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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If you miss her, please come to the sad place to find

If you read, please go to the sad place to find. She has been planting a flower called sadness in this castle. These days, she quietly sank to the unfathomable abyss. Therefore, she didn’t surf the Internet or write blogs. She only read some tragic words about her or others. She wants these words with the flower of sorrow to wear her flower of sorrow, and mourns every colorful sorrow in May with the former sorrow. There are some mottled and thick feelings in mourning these sorrows. She also needs to nurture the calamity that time bestowed on her with splendid glory with the luxuriant tears. These catastrophes which could take her life showed an incomparably beautiful smile, just like the bright red cherry coming out of Wenchuan, the gesture of a lot of fireworks, and the smell of lingering in the posture of lovers. She no longer contacted anyone, chatted with others, talked on the phone, whether men or women. She wanted to hide quietly with an evasive attitude, and told them with a handsome attitude that those friends who got along day and night: She was very tired, with a lot of tears to flow, and a lot of sorrow to suffer, there are a lot of pain to be painful, and there are a lot of unrelieved feelings that need her to feel as always. Because, all the sound music could not blow out notes, and the color of her cry was not the color on the Sound music, but the color painted on the sound of these cries, which was as beautiful as fireworks. Those sound operas lying with eyes closed were a season with shackles, and they had followed. It can be known that she gave herself a pair of shackles, and she would treat those colorful and innumerable accusations with adherence and silence. These very bright and firm accusations, she knew, could not be clarified, even if it falls into the Yangtze River, it will not wash off the colors full of heavy metals. She burnt countless keys to open the shackles by herself, making the shackles in her heart bear bright fruits. Knowing that she knew herself very late, many experiences told her that no matter how sincere she was to others, she couldn’t make people satisfied. No matter how honest she was, she couldn’t get the title of honesty. No matter how arrogant she was, all should be considered so arrogant, just a fake gesture. It is known that some disasters come together many times, just like the wind and rain, following each other, touching each other, then interweaving, Twining, swinging, and laying flowers one by one on all things, destroy everything, and regenerate everything. Treetop, grass, small life, mountain streams, rivers, will be unparalleled beauty. Guangyao. In the daytime, she cried with her heart, and her heart was broken and painful. All the pain gathered in her heart into a blunt knife, or a whip, destroying her and lashing her. Every time at this point, she really appreciated the taste of rivalry. Every day, it is so reincarnation, so brilliant. Those glittering tears had dyed her collar or pillow which could not be dried up. She will pay tribute to haobai with haobai, and exchange for rest with glittering and translucent. Put the past on a bamboo pole as the feather coat of the tomb, then burn the past, and then worship the past as paper money. At night, she was going to sit on the heart of the day and stand tall and straight in a round of memories. However, the more you want to be straight, the more withered you will be, the more straight you will be, the more decadent you will be. I stayed up all night without closing my eyes or speaking. I just used crying to go through crying, eulogizing the darkness and mourning the light. She planted a plant called sadness, poured bitter gall water on the leaves, and sprayed each piece of petals with Coptis soup. This kind of plant has been extremely luxuriant and delicate. Every leaf glows with fluorescence, and every page of petals is reborn in the clear spring she flows out. She has been crying her left hand into a numb posture for a week, and the whole arm can give off the smell of hemp. She didn’t go to cure, and she also said that she would sob all the time, so that she could go to heaven quietly in the last sob. She didn’t know whether there was heaven, but she believed that there must be her spiritual position in heaven. Her name was engraved on that black and black tablet, which was full of her sadness. The words engraved with tears, which she could imagine, were very beautiful. In this way, she was calm and fell. While feeling the gorgeous beauty of sinking, while enjoying the blooming of flowers full of sorrow on the cliff in the abyss. Those colorful, fragrant and immersed flowers, at this moment, have rendered this canyon into a splendid peach blossom. 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