Reading theater, proper

Looking through “the world’s words”, what can’t be forgotten is of course that period of great career and university question, which must go through three states: Last night, the West Wind withered green trees, and the tall buildings alone, looking forward to the end of the world, this first level is also. I will never regret the gradual broadening of my clothes, which makes people Haggard for Yixiao. This is also the second realm. Many people searched for him for thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light, which was the third state. I have heard the meaning of this sentence for a long time. Until today, I have watched the whole article, and only this paragraph is enough to add color to “the world’s words. With this paragraph, the other contents of this book are not so important. I have thought that not only those who have achieved great things in ancient and modern times, but also those who ask questions in universities must go through three levels, that is, to do something normally and grow up to be a useful person and a person who lives a good life, we must also go through these realms. How can a person find a suitable way to go forward without exploring and groping for something big or small, and succeed big or small? Without hard struggle and perseverance, how can overcome the frustrations have Harvest, without shanchongshuifu doubt no, how can there be Willowbank farming village? Realm is the central content of Ci Hua. From poetry to literature and social life, it can really make people feel the infinite connection of this world. Realm is more about personality and living than poetry. After reading several fables, some of them are unforgettable. Liu Ji in the Ming dynasty had an article named “King Chu hunting”, which said that King Chu led people to hunt and saw a lot of prey. Unexpectedly, he didn’t know where to shoot arrows. The Archers told him that he had to stare at one target and concentrate on it, it is possible to hunt. There was also “Yan Liben’s view of paintings” written by Qian Dazhao in Qing Dynasty. It was said that one year Yan Liben went to Jingzhou to see the murals of Zhang Sengyao in the Southern and Northern Dynasties. He thought it was a fake name for the first time, again said name was non-xu shi, day view, deserve its next, ten-day can’t go. There is also the peacock tail protection written by Niu Su in Tang Dynasty, which says that in order to protect its beautiful tail, the peacock is afraid of getting dirty when it rains and does not dare to run away, people who catch peacocks can grasp this habit of Peacock, and when it rains, they can grasp it. So on. These fables warn us today from different aspects how to do things, how to know things and how to grasp the size of life. Since ancient times, education has been an important part of cultural inheritance. Since Confucius and Mencius, the Royal Village has all taken the teaching of human character as the first priority. Poems and songs, folk songs and folk songs, fable stories, whether the spring snow or the Xialu people, deep or shallow, all have nothing more than one meaning, how to live to face this complicated society, how to experience the interest and taste of social life and life. Getting advice from the stories of ancient people and others’ experiences is the advantage of turning over books in leisure time rather than indulging in eating, drinking and having fun. I’m almost reading The Legend of Zhen Huan. This is the first time to watch such a long TV play. Here are the attraction of character performance, the excitement of ups and downs of plots, and various reflections of court politics, social economy and military culture. Naturally, if you read the story too much, you will lose the original intention of cultural entertainment; But if you just watch it for entertainment, it is too simple. Since ancient times, there have also been articles reflecting the world. Can the past, present and future be split? How can the royal civilians, cultural economy and national defense civilians not be closely linked?! In the palace, Zhen Huan changed from pure to chaotic, from kindness to scheming, from being killed to harming people. Isn’t it caused by the environment? What is human nature? It is evolution, improving the ability of survival from lessons, and finding ways to deal with the world that eats people. Life is cruel. Who says that human nature originally contains various possible cruel phenomena of fission? Leisure is always good. Looking at the books that haven’t been moved for a long time, listening to the music tracks found in QQ, I feel that my soul has been washed like a makeshita and leisure. The feeling of reading is always the same. I feel more and more things I don’t understand and more aspects I need to learn. Everyone has a different life on the same May Day festival. It is also like that everyone sees different things from the same book, a play and different scenery. Maybe this is the place where the world is rich and fascinating. Seeking common ground while reserving differences, harmony but difference, the sunshine always shines on the walking Road. Letter? You can try this. If so, no matter where you are, no matter whether the sky above you is rainy or exposed to the Sun, the warm spring breeze will blow in your heart and your eyes will be drunk. 2012 nian 5 yue 1 ri 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…

Dream

The night is still so quiet, and everything around is still so Wuji Zen. With charming flowers, she secretly showed her small head at night, just like a beautiful girl playing coquettish to the nature. However, it is this kind of atmosphere that makes people sleep in it. I came to a stream, and the sound of clear running water fell down, just like the fantasy in my heart, so real and idle. He took off his shoes and put his legs into the cold water. He couldn’t help feeling comfortable and peaceful. This feeling only came from the heart, without being arbitrary. Through the faint light, I looked at the grass beside the stream, which was full of the breath of spring. But spring has passed, and it is all my heart that is at fault. I feel the natural breath by listening to my eyes. It’s very thorough. Imagine that you are in an unmanned situation, running around with bare feet, even if there is no light and no end. I like the feeling of strolling in this world and the endless desire in my heart, which is just like a quiet time and so bright. Walking and walking, I lost it, surrounded by emptiness and nothingness, and there may be no loss. Under that dark corner, there seemed to be a little girl squatting on the ground, with her head and hands lying on her knees, as if she was crying. She didn’t dare to walk over to disturb her. The whole person stood there trembling. Unexpectedly, he couldn’t control himself. He felt suffocated. This feeling woke me up. I’m afraid it’s so cloudy. It is still the stream and the everlasting flowers and plants on the Earth, and the night is still so dark. Carrying my own shoes, The Cold Feet stepped on this piece of green wantonly, and the whole body was slightly cool. I stood up and prepared to leave. I wanted to go back to the place about youth, which was my memory for a long time. The whole tall building stands over there, as if you can touch the white moonlight at the top. The teaching building was in a burst of darkness. There was no catchy reading or noisy slapping. There was no one there, only I watched all this with a lazy attitude. Back to the previous class, there was a familiar name engraved on the desk of that old book, and nothing had changed. Sitting on that old wooden chair, lying on the desk and enjoying it quietly for a while, trying to retrieve the feeling of youth. I don’t know when I feel bitter in my mouth. That was the blend of tears. Finally, he couldn’t help crying loudly. There was Echo from far away, just like someone crying to the classroom next door. I haven’t had this feeling for a long time. I don’t know whether I am happy or sad. I like myself who is so sensational, which is better than the pain that some things are holding in my heart. Leaving that classroom, I slowly surrounded the whole teaching building and lit up all the lights. The shining light gave me the feeling of awakening and constantly enjoyed it. When the light shines on the whole floor, looking at this masterpiece, there is no one left. I couldn’t bear the depressing atmosphere in my heart. I couldn’t help feeling sad and filled my heart. My feelings were gone. Put away the mood in my heart, suddenly run desperately, Mission running. I want to leave this place and this desolate place. It will only bring more displeasure to myself. I only want happiness. I don’t know how long I have been running, maybe I am tired. Find a clean place and sit on the ground with fear in your face. This was another deserted place. It seemed that this society belonged to me. I began to fear and panic. Finally, I was scared to wake up by myself. It turned out that all this was just a dream. No one knows why this dream upset me. May be missing the past, may be afraid of loneliness. 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…

You happy?

But since I saw many rich people died of illness, I think health is the most important thing of happiness, such as jobs. Later, my view of happiness changed. In life, no one will be happier than anyone, and no one will have too much gain and loss pain than anyone. The key is to have a common heart, whether it is failure or success, people are all like that, you can’t get into the soil even if you are rich in wealth. Beggars are happy all their lives. You have to say, I just feel that I am not happy. The cost of living is high, and the pressure of being a person is great. The CCTV News said so well, however, I only experienced that the internet was so bad. I was very depressed, but I could do nothing to change it. The only thing in the world that can make you feel painful is your heart. The only thing in the world that can make you feel happy is your heart. If a reporter asked me that day: Are you happy? Or why are you happy? I think many people want to live a good life! I will answer the reporter with a smile: I am very happy! Why can’t I be happy? Although there are many people who live better than me in your eyes, this is not the reason to deprive me of my happiness. If someone else’s wealth status belongs to others, he will not give it to me. Why should I compare this kind of loss? Just try your best! If a reporter really asked me that day: Are you happy? I will tell him honestly, yes, thank you, I am very happy, and I am never afraid of others jumping into the queue! Ha ha, try to contribute to Taiyuan Evening News. My QQ is 1369119625. I look forward to joining the welcome editor. 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…

Red Dream

After listening again, I found that there were too many sorrows in this world. Reading those exciting sentences and looking at those cruel and hurt words, those who felt distressed had already lost their feelings. At that time, we were still young, looking forward to the future but never thinking about the thorns on the road. With beautiful yearning, we walked through the most gorgeous season of life together! Don’t worry about fallen leaves flying wool, geese go and return! Our happy footprints were left at the foot of the towering Mount Tai. The shaking laughter in the air was the most wonderful voice in the world! We missed the morning and evening, but we held the mellow beauty! The path you walked hand in hand still has happiness! I firmly believe that we have been going on happily and simply in this way. That kind of happiness and satisfaction are just like the flowers in summer, with fragrance overflowing! I thought that was forever! Even if you have drunk Mengbo soup, you will be recognized at the first sight in the vast sea of people in the next life! Beautiful things always fade away easily. Holding those happy photos and watching each other smiling like flowers, tears squeezed out of the eyes uncontrollably! I really didn’t want to cry, even didn’t blink my eyes, but I had no choice. If I closed my eyes, it would only be more rampant. I always knew that I would never be strong and live under your wings, I am used to relying on you and discussing everything with you to help me solve it. You are the most solid one to rely on. Such a thorough blow cannot be borne. You said I should learn to grow up, but what I should learn most is how to be selfish, how to forget you and how to get rid of the shackles in my heart. The key is in your place! Missed the flowers, no matter how beautiful the next season is, it will no longer be the same as the original one! Please tell me how to grow up, how to forget how to liberate myself? If you work harder, you can pick the star you have been longing for for for a long time! I just lost my wings on the road, and I can’t fly freely from now on! Sit and watch the flowers bloom and fade in the courtyard, whose love is cold, whose sincerity is indifferent,,, 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…

Rainy Night cloud

On a rainy night, what else can I hear except the sound of rain? Night, it is black. The rain is also black. Black, boundless, everything is surrounded by black. Here, not everyone can perceive the effect of his own behavior; At night, some components of the crowd begin to dissolve or dilute, melting the fishy smell of a little rain, floating, not the smell of flowers. Besides, there is no outline at all. Black, breathe in the way of wind, walking like shadow. Useful? Useless? Good? Loss in what? All the doubts spread along the meridians of the night with the color of the night. The sound of desire, the step of desire, harmonizes the ink paint in the vault. Ink paint, is the ink Paint Saving Light like black gold? However, there is no way to ignite. Therefore, black paint is still the original chaos. Let alone the darkness of night, it is the initial form of light. With it, the miweng smelt the hidden smell at night. I thought: how much capacity does Black have to absorb and save until it turns into a symbol and becomes a huge psychological hint, and people unconsciously sink into it. Black is not a kind of distribution of audio. How much energy can the resting light derive from it? Many atoms are not waiting for the moment of fusion, are they?! Black makes light light, or it is the background of light, or it is the mother of light, which has corresponding reasons. Black ink is brilliant. Wu Weng, began to lead his own thoughts. At this time, the light sleepless and deep sleepless people lost their hearing because their ears were soaked by the darkness of the night, and even closed the window lattice of illusion. Even though their lips and teeth are still creeping slightly, gnawing or biting. Sentences in old dreams cannot retrieve the corresponding stories and explain the blindness and hesitation of their behaviors. There is no connection, and there is still no connection. Just like the teapot, there are several cases, while the teacup is in the cabinet, the tea is still the new bud, the water is still the mountain spring flowing in the mountain stream, while the people who want to drink tea are in the fetters. They are different from each other in different spaces, such as scattered letters, which have not yet formed a syllable, becoming an image that may echo and can express a complete word meaning. If there is no change, we are just numb. If we can’t feel the pain, we are just in a painful state all the time. I tried to breathe as usual, black, which is a kind of sound absorption device. Even if my Chinese wandered through it, I could touch the expressions of vibration and black in the night, it can perceive the overflow of some substances, but it cannot approach its boundary. Although there is no overturn, there is no annihilation, silence and sound, both have the first opening or closing, or stand far or near in the subjective domain of people, but in daily life, demonstrate my behavior in the form of light. It can’t be said that the night is blocked, otherwise, how can many objects start people’s thinking and make accurate judgment on the upcoming reality! Mixed images and messy light and shadow are making plays of night rain. Everyone, every awake person, every person, no matter in peace or embarrassment, is collected by the broad plot, creeping along the details, and also thriller in suspense. Even if you can’t see each other’s faces. However, they are still mutually resisting each other, avoiding getting close to each other’s bodies. Even use the ink of the night as a barrier to avoid the coagulation of one’s breath and others’ breath, and avoid disturbing each other with the pounding of heart. Will there be any form of reduction? The original paper is stacked, and all the pictograph, understanding and imitation will be restored to the original again, and no other meanings will be generated. The sun is the Sun, the moon is the moon; The mountain is the mountain, and the water is the water. Soil is soil, and land is land. I can’t see the shape of the rain, but it hides well, and it is even everywhere. If so, Wu Weng also dispersed the voice. I don’t know, which one can hear clearly the words mixed in the night and in the rain? Only with the stain of rain, who can distinguish what is the component of sound. A split flash of electricity tore the mottled night. Wu Weng, with a glimpse of his eyes, don’t paint the night deliberately. In fact, any retelling or annotation of it is only a trick of skin and watch, but not as good as flesh and bone. Therefore, many experiences have been tampered with, mute, and lost the lips of appeal. The pale paper, the infiltrated ink, and all the things I heard and witnessed were not loyal to the reality. The real situation, however, is between heaven and earth. Everything follows the physics, rebelling against human desire, forming a lasting weak confrontation. What’s more, the words which were intended to be immortal were engraved on the stone and dismembed, leaving incomplete strokes, moaning or crying. As for what is being deleted at night, what is being added, and whether there is any trace of it, anyway, I have been completely passive. Even if it is not a machine, you can use the fault as the reason to get the rest time when completing the instruction. The water of the soup, the flow of the soup, and the unfinished leaves were taken off by the wind, choked in it. But sometimes, Shiran: that leaf is the shadow of the heart, otherwise, why does it take the heart as its shape? Embarrassed, embarrassed, aggressive. Have you ever damaged the order of the night? Have you ever changed the density of the night? At this moment, the Thunder burst and the light dazzled, shaping the black in the shape of fear. A few days ago, the air did not flow, and it gathered in the heat and did not disperse. I wanted to steam people and stew people until it fades. The mess that could not be picked up can only be figured out after the rain of Hou touched. After all, there are loose cracks in the night, and green buds can also grow, collecting the light of his day to eliminate the darkness. The rain in summer does not need to be brewed or promoted for a long time. After a long time of Yu Qingjiu, he suddenly fell apart, which was in line with people’s subjectivity. According to people’s expectation, he was crackling and knocking just like the words of Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty, calling on the sleepy soul. If so, the sudden rain in summer will always drench some people without cover. It can’t be said that the thickness of the night, the figure of the appointment is enough to pass through. The hidden night elephant connects with the drops left in the memory and fights with each other. If so, outside the sound, outside the bright elephant, a kind of dark matter, with rays outside the consciousness, hosts the depth of the night and indicates the direction of the listener’s thinking. The night fire, which is easy to be ignored, sinks in the new of Xu Xu, and turns into the illness that is easy to be felt. However, the wounds that were not alive still hurt secretly. A pair of wings flying from the thought engine rushed to the predetermined light, but it was dissolved by the night soon after passing. The waiting encounter will never happen. And the glitter of the stars hanging on the various ways of the night was washed away by the rain. However, the stream of soup that cannot be filled, supplemented by other forms, fills all corners of the night. It seemed that it was not clear about the knowledge of the nature of returning to the Soviet Union. What posture would it take to appear in the following day’s impressiveness. At that time, the weak voice connected the ambiguity and muddling between Tianyang. On the other side, there seems to be a spear of confrontation. For a fresh order. All life seems to lose profound intellectuality. And the dormant seeds, bitter and other opportunities for germination. The concept of losing packaging and having no new ideas is still sticking to the original essence. It is just in the inconspicuous and vanished with some relics. The unfamiliar face, with a familiar smile, conveyed Yi Xie. However, the familiar face shows a kind of embarrassment to avoid, and there is no way to help. How can we deal with arbitrary theories? Because he spoke with gunshots. The voice that cannot be understood is overflowing. The faded color has been like the old rubbings, which are gloomy, cloudy and astringent, losing the most basic elements of life, and narrating the most primitive vicissitudes with different grammar. However, all the actors and actresses have escaped from the bondage of the plot and performed the joy and sorrow that had nothing to do with themselves. They became the freest elements, discarding props and masks. Looking back, looking back for a long time, there is no complete plot, which is shrouded in a decadent climate. How to reach the other shore with stumbling steps. Ah! Are there any clear eyes? Are there any ears that have never lost hearing? In the night, the shadow of the fall finally drowned in the darkness of the night. And the soul, which was covered with a layer of clothes, also sang with a faint breath, mixed with mist to the silent and colorless low song at night. Similar colors, dissimilar states, similar states, dissimilar colors, never tell the most secret things. Scattered sentences seem to lose the restraint of grammar, with the breath of the disabled and coughing. The intention of losing was to escape before the curtain call. The sad flowers blossomed, and suddenly thanks. This does not mean what changes will happen in the days. The constant mind upholds the will in obligations and responsibilities. The establishment of Mongols is the gaokang of the night. Thunder rang, rolling and approaching, suddenly, empty and lost. Call with signs. In the daytime, organized singing eulogizes the non-religious religion with empty voice. The flowing red cannot hide the bloody violence. In the high-pitched, the revived hero, in the form of background, floats and plays tricks on people’s mind. Ignorant people, sing, drum their cheeks with their vital capacity, and sacrifice with their inflated lips. Wu Weng, from their expressions, heard their most real heartbeat. Wu Weng, slightly close to the eye, false to imagine. The performance is not the end, but the end. From the actors’ expressions that had not been removed together with makeup, they clearly perceived that their hearts were still continuing the story. They are still living in the plot, and they are still bearing the pain and sadness of some characters. People whose consciousness is raped are numb, which is the same as the props of drama, but only foil the so-called vanity. It is tedious, just the flowers collected, which are confused and confused, but not the way forward, leading people to the real and simple spring. If so, when tired singers are silent and speechless, their greatest harvest is the emptiness of spirit. Hungry, but no real food; Thirsty, but no pouring of Clear Spring. This is an era without idols. People are just humiliated by rights and money and become their slaves and captives. People are constantly losing their authenticity and becoming machines. While Idol is just an uncertain suspended Phantom, not a spiritual extraditor. The new superstition stole the enthusiasm of idealists, and also won the enthusiasm of opportunists. The ancient idols kept peeling off in people’s minds, and their slight ideologies were also depressed one after another. It is just like special effects in myth, and will not inspire people’s life too much. People begin to lose their reading eyes. It seems that all the papers are no longer bearing history, but only some colorful colors. The rain was louder. After the flash of electricity, the loud thunder was buried in the dense night. Yes, at night, isn’t it a huge tomb? 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…

Men and women fun talk

The world is rich and colorful because of the existence of men and women, which naturally leads to many interesting talks. Some people say that men are created by God according to the needs of the world; Women are created by God according to the needs of men. This is wrong. It should be created according to human needs. Men’s strength accounts for seven points, while women’s strength only accounts for three points. Men are handsome, while women are beautiful. A real man is masculine, and a real woman is a breeze blowing Willow. Men love face, while women pay special attention to reputation. When a man is desperate, he says in his heart: I must live on! When a woman is desperate, she laments in her heart: Oh my God, how can I live? Men are most afraid of being asked how much is their annual salary? Women are most afraid of being asked this year’s guigeng? For appearance, men are most afraid of being short; Women are most afraid of being fat. Men and women most classic distinction of men and women first bed prohibitively difficult, after increasingly easy. Women and men first bed than eating chat also easy to, after it is getting harder. Men are dreaming of marrying beautiful women all over the world, while women are dreaming of buying gorgeous clothes all over the world. Men give their love and energy to their wives, children and lovers, while women give their love and energy to their husbands, children and parents. Men look at women with their eyes, while women think of men with their sincerity. Therefore, men can’t stand the temptation of women most; Women are most likely to hurt men’s hearts. Men are interested in women, to be exact, beautiful women. What women are interested in is love, to be exact, sweet love. Men love to lie, while women love to play coquetry. Interestingly, women who are too beautiful and capable make men lose their desire, and they also have the psychology of timidity. A man who is too rich and handsome makes a woman feel insecure; She is scared all day long. Men are single because they can’t find a woman they like, while women are single because they can’t find a satisfied man. Men like to talk about other people’s wives, while women like to talk about their husbands. The way to attract a man is to make him feel itchy all the time. The way to attract a woman is to make her happy and satisfied all the time. A good woman thinks that the best way to repay a man is to protect himself for him, while a good man thinks that the way to repay a woman is to give him a lot of money. Men live in reality, while women live in memories. Men love wine, women love flowers. Men like the competition on the green grass of the sports channel, while women like the rolling love of the world of mortals in the emotional theater. When you see the interest, men will shout loudly. Seeing the sad place, women will burst into tears. What is more interesting is that: men dress up as women’s clothing, which is disgusting; They are called ugly and hypocritical. Women dress up as men, but they are handsome; They are called women who don’t let men. Most male colleagues don’t accept it and think it disgusting. Almost all lesbians sympathize and understand, and think it’s OK. This is why? Isn’t the nature the same? I really don’t understand! In my opinion, it is still feminine and pleasing! However, both men and women should love each other gently, otherwise, if they lack gentleness, they cannot love each other! You are tired of talking a lot, aren’t you? Hee hee, don’t yawn! Let’s bless men and women: Be happy! 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. 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…

Mood suiyu

I get up lazily almost every day. My mood is inexplicably heavy and heavy. I have no hope for life and no longer keep the so-called belief. I am always influenced by a lonely and bitter mood, after that, I will think about problems and treat life very sadly or Sadly. I don’t know how long the symptoms of autism last or how long it will last. But it is very strange that whenever I open the door of the office, these feelings will disappear instantly when I start to be busy with work trifles. Yes, even I can’t tell what kind of phenomenon it is. In short, it is like living in a divided world. Maybe everyone is a loyal contradiction, but this point is more prominent in my performance, and I will feel very inferior, so that I lose confidence and patience in life and life, surrounded by a kind of extremely lonely loneliness, feeling the nothingness given by life will also be super optimistic, enjoying the unbridled gains from friends to the fullest, and being happy to forget that you were still depressed the second before, it is hard to imagine that this second is extremely happy and sentimentally attached to life. It is not worthwhile to have nothing, including sufferings and pleasures. I often want to set a goal for myself and make myself close to a meaningful life as much as possible. It is very funny, they are always aborted in thinking, and then they are at a loss or calm. The only thing that appears is an attitude, a view towards life and life. I overestimated my own strength and ignored the power of time. I thought that what I could put down would become clearer in the limitless time. I thought that I would get involved in the disappearing space with the years forever. No one is born to be an angel, but he turns himself into a devil. I really don’t like that I am always too melodramatic when dealing with some things, such as love. I can’t say whether I believe it or not. I just got hurt when I used to believe it. I heard it again when I didn’t believe it. Later, sometimes I believe and sometimes I deny. The scope of activities is very small, so I seldom face problems that need to be decided. Sometimes I miss a certain feeling and suddenly come up with an impulsive idea, but when I think of the wounds I have suffered, the obstacles I may face, and the ending I don’t want, I feel timid. This kind of love is not allowed by myself, so I stopped and dared not to come forward. In the end, I still like to face these with plain mood. Even on blind dates, my mood can always remain calm, among which there are many intimate friends. Maybe for a long time in the past, I paid too much attention to love and asked too much for it, which seriously affected my attitude towards life, as a result, I am unhappy and even severely autistic. However, I always treat every destined person around me with great care, including friends, colleagues and relatives, because the happiness that love lacks is praying for compensation from these people, they are very guilty, so they decide to rebalance the relationship between them. It is spring and April in a flash, and the warm air shows the enthusiasm of summer. I like it very much. Stretch out my hand and borrow a ray of sunshine to drive away some gloom in my heart more or less, the other side of self-abasement is the understandable confidence. I believe that I will be strong enough in a certain period of low tide in my life, and gradually grow up or become more mature in a certain period of unsatisfactory days. 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 a piece of brocade, and time is a pair of scissors

Suddenly I was very tired and slept by the window. The bitterness and happiness are flourishing and leisurely, with a flick of a finger. After experiencing the vicissitudes of the secular world, I suddenly look back; The tired mood is like a lullaby, shaking the swaddling fingertips. Life should really be a song, singing classic melody. Life should be more a poem, expressing emotion with a touch of touch. Life should also be a vibrant River; It is dotted with the unique scenery of nine twists and Eighteen Bends on both sides. Life is a beautiful brocade; The fleeting time is a pair of scissors, cutting out our same makeup. Why do you suddenly want to sleep? Just because my heart is very tired. Happiness, sadness, happiness and pain are mixed together and turned into a hand, tightly grasping the swinging hope in the storm. The charming mind curled up into a flower demon, sitting quietly and murmured to practice the perfection of the light fairy. The elegant and harmonious mood seemed to be like the Buddhist dust in the hands of the Taoist priest, waving 36,000 silk threads; Releasing the cloud and smoke years like the river running. The splendid and low-key life is decorated with lines and paragraphs of your lovesickness. The turntable of memory is engraved with your shining name which will never fall down. The sweet green vines are lingering, looking forward to not meeting at the edge of time. Life Garden, who holds a pair of years scissors? Cut down the melancholy hair and sparse eyebrows. Whether it was careless or casual, the brow and the corner of the eye were involved; The scars were cut one after another. Pick up those fine oval and smooth pebbles along the riverside of the years and arrange them into shiny and warm lines of poetry. The shell hanging in your ears melodious sounds of your intoxicating nature, with the rising and falling sea water cadence. Your voice will never be hoarse or fade away. The sound of waves and red leaves came one after another, leaving the Love I wrote down with infatuation on the beach. Hold back the sound of crying, and the eyes which cast into the distance are already misty. A piece of brocade, a cut; A river, a bend; A bridge, a Oar; A sad piano, a sad word of lovesickness; A mountain, a peak, a thousand peaks, one cloud, one rain, ten thousand years. A flower brilliant spring-summer, leaf withered autumn and winter. How to endure the cutting of years in a splendid life? I have lost my weight in the bright moon, and I have lost my weight in the annual rings. As time goes by, the waterways are winding; How much wandering and tired? On the shore of the broken bridge Lake, the flying oars swing the clouds; Pursue the eyes of the Lotus Fairy. The left hand gently fondles the sad string, and the right hand lightly touches the lovesickness and resentment words. Four Seasons, clouds and rain peaks, love you for 10,000 years! Sweep away the gloomy gray dust, and the writing style of thinking suddenly turns back; Condense the distance, the Big Dipper of hope is brilliant and dazzling. The loss, regret, depression, sadness and sorrow will be driven to the corner with fear trembling. Immersed in the vast ocean mind, I stood on tiptoe and stepped on the edge of the worn years to touch the beautiful blue sky. The brilliance of self-confidence shines out of the gloomy and colorful, a graceful and elegant ending. A chapter of life brocade, years scissors cut out the fat dark paragraph; Suddenly enlightened comprehension edited into a book, the light wine, the green tea, the indifferent mood; Is the cover of my half a beautiful and comfortable life. It is easy to write and write about purple Moshi, and stay away from the hustle and bustle of chariots and horses; Live alone in a Book House, and drive the words like picking flowers and leaves; Drive my romantic, fresh and icy thoughts, and enjoy the happy and unrestrained life in. Life is a piece of brocade, beautiful and luxurious. Time is a pair of scissors, why are you afraid? 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…

qi yue

July is a time full of nostalgia and burning passion. Those lost youth slipped slowly through the fingers like running water. Gentle but with a little cold, soft as a dream, cold as snow. In July, the hot sun was burning on the Earth, and the labors were still working hard. When facing these, they suddenly felt sympathy and sadness. Some people always don’t understand, can’t forget, can’t see or wear, cut constantly. Always wandering between reality and vanity, can’t see the reality clearly, can’t walk out of vanity. Messy but clear memories take root in the space of thoughts, and don’t forget each other! Life is like a chess game. The road you have traveled can’t be turned back. The scenery you have seen can only be recorded in your heart. You can’t erase it, forget it, see it, or reach it! Hiding in the corner of the study, sitting quietly, thinking nothing like that, but always thinking. Thoughts drift into the distance in the dark night, or in the clouds. Some people say that time can dilute everything, friendship, family affection and everything. In the long dark night, a person is floating, unable to distinguish the direction. Suddenly I felt a kind of loneliness. My former friends had not contacted for a long time. It was not that I didn’t want to contact but just wanted to escape from a realistic topic. Every time I look through those familiar calls and those calls that can be directly dialed out without looking, I find that we have already gone far. Sometimes it will become so strange, incomprehensible and incomprehensible, and it seems that it can never find the innocent era of the past. The time of one year sounds very long, but the journey is so short, just like yesterday. If time could turn back, all kinds of absurd measures yesterday. Regret is useless. A kind of weakness. In one word, I just want to go back to the original point, but I don’t want to fall deep. I hurt you, me, my memory and my dream. Because I understand, I never complain. But whenever it is late at night, there is a tranquil atmosphere in the air, and you will always see the happiness and happiness together in the past, but it is the pure past. In fact, everyone has everyone’s pursuit and direction. I yearn for a free life. I want to see the blue sky and white clouds. I want to step on every ancient town and mountain and see the vast sea, blowing the sea breeze and strolling on the beach, watching the sunset are all my wishes. Years old, people empty thin, magic, confidant a few people? Send the slight sorrow to the bright moon, silent but louder, gently say: everything is fine 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…