Rural dream

The clouds like light gauze covered the undulating mountains. A river full of spring water flowed quietly among the green fields. An old bridge was lying on the river, making the thin spring rain wet slowly. This is the scenery of the country that I have been used to seeing for a long time. But in other places, there is always no refreshing sadness falling from the deep heart, just like a wisp of breeze lifting the clouds and smoke of the past. I know that my life is so plain and my mood is so indifferent. But we can’t forget that long-lost yearning, a kind of everlasting feeling and real thinking, and we can’t forget that red, black face and clear shy village girl; I am used to hearing the crisp laughter of several people on the side of the river carrying open-backed pants while washing clothes. Leaving the small mountain village and the river beside the village that accompanied me through my childhood, I walked in my life, my heart was calm like water, and I stepped away, my body was full of others’ staring eyes. The empty traveling bag is always filled with the confusion and vicissitudes of time, but I am like a duckweed with no stem, wandering in the boundless lake, and I do not know when this lake will drift to that lake again, although I can also taste the sweetness of morning dew and appreciate the beauty of the sunset mist, I still pray for happiness, eager to have the blue sky that belongs to my soaring, and look for the destination that belongs to my own roots, A cup of hot tea, a plate of light dishes, taste plain life. Accustomed to the life in the mountain village, I always like to walk alone on the path of the field in sunny weather and sunny morning, facing the gentle spring breeze, breathing the smell of soil, lying on the soft grass, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, I love the blue sky and white clouds, and envy their leisure and freedom from the bottom of my heart. How eager I am to grow a pair of firm wings, fly high from the deep mountains calmly, fly over the high hills, fly to the sky to accompany white clouds, overlook the green mountains and rivers of the earth, look at the deep footprints left on the mountain road, which are my footprints from one mountain village to another. They are so messy and at a loss. I also like the quiet night, making a cup of good tea, reading the yellow books slowly, thinking about the dusty past behind the books casually, looking for some old past events and dribs and drabs, or savoring the wind and breeze carefully, the rain was rustling, and the lights were shining again. I didn’t know what to do with my arms. I was bored when I woke up, bored when I was drunk, and when did my dream come to Xie Qiao and other graceful poems, in the alternation of poems and words, let the soul blend with the soul. Or sit alone in the dark night, looking at the stars in the starry sky, dreaming that you will become an eagle that directly hits the night sky, flying over thousands of mountains and valleys, and using your powerful wings to rub with the air to highlight the dark night in the sky. I saw the shining stars and the familiar and vivid face nightmares one by one. I would not miss the communication with them, telling the sincere yearning and the amorous feelings of the year. I like to communicate with the stars in this way, because it enables me to see little hope and the direction of progress in the long night. 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…

Light a cigarette

Light a cigarette, take a deep sip, close your eyes, let the smoke slowly slant out of your mouth, and give yourself time to enter the state of meditation, even if it is only a few short seconds, but it has become a tiny detail of daily life. Maybe you will say that you are a real smoker, smoking is harmful to health. And when I did this, I also considered this point, but ignored your feelings. I accepted the days with smoke and learned to think and meditate in the mist. I don’t need your forgiveness, because I also often don’t forgive myself, making life so thin and touching grass as plain as a cup of boiled water. Maybe I am a little presumptuous, letting the smoke around you disturb the normal breathing. I can only say that I am not willing either. But we live in the same world, where do you think I can go? There is a windy season all the year round. You like spring flowers bloom, I am drunk with smoke, and there is no contradiction. Just as you like the warmth of summer, I am willing to block into the green shade without sunshine; You may prefer the harvest of autumn, just like I fell in love with you like smoke; if you are afraid of the cold winter, but I forget whose past I ran into at the end of the smoke. Lighting a cigarette, my heart is like a smoke ring. Can the distance you reach become the expected circle? Pour a glass of wine, stand in front of the window and stare at the distance, silent in the trees near the mountain in the distance. This is a simple, lonely and Sincere Watch. May be moved by the series of birds falling in front of the window. Take your heart with you, take a sip of wine, recall the past, restore yourself, and let your mood stretch in the air. Lighting a cigarette is a subconscious move. Some people say that smoking is the nostalgia for weaning. I don’t want to be so clear. There are many things in the world that should have been vague or even muddled. Just like the rising smoke, there is no need to see everything through. I can see through life, but I can’t see through myself in life. Light a cigarette, don’t ask what is the real happiness? Don’t be nervous, relax, and don’t make life too difficult for yourself. Learn to treat the joys and sorrows in life with a common heart, and the clouds gather together. You don’t have to demand yourself too much, and you must know how perfect life is. Lighting a cigarette is a process of experience. If you don’t know how to enjoy the present, it will not become the realm you really want or want to achieve in the future. Let life develop naturally. Some things are originally false. There will be regrets in life. Happiness begins with lighting this cigarette. Don’t doubt yourself or believe in the future. The process of revealing troubles in life together with smoke is very simple and easy. There is a proverb spreading in the countryside: people are angry when they are free to smoke and suffer when they are drunk. Smoke can be angry, but toast to relieve sorrow is even more sad. Smoke has become an ideal expectation, and even how many ways someone has opened up with smoke. Then light a cigarette. Don’t let these unreasonable phenomena control yourself. There are nine unpleasant things in life. Don’t be confused by the plight of life. Learn to release and enrich when there is smoke. If you don’t know how to smoke, then don’t force it, don’t try it. Life is full of different wonderful and different choices. Why should you let your own space get involved in others in a mess? If you are addicted to it, then light a cigarette, leave such time to yourself, no longer disguise, and the burning may be the soul. 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…