Lost Years

Lost years really, that is confusion, a feeling of being at a loss. I don’t know when the ship of life will berth to the center of the vast river, and the distance is just blue. There is no sun, no moon, no stars, and no date. It seems that everything has sunk into the bottom of the river and evolved into a delicate fossil with the faint silt. His boat had no oars, and even the sail had already been lost. Helpless, can only be helpless. I ran desperately, but still couldn’t run out of the football field. I am disoriented player, he can’t find the ball frame at all. He just runs wildly without feeling of exhaustion or exhaustion of power, but running and running can never escape from the lost ruins. The ball is the only bet of life. Without the ball, you will lose your only chip and have to leave. I have no direction, it should be no direction. People are floating, where to go, I am like a walking corpse, unconscious. Sometimes I think that this may be my own fault, or it is my own fault. Time is like a piece of dust and sand. The lost time is when the wind blows, it is gray, the sand is rolling, and the dust is flying. It is because I don’t have the courage to open my eyes, stay where I am, and have no choice., The time is too long. It seems to be the polar day and night at the two poles. It will always be day or night. Time is a dry riverbed, with traces of cracks covering the whole body, looking forward to the ocean flow all the time. Good memories are the reason to stick to it. In waiting, time slipped away suddenly. The wonderful memory and the reality are desperately torn, and we can’t tell whether it is true or not. The dim street lamp lengthened my Afterimage. I stepped into the darkness and shouted loudly to those sleepy Stars until my throat became hoarse and I was exhausted, the only thing left is that I look at each other in silence and night. I am confused, really confused. My soul is wandering, and it was myself who exiled her to a foreign land. Perhaps, time itself is confused and at a loss, chasing desperately, but there is no way to know what is worth chasing desperately. The same is life. Things that are not known at all still need to be chased desperately. I don’t know whether it is called vain or tragedy. Perhaps, I was born in the confused years, so that my whole body was full of bewilderment and even more pain, so I was doomed to face myself with bewilderment. Perhaps, what is confused is only oneself, and the passing of time only aggravates the degree of confusion. Time itself is not at a loss, still walking under the sound of Horseshoe, still waking up and sleeping between sunrise and rising moon. Maybe ====== too much maybe, so many assumptions are not allowed in life, and so many possibilities are impossible. Conjecture and speculation can only make oneself indecisive, at a loss and more confused. Confused Years, confused years, I am confused. 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…

Cold rain of Xi

The southerners who fell into their dreams with the flowing water on the bridge all had an unspeakable crazy dream: on the silent wilderness, the birch forest, just like the bare uneven wound, was waiting for the snow to fall down, those were the transparent tears in the sky, melting in the eyes of the land, which cured the loneliness and stubbornness of the North. Who left his flat footprints on the snow as if the clear fable stretches to Eden? The reason why he said he was crazy about dreams is that there is only a cold rain wrapped in the reality, in the trickling trifles, the mood of being too late to take root will breed gloomy seeds. The more you want to escape, the more you will review the similar dreams. The snow in the north, even if it is just a distant sound, is also a warm sound. Most of the people who looked forward to the back of the northern land with deep feelings were Southerners who had lost Wu Nong’s soft words. Thinking of Zhang Ailing recalling the little radish soup with duck tongue in Tianjin in a calm tone, she was a little drunk, three points greedy mouth, seven points female nature made, in addition to cool and sad, real ordinary life atmosphere. I am used to the spleen and stomach of Southern dishes, and it is inevitable that I feel jealous. The difference between regions sometimes determines the temperament of the two kinds of scenery. The rain path in the South is still shallow, and the cultivation can not be crystal clear. Beauty is beautiful, and after all, it is too delicate to lose texture; The snow in the North has its own spirit, rough and elegant, silent and profound, attracting you at ease. Going around in the cold rain in the South, Lu Xiaoman overdrawn his gorgeous youth, and the Shanghai ladies became a sticky rice on their clothes; Lin Huiyin, who passed in April, accepted the independent bearing of the snow in the north, knowing to abide by, letting go, ups and downs, is still a cinnabar mole in the poet’s heart. The latter is probably appreciated by the world. There is no scenery in familiar places, especially when familiar places become natural or even essential. People who grow up in the South are too eager to squander their courage. They prefer to use their bodies to get close to the desolation of the ice and snow to feel the shock of the real skin cutting, which is better than to waste their years into the endless cold rain. However, people always ignore that life is not a graffiti that can be tampered with willfully, and every story has the most suitable development context. Imagine if the Southerners who are used to watching the smoke Willow painting bridge will be burnt by the snow light? With a chest full of West Lake water, can you resist the howling and whipping of the north wind? We dare not and are unwilling to answer. Kuafu, who was determined day by day, eventually died of thirst on the journey. But I thought that this was his luck. If he really caught up with the sun, his body would probably disappear. Kites have wind, dolphins have sea, and each life form has its own existence. We cannot touch the real North if we lack enough experience to brew into a fearless mood. Even if we set foot on the land of the North, we would desecrate its world like ignorant and savage fools. If so, we might as well miss each other. There are not many people who can not only control the majestic momentum of snow in the north, but also blend in the misty rain and mist in the water village. Su Shi may be counted as one. He could be a high-spirited warrior in the snow and snow, or a literati who mourned his dead wife in the bitter wind and rain. Only the comments chosen by history are Zuo qianhuang and right Optimus, which have nothing to do with ten years of life and death. Su Shi, the founder of Bold words, was a passer in the south of the Yangtze River in a hurry. His spiritual residence was in the north, on the vast snow field. Authentic Southerners can only walk in the cold rain in the South. After being tired, I turned around and could rest without a pulse of water. Many people searched for him for thousands of times, but forgot to look back at the recession. I really don’t know if I am in blessing. If you choose a kind of life, you must pay a price. Are you afraid of the noise and sorrow of cold rain? Exquisite and thoughtful, is the beautiful blessing of God, is a little aura in the southern people’s bones, why should we abandon it? If this is the price that you have to pay when you were born and grew up, it must be the happiest sacrifice in the world. In the past, I didn’t understand where the origin of the local complex of the literati from the north and the South was, and I didn’t understand where the origin was that I stubbornly devoted my whole life to pet one side of the world as the center of the world. Now it seems to have. No matter how paranoid they are, they are understandable. They either find a destination in the swirling snow or find comfort in the fine rain. And this dependence is beyond the feeling of crossing the ocean and experiencing prosperity in other places. There is no scenery in the familiar places, but the past, which cannot be thrown away constantly. It is not a gentle net Twining, but a mark left in the body and a warm breath can be sniffed when breathing. Chi Zijian, who grew up in Mohe, once told southerners with pride how long the taste of salt in the North was, and the tears of northerners were more salty and weighty than those of southerners. Then we can proudly say that the rain in the south and the cold rain in the South are both human feelings. Whether they are proud or frustrated, they are accompanied by the footsteps of passers-by, or Xu or urgent, never stop, this is a kind of tacit understanding, but it is not just a kind of tacit understanding. In the slogan of Korean national education, there is a saying that children with Korean clothes appear in TV malls to learn how to make pickles. They may not really understand the so-called country, the so-called home, however, the memory of the Earth is completely preserved by the simple things in front of me, which is another realm of the Earth. This heart and this body all depend on each other with the land under its feet. People’s attributes are just like this. It is wood, it takes root, it is water, it integrates, it is fire, it is warm, it is Jade, and it is warm. Just like you and me, we are waiting for a cold rain to live a genuine life, the life of southerners. 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…

Love waiting

The small town was enveloped by rainy night, and the colorful lights were blooming. The elegant rain reflected the blurred colors and touched the vertical and horizontal annual rings of the city. It was ethereal and remote, graceful and light. The splashing rain of the galloping car wetted your clothes, while your Thousands of thoughts were flying in the floating flowers and rain, which was still the path that met him, it is still the charming weeping willow on the roadside, the passers-by walking in a hurry, and the small town which carries your life and growth gently opens the small window in your heart, the wind in late autumn touches this simple and elegant heart with a hint of refreshing and coolness. Quietly, I concentrated my heart and looked far away. In the night, I enjoyed the quietness and serenity of the night alone. I really wanted to wave goodbye to the complexity of yesterday and carry the happiness of two people with silent waiting. The past like a dream and smoke, it often makes people feel the time flowing. I don’t want to deliberately interpret the spotted traces left by time. I am worried about the loneliness and tranquility. Silent thinking will suddenly give people an epiphany that suddenly hurts the past, or be pulled by the sensitive and sentimental thoughts greedily, or freeze the feeling of being broken in the abyss of sadness. However, the time of the world of mortals has gone to sleep dimly. For more than 40 autumn, winter, spring and summer, the silky gray hair secretly climbed up your temples, walked through the alley of life, and halfway through the journey, those youth passing like bright fireworks, it has already accumulated into the graceful feelings in the bottom of my heart, combing the light joy and sorrow of the secular world with the rain, and looking for the once colorful flowers in the mottled memories of the fleeting years. I sigh with emotion that you are a little afraid of the years, and you are in a hurry, with a flick of a finger. Sometimes when the wind blows, I dare not walk alone. I don’t know who will pursue persistently or who will wait eagerly before you come back, everything seems to slip away quietly. The autumn rain rested, the night breeze was clear, the red sleeves sighed lightly that the moon was as old as before, and the gazing eyes were scattered in the recalling of the nib. Once we met without words, the flow of the rhinoceros was in the dim light. Walking on the boundless road of life, he lowered his eyebrows and asked himself softly, was it still that colorful alley in the rain? Is it still the scene of playing in the rain one after another hand in hand? Yes, everything seems to be in my mind. After a journey full of flowers and flowers, the time is beating leisurely and rolling in the world of mortals. The blurred youth has already settled in the bottom of my heart, firmly stranded in the depth of my memory. Maybe there are soft wounds, warm pains, and sour astringency. However, you are devoting yourself to your life goals, filtering fierceness and vanity, and returning to peace and detail, you have already been used to running around in memory, and the time that flows away in a hurry has become boundless. Walking alone in this deep rainy night, picking up a bunch of fragrant rain, praying and thankful for the giving of life. With the breeze and bright moon, holding the high mountains and flowing water, the mixed thoughts are deposited in the clear and shallow words, let life be more real and happiness pervade every space. You carefully cut the most beautiful moment of yesterday, copy it in the Life diary written with great concentration, raise the fervor in the deep of the eyebrows and leaves, the flowers are not withered, but turned into falling red and more graceful. Buddha said: one flower, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi, one season, one autumn, one smile, one dust, all of which are a state of mind, that is, the whole world. When I was strangers to the dust mirror, I cried with tears, and my face and look were also Shining. I stretched out my hand and swept my long hair slightly, letting my melancholy drift away gently in the autumn wind with the dust, and I would miss and trace of devotion, there are also those unomelable bits and pieces accompanying him, which are copied in warm words with ink incense. The raindrops fell down on your cheek, making you relaxed and happy. The beautiful music came out from the roadside shop, which was his favorite song to sing to you. Suddenly the whole body warmed up, yeah, no matter how far he goes, he is always in your heart. In fact, there is no need to pray for the everlasting love from day to day. Maybe you just need to wait far away. 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…

Black hole draws

Grandma had been ill for a long time. Finally, on that day, I vaguely felt that the atmosphere at home was wrong. My father and aunt always look in a hurry. My sister and I fell asleep in the east, where could we sleep? There was a sense of fear in my heart. Late at night, I heard my father and aunt turning outside the door and shouting: Mum! Come on! God! Come back! “Later I knew it was the custom of my hometown, and it was said that this could call back my soul.> maybe it was almost dawn, crying came from Xili, and the voice was getting louder and louder. My father’s cry shocked me. My father cried, and I knew what that meant. Father and aunt cried inside, while mother cried outside. I felt bored in fear. My mother and grandmother were always at odds. Did she cry too? But my mother did cry very painful, and it was the kind of crying without adulteration. From birth, it seems that there is a black hole attracting you slowly. Step by step, people will go to the black hole, and no one can escape. Even a great man like Mao Zhou and Zhu Liu just disappeared in the black hole eventually. This is a process, which is long and short, vigorous, ordinary, happy and sad …… in my memory, death seems to be a very distant thing. Suddenly one day I calmed down and counted people around who were not old but had already died, only to find that sometimes death might be close at hand. Although this is pessimistic, who can say it is not true? Li Chong, the son of the next-door neighbor, came back from the Army and was killed in a fight with others in the dance hall as soon as he joined the job; The man who was as strong as a cow was called Wen Shanhe and died of suffocating in the oil tank because; when I was young, my partner Ma Jun died of nameless symptoms when he was working outside; My uncle’s family and my fifth brother were killed in a car accident. Who can hold himself? When we unconsciously get closer to the black hole, who can resist its gravity? Judging from my life experience of more than thirty years, there are absolutely some pure, real and beautiful things in life. For example youth. One day, I found that I became lazy, impetuous, and no longer active. When I was drinking, I didn’t make my fist as loud as before, and even didn’t do it at all. It is no longer like the timely rain Song Jiang on Liangshan to make friends with various heroes. My friends fixed those close friends and only muddled with them. Sometimes on some occasion, my friends introduced their friends to me. I just dealt with a few words politely, and I was extremely reluctant, too lazy to talk. Is this an old sign? But I am still between standing and not confused. How can I get old soon? There is one real thing in the world, that is, money, which can be exchanged for other materials. Of course, there are also those invisible but more precious than money, such as love and friendship. People become more and more realistic. They value everything in front of them and are too lazy to pursue these tiring things. Think also, rather than wait for windfalls, came with respect to kindly accept, not to go. Because people are going to walk into the black hole, they have to do something before going in, and they have to do it wholeheartedly. In the process of walking, there are some fruits on the fruit trees on the roadside, which are within reach. If you pick it and eat it, it may be sweet, sour or astringent. I will experience countless choices in my life. Every choice is my life. What kind of fruit to pick and which fruit to pick are sour? Is Sweet? Or astringent? This is all life! If there are fewer choices in life, will there be more happiness? When I was 19, my grandma was critically ill. When I was dying, I came to her Kang. I am look after my grandma, I have deep feelings for her. This time I felt the atmosphere when my ten-year-old grandma passed away. My mother was waiting by the Kang, while my uncle was restless and worried. I asked Grandma: Grandma, do you still know me? Grandma opened her eyes and answered me two words: Yes. This is the last sentence my grandma left to me. Looking at my mother and uncle’s grief, I knew that everyone had to experience this kind of scene, and one day when I reached the edge of life, my children would also grieve for me in this way. Today, when I write these words here with the mentality of an adult in my thirties, my tears can’t help overflowing. I was not afraid of death, but it was hard to imagine how sad my only daughter would be and couldn’t bear it at the last moment. Not long ago, I saw another scene in the funeral of a friend’s father. An old friend of this old man came to the funeral before his death. The old man who was in charge of shouting three bows in front of the mourning hall and the one who was in charge of the funeral were also old acquaintances. The old man shouted: a bow! Second bow! Three bow! After shouting three bows, the funeral preparation left to one side, but the old man continued to shout: four bows! The mourner had to stand still and continue to bow. Five bow! Six bow! …… The mourner couldn’t help asking: Ah, old punishment! Why do you still shout a bow? Lao Xing said: this is the rule here. We have to bow 120 times before we finish the calculation! Everyone laughed, and the mourners also laughed and scolded: this old guy! On such a solemn occasion, the old friends of the old man could have fun even before his death. It was conceivable that the old man was also an open-minded and free man before his death. His soul is not far away. Seeing an old friend doing this in front of the spirit, he must have a smile! Salute to these old comrades! 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…

Fly the happy song from the bottom of my heart

First of all, I declare that my voice is not complete. If I open my mouth, I will probably be classified as noise pollution. I am ashamed and ashamed, so I never dare to sing with self-knowledge and avoid making a fool of myself. But in fact, I like music very much. Those classic lyric songs are familiar but never tired of listening to them. Sometimes I am addicted to them by playing them cyclically on QQ, worshiping those singers. Therefore, Zhejiang Satellite TV’s “Voice of China” can’t help attracting me deeply. “The Voice of China” was held on the spot by four big shots, including Liu Huan, Na Ying, Yan Chengqing and Yang Kun, with their backs on the stage. The four mentors knew nothing about the basic situation of singers on the stage, only by being moved by the singing voice and turning around after pressing the key initiatively can we see the true face of the singer, either male or female, tall or short, handsome or ugly, which also means, in this selection, singing is the only one, so it is absolutely fair. Only by performing well and winning by singing can you win the turn of your mentor and change from passive to active, to open life in new starting point. There is no doubt that the 10 singers in each stage start singing on the stage. They all love the extraordinary singing skills of music and have worked hard for it for several years, so they can stand on this big stage, singing in front of the tutor is a dream. Thanks to the solid basic skills, most of the voices were shocked by the sound. The four mentors often rushed to turn around by pressing the button, dancing on the revolving chair, shaking their heads and being infatuated until they got up from their seats and clapped warmly, then he tried his best to fight for this singer, setting off a war without smoke, which was extremely exciting. To be honest, almost every singer in every issue has a tortuous or touching story about singing. They are intoxicated in music and sublimated in music, the passion burst out heartily, and even tears filled my eyes, touching the audience, the mentor and myself. Yang Kun, who was influenced by the Lacoste’s tears by Na Ying’s play, was emotional and easily moved. Because he saw the singer’s difficulty, he would associate with his experience of the North drift in those years and feel the same, which was hard to control himself; harlin’s enthusiasm was hard to resist; Liu Huan’s introspect made people awe-inspiring. However, Na Ying, as the only female tutor, was the funniest. When Huang He (jokingly called Huang Da sang), the first female trainee in the first phase, sang loudly and unrestrained. The three tutors turned around and found that, the 20-year-old girl unexpectedly went barefoot (she put her shoes aside), singing and stomping, devoting herself to herself, saying it was comfortable and steadfast to sing barefoot, there was a feeling of hometown, which made Na Ying feel so curious that she ran onto the stage and sang “conquer” with the little girl. The whole atmosphere was so warm, even if she just stayed in front of the screen, I was also infected because of it, so excited that I couldn’t control myself, hehe. This feeling is enjoyment! Huang Yong, the owner of the manicure shop who had a dream of his girlfriend, Zhang Wei, Chifeng city, Inner Mongolia, who went to Naying, Xu Haixing, who met his father’s last wish to follow Liu Huan, Li Daimo, a little anxious and tender man, Li We, zou Hongyu, a 26-year-old boy coming from the countryside, Zhao Lu, a girl from Yueyang, Hunan province, who has great aura, Zhang Yuxia, a girl from Banqiao, Taipei, who has suffered from optic atrophy since childhood, and Wang Yunyi, a, wang Naien, a 27-year-old boy from Karamay, Xinjiang, who was called by Liu Huan as a Shanghai boy worthy of the Good Voice of China, had too many singers. When singing, the whole audience applauded and shouted, the audience cheered up loudly, and the lingering sound was Winding. Indulged in the music, it really made people excited. Such a scene is particularly touching and impresses people. Imagine how to get up the courage and courage to step on such a stage. Once the stage fright is abnormal, it is possible to give up all the previous achievements. I was deeply impressed by an educated youth child from Shanghai, a bald boy wearing glasses, whose name was Ping An, 34 years old, who seemed to be thin and weak. A song “I love your motherland” shocked the whole audience, because only Yang Kun turned around, he was none other than Yang Kun. Yang Kun explained modestly that he was sorry for his brother, so you had to go with me. Ping An said: it will disappoint all three of them. I will perform well and show my arrogance. Yang Kun, who likes a general, followed up immediately: I am really happy to choose you, let them be angry, and the tone was very proud. Besides, I have already taken 6 photos of Na Ying. It’s a pity that I can’t take any more photos. Harlin doesn’t know how to help such a high level of peace. Stars and big shots were originally very far away from us, but on the stage of “The Voice of China”, in order to compete for good singers, the open and secret fights of the four mentors made people laugh, which suddenly narrowed the distance, it seems to be kind, cute, and awesome, or witty, humorous, straightforward, euphemistic, or revealing each other, which makes each other warm, haha, all the tricks of the envoy were made. It was clear that they were trying every means to compete for outstanding singers. At this moment, every Bole’s expectation, tension and even craziness are in sharp contrast with every singer’s excitement, happiness and frustration. By rights, Bole is so mighty, but here, Qianli horse can even screen Bole, how rare this love is. Every time I saw Yang Kun introduce his 32 solo concerts on the national tour this year, which were frequently criticized by the other three mentors. It became a joke, so I couldn’t help laughing. But Yang Kun was sincere and frank, I can’t help feeling excited about the sincerity of seeking talents and thirst. Often, I feel unfair and unwilling for him. For so many times, he sincerely invited singers to join his team, but unexpectedly he was not accepted and turned to other mentors. How embarrassing and unfair it is, hehe. His lost expression made people sympathetic, and also made people have a strong favorable impression. Liu Huan, Harin and Yang Kun often put forward quite professional and sincere suggestions to singers, pointing out their singing skills. This kind of comment in one word will make singers suddenly enlightened, and benefit endlessly for life. However, some singers who are self-abased due to fat figure, poor appearance and other reasons have surprisingly gained the insights and comfort of their mentors, which is also a fortune in life. Therefore, in private, she felt that “the voice of China” was unique and creative. She opened the door to realize her dream to those young people who were dreaming of music. She released the happy songs from the bottom of her heart and was happy with you, me, he, congratulations, praise and sigh. 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…

Be a true self

In today’s materialistic world, it seems that all people have been weakened, and the tide of following the trend is eroding the real foundation. Holding the stale concept of thousands of years and guarding the memorial tablet of the old master, he was unwilling to walk out of the house to enjoy such a magnificent and colorful life. Wearing the fake mask of the ball, I carefully peep around for fear that it would be an negligence and would be denounced and strangled. Looking at your timid face, I can’t tell what it feels like? If you go on like this, your true feelings and true self will be drowned by useless saliva quickly, sink into the historical sediment forever, and disappear without a trace. The falling faith hurt your original passionate heart, and the stiff obedience tightly gripped your burning emotion. In the face of taunt, ridicule, disgust, hatred and so on, there is no backbone to retreat and avoid. What you get is a medal pretending to be real, which stimulates your eyes all the time. At this moment, do you feel a little pain? Do you feel your sadness? With your head down and silence, I saw the gloomy cinnabar beating slightly in your chest. In fact, it is not difficult to be a true self. As long as you have a strong and resolute faith, you can smile at the comfort and calm of the floating dust. I am me, you are you, no one can change who? Who is not the answer worm? Everyone has his own beautiful and pure emotions, and everyone’s life is full of brilliance. Of course, if you want to be yourself, you need to be determined fearless and endure all the waves in the world. Everyone is drunk. The State I wake up alone is lonely, but it is also extraordinary and refined. Qu Yuan, who broke off on the bank of the Miluo River in the world of mortals, was dressed in the breeze, chanting Li Sao loudly and returning to himself lightly. I disdain to live together with ER and so on, and I disdain the so-called scenery appreciation in the eyes of ER and so on. If you don’t? Please look at my truth. Therefore, I got the most beautiful and crazy truth in the world. Friends, don’t hesitate, don’t hesitate, how fragrant and fragrant the flower core of the real Bud is. Don’t repeat others’ path, don’t pick up the dogmatism left by others, and don’t control your own life with the old rules and bad habits. You have your own thoughts, you have your own judgment ability, calm down and think carefully, use your own heart to guide yourself to find the lost truth. Suddenly enlightened, the chaos of lost and intoxicated. A Song of pure flowers and smoke, elegant is the calmness and loneliness restored by oneself. The detachment of self-confidence and the breeze of both sides explain a true self, a beautiful self and a true self. Being a true self is really important, but it is also very difficult. Rolling in the world of mortals in order to protect ourselves, we often wield beautiful big folding knives, cutting east and west to kill South and North thorns. Try to keep the same rhythm with the so-called righteous secular world, and dare not break away bit by bit. It is the terrible rhythm that changes and never leaves its ancestors lingering in my mind tightly and stubbornly lingering. It is this consistency that is not out of touch with the world that makes us lose too many things and ourselves, even we don’t know ourselves. Isn’t it? For the sake of others’ thoughts, they gave up their truest feelings. He gave up his pure love for thousands of years of decadent ethics. Be yourself once and break through the world of mortals. Be a true self once and have a poetic soul of Tao Gong. Life is so short that time can never stand waiting. The soul floating in the misty clouds burst out with lofty sentiments, which strengthened the heart of zero Tingyang. Clinging to the beautiful scenery in the bottom of our heart, we should release all our true temperament in the mortal world. Are you still watching? Are you still swinging? Your camouflage armor is getting thicker and thicker, and your camouflage heart is getting heavier and heavier. Even so, why don’t you put it down? Why not abandon it in the suburb of liumo? It is really tiring. I can see that what your thoughts are suppressed by the hateful disguise is only a little breath and a little warm breath. I am me, and I will be myself. I despise your only promise, I despise your helpless disguise, I despise all the falsehood and obedience. I like the opposite bright fireworks blooming in the dark false and right Sky. I like the collision of the so-called ethics with unique ideas. The unique temperament is fragrant in the world of self, and the real and pure eyes shine brightly. I love my true, I love my real, I love my wonderful real life more. Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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…

Baby, mom’s little angel

After difficulties, I finally got a positive result and married myself. I thought I could have a good rest at this point, but a great project was put on the important agenda to have a baby, my husband and I have passed the year of establishment, and it is time to consider the problems of the next generation. After eating folic acid, calcium tablets and doing sports for several times, the little angel who was looking forward to two years later finally settled down in my stomach. However, good times didn’t last long, and the joy of being a new mother didn’t last long, I suffered the double torture of mental anxiety and physical discomfort. After sleeping for three or four hours every night, you will be frightened by the prohibition of all kinds of rumors in the Treasure Book of giving birth, such as not being able to play computer or sleep on electric blanket at the beginning of giving birth, because you don’t know about pregnancy at the beginning, I have practiced all kinds of prohibitions, so I began to bake sesame cakes on the bed, and then Amitabha prayed silently to God to bless my baby’s health, and then I would feel dizzy the next day, legs shiver and belly bloated. All the illnesses swept over me overnight. I lay on the collapse and felt that my end of the world had come. I cursed what lovely little angel was purely a urging little devil. A day was as long as a century, I don’t know when the ten-month fixed-term imprisonment will end. Fortunately, I didn’t come back for such a hellish day after four and a half months. I lived an immortal happy life again, and all the discomfort disappeared, Every day, she stroked her rising belly, felt the baby’s fetal movement, and described her unique appearance in her mind: with her mother’s rare amazing beauty, dad is rare and handsome, and she should have Audrey. Hepburn’s appearance, Marilyn. Monroe’s figure,. I am looking forward to this amazing masterpiece showing her true face as soon as possible. At 18:17, December 20, 2010, accompanied by a clear cry, a little angel fell into the world. After leaving the hospital, he looked at the little guy sleeping on his arm with pink makeup, my heart was filled with all kinds of love. My little head was only the size of my fist, but it had curly hair like her father. My legs were curled up tightly, and my little fists as big as table tennis were tightly held, my brows frowned slightly, which seemed to be so weak and helpless. I leaned down and kissed my little face lightly for a few times. The little boy seemed to feel a little bit. The little fist slowly loosened, and the brows gradually expanded, although the eyes were closed, the corners of the mouth slightly moved and then turned to show a sweet smile. The smile was so pure and innocent, just like the cute little angel with wings in the Western oil painting, my heart got drunk and became general immediately. Everything else in the world disappeared in a trance. There was only her in my whole world, the maternal love that had been stung in my heart for many years. It surged out like lava erupted from the fire, held the little guy tightly in his arms, kissed his tender little face crazily and muttered to himself: You are mother’s little baby, no one can rob you. From then on, this lovely little angel occupied my whole heart and seized all my love. When she smiled, my heart would blossom happily. When she cried, I was at a loss immediately, so anxious that my whole body was sweating. I saw beautiful clothes from babies to children of four or five years old, and met interesting toys that were electric and noisy. No matter whether she can wear it or not, whether she can play or not, she will buy it all at home. In short, she hates to bring the whole world to her. I used to go shopping in women’s clothing stores, but now I go shopping in children’s stores. What kind of girl is China Merchants Bank? I think it is China Construction Bank. No matter boys or girls, these little guys have emptied your wallet with cuteness. In my spare time, I always like to hug her and wander around, sticking to her little face and saying some intimate words like mom’s little dog, little bad, etc, xiao Ke people will respond to you with her little face arching your neck or clinging to your face. I can’t fall asleep every night, and I will turn on the light on the head of the bed, looking at the lovely scumbag in her sleep, kissing her little face, pulling her little hands and touching her little feet, I felt extremely happy. I silently thanked God for giving me such a lovely little angel. Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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…

Divorced woman

I never thought that she was a divorced woman. The woman is not very beautiful, but she has a good figure and wears neatly and cleanly. She looks around forty years old. The bun she put on her head was always so shiny and shiny. On the whole, she looked very energetic. We live in the same building, up and down, often meet. When she saw me, she always nodded and smiled. I also nodded and gave her a smile in return. I often see her playing outside with a seven or eight-year-old girl. The girl is very beautiful, like a sister of milk tea. I thought it was her own child. Once, I heard that girl shouting to a woman: aunt, aunt, hurry up, I’m going to be late! Ningning should be angry with me soon! I saw a woman leading the girl hurriedly running outside the gate of the community. They held hands, like a mother. Once, I went outside to play with my little daughter, and happened to meet that woman with her. My daughter soon played with the girl. The two men laughed and had a good time. I began to talk with women. The woman said that she was here mainly to help her brother-in-law to see the children. Her brother was transferred to Beijing, and her brother-in-law had to go to work, so she couldn’t be busy alone, so she was here to help, it has been two or three years. I am surprised and admire that there are not many people who can throw away their own home and show their children to others. That night, because it was the first time we talked, we didn’t talk much. That day, I had a sore throat and said to her by accident. She said, “When I have time, I will take you to a place where there is a kind of grass called mint grass with strong smell. Take it off and drink it in water, it’s better than taking medicine. One day after dinner, she really took me to a place. She pointed at some green and dense grass and said to me, “Look, these are the things. They look ordinary, but they are very useful. You pick a few articles and smell them, it’s very fresh! I picked a few pieces to smell, but as she said, a fresh smell of mint came to my nose. She helped me pick some more. She said that when she was young and had a sore throat, her mother often used this kind of thing to soak her in water, which was very useful. It would be better in a few days, you can also try it! Indeed, I picked some and went home to soak in water to drink. It would be fine soon. I was very grateful to her. We gradually became familiar with each other, and the topics we talked about became more and more. Once, I asked her, “You are here every day, don’t you want your child? My children? She was stunned and didn’t answer me immediately. It seems to be full of worries. I suddenly felt that she must have a story. I felt a little presumptuous and abrupt. I didn’t continue to ask any more. I was afraid that it might hurt her because she didn’t speak well. As usual, we took the children out to play every night. They had a good time together. We were chatting there, chatting and talking about the children again. She suddenly said to me, you know? I have been divorced for several years. I was shocked. I suddenly felt that she was so pitiful. She told me about her past. She said that when she was young, she was full of longing and longing for the future. But unfortunately, she met her man, men always beat her, and there was nothing wrong with it. They always fought against her violently. At that time, she had already had a son, and her husband was still reluctant to give her up, sometimes for a word, sometimes for a small thing, even for a thing that women would not put on, hit her. For the sake of her son, she endured it at the beginning, but she couldn’t bear it any more. Her family all persuaded her to divorce! Finally, The son was sentenced to her husband, and she went out alone. After the divorce, she fell ill. She was seriously ill and had a tumor on her thyroid gland. Her mother said distressed, “do evil, do evil, all are angry by that bastard man. She didn’t want to see it at first. She lost confidence in life. There was only despair in her heart. She felt herself too tired. Dead end. However, her mother forced her to have an examination and an operation. The doctor said that she recovered well, which was beyond everyone’s expectation. Her illness was already very serious. After walking around the gate of hell, she experienced the test of life and death. She suddenly felt that living was still so beautiful. From then on, she began to cheer up, exercise and do some work within her power. Slowly, her body gradually recovered to health. Now, ten years later, she has forgotten that she is seriously ill. Look, I have a scar here. She pointed at her neck, and I saw, A scar was hideous in her neck, which was the mark of her struggle with the disease. I bought a house, not far from here. She suddenly changed her tone. 150 square meters, I want to decorate it beautifully, there must be a beautiful study, a comfortable bedroom, in addition, I want to plant flowers and grass, flowers and plants can make people feel the beauty of life and the power of living. I also want to bring my parents here and let them enjoy their old age here. When I look at the woman in front of me, how does she seem to be divorced? Why is it like a person who has suffered from a terminal illness? I really want to know where she got so much money, 150 square meters, for a woman who once had a terminal illness. In This medium-sized city, it seems a little difficult for two employees, and how did she earn so much money? She told me that after she recovered from illness, she went abroad with a labor service company. After working there for several years, she had accumulated a large sum of money, it is enough to buy a house for living. When my niece grows older, she doesn’t need me anymore. I still need to find a job. I want to live happily and forget all the diseases and pains, she said. I looked at the woman in front of me. She loved life so much and treated life so strongly and persistently. In the vast world, it was she who told me that life, no matter how big the threshold is, can be crossed by her own efforts. 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…

This life is only for you

October has passed away in a hurry. Seeing it, winter is approaching. The sound of wild goose array passed by with missing. The loneliness of floating clouds infected the wailing of wild goose. The sound pulls the intestines, penetrates the blue sky, engraved in the heart for no reason, spreads in the softest place, and does not feel the mist in the eyes. In fact, I am not a sentimental person. The pressure of work and life makes me have no chance and energy to be sentimental. However, today, when the wheel of time runs over the face, my heart can’t help feeling a burst of tension. How many feelings are moved in the deep memory to take root and sprout, and the long leaves bloom? Melancholy, lonely, looking for thousands of rivers and mountains, where to find the gentleness and happiness you give! I only know that I have lost a lot of things, lost my passion for life, persistence for career, and no regrets for love! Lost Happiness, lost inspiration, lost youth and expectations. Where can I find the miss passed by your poem, The Love permeated in your singing, and the care permeated in your laughter. The pots of chrysanthemum in front of the window are still blooming as before. Despite the cold wind, the color is still delicate and charming, and the fragrance is still fragrant. The purity of white, the passion of red and the romance of purple seem to be a spring back, which is also bright in their smiles. Who said: if a leaf knows autumn, it is difficult to say that a flower can’t be spring, in the sense of spring! I hope I can find the passion, persistence and no regrets I want in the clear appearance of chrysanthemum! Staring at the graceful posture of chrysanthemum for a long time, I couldn’t help admiring its awe-inspiring character and pride. It was a song of life, a song of life that would not fail! If, I can be as strong as chrysanthemum, There won’t be so many unbearable and reluctant things in your concern. If you leave, you will be determined! But you don’t know that it is sadness. When sadness flows back into a river, who can carry a lot? I don’t believe that I have that kind of tenacity. I have never been a strong person, although your encouragement is as firm as a rock. Thank you, thank you for accompanying me along the way. When I am unable to carry on, I will remember the strength you gave me. There is a sentence in your parting that I have rooted in my heart and learned to comfort myself in the days when I am not here. In a word, I will irrigate it with tears all my life and expect it to flourish! I asked quietly, who is you? How can you leave the last elegance with the deep red cinnabar in your heart? Who is you, the most beautiful scenery in your heart, and what is a painting? Fantasy in the wind and rain, hold your hand, recite the death and life, and talk to Zi Cheng. Hold Your Hand and grow old with you. Yu yikuoxi, no, I live. Yu Yixun XI, No, I believe it. I really want to hold your hands like this, pick a flower of chrysanthemum in the light of the morning light at the shallow fence, brew it with tenderness, and see you drink it down, and the fragrance remains on your lips, flowers bloom in your laughter. I really want to hold your arm in this way, walking slowly along the path where the autumn leaves fly, watching the Red Mountains and the maple burning the autumn frost, revealing the heavy eaves. The night drum and the morning bell woke up the sleeping darkness one by one, and the day when the dawn was waiting again and again, the day when they began to stay together. I really want to rely on your shoulder, smell the fragrance on your hair, struggle with a piece of hair without regret, let the past come and go to show the affectionate style, make a cup of tea for you when Yu Xilan smokes, and accompany you to drink and whisper. Who wrote to kiss my eyes, cover my half-life exile; Touch my face, comfort my half-life sadness; Take my heart, melt my half-life Frost; Hold my shoulder, drive me to silence. The vicissitudes of the heart, the heartless fingers knock out one after another soulless words, and the eyes begin to give birth to boredom, pain, abandonment and gloom; Didi Cold Dew is covered with dust, wet the sadness in the poem. My poems have been tired, which can’t describe the waves of ripples in my heart, the lingering feelings of mandarin ducks and butterflies, the desolation of Falling Flowers and flying catkins, and the crying and sorrow of the flute and music! Don’t always say that my words are full of sadness and can’t enjoy the happiness given by loneliness. I can only hate the sadness of leaving. Who was it? He told his ears again and again. The sensational call was far away, and the dream began to wake up and fall asleep again. Most of the time, what you see when you open your eyes is just the back you are gradually gone. The back that fades out of my sight blurs the warmth deep in my memory. The sleeves were waved lightly, and the eyes were desolate, the eyebrows were pinkled frequently, and the cheeks were dizzy and dyed to leave. Looking at the temples, there is already dust and Frost, flowers fall in the glasses, don’t dream cold tonight. Thin wine residual, Qi toast, zhichitianya, care nothing tears full feast! This is how life goes and goes. Think about it. Accidentally overlapping the two shadows, it is time to say goodbye, don’t look back, I saw your nostalgia blossoming on the way! I am still that hibiscus, in the cold and cold rain, the moment you turn around, has been released for you alone! I am destined to live alone for you in this life. If there are traces of fallen flowers in your dream, that is the figure I am looking. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

Which faction do you belong?

According to people’s sports personality, it can be divided into three types: action type, wandering type: like to go out for activities, not limited to indoor middle type, casual type: people invite them to participate in activities and then go out for dwelling type, super-House faction: it is obvious that I can stay indoors for a long time without going out. I belong to the first category …… I am typical wandering figure. I won’t let myself stay in the dormitory all day. Even if it’s okay, I will find something to go out …… staying in the dormitory all day long will only make me decadent-lazy-even degenerate and upright. The good time of youth should have been passionate, I won’t waste a minute of energy. I want to make every minute of my life valuable. My value will be realized in the wandering movement…… 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…