Cold rain of Xi

The southerners who fell into their dreams with the flowing water on the bridge all had an unspeakable crazy dream: on the silent wilderness, the birch forest, just like the bare uneven wound, was waiting for the snow to fall down, those were the transparent tears in the sky, melting in the eyes of the land, which cured the loneliness and stubbornness of the North. Who left his flat footprints on the snow as if the clear fable stretches to Eden? The reason why he said he was crazy about dreams is that there is only a cold rain wrapped in the reality, in the trickling trifles, the mood of being too late to take root will breed gloomy seeds. The more you want to escape, the more you will review the similar dreams. The snow in the north, even if it is just a distant sound, is also a warm sound. Most of the people who looked forward to the back of the northern land with deep feelings were Southerners who had lost Wu Nong’s soft words. Thinking of Zhang Ailing recalling the little radish soup with duck tongue in Tianjin in a calm tone, she was a little drunk, three points greedy mouth, seven points female nature made, in addition to cool and sad, real ordinary life atmosphere. I am used to the spleen and stomach of Southern dishes, and it is inevitable that I feel jealous. The difference between regions sometimes determines the temperament of the two kinds of scenery. The rain path in the South is still shallow, and the cultivation can not be crystal clear. Beauty is beautiful, and after all, it is too delicate to lose texture; The snow in the North has its own spirit, rough and elegant, silent and profound, attracting you at ease. Going around in the cold rain in the South, Lu Xiaoman overdrawn his gorgeous youth, and the Shanghai ladies became a sticky rice on their clothes; Lin Huiyin, who passed in April, accepted the independent bearing of the snow in the north, knowing to abide by, letting go, ups and downs, is still a cinnabar mole in the poet’s heart. The latter is probably appreciated by the world. There is no scenery in familiar places, especially when familiar places become natural or even essential. People who grow up in the South are too eager to squander their courage. They prefer to use their bodies to get close to the desolation of the ice and snow to feel the shock of the real skin cutting, which is better than to waste their years into the endless cold rain. However, people always ignore that life is not a graffiti that can be tampered with willfully, and every story has the most suitable development context. Imagine if the Southerners who are used to watching the smoke Willow painting bridge will be burnt by the snow light? With a chest full of West Lake water, can you resist the howling and whipping of the north wind? We dare not and are unwilling to answer. Kuafu, who was determined day by day, eventually died of thirst on the journey. But I thought that this was his luck. If he really caught up with the sun, his body would probably disappear. Kites have wind, dolphins have sea, and each life form has its own existence. We cannot touch the real North if we lack enough experience to brew into a fearless mood. Even if we set foot on the land of the North, we would desecrate its world like ignorant and savage fools. If so, we might as well miss each other. There are not many people who can not only control the majestic momentum of snow in the north, but also blend in the misty rain and mist in the water village. Su Shi may be counted as one. He could be a high-spirited warrior in the snow and snow, or a literati who mourned his dead wife in the bitter wind and rain. Only the comments chosen by history are Zuo qianhuang and right Optimus, which have nothing to do with ten years of life and death. Su Shi, the founder of Bold words, was a passer in the south of the Yangtze River in a hurry. His spiritual residence was in the north, on the vast snow field. Authentic Southerners can only walk in the cold rain in the South. After being tired, I turned around and could rest without a pulse of water. Many people searched for him for thousands of times, but forgot to look back at the recession. I really don’t know if I am in blessing. If you choose a kind of life, you must pay a price. Are you afraid of the noise and sorrow of cold rain? Exquisite and thoughtful, is the beautiful blessing of God, is a little aura in the southern people’s bones, why should we abandon it? If this is the price that you have to pay when you were born and grew up, it must be the happiest sacrifice in the world. In the past, I didn’t understand where the origin of the local complex of the literati from the north and the South was, and I didn’t understand where the origin was that I stubbornly devoted my whole life to pet one side of the world as the center of the world. Now it seems to have. No matter how paranoid they are, they are understandable. They either find a destination in the swirling snow or find comfort in the fine rain. And this dependence is beyond the feeling of crossing the ocean and experiencing prosperity in other places. There is no scenery in the familiar places, but the past, which cannot be thrown away constantly. It is not a gentle net Twining, but a mark left in the body and a warm breath can be sniffed when breathing. Chi Zijian, who grew up in Mohe, once told southerners with pride how long the taste of salt in the North was, and the tears of northerners were more salty and weighty than those of southerners. Then we can proudly say that the rain in the south and the cold rain in the South are both human feelings. Whether they are proud or frustrated, they are accompanied by the footsteps of passers-by, or Xu or urgent, never stop, this is a kind of tacit understanding, but it is not just a kind of tacit understanding. In the slogan of Korean national education, there is a saying that children with Korean clothes appear in TV malls to learn how to make pickles. They may not really understand the so-called country, the so-called home, however, the memory of the Earth is completely preserved by the simple things in front of me, which is another realm of the Earth. This heart and this body all depend on each other with the land under its feet. People’s attributes are just like this. It is wood, it takes root, it is water, it integrates, it is fire, it is warm, it is Jade, and it is warm. Just like you and me, we are waiting for a cold rain to live a genuine life, the life of southerners. 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…

Years still warm

At the intersection of traffic, I strolled slowly, and the autumn feeling passed quietly, looking at every hurried figure running on the edge of the autumn night, the neon lights in this familiar and unfamiliar city seem to lose the exquisiteness and charm of the past. The autumn is bleak, and the world has been experiencing joy and pain for more than 40 years, I have also gained success. When everything is concentrated in my memory and drops in the coldness of autumn, I suddenly feel that I cannot find the direction to move forward. Wandering in the noisy world, the ups and downs of thoughts are silent and sentimental. Time passes by, and what passes away in the indifferent calendar is your smiling face, it was the clear Lake when we met, but I understood that only memory was a quiet paradise, I am willing to run aground in this world which only belongs to myself, the disturbance and complexity of the world. The evening breeze blowing on my face was occasionally cool, and the familiar music sounded along the road, which was the song that you and I always liked. Every beating note lifted my thoughts. Buddha said: There is nothing in the world, just too stupid; Love is mercy. Walking through the breeze and drizzle for dozens of years, every detail picked up hand in hand emerges in this autumn wind blowing night; The wind blows and leaves dance, flowers bloom, the scenery passed by all the way, and what deepened and deepened in my eyes was still the first tender I saw, and what the pen tip recorded next time was still the touch after the combination of articles and chapters. The interlaced flickering of neon lights reveals the sadness hidden in my heart. The years behind the prosperity seem to have changed. The memory is like the water flowing in the palm, quietly settling down, silent dry air once, I was silly to regard the companionship of every day and night as everlasting, and the struggle hand in hand as eternal happiness. However, I suddenly felt how mysterious and fragile the relationship was, everlasting is such an extravagant and demanding demand; The immortal oath has evolved into the engraving on the Sansheng stone. I am not greedy, but I just don’t give up the thousands of years of looking back, I just don’t want to meet when my youth is full of flowers and fragrance, and the infatuation that begins day and night flows across my face quietly with tears. A burst of coolness goes through my heart to see the hurried pedestrians, the strange faces may also record stories of different scenes, plots and feelings. Yes, whose eyebrows touched his heart, whose love disturbed his feelings, who cared about whose sadness, who loved for whom, who really took who seriously, who is who who has gone through the vicissitudes of time, is still empty to come, those faded sweet words, seems to be wandering in the past Chinese years. Looking up, the light in the distance has already been dim, and every window and shadow is shining with the warmth of gathering together. Maybe happiness has nothing to do with the person in my heart, and maybe only a long stream of water can really see through the scenery, and who is that, maybe we will always try our best to allocate in the boat of life, crossing our common past and drifting with the waves in the long river of life. The strong wind in the night makes the elegant Autumn Wind take away the sadness in the helpless night, hold every touching moment in my heart, and believe that the years are still warm. 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…

There is no need to cry

Wait for the flowers to bloom, and count the flowers to fall; Look forward to the flowers, read the flowers! -The street lights on the roadside are dim and gloomy, and my mood is depressed! The happiness reflected by the roadside was broken in the rain, and my heart shivered slightly. The residual temperature was hard to warm the injured heart again! I don’t like rainy days, because every separation is always in the light drizzle. After our life train passes this station, there is no capital to turn back, the flowers that you used to accompany me to watch quietly bloom and fall are the same at this moment! The dance swaying under the tip of the pen is lonely and sad. The melody drawn, flying here silently becomes a wound! The pain is not your heart or mine, but the mottled past in the memory. I want to remember you until the end of the world. Cross love and hate, Cross Life and Death, meet by chance at the corner, and acquiesce in the next life! Kiss every air molecule and feel that there is hot liquid falling down at the corner of the eye. Reluctant to reach out to erase, because that is the trace of missing. You in the distance once whispered in my ear: no matter what stage you are on, the fluorescent stick in my hand is always dancing for you. Now, is it because the fluorescent rod in your hand is gone, so I can’t see it? I don’t think so. What goes out is only your heart, but you are already tired! Looking at the dim light outside the window, I couldn’t reach the distance I wanted to reach. The night wind gently blew my scattered hair and interacted with my cheek at zero distance! Bring out the most uneasy sense of loss in my heart. People far away, can the sea of flowers you are watching migrate to this land so that this place will not be deserted any more? Remember that you said I am a sentimental child and a multi-faceted child! For this reason, I can only give a faint smile. Perhaps, this is the way we know each other. We know each other, and then we turn around and spend our whole life forgetting! 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…

Fengqing clear people middle-aged

When Chairman Mao gave a speech in Moscow that year, he once compared the young people vividly to the sun at eight or nine o’clock in the morning. I was already in my thirties when the sun was West, and I was in a panic. However, if the four seasons of the year are compared to life, it should be the autumn that comes from the heart. I think more that autumn should be a season with clear wind, clear clouds and light clouds. In the middle age, people took off the wish of finding a Marquis for thousands of miles in those years, and there was no more excitement between the dust of thirty achievements and the Earth. I have lived in a family with strong traditional thoughts since I was a child, and the outstanding thoughts often add unnecessary troubles to myself. Middle-aged suddenly felt all along, homeopathy to wide spirit in. Because the world has nothing to do, and ordinary people disturb themselves, there is no need to be too persistent in real life, and there is no need to succumb to the secular values. Is it not the happiest state of life to live in a misty rain. In the middle age, people have been planning a long journey of eight thousand miles. More or less, I will spend some time focusing on my own health. In terms of diet alone, it becomes much lighter than before. When I was young, I was very happy to attend the banquets of neighbors or relatives occasionally. The delicious food was eaten up and my stomach was scared without eating a few dishes. I didn’t know that the dishes became more and more wonderful during the dinner, this time can’t even challenge front with glasses of not chopsticks, heart chagrin. When I grow up, I always like to taste fresh food. When I live in hotels and eat buffet, I always like to choose some varieties that I have never tasted before, so that I often have to support myself for liquidation, at ordinary times, when socializing or having dinner with friends, they always eat and drink with heroic spirit. When meeting people, they boast about their drinking capacity and advocate the record of drinking, which would rather hurt their bodies than their feelings. People are less eager to seek novelty and taste new things in middle age, and they prefer to choose some reliable food outside. The willingness to fight wine is less, the courtesy toasts are more, the grandiloquence is less, the beauty is more pleasant, the big fish and the big meat are less, and the coarse tea and light rice are in charge. The green mountains couldn’t be covered. After all, they flowed eastward. Facing the laws of nature, they cared more about the feelings of their bodies. They responded calmly to the scenes without making noise. When people reach middle age, more tolerance adds a responsibility, and they treat their families better. When I was young, I was angry with my wife, and I always liked to dictate and fight for the upper hand. In middle age, people found that unnecessary disputes were actually a waste of life. It is said that men are made of mud and women are made of water, but in middle age, I feel that I am Water, wife and flower, and whether the flower of wife is withered or colorful depends entirely on my grasp of pouring water. When people reach middle age, they often act as family doctors to massage and massage their families to help them retain their youthful appearance. Once it seemed that I had a heart of the world and disdained to do housework in the kitchen. Now I sing more pots and pans, and I am always happy that I can provide a good meal for my family. People are increasingly grateful in their middle age, and they know better how to cherish and repay their parents’ nurturing feelings. When I was young, I liked to contradict my parents, but now more is how to follow the old people’s wishes to make them happy. Reading the article Lu Kaijin, a villager, “out of my father’s sight”, I deeply felt the grief that his son wanted to raise but could not wait for him, which deeply inspired me to prepare for a rainy day, they try their best to arrange them to go out and play while their parents are still able to walk freely. Every year, whenever they have the chance, they will arrange them to travel with groups. Going to Beijing and going to Guilin to climb grandma and visit South Guangdong, which opens their eyes and makes them. When people reach middle age, there is more tranquility and less restlessness. When I was young, I had already stepped out of the door without having a bite of food in my mouth and swallowed my legs after three meals. In middle age, people began to learn to make tea and taste life at home alone, and to knock the keymouse and make sentences in order to stir up. When people reach middle age, it is like a boat to the center of the water. Looking back on the past shore, it is vaguely hopeful to overlook the other side of the distance. Being in the center of the water should be the most beautiful scenery in the journey of life. In the middle age, the autumn wind is refreshing, and the scene of thousands of kinds of Frost and competition freedom is so exciting. Looking up, the sky is clear, the wind is light and the clouds are light, laughing at the prosperity of the world. As in 2012-5-13 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…