People cranky rain

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…

Give me a pencil

The wind is getting colder and colder, blowing from the depth of the mountain. Beside the stream at the village head, you are still wearing two slippers of different colors, holding your young brother playing pig grass. Your yellow hair is tied up randomly, your small hands are covered with deep cracks, and the edges of your nails are covered with silky black mud. Faced with my doubts about your family, you whispered in a low voice: dad went out to work while mom took the other two sisters at home; After three years of school, she is not going to school now. My child, your voice is getting lower and lower, and slowly I can’t hear you clearly. Mom won’t let you go? I asked softly that it was me who couldn’t afford it. My family had no money to buy me pencils. Your eyes are red. The question of a stranger seemed to hurt your heart deeply at this moment. I blamed myself secretly and took out a handful of chocolate and handed it over. You raised your head, stared at the chocolate with big eyes for a long time, swallowed your saliva and said, “aunt, I don’t want sugar anymore. Can you give me a pencil? I was so surprised that I opened my mouth and couldn’t say anything. After returning home for a long time, there was always a voice in my ear: aunt, can you give me a pencil? My child, I really want to tell you that I can give you a pencil or even more, but I don’t know how to give your parents a pencil to write life. I went to see your mother that day, and she told me sadly: The family is poor, there are too many children, and there will be a lot of fines if you live beyond the child; But it is too poor, I also want to have another son so that I can have more male labors to work in the future. I can’t, nor can I bear to accuse your parents of how foolish and weird their thoughts are, but I am sad to see you at the age of eleven: The Game of eraser is blown away by the wind, the wings of the bow break the rain. I was very confused. I was also looking around for that pencil, which you need, your parents need, and many rural areas need. 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…

The fallen flowers and lonely tears, how can I feel

The days are constantly repeating, and I am still writing about those sorrows as always, how many people pass, how many people have been faded quietly by their own memories —- inscription if I was wandering on the beach of life, I picked up marvelous shells one by one, and I used the threads of memory, string up a piece of eternal memories miss and feelings are like gurgling water, flowing back to the dream-like memories in a bridge of time and space, soaking my heart deeply and deeply. When you step over the yellow leaves and slow down in the rustling autumn wind, when you stare at the distant sunset stubbornly smearing the afterglow all over the ground, when you read a book alone in the silent afternoon, I gently saw your sad smile. In this deep memory, you are also a long painting scroll with fallen flowers and lonely tears. How can you feel. I don’t know whether the journey of fleeting time is too fast or life is the same; When the bell rings again, your pace is gradually moving away, and the rain cannot wash away the missing for you, the snow can’t cover the love for you, and the corner can’t listen to the sad music quietly with charm. The Heart will be flooded and tears will flow across the cheek aimlessly. The heart is dead and the love is heavy; water and sky are separated, only on one side. Seeking hard, but finally it’s just love alone! My thoughts were dripping, and the Twilight came back to the Earth; My eyes were still dim, and I complained about my loyalty. My tears stopped and passed by silently. This gray road, how should I choose to translate this prosperous and painful life in the cycle of life? It is not a memory, let alone a Spring and Autumn period,,, 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…

Reminiscence of canhong, dancing alone in life

Once, I wandered in confusion. Once, I imagined beautiful legends. When the sentimental sunset put the bride’s red dress on the mountain, the waves of blue waves spread the clear blue carpet with orange light. Ah! Beautiful nature, natural art treasure. With excellent color matching and bold conception, it is difficult to draw such a spectacular sunset map on the coast even if the famous craftsmen are tempered! Happy seagulls, singing and dancing, soaring in the sky, not free and easy. The vast ocean and the beautiful mountains make people relaxed and happy, and also make people full of loneliness and loneliness. With the song of the seabird, it flows and flows into the sky. Life, a solo dance, emotion, a fanatical experience. What is fate? Why is it so persistent? When this thought rises, I feel much relaxed. The depressed dark clouds in my heart also dispersed suddenly, as if my heart was filled with blue sky, comfortable clouds, and a sense of joy of longing came quietly, but in a flash, it was replaced by the helpless emptiness. A person strolls quietly on the coast, with his eyes fixed on the wave surface covered by the sunset. With the harmonious waves and sand and Dusk music, he steps on the stage of one person. The warm and damp night breeze rubs all the thoughts away, gently strokes the ditch marks that the Love waves rush through, and searches for the warm traces that the passion burns. The tranquil coast makes everything look like nothingness, and the empty heart can only hear the seawater teasing the sand bank endlessly. The sky was dotted with stars, and I blinked my eyes crazily. The Moonlight was bright and bright, and the silver light was splashed like charm. I shot at the fresh wound without shade. Then I searched for the cover hurriedly, but it was ultimately in vain. The sea breeze blows, lifting up the long hair and fiddling with the clear strings. Affectionate people are always missed ruthlessly, only the Moonlight is always pitiful. Helpless, I stretched out my hands to hold the last little warmth, deep in my heart, lingering memories, let it accompany me through the years in the future, and dance a solo dance of life with me. Light play and light sing, leisurely feelings, wine singing alone, drunk charm tonight. Taste life, a solo dance, only the beginning, no destination. What I have experienced is the beautiful and unreal clouds of the past. Although I have sensed the stroking of wind, rain and passion, and experienced the enrichment of happiness and sweetness, I can’t get rid of the bondage of ideas, we can’t get rid of secular prejudice and the reality of eternal loneliness. The stage of life, neon and colorful, charming and colorful, with thousands of visitors, is hard to be lonely. Life, residual red memory, a solo dance, an eternal and lonely reality. This wayward thought! It is destined to be eternal loneliness in this life. The undeserved fantasy, the undeserved encounter and the undeserved passion may be the most beautiful throb of life and the eternal desire of life. A turbulent passion, an earthshaking love wound, came in a hurry, went in a vast expanse, pear flowers fell in love with each other, and walked all over. In the light of thousands of houses and the beautiful and charming moonlight night, I put on my gorgeous dancing dress again. For love, for the persistence I used to have, I lifted a Falk of moonlight and went up to the platform with a ring of Moon, dancing infinite lovesickness, the soul is so soft. The moon is silent, the moon is bright and the people are affectionate. If life is just like the first sight, just like the beauty of the first sight, then there will be no sadness of parting, no helpless choices, no dreams, no lingering thoughts. Maybe from then on, loneliness will be an eternal friend, and residual red memory will be a confusion that cannot be dispelled. But I still want to be lucky that reality inspires me again. Life dances alone, which is an eternal and lonely reality. 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…

Holy Snow

I always wanted to be a dull light and ethereal snowflake, falling quietly in the winter wilderness in the north. In my far-reaching dream, the snow in my hometown was like the stretch of silver satin. I placed myself in it and saw many wonderful things and the group of birds wandering in the deep blue sky. In many elapsed time, I was inspired by the silent instruction of Snow White, and constantly purified and upgraded all the details in my life in the wind of the world. I know that poetic snow is not equal to natural snow, but if you get involved in life as a pure snowflake, everything will become particularly relaxed, pure and vivid. That would be the unfolding of a story, not the ending. For example, Snow Lotus has the most charming life only when it is in full bloom on the snow mountain in Northwest China; For example, if the holy love like Snow Lotus burns on the endless snow field, that will be the most beautiful and the best setting. For many days, I left the door of my heart open, listening to a piece of snow like poetry and gently knocking at the door. The waiting only once in my life is not necessarily love. When the bonfire in the distance brightens my dim pupil again, I see the snow mountain like a loving old man, that is a kind of detached manner, which is full of mystery in awe. However, after countless baptisms, I saw the slanting Sky narrowing and becoming dry. I wanted to go back to the snow field and search for it at the beginning of my life. The white snow is actually the embodiment of my life or the perfect freehand brushwork. The simplest is the most beautiful. The sanctity and ethereal of snow cannot be replaced by other fragrant flowers. She opened in the deep winter and finally became the blood of the earth; She fluttered, fluttered, as if I stood in the wind. That is a kind of true honesty and selflessness. Holding six snowflakes in hand, the dancing soul can be close to the vast space-time, and quietly turn a wet face at the extreme of the universe. Now, when I look at the North with pure eyes, there will be snow falling into my heart. I felt unprecedented pleasure and intoxication, living as seriously as snow or quietly disappearing, jumping or flowing in the heart of the Earth, which was a poem rather than a fairy tale. I also recalled the snow accumulated in front of my hometown, which was as poetic and picturesque as the waves pushed my dream far away. I walked on the snow, and the clear footprints extended to the ends of the Earth infinitely. Love is the most difficult thing to forget in the world, and love is the one that can never be forgotten. At midnight in the south of the Yangtze River without winter snow, I dreamed back to the great Northeast Plain. On the holy snow, I wrote the tenacity, transcendence and beauty of life. 800 Words 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…