Miss write day

Miss write day

How long has it been since I wrote the letter? It seemed that I couldn’t figure out a clue when calculating with my fingers. For a long time, I just left it in my memory. I opened the Redwood box, with a dozen of letters scattered in a mess, white and gray, slightly large, tiny, lying there quietly, quietly, as if they were the seeds wandering for a long time, they found a hotbed here. She picked up a letter gently, and the light ink scent overflowed from the yellowed paper, permeating the whole house. Put your hands in front of the window and let the sun of summer pass through your fingers, pouring on the letter. The Elvish characters danced around the waist and giggled. The laughter seemed to be the butterfly words scattered in the flowers, as well as the lute of big beads and small pearls falling down on the jade plate. With laughter, my dream also grew wings when I was young, my mother always stood at the entrance of the village waiting for the postman uncle. When there was no faith, she walked home slowly with heavy steps, like the eggplant beaten by frost. When there was a letter, she could not wait to open it. She smiled and bent her eyes, blushed her cheeks. Finally, she patted my head. Your father was very good in other places. Pulling my mother’s clothes, I thought that believing this thing was probably the way to report peace. After I wrote too much, I gradually realized that the letter contained complex emotions. There is a wish to win the hearts of the people, and a promise from Haimeng mountain that the white head is not separated from each other; I am drunk and eager to sleep and go, and it is hard to find a bosom friend who intends to hold the piano in the Ming dynasty, yi pian bing xin in Yuhu thousands of miles of the lovemaking. Lovesickness, light, dense, short, long, are broken between the lines. Looking forward to it, sweet, sad, bright, gloomy, all settle in a few words. When writing a letter, spread out carefully selected letter paper and pour all emotions into the pen end. Daily trifles, anecdotes of life, new friends, lovely deskmates, and strict teachers all became words on the paper. Sometimes brows knit in thought, sometimes tuosai and stare, sometimes listen. After writing, fold the letter into a beautiful shape and put it into the envelope. My heart is my missing, leaves are my blessing, and squares are my greetings. Post stamps, send the letter seriously, and then wait silently. Counting Days day by day, there are anxiety and worry. I am afraid that the road is blocked and difficult to reach, and I am worried that the other party is too busy to reply in time. Therefore, I had to review the old letters countless times in the uneasy atmosphere. The whispers of the old days seemed to smooth the fluctuations in my heart. When the expectation blossomed and the moment the letter was received, no matter how long the waiting was, it would turn into joy. Open it carefully, for fear of crumpling the paper, read it word by word, and never miss a punctuation. Seeing the letter, he seemed to be sitting beside me. We looked at each other. We talked with each other and enjoyed the wine together. The content in the letter touched my nerves, crying, laughing, arguing and making noise with him. After reading it carefully for three or five times, I was reluctant to cherish it so as to lay a foundation for the review in the future. Compared with today’s QQ,MSN and e-mail, the Mail speed is too slow. However, it is this slow speed that makes me learn to wait with expectation. The messages that were deleted as they went along were too cold; The letters gave life to the cold words. On countless lonely nights, I chewed, tasted and recalled the fervent emotions in the letters. No matter how shy a person is, he will write continuous love on the letter, because he believes that the letter is the best carrier to express emotion. The flames of the war lasted for three months, and the era when the family books reached tens of thousands of dollars had already become history. Who sent the brocade books in the cloud? When the Yan character returned, Li Yi ‘an in the West Building of the moon had only a wisp of soul left, not to mention the letter with chicken feathers can only appear in the movie. However, in the information age where communication is so convenient, I still stubbornly like old letters. I like it carefully one by one, like its stamps all over the world, like its happiness after waiting persistently, like the feelings permeated between its lines there are fewer and fewer postboxes along the road, even if there are, they have been locked. A thick layer of dust blocked the frequent correspondence and the ups and downs in it. It is often heard that in the zero-distance digital society, the relationship between people is alienated. It is true that the words typed by the machine are less human feelings than those written by the heart. All kinds of handwriting, different inscriptions and the distance between lines can read out the habits and characters of the writer. Letters are the communication between soul and soul. I am a person who misses the old, he is destined to always think of the day of writing letters. On every moon and starry night, on the eve of every festival, he will burn a red candle and write a long letter, but who will he send? I have to give my soul 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. 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Waiting in persistence, waiting in waiting

Ten years of waiting, ten years of persistence, when there is only one step away from success, there is a trace of melancholy in my heart. Decade very long. There are not many ten years in life, let alone the most precious and youthful ten years. Waiting for bitter. Life is not afraid of failure, but waiting. The endless waiting is just like sailing in the vast sea. The lighthouse is always in the boundless distance, but there is endless sea water all the time around. Waiting is a kind of suffering, not for the body, but for thoughts, souls and wills. Adhere to hard. Ten years is too long, many times I want to give up, completely give up, give the soul a vacation, to find a relief, a new life. I also thought about a different way of living, and don’t let myself live so dull, so tired, so depressed, and so annoyed. But I chose to stick to it unwillingly. Wait in persistence, and persist in waiting. The days just passed by and never come back. Growing up in the silent waiting, mature in the gritting of teeth, and dazzling, I have changed from a high-spirited youth to a middle-aged man who is slightly pale. In the next decade of my life, I will still wait and stick to it? Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) 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…

My tears are flying

If the running water can turn back, please take me away. If running water can be accepted, no longer worry. If the running water can turn back, please take me away. If running water can be accepted, no longer worry. Some people envy you, free flow. I would like to be you and swim everywhere. If running water is changed to me, tears will flow. If I am clear water, I will not fall in love with this song, it is because I can’t help crying when listening to this song. I haven’t cried for a long time. I have been a crying Ghost since I was a child. The tear gland seems to be more developed than ordinary people. It can gurgle out with slight touch. Now, I am faced with all kinds of hardships in my life. The year I left home without tears, I was only 17 years old. With the dream of youth, I stumbled and ran all the way, countless nights, I came to the edge of Xiangjiang bridge alone and wept silently against the flashing neon lights. I miss my mother, and shed tears of kinship. When I was 18 years old, I began to love my master. I deposited this love into my heart and hid it into a little secret. Just standing quietly under the magnolia tree and meditating towards the master’s dormitory in every quiet night or filled with dark night, tears flooded into disaster. For the master, for the bitter first love, for the secret love heart broken tears. Count carefully, countless tears flow past, for life, for work, for yourself, for relatives, for lovers, for friends may have merged into a small river. How many people do you meet in your life? Or one side of the edge; Or passing by; Or unforgettable; Or stop in the heart. Everyone has flesh and blood and soul, and their bodies exude different beauty. Different character cultivation can cause ripples in their hearts and more or less turbulence. Some people met and hurried past, leaving no trace and taking away all the footprints. Some people touch lightly in the vast sea of people, but they live in their hearts. They want to erase their memories, but they cannot extinguish the feelings they send out. The seemingly casual smile has already boiled in my heart! When I was young, I liked Andersen’s fairy tales, and I often longed for the happy life of the Princess and the Prince since then. The sweet intoxicating feeling was sweet! When I grew up, I was always fascinated by the beauty and romance of Qiong Yao’s novels. The man in Qiong Yao’s works was handsome, gentle and crazy, and that strong love had melted me, intoxicated by the virtual flower before the moon, the dreamy elegant man came to me slowly, tears blurred my eyes. There is no beautiful love fairy tale or romantic feelings written by Qiong Yao in life, only real life. Like-minded 2 personal, very easy to walk in a piece, because common hobby common language closer to each other heart. I think we can’t stay together. How can we have the same personality in a family? Same hobby? There is always only adaptation in the family, only habit. When men and women are speechless by all kinds of trifles in the family, a beauty and a bosom friend will appear. Men feel that their wives do not know themselves and place their hearts on the beauty. The woman felt that her husband didn’t understand herself, so she confided her heart to her blue face. I don’t like to pour out, nor do I like to nag. I don’t have friends of the opposite sex, let alone bosom friends of the blue face. I am such an arrogant and calm woman, rubbing a heart into my heart. The days accompanied by tears have gone away. After 30 years of struggle and struggle in my life, I have become extremely strong! But recently, I suddenly felt some kind of thought in my heart. A shadow always turns back and forth in my mind, which makes me lose my direction. This shadow is so vague, so blurred, thinking, reading, tears twinkling in my eyes! Tears, drop down, one, two, three when the fourth tear drops down, I shivered and broke all the legends about this shadow. Everyone has his own world, there is a sea of Hearts belonging to oneself. Some of the emotions hidden in the spiritual space can be shared with others, and some can only be stored in the heart to accompany the old! Let this shadow float in my heart, floating, hanging, floating, listening to this song in this mood, tears ran quietly along my cheek, it drops like a string of broken beads, very sad and beautiful! If the running water can turn back, please take me away. If running water can be accepted, no longer worry. If the running water can turn back, please take me away. If running water can be accepted, no longer worry. Some people envy you, free flow. I would like to be you and swim everywhere. If the flowing water is changed to me, tears will flow. If the flowing water I am clear, I will not look back. Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) 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…