Pregnant with old love knot

I don’t know whether it is because the world is changing so fast, or it is because of the unforgettable possession. When the wave of time comes silently, I can see the glittering fragments of missing scattered on the beach of memory. I know, have a unspoken feeling called nostalgia. I don’t know when to start, the wind of nostalgia swept every corner of my heart. On the journey of looking back, the mood which was hard to be relieved was colorful and chaotic. Singing or dancing, laughing or crying, the scenery of the past is still in front of us, and the stories of the past are still continuing in our mind. When the popular nostalgic wind blows through our intoxicated faces and the wilderness of our hearts, there are warmth and nostalgia, as well as a hint of melancholy, loss and sadness. Some people are just lost in the nostalgic mood. The retention and obsession for too long are like invisible chains, which bind the eyes of exploration and the steps of moving forward. I was once trapped in the mire of nostalgia and couldn’t help myself. Facing the high-rise buildings in the city, I miss the simple and primitive folk houses in the countryside; Facing the heavy traffic in the city, I miss the oxcart driving slowly on the road in the countryside; Facing the long hair of the city’s modern lady’s waterfall-like Tippet, I miss the cocked braid with red hair rope on the head of the country girl; Facing the delicious food on the table, I miss the green bitter herbs wrapped around the belly in the country in difficult times; facing the decent and convenient disposable napkin, I miss the warm and elegant handkerchief; Facing the modern recording machine with complete functions and beautiful appearance, I miss the old and clumsy record machine; in the face of fashion styles emerging one after another; I miss the coarse clothes I wore when I was a teenager; In the face of beautiful, beautiful and arrogant leather shoes, I miss the old-fashioned cloth shoes made by my mother myself. I lost myself in the journey of nostalgia, as if the scenery in the past were all good scenery, but I turned a blind eye to or looked at the new wave of new life that came across me coldly. I don’t know that the power of nostalgia is so great that I seem to be unable to refuse. The whole soul is swallowed up by the emotion of nostalgia. No matter the world goes round or the past never comes back, my intoxication, my sorrow and my loss all make me like a bird in a cage, and my heart can fly, but my wings were tied with stones. I couldn’t get close to sunshine, white clouds, forests and mountains. I must complete a solemn and sacred spiritual breakthrough. When the sun reached the top of the head, I walked into the new and strange scenery happily. Everyone has the habit of nostalgia and freedom. After all, nostalgia and longing are rainbows that cannot be erased in our hearts. But nostalgia can’t last long. We can look back affectionately, but we can’t stand still; We can remember the old scenery in the past, but we can’t refuse the intimacy of the new scenery. In a sense, nostalgia is the expression of the old heart. Nostalgia is more like a virus on the computer, which can devour our dreams and passions at any time. On the past journey, I will still be nostalgic, but my eyes will no longer hesitate, and my steps will no longer be messy; I will suddenly look back, but I will not be in the same place, if you stop a little, you will have to travel lightly. (The full text is about 930 words) Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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…