Friends gather head

Until the mosquitoes in the White House, like me, gradually became addicted to smoking and circled around the smoke ring; I still didn’t want to admit that summer was coming, and I didn’t want to go to the lake again. Therefore, I was immersed in the words; I didn’t write for writing any more. I always thought of some past events and touched the dream that I didn’t dare to mention, then I wrote a few words with tears in my eyes and wrote those words wrongly on purpose, wrong that name. Daiyu and summer. Baoyu said: if we wait for them to persuade us, at that time, won’t we be separated? Secretly hide handkerchief. Just like what is written in the book. Jutou. However, no one will persuade us. The story ends like this, and you will not regard it as love. Is the past gone? I heard that on the bank of Linghe River, there is still that Crimson grass. Just like this summer, it came after all; Time never stopped. A dream can still appear every night, but we are no longer the original name. At that time, I said that memory was a forced retention of time; I looked back on what was happening as the past. Now, what happened seems to be happening; Tears replace tears. I dare not open a Dream of Red Mansions any more. The place where Xueqin stopped writing was exactly the summer; The blank space after I started reading. At least in this summer, in the life since then, the story will not be continued. In the summer after Xueqin stopped writing, the story would not be continued. If we say that some days I am free, it is because I never think about the past. Just like that summer, I opened it page by page and just wanted to know what was written on the next page. It was also in that summer that I read the last page, and I was caught in endless sadness. Therefore, I forgot the sunshine and rain in that summer. As for now, I can’t recall it either. I can no longer write. I can no longer write stories from my previous life. Just like many summer days before that, when I put on a long-sleeved T-shirt, autumn came. Season returns to time, and summer replaces summer. Just at this time, I will write such messy words, the more chaotic the better. Don’t do anything, don’t expect to wake up tonight, still can understand. I just want to leave the word summer in the text and tell myself that summer is coming, don’t resist any more. I remember writing a text called summer night, but unfortunately it was not preserved; After summer, the text disappeared and I never looked for it again. That summer destroyed all the evidence of memory. Maybe I wrote about the acacia tree, but I don’t know how the acacia tree has something to do with a Dream of Red Mansions. But fortunately, I still remember one sentence, the water lily in the center of the lake is in full bloom in short skirts. It was also in such a night that I waded through the water. The Other Shore was the moon pass of that night. I don’t remember. I don’t know if the night will feel tired if it lasts for a long time, and whether it will be tired of its own silence. I recalled the past, but I didn’t want to write down one thing, nor to write down the dawn. The summer outside the window laughed at me outside, but I satirized the ignorance of another summer with my own soberness. It sounds more appropriate and gorgeous than all the words describing love. You know the ending of the story, and you even know what the story itself looks like. Just like fireworks meeting the night sky, like rain falling in the south of the Yangtze River. Summer is coming summer is coming summer is coming to see those people I don’t know and those strange scenery. 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…

Tonight miss

Yesterday, it was still drizzle; Tonight, the moonlight was like water, and my heart was singing softly in the place where the strings fell down with the ink fragrance of words. At this time, I held a wisp of Moonlight softly, dancing with the light music, I began to miss you and miss you. Some memories or dreams can only be understood but cannot be said. On the other side of the fleeting year, flowers bloom on the street, birds speak and dance, and green willows float lightly. Who will be crazy about it? Tonight, how many people have been lurking in the window of dreams for many times, the color of Zhang Wangchun flowers and autumn moon, maybe with silence, maybe with ink fragrance kissing Su Jian, let each thought before dawn comes, drunk in the sweetness that can’t be picked up or the fragrance that contains, a bit of sorrow that can’t be scattered, walking in this deserted moonlight night, the lingering feelings, like butterfly flying flowers shuttling through the streets and lanes, looking for your gentle and silent appearance, with the fragrance of roses flowing, let me taste the sweetness of being loved. Tonight, I miss you with long hair dancing lightly and elegant; Miss you with the charming skirt, miss you, my heart is as dew as rain, wet and lingering. Tonight, I really miss you. When I miss you, my heart becomes colorful and charming. When I miss you, some people like to smile, some people like melancholy, I like to write down your smile quietly with graceful and romantic words; Your tenderness; Your happiness —- I don’t want to laugh like flowers, I don’t want wind, flowers, snow and moon, just want to have a good mood, calm in elegance and quietness, let go! Lovers may not get married, love may not last forever, and the dark fragrance is just right! If we never meet; If you never leave; If we never pass by, you have your happiness, I have the dream I love, I once thought we could be old, because you make a promise that you will care about me for the rest of your life and cherish me for the rest of your life. The sweet and shallow happiness is just a time when flowers bloom, just like fireworks annihilating and turning around, you just drift behind the fallen flowers, and the walking scenery slips down with the sunset, falling into silent loneliness, silent pain and the prosperity of the years. What else is worth lingering and sticking? Tonight, I sing the wind and sing the moon, the heart is like a lotus, a curtain of dreams, in the heart of the bridge, let the ink fragrance Bloom, like the other shore flowers bloom, bright clouds on the horizon. Life is like spring, tonight is like water, flowing a pool of purity and passion. Just because I love you, the wind of fireworks in March blows through the treetop and takes away your fragrance. This is man-made, this is God’s will, it is not not not heroic, not not not knowing how to cherish, but I can do nothing, can not go beyond that moment’s touch, have missed or met each other, a ray of sunshine warmth, the sweetness of a smile and the road we used to walk hand in hand are doomed to break into the scenery of fleeting time. When the moon is over the West Building, how much do you miss? Tonight, I miss you, some feelings are moistened by tears; Some flowers bloom, are touched by dreams, like smoke, like dreams, pure heart, the whole city. Tonight, we have a distance of flowers. We look at each other deeply and make the time grow longer. Who will make me happy all my life? Thousands of tenderness and seduction, walking on the yearning of the night; On the mortal world, whose affection, in a quiet posture, is on the edge of the world of mortals, and who will warm up? Tonight, I write poems for you gently with my wet feelings. I only need a wisp of breeze or a fallen flower to calm down the sentimental and tender feelings of the fleeting years and the lingering eyes, does it become attractive or light without trace from now on? Tonight, I miss you, I feel so beautiful! Although happiness does not lie in possession or debt, after passing through, it will become a stranger. The initial moving and scenery will travel around the world with time, and the years will be like mottled walls, deep and shallow, engraved with indescribable attachment, perhaps lofty sentiments or indifferent as water, infatuated beauty, walking with the world of mortals all the way, missing and years in full bloom. At this moment, I am leaving my own Sky alone. One side is relaxed and tolerant. My heart is natural, calm, comfortable and far away! Tonight, I miss you. When the night comes, I will return home suddenly. I love you deeply and never forget about it. The persistent love pales my waiting! Tonight, I miss you: I draw a landscape for my life with a touch of sunshine, sing a song for life with the sound of a blooming flower write a fairy tale for you with all the emotions let the fragrance of a breeze become your deep memory accompany you with all the starlight at night and miss your mood send the most sincere wishes. Tonight, miss you, just silently, quietly, no complaints or regrets, feeling so beautiful— 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…

Seclusion should in city

Since ancient times, people’s goal of seclusion has been in rural areas. In fact, it seems that the real seclusion should be in cities. The purpose of seclusion is to get rid of the worldly disturbance and live a leisurely, peaceful, relaxed and carefree life. In fact, the real leisure and tranquility are also in the city. The city looks very prosperous and noisy on the surface, but in fact, people’s living environment can be leisurely and quiet. People in the city live in high buildings. There are neighbors, but they don’t know each other; There are friends, but friends don’t come to the door without the permission of the host; There are colleagues, colleagues only meet in the unit, and once they return home, who will do, no matter what happens in your family, no one knows if you don’t say anything. No matter what good things you do or what bad things you do, others will not know. Even if the love between your husband and wife is like honey, the father is kind and the son is filial, and the children are obedient to their studies, as long as you don’t announce it to others, others will never know it; Even if your husband and wife quarrel everyday, as long as you, others will not know that you can read books, watch TV, raise flowers, cook and stir-fry at home. No matter what you do, you will not be disturbed by outsiders at all. The connection between urban people and the outside world is mainly through TV, telephone, and going out. If you don’t go out of home, home is definitely a good place to live in seclusion. On the contrary, living in the countryside is not so leisurely and quiet. Now the land and forests are under private management. If you want to build a thatched cottage, you must get the consent of the owner and pay the contract fee to rent the land, the land of the contractor must be restricted by others, hunting and raising birds on the mountain, planting flowers and grass behind the front hall of the house must be approved by the landlord, and must be supervised from time to time, your every move is under the control of others. On the surface, it seems that you live in the remote mountains and no one asks. In fact, as long as you go up or down, the villagers will know. As long as one knows, after a while, the whole village will know. Living in the countryside is just like living in a glass box. People outside can see every move, word and action of people inside through the glass. The glass is bright, and the environment of the mountain village is like this. One thing happened in this House. That family knows, the whole village knows, who family has several people, who children have to learn, we know each other whose family and whose name. Just like reading books, the countryside is a short article, because it is short and pithy and can be seen through quickly. There are no unknown words, even half of them are not safe. The city is a long masterpiece with a huge lineup. It is not easy to see through it. The characters can’t be remembered completely and the plots can’t be remembered clearly. Modern people also don’t have so much energy to study, therefore, it will always be a famous, long, familiar but unfamiliar book. There are still many unknown words in it, so I have no time to look up the dictionary. 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…