Those who managed to escape text

There is a secret city in everyone’s heart. This city is very large, like a beautiful unknown kingdom. We are the master of this city and the king of this kingdom. Our inner world is secretive, like the boundless sky. I don’t know how high and wide it is. It is also like the bottomless sea world, and I don’t know where there is any unpredictable mystery. The people who are deeply hidden in this city are those thoughts that are always risking. They are swaying in our bodies like magicians who want to pass through walls one by one. Sometimes we want to release them one by one according to our requirements, and sometimes we want to block them one by one in that wall. Therefore, they condensed into words one by one, playing naughty games with us from time to time. One night, I chatted with two friends till late at night. One of them couldn’t stand such a stay-up, and he was sleepy just after 12 o’clock. However, another one and I were chatting happily and constantly using various methods to attract her to join our topic. But she tilted her head at the table and was completely out of spirit, but she didn’t seem to fall asleep. Another one asked her if you want to sleep. Go to bed. She looked at us with her eyes open and said, Mao Zedong? My friend and I laughed into a stomachache. Seeing us laughing wildly, she changed to say, didn’t she? That’s Deng Xiaoping? We laughed even more. I handed her a wet towel to clean her face. Then we told her the conversation just now. Did she say with a blank face that I said this? Seeing that she didn’t look like playing with us, she had to let her go to bed. The next day, she asked again whether she said something funny yesterday, seeing that we laughed so strangely. I asked whether you slept or not, but you answered Mao Zedong, Deng Xiaoping and so on. She herself smiled straightly. She said she had heard our questions clearly at that time, but there were only those words in her mind, as if there was nothing else to answer. And from the bottom of our heart, we believe that what we want is those two answers. This statement confused us. One morning, I was still this friend and met me during morning self-study. She said what should I do? I come together today, and there is always a voice in my mind and heart. I ask what’s voice, she said doomed to destruction. I laughed: Did you recite ancient Chinese last night. She said I am teach English, not your hobby. I also said, did you do something wrong during this period of time? She said no. She stayed at school with you every day. I didn’t care, she went to class with strong spirits. She came to play with me at night. She said that voice had troubled her for a day, and she didn’t walk away until dinner. It seemed that there was a person who kept chanting in her ear. I can’t concentrate on doing things for a day, and even forget to bring books in class, which is a thing never happened. This reminds me of the movie “survival in writing. A work that the female writer is writing is the real life of the hero. He feels that there is a voice chanting what he has done and thought every day. Is there anyone writing stories about friends? This kind of thing, I heard it and passed away. Until one day, I opened my eyes in the morning and felt a bright sea of flowers in front of me. Countless bright flowers were in full bloom in the air. They kept floating and floating. They didn’t fall or fly away, just kept flying in the air. It seems that he has entered Tao Yuanming’s paradise. At the same time, there is another word that flies with those flowers. I didn’t dream at night. It is late autumn now, not the season of blooming flowers. But those flowers and words were always jumping and dancing in front of my eyes. When I got up, they came to the living room; When I washed my face and brushed my teeth, they were on the wall and floor of the bathroom; When I came to the playground, they accompanied me all the way. In every corner I reached, I was surrounded. I want to catch them, but they are erratic; I want to drive them away, they are not far from me. I can’t do anything about them. I think maybe I am too tired these days. Therefore, I sat down quietly, put down the things in my hands, put down the thoughts and thoughts in my heart, looked at them quietly and smiled at them. At this time, those flowers and the word that played with me turned around magnificently. Just a few minutes after I calmed down, I went to places I didn’t know. In the few minutes when I looked at flowers, I suddenly felt that my soul had been purified unprecedentedly. Pure heart and light body. It seems that I have returned to my innocent childhood, and I have seen the truest self in my heart. I finally know that those weird words that suddenly come out of our hearts are a reminder deep in our hearts. Remind us to save ourselves, remind us to purify ourselves, remind us to slow down, and slow down. Those words are the release of our body and soul, and they come to us through all kinds of difficulties. They are the elves who have been imprisoned by us for too long and escaped from the prison of our hearts. Although sometimes the words are not meaningful, sometimes it makes us confused, and even brings US troubles and confusion. But please believe that it is another kind of love. 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…

Pomegranate, wild strawberry, Phoenix Tree beads

It was a sunny afternoon after rain; In the woods in the suburb, the land was wet. Walking on it, the shoes on my feet were stained with thick mud; I raised my feet and looked at it, but I was filled with joy and laughter, this is a long-lost feeling, and it is real! The mud stuck on the shoes, walking in the wet woods, a kind of unspeakable comfort was connected in my heart, dispelling the long-time depression in my heart, which was only such a pleasure! For many years, I have been intoxicated and busy, listening to the truth of people, happiness and distress in the fresh and quiet forest after rain, so many of these so-called truths emerged in my mind, and then I thought of how to re-recognize these real existence? But I don’t know how to re-recognize it! However, a fact is that I am really toiled by these real labors, and I am still struggling in this labors! Raise my feet to see the thick mud on the shoes, which is real; At this time, my mood is joyful and real! Still on the way to this forest, when passing through the farm, I saw those old and young women with children in front of the farm house; perhaps the air in the countryside is leisurely and makes people feel tired unconsciously. The expressions on these women’s faces are so indifferent that they are almost sleepy. The sister said: look at them, they cook and wash their husbands and children during the day, and let the children play casually when they take the children; When the children cry, they hold them up, regardless of whether the children are dirty or not, no matter whether your body is dirty or not, it is very casual and has nothing to look good or not; Laugh when you are happy, cry when you want to cry; Have no idea, be simple and straightforward. Truth is my own personal experience. What I tell is the story. The truth cannot be demonstrated. It is just a momentary feeling. Maybe this momentary feeling will change a person’s fate! This is a real feeling that cannot be experienced by others. Whether it is a happy feeling or a painful feeling, it is worth cherishing! The path in the Woods extended, walking through a piece of Poplar Forest, which was the peach forest; At present, the color of peach forest was inferior to that of Poplar Forest, which looked lonely and silent. Walking in it made me think a lot: the beauty of all things in nature is always sometimes! There is Persimmon forest in the front, and the purpose of coming to the forest today is to pick Persimmon, hehe! Looking up, the fruit on the tall branch was still shy. I couldn’t help sighing secretly! But I couldn’t help laughing, this is the infinite longing laughter! Among them, there must be disappointment, and the mood of longing for charm is not wasted! There is no choice but to laugh after all! Going further, there are several small pomegranate trees, but they are full of fruits. When I stretched out my hand and took off a pomegranate which was shy to steal my eyes, my heart was trembling badly, and there was an unspeakable faint pain. I said to myself in my heart: this pomegranate is real. I carefully put this pomegranate into the bag. In front of my eyes was a forest of sycamore trees, which were all saplings; There were crystal drops of water on the plush leaves; I couldn’t help looking up at the sky, blue sky, white clouds and gentle sunshine, and I left: who knows the Wutong beads! My good sister deserves to be a peasant girl, and she saw a wild strawberry with the size of soybean beside the plane tree forest at a glance; She jumped over and picked off the wild strawberry; She came to me and put the wild strawberry in my hand, yang Yang said: Good thing, it has white flowers and red fruits. On the way back to the city, I saw those old and young women tidying up the vegetable garden; My good sister said: see, their life is so simple. The figures of these women in the setting sun were left in their hearts, and then they looked at the wild strawberries in their hands. Oh, there was the pomegranate in the bag, and there was only the phoenix tree beads in their memory, both of which were spoken out but not good, the real feeling that you want to express but you can’t finish it! 2011 nian autumn 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…

Missing Qing Huan

The above words are not casual, without special instructions. You in this article can be someone, or a period of youth. Deliberate is unnecessary. For example, to meet a person, what kind of meeting and what kind of scene are not fixed numbers. As for dreams and life beyond dreams, there are many ways to express their fullness but disharmony, while only one or none can be understood. I pray in my heart, the appearance is in circulation, and I am left after layers, and I am cool with the fireworks. I envied the long-time life of self-destruction, no disturbance, and peace. If there must be gains and losses, then I would rather leave persistence. Dark attachment, deep coexistence. When the sun is warm, you should walk, walk out of yourself, walk into that light. My heart is passivated and slow, it’s just me. Not like you. = I heard the fireworks explosion for a moment, but the picture in front of me did not match. Hubbub, clamor. However, I looked up and saw a small gray smoke cluster appearing out of thin air, with the blue sky as the background. I was still moved. After being empty for a long time, the memory of years and months will fade. The essence of meaningless virtual prosperity is born in the heart, but then it is separated from it. All the derivatives are public and not close to the aura. As for forgetting, it cannot be said. Lonely and lonely is another self. I am on this dust, and I care about it day by day., sleep all night long, born in life, there is nothing to say, or, it is inherent fear or autism. Formal feelings are no different from a person who is eating noodles and lamenting that life is down and out. But in the heart, there is no need for form. Just like repeating classes every day, communicating with others, but not knowing what you want, this is a kind of sorrow, the nothingness of a person sighing at night. When I finally realized that my dream was not ideal, I began to feel that a bowl of porridge was many times more practical than the future. For a while, it was difficult to walk away and break, unable to go on or stop. What was needed was only delivery. Another self in another world must shine brightly as people live happily. Things and people themselves are just expressions, which can be seen and judged by others. However, the more secret self always belongs to the heart, which cannot be said or declared to others. What I see is just a kind of existence, a connection with others, not the real world, because I can’t feel it, not deep enough. On the contrary, there is a huge world in the heart, which can feel, experience, belong to oneself, closed and harmonious. Therefore, it is impossible for any two people to live together in the same world, only matter and body. It is others who are obscure, gloomy and glamorous. After walking for a long time, it’s sunny and autumn Good is also a kind of unique meaning, and the process of one’s own life is simple and clear. Morning, evening, night. It is perfect to express and narrate. There are three substances left in my spare time: tobacco, wine and tea. If you investigate the root of it, just like it. Time is far away, and time is full of love. From one end of the garden to the other end, the grass lowered its head, silent autumn moon. It must know how to be humble and tolerant, silent for a winter, and then swaggering in the spring breeze. In my opinion, this is also the coexistence of interest. But I still can’t be humble and tolerant. People themselves are illusions, living in the name of love and enjoying themselves in the name of life. But there is not enough self-knowledge and intelligence to adapt to the loneliness in my heart. Love is the empty persistence and delivery, but if you don’t understand me, I will be bright and beautiful and in vain. Walking is a kind of inborn desolation and light, and the material is nearly Rare. All the way down, you can see things nearby. You don’t have to think about yourself, write down the moving people and events, and enrich yourself. Feet not necessarily Moss Guxiang, life not way poetic down. So don’t absorb, perceive and hide in the heart. Adapt to all kinds of noisy and stale scenes, tear, push, shout, hand in hand, Kiss, copulation. These are gathered in the inner heart, and there is no intersection but they are still clear. Love and preference are both desires, naked Yes, with the signs of sex, Twining, stroking, seclusion, asking for each other, deep flesh and blood. However, for a moment, I was not myself. Annie said: only when people bear and understand the pain and shadow, can they truly understand the pure and self-contained light printed by them. Shadow and pain are not born. How much can be understood does not need to be experienced. There is no need to fill the painful experience with the life of auto disturbance. And I know what I have met over the years, I should be happy to meet some of them. Let me begin to understand my heart that the world there is not competing for calculation. I have never said that this society does not conform to me, but I am just afraid of the harm it gives inadvertently. Some things are not good in nature. But I still treat people with warmth, receive things and. I just want to be steadfast. People are not equal in life. Some people go abroad to study abroad and show off in the grandstand. Some people face difficulties in life and are on the edge. I think I still understand suffering a little more. I understand the difficulty of getting sick but having no money to cure it very early. Some things will never be forgotten in my life and must be experienced. Life is awkward, bitter, separated relatives, dilapidated, mocked and bullied. If there must be a word to describe these lives, I just want to say: The only thing I can do is to cultivate my inner heart. Deep, let it contain all this, let me forget. For me, memory is poison, and it is the eternal pain of life. No one will always belong to himself, and no one will really understand another person. Because they live different lives and experience their own happiness and hardship. So, if you don’t understand me, I don’t blame you. I have undertaken some sufferings and shadows, but there is no limit to understanding. Therefore, I do not understand the pure and self-contained light printed on it, as Anne said. However, one day I will also have such intelligence. Understanding darkness is not only self-encouragement in heart and form, but also a desire to deceive oneself and others. With penetrating power, it cannot be repeated. The moonlight in the night before the Mid-Autumn Festival was cold, and it seemed that many years ago, I always remembered the moving. There was once a night when I waited for the moonlight together, which was a starting point of one day. At that time, I stood up and pulled open the curtain. The window flowers on the glass had nice lines and my fingers drew a small circle. Then the light stabbed into the room. At that time, I was moved only to share it with someone. Later, after a long time, I found that I was stupid at that time, and maybe I had more attachment to the emotion that I didn’t talk to others. Just like an old song, it is only suitable for a person to listen quietly. Affectionate and speechless, it seemed to hear the sigh of the old years in the space where the fingers were stretching. The words that were full of emotion at that time were settled down here, drawing a heavy ending. And those exiled people must also need their souls to return to their hometowns, so as to achieve perfect conversion. I will never come back to the places I have traveled, and I will never see the people I have seen. Sincerity and coldness confront each other, and we can’t tell where to go. In the story that time is heavy and we can’t bear it, we are innocent and old, and the ending is generally beautiful. The Moonlight makes you invisible. Which moment is yourself? Hear the night wind, broken. Longitudinal is waning. END Ann zi chen. 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”. 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