“Water Moon and North Lake”

It has been so quiet that I don’t know how long I will sit. Sigh the wind, dive into the corner of the night, fell asleep. All the lights quietly faded away, and all the voices gradually disappeared. The occasional noise of joints is the intimacy between my left and right hands. Soft, gentle, gentle and graceful ripples in the mood, spoiled in the deep lake at night. It seems that there is a layer of veil, which isolates nothingness. The fine scissors of vision leave only a piece of purity, and taste loneliness with breath. Looking back casually, you will lead to the pain, the stupidest moment, or the truest smile. Occasionally walk in the memory, understand the past impulse in experience, improve peace with the help of increasing annual rings. There is no need for right or wrong, and I am sure that I laugh like spring flowers, just want to touch myself in these indiscernable days. Or, too many sensitivities are gradually dim, and you know there is another scene in the world: Smoke is gone, clouds are flying. Everything will eventually be simple, and simple, often the final pay is not the result, but the mood. In such a night, even if my thoughts were entangled, I just shook gently and opened. Don’t ask me whether my process is with faint blood or glittering and translucent falling in my eyes. Gentle, just like the same kind of pouring down, the wind passes without trace. Just like this kind of black silence, you only need to look at each other, and you can understand the whispers of God’s friendship for a long time. Uncertain cloudy and sunny rain and snow will always leave age marks in unknown days. Maybe, I was trembling slightly, holding my shoulders tightly in the dark night. Blend in a moment of tranquility, give Inner time, walk for a confused period, and give thoughts time. Vulnerability may be just a kind of nature, and I am also waiting for the dawn in pity and helplessness. Or, can forgive —– a drop of tears, a frown, a sigh. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…