Autumn night emotion

Sleepless Tonight, bury yourself in the whispers and disappearance of time. I couldn’t help jumping out of my consciousness and murmured in my ear. The fear and sorrow caused by it were like the helplessness when yellow leaves fell from the branches. I couldn’t help leaving without hesitation, leaving is the inevitable destination. Is such a departure the invitation of the wind or the tree’s failure to retain? I can’t remember how many nights like this wander between waking up and sleeping. Thinking stagnant, lazy even want to stop breathing, just interpret yourself, you, you in the retention. Stop thinking about me, leave some time for me to grow old! I haven’t heard a song for a long time. Even if I hear it in my ears, those melodies seem to have lost their vitality. They are just simply shallow and sad, inexplicably sad and involve the most sensitive nerves, inexplicable sadness annihilates little joy! Like a moth with no clue, he rushed to wherever there was light, and threw himself into the hot light again and again, making it tinkling, as if it was not his own pain. When you are in a good mood, this space and that space can’t read the thoughts in other people’s words, but simply follow those words or happiness or worry. It seems that everything has nothing to do with yourself. It seems that, my heart is out of the world of mortals. However, is the heart really outside the world of mortals? If you can really be out of the world of mortals, why will you be sleepless, lazy and stagnant? I think of the conversation with my friends: I want to become a monk! I had no choice but to knock out these words with a bitter smile on the corners of my mouth, which touched the most vulnerable and gentle part of my heart. My eyes were foggy, but I pretended to be strong! At that end, there was a terrible silence. For a long time, friends typed a few words: I think so too! In a flash, the disguised smile at the corners of the mouth disappeared. Tears surged out. Pain came over endlessly, like the surging waves, one after another, flooding all the sense and reserve. Crying, sobbing, only I understand the salty degree of tears! The moon was as bright as water outside the window, the autumn insects murmured, and the midnight was deeper. Even the floating dust slept peacefully in silence, but my heart was clear and clear. I borrowed a glass of wine and went to sleep! I have said that I want to borrow your shoulder, crying so red that my soul will disappear, the autumn wind is silent, the sky is dark, the dark clouds are pressing the city, and the vegetation is withered! It is the kind of wailing, not sad, not wronged, not sad, just crying because you want to cry! In these days, seeing others’ parting, sadness and joy too much, I was also infected and wanted to get drunk. Feel the attachment of others’ parting, but you can take it lightly, and summarize the classic philosophy in those hugs and instructions: Parting is for the gathering in the future! Seems Su Dongpo “Prelude” in long life, miles of the Moon free and easy also but Ear ear! I am a heartless person? How can we treat others’ sadness as a waste of smell? Is it true that even the heart is lost? This is a crime that cannot be forgiven. Although it is not intentional, this attitude is always harmful to the parties! However, who didn’t treat me like this? I had to complain about who was right and who was wrong for me. After all, I couldn’t find the end of responsibility! Let’s be indifferent like this. Only for yourself, friends, or extremely warm sincerity and blessings, for me, is the place where warmth comes! I don’t compare hardship and hardship with others. I always care for extra hardship when I live in life. Xu, it is the God who will give me a great responsibility. In recent years, there have always been more or less unsatisfactory tests of my will. I am a person who is not strong enough, he always looks for such a confused time, looking for a corner where he can put himself, curling up his body, closing his heart tightly, rejecting the light, and setting his self-esteem and hope in the darkness, slowly wake up the sleeping will, grope for the unexpected embrace, rest in your touch and low call, like a frightened child, dragging the corner of the clothes tightly, hiding behind the adult, only a pair of terrified eyes are exposed. Try to find the source of panic, put your hands in another stable palm, and deliver trust and support! For me, is it luxury? I shouldn’t complain. No matter how tired my heart is, the days will continue. Your cherish is the good medicine I am the wound. Pack mood. After sorting out the past, both gains and losses are abandoned. Tell yourself: Now everything is zero, and now we are going to start from the beginning! There are always beautiful scenery that belongs to me! Open the window that God has been reluctant to open for me. The hot maple leaves are swaying outside the drooping curtains. The gorgeous red is the brilliance after finishing a life precipitation, it is also the breeding ground of the next life! On the night of early autumn, it was still very hot and dry, wandering in front of the computer, drinking lightly in the words, singing softly in the tea fragrance, lingering in the thoughts, waking up from the pain, chewing the taste of life, and still eating balsam pear, though bitter and fragrant, I will fall in love with this kind of bitterness! Who said: you can’t change yourself if you can’t change the environment. I won’t change. Sadness flows backwards into rivers, indifference or enthusiasm, dancing in my own world, without complaining about the past of life, without regretting the coming and going of life, still make the mufurong smiling against the frost as always! 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