Those years of rainy season

Those years of rainy season

Looking back, the childhood had already passed away, leaving only deep or shallow memories, gently pushing open the window of memory, and the past emerged. When I was still a child, carrying a schoolbag and holding a cow, when I grew up gradually, putting down the schoolbag and going to the society, the cow used to have no idea where I was. We have common memories of those rainy seasons. — Inscription rainy rainy season, the weather is changeable, sometimes the rain is full of the sky, sometimes the sun is shining, then there will be heavy rain outside the window, the rain is like countless whips, pumping heavily on the glass window, snapping, looking at the unscrupulous rain, listening to the familiar sound of raindrops, my thoughts drifted away. When we were young, we went to herd cattle after school. How many rainy days with thunder and electricity, we swung in the wind and rain with umbrellas, and how many rainy days with heavy wind and rain, we wet our clothes all over our body, we simply put up our umbrellas and ran on the grass in the rain. In many rainy days, our friends put umbrellas together to prevent the invasion of wind and rain. Whenever the river rises after wind and rain, we hold hands tightly and help each other to cross the river. I remember that once, after a heavy rain, the river rose and the water was urgent. We still crossed the river hand in hand, shaking left and right, stumbling, the river finally separated us. Everyone grabbed the rope of their own cattle tightly and struggled in the rapids. Later, an adult carried us to the shore with naked feet, the shoes were washed away. Since then, every time it rains heavily and the river rises, our family members won’t let us walk that river. Once upon a time, every time after the wind and rain, our friends shouted to the sky washed by rain, watching the rainbow rising after the rain and cheering. When the wind and rain stopped and the river was calm again, we went to lift the banana tree that was blown down on the bank by the wind and rain into the river, sat up and fluttered with the water, or stood under the dam with open arms, welcome the water rushing down from a high place, sometimes put a eight-character foot, blocking the water flow, carrying waves of water, sometimes kicking the water surface with both feet, splashing a wave of water, the clothes I often play are all wet, and I am also happy. Now we have grown up, and those cows who accompany us to grow up don’t know where we are. The grass where we play and run has also built factories and clear rivers in the past, there are piles of polluted garbage, which are stinking all over the sky. Now I only leave the little memories in my heart. Every time I recall the past of rainy season, the play after rain, the sky washed by rain, the green grass, the fields full of rice, the flocks of cattle, the crystal rivers and the innocent laughter like silver bells were just like yesterday. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

We all “read” ourselves

I haven’t mentioned emotional things for a long time. I mainly feel that after being taken out of my body by life, I am destroyed by emotional things and have no strength to talk about emotional things. However, sometimes life is really helpless: The more you don’t want to mention, the more you have to mention; The more you don’t want to do, the more you have to do. Just as people said when joking-which pot do you not open! Yes, it made me touch it today. Today, I was going to write something on the computer in the computer room of the school — poetry, but my mobile phone suddenly rang before half of my poem was written. At that time, what I saw on the mobile phone screen was that I didn’t want or didn’t intend to answer the strange number from other places, but finally I answered it. I was interrupted by the other party before my question was spoken out. It turned out to be a phone call from a friend who had not contacted me for a long time. What did we say? In fact, I don’t know, just because we talk too long and have too much content, and I have always been a supporting role. I only vaguely remember that she said that she hadn’t found a suitable job until now after graduation, and she had been taking all kinds of exams from beginning to end, the journey and shuttle can be described as flying to the south and heading to the north — big cities all over the country are flying and wandering everywhere, but the work has been hanging out without success. Another thing is — emotional things. She said that she met a boy in her local area, saying that the boy wanted to pursue her, but she didn’t agree at the beginning; She didn’t agree at the beginning, because she thought that the other’s education background was too low. However now? What did she say? The boy was really a little handsome. He began to like him a little and couldn’t let him go. It felt very contradictory. He said he wanted to hear my opinion. My God! Do you want my opinion? To be honest, my own emotional life has been in a mess. What nonsense do you want to listen to me? To be honest, I really don’t want to mention this, because I am a loser and a weak person. But after all, we are friends. If we don’t talk with each other, it will inevitably make our friends unhappy and sad, so we have talked with each other for a long time. But: she said, I listen. I could feel it on the phone. She said: If you want to work, you don’t have a decent fixed job, and you have to travel around; If you want to be emotional, you are almost three to ten years old, but you don’t even have a boyfriend. Then, she said: if a woman is older, it is difficult to find a partner, especially to find a person with good or superior conditions in all aspects, it is even harder to find someone who meets your favorite. In the end, I added a sentence disappointedly: I will talk to her, if it doesn’t work, I will marry him at the worst. Putting down the phone, her words circled in my mind for a long time, making myself unable to fall asleep. I thought: what happened to us? How can I do it? Hey! It turns out that we all read our own books (homophonic to gambling and losing)! Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

Mood monologue

I don’t know when the view of some things begins to change gradually. It seems that life is no longer a one-way line. I always feel that life is very busy, but I don’t know how many really meaningful things fill it. I like to look up 45 degrees and look up at the sky, and I once hoped that I would never be simple and free from troubles. When I saw the beautiful blue, I would imagine that the Aegean Sea was right in front of my eyes, and I was bathing in the holy sunshine of the island of Santori. I thought autumn would always be beautiful, but it also had sadness. I thought I knew life, but I never thought that I was always fooled by life. I have no doubt at all that I love it, just like I once came to its embrace full of desire. I hope I know everything, but I am always stupid and ridiculous. I hope I can go back to the starting point, but I have already taken the circular bus of life unconsciously. Everything about me is still as simple as a piece of white paper, then I realized that I once hoped my life would be colorful. At first, I didn’t like others telling me in the tone of education that I had never experienced anything. It felt like the first half of my life was denied. But am I really up to now?! I have liked myself and hated myself, but I am still me. Many shortcomings, many imperfections. I can’t tell my three advantages in half a minute, but I can think of my many shortcomings in this short time. I am not confident enough and feel inferior in some aspects, but I never belittle myself. I know I will be better than I imagined. I often feel that I don’t know myself, but I know myself better than anyone else. Therefore, no one has more say than me. I recalled my childhood and time, just like I was sitting on a circular bus, and I began to look at myself from the perspective of bystanders, I found that everything seemed to return to the original point. It seems that I still hold my cheek and look far away, firmly believing that there must be a sea on the other side of the mountain. Even though I am often confused, I feel that there is no dream. It seems that I will still imagine those beautiful places. One day I will set foot on that land, even if I have never been anywhere. It seemed that I was still the little girl picking flowers in the summer afternoon, with a happy smile on her face, even though now I sometimes feel sad. It seems that I will grow up as beautiful as Anne, make mistakes, but still stand tall and straight. I often think that if a person can survive the posture of a tree, it is the most successful. He is steadfast, downward and downward, believing that there is a sun in the center of the Earth. I also hope that I can, but maybe all the confused experiences are inevitable, as long as you are not stagnant. Maybe I can do a lot of things. Even though I don’t know what it is, one day, life will tell me what attitude I should take. You will know why you are you. 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…

Heart rendered by missing (selected by writers)

Thinking hard every night, sleepless every night. Noisy and impetuous mood always twine clouds. Inexplicable sadness and loneliness invade Yunxia’s thoughts at any time and pervade the living space of Yunxia. Loneliness is like a white note in October. With the melody of the hot sun, it slowly spreads on the bank of the heart of clouds, lingering and blowing. Sometimes, loneliness is also a kind of happiness, because of the cloud, because I think of the cloud in my heart. Does the white cloud that I want to hold tightly remove all the bitterness in the past? In the flame of the sun? We meet in the light, and the clouds don’t want to separate in the light. A fragrant grass, a burning bunch of green; Who gave you the tiny tears, making you sad relying on the wind? We met in the light, and the love we fell in love with had dimmed my missing soul; The steps of insomnia gently thinned my words; The verdant heart in the wind, terrified the Fox; loneliness is like canyang, intoxication is like a fool, and illusion is like blood; At the end of the world, when I wake up and get drunk, I am the only one holding the beauty and fragrance of clouds alone, watching the accumulation of loneliness, looking through the daily thoughts, A heart-to-heart encounter, tears of happiness flooded into lively missing, and complicated sadness twined into my tears. Tears, besides missing, are happiness. The journey of life is accompanied by clouds, warm, no longer lonely waiting for the return of missing. The imagination is infinite, and the clouds are intoxicated by the beautiful imagination. I miss you day by day, care about you day by day, wait for your information day by day, for everything that is far away but no longer far away, intoxicated, wonderful, and not lonely. Quiet night, deep missing. Yunxia is looking for his own meditation and touching emotion in the quiet night, which gives people a deep excitement. My heart is no longer a solo dance. I think of clouds in the deep night. My mood softened and my yearning was drunk. In the season of moving feeling in July, the music of missing became my warm comfort. Listening to different music and thinking about the clouds in the distance, my mind lingered silently on the edge of missing, gently and gently entangled all kinds of fantasies. Sleepless Tonight, my thoughts filled my heart like smoke. If you walk alone for too long, you will be tired; You need to be accompanied by a person to walk together in the future. One person’s Road, two people walk, long life Road will not feel lonely, lonely. With clouds, clouds have more concerns, fantasies and motivation; Because love is happiness. I know that yuner likes to see the magnificent sea, the surging sea and the sound of the sea breeze. Knowing that yuner likes listening to the sea, listening to the sound of the sea breeze passing over his cheek, feeling the comfort of the sea breeze, tasting the light salty taste of the sea breeze; Feeling a philosophical thinking, a poet’s inspiration, I feel that I belong to the nature, and I am a free spirit. My mind is blown away by the sea breeze, and my heart is purified by the sea breeze; Listen carefully to the surging waves, the splashing spray, and the sounds like the sounds of nature. Knowing that yuner likes to miss the picture of strolling on the beach, stepping barefoot on the beach and feeling the coolness touched by the sea water, The coolness is as soft as a lover’s fingers, delicate and useful. The waves of seawater give you selfless care and comfort; Walking barefoot on the beach, when the waves come, hide in the arms of clouds; suddenly Looking back, I found that the footprints on the beach were still left after being washed by seawater, feeling a kind of contentment, wisdom and life. Take the wings of the rays of sunlight to soar and miss, and shed thoughts in the heat of the sun. Clouds, clouds far away, can you sense the deep yearning and Lovesickness of this time? Flourishing complex, sleepless heart, lovesickness is the most bitter, no good time to find, two lines of heart into tears. Thinking quietly, the light figure of the clouds fluttered among the thoughts of the clouds; The thoughts suddenly flew to the sky, breaking through the sky which should have been quiet, adding a beautiful arc, and lovesickness was like a rainbow. At this time, Xia forgot the hustle and bustle of the city, forgot all the sadness, and quietly enjoyed the unique tranquility. Colorful Clouds, Hearts, have been rendered by missing, love, flying. 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…