Stew a bowl of chicken soup to nourish the soul

Stew a bowl of chicken soup to nourish the soul

Cloudy sky, gray clouds, a rainstorm, the coolness gathered together gave birth to loneliness and love dearly. The dispute with him left a lot of sentimental feelings. The passing years, the past time, how many tender feelings were ruined into a scene of devastation. -Wen: before the window, the cold and deep mist lingered on the fingertips. When a person leaned against the window to listen to the rain, the embroidered rain curtain began to be filled with light sorrow, blurred thoughts twined in the sound of rain like sobs. Flash scattered in red dust, bow shallow poetry sings Xinyue King Xi King don’t know. Hide the secret that you don’t know in your heart, so that you can reach out and touch lightly, describe your clear eyebrows, touch the moment you are like jade, face like smoke clouds, pause a little, continue to reach out and touch lightly, so repeatedly wandering here alone, deep in love like crazy. I like to read others’ books, write my own words, write my own feelings about life; Write my own fragments, record every bit of my mental journey; I like to listen to others’ songs, please feel happy, do what you like to do, and love the people you love. I always want to sort out the sensitive nerves carefully, extend the dusty memory, and count those throbbing moments or moving feelings with the tip of the pen; I always want, splice the details of the life process into a unique scene and place it in the attic of memory; Always want to pick up the language fragments scattered on the ground, together with those ruthless passing years, extend them with the most affectionate words… The so-called want to forget is also hard to be free and easy. Forgive me, I can’t let go of the past and the beautiful memories, but in this world, we are so reluctant to leave each other. Through the years, there will always be some people who deserve our attachment, there will always be some things that are unforgettable, there will always be some memories lingering, and there will always be some regrets accompanying us… Heart Like flower, lengxiang exercised. The sound and expression of the old days had already dimmed my sight. When all the hopes were frozen, I quietly felt the tenderness left behind by the fine lines, and mourned for the lonely shadows. And you are always the light and shadow in the diagonal grid, wandering on the edge of dreams and reality. If the verdant locked by time moves the cold plain Moon and clear autumn, then the weak water is three thousand, who will take you and drink out of the world of mortals? There is a little melancholy and a little sorrow in this love, but the love is deep and unforgettable, just because this is the only beginning and end. The rain gradually stopped, the clouds faded away, and the glittering tears quietly touched the clear plain face. In this sad dream, love will go to the barren, and I, I will keep the only love in this desolation. That year self flower pen, and now, dian mo love, full paper xiaoxiao. Life is like water, new ideas are less, love is easy to say. Love words are old and difficult to read every year. Xian to Lancome red bean wine, Xie Chunhua, as if laughing at my silence. Should love be a bowl of chicken soup? After being simmered with slow fire, the fragrance can appear a little bit. It can’t afford a few bites, and it does not stimulate the greasy taste. However, it has to taste it carefully to keep the fragrance on the teeth and cheeks and let the warm flow down. Should we find each other’s advantages in noisy days, understand each other’s feelings when we sit and talk, and find each other’s gentleness in a little care, use time and sincerity to build a platform that can stand down for two people. Only a bowl of soup can warm the stomach and a love like chicken soup can warm the heart. Precipitate the soul, clean the impurities in the eyes, and try to cook a bowl of sweet chicken soup to nourish the soul for love. 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. 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