My humble place (the other one)

Last night, I dreamed of my grandmother, who was very peaceful and warm, as if it was not a dream, but a reality. My dream is always full of sadness and tears after my grandmother just passed away. Later, it turned out to be fear and fear. Now it is as kind and real as daily life. When my body and mind are extremely exhausted, I fall asleep at night, and I will be comforted by fragrant dreams. After a long journey, I finally lived in a narrow hotel after a hard and difficult running. That night, I fell asleep as soon as I touched the pillow. That night, I dreamed of Grandma again. Therefore, I knew that it I am time to go home. Grandma, I’m tired. Grandma, let me go home with you tonight. It turns out that family affection can really surpass the boundary of life and death, convey love and hope to the living people, and give us the power to move forward. Once you say something about your missing, you will inevitably feel a little melodramatic. However, when it falls on paper, it will always feel superficial. Only silent in the former emperor, buried deep in the memory. It is the safest and most reliable existence. (Ii) my humble place the general appearance of life is not poverty and desolation, but wealth and abundance on the contrary. It is even an absurd luxury. Therefore, we always make our appearance bright and bright to cover our inner humbleness. Only primitive people agree that they are an animal and have the souls of leopord, Tiger, Eagle or lion. Primitive people combined themselves with nature, and they never wanted to conquer things. I just hope to live in harmony. As for their books, lions are spirits, Tigers symbolize reason, leopards symbolize life. I dare not tell my humble points easily, just as I can’t tell those beautiful things. Indeed, how many people dare to look directly into their hearts? We want to own, but we are afraid of losing. We want it, but we are afraid of giving. Human beings always suffer from gains and losses in this way, and suffer from the ups and downs of life. But you can’t watch the beauty of all living beings like birds, and have a vast heart like the sky without planting or accepting. I like wind, clouds, trees, lakes, grasslands and mountains. I live in nature and feel my humble places one by one. When I was lonely, my humbleness was even more exposed. I am afraid of loneliness. No one will like loneliness except God and beast. Some loneliness is wrong to say, and some loneliness will cause trouble if it is broken. So we can only keep silent, in the infinite time and space. I look down and look up for a lifetime. Smile and meditation solidified into a stone statue, between sadness and comfort, between dream and wake up, between you and me, fall, fall, falling whenever you look at the back of those people you once believed deeply, or hesitate to the indifferent attitude of the people you love deeply. You can try to put aside depression and think about this sentence. All people are an independent individual. Repeat this sentence in my heart twice, three times, or even more times. In fact, everyone is lonely. Time runs counter to memory, and the deep thoughts drop into tears. Looking back at the previous life, we will meet each other in this life. It will take several rounds and several rounds of kowtowing wishes to make Lotus a happy ferry. And every sentence I wrote down is not a confession of my mind. Every tear I shed is not the vibration of my heart. I dare not tell my humble points easily, just as I can’t tell those beautiful things. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

Fishing alone

One person, one Pole, one hat, one chair, a gentle and rainy day, fishing alone by the river. Fishing alone is a pleasure. After experiencing the hustle and bustle, it is another kind of life to calm down and fish alone. Or the sky is high and the clouds are light, or the rain and the wind are drizzle, forget the troubles, let go of everything, blend in the nature, love fishing and accompany with the mountains and rivers. I am free and unfettered. People who have never experienced it don’t know. Fishing alone is a kind of waiting. Waiting for bitter. I don’t smoke, but I can’t help lighting a cigarette when I am alone Fishing. I watch the cigarette burn slowly in the curl of smoke, thinking about the problems that it is difficult to calm down and consider at ordinary times, thoughts can take you far away. In fact, life is not a single fishing. More often, it is waiting silently. However, as long as there is a fish in your heart, the longest waiting is nothing! Fishing alone is a kind of persistence. The fisherman is not for fish, but for fishing. Many people found nothing after waiting for a long time and chose to give up. But there are also some people who choose to stick to it silently. Even if it is still in vain, there is still no complaint or regret, because only real fishermen can understand the process of fishing, just like Waiting for Happiness in plain, it is the most rare spiritual wealth in life. Fishing alone is a kind of artistic conception. At the moment of striving for fame and wealth and striving for wealth, it is not only a kind of feeling, but also a kind of artistic conception to have leisure and leisure to fish alone beside the river. The wind is singing softly, the rain is lingering, sitting alone by the river, detached from the secular world, leaving no intention to leave, and overseeing the clouds outside the sky, it is no different from practicing in the world of mortals. Fishing alone is a kind of character. Many people are afraid of loneliness, and even more afraid of tasting loneliness. It seems lonely to fish alone beside the river, but the solo fisherman is not alone, but tasting loneliness. Only by enduring loneliness, enduring loneliness, being cautious and cautious can we not lose ourselves in the red wine. Instead of going with the flow in confusion, you might as well learn from a real fisherman. If you fish alone by the river, you will realize many different things. 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…

Rainy Night cloud

On a rainy night, what else can I hear except the sound of rain? Night, it is black. The rain is also black. Black, boundless, everything is surrounded by black. Here, not everyone can perceive the effect of his own behavior; At night, some components of the crowd begin to dissolve or dilute, melting the fishy smell of a little rain, floating, not the smell of flowers. Besides, there is no outline at all. Black, breathe in the way of wind, walking like shadow. Useful? Useless? Good? Loss in what? All the doubts spread along the meridians of the night with the color of the night. The sound of desire, the step of desire, harmonizes the ink paint in the vault. Ink paint, is the ink Paint Saving Light like black gold? However, there is no way to ignite. Therefore, black paint is still the original chaos. Let alone the darkness of night, it is the initial form of light. With it, the miweng smelt the hidden smell at night. I thought: how much capacity does Black have to absorb and save until it turns into a symbol and becomes a huge psychological hint, and people unconsciously sink into it. Black is not a kind of distribution of audio. How much energy can the resting light derive from it? Many atoms are not waiting for the moment of fusion, are they?! Black makes light light, or it is the background of light, or it is the mother of light, which has corresponding reasons. Black ink is brilliant. Wu Weng, began to lead his own thoughts. At this time, the light sleepless and deep sleepless people lost their hearing because their ears were soaked by the darkness of the night, and even closed the window lattice of illusion. Even though their lips and teeth are still creeping slightly, gnawing or biting. Sentences in old dreams cannot retrieve the corresponding stories and explain the blindness and hesitation of their behaviors. There is no connection, and there is still no connection. Just like the teapot, there are several cases, while the teacup is in the cabinet, the tea is still the new bud, the water is still the mountain spring flowing in the mountain stream, while the people who want to drink tea are in the fetters. They are different from each other in different spaces, such as scattered letters, which have not yet formed a syllable, becoming an image that may echo and can express a complete word meaning. If there is no change, we are just numb. If we can’t feel the pain, we are just in a painful state all the time. I tried to breathe as usual, black, which is a kind of sound absorption device. Even if my Chinese wandered through it, I could touch the expressions of vibration and black in the night, it can perceive the overflow of some substances, but it cannot approach its boundary. Although there is no overturn, there is no annihilation, silence and sound, both have the first opening or closing, or stand far or near in the subjective domain of people, but in daily life, demonstrate my behavior in the form of light. It can’t be said that the night is blocked, otherwise, how can many objects start people’s thinking and make accurate judgment on the upcoming reality! Mixed images and messy light and shadow are making plays of night rain. Everyone, every awake person, every person, no matter in peace or embarrassment, is collected by the broad plot, creeping along the details, and also thriller in suspense. Even if you can’t see each other’s faces. However, they are still mutually resisting each other, avoiding getting close to each other’s bodies. Even use the ink of the night as a barrier to avoid the coagulation of one’s breath and others’ breath, and avoid disturbing each other with the pounding of heart. Will there be any form of reduction? The original paper is stacked, and all the pictograph, understanding and imitation will be restored to the original again, and no other meanings will be generated. The sun is the Sun, the moon is the moon; The mountain is the mountain, and the water is the water. Soil is soil, and land is land. I can’t see the shape of the rain, but it hides well, and it is even everywhere. If so, Wu Weng also dispersed the voice. I don’t know, which one can hear clearly the words mixed in the night and in the rain? Only with the stain of rain, who can distinguish what is the component of sound. A split flash of electricity tore the mottled night. Wu Weng, with a glimpse of his eyes, don’t paint the night deliberately. In fact, any retelling or annotation of it is only a trick of skin and watch, but not as good as flesh and bone. Therefore, many experiences have been tampered with, mute, and lost the lips of appeal. The pale paper, the infiltrated ink, and all the things I heard and witnessed were not loyal to the reality. The real situation, however, is between heaven and earth. Everything follows the physics, rebelling against human desire, forming a lasting weak confrontation. What’s more, the words which were intended to be immortal were engraved on the stone and dismembed, leaving incomplete strokes, moaning or crying. As for what is being deleted at night, what is being added, and whether there is any trace of it, anyway, I have been completely passive. Even if it is not a machine, you can use the fault as the reason to get the rest time when completing the instruction. The water of the soup, the flow of the soup, and the unfinished leaves were taken off by the wind, choked in it. But sometimes, Shiran: that leaf is the shadow of the heart, otherwise, why does it take the heart as its shape? Embarrassed, embarrassed, aggressive. Have you ever damaged the order of the night? Have you ever changed the density of the night? At this moment, the Thunder burst and the light dazzled, shaping the black in the shape of fear. A few days ago, the air did not flow, and it gathered in the heat and did not disperse. I wanted to steam people and stew people until it fades. The mess that could not be picked up can only be figured out after the rain of Hou touched. After all, there are loose cracks in the night, and green buds can also grow, collecting the light of his day to eliminate the darkness. The rain in summer does not need to be brewed or promoted for a long time. After a long time of Yu Qingjiu, he suddenly fell apart, which was in line with people’s subjectivity. According to people’s expectation, he was crackling and knocking just like the words of Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty, calling on the sleepy soul. If so, the sudden rain in summer will always drench some people without cover. It can’t be said that the thickness of the night, the figure of the appointment is enough to pass through. The hidden night elephant connects with the drops left in the memory and fights with each other. If so, outside the sound, outside the bright elephant, a kind of dark matter, with rays outside the consciousness, hosts the depth of the night and indicates the direction of the listener’s thinking. The night fire, which is easy to be ignored, sinks in the new of Xu Xu, and turns into the illness that is easy to be felt. However, the wounds that were not alive still hurt secretly. A pair of wings flying from the thought engine rushed to the predetermined light, but it was dissolved by the night soon after passing. The waiting encounter will never happen. And the glitter of the stars hanging on the various ways of the night was washed away by the rain. However, the stream of soup that cannot be filled, supplemented by other forms, fills all corners of the night. It seemed that it was not clear about the knowledge of the nature of returning to the Soviet Union. What posture would it take to appear in the following day’s impressiveness. At that time, the weak voice connected the ambiguity and muddling between Tianyang. On the other side, there seems to be a spear of confrontation. For a fresh order. All life seems to lose profound intellectuality. And the dormant seeds, bitter and other opportunities for germination. The concept of losing packaging and having no new ideas is still sticking to the original essence. It is just in the inconspicuous and vanished with some relics. The unfamiliar face, with a familiar smile, conveyed Yi Xie. However, the familiar face shows a kind of embarrassment to avoid, and there is no way to help. How can we deal with arbitrary theories? Because he spoke with gunshots. The voice that cannot be understood is overflowing. The faded color has been like the old rubbings, which are gloomy, cloudy and astringent, losing the most basic elements of life, and narrating the most primitive vicissitudes with different grammar. However, all the actors and actresses have escaped from the bondage of the plot and performed the joy and sorrow that had nothing to do with themselves. They became the freest elements, discarding props and masks. Looking back, looking back for a long time, there is no complete plot, which is shrouded in a decadent climate. How to reach the other shore with stumbling steps. Ah! Are there any clear eyes? Are there any ears that have never lost hearing? In the night, the shadow of the fall finally drowned in the darkness of the night. And the soul, which was covered with a layer of clothes, also sang with a faint breath, mixed with mist to the silent and colorless low song at night. Similar colors, dissimilar states, similar states, dissimilar colors, never tell the most secret things. Scattered sentences seem to lose the restraint of grammar, with the breath of the disabled and coughing. The intention of losing was to escape before the curtain call. The sad flowers blossomed, and suddenly thanks. This does not mean what changes will happen in the days. The constant mind upholds the will in obligations and responsibilities. The establishment of Mongols is the gaokang of the night. Thunder rang, rolling and approaching, suddenly, empty and lost. Call with signs. In the daytime, organized singing eulogizes the non-religious religion with empty voice. The flowing red cannot hide the bloody violence. In the high-pitched, the revived hero, in the form of background, floats and plays tricks on people’s mind. Ignorant people, sing, drum their cheeks with their vital capacity, and sacrifice with their inflated lips. Wu Weng, from their expressions, heard their most real heartbeat. Wu Weng, slightly close to the eye, false to imagine. The performance is not the end, but the end. From the actors’ expressions that had not been removed together with makeup, they clearly perceived that their hearts were still continuing the story. They are still living in the plot, and they are still bearing the pain and sadness of some characters. People whose consciousness is raped are numb, which is the same as the props of drama, but only foil the so-called vanity. It is tedious, just the flowers collected, which are confused and confused, but not the way forward, leading people to the real and simple spring. If so, when tired singers are silent and speechless, their greatest harvest is the emptiness of spirit. Hungry, but no real food; Thirsty, but no pouring of Clear Spring. This is an era without idols. People are just humiliated by rights and money and become their slaves and captives. People are constantly losing their authenticity and becoming machines. While Idol is just an uncertain suspended Phantom, not a spiritual extraditor. The new superstition stole the enthusiasm of idealists, and also won the enthusiasm of opportunists. The ancient idols kept peeling off in people’s minds, and their slight ideologies were also depressed one after another. It is just like special effects in myth, and will not inspire people’s life too much. People begin to lose their reading eyes. It seems that all the papers are no longer bearing history, but only some colorful colors. The rain was louder. After the flash of electricity, the loud thunder was buried in the dense night. Yes, at night, isn’t it a huge tomb? Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

网海识人(二)

网络朋友 鄙人上网多年,无甚收获,游山玩水,东游西逛,交友广泛,损友诤友聊下一大群。 物以类聚,人以群分,多数网友分道扬镳,各奔东西。唯有福建的杏花雨在QQ上保留下来,建立了深厚的友情。 夏夜,一人独自在各大网站进出,感兴趣的散文小说杂文很少,漫无目的散乱的点击。明要新课,还是准备教案备课吧,点击优秀教师网站,《背影》的教案详细生动,下载出来,作者是江南杏花雨。Q号附在文字下面。终于找到我渴慕敬仰的作者了,立即加入好友。 两天后,杏花雨上线。我名,天涯过客。友好的聊起来。 天涯过客:制作课件是件很费时的工作,你的课件制作精细多变,看来你下了很大的功夫。我转载下来,去上课的时候得心应手,我成名师啦。功劳一半是你。(我送去一个微笑的表情,夸奖的效应立竿见影。) 杏花雨:认识你很荣幸,得到好评,多谢啦。 (在没有了解对方的心里情况下,我不敢轻易乱说。) 天涯过客:每天上课语言乏味,学生听课没兴趣,感觉自己知识贫乏,新鲜的观点灌输不进课堂,你是怎么让自己充盈饱满起来的?你是名师,你有什么方法? (要想朋友嘴里吐真言,自己先可屈身降低,抬高朋友身价,我又送去蛋糕,西瓜之类的图像。交换可以使东西增值,送礼能以小易大。) 杏花雨:你每天在网上多看文字,少聊天,散文网站,乌有之乡,教师网站这些都是有益的网站,可以从哪里吸收新鲜血液,汲取营养知识,多看多写多练提高自己的文化素养。 (礼物没白送,吃人的嘴软,拿人的手软,收下礼物,就能办事。指点给我的网站进去看过,固然不错,因为我开始上网,对网络认识不够,人生地不熟,茫茫网海,不知那个能容我身。) 天涯过客:朋友你好,第二单元的教案没写出来,不知道如何下手,你不是刚讲过吗?说说我听。 杏花雨:你怎么知道我才讲过的? 天涯过客:我和你是好朋友,是你肚里的虫子,怎么就不知道呢!我昨天梦见你讲过啦。 (幽他一默,激他一将,诈他一回,起到意想不到的效果。) 杏花雨:好吧,我给你列个提纲,重点段落分析结构,然后你整理顺序过程,仔细读几次,反复斟酌词句 天涯过客:谢谢朋友帮忙。 (认识朋友的过程:恭维夸奖,送礼信任,索取汇报。) 天涯过客:在认识你以后,价值观,人生观,生活质量发生了很大的变化。交友观有了改变。 杏花雨:真诚待人,做事细心,认真,无为之处方有为。缘来举手相迎,缘去拱手相送,随心随意,结交四海之朋。 天涯过客:为朋友的事情着想,为朋友的困难出面仗义解决,得到朋友的亲近才能与朋友长时间的相处下去。 杏花雨:交友要交心,却不可言过其实,表面敷衍,也需要朋友的信任与赞扬,人无完人,任何人不要以为自己高尚鄙视对方,每个人都有过失意与彷徨的苦闷。 天涯过客:面对朋友的缺点要容忍宽容朋友,学会包容朋友,反省自己,不要把自己错误的观点强加给朋友,偏激错误的观点往往与朋友不合拍时,容易产生摩擦误解,造成心理阴影。 杏花雨:认识我后悔吗? 天涯过客:时常想起你,好想与你聊,谈天说地,没你时,我寂寞无聊,认识你我笑口常开,你的学识,你的才华感染我,我唱给你一首歌:《朋友》朋友朋友啊朋友 你可曾想起了我 如果你正享受幸福,请你忘记我 朋友啊朋友 你可曾记起了我 如果你正承受不幸,请你告诉我 你可曾想起了我 如果你正享受幸福,请你忘记我 朋友啊朋友 你可曾记起了我 如果你正承受不幸,请你告诉我 朋友啊朋友 你可记想起了我 如果你有新的,你有新的彼岸 请你离开我离开我 特此献给我最好的朋友 你可曾想起了我 如果你正享受幸福,请你忘记我 朋友啊朋友 你可曾想起了我 如果你正承受不幸,请你告诉我 网络朋友,真诚坦白,我的心理从现实中人与人之间的相互利用欺骗走出来,心理从阴暗面走出来,阳光的心态对待朋友。 认识杏花雨后,我对友情有了深刻的感悟,上网近十年多的日子里,我们彼此祝福对方,互相问候,阳光灿烂的面对对方,很轻松很开心,敞开心扉,聊人生,聊工作,聊两个地方的生活方式,饮食起居有什么不区别。有时倾诉喜怒哀乐,有时也互相欣赏,产生倾慕心理。友情像一杯清茶,淡淡的清香,像天上的白云,自由飘渺。通过网络认识的遥远的朋友,真实而虚幻,虽然未曾谋面,但是心灵想通,把孤寂荒芜的心灵牵向更广阔的世界。 网络知己 网络凭借的是文字相交流,以文会友。谈吐中机智深刻,犀利幽默无不显示才华,在华丽的语言诱惑下,你想进一步知道对方了解对方,走进对方心里。网络中与云中漫步相识,心里产生了一种敬仰渴慕的心里,伟岸的俊男,气质儒雅,严肃中透着飘逸,潇洒中洋溢着高贵,视频过后,呆了,傻眼了,梦中似曾相识,见过,下网以后,心海回味激荡,幻化出无尽的想象。 云中漫步: 网络人间,伴谁与共 ? 红豆相思,又种心头。 同浴斜阳,为我凝眸 。 天将晓,情难了 。 聊天时,一句一句的情感浓厚的诗句发过来。 空中浮萍:自己心中的思念之情,千种情结萦绕心中,流淌指尖。在这里我看到了爱神,对爱情的追求很执着的那种真情,至爱之情,那不是放纵,而是克制。 云中漫步:月能圆,人可聚,是何时? 空中浮萍:愁肠百结,期待聚期,但愿我们能相聚,相识与网络,牵手与现实,与君想见会有时,我在安慰着对方。 云中漫步:诗成无寄,却与谁诉? 空中浮萍:内心苦闷忧愁之感,无法言表。我难道不是你追求的理想中人吗? 云中漫步:帘内抚华筝,指传弦外意,奈谁听? 空中浮萍:愁怅知音不能相伴相随,让琴弦传递离愁心思,好事多磨,无缘终了,无奈中,互相忘记,让生活继续吧! 云中漫步:孤单谙遍愁滋味,渺万里,何时会? 天涯过客:苦闷孤单,忧愁满腹,会期渺茫。忘记一个人,努力控制自己的情绪,心里有点痛,不敢面对,心情很沉重,是吗? 即兴的诗句,随意的打字,将 爱 、 情 、 愁 ,写的及至之痛。 理解对方心里,聊天时就不好像找到知己一样,两个人心灵撞击,佳句闪念之间从手指流出。知己难求,在于刚好两个人把对方当作知己,而且恪守知己的界限,这需要机缘巧合,更需要理性的控制,我需要朋友,但是也需要知己。 在你孤独的时候,我会陪你一起度过, 在你开心的时候,我会是你嘴角的一丝笑容;在你成功的时候,我会在遥远的地方默默为你鼓掌; 我感谢有你陪伴的日子;我感谢有你相伴的温馨;我感谢因你带来的笑声,灿烂了我心底的每个角落。 我感谢有你理解有你帮助的日子,我好想你,牵挂你,深深的祝福你,诉不尽的千言万语,永远是心底最真诚的祝福;让永运祝福你,我的朋友。每一个属于你的日子都开心快乐!每一片属于你的天空都充满阳光! 网海茫茫觅知音。网络是琴弦,打字敲击键盘就是拨动琴音,弦音是否悦耳,取决于拨弦之手。知己就是一位好的乐师,让音符弹奏出美妙动听的音乐,即使心情糟糕,环境恶劣,也要让心情支配自己的生活,让生活聊天成为自己的美的诠释。 因为有了美丽的心情,我们会觉得天空是那样的湛蓝,阳光是那样的明媚,月儿散发的光是那样的柔美,温馨。我们的心会变得那样心清如水,心若止水。 在平凡的生活中,我们有了这份心情,会觉得生活是这样的美好,下雨的日子,淅淅沥沥的雨丝,飘过心头,湿润了久旱的心灵,诗意的生活;下雪的日子,洁白飞舞的雪花,飘飘洒洒,我们感觉自己是那样的高洁浪漫,把自己置身于洁白的世界与这宇宙融为一体。有了这份美丽的心情,即使遇到坎坷与激流,也会一路向前,即使在茫茫大海中漂流,也会坚定不移扬起风帆,驶向生命的彼岸。《隔世离空的红颜》歌词:、谁会相信雨滴会变成一杯咖啡 种子会开成鲜丽的玫瑰 孤寂的旅途是单程的约会 相近相识后各自而飞 2、多么想让你走近我的心扉 一同承受心灵的忏悔 人生的路上你我紧紧想随 爱过恨过后独自去面对 3、不曾想到咖啡让我无法去入睡 盛开的玫瑰让我心碎 寂寞的旅途会没人来陪 是你是我在创造心灵之间的完美 细雨纷飞打湿阴霾的心醉 路儿长长伴随着我的疲惫 心中一直在探询自己人生完美 完美完美完美的干脆 网络情人 三十多岁的女人,从婚姻,家庭,孩子母亲的经历过程中走来,一路风景看过,将三分之一的精力献给家庭,三分之一的精力献给工作,三分之一的精力还给自己。因为所剩不多,更加珍惜自己,三十岁女人不会在街头招摇,不会在人群喧哗,显出一份从容,一份优雅,一份难以言说的风情,经过岁月的磨砺,更加光彩照人。 三十岁的女人,该经历的都经历了,该后悔的都后悔了,该蹉跎的都蹉跎了,更加把握当下,在意现实,成名的女人哪一个是在三十岁以前呢?真正的美女,都是经历了岁月的磨砺后才成为真正的美女,女人越老越美丽,一直到五十岁。聪明智慧的女人都是善于把握时机,随年龄的增长,增加风韵情致。用精华来装饰自己的人生风景,体会人生的真谛。三十多岁的女人更懂对方的需要,是有品味的女人,美丽的女人,知性的女人。 夜深了,独自面对屏幕敲打文字,随意交谈,就像和自己的灵魂交流。一边打字,一边在等候网络那边的他头像闪烁亮起来。 网络不是给聪明人的空间,也不是给有钱人的空间,更不是深沉高雅人超凡脱俗的人的空间,这里是普通人的心灵住所,这里财富,官职不生效,可以哭笑,可以打骂发泄,可以调情逗乐。 心中有风景:你好,与你聊天后,我不能忘记你。你美丽大方,气质高雅,文学素养很高。你是一阵风,吹过我的心海,掀起无数波澜,你是一抹柔和的阳光,驱散了我心中的阴云。 美丽年华:真的是这样吗?在你面前我是个幸福的女人,喜欢我,爱我是吗?被人爱着是件很幸福的事情。 心中有风景:你是一个追求永远的新鲜和激情感觉的女人吧!喜欢浪漫生活是吗? 美丽年华:追求浪漫是让年轻起来,死气沉沉的生活容易让人老去。 心中有风景:我们也许只在梦中一次相遇,我却爱上了你,今生今世,是你的奇迹,也是我的奇迹。感谢你与我相遇,相惜,纵然不能相聚,我心依然。 美丽年华:总有一些话语感动着你我,铭记在彼此心里,我们是擦肩而过的邂逅,执意要等下一次的隆重相遇。 心中有风景:时光碾碎了很多记忆,压成花,散落在枕边,好像触摸到你的新意,微笑着如梦,恬淡在梦中看着你微笑。 美丽年华:醒来的阳光伴着我,你是我无法拥有的却时刻相依在身边的空气,细心呵护着我散开的心事。 心中有风景:我不知道怎样沿着献花铺满的小径走进你的世界,你是那个世界最美丽的风景。 美丽年华:我从来只是低头悄悄路过,却在不经意间,在没有期待的路口与你匆匆相遇,我相信这是上帝的一次刻意安排。 心中有风景:你说你不知道该如何忘记,我也说我不去想什么忘记,瞬间目光的交汇,在心里刻上了深深印记,刻骨铭心的一幕叫我如何忘记? 在茫茫网海里,你遇见了谁?谁遇见了你?在无声的日子里,加了一声问候,一个祝福,相隔的时空里,无端生出几许牵挂思念,你闪烁的头像成了我QQ最靓丽的色彩。 是什么?让时间没有了概念?让空间没有了距离?又是什么让心灵没有了隔阂!你说:在线的时候你是属于我的,你下线的时候,我是属于你的。无论何时,恬静的心灵家园是属于我们的。疲惫时我是你的驿站;伤心时你是我的港湾。 我说与你相遇是上苍的恩赐,惦记你我很温馨,想念你我很幸福,我是你今生的牵挂,你是我人生的期盼,人生路上与你相遇,岁月即使留下斑驳痕迹,爱你却是生命里永恆的回忆,有你,我的网络最精彩。 我们彼此已经熟悉,心中只留下无数牵挂,你无法做到心中没有我,我无法欺骗自己心中没有你。陈瑞的歌《最后一个情人》歌词:总在午夜梦醒的时分 在我不经意的每个转身 看见你脸上留下的泪痕 让我怎能不为你心疼 你让她带走了你的灵魂 她在你心上留下了裂痕 破碎的心从此不再完整 没有她的夜晚 从此变得陌生 ********* 我愿做你最后一个情人 守护着你每个 清晨日出到黄昏 忘记她曾给过你的温存 每个夜晚不再有泪水翻滚 我愿做你最后一个情人 守护着你每个 清晨日出到黄昏 忘记她曾给过你的伤痕 愿你还像原来一样的纯真 网络小三 做小三和做情人不一样,情人可以和许多人来往,做小三只能属于某个人,不可与别人乱来,只有固定的伙伴,有一种被保养的感觉,网上能养住吗?那就看自己的魅力啦。文字的魅力,性格的魅力,素养的魅力。 我甚至不知道我是怎样的一个女人,冲昏了头脑,不顾一切切的想和你私奔,是文化让我们多情还是文化然让我们无法超越,社会倒退一个时期,我就会做出出人意料的事情。我们爱的真诚而不虚假,炽烈而不毁灭,欲望燃烧的时候,我想与你一起颠倒,绝不后悔,所有的付出和挥洒都值得,哪怕真的想拥有一次快乐! 半醉半醒:小三啊!不要说我粗俗,粗俗到只想拥有你!不要说我淘气,淘气到只想抚摸你,希望有浪漫的事情发生。 红杏出墙:亲爱的,你好,你知道吗?在我内心深处,一直有一个小小的心愿,那就是和你重新拥有一种平和、快乐、互相心仪的日子。从不曾深沉过,也不曾丰富过,我只是一个肤浅的小女人,只做你的小三,好吗 半醉半醒:我知道你会克制的,我知道你会接受的,我知道你会检讨的,我知道你会沉醉不醒的,日子还要那样过下去,我知道责任把我们紧紧绑在一起,可是我们还是要相思,我们还是要亲吻,谁也无法阻止我们颤动的心,在每一个寂寞的夜里我要你,我要你! 红杏出墙:我知道我们是真的用情了,你苦恼吗?你后悔吗?我是个简单的女人,因为被爱包围的太深了,我有时候想自由呼吸,像鱼儿一样。我喜欢我们的思念,我喜欢我们的默契,从没这样的情愫,我兴奋,我失眠,我满足,可是我又担心,我怕在某一天被老公突然发现,眼里容不下什么,他对我恨,骨子里恨,我感情飞走了,我在背叛他的爱,我是不是很坏啊?从道德到品质,我还是很矛盾啊! 半醉半醒:我的宝贝,你让我说什么才能表达我那片真情那片痴情呢?你已经完全融入我的呼吸里我的举止里。走着,想你妩媚的身影,睡着,想你温情恬淡的呼吸,读着,你情感丰富的眼泪,远方的我,在梦里呼唤你的名字,有你的日子真好! 红杏出墙:虚拟的世界想象成现实的生活。遇到你心跳加快,不见你心情变坏,梦见你时光过的好快,想拥有你是不是太长的等待!我把渴望和情感全倾注在你的身上,我完全迷失了自己,在你的灵和肉里走不出来,我整个的血脉和神经都为你痉挛,我全身血液沸腾高涨汹涌。 半醉半醒:我们相爱从没有被世俗污染过,我们相爱每一次都刻骨铭心,甚至销魂颠倒,没有后悔没有责问没有丝毫的报答要求,我们是纯洁的爱。夜里,我在想你的时候你是否也在想着我? 红杏出墙:爱,是一种超级的享受,也是一种残酷的相思折磨,但是爱的双方依然不会责怪对方的。爱情很少成为婚姻,婚姻里,很少有爱情;我们冷静,是因为婚姻的平淡,我们激情,是因为爱情的燃烧。 半醉半醒:浑然不觉,爱已经刻入心田。夜深人静的时候会想起你,但是我们各自有着各自的家庭,都有相似的幸福生活。我们彼此相谈,交换婚姻人生的看法,心灵与心灵的交谈最吸引彼此的灵魂,可我们都不是自私不负责任的人,对各自的婚姻的尊重,压抑我们不期而遇的激情和冲动。 红杏出墙:(小三的无言的结局。惨啊!你一定要知道,懂得。)我理解你说的一切,我知道爱却不能实现的痛苦折磨,尤其是我们女人。我们毋须给予对方什么,顺其自然吧。很想你,真的,骨子里的渴望。 上网是一种快乐,欢乐的是网中的人,在虚幻的网络里相识,从熊熊烈火走到黑林,雪原和边城,像是真的经历了一次人生历练,欢乐,苦恼,悲伤都显得那么真实,我真的心动了,你相信吗?后来走上网络的时候,都会想起这些人,尽管不知道他们的真实名字和真实身份与真实地址,我轻轻的念着他们,觉得幸福,是网络里的那份情牵着我的心灵,网络那头的一颗心感化着我。上网的人,大多是孤独的人,不是生活在孤独里,而是一颗孤独的高傲的心灵。 情是一个梦,是一个甜蜜的梦,使人沉迷,沉入其中者,但愿梦里不愿醒,情是一个陷阱,温柔的陷阱,跌入其中者,明知会越陷越深,却又不愿跳出来。情,是一把火,使人燃烧,使人疯狂。无论网络还是现实中都如此。 沉入网情网恋的朋友们,如果你觉得这份情是那,那么甜蜜,觉得这个梦是那么美好,觉得这个陷阱是那么舒适温柔,那么,你就好好呆在里面,好好享受生活中难以得到的欢乐,不要打破这个梦。《小三》的歌词: 终于你做了别人的小三 我也知道那不是因为爱 城市的夜晚如此的灿烂 只是没有你在身边陪伴 终于你做了别人的小三 从此我不再是你的港湾 当你依偎在他的胸怀 是否已忘记我曾给过的爱 没有说出来 其实我早已有了预感 给不了你幸福的现在 是我如今最大的无奈 等着你对我说出来 你要的不只是我的爱 我用沉默面对你的坦白 曾经的快乐都烟消云散 终于你做了别人的小三 我也知道那不是因为爱 城市的夜晚如此的灿烂 只是没有你在身边陪伴 终于你做了别人的小三 从此我不再是你的港湾 赞 (散文编辑:疏狂) 换个方式与这个城市继续厮守 早晨六点多出门,晚上快八点回来,至始至终迎接自己的只有静默;自从上了大学,周末的… 【原创随笔】弦言岁语 入冬以来,天干物燥,雪花缥缈,整个大地苍凉而且虚空。无论你的心情是度日如年,还是… 永远的军旅梦 永远的军旅梦 (甘肃康乐县 马晓春) 回忆像流星,划过无痕迹,模糊的眼睛,轮廓渐渐… 春雨 我像大地万物一样喜欢春雨。 新年刚过,天空就下起了丝丝春雨。我特别喜欢这江南的春… 弹拨梦想的雪花(修改) 临近年关,落下了第一场雪。 我在清晨惊喜地阅读到一幅长卷,洁白的是雪,灰黄的是树… 真我 流行瞬变,而风格永驻。 在别人身上可以闪闪发光的东西,放在自己这里却未必可以。 在…

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2012 nian 10 yue 7 ri. Sunday. A sunny day. Although I can’t see the fierce j golden light, I can’t smell the smell of rain either. When I woke up today, what I saw was the gray sky. Floating clouds lie quietly in the vast sky like cotton wool, just like a large cotton bed. I always wonder if we can lie on the soft floating cloud and watch the other face of the world if we turn the world upside down and make the heaven and earth translocate? Most of the time, we look at everything in the world from our own perspective, especially the people, things and things that have vital interests with us, I have never really thought that the world is actually a world that cultivates all kinds of people, and the thoughts between people are actually different. At noon yesterday, she finally taught her how to set up her new blog. I only hope that this can arouse her habit of writing logs. Looking at Ruoer’s excitement, I think my original intention has been achieved. But whether I can achieve my final wish, we have to wait and see. At this moment, there was peace outside the window. Only the electric fan hanging on the wall turned hard, making a slight trembling sound. Is that the protest from its fatigue, or the dirt on its body has made it uncomfortable? The sound of the subway wheels running over the rails has roared in my ears for decades. Now it sounds as if it has integrated into my life. In fact, living in this noisy city, living day and night together with noise and polluted air, we cannot feel the freshness and joy brought by nature. Thinking about it occasionally, I always hope that one day I can go to the pasture to experience another kind of life. Recently, I suddenly found that Ruoer really grew up. Perhaps, she hasn’t really understood to distinguish right from wrong; Perhaps, she still can’t distinguish the trifles in life, which is important and which should be released. However, I instinctively felt that Ruoer was no longer the little girl crying all day. She seems to have her own ideas as well as her own ideas. As for whether it is good or bad, I think only the next day will know. But to my relief, in recent days, I have often heard Ruoer say thank you. No matter she helped her with a pen, a book or some tiny movements, she would naturally say thank you. Therefore, I always remind myself that as long as she says thanks, I must respond appropriately. Last night, Rouer kept asking me to watch her dance. In order to satisfy her wish, I had to put down everything and sit on the sofa bed waiting for her to make a fuss. When the music rang out from iPad, I saw Ruoer seemed to be full of vitality, his hands kept dancing, his feet seemed to wander irregularly, but it seemed to imitate the pace of so-and-so dancers. Therefore, my mentality gradually changed. From watching her dancing for a moment to really appreciating her dancing posture, my thoughts in my heart circled thousands of times in that short few minutes. Who taught her such dance steps? Who gave her dancing soul? Looking at her happy swinging limbs with melodious music, watching the curtains Dancing with the breeze, I imagined that I was in a vast wilderness, watching dancing butterflies dancing in the flowers, see dragonflies chasing each other in the wind. Later, I asked her who arranged the dance steps for her. She seemed to understand and said she didn’t know. After my careful inquiry, I realized that it was her own idea. I was surprised by her creation, and even more by her passion for dancing. For a long time, she had a strong desire to perform, but my wife and I ignored her talent in this aspect. Through Rouer, I met a talented woman Jayesslee. This pair of talented women didn’t know which country they were from, but they had a clear voice. And Rouer is playing one of their songs to dance for me. I watched several videos of them online with Rouer, which made me love these two women. I like that they perform other people’s songs with the same heart; I like their cool and lyrical voice; I prefer their elegant and refined faces. Therefore, I told Rouer that if they had released albums, they would definitely buy them back to share with her. On the day when she was excited, when the sound of piano rose from her fingertips, I was also carefree. The wind that night was like a lover’s hand, touching my face, very gentle and romantic. Through my fingertips, Ruoer teased my dream many years ago, which made me unable to help closing my eyes and intoxicated with her unskilled song. And I seemed to see a great musician sitting in front of the piano, waving his fingers, letting the Keys pop up a soul-stirring melody at the fingertips, seducing my soul. Today I think of it that there seems to be an unknown talent flowing in Ruoer’s body, an undiscovered artist. Vulgar my wife and I were in this materialistic society, when the diploma left all my parents’ eyes blank, ignoring that Ruoer might be able to achieve quite good attainments in the music world. Ashamed, oil but praise (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

Time

I suddenly felt that all the previous things had passed, and all the things that couldn’t pass passed unconsciously. The things we did, the words we said, the tears we shed and the poems we wrote in those years were slowly annihilated in less than 700 days. So far, it has disappeared without a trace. Today, the sun came out very well and looked warm. I was cheated by it to open the window. At the moment I opened the window, the cold wind blew on my face, which made me shiver. You see, even the Sun has learned to lie. It is no longer the warm sun in winter long ago. It looks very warm, and it is also very warm when it is sprinkled on the body. No. 1 Middle School seemed to be holding a sports meeting. When I was sitting by the window and swaying on the Internet, I heard the familiar music, which was still the music. I have listened to the music for many years, but I don’t even know the name, and it is still the playground of that school, but the scene is similar every year, and people are different every year. I have to sigh that everything is different. In the past, only four words were said to be beautiful artistic conception, but now there is a moment when there is indeed such a vicissitudes of life. At the moment I blurted out these four words, “things are different from people”, I suddenly felt like an old man in ancient times, with tears while laughing when looking at the yellowed photos. On the surface, it seems silly and abrupt to have such an idea. It seems that if I am well protected, I don’t know what things are different from people. However, is this really the case? Recently, it was probably when the character broke out. Many people who hadn’t contacted me for a long time came to me and talked about the recent situation. They had a feeling of meeting each other after more than ten years. Some strange familiarity. Suddenly heard, Xiaofan, I will tell you a secret. What happened to me. Or, Xiaofan, I tell you, I met XXX again. What happened to xxx? I would feel, oh, I am out of touch. Then everyone will sigh, time flies so fast, thinking about what happened at the beginning. Then, there was a long period of silence. Then, there is no more. Time flies quite fast indeed, just like a book. The previous page was still in childhood, climbing trees, fighting, playing football and playing childish games. The next page was white-haired watching the sunset together. Just to make a metaphor, the reality is not so exaggerated, but sometimes in the midnight dream or lonely sleepless night, I will think of a lot of pictures and dig out a lot of memories buried deeply, then these naughty guys will shake in front of your eyes like running lanterns, making you dizzy, sweet and sad. At this time, you will sigh that the life of the first 20 or decades is really the same as that of a book, with different scenes page by page, while falling into a deep dream. I haven’t returned to Tongliang for a long time. As soon as I came back this time, my father pushed off several dinner parties to prepare food for me. I leaned against the door of the kitchen and watched my father eat happily with a lovely apron and a lovely oversleeves. My eyes rose up and I felt a little I am and unfilial. So I also ate a lot in the danger of being supported to death. When I was picking up the dishes, looking at the happy smiling faces of my parents, I made a decision now that I must make myself fat, we must also arrange food for them happily in the kitchen when they are old. When I called someone LV, I joked that I came back this time like a hero returning to his hometown after winning the battle. The group was still discussing the things of classmates. Some said they would go, some were silent, and some said they were boring. I was watching and following the scene, so I couldn’t help feeling relieved. It is hard to imagine that many years later when we are old, when we are entangled by some things like trifles, garlic, rice, oil, salt, work, family and so on, but we cannot get away, how many people will remember what we said together once a year? We don’t have much time to indulge ourselves like children, and we don’t have much time to just get together in the future. I really miss all kinds of things in high school in those years, such as sports meeting, singing competition, climbing mountain, basking on the handrail like salted fish after class, and the wind time every Sunday afternoon, and my chaotic and painful senior three years, the treasures I am reluctant to forget. I don’t know how many people will cherish them like me? It is the good scene of the unscrupulous party and chat, but I don’t know how many people have the same idea? Therefore, it is inevitable to be sad! I can’t go back to the time I miss very much. I thought it would take a long time to heal the wound. People who once thought they would never forgive each other for a lifetime, but now they can also ask with a faint smile what happened recently. The past has passed, and we are still moving forward. I don’t know how many people will stop to drink tea with me and talk about the past sb years? It is said that it snowed again in Bayue Mountain. I haven’t been there for a long time. This winter, find a sunny day and climb the mountain! (Note: Bayue Mountain is the only tourist hill in the small town of Jiayuan. Snow is rarely seen in winter in southern cities, and only a little snow falls on the mountain with a higher altitude, comfort the heart of southerners enjoying the snow. As for No. 1 Middle School, it is the school where the author studied in high school.) Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

After all, young, not suitable for love

Because of Yu binzi, I knew you. For the first time, I knew your name in other people’s mouth. They said your name was Chen Chen. I was in a panic, have you been destined with Chen Chen in this life? You ask me to talk to you. I always ask you if you are joking. Later, I didn’t know why I agreed. You want to send me home, in the car, someone I don’t know, your friend, told me how good you are. Let’s start like this. You send me downstairs to my house and kiss for the first time, when I got home, you added my button and we started chatting like this. I said I fell in love with you at first sight. You said I am big fool, you were a little fool, how about you call me late dear, you cover the night, ask me what time to go to bed, I said I don’t know, you said to accompany me to sleep, I told you fool I’m going to sleep, we said good night to each other. This was our first day. School was over on March 29th. You told me to go back to Luojiaping, call you, and then send me home. I didn’t expect that because of my grinding. You go first, let’s talk about deduction in the evening, I tell you that we don’t have a holiday this week, you said you still want to join me, I said as long as you want to come out, I asked for leave to accompany you. You were in your hometown on April 2nd. You broke up with me. I made friends with you. For the first time, I felt unwilling to give up. On April 3rd, you told me that you were in Yan’an. I was so surprised that you came back in just a few days. Unfortunately, we are no longer lovers. You said you only regarded me as your sister, in the early morning of April 6th, I came out from home. It was the first time I saw you when you came back to Yan’an this time. The reason was unexpectedly that you hung up the buckle for me and fought with others, it was my first time to run out at midnight, April 8th. You lived in binzi’s house, and we chatted in the yard. Finally, I asked you, could you make up? It was our second reconciliation. On April 9th, I washed clothes for the first time, it was yours, but it was okay. I washed it. On April 9th, we were still chatting on the button. I told you that I hate others cheating me. If one day you don’t want it, please be honest, I will not bother you. On April 10th, we will go to my brother’s house, From this day on, we have been together all the time. I said I would take care of you these days, but you have been taking care of me. Take me home and take me back, on the street, he took my hand and hugged me to sleep together. He got up in the morning and helped me wash my face. I felt you were really good. I didn’t want to lose you. On April 16th, I had a fever, you accompany me to hang a needle on April 19th, you don’t know what’s wrong, you treat me hard, the first time we quarreled, you still told me to break up, because you hate stupid women, on April 22th, I celebrated my birthday and got drunk. I couldn’t forget you and vent my feelings. When you came, did you think I was ashamed? You beat Xiaoya because you couldn’t bear it, in fact, I know in my heart, but I have been deceiving myself and others, looking forward to saving you one day, because I don’t believe that you can be cruel to me. On April 23th, we ended completely, I chose to be a friend. Until now, on April 28th, you talked with xxx. I tried hard to destroy him and become a bad woman, because I didn’t want you to belong to others. On April 30th, you broke up, I am so happy, but I promise to give you a school Flower as compensation. On May 1st, I went out to play and came back at night. You know I drank and let me go to bed, I am going crazy, I tell you that I am not drunk, you care about me, but just out of the care of friends, that’s it… this is all our memories, I am not a stupid woman, I just disdain to play tricks in front of you. Others say that I am persistent and silly, because they don’t understand why I am persistent. I didn’t expect that we have known each other for such a long time, I don’t know what I think, whether I am used to your care and your kindness to me. I have no standpoint, no thoughts and no brains, they all say that I have changed for you. From now on, I want to live a good life for myself. After all, I am young and not suitable for expressing love. I don’t need to waste my time, because we should have a good grasp of the present, without efforts, there will be no better gains, 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…