In March, I have a discussion with the text

In March, when the night was dim, the breeze passed, the rain was fine, the willow branches were shaking lightly, the water sounded leisurely, wearing a green shirt and walking alone on the shore, the world of mortals walked slowly like clouds. Flowers are like smoke clouds. People feel that life is so short until they reach middle age. They are used to walking slowly at night, carrying some elegance and some reverie. They often suddenly move in an accidental moment. Therefore, I give my mood to the words to sort out, the shadow of fragrance marks, warm and lonely, drunk Mo Xuan. Touch your silky warmth in the words, there is always a word that touches me. In the green season, you can touch my sadness more, the beautiful season of life, drunk in the world of mortals, looking forward to staying together is like this. I like the spicy wine, but I am disappointed that I am not strong enough to drink. Under the dim light, I always like to read the verses in the literature Group and drink a few cups in front of me. There is no need for red flowers and green willows, nor villas and mansions. I just want to slowly chew my friends’ words in my warm study by the mellow fragrance of wine. I don’t have the poet Li Bai to borrow love with wine, writing the endless verses, you can’t use the wine to input your deep feelings. A plate of small dishes, a transparent cup, and a toast with the words. The pungent drops are enough to hold my mind. A pot of wine in the flower room, drinking alone without blind date. Raise a toast to invite Mingyue and make a photo of three people. Walking in March, wandering in the vastness of Tang Poetry and Song poetry, I like the verses with neat rhythm such as breeze and Lotus shadow, laughing at the world of mortals, fate, happy people, doctor teachers, etc. I also admire the distant sky and lonely crane, and, teachers such as Rong Hua, Nan Feng, Haiyan and so on express their feelings to poetry forever; Like Dawn, Xiao Feng full moon, red leaves Zhiqiu, Lan Xin still, cool weather, late forest, late autumn, Pacific Ocean, beautiful poems such as Jiangxin waterfall; There are also empty Valley Orchid, cold plum in snow, single fishing cold river snow, snow Ying, like snow, music Chi, dream and cloud, red leaves, clear pool green lotus, cool shade, the intoxicating proses such as Linggu teacher; The justice novels with dreams becoming the wind, elegant, dried plum blossoms and excellent teachers; The grass roots, singing in the snow, and the transmission of love by Haier teacher with words; I was supported by the political commissar of Yayun and the goshawls in the snow field; There was a real interview report by the journalist Meng’er, and there was also a misty look at teacher Hua’s expression of the motherland. Reading the essence of Tang poetry strolling among the graceful and bold, drinking a cup of sake, touching the friendship interaction with each other. My heart has no reason to be relieved. Standing at the end of time, I feel more precious time, slowly feel time, and cherish you and me more. A ray of Moonlight often stirs up layers of ripples. Sometimes the Moonlight cannot shine into dreams. When you are silent, it is always the beginning of missing. A distant miss may become an eternal Myth. If you want to say a lot of words, sometimes you can only bury them with blood. Some feelings, maybe it is destined by God, some start, some are destined to be wrong, some are wrong, and people can’t help themselves. At this time, as long as you drink a glass of wine and read a person’s words slowly, you will turn around and leave for her happiness. Now there is only one more fantasy, looming. In March, I missed a song, intoxicating my heart and breaking my heart. I was speechless. I heard my words and sighed softly. In March, I had a conversation with the words, telling the past of the country path and missing the country, I miss my childhood partners, recall the beauty of my first love, recall the lost relatives, make those memories that are about to disappear clear again, drink a mouthful of wine, listen, the Grand Canal will ring again. The bright moonlight always gives people some thoughts and melancholy. Standing alone on the balcony, I don’t know where my heart wanders? Looking up at the sky, through the stars, which one is your eyes, shallow Whirlpool, instantly spread to my heart, lonely. I always like to integrate the appreciated sentences into the blood, making many unforgettable sentences take root in my heart. In the beautiful March, the spring breeze swept away the chill completely. Because the company needs to plant trees over 100 mu of land, I drove to supervise the project every day and worked in the breeze of March, I often feel that I am back to the embrace of nature, because I can’t rest at noon, I feel physically and mentally exhausted. Maybe, I am really old in March of early spring, and the Sunshine injects hope into those who desire warmth, however, I am still a light thought, a light feeling, and a light walk in my footsteps. I like the light rain in early spring, the soft rain, the light meditation and the light smile in the rain. Raindrops fell on the balcony, giving out beautiful sounds of nature, stretching out and taking a drop into the palm, crystal clear, spotless, I was reluctant to touch, I saw your loneliness in this bright raindrop, your sadness and beauty, hold your hands tightly, and also hold the fragments of your life tightly. The season recycles the vicissitudes of people. If life could come back, I would choose this kind of life, a pot of old wine, a glass, a roll of song lyrics, a history book, a plain, A indifferent. In March, I discussed with the characters, feeling the excellence of Tang Poetry and Song poetry, the refinement of character art and the melodious character in the characters. The vast sea of people, acquaintance is the fate, in the text to meet friends, to make friends with the text, the year and month flow, surging endless footsteps, how many years, how much touched, it is worthy of our heart collection, write Eternal Nostalgia with words. At night, put a clear voice, Dancing with the wine glass and words. Many memories, with the hazy and clear feeling of wine, the wine is strong in the internal organs, rubbing the heart, unforgettable Brand of Snow Plum in the wind and rain. I opened the gate of words with a glass of wine, and touched the feeble sigh with my fingertips. A dream, an emotion, an unforgettable period and a lifetime of concern fell down at the bottom of the Cup, A beautiful figure crept up in a trance and fell down for countless long nights, swimming with the wine glasses. Only the mellow in his hand can understand your words. When I was lonely, wine glasses gave me warmth and words gave me mood. I embraced them and strolled in the world of mortals, waiting for the coming of the day again and again, and welcoming the first dawn of the east again and again. March is full of my worries. I take heaven as the curtain and literature as friends. I drink a cup of wine to friends of Yayun Literature Society and original literature in a good mood, releasing a touch, express a true feeling. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…

Divorced woman

I never thought that she was a divorced woman. The woman is not very beautiful, but she has a good figure and wears neatly and cleanly. She looks around forty years old. The bun she put on her head was always so shiny and shiny. On the whole, she looked very energetic. We live in the same building, up and down, often meet. When she saw me, she always nodded and smiled. I also nodded and gave her a smile in return. I often see her playing outside with a seven or eight-year-old girl. The girl is very beautiful, like a sister of milk tea. I thought it was her own child. Once, I heard that girl shouting to a woman: aunt, aunt, hurry up, I’m going to be late! Ningning should be angry with me soon! I saw a woman leading the girl hurriedly running outside the gate of the community. They held hands, like a mother. Once, I went outside to play with my little daughter, and happened to meet that woman with her. My daughter soon played with the girl. The two men laughed and had a good time. I began to talk with women. The woman said that she was here mainly to help her brother-in-law to see the children. Her brother was transferred to Beijing, and her brother-in-law had to go to work, so she couldn’t be busy alone, so she was here to help, it has been two or three years. I am surprised and admire that there are not many people who can throw away their own home and show their children to others. That night, because it was the first time we talked, we didn’t talk much. That day, I had a sore throat and said to her by accident. She said, “When I have time, I will take you to a place where there is a kind of grass called mint grass with strong smell. Take it off and drink it in water, it’s better than taking medicine. One day after dinner, she really took me to a place. She pointed at some green and dense grass and said to me, “Look, these are the things. They look ordinary, but they are very useful. You pick a few articles and smell them, it’s very fresh! I picked a few pieces to smell, but as she said, a fresh smell of mint came to my nose. She helped me pick some more. She said that when she was young and had a sore throat, her mother often used this kind of thing to soak her in water, which was very useful. It would be better in a few days, you can also try it! Indeed, I picked some and went home to soak in water to drink. It would be fine soon. I was very grateful to her. We gradually became familiar with each other, and the topics we talked about became more and more. Once, I asked her, “You are here every day, don’t you want your child? My children? She was stunned and didn’t answer me immediately. It seems to be full of worries. I suddenly felt that she must have a story. I felt a little presumptuous and abrupt. I didn’t continue to ask any more. I was afraid that it might hurt her because she didn’t speak well. As usual, we took the children out to play every night. They had a good time together. We were chatting there, chatting and talking about the children again. She suddenly said to me, you know? I have been divorced for several years. I was shocked. I suddenly felt that she was so pitiful. She told me about her past. She said that when she was young, she was full of longing and longing for the future. But unfortunately, she met her man, men always beat her, and there was nothing wrong with it. They always fought against her violently. At that time, she had already had a son, and her husband was still reluctant to give her up, sometimes for a word, sometimes for a small thing, even for a thing that women would not put on, hit her. For the sake of her son, she endured it at the beginning, but she couldn’t bear it any more. Her family all persuaded her to divorce! Finally, The son was sentenced to her husband, and she went out alone. After the divorce, she fell ill. She was seriously ill and had a tumor on her thyroid gland. Her mother said distressed, “do evil, do evil, all are angry by that bastard man. She didn’t want to see it at first. She lost confidence in life. There was only despair in her heart. She felt herself too tired. Dead end. However, her mother forced her to have an examination and an operation. The doctor said that she recovered well, which was beyond everyone’s expectation. Her illness was already very serious. After walking around the gate of hell, she experienced the test of life and death. She suddenly felt that living was still so beautiful. From then on, she began to cheer up, exercise and do some work within her power. Slowly, her body gradually recovered to health. Now, ten years later, she has forgotten that she is seriously ill. Look, I have a scar here. She pointed at her neck, and I saw, A scar was hideous in her neck, which was the mark of her struggle with the disease. I bought a house, not far from here. She suddenly changed her tone. 150 square meters, I want to decorate it beautifully, there must be a beautiful study, a comfortable bedroom, in addition, I want to plant flowers and grass, flowers and plants can make people feel the beauty of life and the power of living. I also want to bring my parents here and let them enjoy their old age here. When I look at the woman in front of me, how does she seem to be divorced? Why is it like a person who has suffered from a terminal illness? I really want to know where she got so much money, 150 square meters, for a woman who once had a terminal illness. In This medium-sized city, it seems a little difficult for two employees, and how did she earn so much money? She told me that after she recovered from illness, she went abroad with a labor service company. After working there for several years, she had accumulated a large sum of money, it is enough to buy a house for living. When my niece grows older, she doesn’t need me anymore. I still need to find a job. I want to live happily and forget all the diseases and pains, she said. I looked at the woman in front of me. She loved life so much and treated life so strongly and persistently. In the vast world, it was she who told me that life, no matter how big the threshold is, can be crossed by her own efforts. 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…

Smoke and Mirrors

The days after the Spring Festival are still traveling in the two places, and the frequency and rhythm of traveling in the two places are significantly slower than before the festival. That kind of extremely cold weather seemed to be getting farther and farther, and what came across was peace and warm comfort and cozy spring as promised. The plants and flowers outside the house are enjoying the moisture of spring, stretching their lazy waist and arms slowly, and looking at the familiar and unfamiliar world with their sleepy eyes. The scenery inside the house was like a magic trick, quietly changing the former appearance: The Ugly Duckling slowly moved closer to the Swan. As for how to dress up, everyone is happy and happy, once showing spectacular scenes or unique scenes of different opinions: about the long and repeated toss of the wine cabinet; About the helplessness and confusion of a brick wall in the kitchen; doubts and even worries about the hydropower line; Surprise, regret and countermeasures about the sliding door; About the pink wall, painting up and down or coming and going or persistent competition; about the long, short, deep and shallow cabinets, as well as the unseen high and low height; About the real and false of wall-mounted stove and the Overlord clause; About the red, yellow, green, blue and heavy makeup on the TV wall; About the lamps, about the air, about curtains, sofas, and the days after the Spring Festival are still running around the two places. The frequency and rhythm of running around the two places are much slower than before the festival. That kind of extremely cold weather seemed to be getting farther and farther, and what came across was peace and warm comfort and cozy spring as promised. The plants and flowers outside the house are enjoying the moisture of spring, stretching their lazy waist and arms slowly, and looking at the familiar and unfamiliar world with their sleepy eyes. The scenery inside the house was like a magic trick, quietly changing the former appearance: The Ugly Duckling slowly moved closer to the Swan. As for how to dress up, everyone is happy and happy, once showing spectacular scenes or unique scenes of different opinions: the long and repeated toss left the unsatisfactory wine cabinet; the helplessness and confusion about a brick wall in the kitchen finally faded out of sight with the help of neighbors; The doubts and even worries about the hydropower line changed due to the guidance of superior people; The surprise of the sliding door, regret and countermeasures are as if chronic diseases are under observation and treatment; The ending of powder Wall and painting is related to satisfaction and flaw; The cabinet is long and short, deep and shallow, as well as the height and short of unseen fingers, and still the smoke covers around the clouds; boiler and deficiency of true and false and overbearing clause same headache gas anger unceasingly; As for TV wall of red Yellow Blue and nong zhuang dan mo really is everything but that; About Lamps, air conditioners, refrigerators, curtains, sofas and so on, they are still in the stage of watching flowers in the fog and looking at the moon in the water. The days after the Spring Festival are still running around in two places, the frequency and rhythm of traveling between the two places obviously slowed down compared with before the festival. That kind of extremely cold weather seemed to be getting farther and farther, and what came across was peace and warm comfort and cozy spring as promised. The plants and flowers outside the house are enjoying the moisture of spring, stretching their lazy waist and arms slowly, and looking at the familiar and unfamiliar world with their sleepy eyes. The scenery inside the house is just like changing tricks, quietly changing the former appearance: The Ugly Duckling slowly moves closer to the quasi Swan or even the beautiful swan. Everyone is happy about how to dress up, and the spectacular scene or unique scene that once showed different opinions will become a rare aftertaste and recall at dusk! 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