How do we go wrong

What on earth replaced our past? We became fidgety, restless, confused and sad; What replaced our dreams, with regrets and losses. This era was so helpless that even I calmed down to write an article and read a book I liked, I lost my mood and interest. What’s wrong with us? We are so anxious. When you are not in a hurry, look at others in a hurry. The man is anxious to buy a house, find a girlfriend and get married, but how many people are fighting for their father? But sometimes I think about it, it’s time for young people to get married, but what do we have? People say that we stand at thirty, but in today’s era, where do we stand in confusion? When a woman is looking for a partner, she wants to know whether the man’s family has money, whether there is a house, whether the man’s parents have jobs, and whether there is a job is better, so she will not worry about old-age care, regardless of feelings, I just want to know the family background of the other party and see if it is necessary to communicate with each other. Now all the women are waiting, waiting to marry a rich one. So the unluckily people will be left soon. After all, there are not many real rich people in China, and most of them still have no money. The country is rich all day long. Actually, is the people really rich? I dare not access the Internet every day for fear that my eyes will be polluted. All kinds of phenomena and events are too many to see. There are not so many negative things in that era like today. Let’s think about whether there will be problems if one day the negative things will have a big impact and accumulate more? What’s wrong with us? We are more and more inseparable from pouring out. It seems that we have a lot to say in our hearts, but what we say is complaints and helplessness. Where are our happy words. Even the ordinary and simple life has become a kind of extravagant hope, a kind of extravagant demand. In the streets, why are there more and more thieves? There are unprecedentedly many deceiving people. If you dare not trust or believe, you can only believe in yourself, because no one is reliable, children are not going to be filial, and there are too few people who dare to help others, too few people have sympathy. Sometimes very chilling. Everyone grabbed the tall buildings, but when they moved in, they found that they were not only separated by cement and steel, but also people in the same building naturally had a copper wall and iron wall. Indifference obscures love and care. What happened to us? We were busy on our way, but we forgot to enjoy the scenery on the road. We are still young, but we all have an old heart. Even the enthusiasm for breaking in was almost gone, because everyone was afraid that they could not compete with the rich second generation and the official second generation. It was still themselves who were injured, and even the hope of fairness and justice that had been treasured in their hearts for many years was shattered. What’s wrong with us? We are calm. Everything with high prices is just an extravagant demand. We can’t afford to buy a house, get married or raise a baby. We can only stand where we are, quietly and quietly…….. 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…

30 years old, I want to tell myself

At this time, at the age of 30, I was occasionally scared when I was young and regretful when time went by. This inexplicable feeling made me sad and surprised secretly. Was it because of the gradual discomfort of enthusiasm? Or, happy on a quiet day? It is unknown that 30 years of fleeting time have devoured me without warning. I used to be carefree, cheerful, immature, fresh, uninhibited, free and easy, fearless, arduous and persistent for 30 years of fleeting time. How can I treasure the warmth I have had? How to reflect the intoxicating pictures? How to settle the vicissitudes? How can I let go of my sorrow? At the age of 30, I want to thank the joy and sorrow of the past years-because it has brought me growth and solid, mature accumulation and transformation at the age of 30, I want to pursue and seek for the true self through filtering the illusion; I want to resist the impulse stimulation and enjoy the present with heart. About the future, I am willing to regard the present as eternity-because I know that life is limited, so I can’t bear to miss possession; Because warmth is always like a meteor, so I am afraid of fleeting. About the future, I am willing to be full of sensibility and infiltrate intellectuality — because I am familiar with embracing life and need emotional warmth; Abundant life, unconsciously, I seem to see a different scenery in the limited years of life, A unique light makes me truly appreciate the extraordinary essence of life — not lamenting the yearning for youth that I once missed because of my old age and senility, don’t regret for being unable to recover. The 30-year-old self, who once impulsively and unintentionally, naturally, has such feelings and hopes. 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…

Wheat field

The wheat fields that gave their lives and nourishment were all over the mountains, and one part of them were placed on different hillsides. The hillside is inclined to the angle of the eaves and the Reaper’s back, accompanying the growth of the years. The flat wheat field cut through the original peace of the hillside. The hillside was not calm. From then on, there was the cultivation, sweat, pain and singing of life and life. From then on, there was the name called terrace and scyck, since then, these names have been wiped bright and bright by sweat. The split flat fields are like the steps of the city climbing to the peak of the tourist attractions. The orderly steps are like the electronic originals arranged manually in digital appliances, it marks the symmetrical position and number. The terraced fields on the hillside always have only the original shape of the hillside. The East and the West are high and low, long and short, big and small, straight and curved, randomly arranged and casually matched, lost any level and rule casually, no order, no primary and secondary order, no favourable decoration, no matter which block is carved with green oil wheat seeds, it is a meaningful poem of coarse mine. One by one scattered poem, folded into the whole valley, like a roll of rolling volumes, rich and ancient, clear and majestic. The late spring breeze startled the songs of Azalea birds dripping blood in the wheat field, and there were also many modest struggles and breaths. The stubborn wheat seedlings could withstand the depression of the cold outside the soil, try to get out of the sharp head and thin body, and begin to listen to the restlessness of spring when nature just wakes up. The wheat fields with rough mining lines and the hidden paths like snake bellies are drawn one by one, leading the flexible strings of mountains and wild fields, the diligent insects, the wild eagle flying in the sky and a low cloud blooming like a mushroom, jump up the happy and comfortable notes in the spring. The spring breeze danced and waved its flourishing fingers, stirring the low sound of insects, the long song of birds, the sorrow of clouds, the patrol of Eagles and the loneliness of mountains and fields. Dandelion carefully opened the small yellow umbrella and watched the life-and-death roaring war launched by Ant Brigade and earthworms on the road. Shandandan slowly exposed crimson petals, inducing the passing butterfly to stop its long journey, reluctant to open your beautiful wings. The mountain was quiet, and a clear spring was gurgling in the north of the mountain rocks with the coolness of the mountain. Only beauty called musicians could enjoy the nectar and jade liquid produced by nature. The beautiful and pure musicians enjoy themselves tirelessly, with the toughness of the mountains and the ignorance of the seasons. The movement of spring has not been finished yet, and the wheat ears rising from jointing have inadvertently broken the season balance. -Style fingers a sudden end. Xia’s footsteps couldn’t help stepping onto the stage of performance. That is a young man in the mountains, strong, young and solid. As soon as he stepped on the stage, he made the flat wheat field as monotonous as the feathers of immature young birds, and gave birth to the strong wheat field as the black hair of young girls, the green and green mountains, the wind came again, and the undulating melody was twitched from the hillside. A song was full of the smell that wheat was going to mature and wet, rolling the warlords of the throbbing wave of love, and began to flow, flow, flow in the depth of the hillside,! The maturity of the season makes the wheat field more mature. The mature wheat field bid farewell to the dryness in early spring and the green and wet in early summer, meet comes crop of another crop hot air and cool breeze alternating blowing of pain, therefore, the Sun Golden contracted wheat skin, first 1.1 point, then is a piece, but later on, it was a lot, from head to foot, all over the mountains and plains, vigorous and fast. In a flash of effort, the mountains were dyed into countless golden poems, and the hillside was hot and could not be filled any more, gold poured down along the hillside, flowing, flowing, becoming a waterfall, hanging on the cliffs of the season! Wheat field, where is it hidden? You no longer belong to you, you have been melted by seasons and light! Hay! June 6, busy and busy, whose embroidered daughter got out of bed. The path is curved, like thin Acacia lines, holding those tiny steps until the wheat field lost its tenderness kissed by the fierce sun. A box of small terraced fields that cannot be smaller. Scalding no longer needs enthusiasm, what it needs is the moisture of spring water and sweat, what it needs is the condensation of sickles and wrists, the tiny and stubborn wheat seedlings, and the perseverance of copper all over the body, in the refining of the sickles and sweat, there is no reason for them to surrender, in front of the sickles and sweat. Small pieces of wheat fields slowly exposed bare wheat Awn, and those wheat Awn as sharp as the needle tip pierced through the childhood of many young girls and young men. Time seemed to become fast. The time of wheat field changed as soon as it turned around. The wheat field behind him left a large blank of wheat Awn, just like the youth without any harvest and the dazzling eyes of white flowers, ache! The wheat fields poured through by the sun gradually became empty in the cheers of sickles and the moaning of sweat hitting the painful soil, with more and more wheat and more empty, maimang can’t keep out the flowing season, just like holding cheap arms can’t keep out the fleeting youth. In the hot sun like fire, I ran happily on the wheat field, picked up the dripping wheat ears and watched the last footprints removed from the wheat field. The wheat field was blank, and the whole valley was blank. In the lonely heart of the sun, what did Maimang count? It is nothing but a broken gun left behind the blade and sword in the ancient battlefield, but an old scar left in the bottom of my heart after love. If you lose it, you lose it. What’s the use of picking it up again? It is better to bury it in the soil of years and add some nutrients to the harvest in the coming year! Heavy wheat fields say goodbye to the busiest days of the year and look forward to the birth of the next reincarnation. Just like a teenager saying goodbye to the most precious youth in his life, the youth of a teenager has no reincarnation. Don’t say goodbye. Leave hope next time. When you are lonely, Choosing Hope is also a kind of wisdom. If you feel painful, you will sing a rainy song with the season and cool down for the sadness going deep into the marrow. Rain is water and the cycle of water. Water is the source of life and the cycle of life. Wheat field carries the moisture of life as well as the weight of life. In the cool night rain, I am looking forward to the next reincarnation! 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…

Die, power!

After spending the Spring and Autumn period as a teenager, he was full of knowledge and could do nothing. The wind blew across my face and stood on the stone city, which was devastated. The sword marks and holes, mottled and peeled, gently stroking the traces of these years. History stole everything, it is only left to the later generations to admire, spit on praise and admire, leaving the backbone of China; China’s sadness; China’s desolation; China’s sadness on the top of Jian’an city, the autumn wind of Xiao suosuo fondly stroked the scarred city wall, and the broken flag rolled lazily like a tired veteran. Tired of the war, I remembered the war, it is war that promotes human progress, brings human science and technology, and also war that brings human terror, fear, tearing, trauma, separation of wife and family, and all these are not dominated by war, but power. The unlimited expansion of power in hand is a very interesting thing. Drugs can destroy people’s bodies and will, while power makes those in power lose their hearts, there are many examples in history. Father killed son and son killed father, uncle killed nephew, younger brother killed brother, which was called tyrant as punishment, and my benevolence and virtue were universal. Bah!!!! Are power dictates! Shamelessly blinded people’s eyes with benevolence and morality, worshiped the detestable imperial power, prayed devoutly to the Pope who plundered people’s money and labor force, and bowed to the pharaoh who ruthlessly enslaved the working people, the Mikado who was idle and useless only wanted to promise. The flag Horn hit my face, the wind blew up, hehe, shameless imperial power, are you showing anger to me? How can your anger compare with the anger of thousands of millions and hundreds of millions of ordinary people? The anger accumulated over thousands of years is enough to defeat any violence of imperial power! Any dirty power can’t destroy the stream of anger, break the halberd into sand and cast the sword into a plough. When can the pursuit of power be put down? Put down the greed to rule the world and give up the power over thousands of people? When can I return a Langlang Qiankun?! Do you want me to be a peaceful and warm country without disputes or wars? To make the world peaceful is not to solve problems from weapons. If one’s heart is blinded by greed, there will be no more gold, silver and jewelry; No more exquisite luxury cars; No more magnificent villas; no matter how high the seat was; No matter how much money he could not burn, he could not hinder his greed, because he only wanted to be the first in the world, to rule the world and to destroy human civilization! The weapon of restricting power and power will not be put down. With it, we can fight against the dirty people with greed and have our own rights! The parents who gave birth to me, the country who raised me, the children who buried me, the Earth who buried me, and the people who fought against me were unfair and unjust. All the power of bullying people should die, let the former good father, good husband, good mother and good grandfather who could not struggle in Power Wake up! Right is important, what about that person’s feelings? Please stick to one’s original heart. At the beginning of life, one has good nature. Don’t let his wife, children and relatives leave you. What’s the good thing about a person’s world? What is the scenery standing at the top of power? It’s lonely. Recalling the legacy of saints and making the world full of love? No, at least no one can disturb your life. It’s good to enrich your free life every day without worrying about things like too many tickets. It’s good to be happy. When the wind stopped, I walked down the tower with my head held high, looking at the setting sun of Zijinshan Mountain, looking at the tears of the Flying Swallow from afar. At least I have never been confused now, insisting on fighting against those who violate and deprive our rights and try to take it, no matter how the history will be written, the king will be defeated? Or reactionary? Ha ha, let him go with the wind! I am myself; I look at myself; I love myself; I save myself; I teach myself; I support myself everyone has selfishness, the common selfishness of all people is to live under the blue sky of freedom! Who will accompany me to realize the dream from the Stone City in the past? If Bo Ya meets the child period, what can he ask for again? Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) 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…

Wind gone clouds, dance not disorderly heart of love

Wind gone clouds, dance not disorderly heart of love

When the sun converges, the last touch of dark red. Night quiet is the water. New Moon such as silver hook. The fragrant wind of apricot flowers outside the window broke through the window and lightly played the strings of the weak soul. A memory and a feeling slips down gently between the brow, filling every corner of the space and spreading in the quiet night. Caring is really beautiful, but caring will make people feel more painful. When loneliness seeps into the heart, loneliness gnaws into helplessness, I am looking forward to your reappearance, with beautiful extravagant hopes and lingering without regrets. No matter how time flows, how seasons change, all obsession and pain, all hesitation and perseverance are interpreted in the memory of reunion at that moment! Moonlight like water, sky moon and stars whisper Eves and. Time is like an hourglass, and more than half of the youth between the fingers turns around and falls on yesterday. The bright moon woke up the stranded past. When the calendar is turned over page by page, the past is gradually blurred in the passing of years, and some people and some things are gradually moving away. But there are always some people, some things and some seemingly ordinary things that make me lingering and warm in my heart. The quiet time flows forward, and the surging heart is crowded back. Memories lurking deep in the soul, accompanied by melancholy, are evoked by the wind one after another! Standing alone in front of the window, looking up at the speechless sky. The computer began to sing sad music again, blending into my heart word by word, which reminded me of the story between me and you inadvertently, closed my eyes and listened attentively. The calm surface of the lake will always stir waves and ripples. Recalling the beautiful and happy days when we were together, your appearance has always appeared in my mind. Maybe it was because of you that I fell in love with the coolness of words, or I was looking for the warmth between my fingers from beginning to end, or I was escaping from the troubles and obstacles of the world, or maybe I am looking forward to it in the wind and rain, in this dust-free and faithful world, I plucked my heartstrings and worried about myself! I knocked my attachment silently with my fingers, and I interpreted the attachment quietly with words. I began to think of you when I lay in loneliness. At this time, my restless heart had nowhere to be placed. I avoided tears and stood up in my missing. Instantly your shadow began to shake in front of my eyes, so I suddenly cared about you. Many in the moonlight night when I think of you, I look at the light and the moonlight together lonely, no one can prove your temperature in my heart, no one can replace the feeling you once felt in my heart! Your dream is as happy as ever, and the warm scene in the past is floating in your heart. After waking up from a dream, happiness is blown away by the wind one by one, just like the leaves under the moon. In the dream, happy tears fell in my heart, touching that soft. The heart is not calm, love is gone. In this kind of night, the long-accumulated concerns spread from the bottom of my heart to my heart. The touch of every kind of thoughts will cause pains unconsciously. The silent night could not calm down the sad mood, just like a kite with broken lines. The wind stopped, but it was still floating in the air. The emotions deposited in the bottom of my heart for a long time flow slowly with tears unconsciously! Time goes through the boundless seasons with me in the cycle of time. Time stays with me in the sigh of autumn, yellow summer and green to the morning light that I care about today. I stand in the green wilderness, the gentle wind made me feel the cold sound, looking at the lush land in the distance, but the boundless vast field did not have the foundation for me to stop. My heart is full of melancholy, and then I feel more and more sad, the loneliness of the mountains in the distance, the silence of people in the distance, staring at your regret, making my tears fall like rain! I was shocked by your figure in the moonlight shining all over the ground. You know, at that time, I hated those clear moonlight that I was once happy and obsessed. Once I held the moon so affectionately, making my distant dream full of silver and blue colors, and once I leaned on the Moonlight like water so sorrowfully to read a infatuated dream. I miss the cooling time, the years are scattered into pieces, the scenery is picturesque, the youth is gorgeous, the memory becomes the only fleeting time in my hands, I am still recalling the simplicity of the past and the past, in the annual rings where you and I meet, you are like floating floating clouds, stopping in the sky of my life, and I am the fragrance of the fluttering lilac falling down for a season! In the red dust of Zimo, I always meet and separate some people constantly. Some people make me burst into tears, and some people let me watch for the whole life, some people disappear in my memory forever. What left me was the pity of Filar Silk. I couldn’t wait for those people quietly, let them feel their joys and sorrows, nor read those people carefully and let myself listen to their deep voices! Looking back, I have missed your attachment and happiness! Being left at the end of the divorce, gradually moving away! When I stood in the year of the world of mortals, all I could do was to cherish when I met, to be calm when I was separated, and there was no constant banquet in the world. You and I once shared a glass of wine, you and I used to smile a little bit, and it is also the turning back of our previous life. We shouldn’t be so sad! I stretched out my hand to open the dusty title page, and clearly saw that, the collection of poems I once wrote for you, the fireworks in the world, I read you like a song, the flowers were blooming at that time, and I had been waiting for you in the original place, waiting for the flying clouds of time to fall over my shoulders, waiting for the people in the dream to meet in the crowd, you and I have known each other as a past! Only time will remember that once I began to write poems for you in the sun, and I wrote the silk clothes and cloud clothes filled with time page by page. When the wind blew, the whispering sentiments were like the ink words, quiet mover in the mountains and waters of the years, unable to control your joy and sadness. Only when you are the happiest can you leave quietly. There is no need for how many miserable wind and cold rain in the future, and the pain embedded in the bottom of your heart is different from one side, the prediction of happiness is on your lips, and the next night you say goodbye quietly. Tears at that time slipped down from the corner of your eyes, but you can no longer see me caring about you! When I think of you, I always let the light sadness cross the edge of reserved melancholy at a casual moment, spread in my heart secretly through every space in the gap. After thinking about it, I understand that I have never stranded my missing, eyes extend far away, ethereal like nothingness, turning myself into your shadow, lonely and lengthy, but in the shadow, I am still confused and lost my direction alone; Thinking of you, my mood will wrinkle tightly, then I know that I have paved the road full of worries with missing! There is a feeling that has been buried in my heart! There is an emotion spreading in my heart all the time! There are thousands of words telling how rich and meaningful the missing is. No matter how time flows, no matter how seasons change, all obsession and pain, hesitation and perseverance are interpreted in the interweaving of concerns. I can’t erase you in my dream, and store some warm memories about you in my heart. Even if it is just a little bit of self-righteous hanging, it is satisfying and comforting the loneliness I once had! Your smiling face, your words, and your eyes are all left in my heart, the deepest; Your feelings, your feelings, and all and all of you, in my heart, it is the most precious; Your cheers, your sorrow, and your crying are always surging ripples in my heart. At night, the words flew down, and the heart was like Lotus. The moon shines, the heart is empty, and the stars snicker and flicker. Love is in my heart, love is in my heart, and my heart is speechless at night. Love is on the bone, deep love, at this night, I use my tired heart to write my inner sorrow burning, and use my dexterous fingers to knock my beloved words, let me go back to the sad city again, write down sad words and sentences to express the comfort of my heart! Listening to my low singing and caring, lonely and beautiful, the leisurely piano is a lot of beautiful and sad rhythm. Meeting you is my most beautiful accident. It is a long world with a quiet life, and it makes you believe that seeing the ups and downs of the world of mortals, every day and night, several thoughts and obsession, that is to be inseparable from life to life, you are my attachment in this life. The night faded away the past color, the wind blew away the past sadness and regained you, then I fully realized that you are the attachment I can’t give up in this life, hand in hand with the world of mortals, you are the love I can’t wipe out in this life! I walked on the road of caring, and I didn’t know what kind of longing I had hidden? I didn’t know what kind of emotion I once had? I didn’t know how sad it was behind my seemingly strong smile! I hesitated alone. I didn’t know the starting point and the ending point. I was just looking back at the past at every site I cared about, watching my throbbing heart smile sadly and letting myself watch at every intersection with you, even though I am now, I will not often recall you, and regard thinking of you as a kind of wound, a kind of burning pain, but I am still looking forward to it without regret! Thinking of you, watching your fingers jumping alone on the keyboard, beating my flying attachment, letting my concerns surge in my heart, turning into ups and downs and lonely notes floating in the air, let my thoughts flow in the air, you occupy all my thoughts at this time, and let me have endless obstacles. Therefore, I turned my love for you into a flower flying all over the sky, shining in every corner of my life! Suddenly Looking back, I finally woke up: The wind is gone and the clouds are scattered, and what can’t dance is still the attachment to you in my heart. 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…

Mood text

Today is Valentine’s Day. The atmosphere on the street is really good. The gift on Valentine’s Day makes people dazzling. I took a rose from someone else, which makes people feel very strange. It’s very romantic at such an old age. In order to prescribe medicine for my mother, I went to the hospital and gave it to my mother in light rain. While I was walking in the small street, I felt the drizzle on the street was smooth and crisp, and the grass color looked near from a distance but there was nothing. Scenery. Passing by the park on the way, the rain fell on the grass, moist and silent. Negative ions and oxygen ions lined up to spread from the lawn to all sides. I took a deep breath and enjoyed the welfare given by the grass. I went back to my mother and saw her watching TV alone. I felt that she was very pitiful, but she made me feel very angry when she started to play. I helped her to do this all day long, I didn’t hear her saying a good word about that, but I was confused all day long, thinking that today this was gone and that was moved by someone, which made me confused, I had to go to work all day and had a rest occasionally. I prescribed medicine for her and paid the utilities. I had to listen to her endless nagging. I couldn’t stand it. Besides, I had to pay for my family, but she is almost 90 years old, and maybe she has cognitive impairment, but I can’t accept it, but I always get angry with her and argue with her. My sisters use various reasons, she didn’t come to relieve her boredom personally. She was afraid that she would pay too much for her old-age care. She thought that one monk carried water to drink, two monks carried water to drink, and three monks had no water to drink. I am annoyed by these common things. When I was annoyed by these common things, a group of disorganized words were grazing deep in my heart, so I went home quickly, typed these words in the computer, and combed my sensitive mood with a disordered word, A persistent dream. Those jumping words, like spring breeze lingering at my fingertips, like drizzle moistening my heart, as well as a gentle melody lingering in my heart, washing away my exhaustion. However, I met my sister again on the internet. She asked her mother, and I was so angry that I said to her, who was not raised by mother and mother? How old people are, why don’t you come to greet me in person and ask me to convey that it is useless to be unfilial when you are born and cry when you are dead? My mother is getting older and older year by year, and she doesn’t want to make the elderly happy, having a happy old age, but leaving her alone facing the TV, can she say that her daughters are filial? It was written that I was annoyed again. I did filial piety but was not recognized, which was also my helplessness. So open computer, Listening to the songs of grassland, I seemed to see my words like white sheep, leisurely and loose, and my pen and plate were like sheep whips in my hands. Blogs are like broad grasslands, which can accommodate these cheerful sheep. In this group of words, the sweetness of love and depression have become my motivation to make progress after being soaked in words, and the warm and touching things are also flowing in my words. Life has made me bound with words, so I will stick to it and make them beautiful in my life. Troubled me, I searched a few pictures in the computer, and they were so beautiful. The sun shone on the mountain and the mountain was yellow, and the shadow reflected in the lake was so beautiful, there is also a picture of chrysanthemum, the flower in bud is golden and blooming like a sunflower. I collect these beauties in my blog. Sometimes I turned it out and looked at it. It faded out and faded away. I was involved in the storm of annoyance again. That kind of helplessness, that kind of helplessness, that kind of regret, I really don’t know what my sisters think about in the aspect of old-age care, ask me, I will listen to my sisters to arrange, of course, work plans and personal summaries should be written at work, I still have to do some detailed work. I have to arrange what to eat today, what to wear tomorrow, and the hygiene should be cleaned. Many instant thoughts struggle and shout in the middle of my mind, looking forward to the miracle, struggling to dock. In the suffering, I felt tired and tired all day long, so I wanted to calm down and think about it. Common things are our living space. Sincerity, kindness, love and dreams grow in the soil of common things. In common things, we should learn to be grateful, grateful and grateful, and understand mother’s advice, you should share your sister’s troubles, be good at smiling at Flowers, be diligent in trying your heart, and be willing to get married with kindness. People are human beings. It is very difficult to get out of the silt like lotus flowers without being dyed. Maybe you have created beauty, but you are often watched by clowns. Maybe you have devoted your love, however, you are often alienated by the loved ones. Maybe you pursue the truth but fall into the void. Maybe you yearn for richness but go to plain, but this is exactly the charm of the secular world. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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. 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