Night, I fell in love with it

The night came quietly. On a night like spring, the night was hazy, the moonlight was soft, and the sky decorated with stars was shining with a little afterglow. The night in the city is not quiet, and it is still noisy. For the city night people who like the night owl life, it is a good time. Night, coming, I am not afraid of the night, in fact, only night, no black. The light was transparent, the community was boisterous and boiling, the dim street lamp lowered his head and stared at this wonderful and romantic world with his eyes wide open until early morning, when the sun yawned and my heart peaked out, I put away my tired eyes and fell asleep! Although the night came, the whole world was not silent because of the coming of the night. I stayed at home quietly, watching men and women immersed themselves in their own entertainment world and never bored with it, the big man was delighted in talking about the game, forgetting his wife who was stunned in the sofa in the living room. The little man followed the computer to learn English, ABC followed the rainbow cat and blue rabbit to learn dancing, watching the joyful fight to win the Big Wolf, clapping hands and dancing, pushing the poor mother out of the room, dominating the team! The night finally calmed down, but my heart was hard to calm down. I thought the world was sleeping, and my heart was calm, but I didn’t know that it was when the night really came, the heart was released, and the most primitive Real Night was released. When it was deep, men, big or small, had snored evenly. I got out of their arms and quietly came to the computer alone. I was very sad to find that I didn’t belong to myself. I belonged to work during the day, and the endless busyness swept me ruthlessly; At night, I belonged to my family, and men, big and small, were dominant, I couldn’t bear the gap of needle piercing; I looked through the books turned yellow by me silently, but I couldn’t read a single word. The night was quiet, and there was still Silver outside the window. The Moonlight was soft and quiet with me. Wearing headphones, I still chose songs from the 70s. I was not from that era, but I love old songs. Only these songs can arouse my resonance and stabilize my heart! At night, it was finally quiet. Although there were occasional whistles of cars and occasionally tiny footsteps of pedestrians, I could not hear any noise. Because my habit of listening to music is to turn my voice to the maximum, lingering in my ears repeatedly, driving away all tiredness and tension! At night, I fell in love inexplicably. At this time, I didn’t imprison my mind because of my busy work or distort my fantasy because of my tense life. At this time, I am free and relaxed. I can release my mind and capture my mood and words! Night brings me into my memory, thinking of the surging shadow in my life, is it still deep in my heart? The tall boy who followed me in middle school; The boy who wrote a love letter for the first time; The boy who gave me a black alarm clock on his birthday; The flower season at the age of 18, the man I have a bitter crush on may be at a certain age who likes nostalgia. He likes to remember himself who was once young and the unrestrained youth. These traces linger in his mind, little by little hovering in my mind, inadvertently, with the mood pouring out! It is always beautiful to have memories and good to have records. Several years later, when I faced these diaries which recorded my life again, looking at these memories of youth, budding emotions and ignorant impulses, whether I will tears? Night releases my emotions and comforts my restless heart. I am used to presenting my happy and positive side to everyone every day. I am used to writing diaries at night, leaving fragments for my own life. I share happiness with others. Sadness is stored in my deep heart. Write it in the diary, let them be relieved in the words, let them be softened by the words, and finally turn into ashes and vanish! Night became the object of my talk. I poured out all the troubles and frustrations in my life and work, and poured my head into the night. The real thoughts and thoughts in one’s heart cannot be understood and experienced by others. Everyone is busy and tired in life. Who has time and energy to listen to your nagging? To listen to your bitter water? I would rather hide them in the diary and hide them in the words! I would rather bury them deep in the dark night! At night, I was crazy about it. I was free and free. My heart was flying without restraint, worry, struggle, complexity, helplessness and frustration. Only music, only words, only peace of mind! Happiness, sadness, happiness and loneliness are the only thing that can really penetrate the heart; Only you can know whether it is good, bad, happy or hurt; You have to experience a lot of things every day, happy, unhappy, all settle down in my heart. You live your life by yourself, your emotions are controlled by yourself, and your emotions are controlled by yourself! If you want to laugh, choose to be happy; If you want to cry, choose to be sad. Laughing and crying are all in your mind! I want to laugh today, so I choose to be happy! I want to laugh every day. I wonder if I can choose happiness every day? In such a realistic society, I hope that I can keep my purity and kindness as always, still as innocent as azaleas! Night, I fell in love with it Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Rotating Reveries

When we were young, we liked to play face-to-face spinning games. Sometimes, many people pull together into a circle and turn around! Look at the sky above the head spinning, houses spinning, surrounding trees spinning, then, all as a whole, can not distinguish the sky, houses, trees, all become colorful whirlpool. We closed our eyes and laughed. It was really impossible. We lay on the ground upside down, still laughing out of breath. Sometimes, it was two people holding hands, looking at the face opposite with laughter and closed eyes. See the Sky disappear, see the trees and houses disappear in the blur….. Every time I rotate like this, I will feel dizzy violently, and it will take a long time to recover. However, even so, I still love this kind of game, just because of the hands we held tightly at that time, the warmth passed by those palms, the perfect arc drawn for each other, love the laughing face opposite. Later, I listened to a song called “spinning Wood. The melody is simple and quiet, with light sadness. Faye Wong’s voice is pure and transparent. Piercing the eardrum and nerve, playing repeatedly in the computer, listening tirelessly. Over and over again, I imagined that I was sitting on the log, wearing a white gauze skirt, surrounded by colorful lights. I was still a wayward girl who could pout my mouth. Maybe, there will be someone who loves me standing beside him, watching me make faces to him, watching the wind blowing my hair, watching my black eyes flashing to him, watching me spinning quietly in the neon……. He just looked at me with a smile. His eyes were full of deep love, melting the stubborn me very light and light, from nothing to flying…… A little sweet, a little sad. Therefore, I am no longer young. Among my children, on the colorful Trojan horse, I close my eyes and rotate quietly. It is not a violent arc in my childhood, but another kind of slight satisfaction. Later, I ordered this song in the KTV box. The gray and white scenes were constantly changing, among which a thin man appeared, with a pale face and a tranquil smile, which made people feel distressed. Because I know the story behind this song. The man in the picture is the lyricist of this song, suffering from terminal illness. Soon after the MTV of “spinning Wood” was finished, he passed away. In January of 2004, this talented author left the world at the age of 24. Who knows that such a hurried life is hidden behind this moving song? I can’t help thinking of a fairy tale I read in my childhood, which is also about Trojan horses. The unfortunate protagonist only got a Trojan horse when sharing his legacy with his greedy brother. However, the Trojan Horse was magical. It flew up, took its kind owner to the Princess’s castle, and got the Princess’s love. They got married and lived a happy life since then. Therefore, I began to want a heart made of clear water, clear and clear, without restlessness and greed. In this way, I will have a flying Trojan horse. It will lead me to soar in every fairy tale world and satisfy all my fantasies. Although my childhood wish would not come true, I finally heard a song about Trojan horse, sat on a colorful Trojan horse and felt the quiet flying. The rotation in childhood is already far away. But I can still hear the laughter vaguely. Now, who else would like to accompany you to play this childhood game, tighten your hands and rotate a perfect circle together? The world is full of prosperity. Who will tighten your hands? Just for your laughter and rotation! 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…

Happiness

Trying hard to see the front, misty eyes, there was a hint of sunshine, was it after rain? Rainbow, stretch out your right hand, hold and unfold —- my happiness is passing by in the sky, why is the more happiness you hold tightly, the more suffocating you come, like water, the closer you get to your palm, the faster you disappear The dark blue sky seems to lack a corner forever, just like, the heart is always leaning to one side, because, do you also want to transmit sunshine to keep happiness? I hope there will be a lamp in my heart, which will always light up. In the darkest place, I hope to bring a big smiling face to find the direction of happiness. But after the wind and rain, it will always fade out, and the last ray of light, holding the wet lime, smelling the sunshine 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…

On a summer afternoon

After a summer rain, the sun was shining again. I sat leisurely in a melon stall under the shade of the tree. I was doing business, and there were fresh sweet watermelons beside me, at this time, they were my treasures. Beside the root of the tree, there were a group of naughty children playing. I sighed: poetry and life are so harmonious. With simplicity, I enjoyed the bright sunshine in the afternoon and the rolling cicadas made me lazy, which was quite a bit of Mr. Tao’s pastoral pleasure. Sometimes people who pass by thirsty will also buy melons to quench their thirst. If chatting with someone among them, it may give me some insight. Fortunately, I found this unique summer afternoon, I stretched out my waist and shook the fan at my feet again. For a quiet moment, I waved away the complaint of flies. It was so pleasant that even the wind lost the bleak and coldness of autumn and winter. What is better than this? In this summer afternoon. 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…

On the train found

In the past, I was always afraid that I would take a train to my husband’s house during the Spring Festival transportation. It would take a long queue to buy a train ticket. When I arrived at the railway station, I saw many cars rushing in, including tricycle, motorcycle and taxi, all drivers get off the bus and greet you, letting you take their car, looking at the chaos, but they can also live in peace. When we arrived at the waiting room, someone fell down on the bench, someone sat on the floor and ate, someone took out a towel to wash his face and wipe his body, and someone took out a puppy from the woven bag and entered the overcrowded carriage, at first glance, I saw many men and women dressed in plain clothes, and they looked tired. When the car was driven, you would find some peddlers selling milk tea, girls selling box lunch and newspapers constantly soliciting business in the car. Outside the window, exquisite and tall buildings passed. On the field, farmers were working hard, cattle were walking unhurriedly, a group of ducks were playing and laughing in the water, and women in bright dresses were strolling in the field with graceful posture, after a while, she disappeared in the plants in the field. A girl sitting next to me made a speech with the man sitting by the window next to her, like a tactful tongue to adjust the seat, finally, the passenger was persuaded to change the seat. The Cowherd and the Weaving Maid no longer looked across the river, and the sticky eyes became more sticky because of the closer space. Just like Xu Zhimo’s prose, it is too thick to melt. Because of age and too thick emotion, people have to guess their relationship in a low voice: the relationship between classmates? Or an elopement lover? Or something? I sat in my own position and continued to observe the passengers. Some were eating fried chicken legs in their hands, some were holding drinks that had not been sucked up, and some were eating instant noodles with only sitting passengers, all of whom looked at ease: some hold newspapers of unknown year and month, reading them with relish; Some sit there, like a Bodhisattva closing his eyes and recuperating; Others wear headphones on their ears, it is estimated that it is unknown what wonderful music programs you are enjoying or what foreign languages you are learning. Who knows? Someone turned on the computer and was playing a game. There was also a passenger. She was already very tired, but she had to move her tired and sore feet to find a spare seat. She looked over from rows of chairs, but she was disappointed because each chair was full. She began to be discouraged, feeling exhausted and resigned to fate. I imagined on the train. Most of the reason why I was obsessed with the train was that I hadn’t taken the train until I was 20 years old. Therefore, when I was a child and a teenager, I went to my classmate’s house to play. Her home was near the train station. I could listen to the whistle of the train and watch the train rumbling away, which became one of the lessons I often did in my life. When I was an adult, it became common to take a train because I went to other places to study and liked traveling. However, I am still full of mystery and reverence for trains. Sometimes, when I take a wrong bus or go to a big railway station, I will get lost and panic in my heart; Sometimes, when I face strangers full of carriages, I will feel alienated; Sometimes, when I take a night train, under the dim light, sometimes, during a lonely trip, I would expect a beautiful encounter; There was a woman who was calling someone, which seemed to be a contradiction between her and a female colleague, and it was a person who was spouting the machine gun endlessly. I doubted whether the other party had already put down the phone and went to the kitchen to cook. The purpose of her high tone is to let the whole carriage people give her comments. I really don’t know about Xianglin sister-in-law… My guess is not out of thin air. That woman raised her voice even higher when she advocated her incomparably right in a high profile, tell me about which important cities I will visit and which important conferences I will attend on this important trip. I am also showing off my own people. A child several months old in my arms smiles so cute, his mother went to pick up the water and gave the child to me. I played with the child and he cooperated with me very much. I spread his hands out and closed them to teach him the smooth children’s songs, when his innocent eyes smiled at me naively for several times, I felt happy in my heart. Later when his mother came back, I praised his child as obedient and disregarded others, I can’t see my mother or cry. Looking at some flight attendants again, when facing the harsh criticism of individual passengers, girls can take the overall situation into consideration and swallow their grievances into their stomachs. The flight attendant Ning Ning said: in fact, it is nothing to think about it. It is also a sense of accomplishment for us to solve difficult problems. The conductor Lingling was very busy. Since she had difficulties, after the system of finding the conductor was implemented, those who didn’t shop, make up tickets, and those who had important care objects all came to her. She answered questions and recorded, at the same time, he explained the task quickly with the interphone until all the passengers who were looking for her left satisfie. Train small society, social big stage. As long as you pay close attention to it, taking a bus is just like reading a book named “Social appearance”. The conductor is an interesting person with excellent eloquence and humorous language. In addition, people are young and handsome. Maybe because of this selling point, they sell some small things with a three-inch tongue. Toothbrush, socks and some small ornaments all became hot goods in his mouth. People bought some goods in laughter. Some bought a wooden snake that could swim for the children who were running in the carriage, some bought some socks that were said to be knives and could not be scraped, and some bought some melon seeds and small candies, even the beauty who was not tempted bought some goods without defense under the attack of handsome sunshine with warm smile and humorous words? Unconsciously, it was late at night, and some people gradually couldn’t hold on, so they fell asleep in the most suitable sleeping position because of the situation. Some drooped their heads and drooped down. Their bodies went down and down with their heads. A little further down, they were about to fall to the ground, but suddenly they woke up and smacked their mouths, sit straight. But after a while, he continued his horse-falling style. Driven by deep sleepiness, the beauties also put down their reserve and fell asleep with their boyfriends legs. Some fell asleep on the table, so the window seat has always been a place for military strategists to contend. At dawn, the radio began to broadcast for the first time. The announcer said it would be the terminal in half an hour. Hearing this news, everyone suddenly woke up as if they were attacked by wasp. It was too late to wash your face and brush your teeth, so he was eager to unload his luggage from the shelf and put it in the most convenient place. I prepared to get off the bus as soon as I stopped. It was really anxious to return, or I had smelt the smell of home. There seemed to be steaming food, a pot of old wine and a clean and tidy bed, more mothers who lean against the window Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) 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…