Light rainy season, light sorrow

The scorching sun in the past few days, after the washing of such a misty rain, swept away the dust accumulated for a long time, took away the hot summer, and brought a little cool to the world, which seemed to be somewhat refreshing. The leaves and grass on the roadside looked more green after the rain, just like getting a new life. They couldn’t wait to announce his tenacity to the world! The beautiful flowers lost their elegant demeanour at that time, and the petals were scattered all over the ground. Those listless flowers left on the branches seemed to carry some sadness when they were scattered into mud and ground into dust. The wind is blowing, the rain is falling, where is my heart? The cold wind blew in and fell all over the body. I couldn’t help trembling. It seems to take away the complicated world in rainy days, and everything seems so quiet! Quiet, I could only hear the sound of patter raindrops hitting the window. The crisp birdsong is more loud and cheerful at this moment. It seems that they are also cheering and expecting for the rain and the coming of the wind. Maybe they have had enough of that hot weather! The silence of rainy days seems to be the easiest to take people away on the road of memory. The ethereal thoughts gallop wildly like the wind. In those years, at that scene, at that moment, there were also those people who seemed to be echoing those lovely voices again, and their figures were shaking in front of them. False but so real, when he reached out to catch it, it was like a cloud of smoke, vanishing without a trace, without giving people any time and opportunity to remember. Everything was restored to the previous tranquility, which was a little horrible. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the wind was getting stronger and stronger. It could be said that mountains and rains were coming and the wind was full of wind. A flash of lightning flashed across the building, illuminating half, pull back the galloping thoughts. Lamenting, missing; Sighing, peach blossom, sun and moon shuttling back and forth. Read, those who can read. As time goes by, it may become empty. It’s hard to look back with tears! Leave a lament in the sky, and wish the rain flow on the Earth. The cold wind blows up, standing in the drizzle, letting the wind blow away the sadness, and the rain wipes out the vicissitudes of the whole body. Stay half sober, stay half drunk, wake up hazy, wake up sober or throw away troubles, forget the dust. I don’t want to be a point in the dust, but I always waste it in the dust. The muddy road always falls down accidentally. Sometimes it doesn’t have the courage to climb up, or you can’t find the direction of the way forward. Then you remember the use of the compass. I don’t know when my compass fell, but I kept looking for it, but I didn’t find it. I can only slowly explore the confused road, but I believe it is always approaching 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…

Autumn night sigh chant

I heard the nightingale’s song from the corner through the thick shielding. The music score was made by the Cold Dew. The night dispersed and occupied the land of light. I also melt, because, looking left and right, I can’t find out whether the shadow following the shape is still following. In the seclusion and darkness, like the sound of bamboo meat, it swam from the deep place and penetrated the diaphragm of the heart secretly. Only by holding your breath can you feel it. Tonight is a moonless night. Therefore, sadness and sorrow are as diffuse as the night. Wu Weng had a deep thought, but he couldn’t sleep. But we can’t find corresponding ways to pick up the gains and losses of our hearts. The so-called bamboo slips and volumes, without the words of awakening, can pronounce, echo the sound of the brain, dredge the stagnation of thoughts. In the dark ink paint, the unceasing worm didn’t listen to me. Its sound and sound were like small serfs, and the seclusion which made the night back and forth was scattered, and become the component of breathing. Even though the star of the sky, the weak sight, can not clearly understand my operating mood at this moment. This is how to calculate the future livelihood. Far-reaching things become more profound, just as the vagueness in memory is as profound as the clear reality in front of us; Things close at hand, in the category of feeling, use magnetic force similar to magnet to operate, it is the same as the feeling, the sense of language is the same, you can find or say it without thinking. Therefore, it was not very paralysed. Some elements of wakefulness, some active psychological images, or the lingering fragrance of the flower of Yao Yao, gave me a kind of spiritual hint. Walking and stopping, looking up and overlooking can all obtain beneficial properties and organize a pair of light ink freehand brushwork. If so, my own voice, for the penetration of the night, there are still traces that are not easy to wipe. In vain, looking for shining colors and whitewashing those words unable to appeal in the dense silence. Because these words have been soaked in the night, even falling off, losing the radicals or radicals, being scattered and disorderly, and escaping from the original. On this night, even if we can collect all the parts of the word, it is difficult to restore the original appearance, persuade all the memories or prove all the memories with accurate order. I thought: if the night is pure, then all sleepless guests will be lucky. On the night of cleaning, if it comes out of the spring at the beginning of the mountain, what’s the harm of not sleeping here? Who is in charge of the key of the night? The thick ink color immersed in the story, while the protagonist in the story covered his face. Weak movements encroach upon the starlight. The Ashes are attached to the lowest dumb voice and dissociated in the state of ghost. The wild spirit engulfed the faint of the night, which was also like a slender vine, pulling the plain clothes of the newly widowed woman. The extremely weak Firefly seemed to talk about the ancient books of the night, but still followed the logic of the night and fell asleep. The hanging of the night was decorated with bottomless expanse, and the Demons were singing Mingyin with their wings darker than the night, and the shadows danced with all their fangs naked. The Heaven is also empty, just the singing and dancing of the immortal class. In the curtain of clouds, in the curtain of fog, all orders seem to be reconstructed. All the colors are out of shape and shadow, returning to the deep layer of the night, and brewing again. This is not an illusion! All the lying and lying lips began to decay. All the evil hands were chained. The Sound of Music and the color of flowers pervade the landscape. Nature is depicting nature, and everyone has a pure heart, happy or quiet. They love each other and need each other; They work day by day and have a rest under the moon. Who can deny the function of time? In addition to laying a deep mark on you and me, time has also carved the epitaph of the living inadvertently. Growth is not a happy thing. When the prominent pictograph and the shrill roar came out, the raw eardrum unexpectedly accepted the fierce shock. If so, my heart suffers from the symptoms of palpitation. The unstable blood transmits this fear to every cell. My introspection has no effect. What do you do if you can’t see yourself and don’t know yourself? Hearing but not seeing, seeing but not hearing, such a one-way, such a incomplete process, can not get the already very stingy reality gift. Hungry, hungry, thirsty, let it lose weight. The simplicity of the Weng seems to be unable to understand the spring and autumn contained in a leaf. At this time, although I could not see the gaunt of the leaves, I could detect the weakness of the leaves, which could not keep a little Crag sound and hold a hint of youthful color. Even if you stand like a thin bamboo, you can’t be familiar with how many years of vicissitudes a cloud can bear. The light of stars is also like waking up or not. Unwillingly, its flying like feathers finally lost its weight, and rested on the surface of creatures, covered with a thin layer. Is it God’s advice? Cool and cold, long, all the veins are infected. The faint fantasy then melted into the Tour of juice. The night becomes a little cold because of its slight coolness. The vocal cavity of autumn insects is less transparent, and there is always stagnation between twists and turns, and there is not enough energy to pass through all the barriers of the night. Therefore, intermittently, like a person who is afraid of the cold and lacks clothes, shivering. Wu Weng didn’t want to talk, and he had nothing to say. Black and White in eyes, right and wrong in heart. They are connected organically. Wu Weng may spend his whole life, unable to interpret the most original black and white, turn it into the motto of cautious life, and let right and wrong choose. Under the sky, there is no voice of sage. All of them are the sense of corresponding objects and the result of harmonic objects. Experience is the fruit of the flower of nature. In fact, right and wrong are both cause and effect; All right and wrong are caused by yes but not, and are not. I wonder if what miweng said is absurd? 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…