30 years old, I want to tell myself

At this time, at the age of 30, I was occasionally scared when I was young and regretful when time went by. This inexplicable feeling made me sad and surprised secretly. Was it because of the gradual discomfort of enthusiasm? Or, happy on a quiet day? It is unknown that 30 years of fleeting time have devoured me without warning. I used to be carefree, cheerful, immature, fresh, uninhibited, free and easy, fearless, arduous and persistent for 30 years of fleeting time. How can I treasure the warmth I have had? How to reflect the intoxicating pictures? How to settle the vicissitudes? How can I let go of my sorrow? At the age of 30, I want to thank the joy and sorrow of the past years-because it has brought me growth and solid, mature accumulation and transformation at the age of 30, I want to pursue and seek for the true self through filtering the illusion; I want to resist the impulse stimulation and enjoy the present with heart. About the future, I am willing to regard the present as eternity-because I know that life is limited, so I can’t bear to miss possession; Because warmth is always like a meteor, so I am afraid of fleeting. About the future, I am willing to be full of sensibility and infiltrate intellectuality — because I am familiar with embracing life and need emotional warmth; Abundant life, unconsciously, I seem to see a different scenery in the limited years of life, A unique light makes me truly appreciate the extraordinary essence of life — not lamenting the yearning for youth that I once missed because of my old age and senility, don’t regret for being unable to recover. The 30-year-old self, who once impulsively and unintentionally, naturally, has such feelings and hopes. 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…

Smoke, women’s

I will continue to stay with this city in another way 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…

The taste of life

I knew Xi Murong very early, but I didn’t read her books carefully. I read her poems by accident, which made me read them several times. She was so delicate and quiet, it is also so acute. Just like the mountain breeze in the morning, it blows across your face and stings your heart that cannot be prevented. Most of the time, when I feel it, I will choose to close the book, hold the book and curl up in my own corner, thinking about her feelings. Although my mind is blank more often, I like this posture and this state. She mentioned how many years it would take to fill this turbulent ocean, how many years will it take to eclipse the mountain rocks into fine and soft sand and spread them evenly under my feet ……. the tung flowers are gone, but there is still a soft sound when the flowers fall in the forest. Walking back to the long road, I don’t know who to prove this kind of sadness of happiness and sorrow. With infinite silence and indifference around, every tree returned to its original corner. I looked back and looked at him. The peak had passed. If I went on, it would be the boundless and boundless Road without holding or hanging, right? The mountains were silent and didn’t want to answer me any more. In the gradually deepening twilight, it seemed that they had forgotten how childish and pitiful passion the mountains had when flowers blossomed. I had to come back and wait for the time to pass away, hoping to gradually forget all this like him. However, why, in the dark night, still heard the sound of Tung flowers falling in succession in the deserted forest? Why? Flowers are gone, and I still have the sound of flowers falling in my heart. The flowers are gone, and there is still a sound of flowers falling in my heart. One, one, falling gently in the deserted mountain. My mind will be completely trapped in her woven gentle net, like lying in my mother’s arms, unwilling to get up.. 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…