Birthday gift

At the age of 30, I want to give myself a wonderful gift. My birthday before the age of 17 is spent in my mother’s full of love. I have left my warm home and mother’s arms since I was 17 years old. Every birthday when I stepped into the society, I would give myself a day off and 365 days of busy work, I hope that one day I will be relaxed and free! 18, 19, 20 these beautiful figures have become the past. Maybe we can still meet in dreams and meet me quietly in dreams, let me still vaguely feel the beauty brought by youth in my heart. Is it bad to have a dream? In the dream, the young and lovely little woman in a white dress wandered in the warm sunshine and danced in the crowd of azaleas. The wind blew my long hair and raised my skirt, which was so touching that it made me jealous and mad! Youth, nice! In the world, money can be wildly squander, while young people can’t afford to squander. Time hurriedly takes away my youth, and also takes away the horrible numbers of my life dreams 30, 31, 32, he was coming towards me without mercy, attacking my youth and sniffing at my face. Those crooked lines slowly climbed up my smooth cheeks, making me stop in front of the mirror, the ticking hour hand pricked my heart like a sharp blade! Once, I was afraid of growing up and hoped to care for my parents forever; Once, I also hoped to grow up, but my troubles were endless when I grew up; Once, I thought the world was so beautiful, however, the fact was not what I thought; Once, how many ideals and ambitions were strangled by reality in the end; Once, I thought that people could be honest and relative, but the deeper the world was, the more you see it clearly, the more benefits you find between people! Once, I was eagerly looking forward to the approaching birthday, dressing up in front of the mirror, waiting for flowers and gifts in the house, waiting for the boys to be the first to offer their hospitality, enjoy this grace and the happiness belonging to youth! Now when I recall it, it is still like a movie. The picture is played repeatedly, as if it was yesterday. It seems that the taste of green can still be tasted. It is so sweet, so beautiful, and so nostalgic! Now, the day of 3.15 makes me scared and makes my heart tremble slightly, old and old. These terrible words hurt my eyes, the first birthday gift I receive every year is my mother’s phone: Happy birthday, baby, eat delicious food, and be in a good mood! Every time I couldn’t help crying, my son, what a kind nickname, no matter how old I am, no matter how many vicissitudes I have experienced, in my mother’s eyes, I am still just a little child, still young, people need pain and care. Only in my mother’s arms can I enjoy this peace and calm, and enjoy this spoil and warmth! 3.15 is approaching, and it is only 8 days. I must give myself the most special and beautiful gift. I want to go back to Xiangyin alone, to the small mountain forest that belongs to me. At this time, it should be the blooming season of azaleas on the hillside. I want to go back to that red sea of flowers, and I want to lie in that delicate flower, enjoy this relaxed mood quietly! Beautiful march, under the pure sky, among the red azaleas, I want to have a lazy, relaxed and peaceful sleep! Recently, I am too tired, weak and dependent. I have been struggling to survive sadly as a dodder grass! Strong and independent, I always want to do it! I don’t have to talk to my mind! Happiness does not have to depend on smile! Silence does not have to be broken! Fantasy does not have to daydream! Love doesn’t have to be love! Marriage does not have to be love! I won’t have bad luck all my life! Pray, good luck will come quietly with the coming of 30 years old! Calm, calm, strong, independent, I gave myself the best birthday present for 30 years old! 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…

Are you okay in Taipei?

The night is deep, the Moonlight is like water over the windowsill, the ground is scattered, my thoughts are floating, at this time, is the street of Taipei full of your wandering footsteps? I have a lot of thoughts and feel in a trance that the text message has not been returned for a long time; The mobile phone is blocked, as always, this is not your style of doing things. After repeated calls, the world seems to be blind; Suddenly I find that you have become illusory. I held it in my hand and there was nothing else except your words. I walked through your lines again and again, but lost again and again. I began to doubt myself that I was not your beauty and vanilla? Then I may be a little confused by your scenery when you pass? I don’t know where to spread a kind of pain, but I can’t tell it clearly, but it is like a knife and arrow stabbed, big fear, startled, tears filled my pillow, and it is also a dream. But breath breath still, love dearly as before, miss you, strong. A kind of lovesickness, two idle sorrows. It seems that it is just a week of Taipei public faction, but time is like entering the track of stagnation, and every inch can not move away the date that should disappear. When lovesickness comes into words, the mood is drifting like falling red, which is filled with gurgling water. Dreams become the only luggage. In express delivery, people who can arrive are always complaining of tears and pain. The attention to Taipei and the island is growing at an unprecedented speed. No one knows why I am so fascinated. In the shining corner of Xingchen, I opened a small secret silently and touched it alone: I care about a city only because there is someone who makes me lonely now. The poetry from your ears: I am on your hill, you are on my heart; You are the sleepless night of my life, you are my blooming flowers! Lonely as you, lonely as me! Warm feelings are covered with the imprints of missing; Wisps of sadness and silky sorrow turn into engraved marks in the bottom of my heart. For several days, my friends looked at me losing weight, seeing my less and less words, but they didn’t expect that I lost myself. A simple reason, even if there is wind and rain, you should stick to the happiness on the petals for you. There is a gentle wind outside the house. Is Taipei the same? There is no elegance of playing the lute at night, as if someone murmured in a dream, fuzzy and warm. Are you tired or not? OK, only single shadow, you, heart can sleep? When the street was already cold and clear, my mind was crowded on the road. Calculate your return time and look forward to meeting you at that moment. Towards your direction, my eyes are full of dark fragrance, and I will sneak my missing again and again. Under The knot of your hero to the south, I will stand on the Hill of my hometown as the wound that Soma flower is looking forward. Count your heartbeats and recall all your good things in the loneliness. There is a book saying that it is good to love to eight points, save two points for yourself, or you will feel heartbroken and helpless. But I am willing to reach ten. I believe that from the past life to this life, I and you have always been a ghost. Tonight, my thoughts are like the overflowing moonlight, more like the beautiful chapters of butterflies flying in the poem. This is the rain Festival in Taipei. I can’t accompany you to watch the rain, but the water drops are cool and cool with me, accompanying you under the lonely umbrella; I will hide my concerns in the bottom of my heart when I meet, afraid that your melancholy eyes will melt my melancholy, because no one knows you better than me! I am writing quietly, pouring out warmth and happiness, and writing the eternal lovesickness into the end of the text. You are the only understanding and yearning I want. The days are very long and the years are very busy. Let’s stay and enjoy the vicissitudes together. Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) 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…