Evening

Walking on the tree-lined Stone Road in the community, the clouds in the West are moving. People who come back one after another are twos and threes. The green grass is very clean, and two yellow and fat dogs are chasing each other twisting their hips. It was dusk, and the sky was still on, but the street lamps had been turned on. Looking at the highest floor, I looked up and watched. A round of moon and a half were looming. It was the time when day and night were handed over, some details have exposed the characteristics of the night, such as those flowers and trees at the corner of the building, which gradually lost their bright colors. The continuous rain for many days washed the scenery figures carefully. The calmness and magnificence at this time were still peaceful and quiet. I used to take a walk before, but in recent years, some of them were not used to it, the change of environment, the automatic update of people’s behavior, adding and deleting sometimes do not ask for your advice, and occasionally some aftertaste, even cause the exploration and emotion in the bottom of my heart. Several stone round stools were waiting at the roadside. The smooth face was solid and reliable. My mind lingered in the deep place, but it was like a light kite. The soft loafers and loose round-neck T-shirts, when I raised my little flat head, the world was gradually dark and stroked my cheek. Only when we are alone can we learn to enjoy, enjoy quietness and freedom, including the thoughts and hopes that are closest to ourselves. The sky went deeper, crossed my shoulder and printed my silhouette on a wall. I didn’t move. I observed my shadow as if it was another me, just no details, only outline. People always hide themselves under the light. Thoughts and privacy in the dark are their secrets. When we face familiar and unfamiliar faces with smiles and moving words, the cordon in the inner heart has been erected. Sometimes, friends in the dark night are more honest. The figures are integrated without exaggeration and performance. The Moonlight is swaying. Behind the moon, our mind is real and credible. In the dark night, the jointing of some flowers and plants can be clearly distinguished. Unless death, there is no power to stop life. Time slips in the sand table in summer, the sunset is drunk, there is no more fickleness and publicity of yesterday, the dark red sky shows some calm appearance, maybe it must experience the conversion of day and night, more things have perfect explanations, intuitive and hidden different versions, which can provide us with selected channels. You can’t just watch one show, other programs played by rolling will also be presented successively. We have the right to choose, but we don’t have the right to decide. In the Four Seasons of Life, the stars move around. Fate is in our own hands, but fate cannot be played. Today’s buildings are getting higher and higher. In a sense, it seems to be the real heaven and earth. Looking from a low place, the towering buildings are actually the Sky Homes. When you bend your head from a high place, the lights are on for the first time, with both voice and emotion, the mortal world has also built a paradise. We can’t deny that our living environment, compared with our ancestors, has been somewhat decent. We should realize the happiness of health and safety, the most basic happiness. If we adjust our mentality well, life will be much simpler. Along the way from the dusk, the impression of time went with each other. My posture of smoking disappeared in the darker and darker atmosphere. Time is also dying out. Many windows opened their eyes as if they had just woken up. Walking silently at night, I knew that there must be many miracles happening. 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…

No Longer Lonely

I suddenly realized why marhes wrote “One Hundred Years of Solitude”. He himself must be lonely, perhaps only “One Hundred Years of Solitude” was his friend. He showed the lives of lonely individuals one by one. Few of us can really understand him. He seems to tell us that every individual exists alone, and loneliness is the eternal theme. As long as we are sensible, loneliness will accompany us and become our true friends, and he will accompany us for the whole life. Think about it, who can truly understand your heart and the dearest one? Can’t. In my long and experienced life, only those friends in my childhood were naive at that time. Although the village was very poor, we didn’t need to consider what to eat next meal, only our parents frown, we can’t understand them at all, and it is so difficult to find food. They are even more sad when we start school, but we can’t understand how difficult tuition is. When we grow up, we find that we know less about our parents’ hearts. They also don’t even know the inner world of their children. The children have not grown up according to their intentions. They don’t know what writers are, nor do they know what it means to like drama. What they pay attention to is that they can see a lot of money, improve their family life and live a steady life. They are the generation of poor and scared, so that I am not the second generation of rich. At present, money is very important. Without money, you will be lonely and lose relatives and friends. This is not their fault. This is this era. This era is to become a partner with money. He will make people live at ease. With money, you can enjoy yourself. You can use money to buy things that are not enough to fill your stomach. I think, in reality, few people have true friends. They drink and worry when they are lonely. In fact, their hearts have already been down and down, which can be said to be lonely or even boring, although he could spend a lot of time and drink, his body was liberated, and nobody knew his inner heart even when he was naked. He also doesn’t know others, and even he can’t say clearly why he did this. This is the loneliness of many people, a kind of current situation, most of the time I don’t know what to do in a room, and even drive myself to do something meaningless. In fact, we all need something to fill our hearts with the dimension of time, which is the need of this era. At this time, maybe literature can help you and help you solve your problems. Maybe you can have a try. It is a life journey that you have never touched. Here, you can listen or explain. You can also pick up your pen and write down the poems in your heart and your own life story, which is a happy and beautiful thing. (This article is dedicated to prose online, thanks to editors, I hope more friends can join prose online, and I hope more people can return to literature and art) 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…

Books and the company

I have loved reading since I was literate. In my childhood memory, getting books was a difficult and fascinating thing. At that time, apart from collecting textbooks for all grades, my only hope was the new year. Because at this time, I can always receive a little lucky money from my elders. Although the sum is only two or three yuan, it is already a large number. You know, at that time, the price of a comic book was five cents at most. Of course, I didn’t have the courage to expect those famous books, because I didn’t know much at that time. What’s more, the amazing price behind the books was daunting. I don’t remember that since I was a few years old, every spring festival was over, I picked up my crumpled fur ticket and went to the town with my cousins on foot. Sometimes we took a leisurely walk, sometimes we ran wildly. The dirt road of more than twenty miles was vivid and hearty by our teenage children. I had to get to the town until noon. I ran to the second floor with heavy steps and ran directly to the counter in the south and west. New Year pictures and paper products are sold there. There is an inconspicuous corner with several comic books neatly placed. Looking back now, it was my happiest moment. The Sunshine came in from the window, warm, turning through my favorite books and choosing patiently. In fact, choosing is a process of browsing, basically turning over once, each book has an impression, and the decision to buy is my favorite, of course, this process should be done without any trace. Even so, near the final choice, is also a lot of trouble, quite nerve-racking. Finally, I have to look at it through the glass counter. In this way, there are always two or three entries of comic books every year, from which I get to know heroes of the times such as Lei Feng and Ouyang Hai, as well as gifted scholars and beauties such as Jia Baoyu and Lin Daiyu, and Lin Chong, wu Song, these Liangshan heroes. In that age of mental famine, the comic books filled my empty stomach more or less. In high school, the range of books I read was getting wider and wider, and magazines and famous works were various. I always save a few yuan from the board expenses to buy books every month. I will exchange it with other students more often. I remembered that when I was in senior three, one of my sisters in the same bedroom got a book “Muslim funeral”, and I borrowed it from them. I still don’t quite understand why the borrowing time was so tight at that time! In short, lending it to me means taking up the effective reading time in the same bedroom. I promised her at that time that I would pay you back tomorrow morning after only watching for one night. That night, after I turned off the lights, I hid in the bed and read the book eagerly with a flashlight. My young heart was so easily stirred by the plot in the book. The book, I am finished reading with tears. That was the fastest novel I read, which took three hours. It was also the novel that moved me most and shed the most tears. In college, the department founded the student newspaper, and the local amateur writer teacher Zhang gave us lectures. Teacher Zhang opened a bookstore in the city, knowing that we students were short of money. Every time he went to him to buy books, he gave discounts without exception. Therefore, I read a lot of books. Teacher Zhang, he is so ordinary, but also so admirable. After graduation, I had more money to buy books, but the meager salary was always inferior to the expensive book price. Every time I entered the bookstore, I was full of interest, but when I came out, I was still not satisfied, and felt a little shy and unwilling. If I have a lot of money —- I always dream, all kinds of dreams, and the most beautiful dream is: in my dream, I walk into a big bookstore and look around in a wide variety of books, west see. This kind of dream always brings me more regrets, because even in the dream, my pocket is flat, and finally I can only take a few books away. Therefore, I am very angry. Can’t I dream of luxury? Fortunately, now you can see more books through the Internet. However, when it comes to the artistic conception and interest of reading, it is still the feeling of holding it in your hands. 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. 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