Half leisure and half fickle

The long waiting finally waited for an expected result. The waiting days are really half leisurely and half impetuous, as if rushing forward surrounded by spray. When surrounded by spray, the weather is still hot and the sky is still full of floating clouds, burning the impetuous Earth and flowing soul. It seems that they are still sleeping soundly. The picture in the dream of sleeping soundly is sometimes blurred and sometimes clear, which shows a certain cross section of life. The ringing of the Bell immediately stopped the smooth play of the picture. The strange and familiar voice conveys the good news that should be expected, just because of the legend, but not proved by formal channels. The excitement could not be concealed in the dialogue, and the latest developments of familiar people were inquired. The time after the notice became brighter and brighter, and the moment of reunion had really changed roles. The first meeting identified fate, and the reunion made the common direction clear. The leap of identity from the guest to the host confirms a story about sincerity and touching, and may continue to write a new legend about the story. The atmosphere of the first family photo gathering was warm. Men and women gathered together to greet each other, express joy, whisper and share happiness. The leaders spoke one after another, and the field was quiet immediately. The Voice was permeated over the slightly crowded conference room; Sometimes there were Tut sounds under the field, and they would encounter strange eyes immediately. In the meeting hall, the leader’s voice was loud and passionate, which lit the ordinary hearts of the participants and activated the calm hearts of the participants. The passionate words, the applause of fit, the sight of expectation, the free steps and so on all turned into the miraculous wind, gorgeous flowers and standing trees in a small yard. The following days became dull. One side of the cramped courtyard, several crowded houses and several groups of busy people were dwelling in an unusual rhythm, running, ploughing, working and satisfying. When we met, we exchanged politeness, and when we talked, we conveyed sincerity, ordinary and simple. The playground is full of youthful life, bouncing basketball and flying badminton, interpreting the vigorous vitality and boiling momentum; in this way, the unruly personality and restless body of people over half a hundred years old are infected all the time. The little courtyard provides a stage for badminton lovers to show their skills, and the little stage is full of the charm and elegant demeanour of trainers. More often, it is carried out in an orderly process. The leaders do everything themselves, the organic scheduling of departments, the mutual cooperation of colleagues and so on are all inseparable from the fast-paced and efficient operation. The complicated details seem to be magnified, the paper scraps falling from corners will always be paid attention to, and the fragmentary trivial matters must be implemented. Appraisal and exposure complement each other, and criticism and reward go hand in hand. Competition is like the undercurrent surging unknowingly from time to time, and individual enthusiasm can be publicized and released in the special atmosphere. The most eye-catching at lunch. Just like a date that is afraid of falling down, we are chewing the affordable and delicious delicious food while listening to the relaxed and fresh topics, and the time goes quietly with ease and comfort, we also look forward to a new round of meetings and sharing. Everything seems like a dream, and reality can turn pages at any time. September, unusual September! From the mid-autumn festival to the National Day, in a short period of time, the blue sky suddenly became dim, the bright moon night no longer poured silver light, the wide road seemed to be getting narrower and narrower, and the clear steps went forward with a sense of hesitation. Indeed, everything is about to pass, everything will pass! The sudden changes came quietly, which made it hard to resist and seemed to be hard to fight back. I had no choice but to pray to God to bless the home and peace in the future. Although many of the above words are memories, it is inevitable that they are tacitly taciturized and have no time to change their mind. If there is any inappropriate invitation, Haihan will correct it. (2011.10.03) Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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Light rain, light sorrow

The scorching sun in the past few days, after the washing of such a misty rain, swept away the dust accumulated for a long time, took away the hot summer, and brought a little cool to the world, which seemed to be somewhat refreshing. The leaves and grass on the roadside looked more green after the rain, just like getting a new life. They couldn’t wait to announce his tenacity to the world! The beautiful flowers lost their elegant demeanour at that time, and the petals were scattered all over the ground. Those listless flowers left on the branches seemed to carry some sadness when they were scattered into mud and ground into dust. The wind is blowing, the rain is falling, where is my heart? The cold wind blew in and fell all over the body. I couldn’t help trembling. It seems to take away the complicated world in rainy days, and everything seems so quiet! Quiet, I could only hear the sound of patter raindrops hitting the window. The crisp birdsong is more loud and cheerful at this moment. It seems that they are also cheering and expecting for the rain and the coming of the wind. Maybe they have had enough of that hot weather! The silence of rainy days seems to be the easiest to take people away on the road of memory. The ethereal thoughts gallop wildly like the wind. In those years, at that scene, at that moment, there were also those people who seemed to be echoing those lovely voices again, and their figures were shaking in front of them. False but so real, when he reached out to catch it, it was like a cloud of smoke, vanishing without a trace, without giving people any time and opportunity to remember. Everything was restored to the previous tranquility, which was a little horrible. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind was getting stronger and stronger. It could be said that mountains and rains were coming and the wind was full of wind. A flash of lightning flashed across the building, illuminating half, pull back the galloping thoughts. Lamenting, missing; Sighing, peach blossom, sun and moon shuttling back and forth. Read, those who can read. As time goes by, it may become empty. It’s hard to look back with tears! Leave a lament in the sky, and wish the rain flow on the Earth. The cold wind blows up, standing in the drizzle, letting the wind blow away the sadness, and the rain wipes out the vicissitudes of the whole body. Stay half sober, stay half drunk, wake up hazy, wake up sober or throw away troubles, forget the dust. I don’t want to be a point in the dust, but I always waste it in the dust. The muddy road always falls down accidentally. Sometimes it doesn’t have the courage to climb up, or you can’t find the direction of the way forward. Then you remember the use of the compass. I don’t know when my compass fell, but I kept looking for it, but I didn’t find it. I can only slowly explore the confused road, but I believe it is always approaching 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…

I want to hold your hand

Time passed quickly, and the carefree little boy who liked to watch the blue sky suddenly turned into a young man who was wandering and didn’t know where to go. Something was always stirring in his heart. Dream, I want to hold your hand so that I can follow you to wander in the world. Dream, where you drift, I will turn into dandelion seeds following the wind ● Follow Your Wandering footprints. Wandering, let my own words fall on this ordinary land casually. In every article, it tells my wandering life, between every font, it is full of my heavy footsteps. Walking, looking for the rhythm of life, I become more brisk because of chasing dreams. Looking at the smoke from the distant kitchen, I don’t know where I will drift and where I will lose today, where is the dream? I kept looking for the wandering direction. I once imagined that sitting on the castle, watching the white moonlight, listening to the nightingale singing, doing what I wanted to do and living a quiet life, but this was just a fantasy, a dream, it’s just a unrealistic dream. But I have been trying hard to pursue, struggling to find the place where I can put down my dreams, the unknown Road and the spiritual sustenance. Wandering, wandering, wandering in the vast grassland, looking at the Running Antelope, looking at the mountains not far away, the beautiful scenery intoxicated me and fascinated me, I had to move out a small space to remember. After leaving here, I like to freeze the past scenery in my mind, leaving only the fragrance of talking about memories. Walking, I don’t know when the sunset in the distance will disappear from my eyes. Looking at the beautiful scenery, I stepped forward without worry. The sunset in the distance guided me forward and guided me forward. The dream in the distance did not know where to drift, I followed the wandering dream with the direction guided by the sunset and led me to the unknown Road. Wandering, walking through all the places in the world, leaving my footprints of talking, deep or shallow sadness. The beautiful past was fixed in my mind, placed in the scenery of the past, walked silently, leaving only the fixed picture. I want to hold your hand so that you can take me wandering. Wandering, wandering direction makes me lose myself, I don’t know where to go. Pursue, pursue the unrealistic dream I had made. The wind lifted my hope, took away my thoughts and kept me pursuing. I would like to put my dream in the most hidden space of my heart, put it in the beautiful upper water, and wander in the world with my bag on my back. 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…