About the ten years of that teenager.

Whispers Syria innocence. That young man’s dream, repeated dreams. In the drifting time, the dream raged. The decade. Since I can’t stay in my arms, why don’t I enjoy it while leaving and cry at the same time. Ten years ago, I didn’t know you and you didn’t belong to me. We were still the same, accompanying a stranger around and walking through the Gradually familiar streets. Ten years later, we are friends, and we can also greet. It’s just that kind of gentleness, and there is no reason to hug, so lovers will inevitably become friends in the end. I often walk alone in the noisy cement forest. The smoke between fingers drifted away with the stream of people and died out. I often wear headphones alone and immerse myself in the empty music world. The clouds far away drift away with the wind. Messy steps can’t make a movie. A teenager’s dream, blurred, sad, no colorful picture, just black and white fragments. Only occasionally, the mysterious eyes can’t see the stars. Occasionally, I saw the locust tree in front of the door and the blooming locust flower once in spring. Occasionally, raise the flowers in your hands and show off to you, at that time. Occasionally, stand on tiptoe and look for old photos, one time at a time. Occasionally, running to your arms, separation. Once upon a time, looking at the line engraved with height, it gradually became lower. Once upon a time, touching the mottled old tree, in vain to retain. Once upon a time, I saw faint white hair and looked up at the blue sky. I often dreamed that I ran happily just because I found a seed. I never realized the sense of pride. That picture frame. -Writing, from the narration of scattered people. A cup of bitter tea and a cigarette are all my life. Drifting, the drifting of the heart is uncertain. The distant place is my home, and the distant place is my sustenance. I walked with my head held high. No one would see my smile clearly in the dark. The white smoke dyed the coolness in the night. I suddenly felt a kind of happiness, that kind of pure and clear happiness. A shining and real dream is displayed under the light. Those broken transparent paper pieces, dazzling brightness. Lit up some wet smoke. When the white smoke passes through my fingers, I am always inexplicably excited. Yes, I need it. I didn’t know the meaning of loneliness or its existence before. Nowadays, it is as common as drinking water, which is very wonderful. I don’t know if the distance is OK. The flickering cigarette butt in the dark was a lost path. I want to eat ice because my throat is dry due to too much smoke. The old ceiling fan made a harsh sound, and the cabin was filled with smoke. Close your eyes and listen to the young man’s cry. Ten years ago, I missed it. Ten years later, I drifted. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

Stay the lights dim

Fifteen yuan night, stars like rain, Phoenix Xiao move, Jade pot turn. At the dim light, the profile of the woman in Yuanxi looked like a surprise; Many years later, Su Lizhen in “In the Mood for Love” smiled lightly like a dragonfly in the dim yellow and ambiguous light at the corner, we are on the other side of a city. The distance between time and space creates an enduring hazy beauty. If we take a step closer or the light is brighter, that amorous feeling may have been greatly reduced, the beauty is still the same, but the heart changes with the environment. The mystery in the early days is much less. Why not leave a distance to appreciate each other, appreciate the lingering charm outside the poem, the lingering feeling outside the string, and the lingering interest outside the object. Chinese poetry is good at creating artistic conception, or romantic and uninhibited, or sentimental literati and mockers. In their world, mountains can be shy, water can be emotional, flowers can be frivolous, leaves can be sad for autumn, they deliberately keep a certain distance between the body and nature, and use their souls to feel and describe the pulse and breath of all things. What they pursue is not only the truth, but also the aspiration, it is the truth that is most loyal to beauty. The limitation of career gives more freedom to the spirit. Even if there is only a faint flower and shadow swaying in front of me, the White Lotus Flower can still be folded, the Willow Moon on the shore is like Frost, and the dust in the eyes is narrow, the bed is wide with nothing to worry about. The distance makes the poem get rid of the bondage of the rules and regulations, leaving an endless spring scenery. The distance between poetry and reality is brewing for immortality. Can the emotional distance only be equated with estrangement and pain? Hedgehog wanted to get close to each other to keep warm but was hurt by each other’s thorns. The same was true for emotion. Facing each other day and night, he could not realize that once the emotion was everywhere, it was like fermented liquor, becoming stronger and stronger. Only travellers can understand homesickness and have a real sense of home. Some people try hard to stay in a foreign land all their lives, and travel all their lives. At the crossroads, the choice is always the path to a foreign land. On the surface, they lost their family affection and family, which is far from the case. Distance will induce thoughts about oneself, the starting point and destination of life from the opposite side, so it evokes continuous missing. These are really a group of emotional ascals, sacrifice youth to pursue the deep-rooted yearning for home, and go far away regardless of all the falsity. There is no home, and home is everywhere. The most beautiful scenery will always live on the other side, and what you can play carefully will become all mountains and rivers. This distance is a tacit understanding and a commitment. By abiding by the agreement, you can enjoy the scenery on the other side for a long time, go beyond the established distance and step on that land. You may find that the fairyland in your memory is just a desolate and dilapidated island. In fact, why do you insist? Hard to be confused, hard to be confused. With a little distance, we can still Pet the dead branches into spring and Crane hair into children’s face. In today’s day-to-day improvement of the moon landing plan, we are still willing to love the moon far away, her henge, her lair, and the never-tired guiser, even if we know that the surface of the moon is bumpy, full slag taste. Because of the flowing tiles of the Moon, countless happy and sad dreams have been decorated. Between tens of thousands of light years, the moon is still the moon, and I am still me. Hedgehog knows how to keep a proper distance to warm each other. Why do we insist on destroying the distance with good things? Sometimes, between imperfect reality and perfect imagination, choosing the latter is not negative self-Anesthesia. The angle of beauty is free. Only when you are free can you strive to live a better life. Li Yishan once had the wonderful words of leaving residual Lotus to listen to the sound of rain. He never took residual Lotus as the medium, and talked with rain through a layer of beautiful Association, which made people fascinated. Then, it would be better to stay in the dim light, and see that the Yi people are always there. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…