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…

If no if

If I were not a girl, I wouldn’t have so much loneliness. If I were not so weak, I wouldn’t have such cowardice. If I hadn’t been abandoned, I shouldn’t have thought of autism. If I choose to insist, I won’t get acquainted with you in the crowd. If I keep silent, I won’t break the principle for you. If I continue to be indifferent, it won’t be because of you. If we hadn’t separated the two places, we might still be together. If we didn’t have that unreasonable misunderstanding, we would support each other. If we didn’t have that young impulse, we may still have a strong love. If we want to break up, it is also a reason to find an excuse casually. If we want to retain us, our true love can block the steps of leaving. If we want to stay together, hold each other tightly and don’t let go. If there, who will be me now? If not, will we still choose? If not, will love still stay for me? 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…

Walk in between heaven and earth

My life time was in the ancient town of Mengli water town in the south of the Yangtze River, where there were hundreds of officials. Behind me, there used to be small bridges and flowing water, white walls and tiles, flying willows, plum blossoms spitting incense, and a tranquil scenery. The water winds down from the Dragon Mountain, flows through the silent jungle, flows through the Yin grass, flows into the Cao E River, flows into the Hangzhou Bay and flows into the sea. Nowadays, hundreds of officials have become a riverside city in Shangyu. Walking on the straight and wide road, the Third Ring Road and the fourth ring road stretch under the feet. I stopped and stumbled, looking back at the dusk, walking between the heaven and the Earth, leaving half a century of life footprints clearly visible in the wind and rain. As long as the road of life is, the passing years will be long. In my memory, my life started from Huangni Road, baiguan Jiefang Street, in front of Hongmiao kindergarten in Yantou, and it was extremely difficult to walk on it with gold ingots overshoes to Huaihua Bridge. I walked from Lixin Primary School on the bank of baiguan River to baiguan Town Middle School on Xinjian Road. I walked from the border bridge to Baima Lake Chunhui Middle School. In the years when passion was burning, I was writing hard in the classroom, walking out of the campus to learn from workers, farmers and soldiers, rushing to the society to shout slogans and participate in political movements one after another. In the years when I studied Dazhai in agriculture, I walked into the vast fields, harvested golden grains, fought in the ice and snow, went up the mountains and down the sea, carried the reclamation of the sea and the Shangpu Gate shoulder to shoulder. In the years of reform and opening up, I drove cars, trains, ships and planes to travel all over the country, carrying bags and shuttling through the national department store ordering conference. I once went to Yiwu to set up a stall and set up a company at home when I was doing business all over the country, and sold my products to the whole country. Now I have traveled across the sea and traveled around the world, flying with dreams. I was still sitting in front of the computer desk, tapping the keyboard with beautiful words one by one, and fixing the ordinary and warm days into beautiful moments one by one, copying, pasting, spreading and infecting. The sun rises and the moon falls, Spring goes and autumn comes, the pace of time passes by in a hurry, and it will never return. Nowadays, few people have such rich experiences as mine. After half a century of life, I traveled all over the world and traveled all over the world. Because of my work, I have more courage and courage to go more, deeper and farther than ordinary people. I always sit on the moon and sing songs. I walk alone in those strange journeys with my sword in the sky. I am also used to living by walking with my luggage and looking for the happiness of life while walking. I am a dream-chasing person like Xu Xiake, walking between the heaven and the earth, my eyes are filled with dreams, and my heart is full of longing for the future. I have met many people and separated from them. I didn’t hope there would be any romantic encounter or romantic scenery all the way. I just wanted to sit quietly in the small restaurant near the street in other places, drink a glass of wine, watch the sunrise and sunset, and enjoy the loneliness quietly. Although a person’s walking may be somewhat lonely, he has tasted the sweetness and bitterness. However, when walking between the heaven and the Earth from one place to another, the humanistic scenery along the way will make your mind have a brand-new feeling and harvest for everything around you, after a period of precipitation, those long scenery left in the deep memory and the pile people and things experienced in the past will have a deeper feeling. This is also a kind of wealth in life, which is worthy of my life’s treasure. Walking between the heaven and the Earth, there used to be Li Bai’s romantic free and easy wandering around the world, and there used to be Su Shi who went to the east of the country to go through the waves. There was also Li Yu, li Qingzhao went to the west building alone. I walked between the heaven and the Earth with my traveling bag on my back. I once walked across the country, leaving my deep or shallow footprints and my warmth. I traveled far away with my traveling bag on my back, and the Camel Bell played the original lonely soul with soft rhythm. I traveled to the deep desert of a foreign country, looking for the dream in the wind and sand far away. How many unfinished love and unanswered calls do I have in my life? How many Mountains can’t be approached in my life, and how many running water can’t be involved in? I traveled through the reality, vicissitudes and fleeting years, walking between the heaven and the earth. The road ahead was so bumpy. There were cliffs and steep walls in high mountains, waves and reefs in the sea, and strong winds and sands in the desert, there are thorns and beasts in the forest. Walking between the heaven and the earth, I also experienced the steep Huashan Mountain, the great shore of Huangshan Mountain, the magnificence of Yangtze River, the mighty Yellow River and the vast and broad mountains and rivers of our motherland. There are also the vast ocean, the legend of the Strait, and the colorful exotic scenery. Walking between the heaven and the earth, I measured the land I love under my feet with my youth and passion. The luggage on my back was full of everything. I have collected years, life and many beautiful memories. When I open my luggage and put it under the bright sunshine, I will be found that the road of my life is so tortuous and long, Experiencing vicissitudes, my life turns out to be so rich and colorful with long lingering charm. I will collide the footprints I used to walk between the heaven and the Earth with the nib to spark. Now I am accumulating a book “walking between the heaven and the Earth”, and I will definitely keep walking and writing more and more. 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…

West Side Story Jiangnan

Just like waking up from a dream, I saw someone else’s article Jiangnan, and the emotion hidden in the bottom of my heart was blocked in my heart, which was graceful! The south of the Yangtze River in my dream came along in the history. I knocked my dream open and whispered softly, asking me if I could pour the dust into my mind with my newborn feelings? I was not born when you were born. I was old when I was born. Jiangnan was born when I was not born. I was born yesterday when Jiangnan was not old. I never passed through that gentle breath, I have never seen the flowing water of bitterness. However, how can my drizzle-like love frown for you, and how can my love turn thousands of times into your light oars? Whether the Wupeng boat was drawn out in my dream, and whether it was frequently turned back in my heart like a broken soul? How could you fail to retain the newborn red beans in the south of the silence you placed in the Cold Moon for thousands of years? How did your shadow at dusk in the morning precipitate the love and hate love of literati throughout the ages?! I met you in my dream. The light ink back reflects the thick accumulation of historical dust and smoke without color. I never thought that you were so gentle and delicate, it was like the weathered dust of history, dyed by the moonlight. It turned out that love was precipitated by history, and it turned out to be such a moon-like color, like your low eyebrows and small puckles, I saw the shadow of tears left by Qianlong, the legend like Lotus, whether it was solidified by your little sleeve in which page of long poetic rhyme, Jiangnan, I have been two or ten years, did you ever wait for me to meet you several thousand years later? What kind of emotion did you plant there, which made me dream day and night, whether it was the previous life or this life, all my love is tied by you in that heavy moon shadow! What I lost is not me, but the love between my past and present! South of the Yangtze River, you are such a small shadow, the clear water is long, the feeling is long, the path is gloomy, the shadow is green and the feeling is long, when you were born, could I be the breeze between your Wupeng boat, when I was born, could you cut off my unrenewed love with quiet clear water? It was you who waited for thousands of years and maintained an agreement with me when I was born, it is my ignorant eyes that are doomed to escape by you. Jiangnan, you know how many years my love has been waiting for, and I am willing to be the spectator in your Wupeng boat, being held by you and sent to the Lane of love, is it your destiny or my lost life?! There is an emotion, which is lightly drawn by your low eyebrows. In the secluded Water Lane, how many silks and bamboos are bleak, how many pink and elegant, how many sad eyes are broken, how much hatred is soft! South of the Yangtze River, the Cold Moon is heavy, how do you get the clear tears of the dusty woman, and how do you put the sentimental minister and monarch at the border of the dream, Su xiaoxianghun can meet later generations, the teacher in Song Huizong’s dream: the willow shade is straight, and the smoke is very clear. On the Sui dike, I once saw several times of water blowing, and the floss saw off. Have you ever kept the water-like sorrow, and could you send the softness in the dream of walking away from that village. In ancient times, literati and Mogues were affectionate, but it was difficult for the brothel to lose its beauty! Qinghe Yi, if the water is soft, a corner of clean water smeared a light kiss. In the boat covered by the pipa, who knows how many genuine drifting of true love is exchanged, in the three-inch pomegranate skirt of Golden Lotus, the sorrow was faded by the light fog of Jiangnan, and the intersection of bitterness and pain you know made the crystal clear in the Wupeng Boat. Jiangnan, who is your love, who has left your pain and fickle footprints that have gone through every delicate face? How can I face your vicissitudes of emotions and hold you in my arms, feel the classic under the light umbrella in the clouds! In my dream, the West Lake, under the umbrella, the Queqiao leaves Immortals! The love we met thousands of miles made the oiled paper umbrella carry too many people’s persistence in love. The couple we met at Queqiao, who supported yesterday’s time, welcome his slim love in the bright rain. Jiangnan, who have you given so many circumstances to let them meet in yesterday’s tomorrow and this bright time? Under the umbrella, the green rain rustled, spreading the love which was holding hands on the opposite in the misty rain and dust. Who was my white lady, and who was the Xu Xian whom I met in a flash after thousands of years? Jiangnan, you daub the Queqiao under the umbrella into a historical scroll with a fairy shadow. The shadow behind the umbrella is filled with sorrow and sorrow. Have you ever thought about when love wandered among the shadow of water, kiss my tight forehead, in the season of falling leaves, you still waved away calmly and reservedly. Water is the eyes of the south of the Yangtze River, loaded with thousands of years of love, the south of the Yangtze River in the dream, you can know that I am getting old, still don’t want to meet you, love will grow old when you meet me, tears and rain have become your floating water drops. It turns out that what you are waiting for is my love, what you are taking away is my blue soul, what you are brushing away is my youth, and what you are leaving is the future history, the sky in the ancient alley is so deep that you can’t wait to see the end of the world. You have left, as if you have never come, why is the light, wet and softened on my cheek just a period of encounter with you, are you Jiang passing quietly under the bridge, or the paper umbrella with tears broken when looking back in the clear rain? Changting’s dream was broken, why didn’t you leave me a permanent love! 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…

Life this mirror

Some people say that life is just like a mirror. You smile at it. It Also smiles at you. You cry at it. It Also cries at you these days. I have been thinking about this sentence, thinking about what it wants to express on Earth, in other words, I want to know more about what kind of mood the originator of this sentence said? The last time she heard this sentence was from a familiar friend, she used this sentence to comfort another friend who was just frustrated emotionally. Also, there are usually no more than three reasons for frustration: emotion, career and life. In the category of emotion, love is the most talked about. Love, like youth, is always an endless topic and a endless poem. In fact, no matter what kind of love, love, family affection or friendship, everyone’s situation will be a different set of words or a movement with rich tones. What matters is how we treat it and how we treat it. The mirror of life reflects your attitude towards life more often. If you smile at yourself in the mirror, then the person in the mirror will smile brightly at you. Smiling to yourself is a positive attitude towards life. I always believe that no matter what difficulties or depression I encounter, there will always be a past day and a moment of dissipation. So I believe that in the same time, what can affect our mind and make ourselves panic? Therefore, I believe that in the same time, happiness and magnanimity and depression struggle, after all, the former can laugh calmly. Crying in front of the mirror, through the mirror, you can see yourself crying. In the section of the mirror, the pear flower is tearful, and in the hazy tearful eyes, there is a seclusion on the face. It is said that mind influences judgment, while judgment deeply influences the ability to deal with affairs. Such a vicious circle, the final result, can only be that life is getting worse and worse. Smile is a kind of spirit and a symbol. No matter what happens, remember to send a calm smile to yourself and the people around you, give yourself a firm strength, and also give the people you love around you a calming agent for mental relaxation. Actively treat life and various situations. Whether it goes well or not will eventually become a story as time goes by. In the journey of growing up, whether this thick story book is full of positive stories or negative past, in fact, it has the ability to decide, it is you who walk down this road step by step. You must always firmly believe that life always has a ruler for your test. When you bravely walk through thorns and mud all the way, when you decisively leave the vines and stumbling blocks that you want to be behind, what you can get is not only the eyes that admire you behind, and the recognition and confidence you give yourself from the bottom of your heart. The mirror of life shines on your smiles and sorrows so objectively. Its objectivity and reality are as clear as you see yourself, looking at your every move in front of the mirror, you may feel happy or disappointed. Some people say that life is like a mirror. You smile at it. It Also smiles at you. You cry at it. It Also cries at you. Life is a mirror. As long as you smile at it, it will certainly smile brightly at you, welcome the tranquility and splendor after the wind and rain together with you, wait together, and the long series of colorful rainbows on the horizon after the wind and rain. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…