Digital Life

The street was full of traffic, and the pedestrians were bustling and hurried. With the flash of neon lights, it added enchanting and colorful to this busy city. Colorful sales billboards and various shops hide the five flavors of life-a clear glass window becomes the TV screen of life unexpectedly. After several days of running, my legs were so soft that I just wanted to have a good rest. Therefore, I made a cup of coffee, opened the curtain and watched the pantomime silently. In a blink of an eye, I have been here for four days. Time went by in a hurry in shopping, consuming physical strength and spirit; And the hard-earned money earned through hard work also turned into virtual things after several days of indulgence. Thinking of that day, I got a small windfall in the-character ticket, which was also spent by me in a flash. I still remember that when I walked out of the branch of the gambling company with a new coin of 100 yuan, I saw many people wearing it in the store. Some people painted on the lottery tickets of ten thousand characters, while some people lined up with full hope to prepare to pay. The ten-character ticket is one of the legal gambling in Singapore, which is made up of four words and divided into the first, second and third prizes, ten finalists and ten consolation prizes. Each award is made from 0000 to 9999. Every weekend, branches selling tens of thousands of character tickets are crowded with citizens looking for hope. There is a saying in Singapore: there is hope to buy. I think it is this small temptation that makes people constantly want to make a fortune with four simple numbers. As a result, gambling companies still earn the most. People actually live in numbers every day. Counting days, time, time, money, gold and silver, and salary. All in a few. From being born to saying a few words, numbers have entered our life. From the beginning, we have learned numbers. When you grow up, you will find that life cannot live without numbers. When I was young, the innocent heart counted the stars in the sky, the toys in hand, the floors of buildings, and the railings on the roadside; After school, I began to understand addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, from singular to double. The higher you read, the bigger and more complicated the number you learn. Numbers are not only counted for curiosity, but they never know that what is really complicated is people’s hearts, not numbers. Entering the youth period, I began to count the days, waiting for summer vacation; Counting the time, waiting for the appearance of the Iraqi people; Counting the scores, hoping to be admitted to university and so on. Until entering the society, it was who had the most money and who lived on the most floor. However, when it comes to money, everyone hopes that the more the better, but what they reveal is that the less the better. With the progress of science and technology and society, numbers cannot get rid of our daily life. From the ancient abacus to today’s electronic computers, from the flat buildings to today’s dozens or even hundreds of floors of buildings, from dozens of KB of digital storage to today’s TB hard disks, every day, every day is racing with numbers. The higher the building is built, the larger the hard disk storage volume is, but the smaller the volume is. The air pollution index is also increasing, and the climate temperature is gradually increasing. Every day, every night, is interspersed in numbers. However, the people who are really the closest to people’s hearts cannot be counted and measured. How high the sky is and how deep the sea is, someone will figure it out one day, but the only emotion is still unmeasurable up to now. Who can say how deep love is, how long love can be, and who can measure who loves who is more and who is best to whom. The end of the world can be close at hand, and neighbors can be like strangers. The distance between people has no trace to follow and cannot be measured. Friendship is like this, affection is like this, love is like this, hatred is also like this. However, people are still indulged in these countless emotional disputes and want to paste them as a number. As a result, there are seas and rocks, love you for ten thousand years, and love is deeper than the sea. However, the depth of emotion is determined by the sky, and we can’t control it at all. What is forever? Forever is just a number that cannot be fixed. In front of us, countless pedestrians hurried on the street, countless floating clouds blossoming in the sky, but countless love, hate, love and hatred in life. 2012 nian 6 yue 14 ri written in Hong Kong. The day without her, the 477th. 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Walk in early autumn wind

Walk in early autumn wind

A summer heat was still hanging over my body. The cold drizzle and the cool breeze between the heaven and the Earth were already informing me of the coming of autumn. Autumn always comes unconsciously. In the evening, walking alone on the long river bank, the cool wind stirred up inexplicable thoughts. Walking in the wind of early autumn, let the autumn wind blow my long hair, let the Autumn Water slide across my fingers …… ear, like cicadas singing ceaselessly, looking up at the pure blue sky, looking at the unpredictable, floating Clouds, my thoughts fly in the autumn wind. In the four seasons, I only love autumn, and I like to linger in the autumn wind, driving a boat alone to the center of the water, not to look for Lotus, just to quietly listen to the whispers of autumn, feel the autumn color and charm quietly. Opening the ancient poems, the ancient people said countless wonderful words about sad autumn, hurting autumn and reciting autumn. The silver candle described by the ancients was painted on the cold autumn light screen, and the light Luo small fan was quiet and quiet, and the silent one went to the west building alone. The lonely Phoenix Tree was locked in the deep courtyard of the Qing autumn. The Moon was falling and the sky was, jiangfeng fishing Fire’s sorrow and sorrow for sorrow and sleep made me feel more pity and nostalgia for autumn. Sunset glow and solitary fades fly together, Autumn Water is the same color of the human quatrains, unfolded is a pair of beautiful autumn scenery, this autumn scenery makes countless people deeply intoxicated and addicted to it. Nowadays, I love autumn most. What I love is no longer the feeling of sadness and scene damage in ancient poems. What I love is the unique feeling of idle clouds and wild cranes and the tranquil and distant feeling of autumn. I fall in love with autumn, fall in love with the branches and leaves, plants and trees in autumn. Although there is no catkin singing warbler in spring, no cicadas in summer and no snow dancing in winter, there is her vigorous autumn and fragrant osmanthus fragrance in autumn. I love the indifference of autumn, and I love the profound autumn. In my mind, autumn is a clear and graceful poem, a colorful painting, a graceful and melodious song, and an intriguing dream. Many people who walk into the autumn scenery will become poetic, romantic and affectionate unconsciously, just like me. In autumn, the sky in the south of the Yangtze River is particularly blue and pure. The idle clouds in the sky in autumn seem so leisurely and quiet. The leisurely flow of the idle clouds seems to be far away from the world, it is always indifferent to the hustle and bustle of the secular world. Oh, it seems that the idle cloud is really coming and going without worries. I talk to the idle cloud in silence and listen to its inner voice quietly. In Jiangnan, if spring rain gives people a sense of reverie and hazy beauty, and summer rain bursts give people a cool and comfortable smoothness, then, in the autumn rain in Jiangnan, you will find that compared with spring rain and summer rain, autumn rain is more lingering, more missing and more clear and quiet beauty. Every autumn, I always like wandering in the autumn rain. I expect the continuous autumn rain to come unexpectedly. I like the rhythm of autumn rain, and I prefer the charm of autumn rain, because autumn rain always brings me hope and aftertaste. It rains, and the melody of autumn is flying among the rain. Who says that autumn rain is ruthless? The sound of autumn rain is like a lute singer playing a melodious song, which makes me not tired of listening enough. The maple leaves in autumn remind me of a poem written by the ancients. Parking and sitting in the maple forest night, the frost leaves are red in the February flowers. Maple red, full of a little lovesickness, in fantasy, the maple leaves full of Autumn thoughts are swaying in the wind again. I really want to string the maple leaves full of autumn words into beautiful wind chimes, hang them in the window of missing and shake with the wind. When the autumn wind blows, the leaves fly, falling in a variety of colors, fallen leaves dance like butterflies all over the sky, pieces of fallen leaves dance with the wind, slowly and quietly falling, leaf rhyme is so elegant, leaf dance is so floating. In the field of autumn, there are rice waves dancing, sorghum red and chrysanthemum blooming …… autumn is thick and full of fruits. In the Symphony of autumn and the sound of autumn, people can pick up colorful notes, enjoy the joy of harvest. The beauty of autumn is different. I think who really tastes and understands autumn will surely fall in love with autumn like me. The endless autumn scenery, the endless autumn light, I read her thousands of times, thousands of times, never tired! I really want to keep Autumn. I am reluctant to let autumn go far. This autumn, I must collect a lot of beautiful fallen leaves. I will write poems on the fallen leaves, carefully outline them, put the fallen leaves together into pictures, and make them into pictures, so as to make autumn rhyme and autumn color, autumn scenery and autumn dreams stay forever, never Fade. The wind messed up my flowing long hair, carrying the skirt, I thought about it all the way, and my thoughts went through the fairy tale of autumn, unwilling to return. Staying under the willow tree, the bell of the remote Temple came leisurely. I looked around and saw that there seemed to be smoke rising in the extreme sight. Oh, my home was close at hand. 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Love empty

The rainy weather in recent days makes the original autumn more intense. Especially when the temperature drops a lot at night, the quilt needs to be covered. When there is nothing in the daytime, I really want to write calligraphy and pick up the writing brush and ink that have been used for a long time, I found that the first few words I just started were beyond recognition! Probably because I haven’t written for a long time, the pen in my hand is not obedient any more and I act wildly alone. In that time, I suddenly found that when I was immersed in it, my heart which was agitated on weekdays could be calm here at this moment without thinking about anything, the only belief is how to write well, which seems to be a pursuit of beauty. After the rain, I accidentally caught a small fish by the riverside. It was small and cute, so I found a small fish tank at home that I hadn’t used for a long time and put some water in it, put the fish in it. Probably because it just entered a new environment, it was very disobedient and seemed to be unable to accept that its fate was changed like this. It bumped around in the fish tank for quite a while, want to get rid of the sudden shackles. But when it was tired, it finally calmed down. It could only yield in such an environment and deeply realized the cruelty of reality. Because it was cloudy, the sky became darker after the rain. In the morning, I heard the weather forecast that it would be sunny. I expected to see a smile of the Sun after the rain, maybe I haven’t seen her smile for a long time. I can only imagine in my memory and the beauty of the past. There was no other way. The justice was not beautiful, and everything seemed so powerless. I sighed in my spare time across the sky, and then gradually disappeared. I sat near the window, with the wind passing by my ears, the computer opened with a little chill sat in front of the computer, looking at the screen, but didn’t know what to do, so he put his favorite music, not only because of tiredness but also because of it, I lay on my bed and fell asleep unconsciously. I dreamed of a place, a place so far away, a place without sadness. I don’t know where it is, I only know what my heart yearns. Find yourself lonely in the abyss. The Angel was dancing lightly in the dream. Holding the Magic Wand’s hand seemed to attract me to the city of the sky. I looked far away and saw a familiar figure, but could not see everything clearly at a glance. This kind of dream wakes up and goes to sleep again and again, just like a single cycle, which is always lingering and lingering in the heart. I used to have a long expectation, longing for a pair of wings to fly to that place. Even if my eyes are covered, even if I can no longer see my reflection when I go, even if I become a wisp of soul. I also want to cross the boundary of time and space, where I met, not because of unforgettable, but because of hope. The night was very quiet, and it was so dark, just like being swallowed by the wild monster. Could I buy a match of the little girl selling matches to light up my hope? Can we go back to that fairytale world again? After the day, I still have to endure the long night, the night without stars, the company without the moon and the disturbance of the world of mortals. Where is the end? In a hurry, I took nothing away. Just on the way I came, I lost myself by accident! In the world, who shed tears in the sky, but only for an unreachable dream, put all for it, not for return. Until the moment I left, there was no breath of a dream. Maybe all this was just a song worth missing. Everything was aimed at telling myself that life should not be greedy and contentment should be happy! Thank you for this encounter, which made me believe that everything is better than dreams. The pure air is like the tears of ice snow lotus, stepping on the romance of late autumn, in the evening wind, together with fallen leaves, the melody of dancing heart, why expect, more miracles, only in the heart. 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…