Life to 22

Standing at the bustling crossroads, Gu looked around, but saw the devastated heart of the city. I wanted to find my own paradise, but I was lost by the messy background. In this way, I was lost in the crowd, unable to see the front or retreat. I wanted to hear the voice of my heart, but heard the sadness that hurt my heart. Once upon a time, I was also full of expectation that I could grow up quickly, make any decisions by myself without others’ orders and arrangements, and no longer ask my parents for money for the ice cream of 50 cents on the corner, you can ignore the arrangement and combination that the teacher wrote with chalk on the blackboard, and you don’t have to be afraid of those funny ghost stories in the dark night. Look at me now, but my heart is so melancholy, I wish I could solve a few more questions that I couldn’t solve at that time, and I could play coquetry with my parents for the ice cream of 50 cents as I did in my childhood, I began to doubt my life when I could still listen to my classmate’s sleepless night because of playing tricks on Ghost Stories. When life went on to 22, youth just began to sprout, just like a painting to be continued waiting to outline its appearance. When I was young, my dreams flickered with sad music, moved step by step with my body hurt by youth, and moved forward with my scabbed but bloody heart. Maybe life is an irresistible journey. During the journey, I went through thorns, desert, plain, hurt, pain, tears and sweat. The scars on my body and heart were all marks left by youth. No matter how painful it is, at least it proves that we have been young. In the past when the smoke was drunk and floating, the emotion gradually became heavy, but the surprise beside the scarlet letter on the paper roll was no longer obsessed by us. It was not until we stepped on the rules they said about keeping the dust one by one that we found that we had already come to the future to separate and struggle. After several years of rain, now we are finally wandering at the edge of the city. Will we suddenly find that our pace is back to the origin of parallel lines of memory unconsciously until the end of the world. I think this is the cost of growing up in youth. Just a few minutes before I wrote this article, I was still confused. I doubted my value and didn’t know what on earth I should do and what was suitable for me. But I suddenly understand that this is youth. In adolescence, we will be confused, lose our direction in the noisy world, and even begin to doubt the specific meaning of our coming to this strange world. It is like a caterpillar breaking its cocoon and becoming a butterfly. It takes time and pain to accumulate, and our life is also changing, but everyone and every life have different forms of transformation. So we don’t have to worry about why fate is so unfair to us, but we don’t know that someone else may be envious of your beautiful life. Life is like a dream, several times of joy, several times of sorrow. Life is a mixed wine. Youth is like fall Palm of water, whether we spread out or clenched, will eventually the fingers between 1.1 by drop of flowing have all. There are always mistakes in life, no matter what you have done, please don’t regret, because regret is a kind of spirit-consuming emotion, and regret is a greater loss than loss, A greater error than an error. I firmly believe that the memory is sweet until the end of my life. 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…

In those years, I saw you laughing and crying

This sad and bright February passed by my thin youth, through the stone bench, through the playground, through the hidden sorrow and happiness and uncertainty. Season after season, year after year, we all smiled and said that we stayed in the original place of time, but in fact we had already been swept away silently by the flood. For so many years, I am still in the crowd, walking silently and looking at the sky. And you? When my aura became no longer naive, mature and strong, your smile was already shaking. The gate of No. 3 Middle School was closed, and the guard of the gate was like an old man who stayed at the time. We all left, and he still put the stone bench invisible in our youth and the playground full of smoke and sand, the parking lot where PE classes gathered and the empty corridor were locked in the dark tunnel of life one by one. In the flood of time, I stood alone at the school gate again. Was the chandelier at the gate still the one six years ago? Has the story happened in the past six years really happened? In a trance, tears began to fall down big ones. A few days before February, there was continuous cold rain in the sky. I can’t remember whether such a long and gray winter is the same as sitting in the classroom in the middle school. At that time, our junior high school was also called Peixiu, which I remember. After we left Peixiu, Peixiu was no longer called Peixiu. Think about it, it is really fierce, like the end of an era. We are separated in the end of the drama, and we can never go back to those light years of beauty. I use us. I don’t know how many people around me can bring us, even if they miss it. Those boys and girls, I still stand now, but you will stay in the past forever. Although it is very popular to travel now and let the time come and go freely, what I like is us at that time who did not change. Many people haven’t seen each other for many years, but some people will always be engraved in their memory, even if they forget her voice, her smile and her face, but the feeling when I think of her is still the same. The past is like smoke, and those memories are copied and pasted in the brain. I still walk and watch the sky every day, and many people around me come and go, staying on my feet. In this narrow heart door, some people wanted to come in, while some had to leave. In those years, the sky was white and blue, the school uniform was also white and blue, and we were also white and blue in those years. I seldom recall junior high school. Those who appeared in the middle of the country, appeared in the second classroom on the fifth floor, appeared in the figure of 200 meters runway, and appeared in My Beautiful Life. I haven’t remembered those stories about junior high school for a long time, but occasionally in crowded dining halls and small shops, or when I sat in the playground a few years ago and held the class meeting several years later, I suddenly missed the girls and boys who waved hands with me in those years. Now I am in No. 3 Middle School, and I have another story mixed with some memories. I am not sure who is always in my life. Many people are part of my growth. Maybe, after accompanying you through this road, I will also become the road you pass. This kind of repeating the same mistakes went on and on, probably the ending of this story had already been taken care of by everyone. It’s just that we, the leading actor, live together in sorrow and joy on the screen, and the audience resonate with us in the dark with tears. Once upon a time, we were also audiences. In those years, there were too much light and touch. In our season full of graduation flavor, I saw you laughing and crying. In those years, I left and didn’t come back. Those years, the missed heavy rain, the agreement under the stars. In those years, I saw you laughing and crying. In those years, I still walked and watched the sky well without you. May you, where there is no me, let your story have the most perfect ending. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

Boring

I just want to write something suddenly! It seems that there is nothing to write in depth, but do you feel that you should write something at this time? It is also bad or not bad, but stuffy, so stuffy, not painful, nothing happened? Is it because nothing happened that I feel uncomfortable? Or is it because the sixth sense feels what will happen, a dramatic turning point? Good? Bad? It just makes people feel a little nervous, a little scared! This is not good. Apart from the disadvantages that affect other jobs and do harm to health, it is not suitable to match the warm sunny days outside. But it was so stuffy that I had to imagine myself sitting on the high wall shaking my legs back and forth and shouting: out of tune, out of tune, unreliable, unreliable. I rented the movie “Step by step” and saw half of it. I turned off the computer and went to the book City inexplicably. I was thinking that I had set the wrong tune on that string again. With absent from the first floor swinging on the 5 floor, and from the fifth floor down to the first floor, and then on the third floor, I’m afraid really lost her marbles, even if not crazy, it is estimated that it is not much worse than crazy. I thought that I couldn’t be crazy here. There were all scholars here. It was not good to disturb them. Maybe it was known that there was a pillar of the future country among them? I am those who have read books can also be regarded as scholars. If I say that I am crazy, does it mean that all scholars in the world are crazy!!! I am afraid that if I say this out, I can’t even leave a little bit of bones. Is it really going to be ruined? I think I can’t stand this sin. Continue to stroll around Seriously. There are a lot of books, which are layered, framed, and all kinds of arrangement methods. I feel a little uncomfortable, if you pile all these books on me, how many books will you bury me? Hundreds? Tens of thousands? Or tens of millions? What’s more, I couldn’t stand the weight of the book, even if the big black letters and scarlet letters were smashed into my head in the book. Even if the King of Hell and the Jade Emperor couldn’t bear to watch it! I don’t know which one will call me first? Tao is a bit tiring in the world. I wonder if it would be easier to be a small servant in front of the two princes? Later, I thought about it and mocked myself: I am an educated modern man, no matter I believe in science or believe in feudalism. Let alone whether they exist or not is an unknown number, that is, existence. As a cloth, I have always been ordinary, and I don’t have much desire to fight for it. How can I be a loser in front of the imperial court? They were reluctant to see each other, but it was not likely that I could get along well with this job. Stop, wandering too far. It is serious to find a few books to read. After a few rounds of shopping, the classification of books is not only thousands but also tens of thousands. As for how many books are, I don’t know, and it can’t be counted. So I stopped in the gallery of “what is modern famous”, which actually I am mixed design, As for the reason why I use the word “mixed”, I dare not even use it because I have not made any tricks in the design line. Since the word “mixed” is designed, I should have read books such as design. I just visited the places of that kind of books, such a large area: architecture, residence, interior, etc. There are numerous and numerous, I also took it and turned over a few books. Oh, no feeling! This also makes me very scared, I am afraid that I will stay in this business for a long time.! Maybe all parties have their own disadvantages now. Don’t force yourself to see them, so as not to get the opposite result, do more harm than gain, and regret too late. If you give up your books and go to the gallery like painting again, or can you adjust your temperament? Who could have foretold? Am I in such a bad mood today? Traditional Chinese painting, oil painting, gouache painting, watercolor painting, landscape painting, foreign painting, domestic painting, well-known painting and no-famous painting can not be seen. The more I feel it stimulates the nerves. The more I feel my head bloated, the more I feel a little headache! Alas! Ah! It is also cold to read other books leisurely, and I don’t feel much in my eyes. Then he turned back to the book gallery of “what is modern famous. It is better to find some understandings and feelings in Lu Xun, Lao She, Liang Qiushi, Xu Zhimo, Xi Murong and so on. Holding the book “Four generations together” written by Ben Lao She, there is a book “Camel Xiangzi” under it, and then “morning flowers and evening flowers”, “Scream”, “hesitation”, standing and watching it, my feet hurt and my neck was sore, then I looked at the open space and sat down. There was indeed a little sense of comfort. There were some advantages here, which made time fly away. I didn’t feel when it was now? Secondly, there is a reason to perfunctory and comfort in my heart, and at least it reduces the wasted time. Since I plunge into the pile of books, I am bound to be drawn by the plots in this book, sometimes I was indignant, sometimes I was filled with emotions and luckily held back to prevent people around me from watching jokes, and I was extremely afraid of being laughed. Suddenly, the desire to read ancient poems and words came out from the silent heart, so he gave up these books and held several books, Tang Poems, song lyrics and yuan songs. As soon as I sat down, I felt like a monkey in the book. I abandoned watermelon, broke off corn, and finally saw rabbits, so I even didn’t want corn, in the end, even the hares were not caught, which was rated as empty. Fortunately, I still like this ancient poem. My thoughts went through thousands of years ago along with the verses. The words in some important ancient verses at the bottom of the verses were studied, read carefully and interpreted! Chewing by oneself also smells a bit bad, just like ordinary people eating the duck’s neck, they become more addicted and chew their heads unconsciously. It was also a bit ashamed to say that some words might recognize me, but I didn’t recognize it, which embarrassed me. So I had to put down the book, went to the fifth floor and held a dictionary down. Speaking, things in the city are just different! The same appearance and dressing are almost one to two times more expensive than outside. Shh! This could not be said loudly. The staff would invite me out. If they saw me strolling outside the door in the future, they might send a group of guards to block me from entering the door. This will make me very sad, I don’t want it. Gossip, gossip! Find the previous seat and sit down, continue to pick up the spiritual food, leisurely! Seeing that the staff came to tell me that it was going to be closed, seeing the book under my hand, he added again: pay the bill quickly. I feel a little embarrassed, can’t afford it, can’t afford it, just a hundred? I am a genuine poor. I can’t stand much trouble. After getting out of the city gate, he fell back to this reality again. It was still neon and heavy traffic. Home! After all, people who go back and forth are tired, sleepy and hungry. In the secular world, there must be common customs. Even if I am at leisure, there are few trivial things. I think my head is too big and painful. If you don’t go through more than half of your life, you can’t judge whether a person’s future is right or wrong, whether it is worth or not. I am afraid that it can only be completely broken when I am going to leave. 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…

Mountain City rain dream

Mountain City rain dream

[Editor’s note]: The rain moistens my mind, and the slight sadness passes through the rain and fog …… the memory in my heart blossoms in the rain, and the flowing picture unfolds in the rain curtain. After reading this article, readers’ thoughts are unconsciously drawn into the rain environment described by the author, feeling the author’s feelings. This is a very beautiful prose with clear language and clear road. I recommend it to you! I lost a dream in the mountain city. In the dream, the rain pattered. — Inscription spring was squeezed into the corner when summer came back casually. When poetry was dim, I hadn’t understood spring yet, but the summer solstice had arrived. Yanji, this small mountain city opened its eyes in the day when the fleeting time returned, recalling the Dreamtalk about rain just said. Since the military training, I have always defined the rain in this mountain city as warmth. Mild, amorous. The rain is always pattering and short, and it seems to intentionally or unintentionally create a dream for me to make up for the beauty of the incomplete reality. The rain will always be intermittent many times in a day, as if her love was destined to love all the people in the world from the very beginning. When she fell in love with the place, she would fly lightly and give a shower. Every drop of rain represents a deep kiss, and every kiss is romantic into a story about this little mountain city, about the people who get wet in the rain in this little mountain city. Because I couldn’t expect heavy rain, I formed the habit of not wearing umbrellas. When the rain was pattering, I shuttled quietly in the colorful world woven by an umbrella and an umbrella. Silently looking at the back of a boy and a girl walking side by side under an umbrella, he slowed down and raised his mouth. Reach out quietly and look up at the sky from a 45-degree perspective. The sky was dim, and the rain fell on my palm intermittently. So coldness began to compete with the warmth of palm. Somehow, the long and straight love line in my palm broke in a blink of an eye, recording their memories one by one. I just don’t have my name in my memory. I like to look for strangers in the rain curtain in the same time and space as me. I like to look for lovers running with ten fingers in the rain curtain. I like to look for the person who can look back and feel full when one passes another in the rain curtain. I prefer to look for people who edit life movie pictures in the rain curtain like me. If you have the similarity of soul, then you can live up to the opportunity of being in the same mountain city. When the wind rains and lonely, it coincides with the memory of the past of youth soaked in dust. On a rainy day in my memory, I sat behind a stranger’s bicycle with a dark blue plaid umbrella in my palm. His back blocked all my sight, and his hearty laughter told me that he was very kind and warm when I felt uneasy. That is the most unique gift when I believe it inexplicably, and it is also the proof that the world needs to keep warm with each other. It was also a rainy day in my memory. A young man who was not familiar with me held up a purple umbrella for me. His delicate outline flickered under the dim light, the clearly jointed hand held the handle of the umbrella lightly, and the white shirt ran after the night wind. I clearly heard the beautiful music of raindrops hitting on the umbrella, and in the hazy touch, I imagined two shadows that would not appear. Two lonely shadows, I don’t know when to cross and disperse. At that time, I couldn’t interpret the verdant past, but now in the nearly one year of entering the university, I have understood that no matter in a certain year, a certain month, when and where, I will embrace every encounter and miss in this world in the rain curtain of youth. Because nobody said that we met just for mutual fulfillment? To fulfill a dream that I think it is beautiful but can’t write a complete ending. Rain and patter. I stretched out my hand again in the rain curtain to touch the coldness of my palm and the warmth of my heart. I know that in the rain Lane in the south of the Yangtze River, there must be a sad lilac girl lost a poet’s dream at this moment. However, when the rain came to an end, the small mountain city in the North lost my dream sadly. 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…