Rainy Night Tea

1. Three or two Breeze, a cup of green tea, listening to the raindrops whispering in the window lattice, the fire in summer seems to be far away. Seeing the day came to the threshold of beginning of autumn, but don’t like it first. As the old saying goes, 18 days after beginning of autumn, it is the moment when the Autumn Tiger is in power, and it is still necessary to prepare for a few bowls of sweat. But today, thanks to the rain, there is a cool leisure feeling, and put the season aside, into the scene, feel the peace of the tea on a rainy night. The rain was very bright, just like soft music. Under the light, the window glass had a strange look, the half-covered window screen was like a flag floating up, and the darkness in the distance was deep and mysterious, there are some shadows of trees, drifting off into pictographic scenery, as if implying something, what on earth is, sitting in the backlit room, I tried my best to answer seriously. The season is her unique vigorous and uninterrupted walking. As for the scenery caused by her, it seems that she can’t pay special attention to it. But for ordinary people, the scene is certainly very different. Our most direct feelings will be revealed in the first time, and combined with our own mood, joy or sadness, to a certain extent, daiyu burial flowers and sunken fish and wild goose are set off by seasons and environment. Plum blossom grows old and spring water is like a mirror. There is no change in the Four Seasons. We just move forward according to our inherent posture. What will change most is us, I would shed tears for a drizzle, jump for a scene of snow, or maybe because of the cold autumn wind, I would wear the melancholy in my heart and write a sentimental mind. This year, there was enough rain, which seemed to be enough. Looking through my own thoughts, I wrote the rain, splashed the water of my mood bathing, and the lingering ripples, opened in circles, and kept talking about the night lacking the moon, far away from the lights of the city, the short and narrow Bluestone Road is certainly not as arrogant as the neon in the city, but the clearest and discernible simplicity, surrounded by grass, is the most calm night. 2. Grass insects and mosquitoes are the background of sleepless in the countryside. In the town, there is a kind of earthen mosquito incense, which is said to contain some kind of herbal medicine. The mosquito repellent effect is excellent. Light it and see the smoke around, as expected, I didn’t feel painful and itchy, but the smell was a little bad. I didn’t know if it did harm to my body. I followed my habit and burned it before going to bed. When I went to sleep, I resolutely pinched it out, people have poor resistance to sleep, which I think is relatively safe. The season of peaches gradually passed, and grapes came one after another. Yesterday, Aunt next door sent a small basket, which was wrapped neatly, cut from the root knot, opened the package, round and crystal purple, light and smooth, it makes people like it from the bottom of my heart. It is soaked in clean water and washed after half an hour. My mother likes to pick it one by one, put it in a large bowl, put it in the refrigerator for a while, peel it and eat it. It is cool, sweet. My mother accompanied my father to watch TV downstairs. The Olympic Games was in full swing. A large bowl of grapes were put on the tea table at random. My mother peeled them one by one, picked off the seeds and put them on my father’s mouth to watch his father slowly allow him to suck and, two little poodles, Diandian and Xiaomi, all snuggled up to their mother’s feet and hit their own sleepiness quietly. Occasionally, their mother gave a praise or a pity that their mother was a one-sided cheerleading team of the Chinese team, the two dogs opened their eyes lazily, looked up at the master, and went to sleep in a daze. Sometimes I would walk to the balcony and look far away, drizzle, watch the faint light from the door downstairs, listen to the TV sound clearly, just like my parents have been together for decades, however, it is really hard to move forward side by side now. One person is an individual, and two people are a complete home. It is so harmonious and natural that it stretches in the flowing water of life, unwittingly, some deep feelings came out from the bottom of my heart. In the silent rain, happiness suddenly pervaded. 3. Eyes may not just wander in the house. The rain outside the sky stretches out its flourishing jade fingers to tempt your mind. The most common raindrops and fine transparent liquid are on a quiet summer night, the lotus petals were opened one by one to find out the secret of your heart, trying to wash away your full dryness and heat with tender feelings like water. In fact, it has nothing to do with the rainy season. The fickleness of ordinary people is hard to say again and again. It is hard to tell your decision without hesitation. The agility of rain is just a scenery, it gives us an atmosphere of calm thinking. In this sentiment, many things, joy or depression, are still related to ourselves. The steps of rain are neither tight nor slow, far nor near, without facial expression, it’s up to you to sigh with you. Just drink tea slowly, make a posture of outsiders, let the music change freely, let the rain play freely, the leaves of the initial tea gradually become dull, but the mind gradually becomes moist, it is like a soaked River, constantly stirring and running. When the tea becomes cold, the night is quiet, and the warm bamboo mat exudes a dreamy meaning, you will be possessed and perform many incredible things again, completely staying out of it. 4. The rain kept whispering like this, like a woman in her first love, telling all the silly words to her lover, which was more repeated. From childhood till now, memories over and over again, which encourages your sleepiness, hazy, a wide bed, and you can clearly see yourself tossing and turning. Through the screen window, there are tiny rain fog, branches, leaves and leaves growing, gradually gathering water drops, wet the thoughtful brown floor, the white walls are simple as if there is no life, in fact, their existence, it has set off the loneliness of the night, while the lighting is enthusiastic, rendering the best atmosphere and playing the colorful spirit. There are always some nights, we may be helpless or lost, but with the accompaniment of rain, our own world suddenly becomes brighter, ticking and happy, completely self-expression, you can ignore everything and embed yourself in the free space, imagine or think. The nothingness carries a long night. It is such a rainy night. It seems that everything has different meanings. When I look around in a maze-like life, I saw thousands of raindrops holding me tightly in my arms with open arms without affectionate greeting. When I was most obsessed with it, there was a flash of light. That cup of green tea, drinking and drinking, has its own distinctive taste. 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…

Autumn night emotion

Sleepless Tonight, bury yourself in the whispers and disappearance of time. I couldn’t help jumping out of my consciousness and murmured in my ear. The fear and sorrow caused by it were like the helplessness when yellow leaves fell from the branches. I couldn’t help leaving without hesitation, leaving is the inevitable destination. Is such a departure the invitation of the wind or the tree’s failure to retain? I can’t remember how many nights like this wander between waking up and sleeping. Thinking stagnant, lazy even want to stop breathing, just interpret yourself, you, you in the retention. Stop thinking about me, leave some time for me to grow old! I haven’t heard a song for a long time. Even if I hear it in my ears, those melodies seem to have lost their vitality. They are just simply shallow and sad, inexplicably sad and involve the most sensitive nerves, inexplicable sadness annihilates little joy! Like a moth with no clue, he rushed to wherever there was light, and threw himself into the hot light again and again, making it tinkling, as if it was not his own pain. When you are in a good mood, this space and that space can’t read the thoughts in other people’s words, but simply follow those words or happiness or worry. It seems that everything has nothing to do with yourself. It seems that, my heart is out of the world of mortals. However, is the heart really outside the world of mortals? If you can really be out of the world of mortals, why will you be sleepless, lazy and stagnant? I think of the conversation with my friends: I want to become a monk! I had no choice but to knock out these words with a bitter smile on the corners of my mouth, which touched the most vulnerable and gentle part of my heart. My eyes were foggy, but I pretended to be strong! At that end, there was a terrible silence. For a long time, friends typed a few words: I think so too! In a flash, the disguised smile at the corners of the mouth disappeared. Tears surged out. Pain came over endlessly, like the surging waves, one after another, flooding all the sense and reserve. Crying, sobbing, only I understand the salty degree of tears! The moon was as bright as water outside the window, the autumn insects murmured, and the midnight was deeper. Even the floating dust slept peacefully in silence, but my heart was clear and clear. I borrowed a glass of wine and went to sleep! I have said that I want to borrow your shoulder, crying so red that my soul will disappear, the autumn wind is silent, the sky is dark, the dark clouds are pressing the city, and the vegetation is withered! It is the kind of wailing, not sad, not wronged, not sad, just crying because you want to cry! In these days, seeing others’ parting, sadness and joy too much, I was also infected and wanted to get drunk. Feel the attachment of others’ parting, but you can take it lightly, and summarize the classic philosophy in those hugs and instructions: Parting is for the gathering in the future! Seems Su Dongpo “Prelude” in long life, miles of the Moon free and easy also but Ear ear! I am a heartless person? How can we treat others’ sadness as a waste of smell? Is it true that even the heart is lost? This is a crime that cannot be forgiven. Although it is not intentional, this attitude is always harmful to the parties! However, who didn’t treat me like this? I had to complain about who was right and who was wrong for me. After all, I couldn’t find the end of responsibility! Let’s be indifferent like this. Only for yourself, friends, or extremely warm sincerity and blessings, for me, is the place where warmth comes! I don’t compare hardship and hardship with others. I always care for extra hardship when I live in life. Xu, it is the God who will give me a great responsibility. In recent years, there have always been more or less unsatisfactory tests of my will. I am a person who is not strong enough, he always looks for such a confused time, looking for a corner where he can put himself, curling up his body, closing his heart tightly, rejecting the light, and setting his self-esteem and hope in the darkness, slowly wake up the sleeping will, grope for the unexpected embrace, rest in your touch and low call, like a frightened child, dragging the corner of the clothes tightly, hiding behind the adult, only a pair of terrified eyes are exposed. Try to find the source of panic, put your hands in another stable palm, and deliver trust and support! For me, is it luxury? I shouldn’t complain. No matter how tired my heart is, the days will continue. Your cherish is the good medicine I am the wound. Pack mood. After sorting out the past, both gains and losses are abandoned. Tell yourself: Now everything is zero, and now we are going to start from the beginning! There are always beautiful scenery that belongs to me! Open the window that God has been reluctant to open for me. The hot maple leaves are swaying outside the drooping curtains. The gorgeous red is the brilliance after finishing a life precipitation, it is also the breeding ground of the next life! On the night of early autumn, it was still very hot and dry, wandering in front of the computer, drinking lightly in the words, singing softly in the tea fragrance, lingering in the thoughts, waking up from the pain, chewing the taste of life, and still eating balsam pear, though bitter and fragrant, I will fall in love with this kind of bitterness! Who said: you can’t change yourself if you can’t change the environment. I won’t change. Sadness flows backwards into rivers, indifference or enthusiasm, dancing in my own world, without complaining about the past of life, without regretting the coming and going of life, still make the mufurong smiling against the frost as always! 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…

Missing Qing Huan

The above words are not casual, without special instructions. You in this article can be someone, or a period of youth. Deliberate is unnecessary. For example, to meet a person, what kind of meeting and what kind of scene are not fixed numbers. As for dreams and life beyond dreams, there are many ways to express their fullness but disharmony, while only one or none can be understood. I pray in my heart, the appearance is in circulation, and I am left after layers, and I am cool with the fireworks. I envied the long-time life of self-destruction, no disturbance, and peace. If there must be gains and losses, then I would rather leave persistence. Dark attachment, deep coexistence. When the sun is warm, you should walk, walk out of yourself, walk into that light. My heart is passivated and slow, it’s just me. Not like you. = I heard the fireworks explosion for a moment, but the picture in front of me did not match. Hubbub, clamor. However, I looked up and saw a small gray smoke cluster appearing out of thin air, with the blue sky as the background. I was still moved. After being empty for a long time, the memory of years and months will fade. The essence of meaningless virtual prosperity is born in the heart, but then it is separated from it. All the derivatives are public and not close to the aura. As for forgetting, it cannot be said. Lonely and lonely is another self. I am on this dust, and I care about it day by day., sleep all night long, born in life, there is nothing to say, or, it is inherent fear or autism. Formal feelings are no different from a person who is eating noodles and lamenting that life is down and out. But in the heart, there is no need for form. Just like repeating classes every day, communicating with others, but not knowing what you want, this is a kind of sorrow, the nothingness of a person sighing at night. When I finally realized that my dream was not ideal, I began to feel that a bowl of porridge was many times more practical than the future. For a while, it was difficult to walk away and break, unable to go on or stop. What was needed was only delivery. Another self in another world must shine brightly as people live happily. Things and people themselves are just expressions, which can be seen and judged by others. However, the more secret self always belongs to the heart, which cannot be said or declared to others. What I see is just a kind of existence, a connection with others, not the real world, because I can’t feel it, not deep enough. On the contrary, there is a huge world in the heart, which can feel, experience, belong to oneself, closed and harmonious. Therefore, it is impossible for any two people to live together in the same world, only matter and body. It is others who are obscure, gloomy and glamorous. After walking for a long time, it’s sunny and autumn Good is also a kind of unique meaning, and the process of one’s own life is simple and clear. Morning, evening, night. It is perfect to express and narrate. There are three substances left in my spare time: tobacco, wine and tea. If you investigate the root of it, just like it. Time is far away, and time is full of love. From one end of the garden to the other end, the grass lowered its head, silent autumn moon. It must know how to be humble and tolerant, silent for a winter, and then swaggering in the spring breeze. In my opinion, this is also the coexistence of interest. But I still can’t be humble and tolerant. People themselves are illusions, living in the name of love and enjoying themselves in the name of life. But there is not enough self-knowledge and intelligence to adapt to the loneliness in my heart. Love is the empty persistence and delivery, but if you don’t understand me, I will be bright and beautiful and in vain. Walking is a kind of inborn desolation and light, and the material is nearly Rare. All the way down, you can see things nearby. You don’t have to think about yourself, write down the moving people and events, and enrich yourself. Feet not necessarily Moss Guxiang, life not way poetic down. So don’t absorb, perceive and hide in the heart. Adapt to all kinds of noisy and stale scenes, tear, push, shout, hand in hand, Kiss, copulation. These are gathered in the inner heart, and there is no intersection but they are still clear. Love and preference are both desires, naked Yes, with the signs of sex, Twining, stroking, seclusion, asking for each other, deep flesh and blood. However, for a moment, I was not myself. Annie said: only when people bear and understand the pain and shadow, can they truly understand the pure and self-contained light printed by them. Shadow and pain are not born. How much can be understood does not need to be experienced. There is no need to fill the painful experience with the life of auto disturbance. And I know what I have met over the years, I should be happy to meet some of them. Let me begin to understand my heart that the world there is not competing for calculation. I have never said that this society does not conform to me, but I am just afraid of the harm it gives inadvertently. Some things are not good in nature. But I still treat people with warmth, receive things and. I just want to be steadfast. People are not equal in life. Some people go abroad to study abroad and show off in the grandstand. Some people face difficulties in life and are on the edge. I think I still understand suffering a little more. I understand the difficulty of getting sick but having no money to cure it very early. Some things will never be forgotten in my life and must be experienced. Life is awkward, bitter, separated relatives, dilapidated, mocked and bullied. If there must be a word to describe these lives, I just want to say: The only thing I can do is to cultivate my inner heart. Deep, let it contain all this, let me forget. For me, memory is poison, and it is the eternal pain of life. No one will always belong to himself, and no one will really understand another person. Because they live different lives and experience their own happiness and hardship. So, if you don’t understand me, I don’t blame you. I have undertaken some sufferings and shadows, but there is no limit to understanding. Therefore, I do not understand the pure and self-contained light printed on it, as Anne said. However, one day I will also have such intelligence. Understanding darkness is not only self-encouragement in heart and form, but also a desire to deceive oneself and others. With penetrating power, it cannot be repeated. The moonlight in the night before the Mid-Autumn Festival was cold, and it seemed that many years ago, I always remembered the moving. There was once a night when I waited for the moonlight together, which was a starting point of one day. At that time, I stood up and pulled open the curtain. The window flowers on the glass had nice lines and my fingers drew a small circle. Then the light stabbed into the room. At that time, I was moved only to share it with someone. Later, after a long time, I found that I was stupid at that time, and maybe I had more attachment to the emotion that I didn’t talk to others. Just like an old song, it is only suitable for a person to listen quietly. Affectionate and speechless, it seemed to hear the sigh of the old years in the space where the fingers were stretching. The words that were full of emotion at that time were settled down here, drawing a heavy ending. And those exiled people must also need their souls to return to their hometowns, so as to achieve perfect conversion. I will never come back to the places I have traveled, and I will never see the people I have seen. Sincerity and coldness confront each other, and we can’t tell where to go. In the story that time is heavy and we can’t bear it, we are innocent and old, and the ending is generally beautiful. The Moonlight makes you invisible. Which moment is yourself? Hear the night wind, broken. Longitudinal is waning. END Ann zi chen. 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…