Road, when Tianya

It seems that I have been walking for a long time, but I still don’t know where the end of the road is. Although some roads are indeed straight, they always feel that they have no direction. Because of such a straight road, I have to go on and have no other choice. Who knows where this road can lead me. Road, sometimes is a kind of confusion! Second, I tried my best to associate what was at the end of the road. After turning a corner, can you meet her/him in your dream? Is this the end of the road? In fact, its end lies in our heels. Passing by, passing by, you will always miss passing by, and your heart will be settled. People are far away. There are all kinds of roads in the world, such as waterway, land Road and Sky Road. The boat will pour on the water and blossom beautiful spray, it may end up sinking to the bottom of the sea forever. Birds give all their love to the blue sky, but in the end, the huge sky is reluctant to make room to embrace the sad bodies of birds! The road is sometimes cruel. It is also a little hard to figure out why. There is a grave on the fourth road, which is not the end of the road. Although there is indeed a coffin waiting for us at its end. There are flowers at the end of the road, which is not its end. Although there may be a wreath of victory at the end of the road. What is at the end of the road? We have to wait and see. But your first step often determines your future. Five gently we walked on the road, leaving hearty laughter. But when we look back on the road we have traveled, the road has already wiped everything clean. Maybe it regards the beauty left by US as the traveling expense and hides it tightly. We are not allowed to relive that warmth. Sometimes the road is quite annoying. Sometimes it even spat greedily wrapped with dust. It took away all the beauty, but abandoned our sadness alone. What makes us look back is not a smile, but a drop of tears. Sixth, is the heart too wide or the road too narrow? Sometimes I always feel that I can’t pass a lot of things in my heart. -Mix of good bother! Seven roads are everywhere. As long as you step out door. If you have no doubt, the road is right in front of you. So, don’t say there is no way out! There are many roads on the eighth Earth. The best way to go is the road to the door. This is not because I am very familiar with it. Just because no matter where you are, home is always so close to me! Nine has also gone through many roads, including failure and success. I still walking. Looking back again, I am delighted to find that I will not regret taking this road! 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…

The power of confidence [one inside]]

Literature for me is a little delicate. Life passable, go study else. Of course, I and not obsessed with negative Entertainment. Self-cultivation, literature not calligraphy; Chance of riches, literature not lottery; Exercise our brain, and literature not Chess. Young, literature just dream. Life unhappy life while, literature school on the small handy off steam emotional, write about life, write about life. Such ambiguous, modern literary progress. Middle age, when I with a pious heart into the literature of door, but Master lined, had low self-esteem sense. In addition to their own talent lack, investment and insufficient. Time passed, life through, spare sigh. On the Web, a netizen with the power of confidence registered, I use this power of self-confidence write article know whether tort? If infringement, I title to get rid. If non-infringement, I right for this topic. I know a little about literature and a little about other songs. I’m not don’t want to literature, and another poem a zhi quan solution, or omniscient all solution, but, with age, survival of declining capacity, adapt to social change too fast capacity deteriorated. Own Genus writing makes less than money of a class, make a joke inevitable, it does not really matter. I and another poem of understand about is, write a poem, poem theme and a poem, call and another poem. I this article has two sub-headings, which, my topic article behind, lyric and another poem called within a should be no problem, anyway without writing get royalties, big deal don’t write, set this topic. Authority is created by human beings, such as Wu Zetian’s Zhao character and Yan Zhenqing’s monument character. It is right to leave the word “bei” off. With authority, something unconventional or wrong can be created. However, today’s authority is rare to create. For example, Tie Ning, the chairman of Chinese Writers Association, wrote a little more in the calligraphy style, which caused public uproar, they are the n power of my grass-roots formal. Their royalty is considerable and their titles are big, let alone our grass-roots rookie. Caidian district of feng xiang dao in my life’s path wipe out much violent Sparks. feng xiang dao, before, I unheard, unheard total strangers. In addition to feng xiang dao scenery is beautiful and comfortable environment, credit undoubtedly Valley not Mr. Huang. Province poetry creation Committee secretary-general, Wuhan Writers Association secretary-general, writer poet Valley not yellow indeed inspirational-rallying cry, around the numerous, as Provincial Writers Association old leader Liu Fort Dodge teacher said, Provincial Writers Association, wuhan Writers Association size things really hooked Valley not yellow. I followed Mr. Gu Weihuang’s footsteps and the dust behind him, from East Lake community to Hanwang literary world, to Volkswagen online, to Yangtze River literary world, and then to Fengxiang Island. feng xiang dao is island has creek, Island Lake. Reality in Valley not Mr. Huang speech is as humorous, speaking out of man yu, quietly stingy, very affinity. feng xiang dao lake islands Forum [feng xiang dao eco tour] of the bamboo raft Sports, Valley not yellow a call to arms, first prize award beauty, second prize award Lotus, Third Prize Award handsome. Wenyou users and not for winning, Valley not yellow just have that rallying point. We enthusiastically on bamboo. These PCs letters such as Li Kui, ashore is a martial arts high strength, the bamboo raft on to had no, stagger, station are not easy to stand, a put on jiu shen yi, they and not men and women with, work not tired, in bamboo raft on, guys and meets up beautiful or awkward exacting for Penny’s holding, paddling. I a person on the bamboo raft, feet about hard shaking bamboo raft, stream of water overflow up bursts ripples. I picked up too thick, too short Penny, two pronged approach paddled, very open drew on and in front of me bamboo. I have make not over of strength. Self-feel relaxed, Action Coordination. People watching on the shore gave a thumbs-up. Know who is said he from Honghu, so, some people say Lake Honghu Dalang. I was born in Honghu Lake and grew up in Honghu Lake. The lake made me big. I early age swimming, small learn punting, play bamboo not a piece of cake? I earn cheap crying. Yeah, I’m here feng xiang dao, I to Wenyou to online presentation, I am from Honghu to of, I am Honghu person. Is not earning the shouting said OWN is Honghu people, whether in how case, no matter what, Wherever, I say I am Honghu people, we can’t forget Root. If, we suspected his hometown backward, let’s start with learning Valley not Mr. Huang, for home multi-output. Valley not Mr. Huang birth Wuhan of zhu ru shan, just a few months, Valley not Mr. Huang has planned Caidian district jiu zhen shan zhi yin gu li cultural pen, Caidian district feng xiang dao lake islands Forum [feng xiang dao eco tour]]. Valley not Mr. Huang pay smallish. Every activity, Valley not Mr. Huang several all-night can’t sleep well, phone phone list meters long, funded fully in Madame reimbursed. To home, Valley not Mr. Huang is our coordinates. Two power of self-confidence 7 yue 29 ri, feng xiang dao large restaurant, Provincial Writers Association leadership, Wuhan Writers Association leadership, Wenyou, netizens together, ready to taste feng xiang dao foods. I only heard Mr. Gu Weihuang shouting the name of a photographer on the upstairs of the restaurant, saying that Mr. Guan [former chairman of Wuhan Writers Association] was writing and taking some photos. It turned out that Guan Lao had already prepared the desktop in Fengxiang Island, and the prepared rice paper and ink wrote several old-style poems on Fengxiang Island. Guan Lao’s calligraphy level is indeed higher than mine, and he is familiar with it. I came to tube old by you and admire tube old calligraphy. My heart itch of. I to feng xiang dao before take the calligraphy pen, preparation in feng xiang dao now xian chou, write or two amplitude word, mainly to give feng xiang dao left something. Tube old finish a few word gone. Everyone began to eat. Only me and Xiao Yujia, the boss of Fengxiang Island, are left across the building. I unfolded the rice paper of six feet and cut it into two halves. Mr. Xiao Yujia told me that I would write again after lunch. I said, I write a word the go eat. I folded rice paper, ge lou up a feng xiang dao of women’s staff. I told staff help me. There was just a small window above the writing desk. The air-conditioning of the central air conditioner blew down from the small window. There was no paperweight ruler, and only someone else helped the paperweight. I picked up a pen, good tune ink, all my concentration, no hesitation, go, of a Tang poem fleshed out. I feel good about myself. I will writing get downstairs, in restaurant a show, immediately attract numerous eye. Network photographer Indus immediately photographed. Xiao Yu and Mr. accepted my assignments, to a feng xiang dao staff. After having a meal, everyone went to the dormitory to have a rest. It seemed that I was not addicted enough and came to the writing place on the next floor again. I wrote another word. To the former of font is travel model, this one is cursive. I took the exercises to my resting place. The afternoon meeting begins. I and Sycamore Ms. find the location of the meeting late. The agenda of the meeting was introduced by netizens. It’s my turn to introduce myself. I took out my calligraphy work, and when I unfolded it, there was another sigh of praise. I have been fond of calligraphy for years. Just because of my lack of talent and the need to be self-taught, although I have invested a lot of time, I have made little progress. Speaking of calligraphers, it is just an external level. feng xiang dao two word can be said is I have body written since the, play the most remarkable people. I was me, my word was also in the same of words. The performance exceeded the standard this time, which was the same as the athletes participating in the Olympic Games. Putting down the burden and playing lightly, the nobody could be unpopular, defeating the world’s seed players and becoming a dark horse. This time I became the dark horse of calligraphy in Fengxiang Island. The main reason was that Fengxiang Island gave me confidence. I joined Wuhan Writers Association the day before I attended Fengxiang Island pen fair. Writers’ association does not dislike our grassroots. We can communicate face to face with the old generals in the literary world, listen to their experience and introduce their experience without any distance. My self-abasement was frozen, and I didn’t have any concerns, so calligraphy played a super self-level. My two words still have such and such hard wounds, which are much smoother than my previous writings. Confidence gave me power. I hope the more opportunities I have to be confident, the better. I hope I can have more confidence. 2012-8-26 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…

wu yue text

May’s words are very soft, and May’s words are written on blooming flowers. The text on the peach blossom is very thin, with slight light pink and slight coolness. Like the wings of flashing butterflies, flying in the blue sky. Peach blossom is always destined with the spring breeze, and is associated with the flowing water. When the summer is approaching, it will drift with the flowing water. The petals off the branches and the butterfly feathers running out of the water gave a slim reputation. How do you know its bitterness? It is cold in March and slightly warm in April, and it receives them one by one. In the soft may, however, it will drift away and chase water to be a ghost without any colorful colors; How can you know its hatred? The east wind will call it in the chilly spring, but banished it in the warm May. It is so fond of blooming when it is bleak, blooming a fresh and bright branch, calling for a warm spring breeze. Let those precious, reserved, hesitant and wait-and-see flowers have enough time to brew and enough reasons to open for the second time. But it was ruthlessly exiled when it burst out. Hate the east wind, too sentimental, no reason for the rain and sunshine that destroyed the whole life, who knows its light and thin difficulties? The short Bloom is not only for a bright and desolate early spring, but also for chasing the passing spring water? It is to leave a branch for the fruit, let the flowers form green fruit, let the green fruit kiss the warm light, and get rich in the garden colors. It is for the purpose that the verses written on peach blossom have a round punctuation. The words written in clove are always so melancholy, with a face of sadness scattered on the branches. It is like a modern poem, ignoring the plain and narrow rhyme, reversing the length and length of sentences, expressing a feeling of sense and confusion. It’s all right. The melancholy feelings of scattered, messy and lavender make every word wrapped with a thick fragrance of flowers, expressing faintly in the sunshine of May. Lilac is very similar to those plain words, spreading on the desolate manuscript paper. Those who come to read always miss it unfortunately, but they are called and attracted, making people feel its existence. Because the fragrance of flowers is so fragrant and strong. The plain clove knows that the flowers blooming with it can be beautiful because of its shape and attractive in color. It is only because of its simplicity and beauty that the plain words are fragrant in the rotten sunshine of May. In the sunshine of May, pear flowers seem different, which makes the words of may shine and add fragrance to each flower. In May, every tree is the most beautiful image, and every one is the most special description in soft words. Plain and elegant colors, faint fragrance of flowers, and luxuriant flowers lined with emerald leaves. The words written on Pear flowers are prose poems with both shape and spirit, expressing bright and beautiful spring, warm summer, there are also soft feelings and slight melancholy. The pear flower courtyard dissolves the moon, and the catkin pond is light and windy. The ancient characters are always so lingering, which let the Moonlight melt into the pear flowers, let the May characters scatter in the fragrance of flowers, and let the readers indulge in the moonlight and breeze. May’s words are very sad, and May’s words drift with those flowers that died early. Flowers are the wings of spring, flying on the gradually mature land with colorful colors. However, as time went into May, those spring flowers who had never experienced the warmth of summer and the quietness of autumn fell dim in the warm sunshine of May, let those infatuated words just written to spring have nowhere to go. Some people say that flowers drift away in order to chase a wave of passing spring water. Some people say that these flowers leave in May in a hurry to end a marriage with spring water. Don’t you know how many hateful ghosts are wandering in the spring water flowing eastward. Spring water is the thought of philosophers, thinking constantly in the east wind. With the continuous wind, my mind will not stop. Like smoke, it floats from the present to the ancient and from the present to the future. The east wind has no intention, which makes the spring water sad constantly, unable to be ignored and cut; Those petals that died early, like spilled words, are colorful on the blue paper, let that boring philosophy have some color, a little more bitterness, and give birth to a lot of emotions. The leisurely spring water was innocent, carrying the fallen flowers wandering around, nowhere to stay, and enchanting the sea; Those unknown waterbirds also came to add a sadness to the spring water. They clung to the water, stretching out their sharp and thin claws, trying to pick up the drifting incense soul and the poem line lost in May. However, the East wind was too urgent, the thoughts were too messy, and the fallen flowers were too scattered. Picking up some wet words added infinite sadness. Waterbirds had no choice but to draw a helpless circle on the water surface, crying euphemistically, like gentle wind, floating on the water surface without any reason. Falling Flowers and flowing water became the theme of May, and the words of May were mixed with infinite sadness. Looking forward to spring in March, the wind of May played an elegan for spring. Is spring coming too hesitant, and is Spring going too hurried? When spring comes and goes, how many evils have been ruined and how many good times have been betrayed? Those flowers blooming in a hurry occupied all the spring light, but they ruined the spring light in May, and sacrificed to bury the passing spring light without hesitation. The flowing water is innocent, carrying the full purpose of falling red and wandering to the east, which ended up being heartless. Fallen Flowers and flowing water spring, too hurry, missed the red flowers. Lamenting and sorrowful, falling flowers and flowing water have made the poet’s good sentences and the poet’s masterpiece. Rain transverse wind crazy san yue twilight, door mask dusk, numerous liu chun live. Tears asked flowers and flowers without words, red flew over the swing. The writing of May is very messy. Spring comes and goes again, and the spring flowers are withered, which confuses the lyric poems. The spring breeze in April has just warmed up, and the steps of spring have just stepped into the lintel of May, but suddenly I find that spring has quietly returned, and the gradually soft words in the spring breeze become a little flustered. As soon as the draft was finished, there were countless red, chaotic chapters, wrong punctuation, and I didn’t know whether to be happy or sad. A draft was spread in the Heaven and Earth in May. I didn’t know how to edit it and how to decorate it into a book. The description of spring is lost, and the poem of summer has not been drawn up yet. People who write poems do not know why they have a special liking for spring. They are looking forward to spring, Yingchun, Appreciating Spring and sighing for spring when summer comes. May is the season of spring and summer alternation. The words of May do not cheer for the coming of summer, but the lines of poems that hurt Spring are like sad fallen England, spreading all over the notes of poems in May. Maybe it is because of the brightness and beauty of spring, maybe it is because of the short duration of spring, maybe it is because the flowers that just bloom and are about to drift are lamenting, maybe it is those that bloom in the desolation, the Vanished life in the luxuriant period makes people feel disappointed that there will be flowers when flowers bloom, but in this May, I just saw the flowers in my eyes, and I just experienced the long grass and the flying of warblers. I suddenly saw countless drops in England, which was a little, it is a little pain without thinking. Forget that spring flowers can only bloom in the spring light. When it is time to end, leaving in time is a kind of reason and precious courage. Four Seasons is an orderly cycle of a year, and spring and summer are a grand gathering of flowers competing. Spring flower is just the prelude, and the gorgeous summer is the main melody of the grand meeting. Therefore, may words can be soft, sad, flustered, or gorgeous. 2012-5-17 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. 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