This is you?

There was a woman who looked more calm and boiling like boiling water in her head. She seemed to be very lonely, although she never said. She likes to know about Constellation, only her own constellation, Aquarian, and often watches it, although there is nothing new. But I am very lucky that I am a person of this constellation and feel that I am lucky, haha. She was not smart, had no advantages, and was not as sensitive as described in the constellation book. It could be said that she had a sense of afterknowledge and even a little white eyes. She handled everything in the most stupid way, so she ended up in a mess. So do you think she is a little cute? I don’t think so, because her ordinary expression is expressionless, and ordinary people will not approach her, but when she talks, her mouth and eyebrows are full of gentle smile, it’s just that she is too hot…. She was very strange. She didn’t like being too close to others. Even if she was in the crowd, she would still keep some space for herself and watch them happy or lost. She almost isolated everyone, especially men, but it was not because she didn’t like it or was hurt, but the best way to ensure that she didn’t get hurt. Although there are some regrets in my heart, I am very rational. She is not used to hugging and holding hands with others, and even she is the best sister. She prefers antique things, ancient architectural styles and ancient songs, because there is a long or short story behind them, and she likes stories. But she hates history. It seemed that she seldom spoke and was less angry and lazy, but she attributed it to the deficiency of both qi and blood. I only like to think about myself in some corner. Sometimes it will be a little crazy. For example, a person secretly takes a train to an ancient town which is far away but has been longing for a long time. Then if you ask her out, she will refuse. She didn’t know it before, and it was several times in a row, you feel strange. When she told you about this trip after she came back, you felt a little unimaginable, and maybe you were shocked. It’s the first time to go far away, to a strange place beyond 18,000 miles away. Maybe you are confused, how dare she go alone? And nobody knows. Isn’t she afraid of meeting bad people or other difficulties and unable to come back? She even felt that her behavior was too rebellious and willful this time. Then take the opportunity to educate her and show her maturity. But she hated people’s comments on her travel intervention, using the topic to play or scolding her for not knowing anything. She thought it was her own freedom and had nothing to do with anyone. She didn’t need others to criticize her, because she knows what she is doing!!! Sometimes she will suddenly give up some people or things when you seem inexplicable. She likes buying books and magazines, knowing that one day she sold all the magazines and books (only one or two books left) to the people in the book stall, she felt that they were much empty, because once again she cleared some unnecessary rubbish, she would clean it up at an irregular time, including her own cat litter. And this depends on your mood. Because she is too lazy sometimes even too lazy to take a bath, wash clothes or eat, how can there be such a person? She doesn’t know how to refuse, so don’t ignore her weak protest. Although she finally depends on you, maybe you think you are already a good and good friend with her after a long time, but she felt that she was so depressed that you ignored her feelings and only insisted that you were right. At the end of the day, you asked her what advice or something else, she responded lazily or didn’t respond. You don’t think she is as lively as you first knew her, but you don’t seem to care much about her. You may take care of her materially,, this is not what she wants. So I suddenly broke contact with you, and you may be a little confused. She is very easy to get along with, gentle and polite. Sometimes she may be naughty, but she seldom disputes with others. Generally, it makes people feel indifferent and turn around and leave. She feels very tired, even a little tired, she also felt tired for that person. In her opinion, quarreling was a waste of time and energy. She didn’t want to waste her time on things that were not important. Besides, the other person was not important. It was better to go back to sleep and sleep. Maybe it will make some people think she is easy to bully and spread her criticism behind her…. But she lived her own life as usual, but occasionally she fought back, because she was a little boring …… she was impatient, at first, I might think it’s OK for her to spend more time waiting for you for one or two hours or even several hours. After a long time, I find that you are still wasting her time. So for you to date her in the future, if she can avoid it, she can’t avoid it. If she makes an appointment, and if you are late, she will not hesitate to explain, even wait for you to come or wait for you to turn around and leave, without saying a word, you don’t turn back any way you call or apologize. It may seem heartless without waiting for a second. She was afraid of the sun, but she didn’t like to wear an umbrella, but like to get wet in the rain. She even wanted to get wet in a rainstorm, but she didn’t dare. I’m afraid that people will say it’s crazy, haha. However, she looks very comfortable and leisurely when she gets wet in the rain. She likes a casual life, though it doesn’t matter, she also lives in this way all the time. She is used to sleeping late, getting used to loneliness and even a little fond of loneliness, and likes this feeling. She only lives in the way she likes. It is useless for her to be criticized by others. Even though there are many voices of opposition, thinking that she is very willful to do so, what’s the matter? Don’t you allow me to be at ease because of your uncomfortable life? Ha ha, she is also a very paranoid person. She doesn’t like cheating, but she always lies to you, and actually lets you know that she is lying. If you ask her, she will be weak and stubborn. Why did she lie? Because she didn’t want to answer your question or agreed that others couldn’t say it, and you insisted on asking all the time, so you could only get this result. She often cried, and I didn’t know why, because even she herself didn’t know. There is almost no advantage in her, but this is the complete herself. 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…

Fall in Love with Love

In this similar cold night. All the cold wind blew through my black outer shirt and hit my skin. The coolness emitted from the bones at that moment. I couldn’t help being shocked. At that moment, I thought of our love. Is it the humbleness in others’ eyes? Is it hard to get in my heart? Or is it an optional accessory for you? I suddenly remembered that hot and dry 3:30 pm. I stood in the old corridor and looked down at your face. Xu Zhimo said: the most gentle one who lowered his head was like a lotus flower, which was not as shy as the cool wind. So I was so eager that you could raise your head and see me standing stubbornly at the gate of another class. I saw your lighter flashing his Sparks under the emerald leaves. Leaves puff and smoke. Make a sizzling sound. It seems like our love, with faint light shining in our memory. And I stood in the sky and night stubbornly guarding this weak love. What is consistent with my conjecture is that you never raise your head and see me who is not me any more, and the shyness which is full of cool wind is finally out of luck with me. At 7 o’clock in this bleak night. I looked at the outside sky filled with gray and black edges, dizzy on the blue bottom, dyed into a desolate world. So under this infinitely sad sky. I lay on the fence and looked at the tomb not far away. At that moment, I suddenly saw the epitome of my happiness on the black paper on the bus through the mirror of time. At that time, we promised to go to the end of the world, and promised to keep the white head from each other. But the promise at that time is now like a small weapon. It flashed white light in this moonless 7-point zero 5 points, fiercely wan zhe my chest. The heart with a complete surface but already ridged with holes is painful, twisted and bloody. It is jumping in front of my eyes, beating with its limited life.. In that time gap, I bound our love with dying struggle. It is impossible to be happy to fall in love! Whether I love you or love has nothing to do with you has different meanings, whether there is that kind of blue and white sky standing under the prosperous metasequoia tree, looking up at the gap between leaves, it gives you an illusion within your reach. I thought I loved you. But what I love is only our love. Bamboo on. You have never noticed the trace of that youth, even though it was repeated with you. And I also kept this little lovesickness secretly lucky in time. But what does it really exist? Is little monster. M sand. Love or our Love with no ending? They said: When you are happy, you will cry. Therefore, I stood under the green bamboo leaves with my head leaning against the slender bamboo pole and wept happily. It is said in the records of the museum that Emperor Shun died after touring south to Cangwu. His two concubines cried between Jiangxiang, and tears poured on the bamboo. From then on, there were spots on the bamboo pole. If my tears drop beside your name engraved on the bamboo pole, dye a tiny spot there. After a long time, do you have my tears hidden in your heart? I once thought so naive. But now I am resting on this cold bamboo pole, but I only hope that I can cry quietly. Xu Zhimo said: I love about that love, just like about that autumn rain. When the orange is yellow, the rain falls silently. Who opened the curtain and opened the window again, a layer of autumn rain, A layer of cold Oh. Love can be described as one or two. Finally, in this silent night, I told myself quietly: I love our love. And I don’t love you. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

The whole summer

After days of drought, I didn’t expect that the rain would be one after another after autumn. Too much rain diluted the drought and the temperature in the air, and also calmed down the fidgety and busy crowd. Nature is also the air conditioner of the soul, which adjusts the seasonal changes of a person’s soul inadvertently. The whole summer is busy, just like the riverbed evaporated and dried by the heat. Even without the moisture and flow of water, it has the gentleness and touch of the wind, and these are the epitome behind the busyness. In another way, the wind told me the trace I had passed. It was not necessarily that my steps could be seen after the rain, or that I could clearly carry my footprints, but I can carve a windy mark in my heart in another way, which makes me remember the heat, anxiety and even pain of a season! What a quiet moment midnight is. There are twinkling stars in the dark sky. The night sky just washed, these stars are more bright and shining, and these are all unknown to many sleeping people. The colorful day always makes one ignore the gloss of the night, just like the simplicity and tranquility after Prosperity and decay, they return from complex taste to single, but they are like intoxicated wind, which can calm and wait for the soul, making the night of the soul as quiet as the washed night sky and carrying light. The whole summer may be spent like this. I remember the heat and dryness of every night, the story brought by the wind from distant places every night, and the occasional lightning tearing a corner of the night, I know it must be somewhere I don’t know, and the people I know are hurting, and your pain is as shocking as lightning in the dark night in my heart, which makes me sleepless again… when a summer goes far away, I pick up my withered ones, in fact, I know that those are what I have to bear. The difference of each of them tells me the same final meaning: life does not have the same superposition, life is even less likely to have the same repetition, if it is the same, it is also our temporary A kind of self-comfort or self-paralysis that you are willing to do. Walking out from this summer, I seem to see the smile of another season. This smile is sometimes an expression when you are sleeping. It opens a door at the entrance of the season, with hope, with the harvest and fruits that can only be achieved after walking, let us smile at the same time, dormant in another season, and then like hibernating animals, waiting for the coming of spring in the long winter, maybe this is just a constraint for me to give this smile, or you will give it another freedom, but those who have escaped from my sight… throughout the summer, I felt that I was a blind man walking in the daytime, and used the warmth of the night to transition the color and illusion of the daytime. Give yourself a river that can go backwards. As you know, when I go backwards along the river, time will leave me the most unforgettable reflection of this season in the water! 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…

Tree lived white crescent

Mr. Shi Zhangming, who was far away from Tianjin, left me a message in the mailbox, recommending a new song, “inch of grass heart”, which was free. Baidu came out and listened quickly first. Don’t ask my home, whether it is in the end of the world, I know there are azaleas in the mountains; Don’t ask my home, whether there is myth, I know there are white crescent moon on the tree. Once you enter the atmosphere of music, you can’t help feeling in your heart, like a mountain spring, gurgling; This is a very natural expression of emotion, it is also the release of some kind of emotion accumulated in the soul that bursts out instantly. With the ups and downs of music, the splendid country scenes slowly unfolded in front of my eyes; No matter the smoke floating in the morning light or the ink landscape under the night, it was hard to describe the amorous feelings in my heart, without deliberate touch, you can suck out the thousands of tastes of tapping the soul. When people live in other places, the yearning for hometown or hometown will only increase day by day; Some scenes, characters, or fragments of life and human feelings will be enlarged gradually in some opportunities, make yourself sigh, unconsciously look at the direction of the long road, and even, there will be a lot of lingering loneliness and loneliness; Such loneliness and loneliness, it will not become shallow or unnecessary because of the flashing lights and splendid prosperity of the city. On the contrary, it will become heavy and irresistible because of the neon lights and wine-green lights of some cities. I believe that all the men and women living in other places now will have a picture of their homes that will not be changed easily in their hearts. The red flowers and green trees in the picture, the lights and the smoke from the kitchen, and the voices are faint, he would stir sensitive heartstrings from time to time. Although people were far away, they couldn’t give up the yearning, expectation and even tangled anxiety in their hearts. As far as I am concerned, it takes more than ten years to leave the familiar land and squeeze into the edge of the city to make a living; More than ten years have carved a migration track in my heart, thoughts are always floating between the old family and the city, with some helplessness and a little loss. Naturally, there are also many brand-new perceptions and feelings about life. However, those lives and human relationships that I am familiar with will become lively from time to time, stirring up my heart. The surprisingly uncomfortable and tangled feelings also add more thoughts to my restless thoughts, there are more feelings, more sentimental feelings of looking back, more mixed feelings of hope and disappointment. In this state of mind, many words have been written to explain this kind of emotion. The simple accent and nostalgia flowing in the emotion cannot be said to be touching everywhere, but it can definitely make the readers feel the various situations of people in a foreign land, no matter the real life or the precipitation of thoughts, there will be some local complex, some worldly customs that cannot be abandoned are indispensable; In these local complex and worldly customs, including the graves of ancestors, the life journey of parents, the Four Seasons painted by one side of the landscape in the bottom of the heart, even, the plum blossom in the corner of the wall, the bamboo shadow in front of the door and the green mountains behind the house will not be less; In a word, those ordinary and simple pictures have been engraved in the heart, and this life will not be obliterated; those scenes that won’t be blurred are full of lingering charm in the heart from beginning to end; And no matter how dilapidated it will be, how unremarkable it will be, how uncaring or sniffing it will be. The longer you leave, the farther you go, the clearer everything about home and home will be in your heart. Therefore, azaleas, white crescent moon, rivers, light the torches in the night sky, it will be a kind of sustenance in the heart, a kind of symbol, and a kind of constant concern of giving up; The eyes behind me, year after year, are staring at the long figure and walking on a long road;, looking back, things are different from each other, which makes people feel guilty and sad that is hard to let go. However, how can we turn back on this long road? Life is a long road, a trudge that cannot be stopped. Such a mood and such a sigh can only be recalled slowly, chewed slowly, and then rumored slowly at some time, all those unforgettable, or heartbreaking, can only bear it alone. A small straw heart makes my dreams burst into tears. Singing, it is such a complicated mood. 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…

Libra, I gently lift your veil

It is said that Libra is basically a very painful person. They always look energetic and happy on the surface, but they are always sad when there is no one. Libra will always be enveloped by an inexplicable sadness, and they will not let others find it. Librans are very afraid of being hurt or abandoned, and they are also afraid of bringing harm and unhappiness to others. They can only stand by themselves. Therefore, Libra is neurotic, mentally fragile, and easy to be sentimental. The topic is recorded on the internet. In fact, Libra also has the time of sunshine and happiness, as well as the time of being happy with a small thing or a sentence; But it can only be kept for a short time. The next minute when you turn around, your mood will suddenly cool down to freezing point inexplicably; It will make you impossible to prevent, and I don’t know which word is wrong again? You don’t have to care about it, because the people in the Libra are like this; They always feel sad for a certain scene or a certain thing without any reason. Sometimes the depressed mood lasted for a week, even she herself couldn’t figure out what it was? Suddenly I didn’t want to go out to meet anyone, and suddenly I didn’t want to talk; Suddenly I didn’t have any interest in anything. Loneliness and loneliness are always inseparable with her, bringing her infinite sorrow and melancholy. You said she was so depressed that she should go to see a psychologist. Ha ha, she smiled softly and didn’t say anything; However, I can assure you that you will lose such a friend from now on. Because you really don’t know her, what kind of psychologist? That is just a toy castle for her. The real Libra is clearer than anyone else when he is sober, and even the so-called psychologists cannot argue with her. Those so-called inspirational sayings, good theories and principles of life in her eyes, at best, were just indifferent ears. Therefore, don’t say these words to the Libra; If you insist on your own opinion, it will only make her feel unlimitedly disgusted; Although she knows that your original intention is good. Born neurotic, stubborn and narcissistic; Loyal to love and friendship. She had a weakness, which was that she couldn’t distinguish the relationship between love and friendship; So she often struggled for this pain. She didn’t want to lose friendship, let alone love. She always tried every means to make a bowl of water even. It is not easy for a Libra to fall in love with someone. Once he falls in love, he will fall in love soon. That infatuation and persistence will let you witness what is the shaking city! The Librans are so romantic that they are commented as unrealistic and unreal by those so-called normal people. Yes, there is nothing wrong with the reality! Is romance wrong? Did you break the law? Did you insult you? No? Since there is no one, what does your expression mean? Hey! I am really lazy to argue with you! The so-called different ways are the same! Libra speechless! Librans are innocent and hate false politeness. She never says what she can’t do. If she agrees to you, she will definitely do it. She is extreme sometimes, but her heart is absolutely kind. Although the words are a little blunt, it is 100% sincere to treat friends. Her biggest characteristic is sadness and depression, a piece of landing maple leaves, a withered flower; A word or a look in her eyes will make her sad infinitely. Some people say, is it too lonely? Have you left the world for too long? Should we get along with people in reality? However, how do you know? The more crowded the place was, the more lonely she felt, which only increased her troubles. Loneliness and loneliness all lie in the heart, which should have little to do with the environment. Positive attitude! Positive attitude! Indifferent calm! And how many people in the world can put their minds right? Do indifferent calm? Gently lift a corner of the invisible veil of the Libra, and gently dissect her inner world. Is there some smell of dragonfly water? Do you still have the taste of looking at flowers in the fog? I am ashamed that I missed your time; I am tired of your eyes. Don’t forget! I am not satisfied with a bottle, half of the bottle is swaying; After a long time of chattering, I don’t know what I am talking about? Occasionally, I raised my head and saw the green autumn in the South outside the window; Suddenly a touch of emotion came to my heart, and I really wanted to embrace the person I loved most in my heart; light the two wet lips gently and gently. Look, the Libra begins to sigh with emotion again. Hey! There is no way, the Libra is so sentimental! I lead the true me romantic I personality I infatuated I loyal I melancholy I sad I have a lot of shortcomings, I am me; A real Libra. 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…

Long not big own

I will continue to stay with this city in another way 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…

Missing Heart

I will continue to stay with this city in another way 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…

May, pick up the lost youth

Time is like a cloud, passing over the head inadvertently. Through the vicissitudes of life, I raised my head. On April 24 of the lunar calendar, I found that I had walked through my 54-year-old life slowly without exposure to the midday sun and young passion, I always want to turn back the fragments of life and arrange the deep and shallow footprints on the journey of life. I don’t know whether these traces will be forgotten slowly and at the end of time. First, in the year of destiny, the world of mortals is long and the years are rustling. Time is always relentlessly corroding people’s appearance. Unconsciously, it has stepped into the late autumn of life. Looking at the distant sky, the sky and water are hazy, the life in autumn devours my thoughts. The years without passion go round and round. Work and work have become the theme of life. The old body and mind often feel melancholy inexplicably, dwelling in your own season, looking at those colors that contain youth quietly, and wanting to touch a bit of green to make your calm state of mind full of waves. An autumn wind, full of fallen leaves. The autumn of life has both desert and indifferent beauty. As I grow older, I prefer the light and pure feeling. The silent night is my most real moment, A cup of tea, a book, a sentence that has nothing to do with youth. Life is incomplete, but I always hope to be more perfect. Now think about it, when I was young, I was filled with green stubbornness, and when I was middle-aged, I was more persistent in the coordinate of life, from soldiers to government officials, I have always been faithful to justice. No matter how far this stubbornness and persistence have drawn for my life, I have always adhered to the unyielding nature. My life is ordinary, stubborn and upright. I have devoted all my efforts to work, but there is no position to show off. I am simple in life, let alone the ups and downs, unconsciously, the long river of time rushed me into the annual rings of knowing destiny. I was unwilling to grow old, some regrets and some memories were like yesterday and smoke. Misty Rain fleeting, flowers bloom. Looking at the moving sunset, I always thought that it was time to draw a beautiful curve for my life. Many emotions piled up in my mind, spreading out white papers and notes, not in the sunset. Four Seasons of Life, rich and autumn. If spring is the beginning of love and summer is warm and tactful, then autumn is a calm gathering. People come to autumn, which is the most meaningful chapter. No matter you are on the summit of the waterfront mountain, there will be a long wind. Autumn is the loneliest cold in the high place, just like the life of autumn, which accompanies me for years. In the years, no one can predict his own destiny, I hope that at this time, I can use half of my life’s experience to thank my relatives with love, spread friendship with affection, and benefit future generations in the year of knowing the destiny. Second, looking back at the annual rings of the years, time accumulates memories. When the spring breeze blows, it is the moment when the old mother returns home. At this time, my mood was terrible and thorough. I knew that I was reluctant to leave my mother alone in my hometown. Although I could visit and chat in the daytime, the elderly would feel less at night and it was a long night, the elderly will definitely be lonely and lonely. I really want my mother to stay by my side forever, and accompany me in this way. When I can come back from work, the first time I saw my mother’s figure, I shouted: Mom! I get off work! Eat and sleep together, just like snuggling beside my mother when I was a child. The life of an old mother is full, steadfast and even happier. Thirty-five years ago, when I became a soldier, my youth flickered in my fifteen years of military career. In the military camp, I felt the affection and warmth of blood thicker than water, and what was the cohesion of power. Years of experience and education and edification of the army have cultivated my tough character and determination; The special nature of the army has made me understand the importance and value of peace more deeply than ordinary people. My military career and military mission gave me the opportunity to participate in Tangshan earthquake relief in, and wrote a moving poem with my own practical actions; the battle of self-defense and counterattack in made me feel the war of blood and fire. I am proud of being a soldier, and I am proud of being a soldier. Now, although I have known the destiny, I still love the hot life of that year. I have experienced in my life and prospered in the process of hardship. My younger brother and I both became national cadres, both of whom were proud pillars in my mother’s eyes. I lived in the same family for three generations, and my grandson was more shining like my grandmother. Think about today, the excellent son has become a talent, which is better than the brilliance of his elder generation. When thinking of these, his plain heart suddenly ripples. Light a cigarette and hold a cup of tea in hand. The graceful smoke fills the air of prosperity. Night is a gentle pain. Open your heart and miss a period of past events. A person is stirring a nostalgic heart. The flowery appearance flashes before your eyes, and the soft moaning reminds you of it. You are so familiar, so warm, so warm. Looking back at the twilight, the past is experienced, Haggard, warm and full of desolation, full of confusion, full of bitterness, everything is so clear and profound, and the life of 54 years is vivid in my mind. Third, no matter how we describe the youth and incomplete life, it is difficult to outline the perfection. Along the way, I realized the ups and downs of life, joys and sorrows, and many more concerns made us live too tired. Unconsciously, youth slipped away in time. If everything could come back, I thought, I will live a lot more relaxed and free. Sending my mother back to my hometown made me unhappy, but when I walked into the country path and saw the hazy village from a distance, I felt happy again. I remembered the scene that I joined the army and left my hometown more than 30 years ago with red flowers on my chest. At that time, my hometown was very poor, and many children could not wear cotton shoes in winter. The scene of rags was still in sight. A green military uniform is what many children yearn for, and how many soldiers want to realize their ideals! It has been nearly 40 years since I left my hometown in a flash. All the little ones in those years have grown into big ones. The immature little faces have already been covered with ravines. Life has undergone earth-shaking changes. Many villagers have also driven cars, all my playmates and grandchildren of my age have gone to primary school. Every time I met them, even if I had a rest at home, I was still respectful, caring and attentive, which made me immersed in deep intoxication, thinking of my childhood partners, and then my heart became young. In May, the spring is bright and the rain is drizzling, but the fast-paced life makes people out of breath. I can only walk into my hometown, see the mountains and rivers in my hometown, flowers bloom, and my mood rushes, the passion of childhood flooded in my heart, and I caught the shadow of youth again. The jujube trees in the yard stood in the center of the House bravely, shaking the leaves all over the body and cheering mother’s arrival. The old tree has grown far higher than the roof ridge, with twigs circling and luxuriant branches and leaves. The trunk is thicker than the washbasin, and the brown bark is mottled and cracked. The vicissitudes of time leave deep marks, which make it look old and stronger. At the southernmost end of the yard, there is a locust tree grown by itself with deep memory. I remember that when I left my hometown in those years, it grew to more than high, and now the leaves are already luxuriant. Looking at the swaying green leaves of youth, I thought that the old trees of the same age still show Green and shine the color of youth. Why do I always feel old and lack passion? In the year of destiny, you gave me a deep feeling, and also gave me too much depression. Looking back, some memories are still profound, and the past is as clear as yesterday. To regain youth, to give the autumn season, to paint the flowery of spring, to regain the youth left behind. The hometown in May, the curved path, has the footprints of childhood. The hometown is still green with youth. Walking in the busyness, many beautiful scenery and youth are ignored. Along the tunnel of time, recalling the traces of youth, fragments of memory, stirring the strings of youth, playing again with imperfect life, the warm notes brightened my dim sky. A period of sunshine and sorrow are the images we have experienced, a period of emotion and a miss, all of which are the scenery in our life. In the year of destiny, with old achievements, we hide the harvest. Looking back, the lost youth is still rooted in the soul. Life is incomplete. Excessive pursuit of perfection makes us ignore too many scenery, life is like a one-way ticket with no starting point or ending point. Slow down the pace and taste the true meaning of life, so that the short life can smooth the wrinkled mood and enjoy all the way with the most gorgeous pen. It is not necessarily a kind of natural and unrestrained to learn to give up, to care less and to be more happy. The time is getting old, the mood is not. The year of destiny is just a period of time. Looking back at the twilight, everything is still the same. In May, I picked up my youth again and carried a piece of green in my heart, the gait is more free and easy, and more leisurely 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. 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Running little snail, strong little woman

Since I was a child, I have been dreaming and pursuing constantly. Sometimes I clearly know that a dream is far away, and I clearly know that there is no hope for extravagance, but I am still intoxicated in the net I weave, unable to extricate myself, unable to escape, struggling in pain, struggling in strength! For these so-called dreams, I have been struggling in search and seeking all the time. When I fell down, I got up and continued to run. When I shed tears, I wiped my tears and gnashed my teeth to continue. Life is always a lot of hardships. I grow up in hardships and gain, satisfied in harvest, tired in satisfaction, sentimental in exhaustion, strong in sorrow in such a cycle, so back and forth, Mentality determines your fate, determines your good and bad! I always compare myself to a little snail. In the face of difficulties, I shrink my body back into my body, enjoy protection leisurely and accept the good life gives me with ease. However, the little snail also grew up, strong and restless, unwilling to stay in the small world and watch the sky, unwilling to move forward slowly. As a result, the little snail gradually transformed, gritted his teeth and endured the pain, stripped off the protective case on his body, and bravely faced the challenge alone! At first, the small snail who walked independently was tender, sensitive and soft because of the body protected by the body for many years. It was slightly touched and covered with bruises. For many times, the little snail collapsed on the ground did not want to continue walking, and even wanted to retract to the body, living a comfortable and calm life and a peaceful life. Without the ability to struggle and the strong will, why do I have to live a happy life with myself, but it hurts me? After the chagrin, the little snail still firmly believed in his belief, clenched his fist, climbed over the rock peak, bypassed the obstacles, pursued on foot, and strived forward towards his dream! Finally, the little snail completely transformed. Leaving the soft body of the body, it has become resolute and mighty. You can look down at the snail family proudly, raise your head proudly and declare war on fate! I am this restless, once unknown little snail, I am the stubborn little girl who is unyielding to the fate arrangement in the ordinary crowd, and I am the wayward and stubborn one who breaks away from the bondage of the body, A small snail who is determined to travel independently. The appearance is weak, and the heart is strong; The appearance is small, and the heart is strong. Suddenly I found that I was not too weak as a little woman! Thank you for the fate of many disasters and difficulties. Thank you for making me strong, uncompromising and unyielding! After 30 years old, I have seen through all kinds of flashy things in the world. If I put my thoughts back to the moment when I was born 30 years ago, I still choose to stick to my willfulness and toughness! Even on the road of chasing, I would fall into the bottomless abyss even when facing the unattainable mountain top. I believe that I will not die in the deep valley. I believe that the strong light is shining with hope, I believe that I can climb the peak with perseverance! I used to be an unremarkable little snail, following the rules, only insisting on the promise, with a small heart to survive in this world, sitting in a well view, not knowing that there is a day outside the world, not seeing the scenery outside the mountains, leisurely in a small greenhouse. Delicate appearance, fair skin, clear eyes, simple thoughts, pure soul, a complete little woman, a dodder grass, a beautiful vase, beautiful but without connotation, the appearance is bright, and the heart is empty! I don’t want such a life! Glass doll-like vase, I don’t care! After all, beauty can’t defeat the vicissitudes of time. The rosy cheeks will eventually be destroyed by time. When the gray hair is gray, I will not only have a wrinkled face, but also a mouthful of faded teeth, what else can I leave? I am afraid of such an ending! Therefore, I began to rebel, get rid of the bondage on my body, walk out of the greenhouse of charming women and start to open up my own life! Start your own journey! I wandered on this road, only to find that life was not simple, but hard persistence was not courage. Soon, I became tired, tired and faced with layers of checkpoints, faced with the mess of various customers, the approaching of large and small plans, the ambiguity of numerous plans in my eyes, I stayed in the office, decadent and depressed. I closed myself up and asked myself: did I go wrong? Recently, what I said to myself most is: everything goes with fate, let it go, it doesn’t matter to force, it’s no big deal, don’t cry, don’t shed tears, love yourself, love life, it’s mine, after all, it belongs to me. I want to be strong to the end! Life is so helpless! Life is one problem after another, one mountain after another, one obstacle after another! One situation after another! If you want to live happily, you can only have a calm mind! If you want to change your destiny and turn around, you can only bite your teeth and be strong! Resist! Hold on! I will not fail in the face of any difficulties! Insist! Insist! Swallow tears and continue fighting! The rain stopped, the sky was infinitely bright, and the sun was shining. The beautiful rainbow built a seven-color Bridge, shining brightly on the horizon. My heart moved and my Sky cleared up! Open your hands and give the world a hug! Clench your fist and keep running! 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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…

Mountain City rain dream

Mountain City rain dream

[Editor’s note]: The rain moistens my mind, and the slight sadness passes through the rain and fog …… the memory in my heart blossoms in the rain, and the flowing picture unfolds in the rain curtain. After reading this article, readers’ thoughts are unconsciously drawn into the rain environment described by the author, feeling the author’s feelings. This is a very beautiful prose with clear language and clear road. I recommend it to you! I lost a dream in the mountain city. In the dream, the rain pattered. — Inscription spring was squeezed into the corner when summer came back casually. When poetry was dim, I hadn’t understood spring yet, but the summer solstice had arrived. Yanji, this small mountain city opened its eyes in the day when the fleeting time returned, recalling the Dreamtalk about rain just said. Since the military training, I have always defined the rain in this mountain city as warmth. Mild, amorous. The rain is always pattering and short, and it seems to intentionally or unintentionally create a dream for me to make up for the beauty of the incomplete reality. The rain will always be intermittent many times in a day, as if her love was destined to love all the people in the world from the very beginning. When she fell in love with the place, she would fly lightly and give a shower. Every drop of rain represents a deep kiss, and every kiss is romantic into a story about this little mountain city, about the people who get wet in the rain in this little mountain city. Because I couldn’t expect heavy rain, I formed the habit of not wearing umbrellas. When the rain was pattering, I shuttled quietly in the colorful world woven by an umbrella and an umbrella. Silently looking at the back of a boy and a girl walking side by side under an umbrella, he slowed down and raised his mouth. Reach out quietly and look up at the sky from a 45-degree perspective. The sky was dim, and the rain fell on my palm intermittently. So coldness began to compete with the warmth of palm. Somehow, the long and straight love line in my palm broke in a blink of an eye, recording their memories one by one. I just don’t have my name in my memory. I like to look for strangers in the rain curtain in the same time and space as me. I like to look for lovers running with ten fingers in the rain curtain. I like to look for the person who can look back and feel full when one passes another in the rain curtain. I prefer to look for people who edit life movie pictures in the rain curtain like me. If you have the similarity of soul, then you can live up to the opportunity of being in the same mountain city. When the wind rains and lonely, it coincides with the memory of the past of youth soaked in dust. On a rainy day in my memory, I sat behind a stranger’s bicycle with a dark blue plaid umbrella in my palm. His back blocked all my sight, and his hearty laughter told me that he was very kind and warm when I felt uneasy. That is the most unique gift when I believe it inexplicably, and it is also the proof that the world needs to keep warm with each other. It was also a rainy day in my memory. A young man who was not familiar with me held up a purple umbrella for me. His delicate outline flickered under the dim light, the clearly jointed hand held the handle of the umbrella lightly, and the white shirt ran after the night wind. I clearly heard the beautiful music of raindrops hitting on the umbrella, and in the hazy touch, I imagined two shadows that would not appear. Two lonely shadows, I don’t know when to cross and disperse. At that time, I couldn’t interpret the verdant past, but now in the nearly one year of entering the university, I have understood that no matter in a certain year, a certain month, when and where, I will embrace every encounter and miss in this world in the rain curtain of youth. Because nobody said that we met just for mutual fulfillment? To fulfill a dream that I think it is beautiful but can’t write a complete ending. Rain and patter. I stretched out my hand again in the rain curtain to touch the coldness of my palm and the warmth of my heart. I know that in the rain Lane in the south of the Yangtze River, there must be a sad lilac girl lost a poet’s dream at this moment. However, when the rain came to an end, the small mountain city in the North lost my dream sadly. 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…