Limit

I doubt that man is an omnipotent tool, at least I am, although I am not omnipotent. Because it seems like the brain can be wound by itself, like a fan on the head, it can’t stop until it turns around. In this circle of time, my brain did what I wanted to do during the day but couldn’t do, escaped from the disturbance of work, and went to the quiet place where I missed the day, I met relatives and friends there, and said the kind and simple words of shyness and expression in daily life. Although space has separated us, we still hope that time can make us meet again in that Midsummer, even if we know how great changes will be, at this time, my two eyes were like the spring that spurted out of the spring instantly. I was roaring and busy like a machine in the daytime, just for the peace at night, miss and wait for the goodbye that has been played in my mind for countless times. I am still a walking and thinking machine. 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…

Side of the mountain

Every time when I was in silence, I tasted a cup of fragrant tea and listened to an old song. The faint memories were rippling, and the local accent flowing on the aquatic plants that had sunk to the bottom of the river was slowly salvaged. Children’s mind is ignorant and simple. I thought that heaven and earth were just the scope within my sight. The distant peak of daoqingli stands high, which is the end of the sky and the edge of the ground. The world at that time was clear and happy. Playing all over the fields, the rich and complicated original flavor sprang up, lost in the mottled colors. My mother’s soft call, with ups and downs, softly absorbed on the wild flowers on the stranger, and spread on the tip of the long willow branches. The smoke wrapped around the sunset, and the warm Halo gently settled on the shallow rape petals. Pull a handful of dandelion flowers and sniff the fragrance; Quietly gather over and touch the wings of dragonfly; Poke a honeycomb with a branch to provoke a crazy run; Throw a tile on the sparkling river, arouse the water drift in the circle, disturbing the faint and clear dream of the frog; Pick a cattail and make it into a green cattail whistle, and send out the lost Chick’s tender cry to fool the old woman’s eagerness to find,,,,,,. I was tired of playing, lying in the soft grass, listening quietly to the sound of flowers blooming and fading. Looking at the blue sky, the clouds with light gauze are changing various forms. Sometimes I would climb up the high haystack, looking at the distance and the distant mountain crazily, thinking about the heaven and earth on the other side of the mountain and the wonderful things at the end of the day. In the end, I didn’t climb that mountain either. But later I knew that the other side of the mountain was not the horizon. On the other side of the mountain, there is a higher sky! Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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…