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The sky was a little dim after the rain. When the neon flickered, I wandered by the river alone. The cool night breeze gently brushed my face, lightly crossed my heart and looked through the past years raging. The melancholy Willow was silent, and none of us could guess her mood. Several happy families and several sorrows. In July, an originally beautiful season determined the fate of many people in the world. Although I am not a loser in July, why are my steps so heavy tonight? Life is too hurried, and it is because of the hurried life that we have our past. Life is like a dream. There are too many joys and helplessness in life. There are too many things that I want to do but nothing can be done. Too many dreams can never be realized, however, too many things that I don’t want to do are constantly bothering my busy heart. The Dream of the world of mortals falls, and when I think of it occasionally, my clothes are still wet with tears. It is an everlasting saying that people run away from high and the water runs down. Therefore, in the rolling world of mortals, we have learned to look up, eager to fly our dreams and pursue them constantly. Young and frivolous, we once had the heroic fighting spirit, endeavor and struggle of heroes rolling in the Yangtze River to the east, but the selfish desires on Earth misled our eyes, looking forward to the life that doesn’t belong to us, my tired heart keeps chasing the so-called passing clouds on the top of the mountain all day long. However, too many obstacles and extravagance cast layers of dust on the originally peaceful heart, which eventually made me physically and mentally exhausted. Only when I was covered with black and blue wounds did I sigh helplessly: I turned my head to be empty for success or failure, the Green Mountain is still there, the sadness of several times of sunset red, and all the efforts in tears and blurred eyes are flowing to the east. Deep in my heart, I was once impetuous, ignorant and crazy. I wanted to cry without tears and couldn’t stop. I lamented that life was so unfair, pessimistic and disappointed. I sighed that there was no place to display my passion. Perhaps, we just hide in the warm harbor, enjoy the lingering of flowers and wine, and conceive those imaginary and romantic worlds with wind, flowers, snow nights and hazy clouds. So we get used to loneliness, learn to silence, learn to slow down the hurried steps alone in such a night, wander aimlessly, and quietly sort out the contradictions, sorrows and anxieties in our hearts. Although it is said that people have to have desires, only when they have desires can they have the motivation to move forward. However, in today’s materialistic society where money rights and status are everywhere, we cannot be occupied by the ever-expanding materialistic desires, jobs, money and status. We can’t even have greed, because this insatiable greed can only bring us endless troubles and troubles. Since we are just passers-by in a hurry on the road of life, why don’t we enjoy the beautiful scenery during the journey, watch trees and flowers all the way, enjoy the grand sunrise and the warmth of sunset, and pursue the simplicity of life itself, enjoy the comfort of life. Only in this way can we find that the days of absurd frolic, fancy fantasy and confusion have gone away completely, and what we are holding are only the empty and beautiful scenery and the vivid details of the trivial past. Yes, every thing in the world and everyone has their own means of survival and value of survival. The sea has the magnificence of the sea, the waves and waves, the rivers have the unrestrained flowing rivers and rivers, and the streams naturally have their own uniqueness. We should not immerse ourselves in the beauty or sadness of the past all day long. After all, things in the past are precipitated by the passing of time. Take life slowly, so we should clear up the complexity in our hearts in time, keep every move in our hearts, and remember every beautiful impression in our minds, turn every touching feeling into a warm memory and dust in the long river of time, grasp the instant beauty in life! 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”. 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