Coming and going

Coming and going

Looking at the people coming and going, the wet ground splashing with rain, and the slightly cool heart. The world is very noisy, but I am quiet. Walking in the rain, the leaves shook a few drops of water, blurring the glasses. It was in a rainy season that I met my strange uncle. In the hazy, he became a bright sight in my eyes. It’s not clear, the fragrance floated in the rain. We met. It is a story about two coins. It seems that everything is between the fingers. Once it blows, everything changes. Late at night, I want to hear his voice. Risheng, want to see his smiling face. Mobile phone buttons always cannot stop. Perhaps, he is shy. Perhaps, he is happy. I want to give him a taste of all I have, I want to be right beside him when he needs me, and I want to tell him my happiest mood at the first time. He had no shoulders when he was sad, but only wanted to hear his voice. The low voice of him was also a kind of comfort. I like watching him busy when he comes back to the dormitory after school through the curtains. He was so funny that he couldn’t see the corners of my mouth that I secretly hooked up. The more active he is, the quieter I am. It was so quiet that it was dark outside the window that I couldn’t see the familiar shadow any more. Then I pulled the curtain angrily, closed my eyes and thought about the humor in my memory. I like people who pass by the classroom casually but pay close attention to them. Occasionally, I was so nervous that I was at a loss when I accidentally met his eyes. He is the coming and going in my sight. Unique coins. He asked me to keep the only coin given for my birthday, and then exchange it for a secret about him. I loathe to give up. Just as I was reluctant to leave my childishness, I was reluctant to use the original memories from him. Time is like people coming and going. Hurry. I thought I could wait for the eternity I imagined, but I waited for the distance between me and him. I just felt his touch and shook the youth. Time tells me that we don’t have what if. Originally, I made an appointment for the first time. In the graduation season one month later, he turned left and I turned right. I didn’t have time to take photos of the photo, and I didn’t have time to save his appearance as private. A lot of care, with graduation cleansed. I want to send him a postcard every time I pass. Let him know that he has always existed somewhere in me, and he has always been what I care about. Let him know that I live a good life, and he also wants to live a good life. I don’t know whether that crystal ball breathes fresh air from time to time, and I hope it grows up silently with my words to him. If I still call him strange uncle in another graduation season four years later, please wait until I come back. He said, we should all be fine. When I come back, I still cling to the unrealized first sight. The coin is still there. And we have become two people coming and going. 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…

A song singing friendship

A song singing friendship — Bingwen in the flowing sand river of time, youth is a kind of beauty emerging and a kind of pure yearning. When we experienced a lot of ups and downs in life, the good times and youth gave us a new feeling and aftertaste. There was a quiet river flowing in the light years, and the smiling face of once immature youth was quietly covered with fine lines. Thinking of the ignorance and ignorance, every point of staying made me feel deeply aftertaste, I pursue the yearning of youth, that is, I keep calling myself happy. I feel the past time of you in my heart, the beautiful sweetness in my pure youth, and the love you once had, just like the evergreen flowers rooted in my heart and never lost. I have never forgotten that my arm was injured in the volleyball match in high school and went to the hospital. At night, you came to my home to see me. Only you start from small details silently and care for me until you visit me sincerely. After graduation, we often stay together. When the night comes, you come to me with a gun. What a pleasant thing it is when I follow you to shoot birds. The stars were all over the sky, and the cool wind at night accompanied us to move forward, just following you and playing with you. I don’t think much, let alone think much. I think friendship is precious. My sister told me to let me fall in love with you. I naively thought that we were friendship, not love. When I went to your house to tell you when I was going to get married, your eyes were so desolate and sad that you were lying on the bed calling my name and telling me that you were half a year late. The feeling at that moment made my heart tremble for it. Hearing your helpless voice, I didn’t know the visits and frequent contacts you had to me. It turned out that you liked me. You have such an idea. Why don’t you tell me in person earlier that you have always liked me? Do you think I am smart and can feel your heart? Actually, I am stupid. At this time, the feeling of ignorance made me feel uncomfortable. I didn’t know how to answer you, so I could only say nothing. This moment also remembers your every visit, every smiling face, and even the tone of every sentence. This moment also awakened my innocent and naive thinking, understood the subtle changes between us, and I will become the bride of others. You know, I want you to hug me once at that moment. When I was sent home, you were in front, I was behind, and I was speechless. Only the sound of footsteps accompanied us could feel the acceleration of my heart beat, banging sound, and my face was also warm, walking with one foot deep and one foot shallow, I kept thinking about it, It turns out that you have never left in my heart. Delivered to the door, you watched me enter the house. When I arrived at home, I was still thinking about whether I would go out to see you again and let you hug me once, but I didn’t. But there is such an idea in my heart that I want you, a man of the opposite sex, to hug me once. Like a dream, it has quietly and secretly hidden in my heart. Has not changed. You didn’t show up when you got married. It was the last time that you visited me in my new home. The true feelings of friendship are always flowing on me, and I always have good thoughts and feelings for you. When there is something at home, I don’t see you. Maybe if we don’t meet or contact each other, we won’t have any thoughts. But we had a happy trip and a visit to each other, and the unfettered happy moments we had together very early were still in our hearts. Time counts the fleeting years, and inadvertently, I have been too young. Although we are close at hand, we are not in touch, as if we don’t know each other any more. When we got together for many years, we talked and laughed with others, pretending to be unfamiliar. You and I are not each other in those years. The world has brought different scenery to each other. But did you notice it? Did you notice it or not? In the photos you left, you were so close to me that you could feel each other’s breath, and could you hold each other when you reached out. I met again unconsciously. When people sat together, my eyes saw you unconsciously. You were staring at me, nodding and staring at me, letting me know that you were caring for me, my heart is still listening to you. You call my nickname like a relative. I feel comfortable and enthusiastic when listening to it. Finally, I understand the reason for avoiding you. It turns out that when I see you, my heart will be soft, and my heart will be sad, and my heart will lose its sense of direction. Standing under the vast starry sky, is there a warm current filled with fragrance of nostalgia and intoxication? At this moment, I feel silent voice thinking of running away, afraid to face you. There was once a season when thoughts were flying, and those who were far away could feel soft, and there were shadows that could not be waved in their thoughts. Only by avoiding all the opportunities to meet each other can your mind be clear and fresh. You can’t say whether you put me into your mind when you are awake or half asleep, and I saw you when I was back in a midnight dream, and I don’t need to tell you. Only in this way can I feel silently, it’s just a little happy. Let me have a faint figure in my heart and walk all the way. Your friendship to me will quietly bloom in my heart, like a touch of faint fragrance encircling and moistening me, giving me a wonderful reverie feeling of nostalgia. Everyone has a beautiful emotional memory in his heart. Maybe in the sweet memory, the other party does not know it, but this brand has been deeply rooted. My heart is full of beauty, never leave, never float, never fly, the feeling that people can recall in their thoughts, my heart has been stranded for you, so true feelings and expectations, the voice that cannot be dispersed in my heart for a long time. For me, you are a memorable person in my life. It describes the age when I was young, but now what falls on the tip of the pen is the sweetness in my heart, it is an echo that you don’t know. Do you know to forgive me for being so dull and clumsy, even now. Do you know what I expected to embrace? Let my words represent my voice. Although there is no sweet talk or hug between us, even if the innocence of the past disappears between us, I hope what we gain is a memory of friendship, family care. For me, that is a sweet memory and a happy wish. Whether you can let the pure emotion continue, face each other now, whether you can talk and laugh like others, is it the mentality that you never let go in your heart, or my arrogant heart is causing trouble. Let’s not dare to face each other when we meet, but look at each other. It is true smile, friendly contact and eternal blessing. Let friendship sublimate into kinship, which is a kind of selfless love. The story in my heart is left to my aftertaste. How many years have passed, and it is still sweet in my heart. Youth has already passed, but the memory of youth is surging repeatedly, layers of layers, ebb and flow, is recalling youth, a heart unwilling to age and loss, a flower unwilling to fade and fade. Let love shine on me every day like the bright sunshine of four seasons and gallop like rivers. Wish my relatives happy everyday. 2012 nian 7 yue Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

Beautiful woman’s beautiful life

Spring is warm. The Sunshine narrowed my eyes through the glass doors and windows of the office. The rain in spring seemed to have really gone, taking away the cold of winter, I also took away the coldness in my heart and leaned by the window, quietly looking at everything in front of me. There was no beautiful scenery, no flowers and plants competing with each other, and no cheerful birds chirping, only noisy rumbling cars and endless noise. I have been living in this environment for a long time. I used to be very uncomfortable and unable to calm down and think about things at ease. I gradually got used to it and felt that everything had nothing to do with the environment, no matter how big the disturbance happened outside, even if the storm falls down, it has nothing to do with me! Knowing that I have obvious changes, in just a few days, I don’t know if I have really matured? You can treat all the complicated things around calmly, without impetuousness, without hurrying, and even without running around like a headless fly! When I thought of myself, I was a little self-deprecating, sighing and angry. I was calm when something happened. I was so panic that I could see everything in my face. I stamped my feet and called all over the world. What should I do?? It has become a pet phrase, and also a symbol of no confidence and no ability to handle affairs. What changed me? Is years enriched my, is experience honed I, is life full me, watch their step-by-step process to mature, 1.1 points, Orbital will moist, tears shed, absolutely tears of joy and happiness! My work is very busy. I have been able to control my personality well, arrange it properly, and stabilize my mood in the busy pile, dealing with all kinds of complicated and busy things calmly, these are the rewards given to me by life after I have gone through numerous difficulties. Even if I have been scarred, it is worth it! Don’t indulge in mahjong, don’t indulge in night games, don’t be obsessed with shopping, don’t be crazy about money, don’t be hypocritical, don’t live in vain! I have no time to struggle for my previous ideal and to rush about for the diploma exam. However, I have time to read beautiful articles, beautiful sentences, beautiful words and beautiful words in my spare time. Exquisite sentences attracted me, sad words touched me, and strong inspirational stories infected me. I can’t waste my thoughts or rust my soul! I can’t stand turning on the computer one day, and the hands who knock the keyboard pause in the air! Enrich yourself, enrich your heart and broaden your horizon. I can just ask about current affairs and politics, and I can’t understand the complexity of the world, but I can’t imprison my heart. I want to release my heart and my dream! I always feel that I am slower than other people’s thoughts. I always feel that I can’t keep up with the pace of the times. I feel inferior, depressed and decadent, but I am enlightened by Andy Lau’s “stupid child! There was a stupid child born in the 1980 s outside the quiet village. When I was a teenager, I went to the city and worked hard in the 1970 s without afraid of the sun. I found that my friends in the city would naturally bloom without irrigation. In a twinkling of an eye, this stupid child came to the 1980 s again. At the age of thirty, it was not good or bad in the end. After the 1990 s, the most helpless thing was that he would always slow others to buy money in that pocket. Oh, take a pat on your chest. Stand up bravely. Don’t be in a bad mood. Oh, worship to the sky. Don’t think too hard. God has his own arrangement, isn’t it? Not everyone can control life by himself, and no one can control fate by himself. They don’t blame others, don’t be humble and don’t flinch. No matter what road they are going ahead, they are brave, persistent, persistent, work hard to achieve my ideal and goal! There is no uniform standard for women’s beauty, and beauty and not beauty are just an external definition. Different people will be different from each other due to the differences in cultivation and aesthetic standards. Beautiful women are loved by all kinds of people, and beautiful women will always be beautiful scenery lines! Beautiful women, men pursue and yearn! Beautiful women, women are jealous and mad! However, I don’t like beautiful women. I like smart women, but not smart women. Is it contradictory? There is no conflict, because a wise woman knows what to do and what not to do, but a smart woman will disguise to make you terrible! The doors and windows of the office are made of glass, and the women walking outside have a clear view. There are beautiful, tall, elegant, thin ones that can let the wind blow away (my favorite). Charming, is different! Woman, nice! Beautiful woman, really happy! My friend moyang is a beautiful woman and is recognized as Sihua by the company. Although moyang is not the kind of beautiful woman who is particularly eye-catching and makes her figure hot. However, the smooth face has no flaws and is very delicate. It is not too much to say that it is a Korean beauty. She doesn’t wear heavy makeup, but she knows how to decorate herself very well. It’s very delicate to paint her eyebrows, make her eyes and apply lipstick on her face a little bit! She was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, and very well-proportioned. She also knew her words and deeds very well. We are the best friends. Although when we were together, she could always attract the attention of passers-by and attract the attentive men, I didn’t feel unbalanced at all. I am not jealous of her beauty, I appreciate her beauty; I am not jealous of her elegance, I appreciate her elegance; I am not jealous of her temperament, I appreciate her temperament! I am very lucky to have a beautiful girlfriend. Although The halo is hers, it is also bright! Maybe I am not a beautiful woman, but I am not an ugly woman either. I should belong to a strong and confident woman! Although the beautiful youth has gone away from me, the beautiful heart still remains in my heart! I don’t blindly advocate beauty, but I have the characteristics of being capable and refreshing! The beauty of a woman’s appearance is like a flash in the pan, with rich thoughts, rich inner heart, good quality, and good cultivation can be beautiful forever! The highest level of beauty is nature, the truest and purest beauty! Just as a clumsy article is a pile of words and sentences, which distorts the author’s personality. A better article can shine brightly and attract people’s attention. The best article is the author’s natural true feelings. When reading, I feel that I am not reading an article, but reading a soul and a life! Sometimes inadvertently, a stranger’s smile can make people happy! The care of a friend can move people! A subtle section of life can reveal one’s essence! A brief greeting between lovers makes people warm! The small heart is memorable and unforgettable! This is the beauty everywhere in the world! The world is really beautiful, but I usually pay too little attention to it, just as I am also very beautiful, but I don’t care about it! Beautiful woman, beautiful world, beautiful mood, beautiful life! Beautiful, actually very simple! 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…

Imagine that one day

Let the Music pervade, let the feeling flow, love buds, even if there is no rain in a season, it can’t stop it from blooming. I don’t want to drift any more. Yunxia wants a harbor to avoid the wind. One side is the ideal Shuimu Tsinghua University, which releases his dry and thirsty soul…… When the voice of the cellphone rang from my ear, I always thought it was you who sent me a message, but I was disappointed at first sight. When my favorite fragrance is dreaming like a dream, bypassing my beating heart; The Willow City in my heart is just because it is a dream in my heart, I am happy, happy — because there are clouds in my heart. Yunxia knows, that care, that miss, Yunxia is so eager to burn. Imagining the beautiful figure of the cloud sideways, he raised his head, stretched his arms forward, and touched the willow branches fluttering in the wind gently with his fingers; His long hair flowed behind her like water, the long dress shapes her soft, long and full body curve like water in the wind. The thoughts of water lines rippling like clouds immerse in beauty. The beauty like water is quiet and charming, as quiet and melodious as colorful clouds, it will not be annihilated by the hubbub. The beauty like water is soft, and the emotion in the heart of clouds is rippling like ripples, gently imagining the clouds of Willow City. Tears and laughter have turned into immortal poems in the deep hearts of clouds. Yunxia knows that love enriches life, while pain and helplessness sublimate love. Love and space coexist, and miss and care drift away; The beauty in my heart, on the water side, beside the Slender West Lake, meet hand in hand; Yuner, will that season be far away? Your smile, fixed in my mind, is a picture that can never be erased. Clouds will put them on gently and connect them into beautiful wind chimes, making them ring leisurely in the deep memory. I am looking forward to your information all the time, but it is always empty. Is cloud too stingy? Countless sad days, many times of helplessness and sweet miss, will become the most beautiful memories of Yunxia; Yuner, lightly passing through the life of Yunxia, leaving lingering imprints. When Yunxia is tired, just think about yuner. In countless days waiting for your information, my soul seems to lose weight and float in the boundless universe. It is so tired. My expectation seemed to be far away forever. Suddenly, I felt the clouds were so helpless and desperate. I told myself that caring is another kind of beauty. How many sweet fantasies make Yunxia happy. With the cloud in my heart, Yunxia is overflowing with happy smiles. Yuner, comfort the wandering soul of Yunxia, and resolve the sadness that Yunxia misses you. Yuner, I wish that the love of Yunxia can blossom its beauty to its fullest. I imagine that I will hold your hands tightly in this life and walk through the Four Seasons of Love with You side by side. Gradually walk into each other’s souls, shake off the sadness of love, and let the smile overflow. In the open brows of you and me, you can see the love feelings of Colorful Clouds blooming deep in your heart. Imagine that one day, build your favorite Shui Mu Tsinghua in your favorite place. Where the winding path leads to seclusion, the Green Mountains are seclusion, the streams are gurgling, the spring water is Ding Dong, the grass is green, the fragrant flowers are all over the garden without the noise of the world of mortals and the flickering of the world of Mort, the essence of jutianyu. Looking through the window, nearby, the bamboo shadow was swaying, the willow was fluttering, and the dance was extremely flattering; The branches were swaying; The wild flowers were dotted, and the fragrance emitted on the surface was intoxicating; In the distance, the wilderness was far away, surrounded by mountains, lush clouds, okay? Imagine that one day, for the cloud, pick a leaf, pick a stick of moonlight, absorb a wisp of fragrance of flowers, meticulously restore a golden dream of the cloud, let the whole soul impart a whole body of aura and brilliance. Let all the heaviness and displeasure of the clouds be thrown out of the nine clouds. Only the peaceful and pure heart flutters in the blue sky, and the joyful mood spreads everywhere in the heart of colorful clouds. 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…

美丽邂逅,芳菲永固

美丽邂逅,芳菲永固

醉人的暗香,轻漫夜空,七月的天空,依旧美丽;花朵,依旧妖娆;燕子,依旧在窃窃私语;风,依旧在伴着树叶高昂着歌喉。那些花开花谢的故事,如歌如曲,如泣如诉,似蝶如蜂,在繁华的夏季中,翩翩起舞。一缕清香,缠绕着七月的温情,明媚的回旋着在低垂的水眸。清风阵阵的吹来,携着缕缕的香,浪漫而温馨。处处可以感受到花儿嚣张的怒放。芳草薇薇,剔透的浅绿,悄然的卧在摇晃的枝头,和煦的阳光照耀着花的芬芳! 我轻轻挽起一头被夜风吹乱飘逸的长发,把心事秀成一缕芳魂,把牵念寄于眉尖,将祈念抛在那轮孤寂的弦月上,一圈圈淡淡的温馨在眼波中缓缓的荡漾开来,和着幽怨的歌声,月下轻舞挥袖,梳抚我的三千青丝,想象着你我初遇在这五彩斑斓的七月时璀灿的模样。情在心间漫,意在曲中诉,牵挂落心间。樱花怒放,一朵朵浅粉色的樱花,笑颜娇媚,风姿秀逸。煦风中低吟着樱花纯洁般的花语! 静静的午夜,所有的噪杂声戛然而止,月的光华洒满影壁,携一帘微风,云在枝头晃出摇曳的倩影,点点闪烁的醉人装点着追梦人的酣意。拢一袖缭绕的烟雾,迷梦自己恍惚的双眸,对镜而坐,是你憨厚轻盈的笑,是你,搅皱一池平静的温泉,是你,踩乱暗夜宁静流溢的寂寞清净。今夜,想你无眠。心事如含苞的蓓蕾,绽放在袅娜多姿的月影里。流年似水,多情的风,迷离的雨,缠绵的雪,飞越时空的隔阂,在心头浓缩成一滴滴暖暖的情谊! 在这百花争艳的七月,在这个骄阳似火的月份里,我们一年前,相识、相知、以至于相惜。七月,梦幻般的场景,七月,寄你一份薄念,愿你天涯相安,予你一份淡思,愿你天涯安好。墨舞折扇,点滴牵挂皆随一股清风袭身而来。还未散去的笔墨芳香,还未殆尽的绸雅丝香,为我消除暑意。我喜欢这静静的月夜里,只有明月高挂在深邃的夜空中。无法入眠的夜晚,我静静地走到窗前,凝目远眺,任由弦月的薄光,散落在我白皙脸庞上。仰望天宇,凝视星月,孤零零的使我总是情不自禁地想起了远在天边的你! 一个人静静对视无语的苍穹,望着窗外的夜景,月光如水,星星点点,不经意间推开了心灵最深处的门窗,想起了你。又一次让我的记忆回转到,我们曾经携手走过这一年中的点点滴滴,哭过、笑过、就这样携手前行,不离不弃。寂静的月夜,枕落一地斑驳的月色,任由呼吸击碎摇曳窗前的月影;夜风,翩动着牵挂的温润,低吟着几多不舍。无数个孤独的无眠夜,泊在流年的时空,街角昏黄的路灯,黯淡了时空交错的残影,墨染了一池清辉,疏散了烟霞流云。凄泪滴滴,空留下美文诗行万千,回首,依然是渐行渐远的忧伤! 七月的美丽是一幅饱满的画面,穿过绵绵细雨细密的帘幕,垂落在翠壁之间,幽静而雅致。一缕透明的色泽,无声无息的将风的影子遗落于山水间,惹来树摇花动,莺燕纷飞。多加了几丝丁香花香的韵味,万种诗情,也随思绪袅袅缠绕升腾。路边的小花,透着羞涩,淡雅而朴素,微微的摇动。飘逸,斑斓,流彩,多姿,好美的一个五彩缤纷的夏季! 流火般炙热的七月,就这样款款的漫过岁月的肩头,逍遥而来。一缕缕的清风,盛满了万紫千红,还来不及哀叹凋零的花事,就已敲开了夏的门楣,让这个季节,处处都是你我邂逅美丽的风景。阳光用一双纤巧的双手,把这个夏季打扮的五彩缤纷,风情万种。那黛山,苍苍翠翠,绿意满目,那溪水,潺潺涓涓,清澈见底,宛若一幅山水墨画! 北国的七月,是花与树盛开的交织,彼此演绎季节的美好。伴着这暖暖的季节,花开荼靡的岁月,采撷一份飘散的记忆,随花瓣投郑于掌心。一瓣瓣鲜艳的月季花,在经历了一个花期的展览后,簌簌飞落,一朵朵清雅的栀子花,在吐蕊缓缓绽放着它的魅力。冷却心中的烦躁,沉淀心中的浮躁,又是一个美丽的夏,不用预约,已经赴约。也似你我再次邂逅在这如此美丽的七月! 微风送来淡淡的花香,那是自然的风景中,为不变季节的呼吸而绽放。我用心轻轻的吹一口花香,就像心中飘来有你、有爱的芬芳。习惯了舞弄一些文字,就像在舞弄自己的心情一样,像是在听一首喜欢的歌曲一样,那样的境界,那样的思绪,那样的时光,那样的心情,在我的世界中总是最美的,就如我喜爱的这五彩斑斓的七月,飘逸、美丽,充满了生活的颜色,丰富了我生命的色彩! 空气中漾开的花香,都随风飘散。满天的星空下,依然铺满眷恋的神情。音符,在指尖下静静的流淌,那清脆的琴声瞬间打破了空间的沉寂。瞬时,有太多的来不及在曲中婉转。伴着月影,伴着琴声,伴着忧伤的旋律,伴着千年的痴情,让我不由自主的沉浸在对往昔的怀念中!回想我们这一程携手相伴的岁月中所经历的点滴,高兴过,伤心过。如今那些美好的岁月都随风而逝! 茫茫人海,你我因爱文字而相遇,因文字而结缘。一根网线,情牵南北两端,一段文字,让互不相识的两个人心灵有了碰撞,你我相隔千上万水,未曾谋面,但从不陌生。你品读我的心曲,会让你有种很幸福的感觉,我欣赏你忧郁的心语,冥冥中总会让我有种接近你的冲动,也常常会有温暖和甜蜜的感觉涌至心底。喜欢你文字的凄美,喜欢你性格的真诚。和你聊天,无拘无束,和你嬉闹,酸中带甜! 网海茫茫,红尘漫漫,有些人注定是你我路途上擦肩的过客,而你我因为共同的情趣爱好,灵犀的邂逅,从此点燃了心灯,彼此欣赏、鼓励、支持、帮助、相惜、成了不能相忘的兄妹,知心知己。走访在翰墨飘香的网海里,常常被那些如水的文字、细腻的情感、唯美的诗词歌赋所吸引,心情随着文采跌宕起伏,或哀怨悲悯,或淡若秋菊,或朗怀浅笑,如痴如醉! 自从与你相逢,自从与你相识,自从难以离你而去,你是我不离不弃的影子,每当我欢欣雀跃的心情,总会第一个告诉你,虽然距离遥远,虽然你不曾在身边,我的快乐也会把你感染,忧伤的调子侵袭的时候,你是我心底的磐石,坚决,果断,理智,你把烦恼毫不犹豫地留下,把倾听,安慰,隔着冰冷的荧屏传递。携一段时光,记一段文字,我的文字里有我的梦,而我的梦里只有一个你!你的一颦一笑,一呼一吸,如此亲切,如此温馨,却又如此遥不可及! 一直喜欢静谧的感觉,泡一杯香茗,打开一段自己喜欢的音乐,调制循环播放,然后,便安然地坐在这样的时光里,敲击键盘,记录下你我相识的美丽,让茶香浸着音乐将心情慢慢释放。难得有这样的一份清闲,忘却忙碌,让心境变得水一样透明,在悄然回眸中,梳理自己杂乱的思绪,那些或明媚或忧伤的念想,也便在流年的滴答声中蔓延! 于千万人中遇见了你,没有预约,没有早一步,也没有晚一步,遇见,近于完美。于是,你我闯入了彼此的世界,你修饰了我幽深的梦境。我排解了你曾经一度忧郁的生活。你我才会有了一样的回忆,一样的梦想,一样的任谁也羡慕不来的缘分。忆起与你的邂逅,炎热的酷暑,淡定的心态,平和的语言,临别时的惺惺相惜。执手相望,脉脉不言语。窗外,昏暗的路灯寂寞地亮着,那幽幽的黄色恍如隔世。玻璃窗的澄明,而我却看不到自己的影像,点点滴滴,丝丝缕缕,映着的全是你! 茫茫人海,你我皆过客,却能在不经意间回眸,注定是前生的奇迹演绎成今生的邂逅。习惯于对你的倾诉,每一件不能言说的事情,都倾诉在你面前,把你当做不能说话的不倒翁,无言地装下我的劝说,祝福,欣慰,幸福,苦闷。我就这样静默地守候着你,在那些记不起多少个逝去的晨曦日暮里,你是那样傻傻的倾听我无数次的唠叨,你我就这样游走在若有若无的梦幻里。月在云端舞蹈,风在枝头与闪亮的明月相随摇曳。此时的我,寂寥地坐在窗前,任心事流水般汩汩冒出,任思念与夜的无眠纠结缠绕! 你我共同漫步过季节的轮回,共同度过晨曦日暮的时光,虽然天各一方不曾谋面,但隔屏的你我却如生活在同一个屋檐下的兄妹,看不见虚伪的表情,看不见鄙夷的言行,只能从文字里感受着彼此的喜怒哀乐,陪伴着同欢饮泣,都那么的在乎。你每次走访我的空间,没有过多的留言,没有丰富的表情,你只是想对我多一些了解,只是想拉近彼此心与心的距离,你每次光临我的家园,只是看看我的心情是否有变化?若我会安然无恙,你就会无声地悄然而去,每当我心情波动,你每每总会送来安慰亲切的话语! 漆黑的夜空下,显得格外的安静,只有在这样的环境下,才能真正的让我烦躁的心静下来,才能有敲打键盘的冲动。敲下对你的无限的牵挂,香茗伴随着我,空调风飘过鼻尖是一阵清香,忧伤的音乐在空间回荡。此时我的感觉,还有什么能比这些更美呢?若说文字的出现,是一场春雨,润化了我那长久寂寞的心灵,并让我学会了很多的人生道理的话,那么,你的出现,便如冬日的暖阳,给我舒坦,给我温暖,从此我的世界里不能没有你的陪伴! 我多年的习惯了,在清新的晨曦众人皆睡的时候,让笔尖在黑夜中舞蹈,因为文笔的稚嫩,总是踏错舞步,舞不出优美的旋律,纵有满腔柔情,敲出来也显得是那么苍白。在我漫长的生命中总是会遇到很多人,而在我的生命中,和有些人遇见,是为了让他陪我渡过一段落寞无助的时光,和有些人的遇见是为了让他教会我成长,而和有些人的遇见,则是为了陪伴我一生。而我会珍惜每一个和我携手走一程的人,所以,你我的邂逅,我会更珍惜这段时光。不管今天的你在陪伴着我,还是明天的你离我而去! 今天的我依旧牵手文字,连同你的影子,走在这葱茏的盛夏,仰天苍穹,看海辽阔,且听风吟,静听花落,看时间的影子分秒的在指尖轻轻滑落,看灵动的文字由键盘舞出,走向心海,走入深夜。你我就这样遇见,让问候在两地间交织,不论明媚或阴霾,牵挂每每如期而至。没有刻骨铭心,没有山盟海誓,信件聊天中,使用的也不是卿卿我我的话语,每一次交谈,倾诉的只是一份浅浅的问候,与渐渐养成的惦念的习惯。这种感觉似绿茶,不浓烈,却难忘。当杯水刻意的灌溉,已经成为了滋润心田的唯一方式,绿茶间氲氤的淡淡芬芳,就是最难舍弃的牵挂。虽然,茶叶似咖啡,一样可以让我彻夜难眠! 悠悠徘徊在时光的流影里,习惯将所有的喜怒哀乐静静的收藏。或许,一份情怀,一缕牵挂,蓦然回首才能够了然。牵念不露,只因已入骨,挥袖间,梦逐清风,淡泪随烟,不经意间,恰恰收获的是一份理解,一份感动。想你的时候,在想你的夜色中,想你是否也在像我一样的思念你似的在傻傻的思念我?在这平淡的夜晚,因为想起了你,这个夜晚变得如此的美丽而忧伤!仰望苍穹看见那轮明亮的月亮,就像你在遥远的天际也在观望我一样! 静坐灯影里,看时光悄然从指尖滑过,轻轻掀开尘封已久的记忆,泛黄的日子浸湿了缠绵的诺言,飘荡在空气中的气息渐渐凝重,似一片落花在午夜里啜泣风的无情与冷漠。铺展一纸素笺,再次落笔拾起隐掩唇间的无奈;低眉依肩,埋首烟波,默数世间灵动鲜红的花期神韵,寂寥思舞,写满离愁的背影,如何拾缀那凝眸的瞬间?微云几朵,幽幽的天际间明月未悬。七月的月夜,苍穹深处月亮与星星遥望在银河的两端! 我的生活仿佛除了寂寞便是等待,等待着黎明,等待着夜幕,等待着苍老,等待着迷茫。我以为我会一直那么无休无止的寂寞或是等待下去,可偶然的机会,竟然让我邂逅了文字,并与文字结下不懈之缘。闲暇之余,我沿着寂寞的门檐,写下了很多与寂寞有关的凄美的文字。之所以敲下那么多字的原因,也许是害怕我的岁月稍纵既逝,也许只是为了证明我曾那么真实的活过,我会用心和文字记录下你我相伴的岁月的曾经的美丽! 时间牵着季节的手,在四季轮回中又是一个春夏秋冬,心念着心,影伴着影,深深浅浅、朝朝暮暮、花谢花开、淅淅沥沥中,你我辛苦的走过了一年,而我,自始至今,真想真正的走入你的世界,走入你的内心,解读着你的心曲,只想为你解忧,只想给你快乐。流苏般的月色浸染着我无垠的思念,很长的一段时间里,我把心情装进一个海上的漂流瓶,远离着尘世,任凭翻涌的浪涛给予着宁静与跌宕。友情,依旧在风中飞扬,尘埃飘浮于空中,寻觅梦中遗落的往事。斑斑碎影泛起阵阵涟漪之后,犹似那抹絮烟,在风里轻轻的摇曳逝去! 每一次,每当我的心掠过你的神情,风又起,你的身影,总似寒冬温暖我心海处的一束阳光。我仔细的端详着你的身影,是那么的淡定又从容,成熟又稳重,却又像是蒙了一层细纱,朦朦胧胧,真想用最大的分辨力,来看清楚你成熟的面容。此时的我在想着:你是否又在踏着黑夜下的灯光,漫步青石路上。看着在黑夜中那不断退后的两旁树影,和不断被灯光拉长的背影。短短小路却步履阑珊,沉重无比。很多东西在心中憋闷着,是如何的沉重?你却无法释然!不知是何时天上的那轮明月也开始变圆了,可是月下的你,还是一个人孤寂的陪伴着你的忧伤,与你的凄美的文字,遗憾的是你梦中的天使早已远去,不知流落何方? 生活过于繁碎,我喜欢把自己安静的束缚在自己世界中,静静的享受那种安静的不被人打扰的感觉。仿佛越来越喜欢安静,越来越爱远离人群。因我贪恋文字的墨香,才得以结识了,忧伤的多才的痴情的你;因想多了解你的生活,才闻到你的墨香;也因看到了你的忧郁与无助,不经意间我发现,我会随你的情绪而波动;因了解到了你的坦诚和完美,我才开始想远离了你,我怕我会依恋你而不能自拔;因感受依恋你的温暖,使我心海风起云涌;也因你的隐私,你无法与别人言表,我知道你,最恰当的感觉在隐约之间,如诺这样,才会造成你今天远离大家的今天的残局! 我即便了然了你所有的真相,我依然会在遥远的天际祝福着祈祷着你,祝福着你会忘记过去所有的不愉快,祈祷着你会快乐的度过你余生的每一天,不论遇到什么事情,不要总以泪洗面,要笑迎每一天。我仍然会微笑着在此时安然等待,等待着时光的流逝,等待着岁月的流转,等待着一场繁华落尽后的相知,穿过落寞,亦有生命里最真的温软。仿若心底最后一抹残红,寂寞依然,清晰依然。那么,就在这无语多情的墨色时空里,在这样你我相约一年的百花争奇斗艳的七月的季节中,就让我安然的等待着你,等待着你的回眸,等待着你的足音,等待着你能再次的徐徐而来 2012.7.10 赞 (散文编辑:可儿) 换个方式与这个城市继续厮守 早晨六点多出门,晚上快八点回来,至始至终迎接自己的只有静默;自从上了大学,周末的… 【原创随笔】弦言岁语 入冬以来,天干物燥,雪花缥缈,整个大地苍凉而且虚空。无论你的心情是度日如年,还是… 永远的军旅梦 永远的军旅梦 (甘肃康乐县 马晓春) 回忆像流星,划过无痕迹,模糊的眼睛,轮廓渐渐… 春雨 我像大地万物一样喜欢春雨。 新年刚过,天空就下起了丝丝春雨。我特别喜欢这江南的春… 弹拨梦想的雪花(修改) 临近年关,落下了第一场雪。 我在清晨惊喜地阅读到一幅长卷,洁白的是雪,灰黄的是树… 真我 流行瞬变,而风格永驻。 在别人身上可以闪闪发光的东西,放在自己这里却未必可以。 在…

Years are quiet, my heart is safe

Years are quiet, my heart is safe

Time is like a river, some people and some things are separated on both sides without any trace. In the coming and going years, time is always easy to throw people away, colorful and prosperous, all of which are just a lost dream. Text: some trivial matters at hand are always put aside, too lazy to continue. Some expectations in the bottom of my heart are always silent and hard to present. Anyway, there is nothing wrong with being at ease. When you are at leisure, you have a lot of time to think about it. What you want is perfect. In fact, it will not be perfect at any time. You see, in good weather, the sun reappears, I finally became quiet again. The self in the mirror becomes more and more peaceful. I really want to write some happy little days, but that kind of feeling is fleeting, far from staying longer in my heart with sadness. I haven’t boiled red beans into lingering wounds for you, and then share them together. I will understand more about the sorrow of lovesickness. Seeing this paragraph of words is so wonderful and delicate, like the smoke curling up, which makes people sentimental. I suddenly like it. When talking about lovesickness from generation to generation, you are never tired of satisfaction. All living beings are affectionate and have not seen all the scenery yet. How can you bear to let go? Sometimes, I believe everything has an end. Gathering together and leaving, there is an end, nothing is immortal. The space repeatedly played songs carefully selected by itself, telling them. But sometimes, I would rather choose to miss it than let it go. When the scenery is clear, maybe you will accompany me to see the details. The slight sadness is a deep attachment. Women really only desire for a real shoulder and an imaginary promise, but this really needs to wait until the wind blows, the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone, only then can you see the final wind, clear moon and blooming flowers. If you can’t wait for the day when you can see through the scenery? Or maybe it has been seen through before the scenery begins, so what should it be? This really makes people so desperate and desolate. Time see, life love. A period of love, bosom friend. A pot of wine will last forever. One heart will never forget. Sail past the best, not’s Trace, bustling cleared, dream be no way. Hold the Dream to the moon and turn it into smoke. Looking forward to the Spoony of the three lives, I will keep a yearning in the flower path. The amazing looking back of the sentimentally attached, inlaid a cavity of passion in the Peach Blossom. Aftertaste the lingering heart song, pour a lonely sigh in the stream. A love is lingering in the summer. Your appearance is fixed in a pool of blue waves. Standing behind the season, singing the sadness lightly. The touch between fingers is the voice of others. I began to review whether the quietness I boasted over the past year was true as I expected, and I looked through the records closely related to it, although I can’t go back to the scene and mentality when I wrote like that, I can still tell myself for sure that it is not the scattered feather floating in the deep of the lamp flower, but beautiful but light, but with the expectation of not wanting to break the years, in the expression which was branded by time, the loneliness of those things and people was weakened meticulously. Reading other people’s words always makes me feel a little touched. For that scene, for that love.. We are all wandering in loneliness and prosperity, looking for a trace of warmth in indifference.. Different people leave deep and shallow traces in our hearts. Someone always leaves, someone always comes. However, passing by in a hurry also brings a wisp of care, sending away a heart fragrance.. From my old words and music, I can only give birth to the warmth of missing. This season makes people Bright and sad, I wish this is still my endless full and rich years. Began to fall in love with quiet. Tranquility is a kind of beauty of solitude. We bid farewell to the noise of the world, return our heart to the pure land of emotion, open our hearts and accompany with words. At this moment, the worldly annoyance went far away, and there was only one person in the world. Therefore, I used words to wrap these broken thoughts around my fingertips, hoping to leave myself a gentle forever. Happy and calm… Years are quiet, and my heart is safe. 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…

Wander in the words

Walking in the flashy world, shuttling through time and space, half a century has passed, I have a sigh! Go south and north, wind and rain life, how many vicissitudes, how many ups and downs. After so many years of wasting time to sharpen my life, I can still avoid wind and rain when I go back home in the cottage. A few mu of thin fields can be enough to spend the spring and autumn. When people reach middle age, they can’t believe things that are too beautiful, because they are afraid of seeing despair. Life is too short, and I already know that there are many beautiful wishes that cannot be realized any more. I have understood the numerous and noisy world, and I am content with poverty and loneliness, living a indifferent life. Now I am used to recording my life with words and witnessing the world with my eyes. My face is more lofty, but my heart is more delicate and sensitive. In recent years, no matter I am in the deep desert of a foreign country or in the dreamland of the misty south of the Yangtze River, whenever the night is still, I will sit alone in the fighting room, stay away from the troubles of the world, and put aside the attachment of, stay under one side of the screen. In the music which is like flowing clouds and flowing water and is graceful and graceful, my hands are fluttering and tapping words one by one between the keyboard, and I place what I have seen, heard, felt, understood and felt on the words. In the words, there are my enchanted affectionate stories; In the words, there are my meaningful philosophy of life; In the words, there are my boundless paintings of Jiangnan; In the words, there are my boundless and broad scenery of northern China; In the words, there is my boundless blue sea and sky; In the text, there is my verdant and clear mountains and waters. I let those fleeting years slip through my fingertips settle into words, and I let all the precious seals in my life solidify into words. I wandered in the ocean of words and felt reluctant to leave. I propped up the sky with words. Time is in a hurry, and I suddenly look back. Some hazy and fine fragments, some simple and vivid plots gently hit my heart, those old things like meteors passing through life, still lingering with the new sorrow of time. Sometimes my words are my collections when I am happy, sometimes my words are my vent when I am sad, and sometimes my words are my feelings about people and things around me, sometimes my words are just the release of my own whim. How many days and nights I buried myself in the words, those fragments of memory scattered on my fingertips, freely flowing my true feelings, happiness, romance, sadness in my words, with annoyance, all the mixed feelings appear in the text one by one. Between the lines is the telling of the heart and the calling of the soul. I read the clouds in the text, listened to the rain, invited the Sun and the moon, and I wrote poems in the text to write love mu spring breeze. I meditate in words, dance in words, cultivate in words, and shine in words. I don’t care whether the writing style is good or bad, nor others’ comments. I just twist the writing into my own mood and write the article according to my own wishes. Of course, I occasionally hide my mind in obscure words. I don’t expect anyone to understand it, nor do I expect someone to resonate with me. I only care about my own feelings. Although these words are smeared randomly, they are the true reappearance of my life and the natural expression of my emotions. The words record my mood, experience and a fleeting time. I want to use my crudest writing style and my increasingly desolated fingertips to make my life stop-and-go for dozens of years. I want to go around and write the words of splashing ink and complaint with my heart. Words will retain my past years, and words will retain my water-like years. I locked the fleeting time with words, and I carried my life with words. In fact, everyone knows that writing is just like people. You can roughly see the literary talent of a person from the spirit of a person’s writing; You can roughly see the experience of a person from the content of a person’s writing; From the appeal of a person’s writing, you can roughly see the emotion of this person. Words are the monologue of the soul. If you understand a person’s words, you will understand a person’s heart. The ancients once to wedding night, Gold placard nomination, long drought every nectar, meet old. It is called four happy events in life, but I only regard piling up words as the pleasure of life. It was late at night, and people became quiet. The sky was like ink dyed, and the world of mortals fell down like water with tender feelings. The Moonlight was bright, like a lotus blossom quietly pouring notes. I boiled the words with music to my heart’s content. As my fingers wandered back and forth on the keyboard, the words gathered into texts and sang softly. 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…

The greatest wealth is mother

Enjoying the cool in summer night is always a good time to listen to stories. When I was young, I always spent every summer night with adults like this. The night is empty and the stars are twinkling. It is at this time that listening to the story is the most atmosphere. The stars are here, and the Moonlight is still there. But time has gone, and now we will never snuggle up in the arms of our parents to hear them repeat the story of “cowherd and weaving maid” over and over again. Last night, my child slept with me, and he stuck me to nowhere to live, just like when I was a child, pestering adults to tell stories. However, due to games such as TV and internet, children nowadays no longer disdain the story that we were still moved even after listening to it for hundreds of times. In desperation, I told him a story in Lin Qingxuan’s prose. The general idea was like this. A friend came back from abroad to attend his father’s funeral because he came back too late and his family property had been split by his brother. Before he went home, his brother split up all his family property. They left him nothing but their only mother. The friend cried in the dark house when he was talking. This friend had a successful career abroad, so he cried not for property, but for the friendship of his brother. His friend comforted him and said: it is the greatest blessing that you can get the only mother! In this world, there are a lot of people who are willing to give up all their wealth, and it is impossible to get their mother back! Hearing this, the friend smiled happily as expected. I applied the author’s words to my son: If your brother didn’t leave you the only mother, you would be really miserable! My son was really moved, and he sighed with emotion at a young age: without parents, he would always be the most painful person in the world!. I am very surprised that such a small child can also express such deep emotion. The day before I came to Zhengzhou was the first day I entered the ambush. The weather was extremely hot and dry, and I would be covered with sweat when I didn’t go out. My mother-in-law knew that I would come to Zhengzhou to visit her daughter, and she was busy making her daughter a fried pasta in her hometown in such a hot weather. I said, don’t do it on such a hot day. But my mother-in-law always wants to bring something to my daughter. My mother-in-law sent firewood to the hearth one by one, and the fire reflected on her sweat-covered face. When my mother-in-law finished the whole work, she had already been sweating like a pig. Really, in this world, no one will do such a thing except mother! Although the value of this little fried pasta is very slight, the heart of loving my daughter is the most touching thing in the world! Who has seen the infatuated parents and filial children? Naturally, it is the one-sided view of negative evades. I can see hope from my little child. With such a family atmosphere, my grandmother regards herself as a fan, and the younger generation will certainly inherit the beautiful feelings of human beings to repay the Elder, and of course my mother will show filial piety. The most beautiful woman is mother, who is the greatest wealth in our life! 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…

Bowls of looking

If I came out from home, the first thing I encountered was rows of tall buildings. With their solid and huge bodies, they couldn’t help blocking my warm looking. My eyes hit the silver-gray wall, and then I was bounced back like table tennis. I felt the unspeakable anxiety and pain in my eyes and heart. In fact, the buildings in this beautiful Jiangnan town I live in are getting higher and higher. This small town is expanding crazily along the two sides of Shaxi vertically, just like there are two invisible giant hands pushing the wheel of the small town to change with each passing day or prosper. I was submerged in such a hard and dense high-rise Canyon. I looked back again and again ardently, just like the wings broken by the proud eagle in flight, therefore, my ups and downs heart is filled with inexplicable anxiety, anxiety and endless confusion. If I could go further, if I walked to the bank of Shaxi River, suburb or all places with broad vision, my gaze would not stretch too far. I looked here, I looked over there, I saw the blue backbone of rolling mountains, which were far away from me, but they were much taller than the buildings in the city, there is an irresistible majesty and power. I finally wriggled there alone like a worm. I couldn’t see further and more thoroughly. My bright eyes were blocked back, just like some glittering fragments of lightning, they fell sadly one after another. In the narrow gap between the Earth and time, I heard the twitching of my heart and silent crying. I was like a worm that no one found. I wriggled in the flying dust in the world, it seems that I don’t know what year it is. I have been silently looking around and living in the basin for many years. Before that, I walked in the vast northeast plain. In the cold winter in summer, even in the spring days when the seedlings on the fields were not flourishing, I could indulge in grazing my free eyes. I can see from one village to another. I can see the faint and indistinct horizon. I can see the rain in the wandering clouds in the distance and the Sunshine flowing behind the clouds, even later in the vast Northwest, my looking eyes would not easily break like sharp flying arrows. For example, I stand on the top of the Tianshan Mountains, for example, I stand deep in the sand sea, and I am always surrounded by a kind of vast magnificence or generous solemn and stirring. I stood there, like a real person. White clouds were like washing or the sky was high. How important it was to me. What’s more important is that I heard my free breath and heartbeat. My looking eyes are unobstructed, and my looking eyes are like countless soft flying feathers, my looking eyes can reach all directions smoothly. Do you know the vastness and magnificence? It is a sacred place that makes people open-minded and soul-stirring. Even if a person is very humble, he will not feel his humble, fragile and lost as long as he appears in such a sacred place. Just like a grass on a high mountain, it is much higher than a luxuriant tree growing on a depression. My father once lived in a small town ten years ago, but later he never wanted to come again. This farmer, who has worked hard on the plain for most of his life, has been used to the sunrise and sunset there and the birth, aging, illness and death there. He stayed in the small town of Jiangnan for more than a month, and he was also agitated and chattered for more than a month. I could feel that my father was like a flying bird in a cage, which reminded me of my unforgettable experience when I first came to the small city. My father said why there are mountains all around, it is too oppressed and depressed here! Looking at my father’s unhappy expression, I really want to say that this place is the Meilie Basin. This city is built on both sides of the narrow Shaxi River. It is said that the Kuomintang set up a concentration camp here before liberation. But I didn’t say anything. I just looked at my father who was eager to return with the same sympathy. In fact, I know little about the history of the rise of Jiangnan. I just feel that everything here is fresh and strange. But I don’t like the sunrise or sunset in basins or depressions, just as I don’t like the comfortable and closed lifestyle of people in small cities. But I must get used to these slowly, just like a sheep running on the grassland. In order to survive and breathe freely, I must learn to look for food or dream in the longitudinal forest. I thought I had been used to it for so many years, but in fact it was not the case. Just like my unhidden dream, I always dream back to the Great Plains of Northeast China and the Gobi mountains or grasslands in northwest China, where the mighty and mighty of a horse and plain makes me dream. But when I woke up from a dream, I still curled up in the basin, smiling alone or crying secretly in the small city surrounded by mountains. I know how important a person’s position and environment are, just like a frog in the bottom of a well, the sky it watches is so small. Although I don’t think people living in small cities are frogs at the bottom of the well, you can’t deny the influence or shelter of environment on one’s mind. What I said was that I was far from adapting to the world and climate in the basin. That kind of comfortable and comfortable life was no different from a silent murder to my excited soul. In many passing nights and days, I hid under the tall eaves of the small town, looking around or picking up the fragments of scattered eyes. I couldn’t convince myself, so I started to run away or flee again and again. But where can a person in a wheelchair escape? Finally, I came back obediently and returned to the small town to the warm nest. I fell in love with a woman and slept together at night to have children. I found that I was much older soon. In the place where my eyes were blocked or broken again and again, I felt that my grazing eyes finally gathered into my heart sadly, Like a beam of clear icy and cold moonlight, my slow beating heart was deeply submerged. In fact, I am still eager for my blood to run like rivers, and my eyes to fly like soft feathers. But I feel that something has locked me. Is it the atmosphere of the basin or the world in the basin? I don’t want to know, I really want to say to my heart: Do you really want the joy of flying? When I got the affirmative answer, I became more and more trapped. I am want to complete a spiritual breakthrough? I am want to stand on the top of the mountain opposite the city? My eyes fell sadly on the wheelchair in the corner of the room, and my heart began to feel endless pain at that moment. I don’t know when, my hand holding the pen has become weak and weak. What I love is those tender and romantic words. I feel my decline, decadence and spiritual collapse. In countless alternating nights and days, I never took pains to ask myself: Can I still be bold and vigorous in writing? Can I still climb high and look at the mountains? Can I still let my inner blood flow like rivers? How eager I am that what flows out from my pen tube is not pale water, but crimson blood or smelly tears? But it seems that I have already been overwhelmed. Being alone in the bottom of fate is far more horrible and helpless than living in the basin. I longed for the joy of being blown or torn by the fierce desert like a camel in the desert of thousands of miles, but the grand scenery had long been far away from me. I just crouched up in the basin of fate, and my hot prying or looking eyes were blocked by the hard and straight Mountain again and again. I found that I had become shortsighted and vulgar. In the turbulent turbid flow of the world of mortals, who on earth covered my eyes? When I questioned myself like this, an eagle in the distant sky had already folded its proud wings, and I fell down with a withered hand holding a pen, I saw the sad running Red Snow Fox in the wilderness. I saw the sunrise or sunset in the distance, bending my leaning sky and deep in the quiet night, reading Guo Xiaochuan’s poems alone, I found the autumn of tuanpowa which was gradually left out and forgotten again, and saw the magnificent spirit of a poet who refused to compromise to life in the low valley of fate, the quiet blood gradually began to make noise or high tide. When I fell into my dream in the narrow Jiangnan town, I was chasing the sunset of the long river or the lonely smoke in the desert wildly all the way. At another spiritual height there, I seemed to have accomplished a solemn Breakthrough. I was doomed to be unable to be imprisoned or compromised. Even in the narrow cage of bad luck, my fervent eyes would cross over the vast rivers and mountains. 2600 words 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…

si shi gu ren lai

On the second floor of Kisley, Yingshan. Today is the third day of May. It has been four days since brother Pang arrived home. There has always been a feeling in my heart: Miracle in fact, I didn’t have much contact with fat brother. I remember that when several wrist-level brothers and sisters from Shenzhen came to the Forum last year, my heart was a little distant, I always feel that they are too far away from me, and I can only be their loyal and silent audience. In my heart, I am a person who is not good at expanding the circle of friends. Not long after “my Jiangnan” was posted on the forum, I unexpectedly found that fat brother also came to my post. At that time, I was really happy, to be more precise, it was a surprise. Later, the figure of fat brother gradually became more visible. I don’t have much to say. I’m very homely and kind. Later, I didn’t know when I was pulled into the group of fat brothers. I always remember a few small details. At that time, I stayed up for several nights because of several manuscripts, and a small problem appeared in my eyes. I happened to learn from my school and went to work together. I saw it, and then I greeted it in the jar. Fat brother also noticed it, and the greeting was sent back to my hometown from the distant Shenzhen. After joining the fat brother Group, I seldom go there. On that day, as soon as I went online, fat brother’s greeting came. I remember that he said, today I finally waited you to appear. It’s worth waiting today! If I remember correctly, you ‘d better come here twice. At that time, his surprise made people feel moved. And after a little accident happened to my body and family last year, I seldom came to the jar and occasionally surf the Internet, I saw the concerned post of fat brother after my article “concerned. I really didn’t expect to have such a warm concern here as if I had passed away and felt exhausted physically and mentally! I have not shed tears for a long time, and there are tears in my eyes. I know that fat brother will come back on May Day. He also sent me a message in the group, hoping to contact me then. In fact, I also want to get together, and also want to tell him my phone number. However, I was really worried that my situation would be bad by then. I really didn’t want to bring my unhappiness to the kind eldest brother next door who I had never met before. Yes, he is the eldest brother next door. During this period, my younger sister used my QQ to go online several times and met fat brother. My younger sister said, “sister, this big brother is really a good man! He said that he hoped to see you this time. After all, I didn’t tell him my phone number online. Although, I also know his phone number. I think if there is an opportunity, we will meet each other eventually. The miracle happened to me again. 4 yue 29, morning after work I to Federation get the Dabie Mountains “, from Yingshan hotel that slope just turned the corner, saw our altar total brother Wu, then there were several netizens such as ashtray, and I remembered that there were still some unfamiliar faces at that time. I was so nervous that I left quickly without thinking of talking to the five elder brothers. There were bursts of shouts behind me, and I quickened my steps. About half an hour later, my cell phone rang, text message. Fat brother SMS! He said, if tea (my net name) sister, I will go back. Just now you passed in front of me, and later asked the fifth elder brother to know it was you, but when I called you, I only saw your back! He said, I just asked for your phone number from my friend! Why did you meet fat brother in such a way! Why did you return? Yesterday, I was still talking to my friends that you might have arrived home on May Day. Although I really didn’t know that day I really passed in front of the fat brother, and heard them laughing that the more they called me behind, the faster I ran, I always felt a little sorry in my heart, it seems that I really neglect the fat brother. But I really didn’t recognize fat brother at that time, let alone I was so anxious to leave at that time. Later, we called and sent a message. I will meet again on the 3rd. At in the morning, I called him across the station. He was also near the station. He said he was in an Internet cafe. A few minutes later, he suddenly found me wearing a red dress in the crowd across the street. No greetings and greetings, just like my elder brother for many years, just like my elder brother who just came back after buying me a glass of milk. After saying a few words, he said, go to gisley to sit down. I said, OK. He took the big bag in my hand naturally. He ordered a cup of coffee and I ordered a cup of rose tea. Sitting in front of the table by the window, pushing open the window, the talk began unexpectedly. I remember that I heard my heart several times at that time. The fat elder brother on the opposite side was talking about happy childhood vividly, and his eyebrows, eyes, lips and teeth were full of childhood innocence and naughty, cute, this is a really lovely big brother! It’s almost eleven o’clock, I said, let’s have lunch here. He readily agreed. Before the dinner, Uncle Xiao, who was beloved in the forum, happened to meet him and his lovely grandson. It has rained outside the window. The four people who had never met each other, but in a peaceful, warm, determined and peaceful mood, they ate an ordinary lunch that they might never forget in their whole life. After dinner, fat brother was going back to his hometown in Wujiashan. Uncle Xiao insisted on waiting for fat brother to get on the bus before leaving. But I waited on the street for a long time, but I didn’t see the only car that could go back to my hometown on that day. I was afraid of missing the time, so I decided to go directly to the station to get on. Because my home was next door to the station, I got on the taxi to the station with fat brother instead of Uncle Xiao. As soon as I entered the station, Wu Jiashan’s car just started to start. Fat brother began to prepare to say the polite words that had been said for several times but were interrupted by me every time. I said, stop talking, get in the car. He really didn’t say anything, just told the taxi driver to send me to the door of the house later. As soon as he got on the bus, he ran down again. Standing in the rain, he stretched out his right hand and said, “shake your hand. After getting on the bus, I waved again several times. As soon as he entered the door, his message came. He said that although he was already brother and sister, the gratitude in his heart still needed to be expressed in certain ways, such as the text messages at this moment. I said, people pay attention to chances, and many things don’t need to be said out. Maybe we will still be like that in the future, and there won’t be too many contacts, but it is enough to keep a sincere concern and a quiet warmth. The end of the world will also be within reach. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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. 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