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…

Love Hate Yangzhou

More than twenty years ago, I began to hear Yangzhou’s fame in the poem that fireworks went to Yangzhou in March. Six years ago, I went to Yangzhou from the distant Inner Mongolia in September when the fragrance of osmanthus was fragrant. Six years ago, 1.1 point like Yangzhou, love on the ancient city; Now, I soulful fell in love with this exquisite city, happiness city. I like the gentle and graceful water in Yangzhou, as well as the bridges accompanying the water. Every time when I was empty, I would ride a bicycle to visit every river in Yangzhou, to see every soft River with clear waves, and the quiet River gently crossed the banks on both sides, it is like a young girl strolling freely across the old wall of the old city; Every time she decides to visit the river, there is always an inexplicable excitement in the bottom of her heart, a feeling of first love, A feeling of going on a date. I saw the river, standing on the bridge, looking at the water flowing on both sides of the river and the willows gently swinging in the wind, listening to the faint antique bell from the distance, a burst of happiness accompanying Yangcheng arose spontaneously. I like the old alley of the small town and the green stone road that Yangzhou can never walk. I don’t know how many times in the past four years, I rode a bicycle alone in the alleys of Yangzhou’s Old City. In my opinion, what I am visiting here are emotions, culture, history, and Yangzhou feelings and old events that will never end, the clear and leisurely flagstone road is like a poem, an intoxicating Yangzhou minor. What I enjoyed more was the relaxed and comfortable life of wandering in Yangzhou which was closely compatible with the alley without any distractions. I really wanted to ride alone all the time and walk freely like this. I like the simplicity and enthusiasm of Yangzhou people, and I prefer Yangzhou dialect flowing on their tongue. I have lived in this city for four years, and what I really know about Yangzhou is that kind of love they treat others. Everyone in Yangzhou will move me from the bottom of my heart, they are really good people in Jiangbei, and their Yangzhou dialect makes people feel comfortable and affectionate. I love Yangzhou too much, which is hard to read; I love Yangzhou too deeply, which is hard to express; I love Yangzhou too much, and I forget to return home; It is hard to give up, and I often hate her, in fact, those hatred couldn’t stand scrutiny. It was just one or two things occasionally or one or two people suddenly let me have the idea of leaving her, which suddenly became very strong, even began to plan where to go. It doesn’t take too long. The simple hatred and anger will dilute the good weather for a day or two, especially when osmanthus fragrance is fragrant in September, how can that fragrance make people hate? The light yellow osmanthus and refreshing fragrance conquer you in vision and taste. If you say Hate Again, it is purely melodramatic and very unreal. So hard to give up, I decided to stay and live in this delicate city as a happy person. If one day, when I want to leave, I will choose to leave at night, bringing the night of Yangzhou to the next starting point. 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…