Stew a bowl of chicken soup to nourish the soul

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…

Stew a bowl of chicken soup to nourish the soul

Stew a bowl of chicken soup to nourish the soul

Cloudy sky, gray clouds, a rainstorm, the coolness gathered together gave birth to loneliness and love dearly. The dispute with him left a lot of sentimental feelings. The passing years, the past time, how many tender feelings were ruined into a scene of devastation. -Wen: before the window, the cold and deep mist lingered on the fingertips. When a person leaned against the window to listen to the rain, the embroidered rain curtain began to be filled with light sorrow, blurred thoughts twined in the sound of rain like sobs. Flash scattered in red dust, bow shallow poetry sings Xinyue King Xi King don’t know. Hide the secret that you don’t know in your heart, so that you can reach out and touch lightly, describe your clear eyebrows, touch the moment you are like jade, face like smoke clouds, pause a little, continue to reach out and touch lightly, so repeatedly wandering here alone, deep in love like crazy. I like to read others’ books, write my own words, write my own feelings about life; Write my own fragments, record every bit of my mental journey; I like to listen to others’ songs, please feel happy, do what you like to do, and love the people you love. I always want to sort out the sensitive nerves carefully, extend the dusty memory, and count those throbbing moments or moving feelings with the tip of the pen; I always want, splice the details of the life process into a unique scene and place it in the attic of memory; Always want to pick up the language fragments scattered on the ground, together with those ruthless passing years, extend them with the most affectionate words… The so-called want to forget is also hard to be free and easy. Forgive me, I can’t let go of the past and the beautiful memories, but in this world, we are so reluctant to leave each other. Through the years, there will always be some people who deserve our attachment, there will always be some things that are unforgettable, there will always be some memories lingering, and there will always be some regrets accompanying us… Heart Like flower, lengxiang exercised. The sound and expression of the old days had already dimmed my sight. When all the hopes were frozen, I quietly felt the tenderness left behind by the fine lines, and mourned for the lonely shadows. And you are always the light and shadow in the diagonal grid, wandering on the edge of dreams and reality. If the verdant locked by time moves the cold plain Moon and clear autumn, then the weak water is three thousand, who will take you and drink out of the world of mortals? There is a little melancholy and a little sorrow in this love, but the love is deep and unforgettable, just because this is the only beginning and end. The rain gradually stopped, the clouds faded away, and the glittering tears quietly touched the clear plain face. In this sad dream, love will go to the barren, and I, I will keep the only love in this desolation. That year self flower pen, and now, dian mo love, full paper xiaoxiao. Life is like water, new ideas are less, love is easy to say. Love words are old and difficult to read every year. Xian to Lancome red bean wine, Xie Chunhua, as if laughing at my silence. Should love be a bowl of chicken soup? After being simmered with slow fire, the fragrance can appear a little bit. It can’t afford a few bites, and it does not stimulate the greasy taste. However, it has to taste it carefully to keep the fragrance on the teeth and cheeks and let the warm flow down. Should we find each other’s advantages in noisy days, understand each other’s feelings when we sit and talk, and find each other’s gentleness in a little care, use time and sincerity to build a platform that can stand down for two people. Only a bowl of soup can warm the stomach and a love like chicken soup can warm the heart. Precipitate the soul, clean the impurities in the eyes, and try to cook a bowl of sweet chicken soup to nourish the soul for love. 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…

If life is just like the first sight

We often don’t know where each other is or who to ask. Sitting alone in the room in Endless Daze, even no one missing, will often fall into deeper panic, and become more and more confused, so I learned to be deeper alone. My friends occasionally advised me to go out for a walk and breathe the air in the wild when I was upset, which might relieve my nervous nerves temporarily. In fact, I also understand that it is not because I am used to being lonely, but because I am used to being lonely. When I was young, I liked to have colorful dreams. However, many dreams condensed into a kind of attachment that I couldn’t help myself. Sentimentally attached to the past, the deceased relatives, and the unrealized dreams. In every windy morning, the sunshine reflected into the hut along the carved glass, and when I shed warmth on my face, I was alert that I was not living in a dream. I have never thought about what I really want. The sun rises day by day and sets day by day. Every cycle of days has lost too many desires of all living beings. I imagined that one day I would become a loyal follower of the Buddha, throwing away flashy dreams and vulgar desires and listening to the teachings of the Buddha under the Bodhi tree. However, I still have desires, there is also love and hate. In this flashy world like a dream, I have also helped many people with my sincerity, which makes people around me have a feeling of success. I can’t live without them, just like they can’t let me go. In a sense, people live for desire. Desire is the extension of dreams. When dreams are hard to realize, desire becomes the most luxurious thing. But my desire is so shallow that I only need a hug and a long-lost greeting. I often miss my former friends, because after a long time, work changed one after another, contact information changed again and again, and friends almost became strangers, strange people may not recognize the shadow of the past even passing by each other. However, I still remember the previous happiness, the promise made under the willows by the lake; The red fish playing in the green water; The sparkling ripples rolled up by the breeze. Yes, I still remember that hazy and Green emotion, which started from the tranquil lake surface, but was buried in the deep lake bottom. The opera had just begun, but before I could taste it carefully, it ended hastily. Just as “one meter of Sunshine” said: the eternity that can’t be achieved in a lifetime may be condensed at a certain point; The brilliance that can’t be possessed in a lifetime may only be within that one meter. However, if you miss it, you will miss it. The short one meter of sunshine will only occasionally shine on people’s side, but not necessarily cover everyone’s surroundings. The sunshine that belongs to us is so short, but it still shines on us after all. Even if we miss it, we have left traces, at least we have got short happiness. The Buddha said, everything is unreal. I said, everything comes and goes is fate. Even if there is no result, we are still friends. We will miss each other and care about each other. Even if we are thousands of miles away, we cannot contact each other, still each other blessing. In the photo album of youth, there is no shadow of youth. I looked into the mirror carefully. On a familiar and strange face in the mirror, there was a clear tail with years growing out. It was silent and seemed like a lifetime. When the night fell, I lay on the bed, always lost in the dreamy dark night, feeling the interlacing of reality and dreams. Therefore, I began to look for sleepless pillow, trying to get rid of loneliness. If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan. I finally knew that the past had gone away from me. Fate was like a river with high tide. When the tide came, the wind and clouds surged. When the tide went, people went to the building. But in a flash, things were different. 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…

Race Season

Today, our school held a sports meeting. As for the sports meeting, I have been used to one role since I was young, that is, the audience. With the slightly cold wind in May in Changchun, the opening ceremony of our sports meeting was over. It was said that the songs had been updated so many times, but the national anthem was still so fascinating.. Sitting quietly on the playground with the breeze blowing my face, I suddenly felt that there were so many trees in our school. Rows of willows kept swinging with the rhythm of the wind, which was comparable to a well-trained dance team, the flowing leaves are the moving notes, and the thoughts are also taken away by this scene. With the cheers of my classmates, I saw those runners. In fact, personally, I think the biggest selling point of this sports meeting is the men’s race, because this project is really full of speed and passion. Come on, I saw a boy who was tall, strong, running so fast and really enviable. However, somehow, the recent melancholy mood crept up quietly, thinking of myself, isn’t it always said in the society to marry Gao fushuai now? Yes, what a realistic society this society is, but like me, where should a young man who is neither tall nor handsome enough and not rich go? When sighing about others’ good things, we always think about our own shortcomings, and then we will be very sad. After years of hard study, we came to the university, regardless of whether the university is good or bad, at least it is still a nominal ivory tower, which protects our wings for less than the last four years. People all say that university is not an end point but a starting point, I think now I can really understand this sentence deeply. In college, we are all at the starting point of life, However, the starting point is slightly different from that of universities. We run to the distance we want to go at this starting point. The success and failure of life depend on the direction you are heading, I have been in college for almost a year, and everyone is running their own future, either good or bad. But we all have to abide by a jungle rule in this society, anyone who doesn’t obey this rule will be out, so what we can do is to make ourselves stronger and stronger. The people beside me burst into cheers, and I suddenly came back from my mind. Oh, it turned out that the athletes from the Math Institute had achieved good results, and they were celebrating, there is a beautiful girl in the crowd who attracts my attention. Isn’t she the dancing girl? What a beautiful girl, what a beautiful girl. Everyone says that she is a talented woman, beautiful women match heroes. Isn’t this scene that beautiful women welcome the triumphant heroes, I think.. In the race season, we, young people who just started, can grasp the future by ourselves. In the race season, come on. 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…

Goodbye, time

Goodbye, time

Lightly twist a paper bookmark, write down the sentimental feelings of fleeting time, change the story of the past, after several rounds of reincarnation, let the time breed and spread, and crush the past. I like to record the years in my fingertips with words, lean against the window alone, comb the old wounds carefully, look at the past leisurely, and take all the memories of empty melancholy. Doumo complained about his bosom mind, and his love was so long. It was an old scene, and his old friend had disappeared. Text: standing in front of the window with a wisp of breeze, counting the traces left by time, washing the floor, but mottling the memory. Holding you in my hand, burning incense devoutly, cutting off a candle light, lighting up the economy, not asking for soul-stirring, just asking for love a sad and beautiful song echoing in my ears, in an instant, let me suddenly fall into the abyss of infinite melancholy. Holding a finger of time, walking alone in the scenery of the fleeting years. I was once obsessed with the grace of words and the sadness of words. Those sad and emotional words were like jumping notes and burning lonely hearts. The gentle dance on the tip of the pen, like a wisp of warm wind, has also warmed the soft heart. The passion of time burned out the last wisp of dark fragrance, and all the dreams that had been compiled were suddenly gone. The so-called eternity and the so-called happiness are just the prosperity of strangers. That meeting can not reach the gradual departure of time. Time can crush youth, and time can change appearance, but there is one thing that time and time can’t melt, that is the missing treasured deep in the city. I can lock my pen. But it cannot lock love and sadness. I can’t see the autumn water that I can’t wear, the world of mortals that I can’t see through, and tap my heart one by one. The story of you and me is engraved on the heart. Love and hate are long, a little bit of worry. The Lovesickness of the past years is scattered in the deepest corner of the fleeting time. I have been walking on the road in a hurry and have no time to take care of the scenery in front of me. The season and sunshine have been deeply forgotten by accident. The instant and instant beauty flows in the air and many things are within reach, gradually fade away, but the pain is always my own. Only when you stop your heart, open the window and focus on some plain things can you suddenly find the miracle and brilliance in your life. I have been used to shuttling back and forth among strangers, passing by with smiles again and again, and never looking back at each other’s appearance. I know that if some people are destined, walking through thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, there will also be times of meeting. If there is no chance, looking back for several times, what will happen? What adds is just extra sorrow. Wandering in the crowd, I don’t know where to go. Maybe the passing of time is too ruthless, which makes me lose my sense of direction for a time. On the platform of time, there will always be someone coming and someone walking. When they come, the gorgeous scene will bloom with smiles. When they leave, the back will be buried bit by bit with a picture. When they are used to the ups and downs, they will be relieved a lot. Vicissitudes the annual rings of old trees grow wildly round and round, and they all forget the vicissitudes after the Rainbow. In this way, the stream once covered with luxuriant grass and dreamy cobblestones was leisurely, slowly, slowly and leisurely soaked in the brightest longitude and latitude in life, soft and charming! It seems that there is no trace, but the gallery of history has already been fixed. Under the Sky, in the sea, a lonely Walker stopped the waves and sang; In the vast sky, he bent over to pick up the seeds of dandelion left by the season, she clumsily planted some deserted lines of poetry. She walked alone, gradually moving away, gradually losing the sky and the sky, and the clear light was on the ground. Shake off the long-time memories and check out the time that has been forgotten. All creatures sang songs all the way through the flourishing season and the blooming season. However, the flourishing season was gone and the singing was not there either. Years, wind and frost engraved on the forehead, a yellow broken mark, but in the Moonlight clear especially sad. Twist the time lightly, watch the scenes passing by, the guests passing by, the stories wandering under the time, and listen to the breeze sighing. The shallow marks of time have smoothed my too many rhombus angles, and the ruthless carving knife of time has carved out too many memories of me so that I can’t find the traces of my past every time I think about the past, however, as for your figure being blurred by the river of memory, the smiling face of the past, as time slips away, I don’t know where it is scattered? Pulling the memory back to reality, the feeling of desolation highlights one’s loneliness more and more, which is the silk thread of memory. Eventually back to starting point. Along the way, I have experienced one after another spiritual station in my life, but my return is still so far away. How many days and nights are embracing loneliness, listening to my past as smoke, sighing, looking back like a dream, the year of beauty is easy to fade. In the light time, you don’t have to be surprised by some discoveries, because many beauties have been flourishing for many years. How much time do you have in your life? The flowers on the street fall and Bloom, Bloom and fall. In this way, the years passed quietly in the silent time. There was also a past and a meeting in the deepest world of mortals. I have understood that life is just a gathering. No one wants to go to me for a period of past events, doing meaningless addiction. There were also Memories and casual separation. Before the flowers fell, I had already drunk a cup of tea tasteless. Time is a green pen, using ink like running water to write books planned by time. From ancient times till now, we have performed the same theme in different stories. Years light, homecoming. Goodbye, time. 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…

Free as the wind

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…

City a bit cold

The hot summer has already said goodbye! In this strange city. For so many days, I can’t feel which classmates at home are sweating like rain, only feeling that the city is a little cold. Some people say: no matter how cold it is, it is true to think about it. A person has no freedom to stay at home, and friends will be invited to make a phone call wherever he wants to go. After a long time, there will be less contact, sometimes I feel lonely. Yes, do we have any smell of the future. What will we do in the future? I watched the video of “old boy” a few days ago, and felt very good. When we step into our jobs one by one, do we still have the passion of those years and have our original dream come true? I still remember where my sworn friend who accompanied me at that time is now? Is there no news about the one I deeply liked in those years? In the real society, what can we take to keep this lost youth? Will we finally feel numb as we go further and further? Someone will, someone will not, who knows! On the 20th, Chopsticks Brothers sang “Old Boy” and “father” in the concert in this city. I went there and came back immediately. I still stayed at home and occasionally helped my father to work on the construction site! I know that most of my classmates are bored at home like me at this time. Their cellphones still receive the weather forecast from Tianmen. The temperature is very high, but I can’t feel it for a long time. I know after 90 of US mobile phone into the inseparable, waiting for mobile phone one end of a willing to sent his boring time of friends or opposite sex. Sometimes I don’t know what it is for to log on to QQ and what I am looking forward to. Although this city is cold, it is beautiful at night. Neon lights with light as the main ingredient fill the whole street, the trees on both sides are decorated with flowing light bands, like meteors in the night passing across the sky. The Rainbow in the dark night is so beautiful. No matter how beautiful the night is, one is lonely. I like the night of gathering together. Even if it is not beautiful, at least I won’t feel cold in this cold night. Sometimes I wonder who can remember or would like to accompany me to visit this cold and beautiful night! A few days ago, someone told me that it was not unusual to go shopping alone. Everyone had his own hobby. Just like nobody ignores me when I am unhappy. In this bizarre night but few people, less than 200,000 of the population of urban development is unusually rapid mobile phone and QQ on occasionally burst, network become our only exchange way. I don’t know when I can go back, what kind of taste it is, and how many rogues there are in the alternation of hot and cold. What will be the end of cold, hot and cold? Maybe everything started from heat will end from cold, but I always hope in my heart: no matter what, the ending should not be cold and unacceptable. In the end, the city is a little cold, but it is not impossible to survive. It still has its touching side and warm side. 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…