Sleepless at night, write a word, smoke and rain

In early winter, the sky was Translucent. Looking from a distance, the outline of the mountain was looming, just like covering under a curtain of cicada wings and gauze, which was false and true, just like standing in the boundless fairyland described by the painter. The sunshine at this time was pretty bright, but it couldn’t stop the coolness slowly gathering in the air. The coolness floating in the air spread out, as if there was a layer of smoky gray style everywhere, and there is a little smell of isolation from the world. Thickness of solitary cold, silent lonely, then 1.1 point from front, from step extension and forward spread, stretching to the distant horizon. Yesterday, the weather was fine. Although the sun’s light and shadow were very thin, there was a feeling of spring returning in an instant. Standing in the lonely cold wind, stretching out his arms and facing the sunshine, suddenly a wisp of warmth rose leisurely from the bottom of his heart to the whole body. And it seemed that winter was always stingy with the generosity of sunshine. Just one night later, this morning, I opened the window curtain, but I saw a strange scene of six flying flowers outside the dusk, leaning on the bed and getting drunk. At this time, the snow was still falling, and it had been a whole day. In the downfall of the night, the moonlight was deep and clear. He pushed open the window to enjoy the snow scene, just like moving away from a fairy dust of Taixu. The Dreamland was blurred and the ice crystal was like jade. Snow, light snow, continued to fly, spinning, half shy, fell to the ground gently all the way, like a fairy near fan, wearing white clothes, graceful and plain. Yingying Snow White, with the cold and dark fragrance on the ground, elaborately carved a kingdom of fairy tales under the lonely night, stopped and stopped, softly, and gently tapped the silent window torreya. Winter has really come! Stretch out your hand, and pieces of delicate snowflakes fall down from your palm, turning into drops of water in a flash. They are dense and open, like polished ink, copying plain white beauty for the silent world. In the distance, a scene of secluded curtain lengthened the clear and broad night, and pulled away the thoughts that could not be put in the deep heart. Outside the window, the numerous trees have no flowers, the eyes are lightly swept, the branches are withered, the ground is lonely and lonely. I love you, never love others, never, this is true, Roy, never. The sentence Mala said in “broken blue bridge” suddenly appeared in the shallow memory. In the quiet night, the scattered imagination was like a cocoon, and the threads twined my thoughts again, stretching out to the distant place. When keeping the promise of love, he could only look at each other for life and death, when Roy leaned on the handrail of Waterloo Bridge and recalled Mara who had gone with the wind, he knew that everything was over, but my love always exists for Mara of heaven. The stirring love almost always stops its final beauty with the sad ending of flowers in the mirror and moon, and then leaves a long sigh to the world. Love is so beautiful, sometimes, but it can’t stand the trick of fate. I always like classical literature, and often compare myself to an elegant woman who collects the wind in the words, or hold a poem scroll in hand, wet the lapel with tears, wandering in the sadness that autumn is tight and fallen flowers have become the soul; or slightly hold the slender, send a message, send a letter of love, and share a kind of lovesickness, two idle sorrows. I have been indulged in the lingering beauty of ancient poetry for a long time, just like walking in the reincarnation of fate, always thinking of some profound thoughts in the old age, beauty, but there is pain of bone erosion. But for me, this kind of heart knot of single romance seems to be a lingering temptation. The mind is rich, but the words can’t get rid of the pale feeling. There seems to be a lot of styles when writing down, but I don’t know where the pen is falling in the meditation, so that my heart is clear, but I can’t find the direction of conversion, so I feel confused. Walking in the world of mortals with poetic thoughts and counting the past of flowing water at your fingertips, you are like a lonely life on a one-way street. A person, a lamp, is used to loneliness and the mottled and fragmentary memories in the time. Snow is still falling, slowly becoming a fairy tale in words. 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Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Cold

Zhang Zhan, Wu Jia, many of them are six or seven years younger than me. In my eyes, they are still a group of children. I have been a neighbor and playmate for many years. They are very polite when speaking, so I treat them as friends again. Good friends. Zhang Zhan said, “My husband is playing outside. If you come back late, you should tell him if you are unhappy. Otherwise, if you just ignore him, he will think that you don’t care about him. It doesn’t matter whether you come back or not. I said, whether you are a lover or a friend, just like the sand in your hands, the tighter you grasp it, the faster you lose. No one is stupid. It is normal to know what kind of life is. Zhang Zhan said, “My husband is the kite flying in your hand. If you manage it too tightly, he will not fly high and there will be no development. If you don’t care about him, you just keep putting out the thread. One day he will fly high and far away. The thin thread of marriage will not bear such pressure and will also break. The best way is to release the thread and pull it again, so that he can rise steadily, but it is always in your hands. I am convinced, but I will not master it. Wu Jia and Zhang Zhan left because of many children. For many children’s birthday, only a few friends had dinner together. After a while, many children were drunk. It was probably the ninth time to dial Zhang Zhan’s phone as if he was crazy. The phone was connected. Many people’s phone calls are very loud, and we can hear each other’s voice clearly. Hearing the voice of Wu Jia, many of them were like holding a hot potato in their hands and throwing it to the boy closest to her at once. The boy’s strain ability was also very poor: Then what, Zhang Zhan, what’s up? Wu Jia said: don’t kowtow. I know this is a lot of phone calls. I also know that today is her birthday. I have been holding this phone these days, I don’t want to talk to any of you. If my sister is here, give her the phone. I took the phone, and Wu Jia continued: Sister, I miss you. Spring is coming. I miss you. We took the bus to dig potherb far away together. You bought a lot of delicious food for your nephew, only when we forgot to bring water, we drew lots to see who would cut off the passing trucks on the highway and buy water from them. At that time, we realized that money was the most useless thing, none of us said it was your son, so you should go. Summer is coming. Once I woke up at night, seeing the moonlight as water, very beautiful, I called you up. We all slept, wearing light-colored pajamas with hair scattered, wearing slippers barefoot, walking on the cement road which was white and bright by the moonlight, there was a car light on the opposite side. She said, we learned to jump zombies and scared the driver, but it turned out to be brother-in-law’s car. In autumn, we went to pick mushrooms. We didn’t know mountain roads or mushrooms. We followed them and later we got separated from her. The signal in the mountains was poor, so we finally got through the phone, we asked her where were you. She said, “I don’t know. There are trees all around, and we don’t know where we are, there were also trees around. We had enough money to refuel the car and eat on that day to buy a large basket of dried mushrooms, but what we played was just a mood. In winter, we went out to eat, drink and go out when we were free. We drank too much at one time. In the disco, everyone else was lost. We were still dancing, she said that we couldn’t stop Qu, and the boss didn’t know where to go, or he fell a bunch of beer bottles, then he threw the boss back, then he stopped Qu, stopped jumping, the next day, we all said that Wu Jia had a painful leg, just like talking in a dream. He didn’t allow me to speak, so he could only listen. Outside the window, the sun was still shining and shining. The Sun pulled a piece of black gauze to cover his face. The temperature dropped several degrees at a time. It was easy to catch a cold in such weather. Looking at the tears on many of my faces that made me drunk, I really don’t know who is the sun and who is the dark cloud. I can only catch a cold! Spring inspection, stopped the electricity for a day. Call, wash clothes and iron clothes quickly. My son ate a lot of snacks and was still shouting hungry. I was too busy to call my husband, but the line was busy. The meal is ready, call again, the line is busy. When cleaning up the bowl and chopsticks, hit, busy. After washing his son, he covered the quilt and beat him again. He still sat in front of the computer for more than two hours, and couldn’t knock a sentence into a sentence. He went back. My son heard my father’s voice, seeing that I didn’t make any noise, he got up in a row: Mom, aren’t you angry? Son stayed up! I smiled and covered the quilt for my son: Son, you are scared, mother is not angry, a woman and mother said sorry for more than 30 times, she said, sorry, the number you dialed is on the phone, please dial later. Mom is not angry. You can do anything, but I don’t catch a cold any more. Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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. 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