The memory salvaged by years is torn apart, and the flowers bloom in the spring again, reclaiming, the bitterness of reincarnation,

Time is the core of memory, the fleeting time is the past, the passing scenery, I use tears to collect, not for sadness, just because every past is the only original creation. ——— Inscribing life is like a play, but it cannot be re-directed, and time is like a song, but it cannot be repeated. The scenery passing by is an eternal star, but the most beautiful one is just a moment. The hourglass of time sank, and the moment the meteor passed, the beautiful legend was staged. The brilliance of the stars and the brilliance of the night sky have indulged in the myth of thousands of years. The entanglement of the three generations and the reincarnation of this life passed by. Suddenly, it ran aground for a lifetime and moved for a lifetime. Set your looking back. In this life, you are the track that I cannot paint. The destined wound only flows for you. Reincarnation for thousands of years, seeking to read for a lifetime, melancholy fleeting years, not old lovesickness, your looking back at the bleak night, lingering thoughts like Tide, eating and biting memories presumptuous. Once upon a time, a drop of Amber dropped by the air, falling bit by bit, falling all over the sky. In that life, you smiled like a flower, and you were as gentle as a summer. In that life, you held my hand, kissed my eyes, and promised me three lives to comfort my love. In that life, I will swear a shallow taste, I will hide my sadness, the way of reincarnation, I will count the tears, but I can’t count your original. It turned out that the oath I believed to be true was just your temporary broken words. The past I regarded as a treasure was just a wrong Diding. Never leave this life, never give up the next life. Persistent wounds change the bitterness of reincarnation. Is it fate that directed the life or fate that betrayed the encounter? Or is my previous life practice not enough? The love around the corner is like a thousand red flying and falling, and the beauty is sad. The Meeting between you and me is wrong, and the ending is messed up. Not only deep love, but also shallow fate. The residual red and green, no trace, but the lingering fragrance lasts forever. The obsession of the third generation and the third generation can not be replaced by the holding hand of this life. Turn around and leave. At the crossroads, we go separately. You go, my tears, my hatred. I will never look back or retain. If persistence is a kind of injury, I intend to let go and return your freedom. If reincarnation is a kind of bitterness, I am still willing to have a shallow taste, just looking back at you once. No matter how deep my love was, I still left. I waited for thousands of years and finally made an airdrop. Looking back sadly, the haste you walked all the way, you presented in memory, is still the most beautiful one for me. 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…

Lying reading

I have been on holiday for a long time and spend a lot of time. Unfortunately, besides reading books, I can’t find anything else that makes me happier. I don’t want to read those professional books of laoshizi, so I don’t even look at them when I go to the library. Go straight to idle books. The so-called idle books are nothing more than literary style, such as proses, novels, collections of famous artists, poems and operas. There are too many books like this. I buried myself in the sea of books and searched for it. Anyway, I want to get what I like. Finally, I got 15 books, carried them home happily, and went to the sofa for a happy moment. I really like the moment when I read books not for fame and wealth but for joy. No purpose, no pressure, just like it. Just like you love someone, not for appearance, not for body position, just because you like it. For reading idle books, you don’t have to sit tight or think hard. You just need to let your heart wander freely between the words; Encounter flowers and flowers, encounter waves and waves, meet songs and dance together; this is a spiritual journey. I often lie on my own soul journey. In addition to eating, drinking, pulling and scattering during the day, I just lay in the sofa and read books one by one. I saw Dan Brown’s suspense from Ji Xianlin’s prose. If there is no big deal at night, lie down the same. Books are exciting; I am so happy. I, who was ignorant, did not know that such a master as Ji Xianlin once wrote such a good prose. Because his turtleneck and Sanskrit are unfathomable, just like a Mount Everest. I only dare to look up and dare not approach. This time I searched and picked it up in the library, and unexpectedly turned to his prose anthology. I picked one on the spot to read, and was captured immediately. After that, the first book I read lying at home was selected essays of Ji Xianlin. Ji Lao’s words are fresh and meaningful, and the articles are sincere. I often burst into tears when reading, and couldn’t help myself. I like that kind, kind and wise heart, and even the indignation also expresses that gentle and deep, and there is a kind of desolation beauty. I finished reading this anthology soon, but I was still not satisfied, so I borrowed Ji Xianlin’s complete prose. I continued reading while lying down. I thought I had reached the depth of my heart and was very satisfied. I also picked up a book named Qian Zhongshu and Yang Jiang’s prose, and read it lying down, but I felt unable to lie down when reading it. It is different from reading Ji Lao’s prose. Reading Ji Lao’s books, your heart seems to rise and fall along with those words, and you can sink to a deep place all the time. You are very relaxed and intoxicated, and you forget yourself completely. But Qian Zhongshu’s words are too witty. You see that he seems to be talking and laughing casually, but you are unconsciously bypassed and confused, so you don’t know what to say, only when you saw Mr. Qian smiling cunningly at the end of the article, did you realize that it was like this. So look at such words, you really need to think. So it is a little inappropriate to lie in this idle posture. When I was young, it seemed that I was not very patient to read proses, and I preferred to read novels with plots. After all, prose is the author’s own emotion and experience. People who are young often lack the perception of life, so they are not able to understand others’ feelings, let alone resonance. Now I am older and have some experience, so I like prose more and more. When I was young, I often sat in the posture of reading, which was impatient, quick-witted and full of dates; Just like eating, how many young people would chew slowly? Now I am no longer so urgent or greedy to study. My heart is long, and I taste them one by one slowly and carefully. I know the beauty there, and I just linger there; I know there is smell, and I just smell the fragrance and read the text there. Just like a tour that is not a group tour, you can arrange your own trip, tasting beautiful scenery and delicious food as you wish. Therefore, reading while lying is a good posture, which is the enjoyment of a broad heart and a smooth body. Reading while lying makes me have no time or space to accommodate my sadness. If the book can heal my wounds, let me keep reading it. After reading it, I finally forget why I feel sad. Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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…

Life Story “two”

Today’s life is really realistic, which makes people helpless and speechless. Opening your mouth and closing your mouth is money, money and money. Regardless of what you are doing, the first problem is the white silver. However, life is also like this. You see, why are corrupt officials greedy? Robbery why robbery? Prostitution why prostitution? Why is it so revealing to wear in public? You said it was for hype! Then why is it hyped? After all, it is not for brother Kong. Speaking of this money, it is really a good thing. It is difficult for you to leave it. If nothing else, which one can leave only in daily life; Which one does not need brother Kong to take the lead? Let’s talk about the reality and romance in life. There is nothing wrong with reality. Is romance wrong? Especially love lacks romantic passion, which is the dry reality; Is this kind of life still interesting? Rigid following the rules three meals a day, work, eat and sleep again and again; Don’t think about anything in the rest. Dude, I asked weakly: Don’t you watch TV series? That’s all written by lunatics who are a little romantic and neurotic. Do you know that if they follow the rules as you do? Even if you torture him seventy-two times, he can’t write a word. How? You don’t believe? I think it should be like this. Because I am such a humble graffiti person, not to mention the great scriptwriter and director! The rich have the romance of the rich, while the poor have the romance of the poor. The romance of the rich is to offer 99,99 roses to the person he loves and take her to Hawaii for vacation. The romance of the poor is to present a red rose for the person they love and take her to the suburb to watch the sunset ending. In fact, it doesn’t matter whether you are poor or rich. What matters is whether your love for her is sincere and infatuated? If love is measured by money, what a bleak ending will it be? On the other hand, can’t love without bread last long? There is no food in the belly and frequent singing of empty city plans. Where is the beauty and warmth of love? Hey! How many people sigh: life and love are really a mess, and the entanglement and contradiction are suffocating! Love bread bread love, which is more important? Life should have been colorful, but why should I bear a heavy burden for myself? If a person has no heart to pursue utility, and no intriguing calculation and harm; How unrequited and undesired it will be! Who can achieve this state? Is you? Is I? Or him? All the people were there shouting loudly, calm and calm. However, all the people subconsciously wanted to be promoted to a higher position and gain both fame and wealth; They all wanted to live a happy life for a long time. Things go against one’s wishes. The supreme authority of time dominates all people’s lives; If you have money, you will die as well as if you have no money, and if you have no name, you will die as well! In that case, why not unload the heavy cross and live happily? Learning to love yourself is also an attitude in life! Some immature words are just words as you wish. Everyone has his own view of life, and everyone is experiencing a different fate from others. Because of this, no one has the right to judge who; No one has the right to blame who? No one is qualified to tell others what to do? Follow your own feelings, follow your own heart, happy or not? Pain or not? Only you know it. Why point fingers at others? Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…