That is a pity

That is a pity

Finally, this August is almost over, with attachment and helplessness, more sadness, talking to myself about the world, and slowly getting old. I am not used to crying, thinking about the past of my heart, which is as clear as yesterday. Whether, every loved one would have a wound, so he smiled and hid his heart without any vicissitudes. A large white rose was open in the second place, and the tightly clustered petals were like the color of Crystal. In the rain, they were so soft and water-like, so cold, looking from afar, there is a tremor, a pity. Who can understand your language when you are swaying in the wind and rain. Tears are flowing in the sky of this city, for the dry land. It has been raining continuously for several days, and the wet weather is associated with the wet mood. The dream of last night was in the patter of heavy rain with strange and clear photocopies in my mind. I woke up in a trance, and those who could hardly remember their faces met in my dream. Yes, I only meet in my dream, I just want to meet in my dream. Time is continuing, just like the past, walking with delicate steps, fast or slow, with reserved and elegant steps, as if touching the unreal and trance light and shadow, where is the time at the fingertips broken? Following behind it, I don’t know whether the calm heart is still there. Summer is really an annoying season. The break of rain spread out between the light touching the earth. These rain, dust and people in the rain walked hurriedly with silent expressions. When did I get used to it, when did I forget it, and when did I forget the graceful images? However, I just wanted to watch the interpretation without saying anything, to put the moving into my heart and to ignore the sad. Sometimes I think that meeting each other at a certain time is like dancing a lonely or gorgeous dance with each other in an earthly ball. Then, they may end up with each other, leaving each other or moving forward and backward hand in hand. And those departing, like casual encounter, missed again, and then, occasionally thought of, will suddenly forget. The rain keeps falling, and every drop of rain seems to be like a sentence. I don’t know whether the person I met is greeting. 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…

Through the years, the wind from other places blows me old

When I was young, I always wanted to fly to the countryside where I was born and raised myself. What I read in my childhood poems and articles were all the beautiful hometowns of others. Why is the hometown of others as beautiful as mountains and rivers, like poems and dreams, while the land under my feet is as sallow and emaciated as people living on this land, with loess beams everywhere, weeds sparse and trees missing? There are only gray sparrows and rabbits living together in this land. Only monotonous Poplar Willow can be seen in the village, and only apricot trees can be called fruit trees in the whole village. There are only a few apple trees and pear trees in the village, and where do they grow? When I was young, my companions and I knew clearly. How many times have we plotted in the dark night, but most of the time we can only listen to the barking of dogs beside the fruit trees and look at the trees to quench thirst. The birds and flowers in other people’s hometown have attracted me to walk out of that land countless times. When I was young, the place called Jiangnan could give me the greatest imagination. In the young dream, Jiangnan is a poetic and painted world. Girls in Jiangnan are clear and beautiful one by one, with charming voice. However, no matter how much he yearned for the outside world when he was young, his immature feet could not walk out of his parents’ call. After graduating from college, I ran to the hot land in the South without hesitation, which gathered the dreams of countless people in the east, west, south and north of the country. I remember that when I just stepped out of the train with air conditioner and stepped on the GZ land for the first time, the hot and humid air almost made me unable to breathe. In those nights, I almost hid naked in the House, facing the blowing fan, wiping the sweat constantly while beating the mosquito which was full of blood, I kept asking myself: this is the South, and this is the South I have been looking forward! Until now, having lived in this city for more than ten years, I still deeply fear the humid and hot summer here. In countless nights in the south, the beauty of hometown which was neglected because of familiarity in the past gradually expanded clearly, and finally it was engraved in my memory one by one, and I gradually understood that, what is really beautiful is not the misty rain in the south of Yangtze River or the snow in the north of Saibei, but the place called Hometown in your inner emotional world. People are always so contradictory. If you don’t go out, you may live in complaining about this place all your life. But when you leave her and go far, the silk thread tied to your soul is pulled tightly, and you want to cry and shout, then you will understand that the place that has gone away will be the pain of your life. The vast sea of people, walking on the streets of other places. When the sun and the wind blew, the former youth had gone through youth. The child who grew up in his hometown had already been full of wind and frost, and his body was fat. Did he recognize me in his hometown? Before I was twenty years old, I could be regarded as half a farmer and could do some farm work. From the day I walked out of this village, some fields that had been in my name were allocated to others. I abandoned my land and became a city man. In order to live in this strange place, from one city to another, I have traveled in the hot sun for countless times. Panic, confusion and despair were once the themes of my life, in the most difficult time, there was only one or 40 cents left in the pocket. Many times the job market came out and stood on the street where the traffic was rolling. However, my eyes lost their direction and my heart floated and my steps were heavy. No matter how bad life was, even in the most difficult time, I recalled the safety of the past in my dream, but I never thought about going back. Why? After working for several years, I went home for a short family visit. No matter how hard I try and hide my behavior and clothes, I can’t erase the smell of city from me, although I have such distinct peasant characteristics in the city, —– I am a middleman riding on the wall separating the city and the countryside. Those who watched me grow up, those who grew up with me, smiled and greeted me kindly and friendly, but through enthusiasm, I clearly felt, they regard me as the guest of this village. Even my parents and brothers, their too much enthusiasm made me feel scared. Walking through the corners and corners of this village, a stone, a water, a grass and a tree are all so familiar, but they can’t keep me, I can’t take them away. For many more years, I got married and had children in another country, and I also had a house belonging to myself, which could be regarded as settling down. The ancestral home on my daughter’s household register is my birthplace-hometown, but this place no longer has any impression on her. In the future, she would occasionally go back to that place, which was only because of her father. How many times do you suddenly wake up in the middle of the night, but you are at a loss of where you are in the extreme soberness. The body of my body lives in a comfortable house of a tall building in the city, and my soul also floats in the air and cannot calm down. I miss the dilapidated green brick and tile house in my hometown, where my childhood was buried. I want to lie down on the kang in the old house, and I don’t want to pay attention to the troubles in the world any more, so that my soul can return to my body and give me a moment of real peace. But such an opportunity may only become a reality when I really grow old. On that day, when I no longer had the energy to fight in this society, when I needed a place to calm down and have a rest, all I could think of was you. This kind of thought filled me with gradually shame. I know that although you have never blamed me. The steamed rice with Chinese herbs and eggs in my hometown fed me up, but I spent the most golden years in my life in other places. The dried stream, the cut-down poplar trees, the dilapidated old house that can no longer live in, the beautiful school again without any students, all these changes, it seems that it has nothing to do with me. My heart is sad but I have never done anything for you! I cried and sweated in the hometown of others to pursue the so-called happy life. This repetitive inertia Life Day after day makes me forget to think or can’t think, let alone get rid of it. I suffer from this kind of life but depend on it. Autumn. The plants in the South are still green. And my hometown, the north, began to shed leaves. Through the years, the wind from other places blows me and I grow old slowly. 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…

Essays

It was another time to work overtime until late at night. I was used to working hard, enduring hardship, enjoying hardship and hardship, and keeping silent and waiting for my dream, until now, I understand how important body is. Health is the source of all your happiness. Happiness, I think the meaning of life lies in pursuing happiness, but what is happiness, everyone’s definition of happiness is different. I think happiness means eating well, dressing well, living steadfast everyday, pursuing light, warmth, friendship, family affection, and I think luxury for love, as long as you live hard, work hard, be a good person, continue to cultivate yourself, cultivate yourself into a charming woman, and move forward towards a bright future, always forget all the things that should be forgotten, forget all the things that should be forgotten, always pursue and move constantly, and then constantly throw your heart into the most beautiful youth, it will never be unsealed. It is a matter of heart. In a cloudy day, the rain keeps falling, but it seems that I can only pretend myself. My father called yesterday, complaining that I didn’t call him. I in thought. Is it true that only the psychological person really loses it can he find its importance. You can call your boyfriend several times a day, but you don’t know how to call your parents. Someone says that the man who loves you most in the world will always be your father! However, when did the love and hate of this world come to an end? I just learned to love myself gradually. Once a friend said that if a person doesn’t love himself, how can he love others. Maybe it is really weak. I find myself becoming more and more indifferent to everything, especially love. Maybe it is too deep hurt by love. We can see through all the past things, let time pass by, and youth pass by. The blue sky in our heart is still transparent. Some people make me believe in friendship, love and family affection. Some people let me know the darkness, betrayal and pain. Love is a common thing with material, interest and money. I don’t know why people put on a pure coat for love, I don’t know how many poor lovers have been misled, no matter men or women, don’t expect that you will find love when you have nothing. Love is originally vulgar. Now, my heart has become quiet. It is really good to have green mountains as company and white clouds as dance. Go to the suburb to pick the green, pick a bunch of the most beautiful flowers and insert them in your old twilight. 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…