My humble place (the other one)

Last night, I dreamed of my grandmother, who was very peaceful and warm, as if it was not a dream, but a reality. My dream is always full of sadness and tears after my grandmother just passed away. Later, it turned out to be fear and fear. Now it is as kind and real as daily life. When my body and mind are extremely exhausted, I fall asleep at night, and I will be comforted by fragrant dreams. After a long journey, I finally lived in a narrow hotel after a hard and difficult running. That night, I fell asleep as soon as I touched the pillow. That night, I dreamed of Grandma again. Therefore, I knew that it I am time to go home. Grandma, I’m tired. Grandma, let me go home with you tonight. It turns out that family affection can really surpass the boundary of life and death, convey love and hope to the living people, and give us the power to move forward. Once you say something about your missing, you will inevitably feel a little melodramatic. However, when it falls on paper, it will always feel superficial. Only silent in the former emperor, buried deep in the memory. It is the safest and most reliable existence. (Ii) my humble place the general appearance of life is not poverty and desolation, but wealth and abundance on the contrary. It is even an absurd luxury. Therefore, we always make our appearance bright and bright to cover our inner humbleness. Only primitive people agree that they are an animal and have the souls of leopord, Tiger, Eagle or lion. Primitive people combined themselves with nature, and they never wanted to conquer things. I just hope to live in harmony. As for their books, lions are spirits, Tigers symbolize reason, leopards symbolize life. I dare not tell my humble points easily, just as I can’t tell those beautiful things. Indeed, how many people dare to look directly into their hearts? We want to own, but we are afraid of losing. We want it, but we are afraid of giving. Human beings always suffer from gains and losses in this way, and suffer from the ups and downs of life. But you can’t watch the beauty of all living beings like birds, and have a vast heart like the sky without planting or accepting. I like wind, clouds, trees, lakes, grasslands and mountains. I live in nature and feel my humble places one by one. When I was lonely, my humbleness was even more exposed. I am afraid of loneliness. No one will like loneliness except God and beast. Some loneliness is wrong to say, and some loneliness will cause trouble if it is broken. So we can only keep silent, in the infinite time and space. I look down and look up for a lifetime. Smile and meditation solidified into a stone statue, between sadness and comfort, between dream and wake up, between you and me, fall, fall, falling whenever you look at the back of those people you once believed deeply, or hesitate to the indifferent attitude of the people you love deeply. You can try to put aside depression and think about this sentence. All people are an independent individual. Repeat this sentence in my heart twice, three times, or even more times. In fact, everyone is lonely. Time runs counter to memory, and the deep thoughts drop into tears. Looking back at the previous life, we will meet each other in this life. It will take several rounds and several rounds of kowtowing wishes to make Lotus a happy ferry. And every sentence I wrote down is not a confession of my mind. Every tear I shed is not the vibration of my heart. I dare not tell my humble points easily, just as I can’t tell those beautiful things. 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…

Memory, an unforgettable song

There will always be a pause in a song and a breakpoint in a memory. Now my thoughts are flying, wandering at the breakpoint of memory, pulling …… growing up is a very wonderful thing, which makes me learn to protect myself, but it is always scarred; it makes me learn to be strong, but it always makes me feel tired. What is the symbol of maturity? Can you laugh and cry, or cry and say regret? Is it to obliterate the innocence, or give up the seemingly ignorance at first? After a long time, when I recollected all my experiences, I finally realized that a person has a mature way, a person has a continuation of a person’s story, which is unique, and my destiny is E major. I don’t know what others think of me. I just want to live my own life. It is not groundless for me to tell my story so sad. I think my life is dramatic and ridiculous. I can’t control the confusion of my thoughts or my feelings. I always pursue and want to be a quiet person, but every time I end up quickly. I just want to live a simple and quiet life, but I can’t get what I want. Many previous ideas have been grinded by reality and become no longer angular. This is my past, whether I like it or not. Now I have a lot of negative emotions, which seem to be sentimental. In fact, they are euphemistic expressions of my true feelings. Everyone knows this and that truth, but it is just a problem that Xi is not used to changing. I don’t know whether this change is a kind of growth or betrayal to my past. I only know that I am not used to this kind of change. I feel that I am like a river, which originates from the ordinary land. Continuous running is my lifelong pursuit and the meaning of my life. Maybe the scenery on the way is beautiful and gorgeous, full of temptation and excitement. But as a river, I should have my own duty. Running is my endless life. I am a river, ignoring the blue clouds in the sky and the boundless Scenery of birds and flowers on both sides, but just running towards the direction of the sea blindly. I am eager for the courage of the sea and the surging waves, so I give up the joy and satisfaction for a moment, because I know that when facing the sea, the spring will bloom. I long for such flowers and a natural and unrestrained life. So I hope that I am such a river and can work hard for that kind of life. People like to recall, or how can I keep thinking about memories and chatter? Maybe it was in a certain afternoon, the moment when the light and shadow shook my eyes, or at a certain dusk, when the fallen leaves were floating for a moment, the inexplicable throb in my heart was the source of my memory. There is always a trance illusion, which can’t tell whether the people and things in these memories are my stories or others’ stories. Some people leave without returning, and some people leave and never meet again. If I were still in my memory, I could laugh wildly, cry happily, be heartless and enjoy it. If I were still that little boy, I wouldn’t feel that living is also a kind of decadence. In the past, I was unrestrained and presumptuous, and happy made me jealous. Maybe youth and beauty are always fleeting, we should not be too nostalgic, but it is because of the short-lived that it is beautiful, I recall it because of its beauty. Today, I look at the past through the fleeting years, and I never forget the simple smiling face at that time. Looking at the strange face, what I expected was the face in my memory. Looking at the bustling street, I imagined it was the corner of that summer, hiding my mind and secret. Now I am no longer the original me, is it changed by others or my own mind? I once recalled that I, the one who didn’t suffer any harm and persisted in believing in feelings, would raise the corners of my mouth. Thinking of that white shirt and those pure white boys and girls, there will always be a feeling of vicissitudes. How could it be? In just a few years, what has changed is the purity and happiness that can never be possessed again. Time is really terrible, gradually devouring our inherent youth and life like a fire snake. The pain like death is entangled between these losses and gains, wandering in forgetting and memory. If I were still me, I wouldn’t live like this. I wouldn’t let you lose those proud pure white so easily. I will try my best to keep that bright smiling face and that little me. But that’s just if, I am still me. The sky has been dark for too long, and the next stop is bright happiness. I will seize it. 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