Lost

It seems to be a little rotten, and it seems to begin to decay, what a vicissitudes of life. Counting the fleeting years at your fingertips, a reincarnation has been unknowingly for more than twenty years. Ask yourself what you have done or gained these years. This is a mystery that people can never find themselves. Such a long life, gradually sliding from March to June, can’t help sighing the rush of time. In addition to being uneasy or uneasy in the bottom of your heart, sometimes you will laugh at yourself. What on earth are you entangled with, what are you uneasy about, and you are wandering in your heart. It is like a blooming tea, with a shallow edge in the heart, longing for the opening of the heart. Touch your heart on your hand, and keep your eyes fixed to wait and see, as if you have passed away. Pick up a summer flower, convert to the world of mortals, and see flowers in the fog like dreams. Dial the happy shell, only empty dust. Remove those lonely scenes, forget those meaningful thoughts and sorrows, greet the unchangeable emptiness, and be willing to sink into its cape. It sounds so helpless that you can’t change all of these. It’s unsightly, but you hide in a quiet place and cry with words. The boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, which is linked in a thread, melancholy and moaning without illness. Nature is full of vigor and vitality. The rain in June was like dew, falling on my face, slowly immersed in my skin, light and bright. Sometimes there are ripples, just like feelings in my heart. In this way, involving yourself into the sorrow of the world, even if it is a road of no return. 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…

Plaid life

No more words can be found to describe those enriched stories. All the voices have already disappeared. There is no way to continue the words of two people alone, only to return to the original point. Those sad words about him have always been a painful scenery in my eyes. 09 of the early winter just good, year. I have no time and no mood to sort out those residual words any more. What I can’t forget is the billboard. Maybe there are still some stories left in it, it will become the most shocking memory in the life of Xiao Xi. I am always a passer to each other. In fact, I still hold it so hard but it will still turn into a wound. So that the story between us was crushed in the track with the wheels of the train when I left. The boy who has always been called Y, will he smell gardenia and miss the girl who loves Gardenia every summer after leaving? Will the girl who always called another boy Y recall the fool once when picking up every piece of maple leaf in every autumn. Since I missed it, I would never look back and never want to look back. After the cloudy rain, it might be another piece of clear sky. I clearly knew that I threw salt instead of sugar on the wound without hesitation. The last time I felt pain for you was regarded as an end for myself. After the pain, it may be just a wound in my heart, but also a mark through the season. The man who promised me to see the sea disappeared into my eyes. Since then, I dare not touch all the nouns about sea and maple, and the man who could accompany me to be a Ferris wheel has changed the leading role. Every diary of youth bears a kind of love, but maybe it is a person’s business. Few people really understand me in my own words, but a person who can’t understand my own words is not worthy of liking. The miracle missed can also be so perfect. Some words are written for one person to read. The person who writes down the words for that person has been expecting that person to read those last words, but finally waiting for another person’s words, I saw the warmth like cherry blossoms in those words, and those words came into my eyes from then on, but the Ferris wheel didn’t say anything. I didn’t know who the Ferris wheel was guarding the season. Maybe writing is a very vulgar thing, but I am willing to use such a vulgar thing to let the person who understands me in my writing remember that this early winter is still a person’s rooftop, it was still a night alone, a cigarette and a cup of latte, or she was still not around. Y lit the cigarette, took a sip of it gently, then watched the cigarette lingering around Y, sipped a mouthful of coffee which was still hot carefully, with some bitter smell, Y gradually adapted the taste to the bitter taste. Looking at the sky, a drop of tears fell down. Maybe Y was thinking about her again. I don’t know how she is now, and whether she will be like Y, who likes to stand on the rooftop and watch the unchangeable sky. L was a little girl, which was simple and distressed. When Y saw her for the first time, she knew that she had fallen in love with her. Maybe the boy at the age of seventeen or eighteen always loves recklessly, vigorously and recklessly. But Y has never regretted falling in love with L. Even though L is indifferent to Y, it makes people feel cold. Even if L even smiles to Y, he will not give it to Y, but Y has never resented anything, even though L and Y are together, L have no feeling for Y at all. Even though, even if there are more, Y Still Loves L as always and has been paying everything for L, Y paid a lot for L, but the appearance of S broke the original tranquility. S began to chase L, and L began to laugh under the teasing of S, laughing happily, Y saw everything in his eyes, but his heart was full of scars. Y broke up with L finally for L’s happiness. I remember that Y drank a lot that day and kept spitting, when a good friend heard the news, he didn’t comfort him. On the contrary, a loud slap in the face Y finally couldn’t help venting his depressed mood for several days and crying on his shoulder, crying is very sad, yes, maybe we shouldn’t have loved, seabird and fish love each other, what good result can we get? In the future, Y is like a different person who is no longer interested in anything and does not wear hidden glasses on purpose, because in this way, the intimate scenes between S and L can not be seen, you can see other people’s expressions, and you can tell yourself that I am the only one on my way. Finally, after a few weeks of degeneration, I was disliked by some old man and held Y hard, I went to see a girl. At that time, why did Y like another girl H? It was just used to forget a person L. Later, Y and H got together. Y found that H was really good to him. Y found that he fell in love with H. Y then found that he was a very small child, it’s really good to have a H-pain day. Also don’t sleep? It was very late. H rubbed his eyes and came up from downstairs. Uh, right away, Y put out the cigarette in his hand and drank the already cold coffee. Turn around and yell at the sky L, we are separated from each other, destined to miss, we pass by, but let me use a girl who loves me, but Y’s promise to you will never change, if there is another life, Y will still love you, but in this life, I have H, so we can only miss it. Those stories that have been told have not been finished, and no one will continue, then forget it. When my eyes touched the words with your taste, it would be inexplicably moved, and then tears gushed out from the corners of my eyes. At this moment, I find that I no longer like your words, but always start to regard you as the person I don’t want to think of. There is a distinctive distance between you and that person, because you and he are different people at all. Different people look at my words. Different people use emotions to understand. Different people use words to understand me. He will eventually be another strange person, getting farther and farther away from me. You may get closer and closer. Whether the happiness I stole with words is just the youth we have lost for a long time. I always comfort myself with those words. When I always thought that I took your words as a bridge, I just wanted to pull them down casually after crossing this painful River, but later I didn’t tear down that bridge, but stepped on an endless bridge. Not only those words attracted me, but also the person who wrote down the words with both hands. I started from liking those words and finally went to that person. It turns out that those words are lingering like taking root in life, and then I get used to the dialogue at night, listening to the vibration that touches my heart and watching your name on the screen, put it on my ear and listen to what I want to hear most after waiting for a long time. These words may be that he never said what I want to hear most among the many words I have said to him, but these words I love most finally tell all the stories about youth in your mouth like pure white poems in the snowy winter. Once you read them, you will have an immortal memory. No matter forgetting or remembering, don’t regret it. The original hard forgetting has always become a wound inadvertently, and then when touching it, it will bleed. From beginning to end, his words did not stay in my words, but I met a person who sold happiness as I sold words. The scenery along the way in the next season, what did I encounter? I don’t know, but my heart knows, just like the words I wanted him to know how to love me, I fell in love with everything about your words. The world is still running and the stream of people is still surging: winter is still cold. Only those words about him were replaced by other words in the next stop of the season and then crushed. Write down these words about a person. I only hope that the stories behind the words that that person can understand are those hidden among the words. We live in plaid, and the air together is as happy as cotton candy that always beats. 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…