qi yue, imagination

[Blue sky and white clouds] in July, it is clear blue, white clouds are pure, and the sky is clean and transparent. In the early morning, the gentle sunshine splashed on the room through the sky blue small floral curtain. Open the window, welcome the sunshine, and let the memory hidden in the bottom of my heart and the moldy smile Bloom to your heart. Looking up, the Blue Sky makes me enchanted and makes me have endless reverie. The light clouds like gauze float in the sky, dotted in the center of the shiny blue satin. With the breeze, clouds sometimes stretch, sometimes feel tired, shy and charming, and tender like water. Heart, infected very quiet, very soft. Quiet, relaxed, lazy, enjoying this graceful picture, there is no gorgeous colors, no enchanting and sexy beauty myth. Only blue and white interweave, only blue silks and satins dotted with clouds. Heart, once again being fettered by beauty simple, beautiful nature, beautiful innocence, beautiful brightness! Intoxicated my eyes, intoxicated my heart! [Words, Sky, memories] people who like words are lonely, people who like Sky are sad, and people who like memories are warm. Then, am I lonely, sad and warm, a woman who likes words, Sky and memories? Leisurely and light time, Blue and pure sky, soft and beautiful music, open the door of memory and recall the fragment of a certain time. Then I knocked on the keyboard and wrote that faint emotion, which was very beautiful, relaxed, happy and comfortable! I really like the silent time of such a person, facing the sky, thinking freely, facing the words, remembering the mood, facing the memories and warming the emotions. [Soul space] The days are like water flowing through. Listening to such heartbreaking sound, I sigh spontaneously, dancing back and forth in my heart. When we find that time is in a hurry, what we leave is just the imprint of life, which is neither painful nor itchy, but makes people at a loss. Our thoughts are always scattered, and our hearts still cannot find a place to stop, when you are bored, you will hand yourself over to the ethereal network. Pictures, words and a lovely image have simply shaped a real spiritual space. That is a home, a home that will not ask me for anything. It is a paradise, a wonderful world full of flowers. That is a harbor that allows me to indulge and vent my feelings freely! On a quiet night, the Moonlight is like falling down on the windowsill, and the thoughts are spread far away by the moonlight. Fingers tap the keyboard gently, and I like such a quiet sound in the night. It turns out that I can also be so calm, lonely night can also have a beautiful mood. A person, a lamp, is not lonely, not lonely, not annoyed, not angry, quietly guarding in his own spiritual space! [The heart is like water] what kind of state is it if you want peace and clarity of mind? Panic? To and not happy? Loss and sorrow not? This may be like asking the boat to cross the water without leaving any marks, OK? Human beings are not only pure thoughts, but also desires that can never be satisfied. For these pursuits, they struggle hard in the path of life. Between gain and loss, how can the happiness and happiness, suffering and sorrow we encounter be as if we are silent? Everyone is eager for a carefree life, but how many people can really live like a fish in water and be free? Perhaps, I am the only one of ten million! In the workplace, for the sake of utility, the so-called opportunistic, flattering and flattering performance among the staff of the company is delightful. However, I still remained calm in the past and kept a corner of myself very quietly. Wearing a hypocritical mask every day and performing the drama of Guan Gong’s face changing, why do you suffer such a sin? Even if the promotion is successful, in the long and complicated work, why bother to do this because you are not qualified to return to the original shape? If you can get what you have, you will know clearly which one is more important. In the work, The Notebook is divided into different parts, which are conscientious, calm, steadfast, pay attention to every detail, and take every step well! My heart is stable, open-minded, optimistic and positive. I have always learned to adjust my mind. A person faces the computer, analyzes the data and ponders the plan. When you have a clear mind, you will be filled with documents, smiling and refreshed. When you are depressed, stop working, lean against the back of the chair lazily, put on a relaxing song, close your eyes, breathe gently and gently, and then breathe [emotions] like to be in the silent late night, the world is sleeping, the Earth is silent, reading someone’s diary quietly and attentively! It seemed to be far away from the noise and sorrow of the world, and the body, mind and spirit regained vitality. Let the soothing fragrance pervade the side of the body, the soft and yellowish light, the warm tone, the fan rotating leisurely, the breeze is cool, and the body and mind are comfortable. The real you in the diary, the real life, the heart is stirring, swaying, wandering, want to penetrate into your heart! Casual touch, different thoughts in my heart. Unexpected ripples, waves in the heart layer by layer! Silent chanting, light blessing. Waiting quietly, quietly without breath. Don’t ask, don’t read, don’t bother, don’t mess. Repeated, plain. Deep in my heart, there is a mark on it, which is not sticky or sticky. Put it aside, wait and see from a distance, and think deeply that you are flashing in my country like a ghost. I always see and disappear. I always hear it, and it looks like an illusion. So familiar, so close, and as distant as possible, so distant as vague. Looking from a distance, I didn’t care about it. I didn’t dare or fear. I just didn’t want to wake up the peace. No one will know the distance between reality and dream. Maybe it will never be relaxed, just like a cloud, but it is full of heavy [July, imagination] July, a day in full swing. July is a passionate day. In July, the fiery sun was stretching out the heat belonging to her, inviting the high temperature and coming as promised. Hide in your own cool Castle and dare not step on it easily. In July, the warm warmth belonging to spring had already quietly retired, and the air was filled with rolling heat waves, full of compact atmosphere. Eager for a heavy rain, the gauze-like rain curtain to block the dust in the summer sun and repel the heat in the air. I am eager to stand in the rain, let the rain float on my body, and let the fresh, fragrant and refreshing slowly enter my heart! In July, relax, stretch your mind, pause your steps, don’t chase, don’t forge ahead, just give yourself the most luxurious wish and dream. In July, imagination moved, and those memories about blue sky and white clouds had already been deeply portrayed in my heart; The memories about words and Sky were played in my heart over and over again at any time; those real lives about oneself, like the silent lake water, are slowly rippling layer by layer under the breeze, arousing waves; And the story about love him, it has already become a legend! In July, the dream of floating imagination, stopping and resting on the castle can only be my extravagant hope forever! In July, imagination twined, weaving the most simple wish in hot summer, but it was the most blurred myth! Like (prose editor: Dielianhua) 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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