There is nothing else to be happy in light autumn

There is nothing else to be happy in light autumn

Big faint city. The stronger the materialistic wind blows, the more calm the mind can be maintained, making everything light and clear, making the world clear and clear in front of myself and doing nothing, my heart has been Nirvana on the desire of numerous and complicated customs, whether to repair or not, I don’t say anything, everything is shown to the public with the attitude of life, warming people with the temperature of emotion, self-disciplined behavior… (1) relying on the cool wind in September, I blew down my mind for a long time. Walking in the morning dream when the sky was just shining, I was still at a loss at that deserted intersection, A clear birdsong passed through the window, waking up the dream in the dream, so he packed his simple clothes and greeted the rising sun with a smile. The golden and soft sunshine spread on the clean road, and everyone had his own direction, either in a hurry or leisurely manner. I like rows of tall and young ginkgo trees along the road. The leaves are green and transparent like oily paper. When the breeze blows, some leaves break away from the thousands of hands of branches and take off, which reminds me of butterflies! Who is she looking? Dielianhua, who is Ye Lian? Is it the wind or the season? Regardless of his weak body, leaving the soil of root, is it going far away? Distance is where? End? Heaven? These are forever! We like to call those forever distant places! There are some floating clouds in the heart inlaid with sunshine, which seems to be a little painful. Sensitive nerves are like this season. For a while, sunshine, for a while, Xiao Sha, the uncertain heart drifting with the morning wind! She bent down and picked up a falling leaf. The fan-shaped veins spread clearly, and her determination lay on my hand. I put her in a book in my bag, Anne’s “happy years”, which was a person talking to himself about trivial years and had nothing to do with others. Go to the company on time every day, sign in and go upstairs. At this time, “fisherman girl at the seaside” sung by Tong Li happened to be played in the big trumpet. Gentle music poured in waves, and people floated involuntarily, as if the direction I was heading was not the attic in the air, but the soft sand beach, the vast sea, humming softly in the mouth, feeling clear and clean, the previous sentimental feelings were dumped by the aunt who cleaned the stairs together with the garbage! (Ii) if the sky is always blue, bright and bright, I think I will shoot off the dazzling sun like Hou Yi. I don’t like the sky which is too single and fierce all the time. I hope there will be sunshine washing as blue as well as white clouds drifting. Just like a person’s mood, don’t be so stiff, so unchangeable. Life makes us happy, angry, sad and happy. Why pretend to be old and pretend to be like this? Sadness and happiness; Anger and silence; Agitation and calmness are all symbols of life. Nature has made it clear to us that we should also learn to respect and enjoy all kinds of courtesy, which is a determined secular life attitude with a thick heart. Walking under the gray sky, the smile still splashed out. The clouds fluttered. The soft light was neither dim nor dazzling. Looking up like this, birds or kites flew over occasionally, the yearning heart and the hot air in the afternoon evaporate together, I am people who have been besieged by life for too long and get used to it, need to think for a while like this to comfort the boring life. Once in a while, you might as well read a paragraph of breeze and moon; Always leave the vulgar in your heart, and also come to taste the gorgeous seal. I am laymen, who are obsessed with thoughts and confession is useless. Only by constant efforts can they be constantly updated. I am vulgar people, rolling in the world of mortals, and having nothing to stay forever. Only by constantly changing and self-cultivation. Maybe it was such an afternoon that I met a person, a scene, or a good article, and then I made a story, a memory, or an incredible reversal; maybe it was such an afternoon, silent all the past events, letting the low music slide, wandering in the dreamland of Taixu, weaving clothes into a dream; Maybe it was such an afternoon, I secretly picked sweet-scented osmanthus like rice grains, put her in a beautiful glass bottle, filled the floor, then tied it tightly with a satin seal and stuffed it into the pillow. Be determined and focus on doing things. It is because of concentration that one always hurts himself if he sticks to something or a memory. (3) the Heavenly Book in September was dyed with too much fragrance of osmanthus, so I was totally drunk! Thousands of words went through my heart, but none of them fell. When September was about to close the roof, I was in a panic. I took her hand and said some unimportant nonsense without mentioning anything I wanted to say. We had to follow the footsteps of the moon to the sparkling river. The autumn water is clear, and the romance derived from summer fades away. She is no longer frivolous and interested in anyone, because she has found a corner to stop. She only needs the moon to light up the stars in a lake. Boat near the water, dream by the water, that is the Water Gave Me snuggle, gave me fearless courage. Countless times I dreamed that I was walking on the water, just like walking in the flat river, like strolling in the idle Court. The Willows on both sides of the river were back in turn, and the green mountains on the opposite side were lined up. Where should I go? I walked endlessly without turning back. I am holding a pole on the Wangyou River, and I am ferrying in the world of mortals. Open the net, want to catch a star holding the moon, just want to disturb you a lake of tears, for you a cold glance. The mirror flowers and the moon are finally the sadness that cannot be held. In fact, the moon tonight is really round and bright, and it does not disappoint hundreds of millions of eyes looking up and watching. She drew a satisfactory end at the end of this month. The moon in front of the window is the same as usual, but tonight there is a kind of warmth and elegance, one thousand kinds of 10,000 kinds of thoughts, Didi has you! You are on the high sky, looking back and smiling with the softest vicissitudes, I find that I have followed you far away. After spending a whole night thinking about you, I decided to turn around and forget all under your gaze! 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. 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