About the ten years of that teenager.

Whispers Syria innocence. That young man’s dream, repeated dreams. In the drifting time, the dream raged. The decade. Since I can’t stay in my arms, why don’t I enjoy it while leaving and cry at the same time. Ten years ago, I didn’t know you and you didn’t belong to me. We were still the same, accompanying a stranger around and walking through the Gradually familiar streets. Ten years later, we are friends, and we can also greet. It’s just that kind of gentleness, and there is no reason to hug, so lovers will inevitably become friends in the end. I often walk alone in the noisy cement forest. The smoke between fingers drifted away with the stream of people and died out. I often wear headphones alone and immerse myself in the empty music world. The clouds far away drift away with the wind. Messy steps can’t make a movie. A teenager’s dream, blurred, sad, no colorful picture, just black and white fragments. Only occasionally, the mysterious eyes can’t see the stars. Occasionally, I saw the locust tree in front of the door and the blooming locust flower once in spring. Occasionally, raise the flowers in your hands and show off to you, at that time. Occasionally, stand on tiptoe and look for old photos, one time at a time. Occasionally, running to your arms, separation. Once upon a time, looking at the line engraved with height, it gradually became lower. Once upon a time, touching the mottled old tree, in vain to retain. Once upon a time, I saw faint white hair and looked up at the blue sky. I often dreamed that I ran happily just because I found a seed. I never realized the sense of pride. That picture frame. -Writing, from the narration of scattered people. A cup of bitter tea and a cigarette are all my life. Drifting, the drifting of the heart is uncertain. The distant place is my home, and the distant place is my sustenance. I walked with my head held high. No one would see my smile clearly in the dark. The white smoke dyed the coolness in the night. I suddenly felt a kind of happiness, that kind of pure and clear happiness. A shining and real dream is displayed under the light. Those broken transparent paper pieces, dazzling brightness. Lit up some wet smoke. When the white smoke passes through my fingers, I am always inexplicably excited. Yes, I need it. I didn’t know the meaning of loneliness or its existence before. Nowadays, it is as common as drinking water, which is very wonderful. I don’t know if the distance is OK. The flickering cigarette butt in the dark was a lost path. I want to eat ice because my throat is dry due to too much smoke. The old ceiling fan made a harsh sound, and the cabin was filled with smoke. Close your eyes and listen to the young man’s cry. Ten years ago, I missed it. Ten years later, I drifted. 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…

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…