Autumn Rain

When the cool breeze starts, people who have just survived the hot summer feel happy. However, on a comfortable morning, I suddenly found something missing —- cicadas disappeared. Ancient poems often sing: The cold cicada is sad, and it is clear that it has not reached the cold season, and it is broken without hearing the sadness? Nowadays, the natural environment is not as good as before. Are cicadas and cicadas also affected? Soon, the first autumn rain came, and the pureness of autumn began. The scenery in autumn is so monotonous that you can’t help listening to the sound of autumn rain carefully without raising your ears. The ancients said: if you keep the dead Lotus and listen to the rain, there is no lotus pond in modern people’s residence, but only tall buildings. If you pay attention, you can really hear some modern atmosphere. First of all, what is ruthlessly noisy in your ears is endless sound, sound, sound……, quite coarse, careless ——- that is the sound of cars passing by without scruple on the wet asphalt road; Then listen to the sound of eating mulberry leaves, unwillingly superimposed on such a loud background sound ——- that is the sound of autumn rain falling on trees and grass. You may concentrate on it, coldly, and the water on the window eaves hits the windowsill, PA, PA, Pa…, clearly, one after another. The glass windows are gradually full of earthworms, twisting the water marks flowing down. The hibiscus are still open. When they are blooming in the summer season, I laugh at them —– Why are they so thin that Luoyang flowers —– pale purple Poplin-like petals, fresh and vigorous, but at this moment, the flowers drooped in the rain, which was really a sad look. As far as mist, it was almost light, dense and slanting, and the cloudy and cold autumn rain lasted for several days, even ten days, all over the night. However, what about the sadness thousands of years ago? The phoenix tree is also drizzling, until dusk, bit by bit….., forget these beautiful and unrealistic worries, and sleep with the restless sound of the night. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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 taste of life

I knew Xi Murong very early, but I didn’t read her books carefully. I read her poems by accident, which made me read them several times. She was so delicate and quiet, it is also so acute. Just like the mountain breeze in the morning, it blows across your face and stings your heart that cannot be prevented. Most of the time, when I feel it, I will choose to close the book, hold the book and curl up in my own corner, thinking about her feelings. Although my mind is blank more often, I like this posture and this state. She mentioned how many years it would take to fill this turbulent ocean, how many years will it take to eclipse the mountain rocks into fine and soft sand and spread them evenly under my feet ……. the tung flowers are gone, but there is still a soft sound when the flowers fall in the forest. Walking back to the long road, I don’t know who to prove this kind of sadness of happiness and sorrow. With infinite silence and indifference around, every tree returned to its original corner. I looked back and looked at him. The peak had passed. If I went on, it would be the boundless and boundless Road without holding or hanging, right? The mountains were silent and didn’t want to answer me any more. In the gradually deepening twilight, it seemed that they had forgotten how childish and pitiful passion the mountains had when flowers blossomed. I had to come back and wait for the time to pass away, hoping to gradually forget all this like him. However, why, in the dark night, still heard the sound of Tung flowers falling in succession in the deserted forest? Why? Flowers are gone, and I still have the sound of flowers falling in my heart. The flowers are gone, and there is still a sound of flowers falling in my heart. One, one, falling gently in the deserted mountain. My mind will be completely trapped in her woven gentle net, like lying in my mother’s arms, unwilling to get up.. 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…