Other side, brightly lit

Another Sunday dusk, every time I take a bus at such a time, there is a special feeling in my heart. The sky was getting dark, and the lights lit up at home. There were beloved songs in my ears. When I went home, I thought about my home, and my thoughts spread out! The dusk of my hometown was wonderful. The fire lit by the grass ash emitted smoke in the mountain behind the house, and the fragrance overflowed, which was the fragrance of the soil; The setting sun hit the straw pile, golden, A frog peaked out, and the bad children rushed forward; The old man led a big and a small two cattle passing by the door on time. The cow’s belly was eating so much that he walked one by one, there was a sound of Moo from time to time, which was very elegant; There were many people coming from the water well on the opposite side, who were carrying water, washing vegetables, washing clothes, and the figure of grandpa who came back from fishing next door, the people in the well gathered around. Grandpa pulled the fishing basket and shared his harvest today with people. He gave out healthy laughter and shook his beard with the well water; A group of our bathing kids, wearing underpants, grabbed a bucket of cold well water and drenched it from head to foot. One of them cooled through the bones with screams everywhere, zhu did not know that once the trousers were not worn stably, a bucket of water was poured down, and the spring suddenly appeared. The partners laughed, Grandpa laughed, the sound of water burst into laughter, and the whole well laughed, the cattle also laughed, so did the mountain. The whole village laughed and went outside to study. They seldom felt the dusk in the mountain, and the sunset in middle school was also beautiful, I remembered a poem written by my deskmate. The Sun committed suicide and the sky was bleeding. This is the sunset. Just the right description is published in our school Journal; The figure trained by the brave men on the track and field, the fragrance of shampoo floating out of the dormitory, and occasionally the coveted vegetable flavor can be smelled. No, it wouldn’t be in the canteen. There were so many dishes in the canteen that the smell was mixed and no fragrance could be smelt; The crazy cheers of girls came from the basketball court, and occasionally the voices of male compatriots fighting; there is also the figure of teacher long sweating like rain in the badminton court, the playground where teacher Zhong ran barefoot; Leaves, yes, in autumn, the ground was covered with wild Zhangye leaves, rushing, rolling over the school gate, I rolled over the teaching building, the playground, the football field, and many sad steps; I ran to the sand alone, grabbed the horizontal bar, one or two, put it down, and climbed up again as if, I felt uneasy in my heart, waiting for someone’s appearance; Of course, singing is also indispensable. In the radio, in the single player, in the classroom, in the big dormitory for 15 people, there were also those duck Childe-like cries in the bathhouse, which were thick and exaggerated, permeating the whole campus, green and astringent. The dusk in Xiangtan is almost blank. In other words, it doesn’t feel the dusk. The time is divided into night and day, sleep and computer, turn on and off, lost and lost immediately, of too much! There are too many to hold a canyang. Up to now, the most beautiful memory in my mind stays on that winter weekend, holding her, like a butterfly, dancing in the playground, Sunset, such a dusk, sweet, compared with all the bloody sunset! At dusk today, it was staged on the bus. The sweat smell of the bus was full of figures returning home one by one. The passengers with different expressions were happy, happy, comfortable, dignified and serious, charming, sad and indifferent people gather here in one direction. Some of these houses are big or small, and some are decorated luxuriously, some of them may be just a rented blank house; Some of these houses also have abundant and Jane, some of them have dinner prepared by the whole family, looking forward to their return, some of them may have no one, only some cold pots. The sky was getting darker and darker, and my thoughts were like the fish pond in grandma’s house after rain. The water in the pond, mixed with some small fish escaping by tricks, spread everywhere. Under the road was a vegetable field, under the vegetable field is Xiangjiang River. The river is calm as usual. On the other side of the river, it is Zhuzhou City. The lights are on one after another. That is my destination. My home tonight, where there are colleagues waiting for my dinner. Thinking of this, warmth came. Let’s go let’s go people always learn to grow up let’s go life is hard to avoid suffering struggle Let’s go find a home for your heart hear the song of Sylvia Chang, let’s go! Although Go! Anyway, the other side is brightly lit! Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

Changing a way

In daily life, facing the monotonous environment and work, I feel boring and boring. For example, every week and every day, when I welcome the upcoming work, I always feel suffering in front of myself, I even have to rush up with my scalp. Facing the familiar home and work environment everyday, we often feel old and single. This boredom always affects our passion of work and life more or less. Because of lack of vitality, we look sad all day long, I can hardly feel the pleasure of work and the beauty of life. In fact, when we think about it calmly, it is because our inner heart loses our strength that it can be reflected to foreign objects and reality, so that we complain to the outside world. If we want to change this depressed mood, we must first change our own mood and observe things with an optimistic and positive attitude, which naturally changes our views on things. Of course, people’s inner world will also be tired, just like physical exhaustion caused by physical exhaustion, the loss of heart will also lead to negative mood. Even what a beautiful thing, as time passes, will also cause aesthetic fatigue. Therefore, in this case, we should learn to adjust our mood, and learn to think about problems, treat things and appreciate things in another way. A new day begins. We don’t have to indulge in the pressure caused by the upcoming work. We can completely put aside this mindset and feel lucky for the upcoming new challenges and gains, it can be imagined that during this day, I will continue to complete my tasks, continue to chat and communicate with my colleagues, and even continue to drink a cup of tea after work, you can also think that you have finished one of several parts of your work this year, and there are still many unknown novelties waiting for yourself in the cycle. A new week begins. Life shows its charm in this small cycle. The work of the previous cycle in the previous phase has come to an end successfully, the latter is like a string of ellipsis extending infinitely. Our ordinary creation will make its connotation more colorful. Besides, in spare time and weekends, we also have a lot of time at our own discretion. Our job is to accumulate and pave the way for our own free world. Facing the working and living environment that we turn a blind eye to every day, the same is true. We need to change our way. For example, you can completely crawl on the desk for half a day, stretch your muscles and bones, and put the messy articles in order again, and even move the desk to a different position, let the crowded space become more open-minded, let yourself and others have a refreshing feeling, and enjoy a little fun in the sound of surprise. Life only favors those who love life itself. It is also the same at home. Take a bath on the sofa while watching TV, or write your fragmentary feelings on your notebook and send them to your microblog and space to share your feelings with friends. Writing a poem does not need many readers’ poems. It is not a kind of recreation and enjoyment to amuse yourself. Of course, if you can win a few cheers, it may not be the catalyst of your soul, taste sweetness and pleasure. Move your desk or bed, reorganize your books, and wear the old clothes you wore before. It seems that you have returned to yesterday and started a new life. You can also get together with friends who haven’t been together for a long time. There will be unexpected surprises and gains. Change the bus to work to walking or cycling, and exercise your body on the way to finish business, After enjoying the scenery, why not do it? In another way, let our heart no longer be deserted and weeds grow, let the seedlings of flowers and trees sprout, and in the moisture of rain and dew, and with the drums of the season, it will thrive until it becomes a forest, our hearts naturally became stronger, because there had been planted shelterbelts there. There were scenery in our hearts, gurgling water, birds and flowers, the sun was shining, and we enjoyed it. The invasion of wind and sand was of no help, and Green stories grew every day. 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…

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May’s words are very soft, and May’s words are written on blooming flowers. The text on the peach blossom is very thin, with slight light pink and slight coolness. Like the wings of flashing butterflies, flying in the blue sky. Peach blossom is always destined with the spring breeze, and is associated with the flowing water. When the summer is approaching, it will drift with the flowing water. The petals off the branches and the butterfly feathers running out of the water gave a slim reputation. How do you know its bitterness? It is cold in March and slightly warm in April, and it receives them one by one. In the soft may, however, it will drift away and chase water to be a ghost without any colorful colors; How can you know its hatred? The east wind will call it in the chilly spring, but banished it in the warm May. It is so fond of blooming when it is bleak, blooming a fresh and bright branch, calling for a warm spring breeze. Let those precious, reserved, hesitant and wait-and-see flowers have enough time to brew and enough reasons to open for the second time. But it was ruthlessly exiled when it burst out. Hate the east wind, too sentimental, no reason for the rain and sunshine that destroyed the whole life, who knows its light and thin difficulties? The short Bloom is not only for a bright and desolate early spring, but also for chasing the passing spring water? It is to leave a branch for the fruit, let the flowers form green fruit, let the green fruit kiss the warm light, and get rich in the garden colors. It is for the purpose that the verses written on peach blossom have a round punctuation. The words written in clove are always so melancholy, with a face of sadness scattered on the branches. It is like a modern poem, ignoring the plain and narrow rhyme, reversing the length and length of sentences, expressing a feeling of sense and confusion. It’s all right. The melancholy feelings of scattered, messy and lavender make every word wrapped with a thick fragrance of flowers, expressing faintly in the sunshine of May. Lilac is very similar to those plain words, spreading on the desolate manuscript paper. Those who come to read always miss it unfortunately, but they are called and attracted, making people feel its existence. Because the fragrance of flowers is so fragrant and strong. The plain clove knows that the flowers blooming with it can be beautiful because of its shape and attractive in color. It is only because of its simplicity and beauty that the plain words are fragrant in the rotten sunshine of May. In the sunshine of May, pear flowers seem different, which makes the words of may shine and add fragrance to each flower. In May, every tree is the most beautiful image, and every one is the most special description in soft words. Plain and elegant colors, faint fragrance of flowers, and luxuriant flowers lined with emerald leaves. The words written on Pear flowers are prose poems with both shape and spirit, expressing bright and beautiful spring, warm summer, there are also soft feelings and slight melancholy. The pear flower courtyard dissolves the moon, and the catkin pond is light and windy. The ancient characters are always so lingering, which let the Moonlight melt into the pear flowers, let the May characters scatter in the fragrance of flowers, and let the readers indulge in the moonlight and breeze. May’s words are very sad, and May’s words drift with those flowers that died early. Flowers are the wings of spring, flying on the gradually mature land with colorful colors. However, as time went into May, those spring flowers who had never experienced the warmth of summer and the quietness of autumn fell dim in the warm sunshine of May, let those infatuated words just written to spring have nowhere to go. Some people say that flowers drift away in order to chase a wave of passing spring water. Some people say that these flowers leave in May in a hurry to end a marriage with spring water. Don’t you know how many hateful ghosts are wandering in the spring water flowing eastward. Spring water is the thought of philosophers, thinking constantly in the east wind. With the continuous wind, my mind will not stop. Like smoke, it floats from the present to the ancient and from the present to the future. The east wind has no intention, which makes the spring water sad constantly, unable to be ignored and cut; Those petals that died early, like spilled words, are colorful on the blue paper, let that boring philosophy have some color, a little more bitterness, and give birth to a lot of emotions. The leisurely spring water was innocent, carrying the fallen flowers wandering around, nowhere to stay, and enchanting the sea; Those unknown waterbirds also came to add a sadness to the spring water. They clung to the water, stretching out their sharp and thin claws, trying to pick up the drifting incense soul and the poem line lost in May. However, the East wind was too urgent, the thoughts were too messy, and the fallen flowers were too scattered. Picking up some wet words added infinite sadness. Waterbirds had no choice but to draw a helpless circle on the water surface, crying euphemistically, like gentle wind, floating on the water surface without any reason. Falling Flowers and flowing water became the theme of May, and the words of May were mixed with infinite sadness. Looking forward to spring in March, the wind of May played an elegan for spring. Is spring coming too hesitant, and is Spring going too hurried? When spring comes and goes, how many evils have been ruined and how many good times have been betrayed? Those flowers blooming in a hurry occupied all the spring light, but they ruined the spring light in May, and sacrificed to bury the passing spring light without hesitation. The flowing water is innocent, carrying the full purpose of falling red and wandering to the east, which ended up being heartless. Fallen Flowers and flowing water spring, too hurry, missed the red flowers. Lamenting and sorrowful, falling flowers and flowing water have made the poet’s good sentences and the poet’s masterpiece. Rain transverse wind crazy san yue twilight, door mask dusk, numerous liu chun live. Tears asked flowers and flowers without words, red flew over the swing. The writing of May is very messy. Spring comes and goes again, and the spring flowers are withered, which confuses the lyric poems. The spring breeze in April has just warmed up, and the steps of spring have just stepped into the lintel of May, but suddenly I find that spring has quietly returned, and the gradually soft words in the spring breeze become a little flustered. As soon as the draft was finished, there were countless red, chaotic chapters, wrong punctuation, and I didn’t know whether to be happy or sad. A draft was spread in the Heaven and Earth in May. I didn’t know how to edit it and how to decorate it into a book. The description of spring is lost, and the poem of summer has not been drawn up yet. People who write poems do not know why they have a special liking for spring. They are looking forward to spring, Yingchun, Appreciating Spring and sighing for spring when summer comes. May is the season of spring and summer alternation. The words of May do not cheer for the coming of summer, but the lines of poems that hurt Spring are like sad fallen England, spreading all over the notes of poems in May. Maybe it is because of the brightness and beauty of spring, maybe it is because of the short duration of spring, maybe it is because the flowers that just bloom and are about to drift are lamenting, maybe it is those that bloom in the desolation, the Vanished life in the luxuriant period makes people feel disappointed that there will be flowers when flowers bloom, but in this May, I just saw the flowers in my eyes, and I just experienced the long grass and the flying of warblers. I suddenly saw countless drops in England, which was a little, it is a little pain without thinking. Forget that spring flowers can only bloom in the spring light. When it is time to end, leaving in time is a kind of reason and precious courage. Four Seasons is an orderly cycle of a year, and spring and summer are a grand gathering of flowers competing. Spring flower is just the prelude, and the gorgeous summer is the main melody of the grand meeting. Therefore, may words can be soft, sad, flustered, or gorgeous. 2012-5-17 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…