Put You in My Heart

Walking on the pavement, pedestrians and vehicles gradually increased. The coolness in the air drove away the heat of yesterday, and everything became bright and clear. Therefore, a thought fell into my arms and I must dream tonight, such a time, in the green shade and fruitful field, is pure and boundless, and full of joy. Just last night, a sparse raindrop fell down, but still wet the thin dream in my sleep, like the coolness of autumn, embellishing all the dreams, A full and long scroll of painting was spreading in front of us; The old past faded away with the fresh coolness, leaving new lines and scenery. Isn’t this season containing the joy of harvest? At this moment, a hint of coolness came across my face. It was the sprinklers walking along the road with songs, which made passers-by run away in a hurry. I stepped forward as if I was awakened. I just wanted to let my heart and refreshing coolness clean up in this not empty world. We live in such a piece of heaven and earth, and there is always such a pleasant company, which makes people feel at ease, just like a dream. Heaven and earth bestow my heart and make this filled world, I am willing to be so quiet and kind to my every day, even if it is as low as dust and intimate with the nature. I once longed to put myself devoutly in a heaven like ceiling, and let awe, holiness and eternity run through the whole journey of life, but the beauty of fleeting time may not be the fleeting time, but because of the change of the color of the season, from the initial cyan to the final pale yellow and reddish brown, it is neither any hand pen can be painted nor any pigment can be smudged. Its fierce strength is deep in the deep veins of life, between bones, inadvertently, I heard the sound of crack at first. Harsh and silent, long stagnation and long quiet curling are like waiting for a season to hear the sound of seasonal blood flowing in the pulse. When falling into the world of mortals, I saw the body wearing a mask, congested in the lane of interests, muddy. Thanks for the gift of nature, let me bathe, let the wriggling soul hear the call of the sounds of nature in an instant of awakening, not the ethereal nothingness, but a kind of boundless wisdom, A thick praise of life. In such a day, in the heart of ink painting after the rain, it seems that I have drawn my desire and traveled in the fields painted by time, I feel the warm eyes in my life, Stay in My harbor. The tender eyes deeply touched my soul, and suddenly I realized clearly; In the numerous colorful colors, I faded my own colors and leaned quietly in a horn, look at the dancing and falling of life, the change and galloping of seasons and fleeting years. However, I was still so pure-hearted and plain, standing alone in the dense mist, only looking forward to the faint glow of that night shining on my light and shadow, taking off the faint color in my life. A gust of cool breeze blows down the breath of season. This breath is the miracle of harvest and the memory of a season. Maybe I read too many words describing the season, with more feelings like this, it is really not supposed to drop light and thin words casually in the fruitful atmosphere. However, this is not a feeling that I use words to describe. It is indeed the sound that I melt into the depth of the season and bloom. Leave the whole life’s prayer and the hope of a day in such a day of different seasons, and let the heart and joy grow up with the world. This is silent and presumptuous poetry. Walking on the song and leaving without fear of wind and rain all the way in such a time, I stopped all my pale thoughts, and how beautiful and happy life and I will be! 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…