Wander in the words

Walking in the flashy world, shuttling through time and space, half a century has passed, I have a sigh! Go south and north, wind and rain life, how many vicissitudes, how many ups and downs. After so many years of wasting time to sharpen my life, I can still avoid wind and rain when I go back home in the cottage. A few mu of thin fields can be enough to spend the spring and autumn. When people reach middle age, they can’t believe things that are too beautiful, because they are afraid of seeing despair. Life is too short, and I already know that there are many beautiful wishes that cannot be realized any more. I have understood the numerous and noisy world, and I am content with poverty and loneliness, living a indifferent life. Now I am used to recording my life with words and witnessing the world with my eyes. My face is more lofty, but my heart is more delicate and sensitive. In recent years, no matter I am in the deep desert of a foreign country or in the dreamland of the misty south of the Yangtze River, whenever the night is still, I will sit alone in the fighting room, stay away from the troubles of the world, and put aside the attachment of, stay under one side of the screen. In the music which is like flowing clouds and flowing water and is graceful and graceful, my hands are fluttering and tapping words one by one between the keyboard, and I place what I have seen, heard, felt, understood and felt on the words. In the words, there are my enchanted affectionate stories; In the words, there are my meaningful philosophy of life; In the words, there are my boundless paintings of Jiangnan; In the words, there are my boundless and broad scenery of northern China; In the words, there is my boundless blue sea and sky; In the text, there is my verdant and clear mountains and waters. I let those fleeting years slip through my fingertips settle into words, and I let all the precious seals in my life solidify into words. I wandered in the ocean of words and felt reluctant to leave. I propped up the sky with words. Time is in a hurry, and I suddenly look back. Some hazy and fine fragments, some simple and vivid plots gently hit my heart, those old things like meteors passing through life, still lingering with the new sorrow of time. Sometimes my words are my collections when I am happy, sometimes my words are my vent when I am sad, and sometimes my words are my feelings about people and things around me, sometimes my words are just the release of my own whim. How many days and nights I buried myself in the words, those fragments of memory scattered on my fingertips, freely flowing my true feelings, happiness, romance, sadness in my words, with annoyance, all the mixed feelings appear in the text one by one. Between the lines is the telling of the heart and the calling of the soul. I read the clouds in the text, listened to the rain, invited the Sun and the moon, and I wrote poems in the text to write love mu spring breeze. I meditate in words, dance in words, cultivate in words, and shine in words. I don’t care whether the writing style is good or bad, nor others’ comments. I just twist the writing into my own mood and write the article according to my own wishes. Of course, I occasionally hide my mind in obscure words. I don’t expect anyone to understand it, nor do I expect someone to resonate with me. I only care about my own feelings. Although these words are smeared randomly, they are the true reappearance of my life and the natural expression of my emotions. The words record my mood, experience and a fleeting time. I want to use my crudest writing style and my increasingly desolated fingertips to make my life stop-and-go for dozens of years. I want to go around and write the words of splashing ink and complaint with my heart. Words will retain my past years, and words will retain my water-like years. I locked the fleeting time with words, and I carried my life with words. In fact, everyone knows that writing is just like people. You can roughly see the literary talent of a person from the spirit of a person’s writing; You can roughly see the experience of a person from the content of a person’s writing; From the appeal of a person’s writing, you can roughly see the emotion of this person. Words are the monologue of the soul. If you understand a person’s words, you will understand a person’s heart. The ancients once to wedding night, Gold placard nomination, long drought every nectar, meet old. It is called four happy events in life, but I only regard piling up words as the pleasure of life. It was late at night, and people became quiet. The sky was like ink dyed, and the world of mortals fell down like water with tender feelings. The Moonlight was bright, like a lotus blossom quietly pouring notes. I boiled the words with music to my heart’s content. As my fingers wandered back and forth on the keyboard, the words gathered into texts and sang softly. 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…

Like rain, fog and wind

April is a season of blooming flowers, a time of cozy and romantic coexistence. Looking above the Earth, there are already red cherries, green plantains, pink and Willow Green. Yingge is dancing and blooming youth everywhere. At that time, although the sunshine was bright, it was not as hot as summer, nor as cold as winter. There is plenty of warm love, but I just remember that the sky was very blue at that time, which seemed to be able to see through the universe! A few white clouds slowly drift by, lazy, some seem to be attracted by the beautiful scenery at this time, like a baby who is still breastfeeding, who is reluctant to leave for a long time! On the way, the crowd of twos and threes strolled on the road to the classroom, a little lazy, or attracted by the beautiful scenery that suddenly showed, showing greedy eyes, reluctant to leave! On the roadside, a newly installed information bar is used to issue important notices. Now it has been covered up by all kinds of advertisements and inspiration of searching things, with uneven and messy, and the wind rattling in the air, it is like composing a beautiful movement for this beautiful scenery to sing the eternal spring. The days at that time were simple, relaxed and pleasant, without too many troubles, and didn’t need much thought to face such a small but big problem as life. Maybe at that time, I simply thought that the later life was basically the same, without considering all kinds of changes in the world. Maybe the happiness at that time was because of simplicity. There is a saying that happiness is because of simplicity. Later, I really realized that it is easy for a person to change from simple to complex, but it is so difficult to change from simple to simple! Miss, as gentle as the wind, as hazy as fog. Miss is there will be so much joy, but also some sweet heartache! Sometimes it will make a person in a good mood, sometimes it will make a person in a bad mood! I am such a person, perhaps the so-called emotional life. Sometimes, when I am bored, I always make up a text message, deleting, writing, writing and deleting, so I don’t know how many times I repeat it. The process is very tangled, and I don’t know who to send it. Occasionally, it was sent to some friends who hadn’t contacted for a long time. At that time, it was found that there was gradually a kind of inexplicable estrangement, or a little strange texture. Sometimes I ask myself whether I am changing or others are changing? Maybe this is life! Everything can only be settled with the circumstances, not forced. As for gifts, for me, I don’t know what is the most suitable! But I will definitely choose the best and most meaningful one! Still my favorite! Maybe Bi Shumin is right! It is better to be more practical, otherwise it will only be, it is a pity to lose it, and it is useless to leave it! Books are common but practical things, which can acquire knowledge and be used as decorations. Maybe it varies from person to person, everyone has different hobbies! I feel different about it! At that time, I was so yearning for graduation, and had a wonderful vision for the future after graduation. At the same time, I also had some sad and reluctant feelings. Maybe when we were students, most of us would have some rebellious mentality, and we all wanted to leave school early, and sometimes we would feel bored. Let alone those teachers that I don’t like in daily life, maybe I would like to see them again at that time! Only later did I understand what is a kind of feeling that cannot be abandoned! What are alma mater and mentor? Wherever you go, when you see a school, you will think of them at that time, as well as the scenery and feelings at that time! Sometimes when walking on the road, I would feel gratified for hearing the voice of the broadcast which I thought was the most boring at that time. In a blink of an eye, time is like rolling water, going east and never returning, it seems that everything is still in place, never far away, never leave! The missing greetings can only stay in my heart. Everything is like rain, fog and wind. I believe that one day there will always be rainbows appearing in the blue sea and blue sky. 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…