Memorial

Today, two months ago, we met each other. Tell me, sunshine. Declare that the sunshine in life is everywhere. You said, maybe because there are people who care around, they always remind you of the happiness in life. I am afraid of the sudden silence of the air, so I have every day, always looking forward to appearing in your vision, or an expression with no words, just like breathing every day, it is essential. I don’t know when it was. Gradually, it became a habit. Today, we are not together. Without too many tears, the days I had spent became a kind of memory. Although it was light, it was beautiful. It was this kind of beauty that gave us fearless sadness and became a commemorative album. During the Tomb-Sweeping Day, when we were walking in HKUST, we all wore red plaid clothes and walked on the path of Xiwan yard, where the path was filled with small stones and very quiet. The grass beside the path is very natural green. Our red shirt looks dazzling against the surrounding several meters of osmanthus trees, a situation that depicts how happy we are! It’s just a pity that those moments also became a memorial. At dusk, we went to the library before leaving. When we just stepped in, we consciously stopped saying one more word. The air there was suffocated so much that there was no tiny slit left. We walked in the corridor around the inner wall, with a low-lying platform in the middle and dozens of wooden tables, which were basically full of students. Some are eager to focus on books, some are concentrating on homework, there is no noise, only quiet air is flowing slowly, you say, that was a moment full of thought and struggle. Unconsciously, you turned off your mobile phone. He said, we should not disturb these beautiful environments. You are an ordinary girl. Walk on the street, take a fancy to a piece of clothes, the price is a little expensive, you will be silent. I will tell you back, let’s go. I know how much you like it. I said I would buy it, but you dragged me out of the store. You said, I have never let myself buy such expensive clothes. The way to dress is not how noble the clothes are. I just like natural clothes. After a short rest in the underground street, you said that only when my father was there would I like something so calmly and willfully. Things that are too complicated always make me uncomfortable. You will make me get used to it in the future. I can understand every word you say, because I am also that kind of person. Therefore, I always accommodate to you and follow you. At that moment, it seemed to be a permanent memory. There is no regret. In every step we have gone through, every word we have said has become a kind of slight sadness. I once told you that when we are together, you must always be rational. You said fool, if you always keep rational, you will have influence on my attraction and will grow old slowly. I know what I said and what you thought. I always hope that you will continue to be so rational and excellent, so that in the future, one day, you will not regret what happened. I am learned people who often don’t regret. Not long after we met, you asked me twice about whether I regretted being with you. I still answered so firmly. Maybe there are always some unyielding beliefs in people’s inner choices, which are the beautiful things existing in our hearts. Even if we are gone, we are still so loyal to the first thoughts in our hearts that we cannot forget. Today, we are not together. So many good things have become a memorial. I hope you are as rational as always, so excellent to live, less tears and more happiness. 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…

Life is not always happy

People always like beautiful being apart, no matter men and women; Always like beautiful enervating views, whether true or false; Always liked happy happy situation, whether elegant and vulgar; Always like to make people warm things, whether noble and humble sunny day, to quiet, as Tan Quan water, no waves, this feeling, unmanned and co. Friends said, life multi-the stoicism, Heart has slowly in getting old. I think also the wrong. When we from impetuous calm attributable to the, more is joy more than pathos. Heart in gradually quiet, love in gradually warm. And this time, there will always be a lot thoughts left, happy or more easy-going. Life is not always smile, maybe pain more than happy. So, find a can go out of the intersection, his soul, exile, appreciate that way of cold and warm, cherish if there seems heavy and light. Such life, multi-the more lonely, with a lot less sorrow. So, good. Everyone, and will be contracted this world love, slowly blooming from, our life, more a dash acid, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty taste. And more, we is running in years on the way, unmanned and synchronic lonely, toast smile the excitement, have become our best in all memory. Time like water flowing through, we keen to keep maybe just as a mood of mood. And this mood, also such as Chihiro spring water clear our hearts, long the indifferent to her years. In this mood, our thoughts swirling like rain. Occasional vision about the future, occasional recall past. Really very good. That vision, is the voices of flowers, beautiful ethereal, I always most really touched. You can there was a moon night sitting alone on the balcony observation nighttime sky, windowsill is is open exudes a faint fragrance of jasmine, mood is so slowly blooming from like and love. Memories, is yellowing photo album, drunk happiness, everywhere is unforgettable time, living. You can in sunlit place pengshang this understand and cherish of book, on the tea table is shrouded dense heat of the fragrant tea, mind is joy and sadness of cross. Most Beautiful most beautiful years is our most true, long long year is our favorite, we retain of maybe just Youth mood for a moved, we would expect just lush years of a dream. -We, difficult to pull retain years hurried footsteps, difficult to expect for no reason desire. This retain and this expectation, also difficult to decorate the indifferent years, difficult to retain this beautiful time. When at dusk, through long Old Gatehouse, stepping on narrow quartzite, alone linger in apricot flowers, spring rain in Poplar deep. Shrouded in dense mist in Jiangnan, more add a simple and elegant unique charming color, shallow Cui jiao qing, smoke cage caused wet holding scroll, leaning on your window, overlooking smoke Willow breeze Qiao percussion door, listening sparse fence rain sing Zui Hua Yin. Along poetry of direction, carefully from the fleeting arms scooped up yi ban ban exquisitely carved pearls catch phrase, in aromatic Wanzai of man xiu scholarly, with with ages of tyuzh footsteps, looking for shallow poetry sings sing behind long legend. Perhaps because Jiangnan rain too exceedingly sentimental, perhaps because Jiangnan rain too feminine elegant and graceful, that wisps of raindrops, that curl Tingting of rain, always Jiangnan rainy season decorate scores plaintive confused. The falling rain was always moving the strings in my heart softly like water, turning a thousand times one by one. The Songs of singing and sighing were singing in the crisscross and tortuous rain alley. Lonely purdah, rouchang inch sorrow qian lv. Phoenix tree of a more rain, to dusk, dribs and drabs. This first, how a sorrow word get. Deeply Shallow Thoughts, long and short care, high low of care mi mi mang mang of lonely, Rourou gently tear-stained drizzly Jiangnan. Maybe, dripping in the heart of not rain, but a emotion, a sentimental, a memory, a melancholy. Curtain roll westerly, thinner than yellow of easy and in pi pa xian on tone sing the Heartsongs: sad pillow Midnight Rain, point di lin yin; Point di lin yin, worry loss Beiren, not used to up listen! Small wind sparse rain rustling, thousand lines tear secretly fall; That unspoken, only on eyebrows, and under heart heavy heart, let her in ningmou, adds a xin chou. Little a Shuangxi ze meng boat Ah, how to be able to carry this many of sorrow? Murphy Suchou dialect soft of delicate euphemism, genius and beauty of lingering mood, sick for home wandering heart, wandering Tianya lonely for, drink of helpless sustenance, acacia for send nowhere send bleak hesitation, water Falling Spring Go also lonely helpless, is let immersed in the drizzle in many men of letters feeling talk old theme? Just when he was cold, sad and dejected, the vigorous figure of an old man with a beard leaped onto the paper. He held an iron plate in his hand and read loudly: lie down at night and listen to the wind and rain, and the Iron Horse ice will fall into a dream. This majestic, heroic forceful a chanted, in a plaintive lingering, gentle and graceful rain sound, seem so distinction. Can in Xiaoxiao rain already picked armored cavalry the sonorous meaning, in addition to drunk inside burning the midnight oil kan jian, dreaming trumpet with camp Jiaxuan public, more who? That confident, magnanimous wildly sing I see more charming Castle Peak, material Castle Peak see I should be so hero, that unfulfilled, blood in thoracic and sighed low jiang wo Bugu not self-pity, sunsi for Garrison Luntai old man, let I often look back to tu sheng respect infinite. Listen to the wind, rain, listen to songs, different mind will be able to hear different views feelings; Listen to the wind, rain, listen to heart sound, different people will be able to hear different life attitude; Listen to the wind, rain, listen to life, the same rain hear different song of life. Rain Xiaoxiao, both sad-worry, too are leisurely welcome. Wind and rain to fear? A rain and smoke, Ren Pingsheng! A curtain of spring rain was outside the window, wearing the forest and beating the leaves, gurgling and entering the night with the wind. A curtain spring rain in sight, coming softly, bit by bit, my heart. Curtain outside the rain, xixilili, filter to red dust of impetuous, polyester net suppressed haze. Curtain of rain, chanchanmianmian, care in full bloom of life, abundance cantabile years. Alley of clove still faintly in the rain caked with melancholy, looked up but can not see then of flowers. In its twilight, deep long lane more deep. Only drizzle, still smell, xixilili. ba jiao yu sound, flower and sound, all of heaven and qing lai, ecstasy of listen to, when to drunk flower sound. Water Cloud long spring charming, mountains empty Mongolia cuckoo crow. Colorful peach blossom wear Bi Liu, filled lan yan Xiufeng odd. Thought, tranquil and comfortable pastoral style, only forever fixed in Tao Weng described it poetic ethereal “Peach Blossom Spring”; Thought, fresh and natural freehand laid-back, have been lost in red distractions hustle in. Landscape feeling entangles dream about, bamboo green a few degrees distraction. Away from mundane hideaway, we yearn for the dream home, really is gradually, gradually far gradually blurred? Fortunately, we have and flowing water, leisurely happy sound music proudly drunk, Salon total wander listen to, Zheng rhyme gurgling, gurgling streams, deep mountain Jiuqu between, spring loud buzz empty mountain; Leisurely xiao zhu, winding paths, A silver lining, picturesque into Taoyuan. Look, white clouds are long, green mountains and green waters reflect. Bi Willow Yiyi, birds singing tweeted Ming Chunxiao; Blooms qianmo butterfly flying, fallen flowers, other side Taolin laugh spring breeze and wind flick, tranquil welcome Chunhui, Xinning such as drip trickling water. Melodious and cozy, with heart strings turning into butterflies, flying away and dancing, whispering with petals. Murmuring and murmuring, The Heart Goes along with the stream and the boat, the mountain dives, lingering and forgetting to leave the spring breeze. The rhyme is also dense, the grass is luxuriant, the rain and smoke are blurred, and The Paradise is beautiful in spring. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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. 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I feel so painful that I want to cry, but I can only laugh foolishly

In Liaoyang this year, it still didn’t warm up at the end of March. The North Wind from Nowhere blew me cold. I sat in the empty shop, took a cup of boiled water for myself, dried it, and browsed the space while drinking. Suddenly, saw such an article entitled “Women’s College students unbearable employment pressure suicide, leaving 100,000 diary Diary” article, Heart was shock, after reading this reproduced articles, we are so painful that we want to cry. Our generation is called the 80’s generation. This generation has a distinct impression of the times. No one can resist the growth. Seeing Astro Boy and Saint grow up, we have a distinct character of love and hate, while as the only child, we are not independent, passing through the narrow single-plank bridge into the ivory tower from the flood of exam-oriented education, he left the ivory tower in a daze and was ruthlessly thrown into the flood of society. These two Baptists almost annihilated us! The country encourages us to start a business and calls on us to find jobs before choosing jobs. But let’s look at the situation in the talent market. Who will not be shocked by the sorrow of wearing a cold sweat? Apart from those children whose parents have all abilities, we in ordinary families almost have the same helplessness: parents are getting older and older, and those laid-off and re-employed try their best to send us to university, but we can’t give them a loop and their old age, and we even have to keep gnawing at their old age. When we were young, we devoted ourselves to studying without asking about the world. Our parents even regarded reading as the only way for us to leave poverty. They, like the most dutiful nanny, washed, cooked and worked for us, day after day, and we also feel at ease, why? Because we are scholars, useful people in the future, and people who can honor our ancestors. We are held in their hands and bear their hopes. After graduation, we were at a loss in the crowded world. We didn’t understand why we couldn’t even find a decent job as the favored son of heaven. That female college student groaned helplessly, it seems to be ringing in the ear! How many people are running around the job fair with thick resumes? How many people are eager to send job-seeking emails in Internet cafes? How many people are wandering from north to south? How many people live with realistic masks? Our generation, in such a society with surplus talents, doesn’t even have the right to cry. Facing the eyes of parents, we can only hide our deep sadness, smiling to fool oneself and others till numbness I remembered that when I read fortress besieged in high school, I still couldn’t understand the sadness that people inside thought out and people outside thought out desperately, I don’t understand why this book, which seems to have no words, is so famous, reading it from generation to generation and worshiping it as classic book from generation to generation. Finally, after graduation, I understood what kind of sorrow it was. This is exactly the portrayal of graduates now. When we entered the university, we went through fierce struggle. High school was like purgatory, people among them won’t deny it. After entering the university, they just wanted to relax their nerves, and they realized the pressure of employment. Their senior brothers and sisters ran on the road of job hunting every day, it can be seen from their expressions that they are so tired. After graduation, we also set foot on the same path as them, writing resumes, interviewing, listening to the phone, until another round begins, this rush, we can’t see the end. We have been honed as round as cobblestones by life. We have fixed a maturity in this world. Our greetings to life have learned to smile. Although we always want to cry, however, looking at myself in the mirror, my tears have dried up. Our generation may not be the saddest child, but it is the saddest child. We can’t cry. We can only smile and use all our life’s strength to overdraw our souls before we can be free. 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…