Mood essay

A Waiting is a kind of happiness and beauty. Passengers waiting for the bus under the bus stop, young people wandering in the moonlight, and even mothers standing at the head of the village looking forward to returning. Although they had different results of waiting, everyone had the same mood of waiting. That is to expect the goal to come early. Because people firmly believe that the result of waiting is happy and beautiful, they are willing to endure the long waiting. Only a long wait can make the results suddenly appear happier and more beautiful. It is the best interpretation of the waiting artistic conception after the dusk. Waiting is dance, and the scenery in the dance is more beautiful. Waiting is rain, and the sky washed by rain is bluer. Countless times of waiting constitute a beautiful life, and countless times of waiting are piled up in the beautiful life. Days are also waiting to come, waiting to go. Two If you are going to leave, the days will be long; If you are around, the days will be short. Now, all the days are condensed into a red sun and a bright moon, hanging in my heart. All the days are beautiful because of your constant companionship. There are a lot of scenery in the days, and we are just one of them. I don’t have you, you don’t have me, although life still exists, your heart and mine are no longer blue, no longer colorful. Health and happiness are another kind of life. Although no one will have them forever, everyone believes that he will not give them up easily in his lifetime. Even if your health is gone, you still have a complete heart in the end! Three It rained for several days, making the world much fresher. In the emerald green of nature and the world of emotion, I found the innocence of each other. When the calendar turns into yesterday page by page, life has gone through too much hardship and shoulder the responsibility of family; But you and I still maintain the original innocence and passion, he still plays his own role in the story of emotion persistently. Tomorrow, you and me still have expectations. Even if it rains every day, even if it rains every day, the sun in my heart is still hanging in my heart. The red warmth is full of the atrium. Maybe my emotion has been closed for too long, and love has evolved into kinship with the passage of time; In the bottom of my heart, I lost that warm feeling for a long time until I met you, and this feeling came back again, therefore, the heart is empty and the blue sky and white clouds are shining. I don’t know how long it will rain, I am don’t want to stop. The heart that has dried up for a long time cannot be soaked all of a sudden; The planted seedlings also need the moisture of rainwater. April is the day when my heart starts. Just like every time I don’t know how to make an appointment but it has been established, every time I can meet it, every time I will be happy and sublimate. Thank you for the time that made me meet you. Thank you for having you all the way through my heart. Four The haggard face is hidden outside the sky tonight, and there is no moonlight. Where are you, with a little rain, wet yourself. The heart I longed for couldn’t stand such thoughts and thoughts any more; I closed my eyes tightly, but found that: it turned out that the weather was sunny, and my heart might not be warm; When it was dark, my love might not always want to go out and out of the world, looking at the sky outside the sky, I feel that the color outside the sky is blue or blue, but I can’t walk out of myself, let alone me? Perhaps, this is already arranged, my life has been filled with autumn. I want to go out, but I can’t help myself. There are many times when pain is greater than happiness; Then, why can’t we be happy and happy? Because you have entered my heart and stayed, I have no regrets Five Whose back is that? It appears frequently in my dream, awakening my long-sleeping love. The dim and affectionate smiling face, like the sunny sun in the middle of June, exudes dazzling light at midnight, penetrates the dark and dense original forest, and lights up any place in my heart. I can’t and don’t want to resist it, I can’t and don’t want to hide. The warm and sweet lips are eager to explore the desire in my heart. In the night soaked by missing, in the night when you say love, my cold heart is warmed again. Love opens its wings, breaks through the darkness and leads me to heaven. Our hearts have known and cherished each other, and our souls have melted into one. You are the only one in your subconscious mind. Even if the future is turbulent, missing is still for you. Whether it is wrong or not is just God’s arrangement. I believe that fate will be with us, and I believe that you are another expectation of me. Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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…

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…

Seclusion should in city

Since ancient times, people’s goal of seclusion has been in rural areas. In fact, it seems that the real seclusion should be in cities. The purpose of seclusion is to get rid of the worldly disturbance and live a leisurely, peaceful, relaxed and carefree life. In fact, the real leisure and tranquility are also in the city. The city looks very prosperous and noisy on the surface, but in fact, people’s living environment can be leisurely and quiet. People in the city live in high buildings. There are neighbors, but they don’t know each other; There are friends, but friends don’t come to the door without the permission of the host; There are colleagues, colleagues only meet in the unit, and once they return home, who will do, no matter what happens in your family, no one knows if you don’t say anything. No matter what good things you do or what bad things you do, others will not know. Even if the love between your husband and wife is like honey, the father is kind and the son is filial, and the children are obedient to their studies, as long as you don’t announce it to others, others will never know it; Even if your husband and wife quarrel everyday, as long as you, others will not know that you can read books, watch TV, raise flowers, cook and stir-fry at home. No matter what you do, you will not be disturbed by outsiders at all. The connection between urban people and the outside world is mainly through TV, telephone, and going out. If you don’t go out of home, home is definitely a good place to live in seclusion. On the contrary, living in the countryside is not so leisurely and quiet. Now the land and forests are under private management. If you want to build a thatched cottage, you must get the consent of the owner and pay the contract fee to rent the land, the land of the contractor must be restricted by others, hunting and raising birds on the mountain, planting flowers and grass behind the front hall of the house must be approved by the landlord, and must be supervised from time to time, your every move is under the control of others. On the surface, it seems that you live in the remote mountains and no one asks. In fact, as long as you go up or down, the villagers will know. As long as one knows, after a while, the whole village will know. Living in the countryside is just like living in a glass box. People outside can see every move, word and action of people inside through the glass. The glass is bright, and the environment of the mountain village is like this. One thing happened in this House. That family knows, the whole village knows, who family has several people, who children have to learn, we know each other whose family and whose name. Just like reading books, the countryside is a short article, because it is short and pithy and can be seen through quickly. There are no unknown words, even half of them are not safe. The city is a long masterpiece with a huge lineup. It is not easy to see through it. The characters can’t be remembered completely and the plots can’t be remembered clearly. Modern people also don’t have so much energy to study, therefore, it will always be a famous, long, familiar but unfamiliar book. There are still many unknown words in it, so I have no time to look up the dictionary. 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…