In the end, we all lost to time?

I forgot how long I didn’t tap the keyboard lightly, and how long I didn’t use those trivial words to piece up my life. I didn’t want to pick it up rather than forget, and gradually began to be afraid, I began to be afraid of touching my heart with my pen tip, because every time there would be a kind of emotion that I could not give up, because that will only bring the heart impact again and again. If you want to seize everything with all your strength, the result will be empty hands and even make yourself lose more! Afraid to face the beating heart directly, afraid that time will take everything away, even the unforgettable memory will slowly fade under the polishing of time, until he no longer exists in vitality,, gradually I began to understand: the more I wanted to write a memory, the more it meant that the memory would be farther and farther away from me as time went! Time will make memory weathered. Maybe it is not only memory that is weathered! Living in this world and shuttling through the time tunnel, we have to face the growth that no one can stop. Growth is painful because it makes us lose too much, we have too much reluctance in the past time. It’s not that we are too selfish to let go too much. It’s just that there are memories and memories. I have told myself that memories don’t need anything, maybe, it is enough to experience the most beautiful experience! It’s just that my experience is not so beautiful. A mistake made by myself is lingering in my heart. He is stabbing my heart. I don’t pray for forgiveness, because I am not qualified to be forgiven and go wrong one step, I didn’t expect that every step is wrong. I am so conceited! Looking back, I am really sad and ridiculous. It is also a kind of luck to meet the right person on the wrong road! At least have a good memory. Human beings are really strange animals. Good memories will be weathered as time slips away, while the mistakes made by the pain they have experienced are engraved in their hearts, maybe that is a way to guard against yourself! The party on that day was very happy. I met you and you whom I wanted to see. Feeling back to the past, whether we go to work or go to school, we have not changed, we are still zero distance, zero distance! Goodbye After goodbye is still to say goodbye the memory in the memory makes people want to recall the memory is getting farther and farther then let’s cherish the present time! How many stories are waiting for us to continue? How much time is waiting for us to cherish? There are many stories, but time is so little. Yes, life is a one-way ticket with no return. What we can do is to cherish! Then cherish! Time flows like water. In the end, we all lost to time? We dare not give a positive answer to ourselves. We have no reason to give a positive answer. Time is quiet, use your own actions to find the answer! Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

Flower homing trajectory

As the annual rings go round and round, we get along day and night with the years. When I was a child, I always felt that the life was too slow, and it seemed that it was still in a certain period of time. But now, I feel that the time was so fleeting along the fingers. When a kind of astringent smell which is a little heavy, strong and lingering in people’s mind grows slowly in the body. I have to have mood fluctuations, tears streaming down my face….. In the gorgeous flowers of life, every flower is trying to show its beautiful appearance. The process of showing off the corner is very like a Rubik’s Cube, which can not cover all aspects, but we should try our best to embody some values about our own existence. If one day, every face is thought to be in place by oneself, no matter how hard you try to change any face, outsiders can only see the emerging side. Others, in the dark, in some abandoned corners; Or in the stirring cracks, waiting for the day of seeing the light. Candy paper recalled the childhood which was a little vague now, and cut my sister’s head neatly. Raise your head, stick candy paper of various colors on your cheek, and then squint at the color of the sky. The flickering haziness. Since then, dreams and longings of various colors have been melted into that thin and small candy paper. However, times have changed, but we can no longer go back to those simple days without any impurities or bacteria. On that summer afternoon many years ago, adults all went to the farm to bask in wheat. Some friends in nearby villages who can’t name or remember their faces will call them to hide and play in the wheat field. A pair of very simple candy sandals had already worn out after they couldn’t stand running like that, but the wheat residue cut the legs and feet without any sense. At that time, what I feared most was all kinds of Caterpillar. However, many years later, nowadays, dwelling in a big city has already blurred the beauty of the sunset. I have already forgotten the pleasure and fragrance brought by running. Even if something similar to Xiaoqiang crawls out of the corner of the house, he will still do things calmly and pat it to death with slippers. …… After thinking about a question for a long time, the answer is still not clear. In fact, the answer is not unknown. It is only because of its great harm that we cannot understand it thoroughly. At present, what we need is a calm and peaceful psychological attitude or a calm and self-disciplined attitude. One night of paper cutting, I remembered all kinds of window flowers cut by my grandmother. In the snowy winter, every corner of the room was covered with glass, and that kind of Red House was warm everywhere. Lying bed shang ban shang tossing and turning, but can not sleep long. Turn over to the ground, find scissors red paper, and carefully recall every detail of paper cutting. Cut it down and slowly open it, but it is a shape that is nothing. My heart was blocked, and I still struggled with myself. After cutting for two or three hours, my waist and back were sore and my arms were sore. The cut is not a little old. Tired of cutting, lying on the table, looking at a table of paper. Tears fell down, but there was no sound. I don’t know when it will happen. It was the next day when I opened my eyes again. The sun climbed into the window from the other end of the mountain and I couldn’t open my eyes with its golden light. Expand your five fingers and look at the dust in the sunshine from your sleepy eyes. Stretch your waist, stick a table paper-cut on the glass, jump down from the chair after pasting, lie on the rocking chair and look around. More messy and deliberate, less warm and warm. At that time, sadness came from, unhappy. There are too many plots in life that are easy to remember. However, some memories will make people have the illusion of loss…… When the wheat field was young, Grandpa’s home was on one side of the wheat field, and rivers and mountains were on the other side of the wheat field. When it is small, I like the refreshing joy brought by wheat fields in summer and autumn. Standing in the wheat field in summer, the wind blows, and the big waves surrounded by the wheat field come across. The Straw hit me and felt itchy. Shorter wheat seedlings will get into my skirt at this time. There were always some honest friends beside me who pulled out the wheat fields for me to run over smoothly. My friends would smile with their mouths covered and call my name. I don’t know why I liked running so much at that time. That feeling is like the stimulation of racing nowadays. It’s just more natural and better. One autumn several years ago, I went to the outdoor shooting with sister Hua who was engaged in photography, and went through a large number of wheat fields. The spectacular, golden and heavy joy hurt my eyes when the sun was setting, and many memories rushed into my mind at that time. At that time, sister Hua took a photo of me which I thought was the most natural in my life. Among them, a figure standing in the wheat field was almost taken as the cover of her advertisement. Although the wheat field is very high, the long hair is waist-high. But for this, even if it is as ostentatious as me. However, there is still a tradition that cannot be put on the table, which is blocking here. I admit that I will never exceed such a thing in my life. I don’t want to go beyond it. Since coming back with sister Hua, this group of photos has never been seen by the third person. However, I was glanced at by a bosom friend like the wind for a few times. After knowing that it was a photo, I began to rush with me. Maybe because I looked too tough when I was protecting the photo, he was not arguing. Destined, some specific things are left to some specific memories. Just as I left my beautiful and lonely back to the beautiful and lonely wheat field in my heart as always. I have no intention to pick up the fragments scattered by my memory on the ground when I was knocking on the keyboard. I counted a piece of longing, a piece of confusion, a piece of Watch, lost courage, but what I couldn’t pick up was that piece of innocence, a piece of warmth Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

Hide here see rain

I like rainy days for a long time. It rained, and the rain trapped people in the classroom. The class became extremely noisy. This was the warmth that rainy days gave us, but I loved the blockbuster cold and cheerless that he gave me so much. I like to hold an umbrella and walk alone in the drizzle, passing through trees and wind, and passing through those people who laugh, worry and complain. Raindrops hit the umbrella cover. I watched the wind, the rain and the world quietly under the umbrella, just like a woman who lived in Yingying thousands of years ago. She was a household, a folding paper plum umbrella, wearing a thin sweater, apricot flowers and spring rain, Jiangnan always thought that rainy days should belong to the alleys in Jiangnan, a oiled paper umbrella, a bluestone Road, and a graceful woman in Jiangnan. Or, it was the foggy river, a horizontal slanting pulp, an old coir coat and an old man fishing along the river. At this time, I seemed to follow the poetic style as I walked alone. Whenever it rains, the fishy smell of soil in the air will make me feel warm. The air becomes wet, and even the smell smells good. Although it was in spring, the fine moisture was always a little cold. As Tian Wei said, I am a person who liked to hide here and watch the rain. I always stood by the window habitually, as if blowing the wet sea breeze, I think of some fragmentary words and stories, and the inexplicable flying of my mind. Such weather reminds me of many moist summers and many unexpected encounters and departures. Maybe it was the meeting in the spring rain in the past, maybe it was a picture about rain that I saw in the book when I was a child, or it was a summer when I learned from the ancients that I was born with smoke and rain, because of my mood, being touched for no reason others complained about that damned rainy day, only I loved it so much, or I loved countless familiar afternoons, the fragrance of grass in the air was not strong or faint. People say that people who like rainy days are sentimental, and my rainy days are particularly clean, just like my life, wet rain and fog, without trace Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

With heart to walk

Once I had a dream: God wanted me to let go of the troubles of the world and call me back. At that moment, there was a sense of relief without any hesitation. Is life carrying too heavy load? Is life depressed too much hardship? Is it because the spirit is under too much pressure? Thrown away the key, repent and be saved. In fact, thrown away the key is really, repent and be saved is kidding themselves photo. Some people, some things are originally illusory, do not deliberately pursue those nothingness that they can never get. I don’t know when I began to understand that the expression of language is so pale and feeble, sometimes redundant. Gradually I became inarticulate, gradually I learned to be silent, and quietly I became deep. Life is a game of incomplete chess without ending, and the victory or defeat is only between the falling and the thinking. I always thought that words could associate with the soul, so I used to entrust myself to words, but I didn’t know that the original words would be as sad as before. Most of the time, what I saw when I opened the words was the lines of tears, and what drifted into my ears was the faint sigh of the words. Surprised to find that the original words are also dancing with vicissitudes. I suddenly understand that words also have life, which has nothing to do with mood. I always thought that I could find happiness in relaxing music, so I gave myself to music naked in countless sleepless nights, but I didn’t know that I often deliberately magnified the music, although the face with incomplete voice was filled with smiles, I tried my best to let go of my singing voice. I thought it would make me happy. Who ever wondered when there would be glittering and translucent hanging in the corner of my eyes. I suddenly understand that music can also be sad, which has nothing to do with happiness. I always thought that being drunk could relieve a thousand worries, so in the lonely and lonely time, I began to learn to pour and drink by myself, but I didn’t know that alcohol anesthesia could only be nerve, what flickered out was more water-like mind, fragmentary and numerous. Tears flowed in the Cup, and what drank was the confusion mixed with sadness. It turned out that the pain was silent at the extreme of the injury. I always thought that if I hid myself in the dark night, there would be no false feelings and false feelings. If I kept the breeze and bright moon, I would be happy if the clouds were light and the wind was light. Who ever thought that there were too many flowery under beauty, and there were too many overshadows outside hypocrisy. The world was hot and cold, and I saw too much noise. What kind of strength should I use to walk through the years, suddenly, I realized that life is a gorgeous dragon robe with the implied meaning of lice on it. A gorgeous dragon robe experienced glorious decline in joys and sorrows. Finally I understand that life is a process of continuous walking. Soon I learned to walk with my heart in the morning sun. Although I know the ups and downs of the road ahead, as well as the hardships and sadness of the journey, my heart is always tempted and infatuated by the scenery ahead, I imagined that what was waiting for me in the next journey must be Tao Yuanming’s dense peach blossom source. I believe that the next corner will be more colorful and dazzling. All the way is charming, rough, drunk with the fragrance of soil, feeling the fragrance of flowers, red willows and Green, the heart under heavy pressure becomes comfortable and light, like a feather, following the path of the wind and wandering around the world, get rid of the hustle and bustle, seek the plain in the complex, let the soul reach the other side of indifference and tranquility, and let the hardship fade away from the heart. Walking with the soul, passing through the forest in autumn, reading its golden color and its heavy weight carefully. It is profound to read from afar, and quiet to read from afar. The blue sky, white clouds, birds flying over the sky occasionally, and fallen leaves drifting in the wind are always a heart and an endless relief. Suddenly there was a feeling of moving: ordinary days could have been so beautiful. And in the days of singing and walking, there can be no joy, no flowers, no applause, as long as you can still walk, walk in confusion, walk in adversity, walk in helplessness, walking in despair will surely find the meaning of life in walking and taste the happiness of life in walking. At the moment when the setting sun was lost, listening to the cool breeze quietly, tearing the calendar of time with tireless hands, watching the breeze and the moon, the fallen leaves flying, the life is bitter and short, the moment a flower blooms, the flowers bloom and fall, colorful, don’t feel sad because of the short bloom of flowers, just like life, experiencing ups and downs all the way, showing the excellence of life without complaint or regret. Life is a process. Time flows quietly between your fingers, no matter it is happiness or pain, no matter it is flat or tortuous, you have a calm, walk into the deep corridor of time, paint your heart with a touch of reddish, let the sadness fly to the branches and pour the bitterness into the rivers. Open the atrium in a shallow way, let the sunshine enter, and let the tender feelings slowly flow into the misty rain of time. 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…