Afraid of water fish

I am a fish, a fish afraid of water. As others say, there is only seven seconds of memory. I don’t know how to distribute it. I am a fish, a fish afraid of water. A very small. Very ordinary. A silly fish. Busy all day, laughing, wandering aimlessly. The air in the water makes me unable to survive. I am a fish, a fish afraid of water. A fish eager to fly freely in the light blue and clear sky with wings. I am a fish, a small fish with seven seconds of memory and seven seconds of life. So, I have to think about some people and things one by one. The memory is only seven seconds after suffering, and there is no courage to recall after being destroyed. The seven-second memory made me forget the cunning of the human heart and the scorching cold of the world. Seven seconds of memory made me forget the hardship of love Road. Let me miss you wholeheartedly and incisively and vividly, even if the tears flow away. I know no one can see it. Because I live in the water. I am a fish, a fish with seven seconds of memory. A fish that hurts so much that I don’t want others to see it. Wearing a hypocritical mask during the day, I was happy, blankly and idle. In the dead of night, I crawled in front of the computer and missed something that nobody could understand. Lying in bed, I thought that only you and my brothers could understand the language. The little fish laughing till midnight can fall asleep, and when Dawn is approaching, I miss you the fish that is awakened by nightmare and unable to sleep. In the boundless and endless crowd. One can only see the dark fish from the light. I can see the declining fish from the back of the prosperity, but there is nothing I can do about it? It should have nothing to do with me. I am just a fish, a fish with only seven seconds of memory and seven seconds of life. It’s just a fish that has been running in the arena for several days accidentally. I am just a very good fish, but you will never see it again. I shouldn’t think too much, because I can do nothing, just a small fish. I can only remember you and my brother in seven seconds. But no matter how much I miss you, seven seconds of memory can not afford the mountain without edge, the heaven and the earth together, but dare to swear with the king like the sea withered and stone rotten, also can not go back to the Mountain opened by the orchid. Even if I love you countless times, I can’t persuade you to leave. So I can only reply to the heroic spirit I once had. Everything in this world has nothing to do with me, and anyone’s life and death are disdainful to me, even if you spend the years of your previous life and afterlife. To me, you are nothing, not up to one in ten thousand in my heart. But it is only in the seven seconds that everything in the world has nothing to do with me. I just miss you. I am a fish, a fish afraid of water. A very small. Very ordinary. A silly fish. A fish eager to fly freely in the light blue and clear sky with wings. In fact, I have already died. The corpse walks like a devil in the world, but the soul flies freely in the heaven. 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…

Long accompany

I will continue to stay with this city in another way 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…

Depending on the ancient city wall alone, watching the increasing autumn chill “E weekly”

Autumn rain and cold, autumn in the North has always been bleak and steep. I, relying on the ancient city wall alone, look at the distant smog to lock the late autumn, and show a sad and hazy beauty. I am not good at painting, I can only draw a picture of my Qingming river with my heart. ——- Inscription walking and walking, it will be gone; Love and love will fade; Smile and smile, then cry; Those people who have been together for a lifetime have already scattered in the end of the world like dandelion, without the presumptuous innocence of childhood and the delicate and flexible youth, I only left one sentence: You are now, OK? No contact, no phone call, no message, no email, hanging QQ, secretly invisible, watching you go online, offline, without common experience, chatting has become a luxury, in fact, I ‘ve been waiting for you to talk to me, but I haven’t waited until I really don’t want to wait. One day, I heard you say: I ‘ve been waiting for you to contact me, Finally, we fell asleep with disappointment …… we were all waiting, and nobody was willing to take a step. Others said that the world was getting smaller and smaller. I said, the distance between two hearts was getting farther and farther, finally one day, in the noisy street, we passed by each other. We were strangers to each other face to face. Maybe, I would look at your distant back and stand silently, then I told myself in a very small voice that I seemed to know this person! Then, back to back, we decided to leave. We missed the opportunity to recognize each other. Maybe we would never see each other again in this life. That’s it. I left myself in the messy fleeting time …… alone, or gently fondle the willow, looking at a meditation, seeing the maple leaves all over the sky in autumn, the long and long mind of the distant mountains like black and blue stretches, the smoke locks the clear autumn, the misty light can not give a trace of temperature, the wind passes by, the cold fingertips, singing in a low voice, there is a hint of gray melancholy in autumn; Or walking on the lakeside of the tower, watching a pair of happy and sweet lovers passing by, huddling up in her boyfriend’s soft arms, with ten fingers clasped, I rolled my head and didn’t look, but there is still a sweet love for them in my heart; While I am still alone, walking alone in pairs, and the lake surface is filled with mist. I only hope that in my own paradise, there will be shallow joy, silently mourning, write down a small ink note with the words you like. No one needs to understand it, but there is no complaint in mind …… once, in a group of revelry people, they were lonely; They laughed, I also laughed, hiding all the pain in the grumpy smile. The more I laughed, the more painful I was. The more painful I was, the more heartless I smiled. But I was still lonely; Now, I walked alone in the ancient shade pavilion of the campus, letting the beautiful ancient melody slowly flow around my ears. I don’t know where my thoughts are floating, no Do you know why, is it because this autumn is too strong? Or is it because of the cold and heavy smoke? My heart can’t keep warm …… a ink paper inkstone, gently tap cinnabar, lift my eyes and send it from afar, a little deep feeling, and the rest is warm. Exhibition scroll, around the city wall, bustling crowd, strange faces, strange city, I had no time to be sad, so I was annihilated in the light years passing by in a hurry, in the small garden, On the square, the music of Waltz floated slowly, dancing in the sunset, and a gorgeous feast was made with the fallen leaves; Lovers who promised each other on the wooden stool were silent and smiling gently; Children chased the puppy to play, naughty boys would climb up the ancient city wall and sneak into the iron tower Park secretly along the winding path full of weeds; Or squat down by the lake to watch grandpa fishing under the weeping willows, maybe you can also get one or two lobsters to show off to your friends; The setting sun disappears on the other side of the wall with the last trace of regret. The old man who helped each other passed through the ancient road, tears dropping on the painted scroll, I swear that the tears at this time did not belong to pain, but fell down naturally, because it was moved, because it saw the promise that the world was old and the world was not separated; A group of playful children, naive, I still burst into tears unconsciously, because who said their vitality, young people don’t know how to worry about it, At this moment, I only depend on the ancient city wall. The Wind in late autumn cools to my heart. My cold fingertips touch the lingering charm of a hundred years. Can two objects of the same cold embrace each other to absorb a trace of temperature from each other? I can’t understand its thousand years of vicissitudes, and it can’t read the deep feelings and concerns in my eyes …… the place where the sunset falls is where I grew up, where I have the happy memories of my childhood, in the courtyard, the phoenix tree is floating yellow, and there should be a swing. Lonely swaying once full of happiness, the hanging orchid I planted should still be green and green. Does my Gardenia have a flower bud this year? Mother should be busy back and forth in the kitchen, nagging a few words from time to time, smoke curling from kitchen, different from the cold fog in late autumn, straight up to the sky of nine days; At night, everything fell silent, occasionally there were a few dogs barking, dad is still working! He was accompanied by only the lonely stars and my dreams all over the sky. This was a paradise that people yearned for. The first ray of morning light woke up the Rooster with the sound of news. There was a figure gradually in the field, stepping through the thick frost of late autumn and carrying, wearing straw hats, walking together or alone, the whole village became warm. Every family was filled with delicious food and happy. A group of children were chasing the sun with schoolbags on their backs, he would also turn around with his father’s new toys just bought from the city, looking at the quaint river garden with a panoramic view of everything. Dongchen road stretches to the auditorium, with many wandering dreams standing here for a hundred years; I often go to see the monument of Gongyuan, touch its vicissitudes, breathe the air of history with it, and let my soul be quiet; On the playground, the green lawn, ignoring the noise around, lay down, looking up at the sky, the little happiness that only belongs to me is the most beautiful scenery of life …… somehow, this campus seems to have a magical magic, walking in, no matter how upset the mood is, I will calm down. I can feel the heaviness of history and experience the hardships of life. Closing my eyes, what flashed in my mind is a fragment that cannot be pieced together completely: Dongchen Road, auditorium, ta Yun Road, library, Wen Yin Road, Gong Yuan monument, school song Monument, Gong Yuan Road, South Gate…… Turn the scroll, the last Twilight, I am the leading role, depending on the city wall alone, the wind blows the hair, stick it on the corners of the mouth, taste the thoughts brought by the autumn wind, hold your cheek with both hands, and look at the departure, no one knows what I am thinking, even I don’t know the real thoughts in my heart. The pedestrians are dying, and I am staring; The Twilight in the campus is deep, my classmates also went back to the dormitory or went to self-study, and I was still thinking about it; I skipped classes and climbed the ancient city wall. I would rather watch the late autumn depression and night fell than enjoy the so-called classic romance movies of the country; I don’t know when to leave, and I don’t want to leave either. Looking at the direction of my hometown, where is a bright moon? I miss and write down its outline …… close the picture scroll and try my best to paint in my heart, I painted the missing which was not completely original, stopped writing, grinded the ink, started writing, and wrote down the words with shallow meaning: I only relied on the ancient buildings of the city wall to taste the deep cold feeling in autumn; I felt sorry for myself, the moon was cold, and; holding the residual paintings of ancient books, recalling the plain fleeting years; Tears in the heart of flowers, the residual Yang blood, missing and jealous Chanjuan. I silently read in my heart: wish you well! 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…