Loss of misty rain

I haven’t written things so quietly for a long time. It seems that I have forgotten the appearance of time and the misty rain of fleeting years. Today, I want to write something. I don’t want to be gorgeous. I just want to make my thirsty heart feel a little sweet! I have to sigh the fleeting time, and it is also necessary to be sad that the world is changeable. In this strange society, they left me one by one in an obvious or inconspicuous way. In this world, I am like the dust without ownership, being ruthlessly thrown here and pushed there by this world. I can’t stand the changes of the world, understand the impermanent life, guess the ending of the story, and understand the danger of people’s heart. In this world, oh, no, in this society, I feel like a clown, but I can’t bring any brilliance to this society. We can’t say that we have been lost in the corner of this world, nor can we say that we have not helped this individual for a long time. What is the initial reason why I hate the negative of this society? Feelings? Inner helpless? Questions about the soul? Who knows? I have already been accustomed to the tranquility outside the window, but I also hate the darkness outside the window. Cannot, Dauntless? How many marks can the lost smoke and rain leave on yourself? The rainy and misty year of life is empty. It is such self-abasement, but what can be left after self-abasement? What is the situation of a hurry? How to do it, good or bad? In the end, how could it be? Or leave some relics for the world to evaluate. How much behind the evaluation is deepened and how much is true? The lost smoke and rain, you let me live? How? 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…