Window

After dinner, I sat in front of the window and looked out of the window when I was idle. The rain was falling down, and my eyes were pulled by the flowing rain, wandering in the storm like a ghost, looking for the story left behind blankly. The sky Street is intentional, and there is no trace of time. In the depth of the memory corridor, except for the misery of Pengsheng, it is always a barren. The ruins of my soul have long been abandoned by laughter. All the new green decorated with branches is no longer the promise of seasons, nor the answer of seasons, but countless strange eyes shining with blue light. The Sweet Tree lies wet the already dried heart. However, the wind and the sun are beautiful, and the spring scenery of birds and flowers is still dormant in the dreamy corner and late. Is there a kind of hibernation that is far away? The lead gray haze once overlapped, and the whole world turned into traps, the birds imprisoned in this hellish Sky were filled with sorrowful sobs in their always beautiful singing voices. The rebellious way was to discard the branches in their claws. The whole sky was like the face of a sad abandoned woman, and I am the bitterest tear at the corner of her eye. Is the city beside me hiding in the rain curtain, or is the rain curtain wrapping the city? The city shivered in the chilly spring. Who sighed like raindrops over this cold city, knocking my heart repeatedly? As a result, my heart was broken into a stream of cold rain and dew, which was mixed and muddy all the way. Who is the authority to interpret everything? In fact, authority has already become a yellow memory. This Heart Rain deliberately lengthened by time is far away. The little chill weaved into an endless net, and I am the struggling fish in the net, every effort is the bitter fruit of failure, alas! Let the falling scales be combined into the eulogies of love. You don’t have to read it, so let it be silent. Even if it is not vigorous, it is tragic and miserable. I stared out of the windy window, and the confused smoke scattered in my mouth slowly entered the rain curtain. Suddenly I felt that I was no longer myself, but the loneliest chimney covered with rust. The gloomy sadness flows slowly, through spring, summer, autumn and winter, and through the boundless empty heart. Who is in a hurry in the rain Lane? I thought I am covered by the walls of wind and rain in the city, but you firmly believed that only umbrellas can hold up a clear sky for you. From then on, you have the City scenery of umbrellas, then I became the rainy season in this city, and your figure gradually blurred in my tearful eyes, and became the lost love, which came to my mind clearly all the time. You are really the two sides of Devil and Angel since the flood of time cannot be cut off; Since I am doomed to find the sunny sky of rain, let love go away with the boundless, saying goodbye is just another wound, just like looking back casually at the beginning, I poured the trickle of bitter water into my mind. I understand the definition of love from you: she is a scar whip that makes me unable to get rid of the shackles of emotion; She is a scar that cannot be healed, which makes the rosy spring Haggard; she was a flood of cangliu and swallowed Green hopes one by one… tears of last night had been poured into her dream, and the lonely figure stood in front of the window. My thoughts were blurred deep in the rain curtain. When the wind came with rain and snow, your figure lingered without a trace. I looked at the ups and downs of the old road with tears in my eyes, and my heart was confused, delay difficult.. 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…

Years streamer

In the rules of this world, time is the eternal law, which erodes the quicksand of time, takes away the appearance of life and cannot stay. The universe arranged by God is like creating the illusion of everything. The planet is full of sunshine and dreams, and warm as the harbor in childhood sleep dream, but in the deep of the distant universe, darkness and silence occupy the boundless world, even places that cannot be reached in dreams. It seems like a nightmare that cannot escape. Consciousness is confined in the materialistic body. The body cannot escape from this heaven and earth. This heaven and earth cannot rush out of the boundless universe and dark night. Where are we going on Earth. In the footprints run by time, the dreams and lives we have gone through are vaguely echoed in this familiar sunshine. Maybe in the distant afternoon, who will listen to that ancient legend, the chanting Sanskrit. Lonely walking, accompanied by light and shadow, we always face the sunshine, leaving our memories in places where the light cannot shine. We perform various dance steps, moving forward along the path of Destiny, crossing to the other end of life. In the last dream, those figures under the sun are the nostalgia of life, or the imaginary projection in the hazy, maybe the warmth is always with the heart, when we wake up in the dream, there was always a hint of light leaking into the window. Dozens of years of Spring and Autumn period, countless dreams, from childhood to maturity, we gradually see autumn leaves drifting at our feet. It turns out that loneliness always exists with human nature, those codes in the deepest heart, who can recite a whisper and fly the flickering candlelight in the dark. Time cannot repeat itself in the same space-time. Ticking is the passing of life, and the moment light appears in front of us, the wheel of life cannot stop. Every moment we mature, grow old, get together and leave. The Buddha said that nine hundred people were born and died at a moment, and so were the vicissitudes. We could not resist the unknown power and dissipate in our own world with full hope. The ethereal song echoed in the towering temple corridor. Who evoke the lingering of the past and the present? The long lamp hung high on the eaves, lit up the imprint of the past, and prayed to dream the song of floating life again. The unbearable weight of life is the grace of God. Only human beings are the spiritual leader. You can laugh, think, experience all kinds of things in the world, enjoy civilization, those shallow and deep bits, for what we have, to this paradise, to decorate the desolation of the universe, our lucky world. In the shadow under the sun, there are happy music beating, the unknown future, those children’s faces that were once faint, and the years flow through here, moving forward quietly. Say goodbye to the appearance of the past, remember the brilliance of your years and mine, and walk to the deepest part of the years with dreams. 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…