Actually very strong

I am very good, I am very good, so I must be strong and keep working hard. Although I have lost my motivation and been chasing, I always take such a small step and lose my dependence. I have learned to bear it, in fact, it’s very good. I can’t find lost memories when I grow up. I die in the bottom of my heart, but occasionally there are ripples. The happiness at the corner of the street, the warmth of tears, wiping away the remnants at the corner of my eyes, the road still, although I am the only one who doesn’t want to lie to myself, I pretend to be strong, and behind the smile is the unknown sadness. Night is the best hiding. One is lonely, one is heartbroken, and one drinks tears to taste the lonely sorrow oath, lies, promises, jokes, I have always been unable to find the truth. I have always believed in all the good things. Even if the results given to me completely collapsed, I still believe, because of faith, I won’t cry any more without doubt when I leave. Maybe my tears have run out, maybe I still keep them for you. I have faced a lot alone. The life of one person is very good. There is no need to worry about or remember, there is no yearning, praying and blessing, and loving yourself for yourself. The world is not around someone. Missing is stored in the bottom of my heart, no longer hurting yourself for whom, no one is who, no one will be with whom for the whole life. The evil fate is actually a test. If you walk out, everything will be better. There is always someone waiting for you, waiting for you for the whole life. Don’t stop in pain, let the wind blow away the annoyance, tidy up the mood, don’t look back after starting and turning around, don’t worry when choosing, everyone has his own pride, don’t abandon your only dignity for that worthless emotion. I also used to be brilliant and admit defeat. Strong or weak. The sea and rocks once withered and broken will disappear. Will I be strong, loneliness will listen to me, not all lovers in the world will be together, your back, just want to remember that the farther back can not tell the distance of tears, my memories stay in the trap you designed, when will you throw me away and don’t want to retain me? There is no tenderness I want in your eyes. After separation, you pretend to be indifferent without a drop of tears. In fact, you still can’t kill every bit of tears, just learn to smile, say goodbye to displeasure, accept pleasure, I will change, try to let myself learn the happiness of a person, without your happiness, maybe my heart is really numb, without the real feeling 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. 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…

Before the window that strains Poplar

As the years went by, my emotion for the poplar in front of the window became deeper and deeper. Floating between heaven and earth, I was just like a small tree transplanted into this apricot forest, which was the time when Jiamu was beautiful and overcast. At that time, what left me a deep impression was that the poplar in front of the window, which was only as thick as a bowl, was alone in the grass on the slope, stretching its branches firmly and vigorously, the flexible leaves spread evenly on the branches, bringing people the luxuriant green and a fresh and meaningful freehand brushwork. My job was to take charge of the office, and I had to spend more time writing and drawing. At that time, the verdant green brought me endless inspiration, those cool green shades brought me peace of mind. When there was no official business, I sat alone in the room of less than ten square meters, looking at the Poplar with a kind of appreciation, like a graceful girl floating into my eyes quietly. The breeze blows, and the branches and leaves stretch gracefully, just like the shy lover made of jade swinging the jade arm of the heart and soul to me affectionately. It was in those days when my heart was shaking, I lived, worked, and was happy. This poplar almost disappeared in my view, because a playground would be built under this slope. For the convenience of bulldozer construction, this Poplar must be cut off. But like protecting my own treasure, I, who was pleasing my eyebrows, tried hard to persuade the headmaster to keep this Poplar. The stubborn headmaster called me to give me a convincing reason. I said a sad sentence with my face full of sadness: the school would hang slogans from time to time, and hanging slogans after cutting them would hurt me. The headmaster unknowingly found out that in order to make the campus bright and broad, he had chopped off dozens of willow trees with luxuriant foliage and circling twists and turns and French sycamore trees surrounded by flowers planted by predecessors, I was still moved by my sincerity and unexpectedly agreed to my request which was humble. My heavy heart couldn’t help rejoicing: firstly, the Poplar was protected, and a small but not small tree survived in the campus, because I am like living in the world accompanied by green trees very much; Secondly, it is true that the seemingly insignificant tree will bring great convenience to my work. In the following days, as long as I heard that the superior was going to check the work, I hung the end of the slogan rope on the iron hook under the corridor outside the office calmly, and then jumped onto this Poplar like a cat, tie the other end of the rope firmly to her sturdy waist. The rope was pulled flat, and the slogan which was clear appeared red and bright. For this reason, the trivial job I did almost won the praise and praise from foreign guests every time, and my affection for the Poplar who gave me silently and added some brilliance was also increasing day by day. But I also made Poplar suffer a lot for my own convenience. Every time when the school gave out the notice, I put the small blackboard with the notice under the poplar tree, because it was the only way for all the teachers and students in the school. Sometimes there are helpless children wiping off the punctuation on it, either skimming or wiping off the key words, which makes people laugh and cry. Later, the principal suggested that I hang a small blackboard on the poplar tree, and when hanging, I need to make an iron nail. To be honest, although the poplar with fresh life and dignity can’t speak, every time I knock a nail in the tree, my heart will tighten, it seems that what I beat is not the cold nail, but my painful and bleeding heart. In this way, the small blackboard I wrote unconsciously hung four whole spring and autumn periods on the poplar trees. With the development of science and technology, schools use school communication or electronic display platforms to send notices, and the black blackboard is no longer hung on the waist of the indisputable poplar. Later, my position also changed, moving from the first floor to the third floor. The balconies of newly built buildings are relatively high, and they are solid brick-concrete structure. Once I suddenly wanted to see the poplar that lived together day and night. But what surprised me was that the Poplar was silently under the blow of cold wind and rain, endured the hardship of cold summer, smiled against the test of Lightning Lightning, and grew up to the height of three floors, the magnificent shore is straight and straight, which becomes a scenery in the large campus. At this time, I also remembered that there was still a nail that I hit cruelly in her body. I pulled out the iron nail which was 5cm deep, and my heart which had been frowned and whipped seemed to be relaxed a little bit. Now that Poplar grows thicker and stronger year by year. Although the bark has changed from white and bright smooth in childhood to spotted and scald now, the thick upward branches have added the power to rush straight to the sky, layers of luxuriant green notes fly out from the long branches, and the extended arms bring us more green, sow hope here, cultivate sentiment, the ideal Qing Zi Jin of flying brought me more shade, and also brought me more inspiration and happiness of life like a drop in the ocean. Oh, the Poplar rooted deep in my soul by the window. 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…

Lost

It seems to be a little rotten, and it seems to begin to decay, what a vicissitudes of life. Counting the fleeting years at your fingertips, a reincarnation has been unknowingly for more than twenty years. Ask yourself what you have done or gained these years. This is a mystery that people can never find themselves. Such a long life, gradually sliding from March to June, can’t help sighing the rush of time. In addition to being uneasy or uneasy in the bottom of your heart, sometimes you will laugh at yourself. What on earth are you entangled with, what are you uneasy about, and you are wandering in your heart. It is like a blooming tea, with a shallow edge in the heart, longing for the opening of the heart. Touch your heart on your hand, and keep your eyes fixed to wait and see, as if you have passed away. Pick up a summer flower, convert to the world of mortals, and see flowers in the fog like dreams. Dial the happy shell, only empty dust. Remove those lonely scenes, forget those meaningful thoughts and sorrows, greet the unchangeable emptiness, and be willing to sink into its cape. It sounds so helpless that you can’t change all of these. It’s unsightly, but you hide in a quiet place and cry with words. The boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, which is linked in a thread, melancholy and moaning without illness. Nature is full of vigor and vitality. The rain in June was like dew, falling on my face, slowly immersed in my skin, light and bright. Sometimes there are ripples, just like feelings in my heart. In this way, involving yourself into the sorrow of the world, even if it is a road of no return. 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…