There is no trace of time, only words accompany

Life in a foreign land always makes me feel a little disappointed. The complicated work and life inevitably make me feel confused. Watching and expecting crazily every day has gradually become a bad habit, and the years are always passing quietly by by accident, which is so ridiculous, playful and fancy, the days of confusion and hardship turned into vicissitudes in a twinkling of an eye. The flowers bloom and fade, the grass is green and yellow, when the sunset rises again, but what marks I have traveled are mottled into mud in the long river of time? Everything eventually became an old dream. Thinking about the hardships all the way, besides the past years, what did I have? Open the window door and stand by the window. I know that every morning will bring me different exclamation. I am envy the colorful butterflies dancing among the flowers, and the free birds flying happily among the soft willow branches. Once upon a time, how a lonely heart yearned to be like them, throwing away all distracting thoughts, dancing and flying, looking for one side of the sky that belongs to itself. After all, a dream is a dream, which can not arouse any spark of passion. When the cool morning breeze lifted up the faded curtain, occasionally covering my sight, a little chill hit my heart, sour eyes trembling tears. Looking back at the traces that have passed all the way, what is the difficulty in struggling? Why, all dreams always return to the original point after hundreds of turns. In the past, many things that should have been done had already disappeared in the pursuit of dreams all day long. Dream is not a dream, light is gone, dream is very awake, sigh deeply, my life does not belong to the life of neon flashing, fireworks gorgeous. Put away yesterday’s crazy dream and let all the stories be dusty! Things are nothing but everything, and tears flow empty when you want to talk. You can never find the appearance of the past in the world, and more than half of your life goes by silently. Only loneliness goes with you. In the rolling world of mortals, some people like to watch a flash in the pan and enjoy a gorgeous fireworks. And I prefer to sit quietly in front of the desk in the dead of night and when I am lonely, staying with the words and enjoying myself in silence, the mood will become clear and bright in the graceful and beautiful poems of Tang and Song dynasties. How eager I am is to live a life without the ears of silk and bamboo, without the labor of official documents, and how poetic it is to close the gate of the yard when the flowers are lonely, how elegant it is to have a book every year. When you are lonely, in a tranquil corner, you can enjoy a pot of tea and immerse yourself in the sea of literary fragrance. You can use your life to feel the infinite charm of words, so that you can temporarily leave everything in the world, restore a plain mood. I lingered in the faint words to understand Mr. Dongpo’s mood that he hated that he was not mine, when did he forget the camp, the wind in the night was quiet and flat, the boat passed away from then on, and the river left the rest of his life, sometimes I feel the heroic journey from the east of the river to the deep of the water, sitting and watching the emptiness and leisure when the clouds rise, sometimes I feel sad for the miserable and graceful appointment, or walk into the famous mountains and rivers with the words, appreciate the majestic momentum of the five Chinese mountains. I also like to write down my emotions in a peaceful and serene night, rooted in the fertile soil of words, and fully display my joy and vigor. My words are so immature, although I can’t write heroic, graceful and sad words or touching stories or gorgeous chapters, I can record my life with the crude pen tip. Whether it is grief or favor, I can weave my life with warmth with the help of the infinite charm of words. I feel extremely happy when I am accompanied by words, life has also become enriched. Life is like a dream, prosperity is empty in a blink of an eye, and all the past events of the world of mortals sink in the vast River of Smoke and waves. In the ups and downs, there are several degrees of cloudy and sunny, and the fleeting years sigh lightly. Only the words, just like a flower blooming alone in the middle of the night, every word is condensed with the silhouette of a lifetime, with the ripples of a lifetime, saving the meaning of life. 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. 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