So this is happiness

Sitting on a bench with the color of sunshine, enjoying the subtle breeze, bathing in the bright sunshine and enjoying the misty drizzle…… The wind swept over the lazy leaves in the afternoon of summer, which attracted the swaying green. The sunshine poured down on the moist grass, causing the slight yellow color. The rain drifted through the people strolling in the evening in exchange for the little moving White. When the breeze passes by, the sun pours down and the drizzle passes by, it instantly becomes a kind of happiness. I like walking in the afterglow on summer evenings. Farewell to the hot summer atmosphere, leaving us the long-lost refreshing and cozy. Our Shadow becomes very long, but the peace is disturbed by the already sparse tree shadow. The wind gently stroked our narrow face, as if the loving mother kissed the lovely child, and now brought us into the inner peace. I like to bathe in the mild sunshine on summer mornings. The sun shines on my face, not the sun, but a feeling of comfort. Sunshine seemed to be a cheerleader, lighting up the yellow world with his enthusiasm and awakening the wonderful dream. I like to overlook in front of the window in summer afternoon. The drizzle like ox fur restrained my desire for control and replaced it with sporadic Crystal dotted with the dream of no one. The temperature inside the house put a layer of gauze on the window, and the scenery became gradually blurred. Whose scenery is this and whose dream is this? Sitting on the lengthy armchair, feeling the frivolous breeze, breathing the fragrant air of the soil, and overlooking the curtain made by the rain in front of us, it turned out to be a kind of happiness. 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…

If water night wei wu drunk

The drizzle scattered all day like gossips still made me feel the coolness in summer. Or it is related to mood, I always feel that this summer is cool and cozy. For people living in cities, there is only the difference between cold and hot. The sky is always the same sky, and the buildings will never change the gray piled up by steel and cement, the road will never change is the endless road. Seasons seem to have nothing to do with cities. The bright seasons and colorful colors just belong to the wilderness outside the city. The noisy city finally quieted down. Instead, it was the deep sky inlaid with bright stars. A bright moon held the stars and moved slowly in the night sky. Occasionally, there were several clouds as thin as cicada wings, like smoke and fog, trying to secretly veil the moon, but soon they were torn apart by the moonlight, and the stars scattered in the sky. I am used to strolling on the winding path paved with cobblestones by myself at such a night, with the charming moon hanging upside down in the sparkling river; the swaying willow branches stirred the water surface from time to time under the instigation of the soft breeze, and the tiny ripples turned out from Circle to circle; The flickering light of ships berthed on the water nearby could be seen faintly, there were also fishing songs which were not very rhyming with the smell of the river floating in the wind; The low whispers of insects came from the grass intermittently. A moment of warmth came into my heart, and I knew it was the softness of white clouds shaking off, which covered the noise of the city and the quietness of the night, slowly gently gently gently moistens the wet heart …… life will always meet a person who has nothing to do with oneself at a certain moment without warning. Therefore, there are beautiful words such as meeting, getting to know each other, knowing each other, loving each other, wishing each other, depending on each other. This person may become your friend, bosom friend or confidante, bosom friend, etc. No matter what kind of relationship, since we met, it was fate. Therefore, Zhang Ailing met the people she met among thousands of people. In thousands of years, in the boundless wilderness of time, there was neither one step earlier nor one step later. It happened to catch up. There was nothing else to say but a gentle question: Oh, are you here too? The touching verses of swinging people’s feelings. Under the soft moonlight, I can talk with such a bosom friend with my heart before and under the moon, or even without saying a word. I only need a look, a movement, and even a silent branch language, and they will understand each other. When you get carried away, sometimes you can also be full of poetry, sing a song of breeze and bright moon, and you can never use it. The mountains and rivers are like each other and then you can smile with each other. What kind of artistic conception is this situation. Drunk, drunk, drunk Moon, drunk wind, Drunk Heart …… I always like quiet me, always like to dream in such a night, such a moment, with the breeze and bright moon, A light smile hung on my face. I like this night, the river is transparent and clear, the waves are calm, and the artistic conception is high; I like the taste of the soil, which is natural, simple and real; I like the tall and magnificent shore of the tree, which is gloomy and colorful; I like the faint fragrance of the flowers and plants, refreshing my heart and refreshing my spleen, with various postures; I like the soft and warm night wind, touching my cheek lightly and lifting my hair gently; I like the tender and hazy moonlight, I just want to put this hazy dream into my sleep, and then make it into a kite by Dream, twist my thoughts as a thread, and fly in the sky of tomorrow…. 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…