Winter comes and spring comes \flowers never bloom

The rest wind of winter melted into the dim red of the sunset, which seemed to be still in love with the world of mortals. However, the infatuated people were still looking forward to the late spring glow. Tell a lovesickness like wind! You are too late to provoke my deep heart of lovesickness and forget the promise you and I once made. I am waiting for you III, just for meeting you again! I don’t complain, you are destined to stay with me when you come! Embroidering pear flowers, dancing lute in front of the hanging turret, charming and touching you. Your red lips and Jade fingers are slender and slender, walking out of the charm and expressing the amorous feelings! However, if you come soon, why can’t you smile? Is it my affectionate past or your sad flowers are hard to bloom, the water is not flowing, the wind is not quiet, and the birds are not returning. Is it because you dislike my appearance and make me grow old, or you already have your own heart! The spring is coming, you can’t see your graceful dance, how can you not see the blush you used to …… I want to hold you in my arms, but you don’t give me the amorous feelings, I am waiting for you, but you even make me empty with a smile. I walked aimlessly, hoping to see the long-lost figure, but the white clouds were floating, the green water was circling, the breeze was dancing, the sunset was shining …… but you never appeared. Do you know how lonely my heart is? Waiting for you, supply me with the years you owe me …. You, a thin lover, promised to accompany me for several years. I can’t say anything. I am suffering for youth, just for you a heartless word spring wind is not warm, as if it is going to tear my scarred heart. How dare I go outing, stepping out of sorrow, stepping into hesitation you come, but never wake up in spring! If I become the wind, I will change back to your constant fondness. Just after a few times, but by the bridge, why do you want to be greedy for dream-woman soup, just go there for several generations. Are you no longer loving me, or am I too emotional! No, you love me, otherwise how can you come back to me? How could you hover in my mind? I don’t understand. Is love really so unbearable? When winter comes and spring comes, flowers never bloom. You have left the world cold and confused the world. We don’t want you to be with others. Since flowers can’t bloom and water is hard to flow, we have been in love for several generations, I used my blood to color the Earth, piercing my heart. The blood kept flowing into the valley. The grass was green, the trees were green, the birds moved, and the wind softened into people’s hearts, love is strong, love is deep, the wind of spring brings the vitality of spring. I wake up everything for you, I don’t know if I can find your lost past! Spring has arrived, flowers bloom everywhere! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Amber

The one who often walked in the corridor was a water deliveryman in his thirties. His back bent for a long time, and his temper naturally became soft. He met a picky hostess, maybe he had to squint and complain that he stepped on the dirty floor. Besides explaining vaguely in an incomprehensible dialect, he could only turn back and forth, the little daughter who came to the door respectfully was still waiting for him at the door, so the girl couldn’t imagine the scene in the room. Through a door, he finally held his dignity as a father. What is waiting for them is the next stairs and the next door. This kind of story is still being continued, but don’t give away the overwhelming sympathy casually, because we are used to misinterpreting others’ happiness as humbleness or even pain wishfully, unconsciously, I ignored the expression of love wrapped in a rough coat like sand. The girl is very happy, isn’t she? There will always be a tall guardian in such a big world. Even if he has to bend down to make a living, his father still protects his daughter’s self-esteem with his self-esteem, which is the reason for his father’s self-esteem. In the law of love in nature, male animals’ emotions seem to be labeled as dull and dull forever, like semi-finished products lying alone in the corner. Father is not understood, so we can only yearn for the sentence of Beidao that you call me to be a son, and I follow you to be a father, but I can’t really fight with him; Father is stubborn or even extreme, as a result, we can only see morbid numbness from “medicine”, but we can’t reflect the heart of the son who is almost crazy. Sad parents, give birth to me. After giving us life, father played an awkward role in family life. The daughter got worldly wisdom from her mother, so one day she began to criticize her father’s bad habits; The son got tenderness and thoughtfulness from her mother, so one day I got tired of my father’s silence and irpatience. When eulogizing maternal love becomes a habit, we also naturally freeze father’s love. But Father, willing to be an ornament and decoration, whether you love or not, he is still there, whether you are sad or not, no matter you accept or refuse, his love is still there, neutral. Rilke wrote a sentimental sentence in Duino’s lament: Father/after drinking a sip of my life/your life became so bitter. What father hoped was not only the connection of blood relationship, but also the inheritance of spiritual world deep in his heart, which was the soul education beyond his mother’s life philosophy. Therefore, starting from the encounter with the little life that needed to be guarded, father hid his sadness and weakness, letting his emotional illness exhaust his life little by little, and did not change his independent and strong nature. Protecting the weak is father’s instinct, and there is no word showing weakness in his dictionary. I was wondering whether it was the day to say goodbye to the world that my father could really unload the heavy burden and get some relief. Maybe, he still couldn’t. Because father is always father, how can he be tired and vicissitudes when he shoulders everything silently. However, my father will be old after all. As if yesterday, the person who lifted you over his head proudly, today, he can only climb the stairs awkwardly under your reminder. Time cut the memory into confusion, leaving no chance for father to recall. Maybe it was from that moment that my father stepped down from the altar and became ordinary and fragile. He will start to take care of your plants and the color of your clothes, as if the rough sketch has been reprocessed, adding expressions and clothes; He will start to review the letters in his youth, unfold the yellowed letter paper over and over again; He will ask all kinds of strange questions like a child, and he will love you more, because your youth continues his youth. However, we are stingy and unwilling to share and give. It was us who laughed at father’s cowardice and dullness. It was us who messed up his treasured verses. It was us who blew away his memory of later youth. At last, The Age hastened father’s aging. When we began to confess, the outline of father became clear gradually. At this time, all the abundant withered, and all the arrivals would go far away. My father became the most colorful one in his youth. He also had a lovely side under his steady maturity. Even if he did something wrong, he would cry. We woke up from the old photos, I found that I also became the father or mother of another life. Father’s smile was fixed at the most beautiful moment in each other’s life. There was no estrangement, no suspicion, no regret or sorrow. We hugged at the end of the last bus, one forward, one backward., there are always some people, in the process of almost delay, condensed into a glittering amber. 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…

Gently sentimental heart with words

I will continue to stay with this city in another way 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…

Habits

Under the three big characters in the teaching building of our school, a pair of obvious bold quotes was painted. The content is: a good habit is to enjoy the interest of a deposit for a lifetime; A bad habit is that a debt is not clear for a lifetime. Every time I see this warning, I have associations, feelings and spirits. List some familiar people, get used to giving people words and deeds, get used to giving people endings, and everyone will suddenly realize. When I was a child, I remembered a brother who loved Eels very much. He was not careless for many years and was not afraid of hardship for many years. He was more active in playing eels than in reading books. He also liked gambling, and he was not tired of playing for a whole day even with little things and stakes. He went back to the team and became a farmer after he entered junior high school. 40 years later, this elder brother kept the habit of hard work and simplicity. He was very fond of labor and had been trying his best to earn money to support his family. He cultivated a graduate student who studied hard and was also a graduate student at public expense in the Army. Every time we met, he called me Sir, with a smile on his face and an optimistic life. It seemed that the society was very free and warm. He is not a scholar, but admire scholars; He is not a celebrity, but adores celebrities. A colleague of the unit who has worked rigorously for many years, loves teaching. It became his habit to try hard to take good lessons. 20 years ago, he was impatient and never spared anyone when something happened. When you get older, smile every day and keep optimistic all the time. When he was the head teacher, he was strict with the students, and someone talked about him in private. However, I found that his class had a strong style of study and the class discipline was satisfactory. Nowadays, I only take one Chinese course, prepare my lessons in a down-to-earth manner, give lectures earnestly, and take great efforts to correct my homework. I am also willing to tutor excellent students individually, and students with learning difficulties are not afraid of trouble. He is used to frugality, no habit of smoking, no habit of gambling, no habit of using money, no habit of making friends, no habit of reading and studying. After work, he honestly helped his wife with housework and became a worthy husband and father. It was this kind of personality that my younger brother taught by his words and deeds. There was a talented and hardworking successor (his son) in his family. He also trained a graduate student, admitted to the provincial civil servant, and his monthly salary exceeded 8000 yuan for his daughter). There was a eldest brother in the village who was born smarter than ordinary people and had 6 children. None of them went to high school. When he was young, he was a worker. Because he liked to take other people’s good things, he took a watch of others once and was dismissed by the factory. After returning home, I worked as a private teacher, a leader, and a propaganda commander. I can farm, kill pigs, paint, and a nozzle. In my eyes, I am a great man. However, if you are greedy for color, you can’t change this bad habit when you get older. Once he bumped into the south wall, his head was bleeding, and the other side had a backstage. The official’s words disqualified him from being a civilian teacher. At the age of 70, she was suffering from a terminal illness, and her two sons were not in love at all. The four girls had more than one heart but couldn’t do enough. They lamented: what a sin! Once he was critically ill, his nephew paid for hospitalization for one month; When he died, his sister also came forward, and his children and nephew paid for the funeral. From this point of view, good habits benefit people’s life; Bad habits hinder people’s life. Good habits must be cultivated from the hour. Bad habits must be removed from the hour. Good habits can create life, and bad habits can also destroy life. I am see it like this! Book in the morning of 2012,05 and 30. 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…

Spring night drizzle, fertile mood

The good rain knows the season, and spring happens. It sneaks into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The continuous spring rain, closely following the valley rain, shows the enchanting posture, irrigates all things eager to moisten, and the wisps of rain gently depict the traces of life, it also enriches my long-drought mood the coming of Gu Yu, the soft rain, the fresh light washed everything in the world, the greedy suction of fresh air, the mood to accept the bath of spring rain, washing away the lead and dust, a soft and clean ripple moistens the dry heart sea. A kind of heart, a kind of intoxication, walking in the rainy night, missing overnight, a kind of tie, pulled by the rain to your window, the rain outside the window, can you hear my call? Light thoughts, light rain, clear Haggard, and drizzle flow into a stream of trickle mind, flashy like shadow, your hardship curled up in the raindrops. Rain is the sigh of the ocean, the tears of the sky, your favorite and my warmth. I like listening to the rain and the sound of rain and sand at night. The sound of rain not only cultivates people’s mood and softens people’s emotions, but also gives poets a relief. Su Shi’s beauty and rainstorm, Jiang Jie’s Yu Meiren, li Qingzhao had a long way to go, and even Li Shangyin said: When you asked about the date of return, when the rain rose in the autumn pool in Bashan Mountain, why did you cut two candles in total, but when it rained in Bashan Mountain at night. Rain is the product of nature. Because of rain, nature becomes vibrant, and because of people and rain, it becomes flesh and blood, and I understand sentimental feelings. Quiet night, stay away from flashy, listen to the intoxicating night rain, create an extraordinary realm for yourself. In this way, I sat alone in the study, with slight loneliness, slight missing and helpless sadness floating in the rain. With a note of dream, you are constantly flashing like a butterfly, as clear as yesterday, somewhat haggard, somewhat lonely, sympathetic to the heart, pulling the heart. I miss the little rose umbrella in the alley, and the poem that you string the rain beads into missing. You say: On rainy days, there are you in my poems, and there are me in your poems. The sound of rain, no tedious disturbance, no passion loss, no need to walk with a mask, only the warm sound of rain, mood, is expanded by your sincerity, filled by your deep feelings. Year and month flow, tired body and mind, it is always difficult to hold on to the continuous footsteps, into the late autumn, sometimes I have to lack the passion of youth, mood is always light, light, I like to look for the artistic conception of the Ancients in Tang Poetry and Song poetry. Every time I spend one day, the annual rings carve my face. When I see the current photos, I can’t find the trace of youth any more. But sometimes I am positive, not afraid of the coming of severe winter, willing to enrich myself with words, and the idea of facing everything calmly will not change. I like the smell of thin Love, which is like a slight sadness. I often feel that it is not strong enough, but I still like it very much. How many years, how many movements have been taken away, and how many vicissitudes and prosperity have been buried? I felt melancholy from the bottom of my heart, and I missed more. Leaning alone in front of the window, the rain drips around me. I hope that the night rain will keep falling. I am willing to listen silently and listen to the desire for love. It is ordinary and pure, as if the rain is closely connected, kiss me, in front of the window of life, I looked at a curtain of deep dreams, which became blue in the drizzle. Tender feelings are like smoke, raindrops are emitted on the delicate lawn, like the green carpet that has just been cleaned. It is fresh, refreshing, comfortable, and cozy to surround the mood and mind. Spring Rain, in the spring, will pull deep feeling, my eyes, chasing every raindrop splash, as lovely petals instantly beautiful, then, will melt into a trickle, lingering intertwined, A spray splashed, which was the smile of countless raindrops. Spring rain endows people with beauty and injects enthusiasm for writing. Facing life, I don’t like to make comments on people and things. That is not my hobby, and so is being a private person, although there is a big thing that has nothing to do with it, it means hanging high. Everything is straightforward and clear, which also makes me quiet a lot. There are always some memories connected with myself when writing and writing in the pen. Although those real, expected, sad, regretful and happy ones are not decorated with flowery words, but it is a true portrayal of my life. I like Su Shi’s feeling of being peaceful in the rain and smoke, and I respect the calmness of moving forward peacefully in the wind and rain. Every time I walk in the rain or look at the rain through the window, this sentence will unconsciously appear in my mind. I like the fine and soft beauty of rain, the wet and moist feeling brought by rain, the faint sentimental feeling in rain, and the thought of indulgence and letting it fly, therefore, the misty rain became the taste of the rain, the taste of romance, the taste of the lonely fragrance, the mood, with the poetic heart, like raindrops floating around. The drizzle is quiet and soft, lingering and drunk with smoke and rain, and the ink fragrance is filled with emotion the words created by poets about connecting with rain will make me intoxicated and like chewing their poetry to enjoy the rain, I like to miss someone in the rain, and I like to recall the heroic appearance of my soldier. I am more accustomed to making a cup of tea on rainy days, sitting silently and looking out in your direction. Perhaps, at this time, you are recalling the alley in the rain by the ancient handwriting, the umbrella you and I once owned, and the romantic warmth in the rain. In rainy days, it makes people feel very soft. When people reach middle age, they still miss some deep and shallow imprints in the rain, making paper from charming days to poetic rain as ink. Some shallow thoughts, written by the rain Silk, like the feeling of rain and soil, are fixed as permanent nostalgia. The rain is flying with rhythm and scattered chapters, leaves and sounds, hazy colors of life, singing my own rhythm. The drizzle touches my pen tip, and also enriches my mood. 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…