A piece of paper, Mingxuan years

Eyes can view all things table like, heart can transparent nature of things, thinking can penetrate Tang Moon, song of smoke Liu. I will rain thoughts a Bibi stranded in thin Sujian, fingertips flowing heart gentle lingering. Zhaohuaxishi, my innocence brilliant, teenage naughty innocent, co broad imagination beside a tide of the times swallowed. I was born, met three-year natural disaster, hungry, can survive the is good fortune, is lucky. School days, and coincides with the Cultural Revolution, reading useless, wasted years. Gems unwrought can do nothing useful, Choi not also polished only Empress Dowager? Lack of brain, and era of convergence, but also high-spirited into new era. For generations are quietly living in Universiade River secluded small village, but to our generation, and left home, came to the city, no house also no money, but also for children to school, but also to children to buy a house, will have to support old man. Our generation, who no labor of their bones, their body Skin Hunger, empty of its body? Who no and house dealt? Several people not loans relatively energetically? I am calm, I pleased. Because my behind one fortitude and strong, selfless tolerance mother. In my eyes she forever flashed great New Year’s Day. World anything before his mother will find humbling, unmatched! Remember mother able, diligence, perseverance, in special day more show extraordinary. How many times mother Crystal Tears, in the continuity of life shine. I with military life uprooted, saw mother’s eyes surplus pearl-like tears, also see happy mother of smile, since such as sweet wine, on my journey through life long fragrance. Homeland of mother, can not bear the weight of life, silver-haired in tree don’t know ring of jujube under and liu yue in sun than soft and light. That silver pastels and light diffusion in years of the highlights of the in, in my life of every corner sung! Father really understand: Father is high mountain has been climbing went not out of the mountains realm, father is the vast sea, always swim, but not swim out sea arms. Nowadays, children soar in his Sky, always busy I pursued the son of growth, but slightly melancholy. Lamented wasted years, not brilliant splendor, in fact life already very full, vicissitudes of juvenile, barracks of experience, a satisfactory job, kind health of a hall with mother, loving wife, proud sons ask? Too many people just stunning successful flower appeared Mingyan, nobody attention it had bud when end struggle leiquan, Sabian blood rain of sacrifice, and thinking about my thinking, persistent my dedication, appreciate the beauty of life and warm, enjoying life way of flowers, strange grass. Tried to avoid wounding thorns and weeds, pro gaze life, face natural, face years, face social, as life stormy! Ridicule speaking, leaveland zheng hong is autumn, life season in this ring really have taste, significance, enrich and dedication will have some taste in mind, and there was play heat of the second life, perhaps this is I the spice of life. My unique personality and pursuit, make life colorful full of spirits, make life swaying. World Heart Vientiane confused, behind clusters of footprints, record I fresh life, find their own position, play to their strengths. In farm, mild san yue in with my workers work from before dawn till after dark reveal, planted green seedlings, Tao heart contend, not as painful burden, too much time may wish to squatted down think self, slightly look up to others, Clarks also warm. I looked at plant personally green seedlings, Will filled with verdant, read stay farm wonderful moment: Peach Blossom is still laugh at spring breeze pear snow infinite White will is a treasure of life contend spirit in. Back history, Sunset Fengqiao edge, Hanshan temple bells still, mind echoed suddenly and beauty combination of integration, free in dreams and ethereal between, as time past, these will be like Pearl bright forgotten in the memory, in a leisure time, saturated with Heart of wonderful. No exaggeration not amplified, realistically, though, anyone on social share responsibility and these responsibilities connected together constitute harmonious and contribution, will have individual of wonderful, all along, responsibility and perception guide life of course, reflect fu zhe life of a value, suddenly remembered Li Qingzhao of a word: Why shallow blue light red, naturally flowers first-class. Maybe nothing earth-shattering, but simple elegant might it not life of flashing? Life man, and escape earthly entanglement. Men want to has a big apartment bright luxury house, all want a powerful men of wealth and seat, all want to have a bunch of number also endless list of tickets, all want to have a comfortable safe and fast car, all want to shun yu downwind and sailing, all want to day to gains and, all want to less multi-into Labor less, are thinking less body light are well-paid, all want to miss creature in side life not necessary deliberately requirements perfect, because this perfect originally not existence, God will not give anyone too much, as God give this world of different views, jiangnan tenderness, the Northern rugged any region not compatible world landscape, people. Like if Daiyu not demanding perfect, aromatic, qingguoqingcheng, xingaoqiao, rouqingsishui, like star radiant, also prick eyes, why ask her what Baochai’s sophistication, yuan-Chun’s riches and honor, bao-chai flexible sleek? Is only one the world’s only wonderful, has its flashing light and bright! People always live in the move, I often have moved, also laughed at my moved infection others. Because moving melted South China snow, because move away the 5.12 strong the Chinese, because move Times brought most beautiful teacher, and most beautiful driver humanistic emotional animal, moved blossom flowers, beauty face blight, life’s ups and downs, affection of infinite, touched me Literary Society of pure emotion, moved choudao affectionate, moved toast anguished alcohol estrous elegy, moved suddenly, such as spring night, pear blossoms of mysterious, moved curtain roll westerly, thinner than yellow of sorrow. Moved look red wet place, not Yanghwajin, little from tears of graceful, moved Great River east to langtaosha majestic, moved force nukiyama Xi Qi heroic, moved for Shangqing day view moon, non-Arab dignitary lofty Wordsworth had said: Real can witness history not language, text, and pain in anyone heart always aching. Or life, or business, or love greedy desire infestations, deception dark stealthily. In unmanned the tranquillity heart that split-like pain in Earth diffuse! Now, save you is yourself, to time harmonic attach your wound, slowly healing, this world no one owes who, who not obliged to WHO for center obsequious, or flattery or possession anyone not anyone’s annex or accessories, rain the sorrowful day, others not obligated to let you tangled! hou shan thick water, Houde humanity! Thinking Between, across life 54 load, review the deeply shallow, dare not say and era side by side, just world world of A, life late autumn, combustion and dedication is life of main melody, anyone can’t deny your contribution, such as fireworks in the dark of the night witness when twilight, yi deng ru dou, book such as sail, a elegant vigorous loyalty, then on the keyboard percussion life of light ink color, the art of soul and life in thought solidification eternal, Xuan lifting spirits will I deeply infection, joys and sorrows true feelings I easily captive, with their noble soul forging text stagnation my pace, so, no longer do human free Fox rabbit. Will life and survival specific to literature, Yixin, cultivation, filling outline different kind of style! To indifferent to quiet happy swirl of aspersed into life. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…

First wave red

Every wedding spirit, ponder yellow legitimate lines. Drunk leaning on the new building to invite the moon, the dream of beauty dance. The red sleeves add fragrance to the night of reading, Qing Zhengxin likes my crazy desire. Looking at the wandering place hand in hand, my bosom friend wandered together. Reading at night with red sleeves is the dream of literati and scholars from all ages. What a romantic and warm name, I have been living in Beijing for three years. I like to draw words in my spare time, but I have never thought about taking it as a fake, and I don’t have the idea of pursuing fame and interests. It is just a leisure way of old and happy. Because I am in middle age, and I have already passed the age when I will be excited when I encounter anything. Moreover, I was a student of the brand of cultural revolution, and I only read books for nine and a half years in the cold window of ten years. I not only knew how much ink I had in my stomach, but also knew how much weight I had. I wrote things without beautiful words or flowery words, but I didn’t care. As long as I could express my true thoughts and feelings, it was enough. I didn’t spend a long time in writing. I only worked for a few years and published no more than 1500 articles. Compared with many high-yielding netizens, I really didn’t have much proud achievements, compared with those famous writers, it is not worth mentioning! At first, I was adding fragrance to my red sleeves. Whenever a manuscript was returned or published as a C- level manuscript, I felt a sense of loss in my heart. People always couldn’t get rid of the sense of fame and wealth more or less! A good prose or essay is like a wonderful picture, which makes people relaxed and happy. Article must be close to life, language there are things, but also beautifully written, not off-center off-topic. Or comprehend life, or reveal certain truth, which brings positive inspiration or resonance to readers. Said hongxiutianxiang of editing grading comparison strict. This website generally divides articles into three levels: A, B and C. A is excellent, B is good, and C is general. The grade is divided according to the quality of the articles, and the articles that can be published on this website must be the grade above C. Grade A is the highest grade, and only particularly good articles can become popular. My nature is casual, even a little careless. At the beginning, I really didn’t know what the floating red thing was? I thought it was to write beautiful articles related to red sleeves, and later I realized that it was some articles that the editor considered good in the review. After a long time, I will inevitably think of when my own words can bring a scarlet letter. I think it must be a very happy thing. I have successively published 1281 articles of various genres in red sleeves Tianxiang. Except for more than A dozen articles which were rated as grade C, the rest were almost Grade B, but none of them was rated as Grade A and became popular. In fact, a considerable part of the articles that I cast in red sleeves Tianxiang are often reprinted by various large websites such as xinhuan.com and Sina, and are also highly praised by editors and literary friends. Some of my articles have been made into exquisite web pages, and some have been made into recitation works. But it was such words that I couldn’t let the editor who had red sleeves add fragrance to look at them more, and I was never given a chance to become popular. Fortunately, I have a common heart. Whether it is floating red or not, I just work hard. I just want to be happy and never have too many concerns. Some things can be met but not sought. It doesn’t matter whether they are obtained or not. If they are popular, they are literary talent, and if they are not, they are true feelings. I think if I write more, my standard will definitely rise. I believe that as long as I can persist in writing, learn more from others’ excellent works and be good at going deep into life, I will certainly write articles that I am satisfied. So-called constant effort yields sure success! There will be bread and milk in the future, which will certainly be harvested. Thinking like this, my heart relaxed a lot. On August 22th, I wrote an essay “midnight listening song: the promise of fingertips”, which was cast into the red sleeves to add fragrance. Unexpectedly, it was rated as A grade and floating red by the editor Anzhi Tinglan. This makes me really have a feeling of looking for her from all over the world. Suddenly looking back, the Yi people are feeling that the red sleeves add fragrance! I didn’t expect that an inconspicuous article was naturally popular once, but it really responded to the old saying that God rewards diligence. This is the only red character in The 1281 articles in Shangyu Factory website collected by me, which is generated by the red sleeves adding fragrance. It is like a bright red flag flying in my text catalogue, which is especially eye-catching and eye-catching. This was the first time that I am got red in red sleeves. A small scarlet letter made my heart happy for a while. For me, it seems a little difficult to add fragrance to the red sleeves, which is not easier than publishing an article in a newspaper and magazine. I have read many articles published by literary friends in the red sleeves. They have a lot of red, but I don’t, which shows that I have problems in writing, I really admire others’ writing style and elegant demeanour. I have browsed many articles which were popular among the red sleeves, and they were indeed well written. While appreciating the beautiful writings of literary friends, I also increased my knowledge, broadened my horizon, improved my writing level and sublimated my understanding of life again. It is a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. People’s pursuit of ideal is like finding a wife. What they don’t get is the best, and writing is no exception. This time I feel extremely cherished because of the easy and difficult things I get. 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…

Constant shear black hair

Today, the hair of three thousand troubles was finally cut short. Long hair left for many years, although there are thousands of reluctant, thousands of unbearable, just in a thought, impulse is the devil contributed to the decision. I thought that I could make a suitable hairstyle under the guidance of a good stylist. As a result, I was a barber who didn’t know how to treat a person with a suitable hairstyle. Therefore, I was very entangled in my heart and made a short perm. I went back home and looked at the mirror carefully. The hairstyle was very conspicuous by the hair dryer. Looking left and right, it didn’t fit my character. Very depressed, very upset, but very helpless, that can only wait for the hair to grow slowly again. Why do women like perm and hair dyeing?! Speaking from the bottom of my heart, it not only hurt my hair, but also suffered. Give your hair to a stranger for a long time. Behind the glamorous scenes, I suffered. Women’s instinct is to have black, beautiful and healthy hair. There is no doubt that I am one of them who is melodramatic. At the same time, women also care most about their hair. Especially with the growth of age, pay more attention to the length and shape of your hair. If the hair is not very clean, walking on the street seems to lose a beautiful scenery, and there is also a lack of confidence and femininity in my heart. I vaguely remembered that I didn’t cherish my hair like today when I was a young girl. Because young people have young Capital and vigorous vitality, their hair is cut short at any time, and they will grow black and bright unconsciously soon. However, when a person can have long hair fluttering in his middle age, it will show the charm and tenderness of a woman more. Therefore, every time I see myself in front of the mirror, I can still have long hair, and I won’t dye it because of adding some white hair. There is a little bit of pride and clown beauty in my heart. I don’t know how many times I have made up my mind that I want to go to a hair salon to trim short hair, but there is always no substantial following. As a result, I cut off my long hair under the impetus of the instant thought. My tenderness seemed to give up a constant feeling, which was destroyed by my impulse. At this moment, the faint regret seems hard to let go for life. Women’s long hair, elegant, charming, tender like water, is the temptation of men; Women’s long hair, like silk, like a dream, lingering, but also a symbol of maternity. Who doesn’t want to have a black long hair as a woman? I always like long hair. Every night when I lie down, my hands are used to putting my hair behind the pillow. Now, my hands reach out involuntarily. I want to put my hair behind the pillow and touch it with my hands. There is no long hair, I feel uncomfortable in my heart. When can I adapt to short hair? When can we accept the blue silk that has lost its pride? Deep in my heart, I need a process of slowly forgetting. When will my heart no longer be so nostalgic about the complex of long hair. Goodbye! My long hair, though it is so hard to give up …… Puxi phone painted 2012.5.25 the computer was modified 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. 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…

Window

That afternoon, I went to the bank to do business. When arrived, besides the one received in front of the counter, there was one sitting on the sofa. The third one is me. I won’t wait long. I think so. So I sat down on the sofa. The sunlight was reflected on the tea table in front of the sofa through the glass window. On the bright tea table was planted a basin of unnamed orchid, the flower pot was engraved with chrysanthemum, and there was also a poem “Ode to chrysanthemum” written by the poet Wang Anshi. As for what verse, I don’t remember it now. The cold air brushed the orchid leaves from time to time. The leaves trembled lightly, and the sunshine danced with the leaves. I stared at it for a long time. I felt tired and turned my head naturally. The scenery outside the glass window came to my face. Outside the window, it is a colorful world. Groups of young women passed by. They were wrapped in red and green, like colorful clouds floating lightly. Through the glass window, no sound can be heard, but just looking at those exaggerated body movements, you can guess that it must be a very beautiful and interesting thing that makes them dance. They wore colorful sneakers on their feet. Tut tut, those colors follow their steps, which really dazzles my eyes. I am envious of the beauty of young colors. Thinking of my youth, it must be more than ten years ago. Oh, no, go further, in that young girl’s age, the snow-white Warrior sneakers, with some colors, were nurse shoes. That is a kind of shoes which are replaced by wide band at the place where the belt is tied. Remember that there are at least white and pink. Lightweight, nice. And I wear the pink one. Huili sneakers are too monotonous, not PE class, so I refuse to wear them. Outside the window, it is a flowing world. People with different colors, wrapped in different worries, were fast forward or retreated on the Broad Street. Cars passed through my sight one by one. Some cars were slow while some were speeding. Most of the windows are pasted with dark car film, which makes it hard to see what kind of people are driving. This aroused my curiosity. Beauty? Handsome? Uncle? Imagine a little chaos. Simply hold your cheek and look up at the sky, the clouds in the air will overlap together for a while, and then spread out again. There seemed to be a kaleidoscope in front of my eyes. In the small world, there were always dazzling scenes. I turned around, and the scenery dispersed and gathered together. It was beyond recognition immediately and I never knew what I saw in front of me. When I was young, when I had something to do, I just looked at it and giggled, and my friends would grab it. Therefore, laughter and scenery spread together in childhood. Outside the window, it is a noisy world. On the opposite side, the glass door of DQ’s house was opened and closed, and the sweet delivery was anytime and anywhere. The girls in uniform in the mobile business hall sat quietly in front of the counter, smiling one by one. There are still guests dining in the roadside small restaurant, and the waiter’s busy figure seems to never stop. One car in the square was driven away and another was filled in immediately. The parking space was always pitifully banned. Not far away, there were lovers chasing all the way. The thick joy hit me behind the glass window without warning, but unfortunately I was hit and fell into my memory. He Zeng is similar to those in the past. The first guest had walked out at this time. He grabbed the bills with full hands, sat down on the sofa opposite to me, and buried himself in sorting. The second guest was on the sofa behind me. I heard him stand up and walk to the counter. Then his voice came over, brother, you haven’t finished your money. The first guest and I looked up at the same time, without verbal communication, and smiled at each other. In such an afternoon, staying in the sofa, I began to feel a little lazy after a long time. In my eyes, the prosperity outside the glass window is gradually less vivid. I feel like I’m going to sleep. The mobile phone shook slightly in the palm at the right time, and the heart was warm. In this beautiful afternoon, who was beating my mobile phone and stirring my strings. It must be you, my lover. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…