Ink is not inkstone, and I have thanked you

Tears floated in the wind and turned into a letter, recording the past for me, reading the yellowed thoughts that could not be sent, and permeating the restless memories in the rain —- inscription by the young man who was alone in the morning and caught the wind in the distance, there was a trace of sadness left on his flawless cheek, looking at the sky chasing kites quietly. Who was worrying about who? This period of time you gave, because you have no regrets, so you have no hesitation. If you have a chance to meet each other, please remember to say goodbye to me when you turn around! (1) The curtain starts slowly. The sunshine is just right. You said, the sunshine is sunny, the fleeting time is lonely, and we just meet each other. The morning sun shone on the desk through the window, mottled the ink on the textbook. I frowned, threw down my pen, and extended my sight along the vein of sunshine. What broke into my eyelids was a sleeping side face, breathing gently, all of a sudden, I really want to guard the silence as deep as night, stunned, looking at the light to outline your perfect face, I can’t help writing a pen, and there are four words on the paper: warm and cool as jade. You wake up quietly when you don’t have time to take back the sight of exploration. Your eyes overlap. You are shocked. Only for a moment, you will determine the radian of the corners of your mouth. Your eyes have the purity and cleanness that I can’t say, like a newborn baby, it makes people feel pitiful and lazy to get up, leaving me only the natural and unrestrained back at the end of the sunshine, your casual smile, eternal years. (Ii) misty and rainy, which coincides with the fleeting year, you said, it is worth nine days of rain. The child who had been used to the weather here was temperamental. Looking at the continuous autumn rain outside the curtain, he couldn’t help sighing and smiling bitterly. Fortunately, his roommate told him to bring an umbrella, tidy up books and stand at the door of the library before going out, looking at the ripples caused by raindrops around my feet, I like to walk into the rain and fog quietly and feel the artistic conception given by God. When you appear, I am holding an umbrella and preparing to leave. You say, classmate, is it convenient to give me a ride? I looked up, indulged in your slightly hoarse voice, and couldn’t help sighing: The world is really small, and you always let me off guard. I smiled and passed the umbrella to you. It was the first time to get along with a boy in such a way. I lowered my head and remained silent. You were wearing a pair of black and white Nike sneakers, once my younger brother wanted me to buy a pair for him, but I thought he couldn’t control this pair of shoes. Now it seems that you look so natural wearing this pair of shoes, as if he made it for you, what I didn’t find was that along the road you took, I didn’t step into a puddle, and my coat was not wet at all, which was much better than my own umbrella. Finally, you sent me back to the dormitory, and the umbrella was left to you. You smiled gently and said, thank you. I looked at your far-away back with a red face, which seemed harmonious and warm in the gray sky no matter how I looked. I didn’t tell you that under the purple umbrella in your hand, filled with my dreams and woven fairy tales. (3) hold a handful of Moonlight. You can say that Moonlight has temperature and life also has heat, so don’t be afraid. You will never be alone. That night, I lost my loved ones; That night, you came slowly through the moonlight, like an angel falling into the earth. You walked on the quiet Bluestone Road on campus with a guitar. At night, quiet makes people feel distressed. I huddled up on the wooden chair beside the road, hiding in the shadow of the tree. I knew that I must be like a clown at this moment, with red and swollen eyes and tears on my face, the intermittent sobs seemed so abrupt. You stood on my left and handed me a handkerchief. I looked up. Was it my fault? There was some tenderness and indulgence in your clear eyes? I didn’t pick it up. I buried my head on my knees and felt I was sitting in front of me with you, Your voice is quiet and low, you say, girl, it seems that this is not the first time we meet! You stroked my hair, I raised my head, and you wiped the wet tears on my face carefully. Under the moonlight, you were like an elf without any dust, and the cold light hit your face and shoulder, I look. In a flash, I felt the world was silent and my heart was quiet; Then, I leaned on the wooden chair casually and looked at the cold half-string Moon. You said, remember, this is the temperature of Moonlight, even in the dark night, life is warm. No matter what grievances or difficulties you encounter, you must be strong. Tears are only suitable for the weak. I still think smiles are more suitable for you, you sent it to me with the moonlight in your hand, which was sincerely irresistible. At that moment, you were the Angel of the moon in your heart. You should have just finished the class. I didn’t say anything. Seeing you take off the guitar, you ER, the clear string sound like a mountain spring flowed into your heart. A wound in your heart seemed to heal slowly, after a long time, I realized that under the lonely moonlight, the song played by the angelic boy was called “City of the Sky”. I think this is also a long time in the future and even now, the reason why I am paranoid about guitar and crazy about the city of sky with wooden guitar version! (4) If you don’t come, how dare I leave? I often ask myself: you have never said goodbye to me, then can I humbly think that there is still a chance to meet again? One day, locust flowers were fragrant, warm and gentle, suitable for encounter, but vaguely rendered the atmosphere of parting. Running out of the library with a pile of books in my arms, I kept complaining about the abnormal papers assigned by the teacher in my heart, so when I bumped into others, my brain crashed for several seconds, and in a trance, there was a kind of mint scent breaking into my nose, very comfortable, I just had to lower my head to pick up the book, but I forgot to look up to see who was hitting. When I took the book you handed me, I lowered my head and said, “sorry, thank you, thank you for patting my head gently and saying, girl, why are you so reckless? I will see the road in the future. I raised my head and smiled foolishly. It’s not an illusion. It’s really you! My companions urged you to leave. I vaguely heard that you were going to pick up files. Standing there, I couldn’t move. There were repeated files, files and files in my mind? Are you leaving? Will I never see you again in this school? I ran out of the library and wanted to stop you from asking if you really wanted to leave, but I could only hold a book and stay there, watching you gradually disappear in my pupil, the book in your arms also includes the temperature of your fingertips and the faint fragrance of mint; You wore a white T-shirt and dark blue jeans that day, and your feet were still those black and white Nike sneakers. You looked so dazzling under the sun, when the breeze came, my hair danced mischievously. At that time, I just wanted to write down four sentences: a gentleman is as warm as jade, the breeze winds around the green silk, and the evil hooks smile on his lips, and the whole garden spring is dim. (V) taking photos after years can’t afford the waste of time. I like to walk alone on the secluded Bluestone Road on campus in a quiet night and ask the moon if you are living well now, will you still remember me? Since then, I have never seen you again. There is no library, no self-study room, no basketball court, no fat Bluestone Road. I still like to hang out on campus with umbrellas when it rains, but I still haven’t seen you. I didn’t tell you. I miss you. I really want! I miss you baby-like pure eyes, you miss your smile on the corners of your mouth, you miss you call me girl in a low voice. I have never told anyone why I don’t reject basketball any more suddenly, and I like to watch the running Genie on the basketball court quietly: dribble, dribble and three-step basket. The last time I saw you was on the basketball court, and you were invited to participate in the fellowship match, but when I arrived, the game was over. I had never seen you playing basketball, but I finally missed it. I almost found you from the crowd at a glance. You talked to me and my companions with your back, I am more mature and handsome than before. I want to say hello to you, lift my feet and take it back again. My body is drained and leaned on the poplar tree on the roadside like oxygen, there is a blue figure beside you. She holds your mug in her hand and your light gray coat in her arms. Maybe even you haven’t found it, you see her unspeakable spoil and tenderness in her eyes watching you get on the bus and leave, I slowly slide down the trunk, squatting on the roadside, You Once Said smile is more suitable for me, but I finally cried. Between us, it seems that you are always leaving and I am waiting for you. So what I see is always your invisible back from clear to vague, I think it will be the last time, from now on, even to see you The back will become a luxurious thing (VI) youth has passed away, and there are too many memories talking in the heart almost every girl has ever cared about a person and paid close attention to him in adolescence, he secretly liked it sweetly and sadly. In his memory, he could be a classmate, a friend, a neighbor, or even a stranger who didn’t know his name. Maybe many years later, his face had been worn out in her mind, but every time he closed his eyes, what appeared in front of him would be the warm faint smile around his mouth, the person’s mint-like cool breath will drift across the nose in a trance. After years, maybe even I can’t tell whether I fell in love with that handsome young boy or that beautiful time. On the bookmark of that time, perhaps there is only a pair of clear eyes, a deep figure and a pleasant voice left. In fact, what time erases is only memory, while what is eternal is that the heart is not willing to be infatuated and sentimentally attached. Grinding inkstone, writing, silent pain hit me, memory was blank for a moment, and it turned out that the tea was already gone, but I was still sinking in it and didn’t wake up. Since when did our world begin to be strange? But now I am willing to turn into a meteor, passing through your dream 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…

Youth placement

As for youth, we are always losing. However, because of losing, missing and hurting, we know more about cherishing the inscription at the intersection of youth, the youth in memory came to an end temporarily, and finally became an eternal freeze. Everyone has his or her own youth, and everyone will finally find his or her own destination. In the journey of youth, facing many landscapes and many mistakes, what kind of mood will we use to compose the melody of youth. Someone once said that when I looked up at the sky, I was not looking for something, but for loneliness. I used to be a lonely child. When I was alone, I liked to stand against the window and raise my head, silently facing the sky, then there was no dialogue, no scene, inexplicable sadness. At that time, at the age of 18, I expressed my joys and sorrows with the most real attitude. However, youth is easy to die, age is easy to grow old, vicissitudes of life are rolling, still water flows deep, floating like a dream, and people are not yesterday, standing at the intersection of life, I suddenly understand. In this world, there are always some people you can’t get close to, there are always some things you can’t finish, there are always some places you can’t reach, then why do you hold on? Youth has no destiny, only the persistence of not letting go, I told myself again and again that in my dream, my smile was like a flower. Many pledges cannot match time, and many are naive. They also become more and more childish as time goes by. But I don’t blame myself, because I am just a simple child, so today, I forgave the mistake made by that lonely child. In the journey of youth, after all, there were numerous thorns and lots of temptations. Those plots were weird and changeable, and a child could not escape from that ignorant rush after all, couldn’t he? But I am just the lost child, who wants to find a place to live in the tired dream. Many people leave marks in my life, which I never forget. I used to compare myself to the rose in May, which was dyed freely and charming, just like the rose wandering all over the world, so I gave myself a beautiful but unwillingly named the Rose wandering all over the world. Because I think 18 years old should be like an unfolded red rose, with fragrance overflowing, beauty pursued and troubles of growth. However, along the way, the roses in my heart didn’t bloom as scheduled in that most beautiful season. I also complained deeply about my bigotry, so that I always stumbled countless times on my way to growth, constantly missing the scenery of that season after season, but the missing of the scenery of youth eventually becomes the past, and the lost is doomed to never be found back. Pushing the blue clouds aside, I looked at the distance gently. Many people and many past events would leave traces of pain in the waters of time, or memories would chase the faint direction, light and low, shallow sing? The passing of water is like a beautiful flower. The train of youth passes through one station after another, and finally turns into a point, which is condensed between the pen and ink. The curve of Palm finally bursts into a beautiful Radian, open in the air, it was a youth, full of countless joys and sorrows, carrying many young dreams, and finally fragmented, tearful eyes. As for youth and that scene, I always acted too vividly. What we called Being Strong was just a disguise of the predecessors. Only when you have loved, can you understand how fragile and painful you are. Then you begin to know how to protect yourself. Only when you are silly, can you understand timely persistence and giving up. Only when you have no way to retreat can you understand that there is no need to be so persistent. Missing is a very mysterious thing, which follows the shadow and appears silently in the bottom of my heart. Looking through pages after pages, the story written yesterday suddenly misses the once warm side of youth infinitely, there used to be such a real friendship, and that initial dream was so beautiful. That best friend comforted my mottled heart in countless dark nights. The years faded away, but those original stories and real years were still stored in my heart. I missed them so much, but I was afraid to mention them. When it’s quiet, I like to turn on the computer and listen to Sun Yanzi’s “Meet” over and over again. The feeling is very subtle, clean lyrics, warm pictures, slow melody, the quiet voice always warms my heart. Perhaps, for me, this is also a kind of touch. I love someone for a long time, but it is just a rush of ignorance. In the flood of youth, there are wandering wounds, however, just because of this misfortune, I know more about life and how to cherish it. The past like annual rings explains the growth of a person. Finally, in the final interpretation of youth and magnificence, I understand a truth: Although I have not traveled many roads and bridges in many places, I have seen clouds for many times and drunk many kinds of wine. However, after the passing years, I can deeply fall in love with that person and love each other. In fact, it doesn’t matter if you don’t meet at the beginning. What matters is the last thing: life and death are the same, and you can talk to Zi Cheng, hold your hand and grow old with him. The steps of youth are like flowing clouds and flowing water, which can’t be grasped at all. Let it pass if it has passed away. It is enough to cherish the present. 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…

His new family

In the late spring of May, the breath of spring has disappeared. The spring love is only the pear flower is thin, and it should be the infinite sorrow for the passing of the spring flowers, but I don’t want to find any reason to hurt the spring feelings any more. I vaguely remember today in the Millennium dragon year. I prepared to go back to my hometown to teach from a normal school, but I had no home to go back to my stepmother. The accidental casualties on the eve of my graduation hit my originally broken home again. The pain of father’s losing his wife twice in just five years is beyond any ordinary people’s imagination. He sold all his belongings and went south in his forties. I lived in a public house in the unit, and we lived our own lives. My father had hoped to find another glory of his career in the bustling metropolis, but the ups and downs of life were all uncertain. Due to various reasons, my father finally failed to surpass his career, it should have been 12 years. During the past 12 years, my father had been living in an unsettled place, and he really felt wandering and helpless. As a son, I felt sorry for him from the bottom of my heart. My father went south to the business Sea, and I set foot on the road of teaching and educating people on the same day of the same year. It has been 12 years since May in 2019! Twelve years, say long or short, say short or short, how many twelve years of life can be squander? People all say that 12 years is a cycle in life. Although his father did not welcome the vitality of his career, his father, who had already known the year of destiny, finally welcomed another spring in his life and his father had his own new house. In fact, this is what makes us children happier. Although my father had the honor to get acquainted with my second stepmother several years ago, he had never had a new house of his own, and a house without a house and a house without a partner could not be regarded as a complete home. My father’s new house was four opposite bungalows, which were not big but quiet; There was also a clean yard covered with cement floor. Looking at these four small rooms, I felt very steadfast and calm in my heart, and I had untold happiness for my father from the bottom of my heart! On the day when the new house was settled, my father invited my son and me to go home, and my parents-in-law. I sincerely hope that all parents in the world can live a happy and happy old age! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…