Harmonica recalling

The Emerald harmonica, I don’t know what material it is, the shining golden copper sheet, the bright drop point, the structure of the wood block and the exquisite carving make people happy and desire to possess it, it is treasured by you. Every time you go out to play and walk away from home, you must hide it on your body and regard it as your hands and feet for fear that others will take it away. On the windowsill in the south of the house, your appearance is always indispensable every night, just as TV broadcast is indispensable every day. You held your breath, adjusted your posture and stared at the bamboo forest intently, just like a senior musician who played unconsciously. The little animals are moving, and the environment seems to make a sound of fighting against each other. I can’t remember clearly whether I have watched a series called swordsman or trample. You claim to play well and have a good voice. In fact, I always feel that no matter who plays the harmonica, even a weak person can play it, and your voice is like a duck, and it is not enough to give a free title called water duck. I am too lazy to tell you this, because the harmonica has always been occupied by you. You have a problem, but I think it is a disease. You are often like a ruffian who collects protection fees, holding a harmonica to show off in front of other people’s stalls. The purpose of your ghost is not to make others envy the harmonica, but to see you, taste your temperament, worship you have artistic cells? I remember an aunt who was interested in asking you how beautiful the harmonica was and where did she buy it. You have no conscience to answer others like this, saying that your father bought it at a high price at an auction on a business trip abroad. You lie like an impromptu speech, and you don’t have to make a draft. Your father is a native honest man with a low cultural level. The most literate person is only his own name, Mei Zili. He was big, with black and strong muscles. It was for others to carry and unload the bag. When did he get this bad job out of the country again? You have too many illnesses, which are more than the stars all over the sky at night. You can never count them, and you are still growing at the same time. Once, that was your favorite plaything. Now, I can have it without any effort, because you are dead, my brother. Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

Learning to let go

She is a good friend I have known for many years, and she has been together for many years. Maybe because of the similarity of personality, she always feels like appreciate each other. There are many things, there is no need to hide. As for her feelings, although they hid very well in the eyes of outsiders, these close friends around her were still in their eyes. In fact, there are only a few love stories. The perfect one is that you love him and he also loves you. When you love each other, you never owe anyone. However, the imperfect ones have various situations. Just like the description of happiness, the happiness in the world is the same, but unfortunately they are different. The same is true for the imperfection of love. There are only two reasons. The one you love does not love you, while the one you love is not the one you love. I still don’t understand why there are always so many mistakes, but I have to admit that it seems to be a hidden rule in the emotional world. She said that she was a stubborn girl. She didn’t think that a grudge girl was actually good in dealing with people and affairs. She was also popular, even if she was not a very familiar friend, the gentle character was also nodded by everyone. However, in the emotion we know, she really saw the stubbornness described by herself. Even the boy in those years had already basked in new happiness, she still couldn’t change those habits. A secret QQ number, without any information, is just used to add him as a friend and watch his mood, photos and logs every day. Happy with his happiness, and worried with his sorrow. Totally without the original personality and indifference, without the calm spirit of doing things. Others all feel helpless. What is worth thinking about? Since others have not set you within the scope of their eyes any more, there is nothing to be stubborn. But she said, stubbornness is a kind of disease. She clearly knew it was time to see a doctor and take medicine, but she was obsessed with the state of not being sober enough. It really makes people helpless, but they don’t have the heart to reprimand, but that kind of love pain is obviously breeding. Walking behind her, looking at the grudge girl in the past, she seemed to be silent a lot recently, and suddenly remembered the words of Zhang Xiaoxian: let down dignity, personality and stubbornness, it’s just because I can’t let that person go. It turns out that putting down is not a thing that can be completely decided by reason. In the emotional world, emotional factors are always controlling the rational elements. Maybe you know you shouldn’t do this, but you can’t put it down. That stubbornness, most of the time, is just, I can’t change the corner in my heart. Maybe one day, without so many regretful eyes and dissuading words, at a corner, you can suddenly realize at a certain moment. It turns out that it is just a turn. Putting down is never an easy thing. What’s more, it is to put down a period of inner thoughts and the beauty of the past. Because we can’t let that person go, we can only put down dignity, personality and stubbornness. All of them can be put down, but the only one can’t be put down. In one chat, she said that if one day she suddenly realized, she would run to a wide deserted seaside and shouted to herself: Hey, the naive self, goodbye. In a word, I laughed at several friends who felt sorry for her, and it seemed that I saw that happy girl again. Maybe, there is only such a turning point. After turning, everything will be suddenly changed. Perhaps, everyone needs to experience such a period of ignorance but helplessness. We attribute it to growth. Putting down learning is just like learning and growing up. It is not an overnight thing. What is needed is the wisdom accumulated by time. When one day the sun rises, maybe it is the moment when you stand in front of the window and see everything growing, you will suddenly realize. By then, putting down was no longer such a stubborn thing. 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…