A letter from a strange woman

In countless sleepless nights, I stared at the night with my eyes wide open. Anxiety and fear covered my eyes. Yes, I am not willing to sleep like this. I fell asleep, one day passed, and another day was coming. Me at a loss. I can’t say clearly what I’m afraid of, and I can’t tell those emotions. They are always silent in the bottom of my heart, suppressed by me. But it was like a volcano roaring in a low voice, desperately trying to rush out of the cliff. I can’t control my emotions. I originally created them, but now I will become their slave. They drove me to keep thinking and suffering from the suspicion and doubt day after day. I was overwhelmed by the flood of emotions inch by inch, like a dying ant, trying to catch the last straw. In the silent and dead night, I always fall into the dilemma created by myself. But I do feel a constraint all the time. That is a shackle that covers my heart. The surging emotions occupied all of me, and I became a person completely dominated by emotions. So I was irrevocably attacked by neuroticism and insanity. But if it were not for them, I would not be able to write, and I would lose the inspiration and motivation of writing. I am neither a poet nor a philosophy. What I rely on is these trivial and complicated thoughts. If God did not give me the power of writing, I would not survive. Who can tell me how to be the master of my emotions? I don’t understand that we live under the same land and sky, but we can never meet each other. We walk on the same road every day, watch the same sunset, and sink in such a glorious and sad manner. Step on the same grassland and pass the same lakeside. I cursed my ridicule and cowardice to God. Even I couldn’t tell what I am was afraid. There was a wall in my heart. I fortified the outside world and refused to be crossed by others. I think about the past and the future, I am make too many mistakes and sins. I have already felt deeply guilty, and I am not willing to forgive myself. When I walk alone in the crowd, I am most afraid of someone calling out my name suddenly. It was like that I was uncovered in public and my blood flowed into a river in full view of the public. I wish the whole world would not know me. I never dared to stay in the crowd for too long. I was afraid that I would see that shadow as soon as I raised my head. I was afraid of the appearance of that face, which made my spine cold. I knew that face was looking at me behind me again. When I turned around and looked at it, I shouted in panic, “Who are you? The face sneered and asked, who are you? You are scared, afraid that you don’t know who to confess? Who should I pray for forgiveness? I think I am should confess. So I pulled out a pen in the dark and drew some words on the white paper casually by the faint light. I hugged and cried with these words. The paper and pen make me feel the most safe. They are always silent, but full of silent and rich language. Only when my eyes see them and my fingers touch them can I feel extremely steadfast. This letter, from a strange woman, is written to the same strange you. Never met you. (This article is purely an imitation of the delicate and sensitive psychological description in Zweig’s letter from a strange woman.) Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

Embrace qi yue

Who says July is always hot and dry, which shows the booming of life, and who says July will be salvaged in sweat, which represents the harvest. Ha ha, July, in my waiting. You are reserved, smiling, and finally arrived. I was ecstatic, welcoming you with open arms and embracing you. Ha ha, July, July belongs to me….. July is the most comfortable. On a refreshing morning, I slept greedily until I woke up naturally. I opened my sleepy eyes, looked at the roof and felt stunned. Then I closed my eyes and went to see in the fog. Stay enough, think enough, stretch a long lazy waist, yawn, stretch your limbs arbitrarily…… No alarm clock, no time to chase. So comfortable, so cozy. You can also wear pajamas for a whole day without bra or high heels, and stay at home all day. If you want to sleep, you can sleep. If you want to eat, you can eat. After staying enough and sleeping enough, he picked up the mop, bare feet and put on light music. Rinse, clean, wipe, dry. Don’t let go of any dust, don’t tolerate a corner. After about one or two hours of fighting alone, you will reap the fruits of victory and happy mood. Look at the shiny floor, the shiny wardrobe and chairs, all of which are full of energy and glitter. The sheets were neatly prepared without any scrawl, With a gentle smiling face, you can throw yourself into its arms at any time. The vase in the hall, I think it is blue and white porcelain sung in the song, the flowers inside exudes charming and charming. The bookcase in one corner also changed from messy to neat, like a list of soldiers waiting for my review and picky…… With the music, twist your feet,…. Ah, I’m happy, I’m intoxicated. This comfortable Hall, warm bedroom, and my carefree and elegant mood. Ha ha, July, my comfortable July, July dominated by myself. July is the happiest time for my family. The family of four worked and studied in four places respectively. Although the Spring Festival is our reunion day, we are very happy with our quintessence of Chinese culture and courtesy. Sometimes we even need our whole family to dispatch, so we feel very busy and nervous. Only during this July holiday can we feel the affection, taste the sweetness and enjoy the love of heaven. The holiday is coming, and the children are like birds flying tired. I release warmth in the nest, waiting for hug. My daughter put down her heavy schoolbag and pounced on my embrace mother, I will tell you… My son grabbed my arm. Mom, listen to me first…. My daughter took a bite of watermelon and said that she had tasted the smell of the house. My son played coquetry in front of me and kept comparing with me. She pestered me that she didn’t want to go to school. Sandwiched among them, smiled and responded. Their immature and slightly mature cry made me full of excitement and heart waves. Layers of family affection, circles of happiness, layers of care, circles of sweetness. Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang filled the whole room, the whole July, the whole summer. The most lively thing is nothing more than the children’s noise. The reason is competing to play computer and watch TV. It made a noise when I looked at it. Also use scissors and stones. Cloth to decisions on. No result. The daughter sued her son first, and their father was not willing to be lonely, so he could use force to solve the problem by himself after joining the noise. The voice just fell, the son took the remote control in his hand, waving his arms, rushed over angrily. My daughter was so scared that she ran away at once, screaming mom, take care of your son, my father is eccentric. God, the three of them are crazy, chaotic, beating, laughing. Let’s do it. Let’s do it presumptuous. It’s not the House in July. Let’s argue, let’s argue wildly, it’s not that the house on vacation is too lonely. Laugh, laugh heartily, let our home be full of youth, vitality and laughter. The laughter passed through the room, across the courtyard, and spread far away. Maybe go to say hello to yuner, maybe go to chase Feng er. Ha ha, July, this reunion day is so wonderful. July is also the most leisure time of the year. After taking a nap, holding a poem, sitting near the window, chewing some deep or shallow words to wash away the ups and downs of the soul. Occasionally, when I see someone who is in a hurry outside the window, it is difficult to hide his inner teeth and claws with his elegant appearance. Then you will find out how great you are. You chose a job with vacation at the beginning. How Noble you are, no struggle with the world, and no money slave. Ah, it’s good to be idle. When I was idle, I walked to the field and felt the heartbeat of nature. When I was idle, I approached the pond to help the frog solve the confusion. When I was idle, I walked into the forest and experienced the tall and small. You can also go for a walk behind the house and travel online….. Thank you for July. He freed us from busy work and study, and returned to family affection and life. Thank you for July. He gave us relaxed, happy and happy moments. Ha ha, July is the most comfortable, reunion and leisure month. Ha ha, July is as wonderful as this. I want to hug tightly. 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. 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I am drop of water in the spoon

I still got up very early and kept running every day for a year. Today is different from the past. The sky is gray and mixed with some floating clouds. One by one is like dandelion flowers, and the joy of leaving the mother leaves to fly to the Sky first. I am hesitating, whether I still go out to practice in the morning, and my thoughts are competing with my heart. Suddenly, a ray of sunshine through the window screen seemed to whisper to me: go out, maybe the weather is not what you see now. Therefore, I laughed, and the laziness in my mind ran away. Leaving home, I walked and ran all the way. The sky seemed to care for lazy people like me intentionally. I liked the weather like this, looking at the surrounding scenery while breathing the fresh air like a popsicle. The sweat on my body also gradually flowed out, and the cells all over my body seemed to be singing sweet love songs with me all the way. I am moving, delighted, glad, feeling and thinking about my words, just like my mood at this time. Since I picked up the long-lost ink again this year, my spare time has lost a little bit of falling leaves dancing. During this period, what I gained was the fragrance of spring flowers blooming in the Dreamtalk of words, the delicacy of flowers blooming and falling, and the bitterness and sorrow flying in the world of mortals. My mood is very happy and full. During this process, I got to know many literary friends. He (she) was full of literary talent, honest and generous, modest and studious, all of which spurred me to go further. Therefore, I let go of the previous ideological burden, just like a toddler, and began to boldly try the creation of proses and novels. And just yesterday, I received a message that surprised me: your ten articles, the novel “Black in the day”, “The bunch of dried plum in xiaoqiaogou” and “Golden Earrings”, as well as prose “wind, I want to tell you gently”, “spring, you are safe”, “dark fragrance brushed”, “Baby Don’t Cry”, “big brother, how are you”, “Cana in my eyes” and “memory is like a flower” have been published on the website of red sleeves Tianxiang. I can’t understand it. I think those young and tender works are still a long way from being published. However, looking at this information again and clicking on the website to search for it, it is really striking. When I read my ten articles with a happy and uneasy mood, I couldn’t help crying. No matter the seven proses or the three novels, they all made the best modification appropriately. Every place, no matter how hard I try, I can’t get a high degree of polish, especially the final touch of the novel, which makes me stunned and elated. I am very grateful to this selfless and wise editor. Although I have never known him, I have to write down my gratitude. Although he said he should do it again and again, it was nothing, but I knew it was filled with his hard work! He didn’t have a good rest for two whole nights, so that he reviewed my manuscripts until three o’clock in the morning. How can I not be indifferent? Only by burying this precious memory deeply into my heart can I become the motivation and persistence when I am lazy, slack or die and retreat, maybe I won’t waste the painstaking efforts of this good editor. Time stops in the bright morning sun, and my thoughts are lingering in the glittering and translucent with dew. Unconsciously, I had already set foot on the way home, and I had a little rest. Walk to see. There are more and more people on the road, some on foot, some on bicycle, some on tricycle and some on car. Look at him (her) and think about yourself. The past life was like a drop of water lying in a spoon, muddling along a fixed track. Until one moment, I was lucky to hit other people of the same kind, and my sleep was like a dream. Thinking like this, walking and kissing nature. I know how to improve my life in the future. When I got home, I had breakfast with my organized thoughts. Walking on the way to work in a hurry, I saw the sky just now was getting brighter, and the new day had already begun to DEDECMS. 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. 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