Listening to music at midnight: the promise of fingertips

Night, cloud hazy yu meng long. I sat alone in front of the window and felt the tranquility belonging to this city. I looked at the world of the world of mortals, the wind and rain, the sorrow, the flashing lights and the ups and downs in my heart. Love is the eternal myth, always pouring out beautiful legends. The sky is not old, love is also long, love is difficult, hate is also long. The vast sea of people, the world of mortals rolling, your smile, we met beautifully. The dance which was tied to the fingertips in a square inch of land kept spinning, and the ten fingers kept playing on the keyboard. The beating notes tightly tied the two hearts which were originally strange from all over the world. The love that met in the mountains and waters, with red words, is hard to tell the heart of thousands of attachment, thousands of tender feelings. Heart Rain, fluttering all over the floor, moistens the feeling of lovesickness. The moment the love touched the cheek, there was a feeling of happiness overflowing. The hazy eyes turn into the lingering around your fingers in a moment. Maybe it was the previous life agreement that made our emotions experience twists and turns before we got acquainted and fell in love with each other in this life. The following days were full of romance, which made each other happy with each other and mutual affection, made a promise of love. After experiencing the ups and downs of emotions, facing the fate that can not be met, facing deep love and deep love, why don’t I cherish the warm feelings after the storm? Living in this complicated world, a red line of the old man under the moon strung two loving hearts and began to hold hands with each other. How happy, sweet and hopeful the two men and women are in love. People in the world of mortals always look forward to having an eternal love, hoping to stay together forever, hope life and death. Meet rocks crumble, End of Time. To death to make silk, wax torch Ashes tears. How many lovers in the world of mortals have ever promised an oath of love? How many lovers have ever made sweet promises in the world of mortals? Making a promise of love is really fascinating and disoriented. When we make a promise of love, maybe we don’t know that there are still many changes in our future life, and there are still many factors that cannot realize our promise, commitment will change along with the change of time and space. Those fragile promises, like the lonely leaves swaying in the wind, can not stand the test of time, space or material. In today’s materialistic society, it is really hard to say how long you can love someone. How long can a promise of love last? How long can a given love last? Maybe time can really dilute and change everything. The promise once made and the dream weaved painstakingly in my heart finally blew away by the wind. How many people can keep the promise until the end? And that beautiful fairy tale can only become a secret hidden deep in my heart. Marriage is the world of two people, and it is the combination of two people with totally different thoughts, characters, concepts and characters. This requires us to irrigate this beautiful flower with our heart. If you really love a person, you don’t need to make too many promises. To fulfill the promise with actions is far more beautiful than verbal promises. We only want a stable, comfortable and peaceful home for the promise of love. When we were kids, our original and purest promises were nothing more than hooking fingers, pulling hooks and hanging ourselves, and never changing for one hundred years. Commitment has its weight, either as light as a feather or more important than Mount Tai. To love a person, what you need is not commitment, but more dedication and responsibility. When you love and care for this emotion with your heart, time will give you the most real commitment. The pledge of love between lovers is to trust each other and cherish each other’s rare love. In my opinion, the tacit understanding of lovers should be the tacit understanding of soul, and the promise of lovers should be the promise of life and death, which is by no means the setting sun on the sea and clouds in the sky. The vicissitudes of the world are changing and the world of mortals is changing. Don’t expect others’ promises, and don’t expect life to give us too little feedback. I thought that only by helping each other can we share our sufferings and see the true feelings on the rough road, this is the promise of lovers love. True love has to pay a price. When giving promises to others, please give a sincere heart to keep all your promises away from false feelings and abandon cheating and perfunctory, let each other see the most sincere side. As long as we are sincere to each other and everyone gives their inner integrity, a promise can warm the whole world. You give the promise a smile, and the promise will give you a hug. In the long river of life, life is short and fleeting. We are all passers-by of time, and what belongs to us is only a short life in a hurry. We not only enjoy the grace of the stars, but also laugh at the beauty of the Moon flowers, but also appreciate the rugged hardships, plain loneliness, and too many promises make our hearts tired and tired, how can easily commitment? How can we easily give up our promise? If destined, there is no need to promise true love, A warm word, a touch of looking forward to your eyes, the promise of your fingertips, your heart will float far away with you, you are me, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love it is a dream if love is an empty scene, the sad and beautiful love has been deeply planted. Even if love is a dream, even if love is an empty scene, waiting for your next life, the promise at your fingertips, the promise at your fingertips, the promise at midnight, listen to music, after listening repeatedly and listening to the promise of fingertips for countless times, a Mao, a popular online singer from Wenzhou, Zhejiang province, showed his passion, which was full of strong appeal, I was moved by the attachment to love conveyed in the song, and my heart couldn’t calm down at night for a long time. The clouds were hazy and the rain was hazy. I sat alone in front of the window and felt the tranquility belonging to this city. I looked at the world of the world of mortals, the wind and rain, the sorrow, the flashing lights and the ups and downs in my heart. Love is the eternal myth, always pouring out beautiful legends. The sky is not old, love is also long, love is difficult, hate is also long. The vast sea of people, the world of mortals rolling, your smile, we met beautifully. The dance which was tied to the fingertips in a square inch of land kept spinning, and the ten fingers kept playing on the keyboard. The beating notes tightly tied the two hearts which were originally strange from all over the world. The love that met in the mountains and waters, with red words, is hard to tell the heart of thousands of attachment, thousands of tender feelings. Heart Rain, fluttering all over the floor, moistens the feeling of lovesickness. The moment the love touched the cheek, there was a feeling of happiness overflowing. The hazy eyes turn into the lingering around your fingers in a moment. Maybe it was the previous life agreement that made our emotions experience twists and turns before we got acquainted and fell in love with each other in this life. The following days were full of romance, which made each other happy with each other and mutual affection, made a promise of love. After experiencing the ups and downs of emotions, facing the fate that can not be met, facing deep love and deep love, why don’t I cherish the warm feelings after the storm? Living in this complicated world, a red line of the old man under the moon strung two loving hearts and began to hold hands with each other. How happy, sweet and hopeful the two men and women are in love. People in the world of mortals always look forward to having an eternal love, hoping to stay together forever, hope life and death. Meet rocks crumble, End of Time. To death to make silk, wax torch Ashes tears. How many lovers in the world of mortals have ever promised an oath of love? How many lovers have ever made sweet promises in the world of mortals? Making a promise of love is really fascinating and disoriented. When we make a promise of love, maybe we don’t know that there are still many changes in our future life, and there are still many factors that cannot realize our promise, commitment will change along with the change of time and space. If you don’t have enough confidence and courage to realize everything you said, don’t say it out easily. What you promised is not as simple as it was. Those fragile promises, like the lonely leaves swaying in the wind, can not stand the test of time, space or material. In today’s materialistic society, it is really hard to say how long you can love someone. How long can a promise of love last? How long can a given love last? Maybe time can really dilute and change everything. The promise once made and the dream weaved painstakingly in my heart finally blew away by the wind. How many people can keep the promise until the end? And that beautiful fairy tale can only become a secret hidden deep in my heart. Marriage is the world of two people, and it is the combination of two people with totally different thoughts, characters, concepts and characters. This requires us to irrigate this beautiful flower with our heart. If you really love a person, you don’t need to make too many promises. To fulfill the promise with actions is far more beautiful than verbal promises. We only want a stable, comfortable and peaceful home for the promise of love. When we were kids, our original and purest promises were nothing more than hooking fingers, pulling hooks and hanging ourselves, and never changing for one hundred years. Commitment has its weight, either as light as a feather or more important than Mount Tai. To love a person, what you need is not commitment, but more dedication and responsibility. When you love and care for this emotion with your heart, time will give you the most real commitment. The pledge of love between lovers is to trust each other and cherish each other’s rare love. In my opinion, the tacit understanding of lovers should be the tacit understanding of soul, and the promise of lovers should be the promise of life and death, which is by no means the setting sun on the sea and clouds in the sky. The vicissitudes of the world are changing and the world of mortals is changing. Don’t expect others’ promises, and don’t expect life to give us too little feedback. I thought that only by helping each other can we share our sufferings and see the true feelings on the rough road, this is the promise of lovers love. True love has to pay a price. When giving promises to others, please give a sincere heart to keep all your promises away from false feelings and abandon cheating and perfunctory, let each other see the most sincere side. As long as we are sincere to each other and everyone gives their inner integrity, a promise can warm the whole world. You give the promise a smile, and the promise will give you a hug. In the long river of life, life is short and fleeting. We are all passers-by of time, and what belongs to us is only a short life in a hurry. We not only enjoy the grace of the stars, but also laugh at the beauty of the Moon flowers, but also appreciate the rugged hardships, plain loneliness, and too many promises make our hearts tired and tired, how can easily commitment? How can we easily give up our promise? If destined, there is no need to promise true love, A warm word, a touch of looking forward to your eyes, the promise of your fingertips, your heart will float far away with you, you are me, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love it is a dream if love is an empty scene, the sad and beautiful love has been deeply planted. Even if love is a dream, even if love is an empty scene, waiting for your next life, the promise at your fingertips, the promise at your fingertips, the promise at midnight, listen to music, after listening repeatedly and listening to the promise of fingertips for countless times, a Mao, a popular online singer from Wenzhou, Zhejiang province, showed his passion, which was full of strong appeal, I was moved by the attachment to love conveyed in the song, and my heart couldn’t be calm for a long time. 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…

There is a mother’s love

The songs of childhood will still come out in my dream. I snuggle up in your arms to see your kind face, and my gentle eyes greedily enjoy the warmth, comfort and rich milk fragrance mother, your name makes me burst into tears —— inscription when I was young, I thought that if I became a poet, the first poem must be about you. Write about your young face, your gentle kiss, your pulse and frankincense, and your deep love. And your addiction to me, the skin that makes me intoxicated and your arms that completely release myself. I wander in the Sunshine of Your Love, and you gently call me, which always makes me shake my body and hands happily. You always fondle my face affectionately and cover the corner kicked away by me with a smile. You always sew clothes for me late at night, but I climb up the treetop in it to show off to my friends. I never have to worry about rain, because you will always wait for me outside the classroom with an umbrella after school. You are never willing to beat me. Even if I make mistakes, you will always teach me patiently and gently. When I first traveled to study, I began to miss everything you gave me. The sun, moon and stars you washed beside the well, the blue smoke you lit in the kitchen, the gentle spring breeze and drizzle you sang beside my pillow, your warm hug and your natural fresh smile, your bright and open mind, your serious and sincere hope, and your gradually aging appearance. Time is the most outstanding artist, carving the face of the old tree at the entrance of the village with one knife and one knife, carefully reaching the smallest texture. At the same time, you will also engrave the continuous love and the passing past on your forehead. I really want to lower my head and kiss those textures, so as to relive the little bit of childhood, experience selfless dedication, feel noble watering, recall thick records, and the silent bitterness and pain. However, you never gave me such an opportunity. Even if your hands are full of thick cocoons and your eyes are dim, even if your hair is gray and wrinkles are all over your face; Even if your body is old and your back is gradually bent; even if you keep the loneliness and finally look forward to the child’s short return, you will always replace it with a hug with tears. Hugging is almost the only way for children to repay you. How eager I am to hold my heart to you, how eager I am to sing my love to you, how eager I am to write a poem to praise you. However, everything I can do seems so tiny under your kind care and greetings. My father gave birth to me, my mother gave me a bow, but I was speechless. I could only appreciate it in your most generous gift. There is a kind of love, which contains countless feelings. There is a kind of love that holds up the vast sky. There is a kind of love that irrigates the strong growth. There is a kind of love that hides the bitterness of giving, lasting and affectionate tolerance wishes the world a happy Mother’s Day, and may the children of the world be filial to their parents! 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…

Life of spot

All kinds of people around us are like shining light spots one by one, which surround us in a beautiful halo. Gradually, some light spots were worn out and fell. At the same time, new spots were added to our Halo. Some time ago, I learned from my friend’s QQ signature that the head teacher of their class died of illness. My friend is in the neighbor class of my neighbor class, and I also know their head teacher, so I recalled their head teacher casually. From the brain, the pictures made by searching through cases and cabinets and the buried memory fragments are as clear as film tapes. The breath swirled around my throat, bumping like stagger, shaking me for a long time. In the past four years, four of the people I know have never met with me. Since I was young, it seems that this kind of thing happened most in this period of time, perhaps because I didn’t know so many people before. Although they are not very familiar with me, and some may have only met once, they remembered that there were me and them in some pictures, but now, these will not be repeated. When memory can only be memory forever, and the hope of reunion is pulled away from the brain like being pulled from the bottom of the pot, a fire is extinguished forever, and it seems that a piece of meat is dug from the bottom of my heart, and a burst of pain that cannot be filled. That teacher, he didn’t teach me, most of her deeds were hearsay. To be honest, most things are not good. Perhaps, she was strict with her students and cared a lot. Her students often complained about her and gave her the wrong number. However, this is also normal, which teacher has not been nicknamed by students. Every morning, she is catching students who are late. I always saw the students in their class rushing up the stairs hurriedly within two minutes of being late. She was on the stairs, laughing and scolding her students. From my outsider’s point of view, I felt that scene was particularly funny. The teacher was not as fierce as they described, but somewhat cute. But I met her occasionally in the corridor. She always smiled and saw such a warm attitude. Even students I didn’t know would come forward to say hello, I thought. Apart from those views of dissatisfaction with her, at least she gave me a kind feeling. She and I also had an unusual experience. One day in senior three that year, the morning exercise Bell rang as usual. It was unavoidable to go downstairs to do exercises, although no one liked that. Our classroom is on the fifth floor. At this time every day, when we go downstairs, the stairs become more and more crowded. After doing morning exercises, the stairs become more and more depressed. At that time, I was pinching every day when I went to school. In order to get more sleep, I took breakfast to school and then ate it. Generally, I took a rest of ten minutes after finishing morning exercises. I went upstairs after the morning exercise that day, maybe I was too tired several days ago, maybe I suddenly had something wrong with insulin, a burst of sigh from the bottom of my heart, and more and more flowers in front of my eyes, so I struggled to support the third floor, he fainted with a meager consciousness. In a trance, I heard someone say, ah, what happened to this student. Then someone came up to help me. I tried to see each other clearly and learned that I was the head teacher of my friend’s class. I was helped to sit down in the office on the third floor by her. My whole body was weak, and I couldn’t care about the rules and regulations, so I was on the table. With the fulcrum, I finally have more strength to stick to it. The teacher brought me a bottle of milk and a pack of biscuits. I didn’t feel embarrassed to drink milk. I ate a small pack of biscuits. Finally, I have the strength. I think the teacher thanked me. She smiled and said that she was not polite, and also complained that the school was really inhuman. She asked students to get to school so early and didn’t let them eat in the classroom. It was impossible for people with poor health to bear it. It seemed that there was finally someone who understood myself in the vast sea of people. I was so pleased that I almost burst into tears. Tears do not all represent grievance, but also happy for someone to understand his grievance. After graduating from high school, although I didn’t expect to visit that teacher, I didn’t want her to disappear from the world. Sometimes life really catches people off guard. Obviously, it is still a vivid figure. If you turn around, you may be separated from Yin and Yang. The light spots that make up the halo are constantly changing. When one day, all the light spots are burnt out, and there is no new one to supplement, we will finish our whole life. 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…

Heart Cheng

In the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, it rained heavily for three days. In addition to the sound of rain and wind, only the sound of broken branches remained in the quiet campus. The school is already on holiday. The lab is still a busy scene, with the sound of turning books and the sound of keyboard ringing through the whole lab. The thunder and wind are two different worlds with us. The three-day national mathematical modeling contest for college students caught up with the Mid-Autumn Festival last year. On the 14th day of the lunar calendar, I wore headphones and listened to my brother’s Happy Birthday song from Guangdong. Tears swirled around my heart. I celebrated my birthday every year alone, but on that day, I am listened to the only voice I could distinguish among a crowd of people and noisy voices. In three days, the rain didn’t stop, and it didn’t seem to be a little small. I didn’t bring an umbrella. In fact, it didn’t work even with an umbrella. Such a heavy rain and wind, umbrella, it’s just a comfort, that’s all. 9 yue 10, modeling start of first day. There are two questions, single choice. All people are making decisions, wandering choices and difficult decisions. I am captain, but the captain at that moment was useless. It was just a representative, a title. In the difficult decision, I chose question D. However, the road was different. They decided on question C, and they had already discussed about it. If you go D, it will prove that I am alone. By this time, a day had passed, and it was already seven o’clock in the afternoon. What I only have is the idea of 1.0 stars. I left my seat and turned left out of the laboratory door, which was the window of the aisle. Raindrops slapped on the edge of the window. I lay on the window, looking at the dark sky and the lonely auditorium. How to choose is at this moment. There is no time to wait. Choose D, I am alone, programming, writing papers, building models, all need to do; Choose C, four people, but what will happen, I have no bottom. The rain did not stop and the wind was blowing. My mind was clear at that time. I thought a lot with my eyes closed, and finally decided to D. So I went my own way. Two days and two nights, I slept for three hours, washed my face countless times and used cold water. After a meal, my teammates brought it for me. I have never been out of the laboratory or back to the dormitory. My hands were always on the keyboard, and I didn’t dare to take off the earphones. I was afraid that without music, I would not be able to hold them down. My eyes began to become blurred and my hands began to become sallow when I didn’t sleep in the 38th hour, I can only see the color. I don’t have a clear consciousness, but I still stick to it. Modeling, programming, debugging, obtaining results, writing papers, printing, sealing bags, and then submitting them. 9 yue 12 at eight, all finally over, the laboratory, the rain has stopped, only slightly-style, without eating, directly Ben dormitory, sleep. I spent the next week in chaos. The choice from the beginning was my own decision, so I had to bear everything by myself. In November, the result of Shaanxi came out. The result that one person persisted from beginning to end unexpectedly won the prize. At that moment, I didn’t feel anything. This is just the result. And those things, those days, have been dusty. 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…

Suomo River suomo

I love the rivers in my hometown, the grass and trees, and the four seasons of the year. The bottom of the Qing Dynasty, the bank of the Somo River-the Somo River-my lovely hometown is beside you by the river-the land growing up in the memory of the Somo River-home, I always wanted to walk out of the mountain and walk out of you when I was, out of your arms out of your call, but my heart can’t walk out of your call, my lovely Somo River, you tell thousands of years of love, Somo River, I am grew up drinking your milk, listening to your songs, listening to your call, I came home, I am grew up in your lullaby, lying in your arms, in my dream, I came back to your arms again and again. You are the place where I always miss forever. Once again, I came back to your arms-home in your call. 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…

Greed

I will continue to stay with this city in another way 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…

Wu and bu wu

When I was sick, all the mountains and rivers lost color. I can’t see it, but still feel my pale face strongly. A pain is involved and lingering. If you don’t go for a long time, everyone will be defeated. Start to collapse, start to decay, start to blame yourself for this bad, that bad, all kinds of bad. In fact, in medicine, this is just a common problem. People don’t know how to cherish until they lose. Only when you are sick can you cherish the relaxed beauty and those days when you can sleep and eat well. What is happiness? After many years, we realized that health is really fundamental and a very serious thing. Before we understood it, we squander our health presumptuous, thinking that it was no big deal, thinking that our body could be very strong, and we could recover by ourselves at will if it was destroyed. It was not until one day that I fell ill and could recover in three or two days that I realized that I had lost my health, other things, no matter how happy they are, will eventually feel unfortunate. Buddha said: There are eight sufferings in life: life, old age, illness, death, love separation, long-lasting resentment, no need to ask, no need to let go. I pondered one by one, picked up and put down, and finally couldn’t say anything for a long time. Eight bitter, everything is unspeakable bitter. We just in red Wanli, after death. Search up and down, search hard, but also encounter love separation, can’t ask. Therefore, we complain about each other for a long time, and we can’t let ourselves go. Helpless look back again, is Centenary body. I spent my whole life in a hurry. Not enough love, not enough hate. Centenary body. Is a palingenesis. Love, hate, love, hatred, no matter how hard you can’t let go, you have to let go. No matter how reluctant I am, I have to go back. Everything in the world is no longer related to oneself. But behind us, the sun still shines brightly on that big tree. In the garden, there are still flowers, red flowers and green willows. The world is still noisy, and the pointer of time is still turning ceaselessly. The story belonging to us has been sealed up and no one will mention it any more. So the Buddha told us that we should see all kinds of empty things clearly, and learn to understand without any hindrance, so as to stop all sufferings. We really don’t understand these words when our eyes pass. You see, Buddha said: life is created by oneself, and life is born by heart. Everything in the world is an illusion. The heart does not move, everything does not move. The heart remains the same, everything remains the same. How should we practice to reach this level. How heart does not move? How to understand without any problem? Five Aggregates? But we have to run away in the world of mortals everyday, with old and young, accompanied by lovers. How can we not hold it? There will be hatred if there is love. How can there be no love or hate? How boring it is. How do we survive without love? A little baby knows how to cry for love as soon as he is born. Only when he has a warm embrace can he feel safe. When I think of a sentence, I have to experience everything before I understand it. Another sentence occurred to me: OK, I forget the pain after the scar. That’s us. Therefore, we have experienced it and seem to understand it. But after the wound was healed, he put that layer of knowledge aside, and even gradually forgot. There is no way, even if you know love, you will be hurt by love; If you hate, you will also be implicated by hate; If you love, you will be moved, and you can’t control it. Even if you know, the deeper you love, the deeper you hate; Even if you know that this bottle of wine will hurt your stomach and liver, you will still drink it or have to drink all kinds of bitterness. It turns out that we have never realized, because we are people in the world of mortals. Maybe once you come, you have to love, hate, care about, disappointed, and walk happily, so as not to show that a hundred years of life is pale. In the end, enlightenment or not, understand or not, a reincarnation eventually turned over. Close the book of life. How many people will understand? How many people will understand? How many people will be willing to come back to love and hate again? Anyway, this is the life you choose. After writing all the vicissitudes of life one by one, leave it to yourself for final examination. Have you handed in your papers seriously? Or, isn’t it, or will it be so vacant? Wu or not, after all, they have all been here. Regret or no regret, after all, only you know. 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…

Meet warm, shou hou yankon

[Heart mark] Not everyone who passes by can know each other, nor everyone who knows each other can know each other. I have been asking myself that I have been wandering in the Internet for so many years, coming and going, walking and coming, and I have already been used to seeing all the water Moon and mirror flowers. I have been ambiguous and warm. But I have never been hurt by the Internet or crazy for you like now. Sometimes there will be a lot of depression if it cannot be suppressed, but I can’t figure out why there are so many people coming and going in the dust and smoke, but I only remember your agreement and keep your infatuation? The elegance that Jing Xiang met for the first time was clear like water in the bottom of his heart. At that time, you were just a passer-by who rode horses and traveled in Xinjiang, and I was just a passer-by in a hurry. We are not hometowns. You don’t belong to me, and I am not yours. The scattered loneliness is in full bloom at the fingertips all the time. However, those plain and leisurely words that slided through the night only added some amorous feelings to this bright screen. It’s still just a shallow shuttle, walking silently. Occasionally, there will be a faint feeling lingering, all with a simple ponder. No one will be allowed to have too many scenes in the fleeting time, just stay in the dusty world for a while. Come gently and walk quietly. Don’t touch a little bit of trouble, cold and casual. The Four Seasons flow outside the window. It was unexpected that the story had set a foreshadowing earlier. It is a kind of gentle poison to let yourself be as cold as ice and not invade, but still can’t escape the trick you gave me. The tender feelings grow quietly in time, and your warmth is the beginning of my willingness to fall. I really want to draw all these thoughts into the eyes of spring with a pen. In this way, even if one day we get lost in the flood of time, we can still find the trace that we once snuggled closely together. I also want to hold those colorful stories in my palm, and make a sincere wish in my heart, hoping that the time after many years can still burst into a sea of spring in my memory. However, the obsession of love in life has already become a constant commitment to each other in the bottom of my heart. Who can know how many deep and shallow emotions are carried by those countless morning and dusk together? [Mood] Time is always so tight and slow, standing at the end of September. Inadvertently, the soft and shallow dream is deeply embedded in the lovesick hairpin and folded into the scenery of the season. Recalling the first sight, you are as warm as spring and as deep as pool. You said I am the angel you were waiting for, and you said the moment was eternal. I sink myself in my loneliness. Time carving, time reincarnation. The wind is rolling and the flowers are broken, and the fragrance is a little thin. When you wake up at midnight with a cold winter, you have quietly lost your direction. I kept the dream you had ever been, and I was reluctant to leave. How many hatred, how many lovesickness. I am afraid of nothing, but nothing, and finally nothing. [Heartbreak] I, in the cold wind, walked into the fragrant garden and woke up with fallen leaves. Therefore, I saw my shadow trembling slightly on the cement floor. Memory of this thing is like fallen leaves, warm, growing, declining, and then turned into fallen leaves flying all over the sky, falling pieces. I, in the cold wind, tore my memory into pieces. Condensed into petals, flying, flying, dancing out of your own dance steps, turning into the starlight of your fingertips, calling out the attachment deep in your heart, flying, flying, spinning out of your own Tao Ran, the picture is drawn out to soothe the unforgettable thoughts, lingering, love, difficult to tie up, and messy. The flowers fly and the flowers fall, the snow blows without trace, the break is over, and the moment is gone, it is not love, it is not resentment, my attachment has been precipitated, there is no direction, The Wind Rises, I stand on the shore of the tide, there was only one turning distance between you and me all the time. I waved my hand and said goodbye to the clouds in the western sky. Then I woke up and it was already a fallen leaf. 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…