Heart of tidal surges

The monologue in the heart is all in the pen, and it appears on the paper. At this moment, my disconsolate mood was relieved. At this time, I had a lot of thoughts, as if I had returned to that happy and carefree childhood. Thinking of your kindly smile, I came up with the cropped braid that you made carefully for me and passed through the clothes that you scrubbed with your hands. You always say earnestly: women should read more books. Later, you left. The way to go is still the way to come, empty, except for body and soul. However, you have left us your last wishes, your experience, your model as a human being, and our family, which are filled with my already crowded living space. You look forward to our family and care for it. Even if there are thousands of lashes on you, your blood will flow, and you will also defend this family. I understand that in your beautiful heart garden, there stands the temple, which worships nobility, dignity, kindness, ideals and pursuits, as well as our home, which is inviolable. You always say that where there is love, there is home. Now I am at home everywhere, because there is love in my heart. The little girl in the past is now a mother, and the load on her back is getting heavier and heavier. Over the past few years, my beloved relatives have left, my family has moved, my motherland has been reforming and opening up, and Hong Kong has returned to China ,, and I have experienced many things. I have faced them calmly. Only one day, when he was forced to go south to rush for gold with the University notice, he burst into tears. Because, I want to read more books. I am not a scholar, but a scholar. The quiet appearance, stubborn personality, and kind heart performed a vigorous love. A casual emotion was finally put to sleep by a strong sense of enterprise, leaving a trace of regret to life. I still don’t understand whether I fell in love when I shouldn’t fall in love or when I shouldn’t read. I only know that my life has returned to the starting point from the starting point, it’s still a mess. I didn’t know how strong and kind you were at the beginning. In order to have a happy family, my inner tears also wiped quietly. You have paid a lifetime price for your marriage, and your personality has been sublimated since then. Your sacrifice explains your own greatness. My pen runs on the paper with my thoughts, and my heart essay is jumping. I often think that if you were my client, your life might not be so unfortunate, because I can help you, fight for your rights and obligations, and defend your dignity. If you and my patients, I wouldn’t let you leave so early. However, everything can only be if,,,,,. When you were dying, I will never forget the unjust eyes. I can see your helplessness and reluctance. You help the poor, and you point out the lost because of your noble moral character. Buddha Sakyamuni said that the body form is not important, and the environment is created by the heart. One thought can be a flower, a world and a dust. We are all lucky to see that flower and dust. But you left, went far away, in that beautiful paradise. On the night of langxingmi this month, I threw a pen to burn more dirty notes for grandma. Then, let me cover my deep yearning for you on this small piece of paper. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

If water night wei wu drunk

The drizzle scattered all day like gossips still made me feel the coolness in summer. Or it is related to mood, I always feel that this summer is cool and cozy. For people living in cities, there is only the difference between cold and hot. The sky is always the same sky, and the buildings will never change the gray piled up by steel and cement, the road will never change is the endless road. Seasons seem to have nothing to do with cities. The bright seasons and colorful colors just belong to the wilderness outside the city. The noisy city finally quieted down. Instead, it was the deep sky inlaid with bright stars. A bright moon held the stars and moved slowly in the night sky. Occasionally, there were several clouds as thin as cicada wings, like smoke and fog, trying to secretly veil the moon, but soon they were torn apart by the moonlight, and the stars scattered in the sky. I am used to strolling on the winding path paved with cobblestones by myself at such a night, with the charming moon hanging upside down in the sparkling river; the swaying willow branches stirred the water surface from time to time under the instigation of the soft breeze, and the tiny ripples turned out from Circle to circle; The flickering light of ships berthed on the water nearby could be seen faintly, there were also fishing songs which were not very rhyming with the smell of the river floating in the wind; The low whispers of insects came from the grass intermittently. A moment of warmth came into my heart, and I knew it was the softness of white clouds shaking off, which covered the noise of the city and the quietness of the night, slowly gently gently gently moistens the wet heart …… life will always meet a person who has nothing to do with oneself at a certain moment without warning. Therefore, there are beautiful words such as meeting, getting to know each other, knowing each other, loving each other, wishing each other, depending on each other. This person may become your friend, bosom friend or confidante, bosom friend, etc. No matter what kind of relationship, since we met, it was fate. Therefore, Zhang Ailing met the people she met among thousands of people. In thousands of years, in the boundless wilderness of time, there was neither one step earlier nor one step later. It happened to catch up. There was nothing else to say but a gentle question: Oh, are you here too? The touching verses of swinging people’s feelings. Under the soft moonlight, I can talk with such a bosom friend with my heart before and under the moon, or even without saying a word. I only need a look, a movement, and even a silent branch language, and they will understand each other. When you get carried away, sometimes you can also be full of poetry, sing a song of breeze and bright moon, and you can never use it. The mountains and rivers are like each other and then you can smile with each other. What kind of artistic conception is this situation. Drunk, drunk, drunk Moon, drunk wind, Drunk Heart …… I always like quiet me, always like to dream in such a night, such a moment, with the breeze and bright moon, A light smile hung on my face. I like this night, the river is transparent and clear, the waves are calm, and the artistic conception is high; I like the taste of the soil, which is natural, simple and real; I like the tall and magnificent shore of the tree, which is gloomy and colorful; I like the faint fragrance of the flowers and plants, refreshing my heart and refreshing my spleen, with various postures; I like the soft and warm night wind, touching my cheek lightly and lifting my hair gently; I like the tender and hazy moonlight, I just want to put this hazy dream into my sleep, and then make it into a kite by Dream, twist my thoughts as a thread, and fly in the sky of tomorrow…. 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…