Window

After dinner, I sat in front of the window and looked out of the window when I was idle. The rain was falling down, and my eyes were pulled by the flowing rain, wandering in the storm like a ghost, looking for the story left behind blankly. The sky Street is intentional, and there is no trace of time. In the depth of the memory corridor, except for the misery of Pengsheng, it is always a barren. The ruins of my soul have long been abandoned by laughter. All the new green decorated with branches is no longer the promise of seasons, nor the answer of seasons, but countless strange eyes shining with blue light. The Sweet Tree lies wet the already dried heart. However, the wind and the sun are beautiful, and the spring scenery of birds and flowers is still dormant in the dreamy corner and late. Is there a kind of hibernation that is far away? The lead gray haze once overlapped, and the whole world turned into traps, the birds imprisoned in this hellish Sky were filled with sorrowful sobs in their always beautiful singing voices. The rebellious way was to discard the branches in their claws. The whole sky was like the face of a sad abandoned woman, and I am the bitterest tear at the corner of her eye. Is the city beside me hiding in the rain curtain, or is the rain curtain wrapping the city? The city shivered in the chilly spring. Who sighed like raindrops over this cold city, knocking my heart repeatedly? As a result, my heart was broken into a stream of cold rain and dew, which was mixed and muddy all the way. Who is the authority to interpret everything? In fact, authority has already become a yellow memory. This Heart Rain deliberately lengthened by time is far away. The little chill weaved into an endless net, and I am the struggling fish in the net, every effort is the bitter fruit of failure, alas! Let the falling scales be combined into the eulogies of love. You don’t have to read it, so let it be silent. Even if it is not vigorous, it is tragic and miserable. I stared out of the windy window, and the confused smoke scattered in my mouth slowly entered the rain curtain. Suddenly I felt that I was no longer myself, but the loneliest chimney covered with rust. The gloomy sadness flows slowly, through spring, summer, autumn and winter, and through the boundless empty heart. Who is in a hurry in the rain Lane? I thought I am covered by the walls of wind and rain in the city, but you firmly believed that only umbrellas can hold up a clear sky for you. From then on, you have the City scenery of umbrellas, then I became the rainy season in this city, and your figure gradually blurred in my tearful eyes, and became the lost love, which came to my mind clearly all the time. You are really the two sides of Devil and Angel since the flood of time cannot be cut off; Since I am doomed to find the sunny sky of rain, let love go away with the boundless, saying goodbye is just another wound, just like looking back casually at the beginning, I poured the trickle of bitter water into my mind. I understand the definition of love from you: she is a scar whip that makes me unable to get rid of the shackles of emotion; She is a scar that cannot be healed, which makes the rosy spring Haggard; she was a flood of cangliu and swallowed Green hopes one by one… tears of last night had been poured into her dream, and the lonely figure stood in front of the window. My thoughts were blurred deep in the rain curtain. When the wind came with rain and snow, your figure lingered without a trace. I looked at the ups and downs of the old road with tears in my eyes, and my heart was confused, delay difficult.. 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…

The air outlet is slightly cool this season.

The air outlet is slightly cool this season.

Sunshine, rainstorm, or breeze. It seems that May is the most reasonable one. Life is calm, there is no weekend, no more time. Every day, go to work on time, get up on time, eat on time, go to the toilet on time, and more often wake up in sleep on time. Living in the circuitous Alley, people who walk through for the first time may get lost. Every day at 7 o’clock in the morning, I was waked up by the alarm clock on time. Then I turned on my mobile phone, read Weibo, read news, and then got up to wash. Open the door and start the day with the most beautiful time of the day. I don’t know if this is a good life. I didn’t spend my last half year in college. There is no place to take a good look at the best time of youth, no graduation photo, no dinner, no farewell one by one. Just leave early in this way. Nianchunfang Moon is here, but new people come, old people go. I found out a lot of old things, old clothes, bracelets and novels that I was not willing to throw. And I keep all these one by one. What I wore was a bracelet I bought a long time ago. It was not valuable but a gift for myself. I have been listening to the radio station for several consecutive days, and I have been obsessed with the words gently with a little nasal sound in my ears on the way to work at night, telling other people’s stories and listening to my own feelings. I was a little afraid of watching this city at night, that kind of long and continuous feeling emitted under the lights of thousands of houses. Most of the time, I know that I am a little melodramatic. She also said such words. Then please allow me to keep this little affectation of myself. Occasional willfulness in paranoia. I didn’t fall asleep in the early morning last night. Heavy rain suddenly came. I smell the soil. Those sonorous and forceful voices that fell on the ground in half of the sky did not know how many people’s good dreams were disturbed, and how many people did not know at all. In short, I am also a sleepless night. My heart still has dreams, and I never forget them. Depressed, gave up. But in the end, I still want to stick to it. This kind of time is originally the time to pursue dreams. I like the breeze of this season, which blows across my face. Blowing to heart. With a hint of coolness, I know the warmth and coldness. Won’t resent anyone. All people have the right to choose their own lives. I am not a selfish person. I love myself more than others forever. Understand every step and what kind of life you need to live in the future. Be an independent woman. Cooking, washing and making money. Be a happy woman. Learn to love yourself and others. I want to walk against the wind and see how different the world gives me. I want to stand in the air and sing my love song loudly, not afraid of others’ jokes. What I do is that I don’t have to care how others see me. Through the Alley where I lived, there was a university. The campus was full of white flowers, which were blown to the ground day by day. The flowers scattered all over the floor were described by a poem by friends. Falling red is not a ruthless thing, but turns into spring mud to protect flowers. This reminds me of the saying in a Dream of Red Mansions that flowers are flying all over the sky, and who is pitiful of the Red fragrance? Actually self-pity good. No one can control the flowers. Many years ago, I wrote in my notebook: I will stand in the air and wait for you. Nowadays, such words can no longer be written. I will stand in the air vent, watch the continuous crowd, and continue walking with my head down. Listen to songs, read books and write. And I will stand in the air and watch my life neither supercilious nor supercilious. Say to yourself: everything is fine. Good night. 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…