Morning Dew epiphyllum

Once I read it at hand, I feel sad but happy! Because of love, I am at the end of the world and my heart is at hand. After personal experience, I found that the original distance would suffocate my missing! When you miss the cold keyboard and screen through thousands of rivers and mountains, you will understand that the other end of the electric wave is the warmth that cannot be touched!! If life is just like the first sight, maybe the mood will never be heavy! At that time, your words were filled with melancholy, which was like the cold wind in the cold night, shedding warmth from your body. Facing such a silent you, my heart is a little painful and I really want to take you away from that swamp. I thought I could make you happy all the time. I thought I could make you happy. I thought we were the only one of each other. I thought this feeling was so strong that we could live and die, but in the end, I thought it was just that I thought acquaintance was always so beautiful and separation was always not elegant. I want to forget that we have been happy and happy, that there was someone who made me willing to give up everything for him, that there was someone who loved and loved me, spoiled me!! But what I want to forget most is always the deepest memory! The midnight dream is your spoiled smile, warm words, sweet hug and loving kiss. Those memories are like water lily, a pool full of fragrance! I still remember that you said that you didn’t trust me to anyone. You said that I was too stupid and easy to be cheated; You said that you wanted to protect my whole life; You said that you wanted to carve our names on the Sansheng stone; you said that in the next life, we should not be so separated, and we should not endure the regrets and sufferings brought by long-distance love; You said that you believed that no one could give me happiness except you, you said that in the end, all the reality became what you said. Now we are at hand and our hearts are at the end of the world. No longer need to knock the keyboard to tell your missing; No need to cry and tell you that I am good; No need to pretend to be strong; No need to listen to the familiar melody and cry silently alone; No need to look at your back; there is no need to endure the pain to the separation of the soul! Everything goes back to the original point, but it is no longer the original point. A corner of my heart is missing, that full of sadness, that kind of empty sense of depression! The fireworks are gorgeous, only for this moment! This beauty is as beautiful as summer flowers, and as beautiful as nights! Say goodbye to this infatuation, forget this infatuation, clear your worries and bring a roll of missing! 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…

Women, don’t run aground in enjoyment

Women are busy all their lives; For their husbands, for their children, for their parents, it is really endless heart and endless tiredness. The school’s own home is running around like a thread at, and I have to go to my parents to see it every three or five times; See how the old man’s health is? Is there anything missing? Did anything happen? If time permits, you can still sit down and chat with your parents. If time is not enough, you can only cook meals in a hurry; Casually pull a few to catch the bus or ride a bike to work. Finally, I had a rest day and had to hold a parent-teacher meeting for my children. After coming out of school, he hurried to the market to buy vegetables; Because it was noon again. He quickly lingered in front of the vegetable vendor’s stall, thinking in his heart: My husband loves this, so he bought it for stew; My child loves it, so he bought it for fried. Sometimes she bargained, sometimes she didn’t ask for the price; She thought it was not easy for small dealers. Therefore, he hurriedly went back home with some vegetables in his hand; Shot at the kitchen like an arrow, and began to play the Symphony of pots and pans which had passed the same time. When night fell, everything was cleared up, and I had planned to watch TV with my family; When I was watching the alley, my husband suddenly heard snore; It turned out that the woman had already fallen asleep on the sofa. Ha! The child joked aside: Mom has never watched a series. However, the woman across the door yawned and weaved a sweater while glancing at the TV occasionally, which was also confused. If you ask her what she is looking? She definitely couldn’t answer it, so she would definitely say: I don’t know. Anyway, the emperor’s concubine is full of food. Just toss around!? If this is heard by those directors, can’t they recite it? It is cost-effective that we spend so much money to shoot TV series in exchange for your toss! Hey hey! I didn’t say anything and smiled secretly. Look at the woman upstairs who is still explaining math problems to her son. The men in this family are very beautiful, drinking Longjing tea, watching the World Cup with great taste! Look at the straight eyes and wish to get into the TV; Maybe I want to be brothers with Beckham! Or the vegetable market, the woman was choosing the lively fish; Suddenly she felt that someone patted herself and looked back: a tall and beautiful woman was looking at herself with a smile. Well? Who’s this? The brain rotates rapidly to search for dusty memories. The beautiful woman looked at her dull look and smiled gently: old classmate, can’t you really recognize her? I am magic snow! The woman shouted with a strong northeast accent: Oh my God, it is really magic snow. Why is it so beautiful? The younger you live. Magic snow smiled and said, “where is it? Time is like a song. We are all old in a flash, and we are almost 50. Are you free? How about we go to the Teahouse over there to talk? The woman hesitated for a moment, looked at the time on the phone and nodded. Magic snow chose a very clean teahouse, and they ordered a cup of chrysanthemum tea respectively. Listening to the soothing light music, the woman’s heart moved inexplicably: I have been busy since I got married. How long have I not been so relaxed? It turns out that life can be so pleasant. Magic snow stared at her vicissitudes of life with a smile and asked softly: You are too old, must you be tired? Hey! The woman sighed, busy and tired, what can I do? There are too many messy things outside the family, and I am always busy; I am really exhausted. Magic Snow took a sip of tea gracefully and said: life is always too busy to finish. I remember reading such a sentence. Sometimes, we live very tired; It is not that life is too mean. But we are too easily influenced by the external atmosphere and influenced by others’ emotions. Walking in the crowd, we always feel that there are countless eyes passing through the heart and splitting the lung, and there are many short and long cold words, which finally make us confused. Gradually, I was bound to the mess I weaved. In fact, You live for yourself, because not many people can leave you in your heart. One day you look back, love is no longer so passionate, family affection has become weak; Why not be yourself, simple! Don’t be too tired, stop your steps; Look up at the blue sky and look at the rippling sea; Life is actually very beautiful. After hearing the words, the woman lowered her head and lost herself in thought. Women should learn to love themselves; They should also learn to enjoy life. Don’t run aground and anchor in the wonderful enjoyment! Don’t be so tired, leave yourself a space to enjoy and a little time. I hope we can start from now on; Slowly enjoy the touch of sunshine and slight drunkenness. Because life should not be so tired, we should have enjoyed it. 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…

Yao Ming

Looking at several chapters of Mr. Shen Congwen’s “Candle Deficiency”, it seemed that he was in the furnace. Mr. Ren burnt my soul to pieces with Wuming real fire. Take the lead in creating fog and eliminating the secular atmosphere; Take it as relics and hide the essence of heaven and earth; Finally, Nirvana, sublimation and becoming a Buddha. Remember one sentence: I need to go to an absolutely lonely place to digest the concrete and abstract of life. Originally I came to this world empty-handed, but finally I returned empty-handed. I don’t need to have anything, I don’t have anything, and now there is nothing, just a clean and noble heart. But this heart is often harassed and invaded by filth. In the Buddhist classic “theory of great wisdom”, it is written like this: Ask: What is the name of the devil? Answer: seize the wisdom, the bad way, the merits and virtues. A friend wrote a letter saying: why do you still write poems? Hurry up and find a way to make money! The economic foundation determines the superstructure. Several years ago, it was this friend who took me into literature, and I always regarded him as the mentor of my life and career. Unimaginable, under the double attack of personnel and money, how long can my heart last? Can hold? Master Hui Neng of the Five Dynasties of Zen has such a poem: Bodhi has no tree, and mirror is not a stage. There is nothing but dust. There is nothing outside the natural heart and nothing in the heart. It will not be confused because of the heart, because of the confusion to create the industry, and because of the burden. I can’t achieve this kind of overhauling. Shen Xiu’s sentence is the most suitable for me. Body is the Bodhi tree, heart ru ming mirror. Wipe frequently to avoid dust stain. Really want to run to Hanshan Temple to, moonset, Jiangfeng fishing boat. Midnight Bells when listen to Hanshan, picking up two monk speak Buddha. Yi Yun: people bully me, cheat me, insult me, scold me, laugh at me, scold me, hurt me, how to treat it? Answer cloud: bear him and admit that he avoids him. Let him listen to him and resist him. Look at him. Just be a little monk, and sweep the world of mortals out of the temple with a Tiao broom every day; You can also be an ascetic monk, eating and chanting Buddha, reading beads with green lights, reading scriptures and understanding Zen, and passing scriptures in the place where the winding path. Really want to xie jia companion in deep mountains, Linquan under. Watch the sunrise and sunset, watch the clouds rising and scattering, listen to the birds singing, the branches howling and the apes singing, there is no short hair scratching, the liver and gall are the feeling of ice and snow. Under the South Mountain, open a wasteland and plant grains. Xue Yuanming arrived at the sunrise with a hoe, and returned at sunset. You might as well dress up as a woodman, cutting firewood and cutting wages in the dense forest of the mountain. While my wife weaved and cooked at home, waiting for me to come back. Every late night, leaning against the south window, talking about farming and art, she played flute, and I cheered up. When the moon rises to the full moon, we embrace each other. Just like a poem given by Mr. Yiduo to Mr. Zhimo and Ms. Xiaoman: When the Mingzhu dawn comes, he will always talk to the White Jade Plate all his life. Not in the deep mountains, but in Wei Que Court. I can’t sing for this reason. A year ago, I wrote a pair of couplets: Sunset melting gold, all birds return to the mountain, listen to the sound of birds, count the sound of birds, taste the sound of birds, birds sing mountains; Mao eaves are low and small, weak water strikes stones, a drop, two drops of water, three drops of water, weak water hitting stones. The first couplet is a hermit in the mountain, while the second couplet actually refers to the elegant people in the world. Build a room, also jokingly called yashe, such as the Ziyun Pavilion in West Shu, and Zhuge Lu in Nanyang. What’s wrong with it though it is crude? The green gauze tent is lined up to send Green, and the pond is surrounded by feelings. In front of the house, there are bamboos and plum blossoms in the garden. Raise another flock of geese, just like the geese of Xi; Also wish to have cranes, cranes of Lin Hejing. A book, a piano, a chess, a glass of wine. The Mao eaves were cleaned, and the door was opened early. The owner is good at green eyes, often barefoot and so on Ji Kang’s arrival. You don’t have to see me when the prince comes back. When the pieces were not knocked and the lights were gone, I sang the verses of Rand: I don’t argue with anyone, and I don’t care who I compete. I love nature, followed by art. I warmed myself with the fire of my life. The fire withered and I should go. Looking through Canxue’s book walking on the edge of hell, there is a sentence that shocked me: as long as human nature exists, the spiritual home of human beings cannot be built successfully. Closing the pages, I sighed. 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…

Clove asked

The days in March change as you say. The bleak wind and bitter rain replaced the sunny day. The spring breeze touched my face as if it had passed away. The crowd came and went in the station. Where did you go? Is there anyone who is expecting there? Holding the ticket, crumpled, hesitant, go or not? Try to capture the warmth of yesterday and tell yourself that you have not been forgotten by this planet. Love for a person, the planet is a person who likes her. With a whistle of spring, the birds started to act, flapping their wings and rushing to the green forest. Many days seem to be smooth and comfortable, and a grain of dust in the emotional world will also become the final fatal component. This is the reason why a straw kills a camel. Walking on the rugged path of this emotion like walking on the thin ice, thorns were worn out all over the soles of the feet, pain followed, but never flinch, because there was sweetness in the bottom of my heart, I couldn’t expect to miss it and brushed it for so many times, but it can’t be brushed off, not only in real life, but also in the spiritual sky to erase the last wound. My heart sank into the bottom of the sea without a trace. Put away my sigh and continue my life. I didn’t deliberately imagine anything. People lived for a lifetime, and those who remembered were the vast majority of people who didn’t remember. Later, they gradually forgot the problems sooner or later. There are a lot of morning and dusk drifting, as if I forgot. On a turbulent day, the frost flowers gently entrenched on the window lattice, forming a dense barrier, which blurred the sight and made the figure more than enough. Who was holding the oiled paper umbrella, under the lilac tree, that delicate and beautiful figure, faded away. Little by little, banana does not show clove knot. When we meet, even if we laugh, we also have a faint sadness-when will we meet this time? And next time? Luxury is so short that after a moment, they turn around and walk towards their loneliness. Together, this is such an attractive slogan, with only three words covering so many. Love is more mysterious because we can’t get it. The one we are together is not the one we like. We were once on the small bridge with flowing water, laughing at the dim Ravens in the withered vines, and we once skimmed the clear stream of the mountain stream together, let’s enjoy the birds singing in the forest together. They are so happy. Is there no time for sadness? When the rape flowers were yellow all over the mountains, the kite floated high and high, and the wire pulling it became more and more tight, and finally the string was broken. Although in the distant sky, you could not hear the tragic bang, the kite is free and has no distractions. But after a while, it felt zero gravity, floating without center of gravity, and finally headed to the earth. It was tired and no longer flying. Fragmented, quiet in the eternal corner. The wind is like it, and it is swaying all the way, sending the blue sky to each other. The style is gentle and graceful. Once the string breaks, the wind becomes a killer, accelerating the kite’s leaving steps. Double-edged sword, dazzling white blade, silent piercing. Rape flowers are yellow, and faint overflows deep red. This is the last smile, and there will always be this day, said the kite. In the station, she seemed to have seen this kite, self-esteem, calm, clearly sad, but as if it had never happened. The ticket has been smashed, so I decided not to go. Turning around in the bleak and rainy streets, I was looking forward to the ringing of the phone, but never. The thread on that end is also cut off. Kite is who? Not you, not me. Lilac is about to bloom. It is elegant, refreshing and fragrant, and floral petals. How many times have they been broken before they are combined into beauty? This is March, and the flowering period hasn’t come yet. Have you heard the sound of rain hitting the flower heart? Yu is asking — have you ever cared about me… Don’t ask this stupid sour question again! Clove opened his eyes wide and said angrily. 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 to sunshine

Spring had arrived long ago. Winter finally put away the tail wings of the lingering season. The wind blowing on the face was refreshing and refreshing. The warm sun shone through the west window, making the room warm and happy. It was a good day to have sunshine in spring. In the afternoon, I was drunk in the heart of sunshine and enjoyed a familiar song comfortably. Outside the window, a few birds were playing between the walls and branches, and my ears were clamshell with the sound of chirping. In the corner of the yard, several roses made the fragrance left for a winter into flowers and mushrooms to touch the breath of spring. I always want to have a sunny mood and present a warm smile to everyone, which is not in vain of the meaning of happiness in the net name, but the log of space actually goes against my will, many of them are full of depression. At this moment, I feel a little sorry for my friends who come to my space. The real me, like to laugh and chat with friends, things at the ends of the world are nonsense, I don’t want those things that I don’t like to wrap around my heart, and drinking tea with friends is my greatest pleasure when I am free, people who play with me are 66 years old at the highest and 13 years old at the youngest. Ha ha, you can learn more experience that you don’t know when you are with old people, and the youngest one, I can go to pester him to teach me how to play chess. Life? Pay attention to happiness every day, right. I don’t have a beautiful house or a beautiful car. There is nothing if I don’t find some happiness. That’s miserable! My husband went out early and came back late every day. His skin was dark in the wind and sun. The imprints of years were engraved on his face early. He was tired, but it was not written on his face. A plate of small dishes and a glass of mellow wine are enough for my husband to sing a melody without rhyme. In this way, my life simply goes through the clash of bowls and chopsticks day by day. In the eyes of successful people, this is a manifestation of nothing! I don’t know who has tested it. The memory of a fish is only seven seconds. The fish will not remember the trouble after seven seconds. May I am the happy fish in real life! In spring, my heart is facing the sunshine, feeling the soft beauty of spring, a wisp of wind passing by, a flower blooming, a bend of Willow Green, a touch of green grass, and the fragrant spring years. There is sunshine in the heart, and every day is bright and charming. Let the heart run in the wilderness of Qingfen, or walk, or sit, or shout, or stretch out your hands to hold the sunshine tightly, let the temperature of sunshine warm the whole body, or touch the soil with rolling, and gently smell the fragrance of the soil. There is sunshine in my heart, and there is also a romantic feeling in the swirling rain, hiding under the colorful oiled paper umbrella, watching the rain falling down to the Earth, moistening everything and moistening my heart. Listening to the rain knocking on the window glass, knocking on the rubbles, the rhythm of slow harmony, a clear and crisp sound of Lai Lai is gentle and clear. In everyone’s life, there will be stumbling, and the road of life will always continue. Don’t grieve for the past, don’t regret for losing. No matter how life is, we are always working hard, fighting hard, finding reasons for ourselves to be happy, throwing away those tedious past events with smiles, filling our hearts with sunshine and making the journey of life, passing by worries, passing through happiness, accompanying the stars and traveling with the four seasons. It is good to borrow a word that the water is bright and sunny, the mountains are empty and rainy, and a ray of sunshine is left in my heart, and the world will shine in front of me! 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…

Love empty

The rainy weather in recent days makes the original autumn more intense. Especially when the temperature drops a lot at night, the quilt needs to be covered. When there is nothing in the daytime, I really want to write calligraphy and pick up the writing brush and ink that have been used for a long time, I found that the first few words I just started were beyond recognition! Probably because I haven’t written for a long time, the pen in my hand is not obedient any more and I act wildly alone. In that time, I suddenly found that when I was immersed in it, my heart which was agitated on weekdays could be calm here at this moment without thinking about anything, the only belief is how to write well, which seems to be a pursuit of beauty. After the rain, I accidentally caught a small fish by the riverside. It was small and cute, so I found a small fish tank at home that I hadn’t used for a long time and put some water in it, put the fish in it. Probably because it just entered a new environment, it was very disobedient and seemed to be unable to accept that its fate was changed like this. It bumped around in the fish tank for quite a while, want to get rid of the sudden shackles. But when it was tired, it finally calmed down. It could only yield in such an environment and deeply realized the cruelty of reality. Because it was cloudy, the sky became darker after the rain. In the morning, I heard the weather forecast that it would be sunny. I expected to see a smile of the Sun after the rain, maybe I haven’t seen her smile for a long time. I can only imagine in my memory and the beauty of the past. There was no other way. The justice was not beautiful, and everything seemed so powerless. I sighed in my spare time across the sky, and then gradually disappeared. I sat near the window, with the wind passing by my ears, the computer opened with a little chill sat in front of the computer, looking at the screen, but didn’t know what to do, so he put his favorite music, not only because of tiredness but also because of it, I lay on my bed and fell asleep unconsciously. I dreamed of a place, a place so far away, a place without sadness. I don’t know where it is, I only know what my heart yearns. Find yourself lonely in the abyss. The Angel was dancing lightly in the dream. Holding the Magic Wand’s hand seemed to attract me to the city of the sky. I looked far away and saw a familiar figure, but could not see everything clearly at a glance. This kind of dream wakes up and goes to sleep again and again, just like a single cycle, which is always lingering and lingering in the heart. I used to have a long expectation, longing for a pair of wings to fly to that place. Even if my eyes are covered, even if I can no longer see my reflection when I go, even if I become a wisp of soul. I also want to cross the boundary of time and space, where I met, not because of unforgettable, but because of hope. The night was very quiet, and it was so dark, just like being swallowed by the wild monster. Could I buy a match of the little girl selling matches to light up my hope? Can we go back to that fairytale world again? After the day, I still have to endure the long night, the night without stars, the company without the moon and the disturbance of the world of mortals. Where is the end? In a hurry, I took nothing away. Just on the way I came, I lost myself by accident! In the world, who shed tears in the sky, but only for an unreachable dream, put all for it, not for return. Until the moment I left, there was no breath of a dream. Maybe all this was just a song worth missing. Everything was aimed at telling myself that life should not be greedy and contentment should be happy! Thank you for this encounter, which made me believe that everything is better than dreams. The pure air is like the tears of ice snow lotus, stepping on the romance of late autumn, in the evening wind, together with fallen leaves, the melody of dancing heart, why expect, more miracles, only in the heart. 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…