Stretch

I especially like this state of life: stretch is to get rid of, shake off, put down all kinds of obstacles, let the body and mind spread slowly like a piece of tea that has experienced boiling water, and rejuvenate the color of life. This is a moment of freedom that can make people’s heart open to the world without any side loan. I especially enjoy this moment. I often experience the happiness of stretching in the following situations. Situation 1: when swimming. There is an outdoor swimming pool in our school. I often go to play with water on Midsummer Nights. I like two ways to play with water. One is to swim in the water with a breath. At that time, there was no air resistance, and there was no need to breath out, just spread and wave your arms as much as you like, swinging legs like a fish swinging its tail, gliding in the water. Another way is to lie on your back in the water, open your arms, look up at the starry sky, and move your heart with fluctuations. No matter which way, I feel particularly free and carefree. A kind of freedom that stretches the body and mind without disturbing anything. Situation 2: when dancing. Still in the open air. The night, starry sky and fireflies; Music, kerchief and folding fan are the most noisy and immersive. At that moment, I was like a boat, walking happily in polyphonic chords; My heart was like a willow, swaying slightly in the Twilight Evening clock. At that moment, my body and mind were soft, I was in high spirits, I was at ease, and I was happy. Situation 3: lecture class. Standing on the platform and talking with confidence, I only felt that the full of classics, history, literature and philosophy were merging, connecting, transpiring and transpiring along my veins, I couldn’t help but want to release all the inner things loudly and let them out to comfort the eager eyes, lead the confused youth and nourish the mind for knowledge. Ten years of cold windows and years of accumulation seem to make yourself become a burning illuminant at this moment, scattering the light of wisdom and illuminating everything. Situation 4: When writing. Life is not busy and trivial, but I like to find a free time, make a cup of green tea, sit alone in front of the window, and write mood words quietly. With the flow of words, I feel that I am trapped by the world and tired by life, and I am forced to shrink into a group of body and mind with turtles lying in a corner, which slowly and slowly stretches out; Like a lotus after rain, struggling and shaking, he slowly raised his waist from the water, shook off the rainstorm beads on the leaves, opened the fields again, and extended the green meridians, gently take a breath! If you are sunny, I will be fine! Situation 5: when put down. There is no denying that people will inevitably encounter deep feelings, love and hate mulberry fields in their whole life. When love is in love, the soul is in a dream, and the worry and worry between gain and loss; When hate is in hate, the cone heart and confusion. All kinds of anxiety and pain during the experience were heartbreaking and sorrowful. There is no peace with the charcoal and exhaustion of body and mind. Only by putting down and truly putting down that obsession can the heart gradually calm down and return to the abdominal cavity. After suffering, I finally put it down. I won’t recall, ask or expect any more, and finally I can calm down, sleep without dreams, enjoy without worry and peace without thoughts. I can walk through the light and shadow of autumn briskly, calmly, clear and natural looking at the ups and downs of the wind and clouds, and the wild geese returning to the leaves. I feel that my life is becoming more and more plump. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Baby, Please accept my sorry flower

It is said that my mother is worried, but I have never experienced it before. I just heard about it. Now, I have really tasted the taste of pear. I am eager to think about my daughter all day long, and the past is vivid in my mind. I clearly remember that I brought you to this colorful world 18 years ago on July 9th. At that time, the college entrance examination happened, and it was born at 9 am. It seemed that God specially let you appreciate the mystery and expectation of the college entrance examination. At that time, you were different from other children. You were very small and less than 3 Jin and 6 Liang. You came to this world earlier than 7 months ago. If you give birth to a peek child, you will be different from other children. You wait silently for what is going to happen in the world of mortals without crying. Wang Yi, the director of gynecology department of the hospital, hit your little ass, and then you burst into tears. It seemed that you were telling all your grievances and the joy of first meeting the unknown world. Later, I was inseparable from you, watching you grow up little by little and change day by day. Seeing your changes, my joy is more delicious than eating anything. Especially when I breast-feed you, your pink cherry-like mouth keeps sucking my nipples, ringing and wrapping some milk from time to time, spill it on the corner of your mouth, oily and warm. Sometimes, because my milk is too sufficient and your mouth is too small, a few tiny Milky White small fountains appear. The Thorns slip away and spray on your little face like egg white inadvertently, you seemed to feel the little bit warm and sticky. Suddenly, you were frightened, and immediately made a lot of noise. Then you started crying. I was at a loss for a moment, only to gently squeeze the extra milk into the cup with my hands. I watched you for a month like this, and I entrusted you to my grandma in a hurry. At that time, I thought it was normal. I thought it was the first thing to do a good job. It was OK to give you milk three times a day. You seem to know my mind and never cry to me. People who saw you didn’t praise you. They all said that your child was really convenient and easy to support. When you were four years old, my female colleague principal Zhou understood and understood me very much, and let you stay in my class occasionally. One afternoon there was a self-study class. I put you in the last row and arranged the numbers for you. At first, you were very clever, sitting steadily on the chair, looking around at the big brothers and sisters in the room with small eyes, and then writing on the table in a decent manner. I looked back and forth, and you behaved very appropriately. When I went back to the office to fetch things, you seemed to become a free bird again in this space. If you look at someone who has a tiny thing, you will be free to belong to yourself. If anyone resists, your little teeth will be your best weapon. Those big brothers and sisters all think you are funny, and no one will haggle over every ounce with you. Just when I came back, I heard a scream before I entered. When I entered the room, I saw that your little tooth mark had been branded on a big brother’s hand. I had to take you away, but you didn’t seem to stay enough, so you cried and wanted to stay among these big brothers and sisters. I had no choice but to send you away. In this way, I will send you to grandma’s home in the morning and pick you up in the evening. You also seem to enjoy the freedom and freedom that you are not around me. One day, around four o’clock in the afternoon, I went home with my students on the same road. The superior leader gave instructions that a teacher on the way must follow me when I came home from school, because a wolf ran away from the zoo, afraid of the students being bitten by wolves. At that time, I didn’t have time to go back to my grandma’s house to talk about it. My students and I were looking around carefully, walking and patrolling. We felt uneasy all the way. I am wondering, what should I do if that Wolf appears? My thoughts kept flying, the sweat on my forehead seemed to know my mind, rolling to my face all the time, one or two at this time, the weather also came to join in the fun, especially hot, like Under Fire general. When I was walking, just near my corn field, my students and I saw a little black shadow swaying beside the corn field with a strange voice, hum. I ran forward hurriedly with three steps and two steps. Sweat kept rolling on my body, and my heart was also beating wildly. I picked up a wooden stick conveniently. If it was a wolf, I had to fight with it. It was the most important thing to protect the safety of students. When I walked into the cornfield and saw the hazy shadow fresh, I was shocked. I couldn’t believe my eyes, Ah! It’s you, my baby, really you. The classmates also leaned forward. Seeing it was you, the nervous mood relaxed immediately and hugged you happily and affectionately. I suddenly sat on the ground and couldn’t get up any more. At that time, I couldn’t imagine what would happen if the wolf running out of the zoo passed by here? My thoughts kept flying. I didn’t have time to think about it, so I hugged you tightly. Tears and sweat couldn’t be distinguished. You played by yourself as if nothing had happened. Your little hands were still pulling green grass beside the corn field, insisting that you could find sweet star seedlings and wait for your mother at the intersection. Just here, the anxious grandma called you all over the street until she saw us and called her old man a false alarm. Another year later, I left this school. I have no time to look after you. I can only see you once a week. Seeing that you are going to be 6 years old, it is time to go to kindergarten, but there is no suitable one near your grandma’s house, so you have to continue to enjoy your free time in your grandma’s house. I didn’t take you home until you were 7 years old and should go to school. I think there is nothing more important than your school. I will take you to sign up together. However, the enrollment teacher of the Experimental Primary School just said that he didn’t want you. I had no choice but to take you away. At the gate, principal Zhang recognized me and accepted you as an exception. Therefore, your primary school career begins here. You just went to school, I only gave you three days. Later, when you got to know the way by yourself, you went to school alone with a red schoolbag. At that time, I went to a new school to work, which was arranged by the leader and was far away from home. I went early and returned late, and began to be busy again. Days are like a shuttle, and those past slip away rapidly between our fingers. Now you are in your freshman year, and you are not with me. Although we can still chat in QQ space, I know what I pay most attention to is still your study and moral cultivation, ignoring the most real needs and desires in your heart. Whenever I think of you, especially the influence on you when you were young, I will feel deeply self-accusation and shame for my youth and ignorance. Your birthday is coming. I want to take advantage of the joy of Dragon Boat Festival in 2012 and these slim words to tell you sincerely: baby, if there is a next life, I will definitely not treat you like this. I will put my mistake and regret into lv cong in flower, dipped in years of wine 1.1 point of all to send to you. Baby, did you hear it? Please accept the flowers I apologize! 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…

Spring comprehension

It is almost the threshold of April. The weather in the South is still cold and warm. The sky is as thick as lead. The cool spring rain is not tight and slow. Many birds are curling in the warm nests, I don’t want to fight the wind and rain with light wings, and many dream trees are decorated with slim flower buds. I don’t want to bloom bright flowers for a long time, but I know that the huge round sun on my head, moving north slowly, in the collision of warm front and cold front, march in the South became unpredictable, and sometimes the cold in late spring was frightening. However, although the bright sun is above the flowing clouds, spring is still coming. In the wind, in the rain, in the trembling flower buds, even in the long journey of travellers who trudged with perseverance. Anyway, in such a season, people are inevitably in a bad mood and bored, just like the gloomy and sudden weather outside the window, which is a little suffocated. It was not a lyric drizzle, like a transparent silk thread hanging over the sky. The Earth and mountains became more and more dull and lonely in its seemingly endless beating. There were fewer pedestrians on the road, and several umbrellas held up like flowers, like an empty and generous poem, made people feel annoyed about such spring. However, the spring in previous years was not like this. The sun was shining, birds chirped, flowers were gorgeous, and tender grass was moving in the wilderness. Even though the spring rain was flying, there was a kind of touching warmth in the air, the colorful umbrellas in the streets were like the wilderness full of mountain flowers, graceful and lyrical with no lack of poetic feelings. I listened to the wind and rain outside the window and thought, maybe the real spring hadn’t come yet? Now it is just a seesaw contest between warm front and cold front, but once warm front becomes a winner, the beautiful scenery of bright peach, Red Willow and green in spring will wipe away the gloomy haze on people’s faces. Thinking like this, the big clock hanging outside the library made a vigorous and heavy sound, like a stuffy thunder coming from the distant clouds. The slack heart couldn’t help trembling: no matter what the weather is, how the mood is, the sharp edge of time is still cutting my life, I am there is no reason to stop the pace of life or thinking in the days of chaos. Just as my lover and I lived in the narrow stairwell without windows, we were not poetic and romantic dwelling compared with this tall and magnificent building. However, we have to open a window in the heart of a Leaf quietly, overlooking the breeze and heavy rain outside, or the pedestrians rushing in the streets. There are many times when life is completed and tends to be perfect in countless waiting, waiting for the warm and bright spring, waiting for a dazzling mountain flower to polish the pupil of surprise, waiting for a beautiful Sparrow floating from the other side of the mountain like a colorful ball. No patient expectation, no calm in expectation, still as I am, no matter how beautiful the time is, I will miss it. The rest is just endless sigh and wait-and-see. In the unhurried passing of life, I suddenly looked back, and the dreams and passions I once had been ashes. In this gloomy early spring, my heart beating in the shabby room began to warm up. Looking at the cold rain in front of the building and the deserted city street, there were some unspeakable poetic paintings. I think all the sorrows will disappear in the beating of the wings of spirit and wait for some time, I will have a beautiful encounter with spring. I hope that my life will be spring, and I will not be trapped by the recurrent changes of seasons. So you can be detached. 1010 words 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…

Dumb Night Song

The flying feather of the moon, one flap, one flap falling in front of the window. The thoughts in the heart and the hopes in the eyes cannot be translated into the golden words of the world. Keep this night until the concentration of the night is no longer deepened, until the moon is like epiphyllum withered, until the person who thinks by the case can’t feel himself. Dark Night, dark night, when the Moonlight is submerged by dark, and the Starlight is blinded by heavy fog, those duckweed lying on the ripples, how to endure the cold of deep cold into marrow? The lamenting insects are gone. What can awaken the warmth in memory. Branches and leaves, trembling slightly, forgot the moon’s exhortation. The memory mounted on the cover of the moon has peeled off, so that all eyes cannot see all the expressions of the clear night. Where did the sound of heartbreaking linger on the thread of fate. But hiding in the negative flower bud, it can not get enough nutrition and moisture, blooming warm colors. At this moment, what flows in the river is the liquid which is thick and black, while the shadow of the river on the bank has been eroded by wind and become lingering. In the faint, the ballad which was loyal to love was silent, only the stone of betrayal was thrown into the dry well, the empty echo, and the breath of occasional existence of the exhausted body. The shabby room, full of cold, almost wanted to make the words just implanted in the paper form a knot of ice. Incomplete meaning, incomplete handwriting in ancient books, no matching words can be found as companions. The disaster of that night became a disease of heart, and the declining leaves could also hurt loneliness. So how can one balance the turbulence of the boat of life and make those newly scarred wounds, avoid cold chapped. How can we avoid all the audiovisual crying at night and go to the happy notes. A little bit of light finally vanished without the weight of the night. If so, the trembling body seems to completely lose the magnetic magnet. So we can’t judge whether there is Dawn or whether there is Dawn. Lonely listening to the groaning of the brushed leaves on the wet ground. Yanzhi’s songs can’t lift the curtain and curtain, watch the plain piano, and listen to the piano to stir the pain of the night. In short, night temperature in continued to fall, that night wrapped light, has congealed into seed Jingjing, cold astringent of wind with winter of memory, 1.1 point phagocytic its intrinsic heat. Ah, the cooling sound was caught by the wind net, just like the sadness of cicada in late autumn, and the sensitivity of beating heart constantly. Also see the whole split, filled by the dark night. The roots buried in the deep mud have been damaged by the low temperature in the mud and cannot stretch out. They come to see the best scenery in a year. In the deep of the night, the black paint was so dignified and covered with sleepless people, while the hardship dormant in the deep of thought was like a vast water, which caused waves, what is above the waves? It is the sail of loneliness, which is tumbling, even more like the suspense of heart-wrenching and lung-wrenching. The story of today, which keeps moving away, is broken. I am afraid that the scars that cannot be healed cannot be heard of the thunder of the clouds. Is there still reserved light and heat, penetrating the barrier of the night, repeating the plot of the story? However, the stiff branches can also send out tender joy, and the wind can also lift a warm rustling tree. The rickets body is using his rickets to pick up the omissions in his life. Curly colors and thicker shadows seem to shorten life with the meaning of a full stop. The steady steps, the inharmonious steps, the distorted format, writing the dark and invisible messages of the night, which cannot be copied, have been blurred by the ears. Many familiar people are unfamiliar because of the cover of the dark curtain at night. A person’s bad luck has infected all related people. With the wailing of the provincial symbol, the bird’s feathers were soaked through. Yesterday, the red leaves blown down by the West Wind were still swirling back in the sad sigh. Miss is sent far away by Xiao Guan, how can the dry Willow retain the trace of hurry. The mess leaves the elements of the night. Who recognizes the faint green living in the branches and inherits the temperament of the sun! When the black silence and human shape and human feeling form a huge whole, then the pain and itch will be lost, and the thoughts will also be put in prison; So the glance at the young time will also collapse, waiting will also become sculpture. A person, a lonely person, her blood is frozen, wrapped in the deep thoughts, love. Fossils become beautiful plots in the world. I don’t know whether the night is developing towards deeper concentration, or has it reached the end?! All the sounds and expressions were tightly wrapped by the night, and I was also locked by the cold and black of the night. I couldn’t move or make a sound. 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…

Miss you, don’t complain about divorce

Miss you, don’t complain about divorce

A pot of wine laugh thousand Cup, half round moon see reunion. Tonight drinking alone day thing, where smoke Fei what sad. Love Rain, hate worried, Cold Heart empty through. Wine diaphragm song has ba chang, my soul dream broken. Blame King payed, is v heartbroken. Tear drops look back, empty Sijun, empty blame ruler over. Blame you, blame you, hate love, hate you. -Paper: fencing sparsely late into the night silence, below the moon shadow in waiting, guarding a yellow lamp, I static standing at a window, that moon. Looking back at the whole city, my heart is like smoke and rain. When the wind blows, I shake down the ground with mottled lovesickness and get drunk with the euphemism of words. I look forward to walking and cherishing with you in the deepest world of mortals and having a long. Long way, feeling distant, how much affection silk winding in the heart? Meaning earnestly, qing mian mian, love to the depths how much text into Psalms? Deep in the red, thousands of emotions, how many sentimentally attached? Zhichitianya, total formidable, only borrow Tang Feng Song Yu, your feelings, how much love? Zhichitianya, total formidable, only borrow Tang Feng Song Yu, you parts of cheng man paper style. I own prison, discouraged from that zhichitianya, brow daqingzi in contemplation, ten interlocking, gazing at, patches of red fall wind fly, let heart gradually pain getting cold. For a review, a stop, May is a meet, a turn round, a volatile cuff May is Tianya stranger, stand at the time of micro shore, looking back on this side of the time, vast Sea each a meet, are a beautiful, every discrete are a Exile, life is always in constant walking, how many people such as flowers and long in your necessary of intersection, if you get it, you will lose it. If you own it, you will forget it. No matter it is a light or grand farewell, don’t take away your memory, because any separation means that you are the end of the world and I am the corner of the sea. Flowers, flowers, occasional, separation, time will finally allow each other old, all causal will dust settles, attributed to calm. There was a sound of wind, a sadness of separation. Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, a deserted world, you become a passer-by thousands of miles away, I will find you thousands of miles away, perhaps, you have not remembered, perhaps, I have been redundant, two or two thoughts of the past is eventually a past. A V sadness, than yellow thin. Red Long, buried who deep love? Hidden bitterness whose eyes? I hope that I can’t wear the desolation of the end of the song, the curtain that cannot fall, the rain in this life, the wind in the past life, those unforgettable agreements, the infatuation that depends on each other for a lifetime, and the oath that will never be separated, that red-crowned final not regret commitment, final just years of a Fengying, just insubstantial objects in a dream. I sorrow, Wan tie the knot, and wind floating fragrance, I can only tile a stack of letter paper, twist a thin pen, put pen to paper between, past, scattered Ruoyun smoke. You and I will no longer is buckled, wine and song of young. Tonight, want to say to you: whether after everything sails, Red fall into array miserable, or make vain efforts in vain, on your still is yi dai jian kuan final not regret, lingering fixation. Can’t hold your hand, only fold a thin bone, pregnant with a few a few page Sujian, let unforgettable memories, scattered into think your sad. Dipped in ink is sorrow, writing is hurt, missing is poetry and tears are flowing, a thin paper of paper crumbles my delusion, the lingering sigh in my heart, how to write into my thin fleeting time? Love is always lost by lovesickness, and sorrow enters the third watch. Who dreams to clear sorrow together? Ningmou asked month? Remember? A paper ink, once clear whose eyes? A curtain of debris, and fuzzy who sight, all beautiful encounter, even cannot draw a beautiful circle, why love is so thin? So shallow? Closed eyes, softly sigh,-petals scattered branches, stir screen-up, broken all over your sadness buried who deep love? Whose eyes did you complain about? Hope not to wear of closure desolate, not fall under of firecracker. By the window alone, let the wind blow, see the flowers falling, the flowers falling and falling, who once took whose hand? xiang yue life afterlife, snow on the wind took, empty leaning West Building, who of red dust, but the autumn recession, false sigh years into war. The prosperity has gone away, but I am still infatuated. It is a pity that I still can’t walk out of the oath of love for a beautiful encounter after wandering for several times. xi jun parting, chaos inch, forget departure, Song have been singing thousands of times, sings million times, has feel heartache move. After the night is dim, who is poetic. Summer Flowers tuning defeat, people to empty floor stay. The warm wind arrived late, and my heart was cold. Curtain outside wind, blowing dream without a trace. I hate leaving tonight, except when I come back. The sound of parting Xiao, the sound of urging again, walking is tears. Sijun, Yi King, miserable King know? Think of you very happy, happy sad, sad very sweet, because do not want to forget. The past oath of eternal love, the thunder of winter and the rain of summer are still lingering in my ears, but when I look back suddenly, your familiar figure can no longer be seen in the dim light. Moment of gentle, although youth moment, can engraved permanent. This moment of melancholy, although fleeting scene, but literary pieces eulogizing ancient. Xiangruyimo, Lakes worth mentioning, choice always such ruthless. It’s like a dream, and it’s also true or false. Since you can’t be together, you ‘d better forget it. In those years, we had shared the awards and the vicissitudes of people; Now, exactly, the residual flowers are only rewarded. I don’t want to give up in my heart, nor like sorrow, nor like wine, so I have to think of comfort. What I hope is that I will stay together for a long night and never separate. And now, yearn day and night, every night alone person. Or or. The prosperity of 3,000 thousand yuan is not enough for the endless bitterness of this life. The golden year is like a rock, but the sorrow and joy that cannot escape from the shackles of the world. Faint Cold month shallow, pouring silver lonely and grazed eyebrows cinnabar picturesque time, a few degrees long for into a cocoon, leaving a fragmented language. Secretly thoughts. The rustling plain strings were turned over, which drew the outline of sadness and sadness, and the fleeting years which were wiped lightly with tears in disorder. The flourishing age was numerous and complicated, with thousands of songs played on the sky and the cold clouds, sighing the beauty silently. Time went by, all that jazz. What is the world? A lifetime, a thought, a rain. Miss you, don’t complain about leaving. 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…

Write to yourself 5 years later

Dear Shanshan: Hello! I am you at the age of 20, are you living well now? Are you happy? Are you mature? Are you still happy? What was your mood when you saw this letter? Whether very touched 5 years ago left ourselves this moving. Whether will miss 5 years ago when into society of Imagine and happiness Jin. Whether it will also hurt the baptism of time, you are no longer as naive as 5 years ago. After 5 years of growth, you should feel and be touched. Yes, I firmly believe. Dear Shanshan, are you married at the age of 25? If you get married, why did you step into the grave so early? Did you find the person who made you willing to spend your whole life? If not, why did you lose your head for a moment of sweet words, didn’t you say you would consider it after 26th? Anyway, I wish you well and say hello to you (husband) by the way. If you haven’t got married yet, first of all, congratulations, you have done very well. However, why haven’t you found the right person till now? There is still no one holding your hands at all. No matter whether you enter the Palace of marriage at this age or not, you are sad. Dear Shanshan, at the age of 25, do you seem to have a little feminine taste, not the childishness on your face now. Whether to step on the question of all the women who were worried about the years, a trace of fine lines climbed up the corner of her eyes. Although I can’t see you at that time, I still squeezed sweat for you. In this era of increasing economic science, I believe that at that time, there were many cosmetics to solve your problems. But I want to ask you whether you can bear the economic pressure. Dear Shanshan, at the age of 25, are you still a small employee of a company, who has never changed a little, constantly searching for different kinds of industry positions. Or you have been staying in this business all the time, and I believe you have made some achievements now. Can you at least be able to do this job with ease? No matter what work you are doing now, I will support you, because I believe that you have your principles. I just love and support you all the time. Dear Shanshan, 25-year-old you, whether you have a group of friends around you that move you, or you can’t find someone who wanted to go shopping 5 years ago. No matter you often change your job or keep doing it, you will certainly accumulate more or less friendship. You don’t need to be loyal to you, nor do you have to be honest with each other. You just need to have a relationship with each other, which is enough for me to cherish. 5 years ago, I also in for you slowly Foundation, now if you do? Dear Shanshan, you should be a responsible person at the age of 25. Your parents are getting older and older now. Have you noticed your growth but urged their years. Since they use their own time to cast your growth, please leave more experience to take care of them. How did they love you, how did they love you, do you have the 1/3 that they love you? Dear Shanshan, 25-year-old you, do you still remember our 17-year-old joke agreement? A joke at that time, but now I remember it really. 25 years old, only two years away from your joke time, are you ready? Do you have a goal? Have you figured out the direction? If you haven’t forgotten the present and have been striving towards this, at least this persistence is worthy of recognition. I hope what you are persistent is meaningful, not looking forward or dreaming. Dear Shanshan, 25 years old, do you still like watching TV plays as before. Whether it will still be moved by a certain plot or a certain picture in TV. Whether I still listen to a song with similar experience, tears streaming down my face with excitement. Whether you will still eat chili when you are in a bad mood, and write an essay on your mood. If you are consistent, you are still the emotional and impulsive person. I don’t know whether this is good or bad. Since you keep it from beginning to end, I have nothing to say. Dear Shanshan, 25 years old, are you still the girl who loves fantasy in a daze? I believe it won’t be. If you still like reverie, it is totally immature, I hope you will change in 5 years. Dear Shanshan, 25-year-old you, are you together? If I admire both of you now, if I abide by this place, do you still think of him? No matter what the result is, you should be grateful for the years of college. In those years, everything was my most beautiful experience. Thank you, thank you, memories are always full. Five years after graduation, can you still remember a moment clearly. Dear Shanshan, 25-year-old you, do you still remember me at the age of 20? You still have a long way to go. You can still see me once, but I can only let you live in my imagination. Wrote to 5 years after own, just want to record its own needs, recognize their own status, way hereafter can also out looking through once touch kind. Dear Shanshan, it’s not too late now. I think I should stop. I don’t know if you will see this letter or see the expression of this letter. I wish you all well in 5 years, then it doesn’t matter! 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…

The pain makes beautiful flowers

The weather gradually became cold, and there was a slight chill in the middle of the night. I am don’t like this kind of steep cool very much, because the slightly cold air will make my injured feet feel slight pain. It is not the pain that goes straight into the bone marrow, but also the wound that makes me remember. That was the only thought I couldn’t put down when I was a student, foot injury. As soon as I entered the middle school, I was selected to join the basketball team, and every morning and sunset after that were associated with basketball. No matter in cold or summer or in spring or summer, more than a dozen of our girls are running on the open basketball court of the school with the coach. My feet were injured in a friendly match, jumping and pitching. My foot was sprained somehow when I landed, and my face was covered with tears of pain at that time. Although I saw the best doctor at that time, I was regretful to leave an endless pain. Now whenever my feet ache faintly, Liu Xiang, a flying man who fell down on London Olympic Games on August 7th, will appear in front of me. I can’t tell the most direct cause of the mistake clearly, at the moment Liu Xiang fell to the ground, my heart fell heavily. The most empty mood is that I don’t know where to start from. I think I am selfish. At that time, the only thought was that we lost another gold medal. When I saw him standing up with his teeth clenched, dragging his injured leg and jumping to finish the 110 m hurdle, and holding himself to kiss the hurdle, I burst into tears. The young chaser who once galloped in Asia folded his wings again! For the expectation of a nation, we had no choice but to stand on the field. Winning was the pride of our whole nation. If we failed, we had to bear the rejection of so many people! I remember I once saw an exclusive interview from a TV station, which was a weightlifting training base. A little girl who was only ten years old could easily grab the barbell which could not be pulled by an adult man. Does the little girl have a special function? That is just the result of long-term training. Ten minutes on the stage, we all understand the principle of ten years’ success. Athletes are also human beings, who have the same ordinary body as us to feel pain and itch. Only because of the high-intensity training every day, we have the incomparable physical quality. There will be injuries of one kind or another, and even a lifetime. Some athletes are not so lucky. A girl who practices diving has outstanding performance and has not come yet and participated in international competitions. She has to say goodbye to her favorite diving career because of her retina. The pain of athletes is their occupational disease, and which one of the athletes participating in the competition is in good health and has never been troubled by any injuries? Taking part in the competition with the expectation of the whole nation and the pain of the body, we don’t have to shout loudly even if the Masters play abnormally. Winning the gold medal does not mean that you will succeed in the future. Failure does not mean that you will fail in the future. Every player’s body is covered with more or less pain. I hope all the pain can blossom beautifully! 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…

Wandering in poems and songs

Chinese culture has a long history. Every time we open the dusty history, learn from the repeated arguments of pre-Qin philosophers, the deep and philosophical thoughts of Chinese culture classics, approach the sages and Saints, and appreciate the elegant demeanour of these thinkers. I was so infatuated that I swam in the famous mountains and rivers and mountains along their footprints, flying my thoughts and spreading the wings of imagination. What appears in front of us is that the sunset glow and the lonely flock fly together, and the autumn water grows in the same color of the sky. It seems like a dialogue with the ancients through history. From cankan to sandalwood, to big rat and big rat, there is no food for me. Stepping into the book of songs, it presents the simple life fragments of that era. I want you to know each other, and I will live forever. There is no mausoleum in the mountain, and the river is exhausted. Winter Thunder shocks, rain and snow. Heaven, is dare and group enjoyment beyond. His loyalty to love can be described as a touch of nature. Qing Qing Zi Jin, leisurely in my heart. It expresses Cao Cao’s eagerness to seek talents. Entering the poetry of Tang and Song dynasties, and even entering the heyday of our country’s poetry, Li Bai’s flying straight down three thousand feet, suspected that the Galaxy fell nine days. The majestic momentum was presented in front of us. Du Fu’s fire even lasted for three months, and his family books reached tens of thousands of gold. Expresses the author YouGuoYouMin feelings. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. It expressed the mood of the prisoner Li Yu was crying with a long song. The search of Li Qingzhao, a generation of female lyricist, was desolate. Let’s appreciate that women don’t let men. Wang Shifu’s farewell to Changting, the blue sky, the yellow flower field, the West Wind is tight, and the North Yan flies to the south. Just like accompanying the Playman marching in the picturesque scenery, he entered a poetic realm. Zhu Ziqing, with the fragrance of lotus flowers, the smell of rain, the magnificence of mountains and the brilliance of water, showed us in front of us like fresh and beautiful picture scroll, leading us to appreciate the colorful nature and life. I left gently, just like I came gently. Holding a oilpaper umbrella, I hope to meet a girl like clove. It seemed to see the rainy and Misty Poet wandering. I also feel that the people who have traveled to the east of the river are still looking at the domineering of the present. Climbing the mountain is full of love, watching the sea is overflowing in the sea. There are not only the pleasure of returning to the countryside, Du Fu’s gloomy sadness, the vicissitudes of life, the ambition of unremitting pursuit, but also the expression of friendship and lofty sentiments. Or resounding, or telling, plain and natural. Wandering in poems and songs, I was infatuated with it and felt the extensive and profound Chinese culture, which made me sigh deeply! 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…

There is no reason to like someone (selected by writers)

Life like dream, parting separation, towards like spring curtain withered, dash together, dash separation, yuan lai yuan to both heart. In a twinkling of an eye, I looked back indifferently. Many vicissitudes were in my heart and tears flowed alone. If one day you walk into my heart, you will cry, because it is full of you. If one day I walk into your heart, I will cry too, because there is no me there. If one day we pass by each other in a noisy city, I will stop and stare at the back that is far away, telling myself that I once loved that person. I thought that as long as I like it seriously, I can move a person, but originally, it only touched myself. Life is in your own hands. Only you know what you want and what you need. Don’t be influenced by external pressure. Make yourself in a dilemma. Love yourself and cherish yourself, because that’s your own life, not others’… accept, face, let go, let yourself be happy sincerely, and face all kinds of wind and waves calmly, rationally and easily. Believe that no matter how sad you are, you can live, because there is no constant wind and waves. Only you know whether you are happy or not. In fact, everyone has an unknown story. In fact, everyone wants a stop tenderly. In fact, everyone wants to fulfill his promise with someone. In fact, everyone can smile and turn around and cry, in fact, everyone’s life is somewhat bitter, experiencing wind and rain. I just want less sadness and more happiness. I just want less loneliness and more happiness. There is always a person hidden in everyone’s heart. Maybe this person will never know. However, this person can never be replaced by anyone. And that person is like a scar that can never be healed. No matter when it is lifted or touched gently, it will cause a faint pain. There are many people who like you, not lacking me; There are few people I like, except you… there are some things that I don’t want to happen, but I have to accept; There are some things that I don’t want to know, but I have to learn; some people don’t want to lose, but they have to let go. I’m not sure how much time I can use to forget you, and I can’t guarantee that I can really forget you. I can only be like now, no quarrel, no sorrow, no joy, there is no intersection with you quietly. Because of you, I have learned to be strong, and you are still my wound. The wind is still blowing. The flowers are still blooming the same. The sun is still rising. But many things have already been different. Look at that tree full of flowers, and one day it will fall down. I have waited until the flowers fall on the ground, why don’t you return? When you wait until the hair is covered, things are already human. Sometimes silence is really good, you can pretend that you don’t know anything. I was as bright as a mirror in my heart, knowing that I would lose if I said a lot, but I knew better that I couldn’t speak out this antipathy, and I couldn’t show it in my expression. Therefore, I used silence to take precautions. — Say too much, it is better to be silent. I will feel sad if I think too much. An inch of emotion, a miss, in the lonely world, who makes the lovesickness into a thousand-year treasure, a thousand-year watch, the world of mortals, cold and warm autumn, who uses the crazy look, keep it into a circle, like the year of water, whose palm holds whose missing! There are many determinations in life, which have been set up in unexpected times, just like the untouchable sunset, always in another direction. Those memories are depressed with unspeakable pain in the evolution of time passing. Reach out your hand, but you cannot be touched. The wound was just like me, a stubborn child who refused to heal, because the heart was warm and humid, suitable for anything to grow. For me, lovesickness is a thing where happiness and annoyance coexist, while pain and happiness coexist. Lovesickness damages the spirit and makes people Haggard. Everyone cursed and hated, and everyone devoted himself to it. What you didn’t get obviously escaped but was full of disappointment. Only I know that when it hurts, I say nothing. If I could go back to the past, I would choose not to know you. It was not that I regretted, but that I couldn’t accept the ending now. 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…

Nirvana after pursuit

I deposited your breath in my dream. In this noisy and impetuous society, in this era of steel chaos, I ran on the hot and dry afternoon, through the dark, lonely and horrible deep forest, through the crowded heads, we can only say: you are not what I pursue! Wedge I just want to find a kind of breath! In the eyes of the common people, the treasure in my eyes is like a bow! After the rainstorm, the deep gray clouds are like those things once reached. But now, with this fresh and turbid breath, it suddenly disappeared so abruptly. Even those fragments have not been left. Please forgive me, I have to use such objective and one-sided fragments to explain. Can’t I give up the meaning of the words themselves to me, if I am a little rich? I still have to pretend to say with relief: in fact, I have already put it down. What I pursue is not yours! Cangyang jiatuo said: for many years, you have been living in my wound. I have put down the world, but I have never put down you. You can say goodbye one by one in my life. Time is except life and death. Which one is not meddling. You said: You said you were just a wandering writer. With young dreams in the impetuous city full of steel bars. You said: you live in the prison with text hypothesis, taking the city as the background, or a mirage, wandering in the hot and dry afternoon. In the remote streets with indifferent human feelings, in the gray and black alleys with street lamps, under the advertisement cloth which was constantly mustered by the wind. I said: I am just a stranger from other places, searching for the free and easy words in the streets of people. I said: dear, we can be the same passers-. After being attached by words. The flowers are gradually charming! Daily Morning. The car drove across the street with mottled shadows of trees and roared off, leaving only residual dust. The surrounding noisy music flowed into the air from the CD store and was locked into thought-provoking words by us. The wandering artists who perform on the street, like us, are preparing for a brilliant start. We use silent words to fall into the pure white letter paper. The epitome in this city. We enjoy the pleasure that the city of nuoda is dissected and analyzed into words one by one by us. We so much fun. You look! Such a romantic city was compressed into different words one after another by us. And these different words reveal the same you. I am the joy? Or the sorrow? Cities are aging in words. Without the silent trace of time, is the eardrum familiar with the sound of the rapid youth tide, or is the city forcing me to ignore the strange separation. There is no wandering artist performing on the street, and no romantic beginning in the text! The CD machines in the video stores are Mozart’s indifferent off-site streets, and the gray and black alleys with street lamps are under the shabby advertising cloth which is constantly rising in the wind. Everything remains there with a domineering attitude after you leave. Yes! I understand that only I am the real passer-! Some people say that the greatest loneliness in the world is neither being alone nor being alone in the crowd. It is a song of harmony but not harmony. When you left, you said: you only have your words, and I am just an extra supporting role. However, there was clearly an image of US shivering outside the window and rubbing our hands with each other under the warm yellow shade of street lamps. Obviously, when the 13th black car stepped on the mottled traces of the tree shadow silently, promises made. You forgot. We said: We should always pursue words. Let he improving. And it is the same as Qiao Feng in Jin Yong’s works. He and his kung fu, I and my words are combined into one. Is it the overdone pursuit of the devil, or the Exhaustion overwhelmed by the indifference of reality. In the 13th night of the rainstorm, in the 13th month of the 13 stars. We all paid the due price for our pursuit., Whether it is full of scars or tired heart. Everything begins to Nirvana, or never reborn. Some people say: Everyone will pursue something in this world. But what I finally got was often not the main product I had pursued at the beginning. It turns out that what I pursue is not you! And what I got between Nirvana and rebirth was just a tired heart. Besides, is there any stumbling past covered with thorns. Postscript 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…