In the end, waiting for your season

Sunlight, dazzling city. I squinted my eyes and looked for the coolness of my own in the flashy city. Sitting in the corner of the wall, waiting for the warm kiss of sunshine, trying to write this gorgeous season with his only passion. About summer, blooming and pale. No matter what you want, just want to add a watercolor. That years. In The Sky of May, there is no long-lasting vicissitudes of life, and the constant Qingming oath is the persistence of youth. On the light cyan letter paper, the crooked characters write pure dreams and pure feelings. Regardless of everything, I would rather watch than blasphemy. At other times, I always smiled so casually, then turned around separately, but I didn’t know that some people were at the end of the world in a flash. Let alone the flowers and leaves, there is always a person casting sincere eyes through thousands of lights in the misty and rainy small city, expecting the wind to bring thoughts and blessings. I just want to know that you can live a good life. The kite, which was far away, was swaying for a long journey, but in the end, it was doomed to leave. A Song of parting to the talent, how much sorrow does the water flow. Even with the determination of turning around the end of the world, I still traveled alone and waved my sleeves away. Leave a kit about fantasy. So, after. In May, I was used to thinking about flowing light and writing about leaving wounds. Youlan, thanks quietly. When the last letter about love went away, perhaps, the end was always so abrupt but inevitable. Several strokes of lightness outline the shadow that is no longer seen. The reason that I didn’t care about was so deadly at the moment. I can only hang my head feebly. Put down the kite string in hand, and gradually disillusioned with the sunlight. In May, the days mixed with numerous and complicated tastes ended slowly between contentment and pale decadence. When you are alone, the afterglow of the sunset reflects the thin and magnificent shore, or the desolation at the end of prosperity, walking step by step. The footprints of the wave will spread in every memory of the Sun disillusionment, waiting for your season. Finally, it’s gone again. Like (prose editor: Rain dancing alone) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

The beauty of a little rain, the beauty of a happy heart

A summer rain without an appointment came in succession, bringing a little bit of coolness. It has never rained since the beginning of summer. In a word, it is the joy of a long drought and rain, and the pleasure of a timely rain. The drizzle began to dance like a flower. Close your eyes and let the rain kiss your skin. The wind wrapped in the cool rain, running into your heart, soaking in the floating dryness of your heart. A touch of shallow sadness was gently waked up, the wind blew, and the dark fragrance surged. The night is as quiet as water, and the mist is as light as mist. The quietness of the night, the warmth of the night and the emptiness of the night are all so hazy and beautiful. In the deep sky, soft clouds were swaying, and a breeze carrying the rain blew across the balcony, touching the soft heart lightly; occasionally, there are several blurred flashing lights falling down to the ground through the milky white curtains, scattering broken silver all over the ground. A cup of fragrant tea, a little light, a wisp of ink, soft and slender fingers flow with all kinds of feelings. Sitting in the twilight of time, let the wind of time roll up the sediment in the bottom of my heart. The mood is like smoke, permeating, floating in this dark night. Chewing the smell of the night, pushing away the palm, sadness fell into the palm, and rippling into the circle ripples along the clear lines of the palm. I always like such a rainy night, quietly depending on the window, enjoying the quiet silence of the pure heart, a trace of tenderness passing through my heart, a wisp of thoughts in the night. Under the night outside the window, thousands of lights were on fire, faintly, and the lights were sparse. I couldn’t help breathing the fresh air greedily, washing away the dirt of my heart. Warm feeling, peaceful heart and indifferent feelings lingered in my mind quietly and lightly. Life is not as good as the meaning of ten out of ten. Living in the noise, we are inevitably fettered by pain, misfortune, adversity, helplessness, annoyance and trouble. Most of the time, our mood is as turbid as the ups and downs of seawater. If we put the seemingly turbid seawater in a vessel without any external force shaking, gradually we will find that it will gradually clarify, precipitate and have distinct layers. Impressively, we understand the simplest and understandable truth. Isn’t this part of clarification the happiness, happiness and success we already have? This clarification accounts for 2/3 or 3/4 of our mood, while the sediment is the pain, helplessness, adversity and failure that bother us. Although it is only a small part, it controls our mood all the time. When we face pain and misfortune, we choose to face bravely and be strong. We believe that pain is only temporary, and we believe that there will be rainbows after rain. Take all of these as different gifts of life and God’s love. Knowing that life can’t be regarded as a real life without suffering or wind and rain, but only through hardship, only in this way can we truly experience happiness and joy of success. Just because we choose to be strong, our mood will be happy, we will feel that life is sunny, and the sediment will naturally not affect our mood. If, in the face of pain, frustration and adversity, we are hesitant, self-complaining, pessimistic and disappointed, then the sediment deposited under it will be stirred up and filled with the whole vessel, the originally clear 2/3, 3/4 will become turbid. Pain, misfortune and adversity are magnified infinitely by US intentionally or unintentionally, so that we completely occupy our mood, and we will not have happiness and happiness, and our mood will be enveloped by haze, losing confidence in life makes the future slim. A Song of soft music, a touch of mood, the wind in the eyebrows, how much sadness, how much entanglement, come and go in a hurry, look at the sky, the sky is high and the clouds are light, stretch out your hand to hold a wisp of soft wind, my mood is as clear as water. The past is gradually moving away from my memory, bit by bit, deep and shallow, turning into a clear fragrance of flowers at my fingertips, flying all over the sky and splashing the red dust, Summer Rain, intoxicating people, and the night is as cold, time flows long, looking lightly at the ups and downs in the deep heart. Night, very quiet. Wind, cold. Rain, very light. A wisp of gentle wind warms my heart. Holding the charm of a piece of rain, the beauty of a happy heart. Gently lift the corner of life, quietly dust the sadness. Shake up the boat named happiness and sail to the island named Happy mood 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…