I played a persistent song with no regrets

I played a persistent song with no regrets

The wind gently brushed my hair, clouds and stirred my love, standing at the intersection of summer, holding a finger of time lightly, and blooming deep thoughts in the faint ancient rhyme. It has been seven and a half months since I came to prose online. Here, although I haven’t really met friends of literature, your figure and your heart words have penetrated into my heart. Your charm, amorous feelings and charm have brightened my eyes. You, it is the beautiful scenery in my eyes, and I really appreciate you! Thank you for decorating my dream! Gently click on a piece of poetry, whisper lingering in my ears, there are many flying flowers staying at my fingertips. Walking on the bridge built by words, I have a yearning and waiting for my frown and eyebrows in my life. Now, I have deeply fallen in love with prose online and this pure blue sky of literature. From now on, I am no longer a passer of prose online, but a homecoming of prose online. For me: prose online is like a meaningful picture scroll, painting has rhyme, and contains emotion everywhere; Prose online is like a melodious and graceful song, with ups and downs and lingering sounds; prose online is like a beautiful and elegant orchid, swaying and floating with dark fragrance; Prose online is like a woman with plain clothes and clear face, walking lightly and waving sleeves. From now on, no matter people come or go, no matter flowers come or bloom, I will always be here under the rain! No matter whether there is applause or not, I will stick to it with persistent attitude and never leave! I was once invited to be an editor by several literature websites and literature websites, but I rejected them one by one. Finally, I chose to stay here. Because of fate, affection and touch, I have reasons to stay and stick to it. Taking up the post of editor, I quite understand the responsibility of this profession. I will read and savor every article and poem carefully, because I know that those poems embody the painstaking efforts and hard work of every author. How can I let them down? I always remind myself that since I have chosen this job, I should devote myself sincerely and do the audit work responsibly. I can’t let Ke Er and the editors and teachers of prose Online down, nor can it disappoint the readers of prose online. If I review and recommend randomly, I think it is irresponsible to the website and readers. Since I became an editor, I have almost no free time. On the one hand, the audit work takes up a lot of my time; On the other hand, I have to go to work, do housework, read and write. Therefore, it is certain that I am busy all day long and tired. However, I have no complaints or regrets. In fact, I feel that it is happy for a person to do what he likes to do. I want to say: I am tired and happy. The audit work is hard, but what is this hard work? There are gains and losses. At the same time, I also gained a lot of knowledge and gained a lot of beneficial things? To be fair, in reviewing this job, I have found an extraordinary beauty, and my life has become richer and more meaningful because of this job, I believe that from now on, every page of my life will no longer be blank. Listening to a true hero and singing a true poem, I would like to dance with my enthusiasm in the online world of prose with my happiness, flying every time touching the words and sincere messages of literary friends, there is always a touch and warmth in my heart. Carefully carve the movie scenery around into beauty, and the other shore is no longer far away from this shore. Friends! Let’s sing with poems and articles together, sleep with scholarly fragrance; Let’s boil green plum wine here to talk about heroes and sing together at the beginning. I would like to share a wisp of fragrance of time and space with you, and dance with you here for a spring! Prose online is the eternal stage in my mind. I wish everyone dancing here a better dance step! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Bitter beautiful love

The morning air is cool and fresh, full of the fragrance of soil. I stepped on that charming path full of purple flowers to find yesterday’s dream! Under the lingering light rain, I remembered that we once met in the bleak autumn last year. From then on, I knew why the maple leaf was so red. With your warmth, I went through that beautiful winter. I fell in love with you like snowflakes, that piece of silence, I walked through the spring alone, buried those memories into my missing, the city of sunlight, lost your shadow, are you on the rising side of the sun? Although, we are far apart. But I can walk into your space every moment. Although we can’t meet each other, our hearts are no longer far away from each other. Time is like running water, disappearing before our eyes. Only those wonderful memories of childhood turn a corner and stay deep in our hearts. Like beautiful bookmarks, they are still bright in this yellowed book of time! A long summer, a misty autumn, after several days of rain, the sun finally showed a smiling face, which could show my mood. Life is like Four Seasons. There are charming spring with blooming flowers and bleak autumn with yellow leaves drifting; There are passionate summer and silent winter with dripping water. My Heart Used to be broad and calm. Since I passed home with you, my missing in my heart is always surging. I try my best to rush forward and pursue the fragrance left by you all the way. The wind brings hot and humid tears and writes my missing for you at the ends of the world! Once you said (my youth has never been publicized. Only collect stories silently. My youth is never frivolous. Just follow the small flowers, silently fragrance. My youth has never been publicized. Just drift gently with the breeze.) Because of love, we are so infatuated with each other; Because of love, we have to miss each other; Because of love, we have the same heart. Although we are different from each other, we have the same moon. I put my story on it and look forward to your eyes there. Maybe, one day, we will make life tortured and insensitive, but after we have gone through laughter, tears, loneliness and hesitation, we will find that there is such an eternal feeling, let us understand: having a home means happiness. (Our heart is back)! Every Love is a period of growth, and we should all miss deeply the beauty in that lingering time. Everyone who stays or leaves is the beauty of life. We should love each other and live a good life. The feeling of July was full of summer, and the warm breath filled my body and mind. The sky was as clear as a wash, the clouds were tearing and lingering together, and birds were singing side by side on the branches. Join hands with you in the sunrise and watch the sunset together in the dusk. In August, the wedding day was like a dream. We met in Aegean Sea together. Looking forward to that beautiful holiday, walking barefoot on the beach with you, letting the spray kiss your feet, whispering occasionally, or flying hand in hand. The Angel picked up those beautiful shells in the white dress not far away. The light wind swung, and the sunset glow dyed us with a touch of charming color. There is a faint fragrance of flowers everywhere in the air. The wind of practicing, full of the smell of love, warm to the ends of the world! 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…