and advancement. They are the explorers of human souls, not the businessmen who only talk nonsense and lie and make virtual stories. Don’t forget that a writer is show people’s true spirit and the most practical life. You must speak ordinary language and do the most ordinary things. Because we are all ordinary people, you must write down the most ordinary things in the world. Is a writer Ordinary qualities that must be possessed 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…

Ink landscape words life

Bamboo Forest, small Bridge, running water, colorful peach blossom, endless landscape, misty rain, slightly tipsy poetry. On the steps of the Bluestone, I placed myself in the valley with an oiled paper umbrella. Bathing in the delight of the waterfall, feeling the delight of the fragrance, lost in my own ink landscape and stepping into the city that only belongs to me, misty rain, looking at the bright and gentle bloom of the petals on the branches, they washed away the lead in my eyes, moistened my eyebrows and moistened the blue silk on my head. Poem, gently open the door of its Zhu paint, and let me break into its dusty curtain. Looking forward to the flow, the towering green trees reflected the pink dress under the umbrella. Time has already been drunk into sparkling waves, and the romance has nothing to do with the wind and moon. Facing the ink landscape that only belongs to me, I am silent. Isolated from the uproar and flashy of the world, the Green Mountains and Rivers struggled to tell me thousands of words. It gently leaned against the moon and dipped into the stream, turned into spring water, and flowed to the distance. Bypassing the thick hedge and stretching out my pink hands to stop me, it was still the peach and plum with innocent petals. With a sweet smile, I was drawn into the mountain stream by Su Mo when I looked back. Therefore, flowers on the branches are swaying and trembling in response to this spring. In the wind, some fragrant and beautiful words meet the landscape, facing the continuous spring rain, with its beautiful posture, flying over the skirt of ink landscape, wei sighed that the manuscript on the bluestone was searched by me again. In the wind, I set up a thin plum tree, which was slim and graceful, only to insert it into the Dream of Red Mansions one day, reflecting the ink landscape in front of my eyes. The mountain stream has been foggy, and in the moist fragrance, the mountain is empty and the water is quiet. I, holding the oiled paper umbrella, cannot be erased in the manuscript. No matter in the pleats of ink and wash landscape, wisps of dark fragrance were sent to me slowly, and then they were rippling in the spring breeze. The vines under the green tree, because of the fondness for Zhu Qiang, had been drunk to twist up, then climbed down from the high platform, quietly covering the footprints I just left. The tender poem rising in my heart had been published in the wind shyly. It brushed through the hedge and headed towards the high place of the waterfall. Ink dropped into my heart and dipped in the breeze. I wrote to the rain. Light ink life gently floated into the rice paper spread by the painter. 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…