Shower fountain to welcome hope

In the evening, I came to the square for a walk. At this time, crowded. In the distance, a burst of music rang, and people swarmed from all directions, waiting for the coming of the fountain. The fountain here starts to work at 8 o’clock every night. After the fountain gushes out, it flows to the ground. There are holes of large and small size on the ground, from which the water flows into the ground. When the fountain gushed out, the big hole in the center of the ground soared up to the sky, then scattered down. This picture made people stop to praise. Therefore, more people bathe in the fountain and enjoy the stimulation. When the water spurted down, a large group of young people ran over and you pushed me to enjoy the moment of getting wet. Classmates, lovers, father and son… feel the cool coolness together. Many people, watered by the fountain over and over again, still shuttling between big holes and small holes. It can be said that it is not as vivid as it is! At this moment, I was suddenly moved by them. Indulged in happiness, leaving the foreign objects behind, enjoying the joy and pleasure to the fullest. When has it gone away from me? Suddenly, I fell into thought. As time flies, as the team of life moves forward, my heart is very heavy. How can the childhood dream be salvaged? The gorgeous pictures and noisy sounds were drifting away like flowing clouds and streams. The daytime shuttles back and forth among the colorful crowd, but the night is curled up between the rustling sadness. Walking in such a hurry, there is no trace of passing. Suddenly look back. I found that I used to be sad, and seemed to appreciate the pain like phoenix nirvana. For many times, in order not to let tears wet the skirt, I raised my head so high on purpose. For many times, my heart has been hurt and scarred, but I pretend to be strong to comfort others: go ahead quickly, I am fine! Why? I still look back. Once upon a time, I was looking up at the deep and boundless sky and overlooking the sailing ship. Her eyes were filled with persistence. I remember when we were young, we ran together, feeling the impact of strong wind and smelling the fragrance of flowers. A little larger, we rode and raced, strolled on the romantic beach, and went straight to the peak of Cangshan Mountain. The vigorous spring day, the burning summer day, the deep autumn day and the white winter day record the years that cannot be erased. Then, we grew up. There is no longer the scenery of leisurely walking or the scene of rapid driving. Busy work, depressed mood and heavy body have written our youth. No, I don’t want to. This is not the life I want. I good panic. Open your arms and want to retrieve the happy memories. But it waved its hand and said lightly: only in front can there be a future. Let’s go! I stared, and suddenly, from its eyes, I saw us in the future! All is well there! Suddenly, I have the strength to move forward, and the road is ahead! With a sound, my partner splashed the water on me and couldn’t help saying it, dragging me under the wild stream. Ah, I screamed, the sound was natural and unrestrained. Therefore, everything is over. I have nothing to do from head to foot. Turn around and look at your partner, just like a monster in the water, so shiny and full. Will the combination of hand and nature reshape the future? Suddenly, I suddenly felt a sense of relief. Shower fountain, welcome hope! I smiled, after meeting the fountain. 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…

Warm sun, lingering

After rain, sun. At 5 o’clock in the afternoon. The air that instantly warms back is slightly wet with silk, expanding and spreading constantly, which is different from the freshness of the wild forest, and the turbidity is rolling in endlessly and spreading. Throwing away the clean and pure dry heat of Yan Xia, the sky is still dull. He threw himself in the sunshine which pricked his skin with slight pain, standing quietly, watching the sunshine peeling off his youth. Mottled, dark, lengthy inexplicable sadness, meaningless struggle time slowly squatted down against the sun, with his left hand embracing his knees, and his right finger lightly crossed the outline of the shadow falling on the ground, damp-heat and vanity. The slight stabbing pain faintly came from the back easily crossed the nerve center to reach the middle finger of the right hand. Quiver. The shade across the ground. Hidden. The huge darkness annihilated all the traces to be found. There is no scar after all. Before people found it, the eye edge trembled without trace. Turn around and stop your right hand at the edge of your eyebrows to block the dazzling gold. Let the sight wander around aimlessly. Can’t find. I clearly heard the sound of youth peeling off. Piecing together the broken fleeting time. Hate Rain. Afraid of being tied by the wet. Fear that the wall of youth, which is already not firm, is becoming more and more fragile. We can only collapse the mildew and wet youth again and again after the rain, hoping that the less violent sunshine will dry it after the rain. However, it has always been used to ignoring a problem about youth: it is so vague that people are used to ignoring it. I held myself by Yu Yang at 5 o’clock in the afternoon. I can only hold myself hard, feel the temperature of youth, and gently tell myself: my youth has been here. But there is no place to put it. Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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…

Pain

When I boarded QQ in the evening, I saw a piece of news from the group: Four people died in Chunjiang hotel. At first, I was wondering where the Chunjiang Hotel was? My colleague said that there was also this news on the Internet, and he also opened the web page to show me that many people were watching the scene. My colleague told me that the hotel was seen on the way to work every day, but I didn’t notice it. The news of QQ group was pulled down, and I also saw one looking for Li Zichao, the third grade child, saying that he had been missing for two days. I didn’t think much at that time, and I didn’t connect with the dead at all, because it was said on the Internet that one of the four dead people was a six-year-old child. On the way home, I deliberately watched the Street View on the roadside. Passing by in a hurry every day, I am used to turning a blind eye to the familiar road scene. Isn’t it just like that? There is no change, and what is beautiful? So I ignored some changes and didn’t know what to do when asked. Today, I took a special look. Oh, Chunjiang hotel is just on the street. I often walk across the street but never pay attention to it, because I don’t want to stay in the hotel, of course I don’t pay attention to it. People may be like this. Things that are not related to their own vital interests may really pay little attention. Although it was none of my own interests today, it happened in front of me. I felt sorry and painful when I thought that the four lives were gone in a flash. When I just got home, the phone rang, showing my colleague’s number. Hey, Li Zichao is gone, but it’s a pity that it arrived.? No! It is true that he hasn’t been to school for two days. In the afternoon, there is a police car coming to school to ask about the situation. Seeing that the group was talking about finding this child, I didn’t expect to be connected with the incident in that hotel. One phone call confirmed the news, and the next day it was confirmed that it was not fake in others’ discussions. People talked about that the hotel used gas water heater one after another. The four children and his mother, one was an old man, and the other was a young man in another room, died of gas leakage poisoning. Pain, I feel very painful, this is a lesson from blood, four fresh lives! In this unexpected gas leak, the fragrance disappeared. Perhaps this incident reminded those who opened private hotels: the old water heater needs to be replaced, and all potential dangers that may occur should be eliminated. When I look back, I think about the child, who is always close to the child around me. His big eyes are very vivid and clever. How can he say that if he is gone, he will be gone? His lively figure always lingered in front of him. I remembered that his mother entrusted him to me to take care of him when she went back to hometown last year. She went out and came back together every day. Ten years old just like the rising sun in the morning, it withered forever in this unexpected event. It was painful and could not be expressed regret in my heart. Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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…