Dust in singing

To be bored, all seasonal vividness, using individual wings to make polite condolence, may be really boring, limited space is not enough to release, or it is difficult to let go of some degree of weight, everything is fixed, just like the direction of flies or butterflies. Everything is churning in the dust, the angle is boring but the technique is similar, the time is in the same mood, the morning bell and the drum, according to the old topic, curling in the vulgar dust, curling into clusters of spray, from the beginning to the end, they showed their own postures. The structure is always the same and small. I don’t even laugh at the years and catch clouds and moon, but it comes from the waves that are hard to calm and the waves that are unremitting. I always can’t forget myself, so I often emphasize my tone and fail to judge objectively. Summer is full of courage in the years. When I saw the city, it was paved into roads. Whose feet was that? Who’s Portal? Or back? Sweat turns into a rain and falls into an encounter on the cross street. It is impossible to distinguish whether they are moved or spoken on the stone slab. I have touched rows of water traces and eyes, and my uncertain wishes wandered along with the crowd. My anxiety flickered, and the Illusion turned into the predecessor of the dust, shaking into the rain. Boring, boring singing! Dusty, they get used to it, the plot is so old that there is only one inch of time left. How can I feel? Perhaps it is the rough feelings that make it difficult to cross the boundless and have the dream that the dust cannot give birth. It doesn’t matter. The silence in the ending is simple and tortuous. I am close to the roadside and the front of the mountain. I want to find the fragrant path in a casual mood. This is the flourishing season. How can I find the flowers and plants, it seems that I was moved by yesterday’s image and put my names at hand one by one. Through this state of mind, Miss Can’t help falling down. By the clear stream, we stretched out our feet, surprised by the cool waves, surprised by the faint and quiet light of the summer wind, and the floating wind slowly dispersed. At this moment, it seems like dust is clear, it is full of poetry, gently touching the color of water and the simple chord. The allegorist in the sky was on a trip. I stood outside the Sea of clouds and in the clouds, isolated the noise all the way with a sober consciousness, and only listened to the streams under the white clouds; stretching the light singing voice! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Love of success

In the evening, my husband couldn’t eat at home because he went to the mine for inspection, and only our son and us were left at home. Taking my son back, cooking, eating, washing, checking his homework and so on were all carried out in such an orderly manner. We felt lonely and calm in our hearts. Maybe we have been used to this kind of life. I kept busy, my son was sitting on the sofa watching TV, feeling a little lonely in the room. Mom, when will my dad come back? Why hasn’t he come back yet? My son asked me from time to time when watching TV. Dad went to the mine, and it took a long time. I told my son. My son stopped talking and continued to watch his TV. After I packed everything up, I told my son to go to bed. When I just got to bed, he took a book, and I took a book. Only the sound of turning books and the ticking of clocks were heard in the room. Time slipped over while we were turning over books. Looking at the time, I said: baby, go to sleep. We have to get up early to go to school tomorrow! My son was very obedient. He closed the book and lay on the bed against me. Mom, why hasn’t Dad come back? He can’t drink bars? He won’t be unable to find a home after drinking too much, will he? Son said. I smiled and said to my son: Silly boy, how could dad drink? He was working, and it would take a long time to go to the mine. Dad had to take a bath after he went up the well, and also had to make work records, besides, I don’t know which mine to go to today. Maybe it’s too far! My son seemed to know something, though he still didn’t know what the mine looked like to him. I said: go to bed early. Dad will come back when you fall asleep. I picked up the phone and checked the time at 10: 30. My son continued: Mom, does dad really know how to drink bars? When he comes back after drinking too much, you should quarrel again. I am most afraid of your quarrel. At this moment, my heart thumped, I couldn’t tell what I felt in my heart, and I was no longer anxious for my son’s delay in sleeping. My son’s words seemed to open the gate of five flavors in my heart, but more is a kind of sour pain. The Silent Night made my heart more lonely, and its silent arrival brought me more guilt for my son. I didn’t expect that, the invisible shadow brought to my son by letting my own mouth and mind vent is constantly hurting the child’s young heart. I stroked my son’s head and said, “go to sleep, my son. I’m not afraid. My parents won’t quarrel, and I won’t quarrel any more. My son huddled up, stroked my arm with his chubby little hand, put his face on my chest, and fell asleep with his eyes closed. 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…

Rough experienced, see this life youth

Rough experienced, see this life youth

Time is like water. I always look at the moon and feel it. I sigh for a lifetime of youth and nothing has been achieved so far. His heart is clear, or someone is pitiful, however, it is useless in the world, not beneficial to relatives and friends, my heart is ashamed and can’t complain. In the year of biography, my mother gave birth to me in the cold winter, which was a scene of integrity and desolation. The rain and snow outside the window were falling, the trees withered, and the eyes were desolate. My father heard that I was a woman and gave birth to a heart of abandonment. Moreover, I cried so much that I couldn’t make it safe. Only my parents held me in their arms, so that they could stop crying. Milk Wen Wu is a woman, sigh but don’t come to see. Aunt Wen Wu is a woman, and she brought the buyer to my house to sell it to others. Fortunately, my second aunt loved me so much that she could not bear to send me to others when she saw me as a baby. I stopped my parents and elder sister-in-law, and finally failed to pay me to those who came. Today, I still feel the kindness of my second aunt, saving me from buying and selling, so that I can grow up under my parents from childhood. The home with high walls and wealth, though, can be eaten in the delicacies of mountains and seas, and can be taken by Mercedes-Benz Pegasus. But it is not my wish! My family was poor, and I often picked up my sister’s clothes when I was young. When I went to middle school, my sister married, I got a new dress. At that time, I was delighted and mad, and could not bear to wear it for many days. Today, I remember that year, flashy is no more than a dream, and poverty is also safe. I was three years old and could remember things. My parents were too busy to take care of them, and my clothes were dirty and messy to take care. My elder sister taught me to wash clothes by the water. In those years, I was young but didn’t know how to do it. My three-year-old and three-month-old mother gave birth to my younger brother, and my father was too happy to support. When I think about the past, my father treats my brother with extreme affection because of my coldness. His traditional heart of asking for heir is true and cut. I have no hatred at all. When my younger brother was young, my father often took him to play. I wanted to go all the time. My mother stopped and refused. I cried against the door, and my mother fell down to me with anger. When my brother was young, one day, my father took me out. There are many stone tablets in the same place. You can see a large tomb beside the temple gate. Father said, it is the grave of ancestors. My ancestor, the minister of Qing Dynasty, went north and passed my hometown. Seeing the beautiful scenery and easy to live in, he settled down and built a house and married Zhang. When I was young, I often went to my neighbor’s house to play cards with my milk. Friends of milk, such as Cai and Chen, all took good care of me. However, the time has gone, I really miss it! On festivals, the walls are broken. When you see things are different, your heart is hard to hold and you cry. Where are his years of love and the care of his elders? The sky is silent, and the stars are Robb. Life is just a lamp. When it is over, the light goes out and people go. My eleven years old, lunar January, my grandma passed away, July, my milk is not. I was sent to the graveyard in my filial piety, and I couldn’t bear to cry! At the end of the year, I often wipe the image of Fu Ye’s milk. I can’t say how sad I am! My mother was always worried about my illness since I was young, thin and not through wind and rain. A few years old, life is lost! Middle School, near the college entrance examination, I was ill for more than April. My father often took me to see a doctor and accompanied me for five or six hours every night, waiting for the liquid medicine to enter my body. One day, my father was on the side, sleepy and wanted to sleep. I saw his exhaustion and persuaded him to rest. My father shook his spirit and kept it until late at night. My mother slept with me, and I sweated more and more. It was cold and hard to be proud, so was my mother. Today, I am twenty and five, as my mother always says, it is really not easy for me to grow up! The love of the world is only the kindness of parents, the difficulty of the world, and the difficulty of raising children! I grew up with my parents, a blessing! I have been fond of books since childhood, especially ancient Chinese. However, the father called poetry books as idle books, which prevented them from reading. Every time I went to my uncle’s home to search for books, I found them and collected them under the pillow, appreciating them in the orchard. Today, the orchard is abandoned without existence, and the joy of sleeping with books in the past is gone and gone. I cherish it, pity it, the joy of my childhood is in poetry and books. I used to read “A Dream of Red Mansions” late at night, but I couldn’t sleep at night. My father woke up at night and saw that there was light in my room. Knowing that I hadn’t slept, he urged me several times. I am worried, afraid of my father’s anger, and I like books and can’t sleep, why? Take things to block the window of my room! Continue reading Dawn, sleep with books. I am happy and quiet since I was young, and I always keep myself in the room, which is extremely prosperous and noisy. By the spring festival, I was most disgusted with firecrackers everywhere, which scared my soul and disturbed my heart. My younger brother was happy to play outside my door and set off firecrackers to disturb the peace. I was so anxious that I cried and sued my father. My father began to feel the importance of the matter and denounced my brother for playing somewhere else. I don’t like to see in the public, and I often stay alone and leisurely between the heaven and earth, because of the people in the book, I am happy or hurt. I most recall that year when I was lying on the top of the orchard hut, looking at the sky alone, watching white clouds floating and the blue sky. I was sleepy in reading and fell asleep. I woke up and glanced around. In the wilderness, I felt the vastness of the world and the magnificence of the world. (I love ancient prose, pretend to write this article, remember the trivial things of my childhood, express all feelings of life, to comfort my heart.) Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Life is bliss

I will continue to stay with this city in another way 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…

Midnight listen to music: Water Lily

In the early summer of June, it was already a little hot. In the night after a downpour, there was less noise and bustle in the daytime, and it became quiet and serene. I still sat alone in front of the screen under the window, listening to a song “Water Lily” played by the piano and erhu. The air was filled with light and soft sadness and sadness. The sound jumped lightly on the string, like sobbing and sobbing, graceful and sad, and the accompaniment of the piano added a little sad and endless lingering. The fantastic music melody echoed in my ears, which made me unable to distinguish whether it was a faint sorrow or a strong wound? But it is also so absorbed. Savoring carefully, I seemed to see the light of the shallow water in the pond, and I also heard the whisper of the breeze blowing in the waves. A tranquil water lily, looking back at the Bright Water. A faint heart stretches enchanting in the night. This is very like an ancient woman who was alone in a boudoir. Her mother-in-law looked at the raindrops on the eaves silently falling down, dancing long sleeves wrote the unspeakable bitterness in the deep of the world of mortals on a plain paper with small slender hands. I seem to understand the profound meaning of water lily, as well as its beauty and sorrow when sleeping and waking up, just like this woman locked in her bosom friend. She was not a water lily at all. No one understood the heart of the water lily and no one listened to the heart song of the water lily. Ren Daqian was in the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals. She could only lie quietly in the middle of the pool, accompanying aquatic plants and vines, and enjoying the fleeting time. Although the water lily is placed in the silt, it is not willing to sink. It is out of the silt but not dyed. Quietly blossoming in the Yingying morning dew of summer, white and pink water lilies came out of the water slightly, just like a shy girl with a shallow smile, it seems so charming and delicate, and gives purity and beauty to people quietly. There are also clusters of dark red leaves and stems floating in the pond, holding round leaves out of the water surface and turning them into a great green layer by layer with leaves connected and embraced to cover the pond, what it brings to people is a colorful green world. The water lily is not as luxurious as Peony, nor as noble and pure as Lotus, nor as simple and elegant as daffodils, but the flower pattern is gorgeous, and the flower posture is lovely. In a pool of clear water, it looks like a refined girl with ice muscles, therefore, it is praised as the goddess in the water by people. People love the beauty of water lily that is out of the world, that kind of quiet, that kind of elegant, that kind of tranquility, as if the prosperity and fame in the world have nothing to do with it, waiting for the beauty of ethereal and holy alone. When it opened, it quietly spit out glittering petals. When it withered, the snow-like debris fell under its feet, but the lotus leaf branches stand proudly on the water. The reason why water lily is beautiful lies in its peaceful and stretch posture when sleeping quietly. Different kinds of famous flowers are more beautiful than peaches and plums. The flower of water lily is so quiet, elegant and fragrant. Du gongzhan of Sui Dynasty once wrote a poem “chant the concentric Lotus” to praise the Water Lily: The Lotus is burning, and the pavilion is flowing out of the water. One stem alone leads to green, and the two shadows share dividends. The color of the song and the face, the fragrance of the dance clothes. The famous Lotus can be read by itself, and the situation is the same. There is no doubt that lotus flowers are beautiful. Lotus comes from clear water and is carved naturally. Lotus is also the beloved of Buddhism. Buddhism pays attention to indifferent fame and wealth, self-cultivation, so that Lotus becomes the base of Avalokitesvara. It is said that Lotus was originally a fairy beside the Queen Mother. Seeing the prosperity and beauty of the world, she moved her heart to the West Lake and was attracted by the beautiful scenery of the West Lake. She did not return to the fairyland until the dawn. When the Queen Mother knew it, she used Liantai to drive her into the West Lake, punishing her for falling into the silt from now on and not going to the south gate. Although the Lotus fell into the silt, it came out of the silt without being dyed, and washed the Lotus without being demon. It still has noble and holy qualities. Maybe when the laymen look at lotus flowers, they are like appreciating beauties, and what they love is its simplicity; While when the monks look at lotus flowers, they have insight into the nature and appreciate the nobility. A sad song “water lily”, like murmured whispers, lingering in the heart, not going for a long time. After hearing more, you can find the charm in it, and you will feel that it is like a wisp of fragrance blowing on your face, a stream of clear streams gurgling, a circle of ripples gently blooming, this is the tenderness and elegance that the heart pool expresses out leisurely. Everything in the world is soft around the fingers, and there is no limit. Listen to the song at midnight, pillow a song “Water Lily”. I use the silk thread of music to string up the words, blend the deep feelings in my heart into the strings, and exile myself into the imaginary poetry, wandering and cruising my thoughts. I am looking for the deep feeling and affection lost in my previous life, as well as the unforgettable love, let this heavenly voice decorate my unawakened dream. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Green not Central

I can’t think of any suitable adjective for the season in front of me, which is warm, cold, bright, dark, dead and left. The outline of the Four Seasons is blurred here. Mid-Autumn of su yue radius, Chongjiu of Tao chrysanthemum and open. Are there no sentimental poets willing to claim this season? Or there were clusters of weeds with no names in the piles of rocks, rushing into the eyes suddenly. Two or three thin gray leaves were covered with loess, and the venation could not be distinguished clearly. The barren land made them unable to have more leaves, but they also generously gave them a kind of natural tenacity. Every inch and every minute went through the cold and summer without withering. Don’t regret that he doesn’t have a gorgeous coat. After seeing it for a long time, you will feel that rough leaves and old cyan Gray are the most primitive and simplest expressions of green. Maybe it is the layers of mosses multiplying in the wet corner. The moss life without roots always gives people a feeling of loneliness and hardship. Like Green Silk with uneven color dyeing, Cyan, dark green, yellow, deep and shallow, all densely woven on the furry false root like a tentacle. She leaned down and made every grain in her palm feel itchy slightly. It was probably the so-called power of nature, which was not earth-shattering but made people awe. If we say that there is a shy embroider mother from Suzhou or Huizhou hiding in this inconspicuous little corner, and there are clouds, brocade, Jade and silk, isn’t it more poetic? Maybe it is the pieces of privet leaves falling from the wind, half yellow and half verdant, two completely different life forms can meet each other, beautiful like a miniature forest, the yellow is the mother river, is the green one the Yalu River? Although it is contrary to geographical logic, it also invisibly reveals the wonder of water to life. Water can nourish all things and conserve water source. Who can understand the ingenuity and wisdom of the creator? I touched it secretly, and there was a moist and cool breath, so let her continue to keep secret. The light deciduous butterfly was not stained with fine dust and made people think endlessly when moving and quiet. When the weird old gentlemen chanted the new sentences of green and Willow in the guest house, their eyes were blurred and intoxicated. The temptation and amorous feelings of Green could be seen. Perhaps it is the green duckweed floating on the surface of the mist pond, gathering at the edge, scattering without the edge, with gentle waves, simple and quiet. Green seems to have become a posture of survival. There is no need to make public or deliberate. You can laugh at its round leaves for lacking edges and corners and innovative ideas. All things are born and harmonious. Isn’t heaven and earth a great circle? We met at the beginning and end of the circle. I don’t understand Buddhist scriptures, but I feel that it is amiable and respectable. I am willing to follow the Buddhist saying: close your hands and respect for the simple courtesy. It is just like the lotus flower. If the green color is given to Hegel, it will inevitably be dyed when you, the flower in front of you does not have the color of idealism; If this green is handed over to Gu Cheng, it may become the hazy imagination that you are close to when you look at clouds and far away when you look at me; If this green is handed over to Kawabata Yasu, maybe it became the tenderness of begonia flowers sleepless at four o’clock in the morning. However, holding the green in my hand was the right temperature, because the right time of life was the natural nature of my handwriting in my heart. I was so proud of my youth that I could squander poetry. I think, apart from the four seasons, there should be an exclusive noun dedicated to the green season in front of us. 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…

Mist veil show

Spring elimination snow 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…