A person’s day

A person’s life is always lazy. I open my eyes every day, open the curtains casually, raise my arms to cover the dazzling sunshine, and I feel it is a kind of happiness. After all, I am still alive. I came to this city built of reinforced concrete with unwillingness to fate, and made an expedition towards the world of spiritual belief. Tiangaodehou do not know, human initial. I twisted my body desperately, just wanting myself not to be easily corroded by the colorful life and then paralyzed. I only know that I am a woman, but I want to live like a man. Breaking off your fingers, all the past, youth time is not much. When youth passes away little by little, the notes of the soul are filled with sweat and bitterness. We, young people, used to spend as much as we could, and then spent the rest of our time desperately saving the time of being entertained by ourselves. With slender fingers to grasp the Gap of Time, helpless, it eventually lost to time. That is our youth! After all, I have left a series of firm and confused footprints. Hold the glass lightly, fill yesterday’s sadness and drink to the moon alone, swallow the stomach full of melancholy. Take the fleeting time and mess up the floating life. I remember that year, she often looked up at the sky and talked about her ideal with the Stars and the moon alone. Although she didn’t know what the ideal looked like at that time, she often heard people talking about it, so she thought it was cool to talk about it. Naive and innocent and lovely, I love that girl. In this year, she was easily captured by setbacks, changed her mind shamelessly and forgot the prototype of her ideal. She was complicated and looked ferocious instantly. I hated and loved her. Walking on the noisy street corner, looking around, it seemed that I couldn’t find a small position belonging to me. Red light, green light, yellow light. Stop, walk, wander. Passing vehicles and pedestrians shuttle through each other. They are actually the same as me. They are all a corner of this city and slaves of this city and life. Among these people, there are poor people, millions of rich people, and beggars who live on begging. Some people are experiencing the pain of losing their relatives, some are ecstatic about getting rich overnight, some are busy rushing for tomorrow’s meeting, and some are drinking coffee, listening to music and enjoying life, that’s Life. I am just a tiny dust in the desert, a small drop of water when the sea shoots waves and flowers. No matter sorrow and joy, pain or hardship, you must always stand up and accept all the baptism given by God. In our life, we can forget rights and honors, but the years we have experienced are unforgettable. Find out the past in the dusty memory and have a hangover, recalling the feelings and feelings at the beginning. 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…

Holy Snow

I always wanted to be a dull light and ethereal snowflake, falling quietly in the winter wilderness in the north. In my far-reaching dream, the snow in my hometown was like the stretch of silver satin. I placed myself in it and saw many wonderful things and the group of birds wandering in the deep blue sky. In many elapsed time, I was inspired by the silent instruction of Snow White, and constantly purified and upgraded all the details in my life in the wind of the world. I know that poetic snow is not equal to natural snow, but if you get involved in life as a pure snowflake, everything will become particularly relaxed, pure and vivid. That would be the unfolding of a story, not the ending. For example, Snow Lotus has the most charming life only when it is in full bloom on the snow mountain in Northwest China; For example, if the holy love like Snow Lotus burns on the endless snow field, that will be the most beautiful and the best setting. For many days, I left the door of my heart open, listening to a piece of snow like poetry and gently knocking at the door. The waiting only once in my life is not necessarily love. When the bonfire in the distance brightens my dim pupil again, I see the snow mountain like a loving old man, that is a kind of detached manner, which is full of mystery in awe. However, after countless baptisms, I saw the slanting Sky narrowing and becoming dry. I wanted to go back to the snow field and search for it at the beginning of my life. The white snow is actually the embodiment of my life or the perfect freehand brushwork. The simplest is the most beautiful. The sanctity and ethereal of snow cannot be replaced by other fragrant flowers. She opened in the deep winter and finally became the blood of the earth; She fluttered, fluttered, as if I stood in the wind. That is a kind of true honesty and selflessness. Holding six snowflakes in hand, the dancing soul can be close to the vast space-time, and quietly turn a wet face at the extreme of the universe. Now, when I look at the North with pure eyes, there will be snow falling into my heart. I felt unprecedented pleasure and intoxication, living as seriously as snow or quietly disappearing, jumping or flowing in the heart of the Earth, which was a poem rather than a fairy tale. I also recalled the snow accumulated in front of my hometown, which was as poetic and picturesque as the waves pushed my dream far away. I walked on the snow, and the clear footprints extended to the ends of the Earth infinitely. Love is the most difficult thing to forget in the world, and love is the one that can never be forgotten. At midnight in the south of the Yangtze River without winter snow, I dreamed back to the great Northeast Plain. On the holy snow, I wrote the tenacity, transcendence and beauty of life. 800 Words Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…