Quietly autumn

When you are silent, poetry and music will come to you gently. In many such wonderful moments, you gently touch the ancient thoughts hidden deep in your body with your hands, you will have emotions that you can only understand. Yes, in the flood without shore, you were once shore; In the season without water, you were once water. You have injected rainbow into the distant sky; You have declared spirituality to the gloomy wild goose. The future days will be longer and longer. In the same feeling, you can’t escape anything, let alone learn to deny and forget. I can only stare at myself firmly in tears. Whether flowers bloom or fall, it is just a mess of colors. The Willow swaying at the end of the wilderness always shows a puzzling posture. In the daytime, the sunshine slips over its head, and at night, the Moonlight slips over its head, which is the pure language. No matter when, you stare at the curling years winding around yourself with sincere eyes; Out of silence, it grows into a burning flame. You have a vivid experience of life, but you dare not admit that you have understood dreams and all the mysteries…… The world has fabricated countless pink mornings. Sunshine is passing over your head full of vitality. The grief and anger you want to vent have already vanished. Only the sentiment of kissing years still presents the pink color as always…… Quiet Thoughts quiet season. Poetry also appeared under the street lamp in the night with few clothes, revealing the gloomy expression faintly. Music gives me wings, and my heart is in sweet disturbance. The bright moonlight makes me uneasy. In the long dreamy night, I carefully constructed the ideal blueprint, and I didn’t know whether the gust of wind blowing the next morning would come from your side. The misty and rainy season is quiet. Autumn is in my 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…

Stroll under the plane-tree

When the smoke from the kitchen rises steadily around the mountain; When the lovers sit shyly in the green shade and say sweet words; When the athletes are excited and passionate under the heart-wrenching cry; when scholars pondered over and over again in the research room; While I still walked quietly under the plane trees alone. It was a clear morning, and I wandered under the plane trees on both sides of the avenue alone. Walking here, I can always smell the fragrance of nature. Whenever I listen quietly and taste carefully, I am always fascinated and intoxicated in the Paradise which is not noisy and noisy, so I listened greedily, took a long breath, sucked deeply, and let the thoughts drift, fly and be happy. The yellowish leaves fell lightly on the ground of the avenue. There was no need to panic or hesitate. I still walked gently under the plane tree. The fallen leaves are like carefully paved yellow carpets, and the tall and broad plane trees on both sides set the color here as a solemn Palace. It is just that there is no natural atmosphere, no quiet harmony, no light trees, leaves and incense here. When the Phoenix slided gently, occasionally there would be a few yellowish leaves floating down along the wind, slowly walking around the clothes and quietly sticking to the ground; from time to time, I could still hear a few cheerful birds shouting in the branches, as if the romantic lovers were quarreling in hip hop; On the left side of the avenue was a small pond, very clear, it is very clear that you can clearly see the phoenix tree with reflection inside. When the yellow leaves fall down on the water again in a wrong direction, it is like adding a yellow petal to the green clothes. At this moment, even the fish will be excited, and they will greet this close guest with bubbles rising out of the water, and then they will constantly call around the leaves, just like playing hide and seek with a big yellow umbrella; on the opposite side of the pond is the continuous flowing spring stream, which keeps running between the cracks, savoring carefully as if the blood flowing through the atrium is also moving, which is not colorful! Really comfortable! When yellow leaves covered the whole Avenue again, I still stepped on it gently, feeling every happy floating here and listening to every happy sound. So I closed my eyes and sucked every trace of fragrance here carefully. I took a long breath and breathed the faint fragrance, which seemed to permeate into every skin and shine! Enchanted! Sublimation! At this moment, it seems to fly freely without bondage, like fish playing hide and hide happily and dancing happily; Like falling leaves floating in the air with the wind; And like the naughty flowing of spring water, it also made a sound of purring! I was immersed in it, no more calls from the secular world, no more complicated fetters, no more annoyance. I felt so comfortable and natural, it seems that I am him, he is me, for a long time! ………………. Long! Another quiet morning, I walked quietly on this long road as always. 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…