Rotating Reveries

When we were young, we liked to play face-to-face spinning games. Sometimes, many people pull together into a circle and turn around! Look at the sky above the head spinning, houses spinning, surrounding trees spinning, then, all as a whole, can not distinguish the sky, houses, trees, all become colorful whirlpool. We closed our eyes and laughed. It was really impossible. We lay on the ground upside down, still laughing out of breath. Sometimes, it was two people holding hands, looking at the face opposite with laughter and closed eyes. See the Sky disappear, see the trees and houses disappear in the blur….. Every time I rotate like this, I will feel dizzy violently, and it will take a long time to recover. However, even so, I still love this kind of game, just because of the hands we held tightly at that time, the warmth passed by those palms, the perfect arc drawn for each other, love the laughing face opposite. Later, I listened to a song called “spinning Wood. The melody is simple and quiet, with light sadness. Faye Wong’s voice is pure and transparent. Piercing the eardrum and nerve, playing repeatedly in the computer, listening tirelessly. Over and over again, I imagined that I was sitting on the log, wearing a white gauze skirt, surrounded by colorful lights. I was still a wayward girl who could pout my mouth. Maybe, there will be someone who loves me standing beside him, watching me make faces to him, watching the wind blowing my hair, watching my black eyes flashing to him, watching me spinning quietly in the neon……. He just looked at me with a smile. His eyes were full of deep love, melting the stubborn me very light and light, from nothing to flying…… A little sweet, a little sad. Therefore, I am no longer young. Among my children, on the colorful Trojan horse, I close my eyes and rotate quietly. It is not a violent arc in my childhood, but another kind of slight satisfaction. Later, I ordered this song in the KTV box. The gray and white scenes were constantly changing, among which a thin man appeared, with a pale face and a tranquil smile, which made people feel distressed. Because I know the story behind this song. The man in the picture is the lyricist of this song, suffering from terminal illness. Soon after the MTV of “spinning Wood” was finished, he passed away. In January of 2004, this talented author left the world at the age of 24. Who knows that such a hurried life is hidden behind this moving song? I can’t help thinking of a fairy tale I read in my childhood, which is also about Trojan horses. The unfortunate protagonist only got a Trojan horse when sharing his legacy with his greedy brother. However, the Trojan Horse was magical. It flew up, took its kind owner to the Princess’s castle, and got the Princess’s love. They got married and lived a happy life since then. Therefore, I began to want a heart made of clear water, clear and clear, without restlessness and greed. In this way, I will have a flying Trojan horse. It will lead me to soar in every fairy tale world and satisfy all my fantasies. Although my childhood wish would not come true, I finally heard a song about Trojan horse, sat on a colorful Trojan horse and felt the quiet flying. The rotation in childhood is already far away. But I can still hear the laughter vaguely. Now, who else would like to accompany you to play this childhood game, tighten your hands and rotate a perfect circle together? The world is full of prosperity. Who will tighten your hands? Just for your laughter and rotation! 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…

Evening

Walking on the tree-lined Stone Road in the community, the clouds in the West are moving. People who come back one after another are twos and threes. The green grass is very clean, and two yellow and fat dogs are chasing each other twisting their hips. It was dusk, and the sky was still on, but the street lamps had been turned on. Looking at the highest floor, I looked up and watched. A round of moon and a half were looming. It was the time when day and night were handed over, some details have exposed the characteristics of the night, such as those flowers and trees at the corner of the building, which gradually lost their bright colors. The continuous rain for many days washed the scenery figures carefully. The calmness and magnificence at this time were still peaceful and quiet. I used to take a walk before, but in recent years, some of them were not used to it, the change of environment, the automatic update of people’s behavior, adding and deleting sometimes do not ask for your advice, and occasionally some aftertaste, even cause the exploration and emotion in the bottom of my heart. Several stone round stools were waiting at the roadside. The smooth face was solid and reliable. My mind lingered in the deep place, but it was like a light kite. The soft loafers and loose round-neck T-shirts, when I raised my little flat head, the world was gradually dark and stroked my cheek. Only when we are alone can we learn to enjoy, enjoy quietness and freedom, including the thoughts and hopes that are closest to ourselves. The sky went deeper, crossed my shoulder and printed my silhouette on a wall. I didn’t move. I observed my shadow as if it was another me, just no details, only outline. People always hide themselves under the light. Thoughts and privacy in the dark are their secrets. When we face familiar and unfamiliar faces with smiles and moving words, the cordon in the inner heart has been erected. Sometimes, friends in the dark night are more honest. The figures are integrated without exaggeration and performance. The Moonlight is swaying. Behind the moon, our mind is real and credible. In the dark night, the jointing of some flowers and plants can be clearly distinguished. Unless death, there is no power to stop life. Time slips in the sand table in summer, the sunset is drunk, there is no more fickleness and publicity of yesterday, the dark red sky shows some calm appearance, maybe it must experience the conversion of day and night, more things have perfect explanations, intuitive and hidden different versions, which can provide us with selected channels. You can’t just watch one show, other programs played by rolling will also be presented successively. We have the right to choose, but we don’t have the right to decide. In the Four Seasons of Life, the stars move around. Fate is in our own hands, but fate cannot be played. Today’s buildings are getting higher and higher. In a sense, it seems to be the real heaven and earth. Looking from a low place, the towering buildings are actually the Sky Homes. When you bend your head from a high place, the lights are on for the first time, with both voice and emotion, the mortal world has also built a paradise. We can’t deny that our living environment, compared with our ancestors, has been somewhat decent. We should realize the happiness of health and safety, the most basic happiness. If we adjust our mentality well, life will be much simpler. Along the way from the dusk, the impression of time went with each other. My posture of smoking disappeared in the darker and darker atmosphere. Time is also dying out. Many windows opened their eyes as if they had just woken up. Walking silently at night, I knew that there must be many miracles happening. 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…

Meditation

Only at the moment of lifting the pen can the heart be calm. This may be an excuse for no reason. I always feel a little sad when I go back to school from home. I still love home. Although I was alone in other places a long time ago, I still couldn’t help thinking about people or things in my family. It seems that this problem can’t be changed. It’s good to take some time from trivial matters every day to make yourself Ponder, calm down and think wildly or reverie. I like the feeling that belongs to me. It is neither self-admiring, nor the kind of serene and elegant pursuit of literati. I am not a literati, but a painter who occasionally writes essays without tea like Longjing, A cup of boiled water can also wash away the world deep in the heart. At this time, I should be a nostalgic person, thinking about the group of children who were chased by others and played mud together while stealing watermelons from other people; Thinking about the young boy who looked up at the stars and kept imagining under the night sky; I also thought about the first girl who came into my heart during the ignorant period. At this time, I was even a scavenger, picking up the fragments abandoned by time carefully. The autumn night was very cold, and the kind of cold that I didn’t have any feelings, I always miss those past which are worth guarding with my whole life. But the whole life is too long, the Spring flowers bloom and fall, the swallows go and return, after a long time, have I been carved without edges and corners? When you know how stars shine, are you willing to have fairy tales in your world? Growth is sometimes a terrible word. I really don’t know which side the balance of gain and loss will be on the road of growth. Maybe eternity on the road of growth means monotony. Who is willing to keep the innocent happiness like a child forever instead of growing up? But sometimes I really don’t want to stop the hurried steps that I don’t know where to go. Why? I don’t know, and I won’t be stubborn to look for answers. Maybe I am afraid that if I stop, I will find that I have lost or missed a lot of good things, which will make me feel heartbroken. Only when I keep running can I find an excuse not to face it. But I also feel tired, confused, hesitant and even afraid, not afraid of the darkness of the night, but afraid of the darkness in my heart. So I stopped quietly and lived in a corner of my heart. Maybe only at this time does it belong to me, not someone else’s me. I use to think about why or for whom to fight, cry or laugh. I always believe that everyone has a lonely time and a world of his own, which is his own private garden. Even his beloved lover cannot kiss open the tightly closed window. It was a lost world. The infinitely small one couldn’t let others stop, and the infinitely large one let himself gallop freely. I like autumn, especially the wilderness of autumn without wind. The slightly yellowish leaves in the distance are like a key to open the heart, savoring the small world full of autumn in no one 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…