Life, one grand and long journey after another

The society where material determines most things makes us learn the reality. You hate the reality, even the reality, but finally you compromise in front of the reality. Our values have changed and changed with this real society, and finally we even lost the ability to dominate ourselves. In this true and false world, even you lost your way. We all want good things, so many people fight their lives for the only little good things. In the end, there were a lot of disappointment, but few proud. Many people picked up sesame and lost watermelon, and some even got nothing. Therefore, you are wrong, hurt and start to reflect, so you return to the original point. Think, what do you really need? We all hope to live for ourselves. But too often our life and destiny are not controlled by ourselves. You are so ambitious, you abandon yourself, you are stagnant. More often, you may be forced to be like that by reality. But we are still fish. We need freedom and courage to survive. So you fulfill others’ reality, wandering in your own waters, but waiting for others’ fulfillment in your heart. When we unload the heavy shell of reality, can we really treat each other frankly? On believe. You always say I am stupid. I admit. But my luck is not good either. I don’t have silly luck. Empty has a pair of silly courage and silly purity. For so many years, cities, big and small, are far and near. Changes are always rare. We can only say it to ourselves if we keep changing. You are lucky for your changeability and simplicity, but you can’t adapt to this realistic society. So you laugh at yourself but cry at the world you live in. The journey of growth is a period of time. People come and go in your world. The responsibility for growth is a long way to go. From ignorance to understanding, from unknown to gradually clear, you have experienced a lot. You learn by yourself, self-discipline and self-discipline. You grow up by yourself, but you will inevitably be cheated by the world. On fate. No doomed. If there is, no matter how hard you try, it is impossible to change. Then, don’t feel sad. All the brightness is lonely flowers. All happiness is also the flower of sadness. Happiness is actually very simple. Two, for a lifetime. But now we are wrapped in our true hearts by many grandiose excuses. Love is wrong, dare not love, love is rampant. Therefore, everything blurs the original appearance of love and goes further and further. Life is also a grand and long journey one after another. If you don’t get close, you will never know his scenery and risks. Opportunities and Challenges always coexist in this world. You can’t move him, so you have to face difficulties. 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…

Home remember

The long sound of whine whistle broke the silent night of Coal City. How many joys are there in this bustling night market? Several sorrow? Several rush about? Several romantic? The train from the direction of the capital galloped into the platform, and it would take me on the road to the south to return to my hometown, leaving the black land and gray sky, farewell to this pair of quiet nights in April. Don’t the fine! Don’t the fine! I don’t want to be addicted to your rotten soft embrace any more. The youth like rose dew here for three years has been abandoned by Iraq. I can’t forget the dream of weaving the bridge over and over again; I can’t forget the deep alley of Chen Jiagang; I can’t forget the dog barking in the alley at midnight; I can’t forget the scenes of funny ugly dramas in the world shown in the cinema; forget take white shoe polish when toothpaste make of the confused morning,,,,,,. That is the rotten part of my youth, which has really fallen to the peak! What rich and valuable Knowledge? I know several professional terms, what kind of gentle and beautiful Girl-Friend, and even few friends of the opposite sex, I was afraid that only half a hundred books which had not been read in the luggage were exchanged with numerous tickets. In front of the beauty salon, there is a gorgeous Morden woman sitting with her legs crossed, unforgettable! Seeing her can evoke my strong sexual desire. The white and tender skin, the red and plump fragrant lips, the soft and open chest, if closer, seemed to smell the fragrance of her lower body. If she leans, you can stand on tiptoe again, and you can see her soul-stirring breast, The big tits that don’t tie the bra come. MyGod! If I could be given such an eunuch as naked and charming, and her soul and body would be completely owned by me, I would be willing to call me to die for 18 times. The youth depression which had nowhere to vent stored one spring after another in the cold and lonely bed. Look at the decadent and old appearance in the mirror, what pure love, what Burning sensual, nothing!! I love myself, love myself! The people who came to see me off were Mr. L with curly hair and artistic style, and Mr. H who was addicted to the internet all day long. There were also several Classmates who insisted on giving me a ride before, I declined them one by one. I don’t like the solemn and stirring separation. I don’t want to indulge my tears in front of all kings. After getting on the bus, I took the luggage that Mr. L and Mr. H brought to me in Diandian. I hadn’t put it properly, and the car body had moved forward slowly without consciousness. I hurried to the window, but forgot the dark night outside the window. You, treasure! I wish you a lot of success in your life after leaving. I piled up my luggage beside the door which would not open even when it flashed to the end, and looked inside following the trunk. There were not many people. On the chair, there were people sitting half squinting their eyes, people lying on their whole bodies, people hanging their fingers and feet, and several empty places. Sir, is there anyone here? I am like a beggar begging along the street, hoping to get the mercy of my master. Looking at the faces of compatriots who wanted to die, listening to a word they squeezed out from the yellow teeth for a long time, I was really desperate like death. Please rest assured to sleep, compatriots lying asleep! I will never break your sweet Eden dream or gold rush dream, in which you Go On To Say: Oh Yeah! My Baby, Just Nice! Just Nice! I dragged my tired and floating body back to the sky that belonged to me. In front of the opposite car, there is a barking foreign dog squatting, My God! The damned beast unexpectedly took that as WC. Soon, he shook his tail to find his loyal master. The foul smell of foreign dog’s excrement mixed with WC’s elegant fishy smell is the most effective emetic. I really want to apply for a patent in the patent office, maybe I can get a commendable patent fee. Where is Fresh Oxygen? Give Me Fresh Oxygen! Dear Countrymen! Compatriots! My miserable situation now is all thanks to you. Human civilization is fully reflected on you. Your noble qualities and sentiments have really reached the peak.!! I don’t think I I am die before dawn. From the half-open window, the night wind blew into the waves. The wind before Li Ming in April was still full of biting tenderness. Looking against the wind, through the window, there was no mountain or building, only a few stars of faint lights in the suburb. Suddenly, I want to be a literati like Xu Zhimo and Yu Dafu, and write some sober and gorgeous Poems for this night. But in addition to writing some low-profile and unwritten sentences, what else can I write?!! I don’t write to my bosom lover or close friend, so I write to myself and myself! Many years later, in those fragmentary words and phrases, I could still hold up a long pole bamboo and take a small boat to the dream garden to look for the old dream left by me when I was young. Sitting on the luggage bag, with his back against the car body, he fell asleep deeply. When I woke up, the car had reached the end and the sky was bright. Out of the station, hit motorcycle, got on CMB, got off for three rounds, and arrived home when it was almost dark in the evening. The village woman who had been in the village for a long time was my mother who was more than half a hundred years earlier. 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…

Dear, you are drifting away

I apologize humbly again. In fact, I knew it would be like this in my heart, but I still couldn’t control it for a while. I despise myself a little. I will do things against my will and say things against my conscience. I am far from as calm and calm as you see. I also have full of grievances, and I also have full of anger. Those grievances and anger were all given by you, but when there was a chance to vent, I still pressed them into my heart abruptly. I know I am not wrong, so I am calm. I face all your provocation and criticism calmly. From another perspective, it also helps me grow up. I often tell myself that tolerance is a kind of virtue, and I have been trying hard to put this virtue through my life and work. When I tolerate others, I feel that I am also redeemed. The peace and beauty in my heart will spread in every tolerant person’s moment. I thought I was beautiful at that time, because of tolerance, with a smile of charity on my face, and because of tolerance, the whole person was shining with the brilliance of friendliness. But for you, I find that I really can’t do it. Even an angel is tired, let alone I am ordinary person, a woman who is ordinary to the extreme. Like you, I was loved by others in front of the treasure at home; Like you, I also had my own distinct personality. I want to tell you that I am neither a saint nor an Immortal. I am the body is ordinary, I will feel tired, I have feelings, and I will also be hurt. When what you have done is beyond my tolerance, I still can’t tear my face. I always feel pain in my heart, but I can’t ignore the friendship. I don’t know, what should I do to redeem myself and you? Looking at your twisted face due to excitement and listening to your fierce words, I found that my eloquence praised by others made me feel ashamed. I even didn’t have the courage to look at you. I bowed my head, bowed my head and confessed that I used to be too tolerant, too merciful and too careful. I cried when you didn’t see me. Crying is not because of my grievance, not because of anger, but because of my sadness. I am sad that you have been in the world of mortals for decades, and you can’t learn simple ways of being a human being; I am sad that in our group, you are getting farther and farther away from everyone; I am sad that I regard you as a trusted friend from the bottom of my heart, but you are losing me. Good, I am calm, most often, that is, indifferent. You will never think that I will cry because of you. Since the fate as a friend is so shallow, how can I let you see my tears? Even if I hurt, the pain has nothing to do with you. Seeing you leave with the smile of the winner, I admit that I was defeated, very embarrassed and completely defeated. However, I was also relieved, totally relieved. The Harmony I worked so hard to maintain and the friendship I cared about and cherished were gone away in an instant. How can you understand such sadness and helplessness? How can you understand? I promised the person who loved me to hold hands with him, that is, to face the sea, Spring is warm and flowers bloom. From then on, I will not be sad any more. Therefore, I will try my best to fulfill my promise. After wiping away my tears, I will still smile at life and treat others with tolerance, as well as you. As for you, you must have the answer in your heart. Then let’s bless each other and cherish each other! 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…

Monologue romance

I held that cigarette in my hand and said something alone, asking the rusty key to open the door of the sun. Ah, let all the sunshine string up the wish. Ah, let every past grow full of flowers and plants. Ah, let love and hate become more and more prosperous and refined. Running away, complaining about heaven and people on Geely’s digital. 168 168, all the way, all the way, the bitter spring and autumn on the land full of scars. Ah, who shouted in the tenacious trek? There are sharp swords in the heartbeat. I had no choice but to light the paper money in my hand. In the years of sacrifice and the time of gods, I arranged a spell into a line with strong wind and rain and tragic footprints, feeling life and death. Seeing the red mountains and forests everywhere, and the red leaves flying in all directions on the road, the imagination of you and me turned into poems and songs. Beauty and ugliness, truth and falsehood are intertwined with the joys and sorrows of life all the time, and those warm. The reflection is the figure of you and me, scarred. Trap, in the scene covered with colorful colors, the green leaves on the free branches turned yellow, chanting poems. The Shadow in the flowing water became thinner, singing songs. Everything grows and matures in the wind and rain, and the wonderful flowers are in every scar on the land. How much comfort and romance have turned into a wisp of sunshine and dust, falling heavily on that tortuous and bumpy road, immersed in the Vientiane moaning by every line of footprints, rich in the aftertaste and curse of life. I carved a line of words on the stone. Ah, staring at the stone statue, the world is hot and cold. The worry of life, trudge in the fire and water. All-inclusive, on each piece of plaid manuscript paper. The trembling of the wind pushed all the Hearts away. Yes, the wine flag was riddled with holes in the vast expanse. Yes, in the vast dream, everything is greedy. Yes, the conspiracy between him and her was locked in the mighty. I walked from one kind of music to another kind of music, and many kinds of maturity and enthusiasm gradually became that nature print, homeless, I had to stand beside that old tree and overlook the Spring and Autumn period, lamenting the time. Therefore, the wind and sand blew the old years, and you and me. The sound of the waves is still the same, passing away on that leaf. The road in the palm of your hand is full of the sound of heart and heart. Standing sadly, all the scenes were mottled. Along the melody of the happy hometown, I walked into the sunshine and moonlight, and walked into the small stone house surrounded by the fence, talking about flowers and plants, it became the nursery rhyme and enchanting mountain ballad which was blown by trumpet flowers on the mud wall. The alternation of the new and the old is reciprocating one by one. Passing by, the peaks and valleys of each time forever. Love and hate, like the wind and rain, filled with the world how many thoughts, heavy waves of foot sound. The white color chased by time is thick into colorful colors. Overlooking, the dark clouds, the Phantom waves, dream into a blossoming flower in the sky. Black and White are clear, far-reaching in the vast expanse. In the wandering story, there is another pain. Therefore, I arranged the initial imagination into Hieroglyphs Without rhyme one by one, reflecting the cloak and bathing figures one by one, rising or falling on the green branches. From then on, in every meditation, I nodded my head, sighing from the wings of life far or near, and the leisurely call echoed a burst of songs of my mother. There was a pain in taking care all the way, over the mountains. There is a kind of wandering, standing in the wind and rain. The bird’s wings became tired into every sound of the waves. Maybe, in your eyes and me, the strands of wind and dust are attached to the beginning one after another, and the breath of life contains the most beautiful and tragic plots and contents; how much I want to get close to you, and experience your heartbeat and breath with warmth. All sorts of strange things, thick is that layer of dust. The music played by all parties is also a wisp of dust. A wild love is popular in the whisper of the blowing wind. Is? The dust blew on my face, which made me open my heart and marvel at doors and windows in the scarred scene of swords and swords. Insomnia, fireworks and the deep-rooted memories of breaking into the door turned into oil paintings full of insects and fishes. I finally understood the past and rearranged the days full of wind and rain one by one, putting all my doubts in the running water, hanging all in the light and water, not those bare branches, overlook the dream again and again. I finally figured out the emotion of that period, and put the most fashionable advertisement on everyone’s face, every modern word is full of the ups and downs of the world and life, as well as the gains and losses and the right and wrong. Finally, I found the mistake brought by beauty, marching silently on the crisscross road, regardless of the wind and waves, footprints and the sigh of the figure, the song and the picture scroll of life are written again and again, attracting the soul. From then on, I picked up the bleeding feather and chatted. Since then, all the romance remains warm and cold 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…

Morning mist

Wake up, open the window, light clouds, indicating that it is a sunny morning. Hurriedly went downstairs and went east along the street. The crowded road in the daytime was quiet and empty without any pedestrians. Therefore, there was some excitement, as if this should be the original appearance of the small town. Walking to the municipal square, I found that there was fog quietly. The top floor of this proud building in the past was covered with a layer of gauze clothes shyly, which made me quiet and mysterious. I almost doubted my eyes. After rubbing, I really felt that it was not a dream, so I felt deeply relaxed and relaxed immediately. When we arrived at the East Bridge, the fog gradually increased. When going out, I decided to shoot the sunrise, but at this time, it was a hazy scene. It can’t be denied that there is nothing more tangled than the sudden change of the original intention. Fortunately, I have a indifferent heart. If there is fog, there will be fog. Since there is nothing to change the world, then I will adapt to the world. I remember who said that wind, flowers, snow and moon can be painted, and this morning fog must have its own elegant demeanour At the end of the bridge, I turned into the street garden. Maybe I was used to it at ordinary times and didn’t think it was brilliant. However, under the shadow of heavy fog, a delightful charm appeared, sitting down on the chair, thinking for a while, I completely figured out that the beauty or not of some things are all due to the way and mood we observe things. In fact, I like the foggy days and the gentle and graceful fog. She makes everything around become ethereal and mysterious. Besides, there is a smell of fog and a slight smell of scented tea. Take a deep breath, from the nasal cavity to the bottom of my heart, there is a feeling of moisture, very moist. Move on to the boat camp, because it is wide and flat, and the river becomes docile here. In the past, this place was a parking place for platoon, but now, it has become a place for people in small towns to swim and exercise. So. It has an elegant name ship camp. Standing on the dam of the camp, you can see the big river in front of you. There are two islands in the river, dividing the Ya River into three. The river winds through the Green Islands, which is a good scenery line. However, at this time, there was heavy fog, and the river was so quiet that it was hard to see the flow of water. Black, deeper and more mysterious. The fog became thicker and thicker, from the sky to every corner of the Earth, low and dim. But the light spirit of fog and fog, people’s feelings, the world is originally colorful, the combination of the two is the best realm. With dew all the way, the camera was set up in the fog, but a little scruple suddenly appeared in my heart, thinking of the problem of saturation. Under the condition of low visibility, it should not be an opportunity for shooting, at least it is not a chance for me, a novice, to shoot films. But he didn’t give up. Looking into the distance, the low cloud and mist were floating around the small city, and the outline of the city was looming. He had never shot it in the fog, but he still pressed the shutter with his scalp. Then I glanced at the river, looking for anything to shoot Finally, I aimed at the lonely boat on the misty river. Since it came into my sight, I fixed it into the scenery in my heart, which was my character. After taking two photos, I found that there were some trees around me, some blooming flowers, the swaying grass in the fog and the wet dew, which really matched the old saying, the scenery is sometimes at your feet. Suddenly there was a feeling that not every outdoor shooting would have lovely light. The Nature was unpredictable. People were so helpless in front of it that there was no other way to go except for choosing to adapt. Think about it again, it is also good to have foggy days, and the world is better to be hazy. There is really no need to take everything seriously. Most things can’t be like this. Keeping a mystery will be like wearing a layer of gauze. It looks not only beautiful, but also much easier. Laughing secretly, photography can sometimes make people change their way of thinking and analyze the situations they encounter rationally. It is really good to learn photography. 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…

In spring, go to read leaves (E Weekly)

I will continue to stay with this city in another way 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…

Spring thoughts

I will continue to stay with this city in another way 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…