The moon is full of autumn — today is my birthday again

The year before last, I spent the mid-autumn Festival in my hometown. I wrote down a poem about who would make the moon full and how to clear my sorrow. Last Mid-Autumn Festival was spent in Yongchang County in western Yunnan. After playing around Yunnan this year, I came to my hometown to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival again. There were a lot of words I wanted to write, but I couldn’t prepare them. Today there are disappointment, calmness and waves. It can be regarded as happiness and sadness. I finished dinner very early and ran out. The meal was very rough, but I didn’t mind at all. Mid-Autumn Festival is just a form, and my birthday is just a form, while I have waited for a form for more than ten years without formal realization. I had never had a birthday in a real sense, but I spent the mid-autumn Festival in various forms. Almost every time I was buried alone for one month. I don’t need cakes, candles, just a little mid-autumn Festival birthday feeling. I don’t like eating moon cakes. I only like eating pastry from my hometown. The water cake of Mid-Autumn Festival is more delicious than Jiahua moon cake in Kunming. When I just remembered the form, no one had ever thought of a birthday and Mid-Autumn Festival that I yearned for from the age of a little girl. My mother asked me: do you buy cakes today? I said: the cake shop owner has gone to the Mid-Autumn Festival. I don’t want a cake, why didn’t she ask me that ten years ago? Children from poor families don’t have cakes, I am children with relatively poor spirits, so they can’t afford cakes either. I gradually became numb afterwards. I hate the greasy and sweet cake. For many years, when the night of Mid-Autumn Festival comes, there has been a slight decadent thoughts. How many years of bad habits. It is suddenly sunny tonight, and there is no moon in the sky. Strange days. I suddenly thought of Su Dongpo’s moon, but I hope that people can live together for a long time. Dongpo’s hope is painful. If the sky is affectionate and the sky is old, the moon is full without hatred. Not neat down, not neat moon phase. A person who doesn’t like sorrow is a person with endless sorrow in words. I should have a happy birthday, then I will have a barbecue and a cold drink happily. Long Love, tear-breaking line, if the moon is not hurt, who is willing to sing for thousands of years. Long Love, broken sorrow Frost, left half a cup of pride and long love, the years after drinking the hot and cold. Lakes listen to feng yue loose, pitch Chiaki calmly. Mid-Autumn Yin hui yun between month, wanton Acacia singing. If Heaven is for peace, who will drink today’s month? May the moon grow in Kyushu and God bless China. May everyone have a happy family and cherish the full moon. 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…

Beautiful worried about

There are always too many concerns in life. Parents care about children, old people care about children, men care about women, wife care about husband care is an invisible red silk thread, invisible, touch; Care is deep affection, deep love; caring is a continuous knot of heart and a silent poem. Care is not born. Generally speaking, underage children don’t know much about it. Even if you are an adult and go to college, it is hard to understand the feeling of caring. I remembered that when I was 18 years old, I left my hometown to study in the city. My mother sent me to the bus station outside Wuli Road for a ride. It was already over 1 o’clock in the afternoon, and the car hadn’t arrived yet. My mother was afraid that I was hungry, so she hurried into the restaurant and bought some steamed stuffed buns for me with the few cents left after buying the ticket. I took the steamed stuffed bun passed by my mother, and it was wiped out just a few times. After I finished eating, I realized that my mother was still hungry. Before getting on the bus, my mother told me to wear cotton shoes when it was cold and not to let my feet suffer frostbite; She also asked me to fight for the villagers, study hard and serve the motherland. When the car started, my mother stood beside the car and waved to me. I saw my mother’s eyes filled with tears, but I didn’t think so. I felt very happy in my heart, because I finally went to the city to go to college, and finally I no longer worked in front of the loess back to the earth like my ancestors. I felt relaxed. My mother’s tears didn’t affect me too much. Later I realized that it was my mother’s concern for her son. In town reading, whenever summer and winter vacation home, mother happily from ear to ear. He asked me this and that. Sometimes I asked too many questions, so I complained: Mom, don’t worry about me. I am no longer a child. My mother smiled and said: This kid has really grown up. At that time, when I was young, I didn’t understand my parents’ nagging, which was just a little concerned. Later, when I was a husband and a father, I truly realized the meaning of caring. My son has been in high school for three years in No. 1 Middle School of Yueyang county. To say that the journey is not very long, he still cares too much about his son. Every Sunday, we took a bus to visit the child, brought him some fruits, accompanied him to have a meal, and sometimes put some money in his pocket. Later, my son went to college in Lanzhou, and I called him every weekend, asking him if he was not used to living in the northwest and whether the money was enough or not? In the autumn of the year before last, when hearing that my son fell down when he was in PE class, his face was badly hurt, and he did not wash his face for half a month, his parents felt really sour. My son has been in college for two and a half years. After several winter and summer vacations, his wife can’t stop talking. His son is a little unhappy when he listens too much. Sometimes he has to contradict his mother for a few words: you are finished, I am a college student, do you still want me to eat and dress? I laughed secretly aside. My son is just like the nagging I used to treat my mother. I appreciated my wife’s concern for my son, and at the same time, I also understood his dissatisfaction with my mother. Because he is still young, he is still a child, he lacks life experience, and he doesn’t know the concern of adults. When he was mature, when he was a husband and a father, he really understood what care was, and he also had little care for his relatives in his heart. A few years ago, a song named “the one who cares about you is me” once made singer Gao Linsheng famous overnight. This song has a beautiful melody, like a song or a complaint, which resonates strongly with the vast audience. Many years later, this song was still singing in the streets. Perhaps it is this song that expresses the aspirations of many people that makes them have such strong vitality. One concern, one feeling, one concern, one story, concern is the continuous pain in the soul! 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. 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…

A person’s day

A person’s life is always lazy. I open my eyes every day, open the curtains casually, raise my arms to cover the dazzling sunshine, and I feel it is a kind of happiness. After all, I am still alive. I came to this city built of reinforced concrete with unwillingness to fate, and made an expedition towards the world of spiritual belief. Tiangaodehou do not know, human initial. I twisted my body desperately, just wanting myself not to be easily corroded by the colorful life and then paralyzed. I only know that I am a woman, but I want to live like a man. Breaking off your fingers, all the past, youth time is not much. When youth passes away little by little, the notes of the soul are filled with sweat and bitterness. We, young people, used to spend as much as we could, and then spent the rest of our time desperately saving the time of being entertained by ourselves. With slender fingers to grasp the Gap of Time, helpless, it eventually lost to time. That is our youth! After all, I have left a series of firm and confused footprints. Hold the glass lightly, fill yesterday’s sadness and drink to the moon alone, swallow the stomach full of melancholy. Take the fleeting time and mess up the floating life. I remember that year, she often looked up at the sky and talked about her ideal with the Stars and the moon alone. Although she didn’t know what the ideal looked like at that time, she often heard people talking about it, so she thought it was cool to talk about it. Naive and innocent and lovely, I love that girl. In this year, she was easily captured by setbacks, changed her mind shamelessly and forgot the prototype of her ideal. She was complicated and looked ferocious instantly. I hated and loved her. Walking on the noisy street corner, looking around, it seemed that I couldn’t find a small position belonging to me. Red light, green light, yellow light. Stop, walk, wander. Passing vehicles and pedestrians shuttle through each other. They are actually the same as me. They are all a corner of this city and slaves of this city and life. Among these people, there are poor people, millions of rich people, and beggars who live on begging. Some people are experiencing the pain of losing their relatives, some are ecstatic about getting rich overnight, some are busy rushing for tomorrow’s meeting, and some are drinking coffee, listening to music and enjoying life, that’s Life. I am just a tiny dust in the desert, a small drop of water when the sea shoots waves and flowers. No matter sorrow and joy, pain or hardship, you must always stand up and accept all the baptism given by God. In our life, we can forget rights and honors, but the years we have experienced are unforgettable. Find out the past in the dusty memory and have a hangover, recalling the feelings and feelings at the beginning. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

About the smell of love

The story has been squandered by countless scissors and become a rare past, from the two ponytail to the fake young man’s short hair, to the lazy curly long hair now, more or less. Growth is probably the same. What is bumping is its essence. In this way, the vision which twists and turns in the present is just a picture scroll with the flavor of vintage. The process can be seen, but the flowers and plants have already become a little blurred, how could we remember those trivial meanings clearly if we didn’t read the articles in the diary carefully. Probably, it was also because when I came over, I could only see that the starting point was just like when the sun rose. How silent it was. It suddenly reminded me of the scene of Autumn Water sharing the same color of the sky, beauty and nostalgia at that moment, however, it is no longer at that moment. Sadness or happiness is no longer the problem we are facing at this moment. Although I don’t know what kind of weather will show tomorrow, at least I will walk step by step along the time automatically. It can’t be said that I pursue more progress or race against time. I feel that I can’t run it. It’s better to be synchronized. When I am busy, I will be nervous. Memory is not that simple. We have to learn to abandon those ignorance, gratitude or inexplicable moments of being loved that have not been tempered by years. Apart from those turbid tangles, accept the rare ideas given now frankly. You can remember every rhythm you walk, soothing and intense, which is what you want. This is a very confirmed fact. Bitter will have sweetness, sweet will also have light. Product water, cold and warm how to swallow belly storage. I cried and laughed. People who cared about it and nobody knew it were all written into the notebook and sealed up. However, at a certain moment, you will be caught off guard and naked, because you can’t compromise about love, and you have to imprison yourself so much. I remember that when I was a child, I felt the same feeling about a time when I cried and lied carelessly. Now I am eating a sweet cone with my best friend. We can’t be crossed, but when we grow up, we still continue the innocence and purity of being loved. I said, love is good. You said, yes, I have been stuck together for so many years. Friendship is mostly so Lingering. There is no need to promise that the sea is dry and the stone is rotten. Going on together is the everlasting of everyone. Some love, in the dead of night, is like a ray of quiet Aurora outside the window, which makes people excited. The friendship of the long stream of water should also be explored by rolling. We are very good, so what else can we do. A group of children, separated from space for a long time, scattered everywhere, no human form, familiar with only the smell attached to the body, warm, may be the touch of a word, the time of shopping together, the time of crazy together. However, the aftertaste did not disappear. I am talking about friendship. Like one’s best friend, one can pour out his whole life. In fact, the most difficult thing for me to say is love. After all, little kids will encounter true love, from playing to feeling to giving seriously. The determination of the standpoint cannot be changed at once. It may be that the process of love, injury, expectation and collapse makes people feel more and more awe. How great you are, what you want to do is not what you used to be. Simple love, real love, when you are in it, you will feel the changeable scene, which is very tempered and not worn out in a day. I was wondering whether the childhood childhood childhood could achieve the identity of a talented woman now. Yes, that is a magical fairy tale. No, it’s not surprising. It can be attributed to the bone of reality. I don’t know much about the feeling of love, and the parties will be more real after experiencing it. After saying that, we have grown up with each other in the same period of time, and the mixed stories have drawn the splendor of each other. The flowers bloom coquettish, and it is natural and quiet when falling down, only the fragrance exists. In fact, when Love Shines, we will still be happy and have no desire, that is, we are so pure, free and easy, and put the annoying things on the way that we won’t come back, let it spill down the flowers and plants on the roadside. Taste a moment of taste in love. Big or small, deep or shallow. Not bad, we are walking. Youth extends in the palm of your hand. What makes you dazzle yourself with a little scenery. Remember to cherish the people around me. I am still with you in my heart. At least you will not be so lonely. The aftertaste lies in the heart, because of growth, because of years, and those stories about love also need to be witnessed. 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…

Read You

Read You

On that day, I watched a string of square words slide down my eyes, thinking of the trace of true feelings behind the words. I, sitting in the coffee shop, was full of ideological trends, sighing the helplessness in the world. The Sky of thousands of miles is like a thick cotton-padded coat, which isolates the fierce sunshine from the common people. The gentle breeze blowing slowly, accompanied by the noise around, rolled up the heavy thoughts in the bottom of my heart. Read every heart word on the Internet casually and feel the mood of every author, as if he was in a corner without anyone, watching the performance of the story in the world quietly. No matter the slight sadness, the dripping sadness, the shallow nostalgia, or the deep thought, every heart word is the author’s painstaking work and the inner world that the author cannot vent in the ordinary life. However, the author is just like being alone, staring at the sky with his brows locked in the spotlight. Finally, I still fixed my eyes on the latest work you wrote to him. I have no intention to pry into your mood, but in the words, I saw your purple shirt dancing lightly, watching your tearful eyes staring at the sky blurry, letting pieces of fallen leaves slide over your side, let a little rain wet your shoulders. In the wind and dust, I saw your elegant long hair flying in the wind, which messed up your inner emotions and touched your heartstrings. Three thousand hair, like the noise of the world, one after another, like the waves rolling, forward and backward, dancing in the wind, dancing out of the past. While appreciating your new work carefully, the lingering concern in your heart is also hooked by your concern for him between the lines. I always thought that I would never miss her any more, but it turned out to be just a corner that was suppressed by me. I often wonder when I can read a piece of spiritual whispers she wrote for me; Perhaps, she never thinks about me. Your words will always resonate with me. Those sentimental feelings and those feelings that wanted to know the current situation of the other side grew slowly and stayed for a long time in the bottom of my heart, which happened to coincide with me. No matter it is a love song, a scene, a thing or some dates, they will relentlessly tease the hidden worries in the bottom of my heart. I can imagine the mood when you knock on the keyboard, and I can also feel the heartache and tearful memory of the past when you complete your words in one breath. I have also experienced that kind of taste. Reading your words, I will also cry. That is not only because of missing her, but also because of loving you. I seemed to hear the sound of your tears falling on the keyboard; I seemed to see your hands trembling ceaselessly. How I wish that when your heart is fragile, I can be with you, hurt you, love you, give you a shoulder to rely on, and give you a comforting hug. Many nights and mornings, I am immersed in your heart words one by one and feel your feelings. I try to understand you, and I want to be closer to you. I hope I can understand every touch and excitement of you from the punctuation marks which embellished the article with life. But I hope that I can understand your life and your emotions from those thoughts that leap into the ink. However, although you and I get to know each other because of words and know each other because of words, I have never been able to truly understand you. Every time I read your heart, my heart will always be filled with envy. In fact, being cared about by one person is a kind of happiness. However, why do the words of concern always talk with confidence when the other party can’t hear them? Therefore, I will cherish this moment, when I still have you, I will show my concern to you, care about you, appeal to you and show my love to you. I am lucky to have a corner in your heart where you can be stationed. I also know that a few years later, when you and I no longer contact, you will write your missing for me into sonorous words, telling your heart. I am more convinced that in my memory, your shadow will appear. If one day, I have to cut off contact with you, and I will search for your footprints in the Internet. Because, you have become a person I can’t let go. It is already difficult to understand yourself, let alone to understand a virtual you that is far away and never met. However, between you and me, there is endless care and compassion; Between you and me, in this vast sea of nets, it is like a boat cannot leave its sail, and the sail is neither boat nor martial art. Only by relying on each other can we successfully pass through the bumpy life 2012.08.03. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…

Does it snow there

Every morning, the naughty Beibei wakes me up by grasping my pillow with its small claws and the bell on its neck. Pushing the window to catch my eyes, wow!!! It snowed heavily! The vast expanse of white seems to be beautiful, for fear that the Earth will show its color and have a close contact with the Earth. The thick snow wraps the Earth tightly, and the snow pushes the branches very low, like a child who made mistakes, he drooped his head and remained motionless. There was no pedestrian on the road, only birds jumping and playing on the branches without any chill. Sing on the snow branches like musical notes, fly back and forth, and sing clear songs from time to time. The songs penetrate people’s hearts, intoxicating people and subduing their hearts. Seeing the white fairy tale world, my heart has been flying. At this time, my heart can’t stand the temptation and attraction of snow, and I want to enter this fairy tale world of beautiful snow eagerly. Appreciate its elegant demeanour. Feeling its warmth in its arms, he hurriedly took off his pajamas, changed into clothes, took Beibei, pulled up his bag and went out quickly. Beibei and I are running, playing and sucking the different air in this fairy tale world of snow. It feels good to throw ourselves into the embrace of snow!!!! Is it snowing there? Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

Youth, some pain

The silent night was filled with the unique flavor of the soul, and the overflowing thoughts were like being summoned and surging. At this time, there was no difference between opening eyes and closing eyes, and the jumping heart had already passed through by thought. Ignorant and happy childhood, sunny and sour youth, like a movie, constantly flash in my mind, scene by scene, lighting the smoke of emotion instantly. After a messy experience, I cut it constantly and got hurt. The passing time did not allow the Wanderer to be gentle again, but walked in front of him hurriedly. I thought that I had already wasted the journey of studying in a mess, and submerged in the ocean of books with the so-called upward pace every day. They didn’t ask about the outside Affairs of the window, but only went to the public expectations. However, it may be doomed that the heart of youth remains. I don’t know when to start dreaming. The Dream related to youth is very ignorant and ethereal. It is said that the young heart is very soft, even better than the spring water, because sometimes the young heart only needs one eye expression, even if it is casual, the ripples will not stop rippling. How can we understand the cause or effect of the social world without experiencing it. In the year when I was dancing like a young man, I was imprisoned in the book room, and lied to myself that I didn’t care who I looked like. One day, two days, one year and two years, the unfolded city wall finally collapsed in the long-term self-deception. However, everything today is no longer the past. From then on, the red dust faded and the Sea of Flowers lost. Without the earthshaking wail, the shuttle years continued to move forward. After going to college, I fell in love with the dark night, or looked far from the fence or leaned lightly against the bed head. No matter what the purpose was, it was so peaceful. Put down everything in the daytime, lurking in the night, quietly confronting yourself, confronting yourself in this fancy age. Thinking, it is hard for young people to quit fickleness and temptation is so ostentatious that they may be careful not to confuse beauty. But even if I did it, I stood under the roof of the University alone, watching the days withered like petals in my hands, and the dreams I once had broken one by one. Could it be that the reason why the cold window lasted for decades was to witness this ridiculous thing! Sometimes, things that are too precious can also make people think about insomnia, tossing and turning because they are unwilling to let the water flow in the mood of love. 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…

Look around

Walking on the street, I always like to look around. A pair of presbyopic eyes are full of surprise for this colorful world. It seems to be a very distant thing to say “go. Now I can only sit in a wheelchair and shake the handlebar laboriously, so that I am qualified to keep close contact with this vast world. When I said these words, I was a little depressed, but my dim eyes soon moved away from my skinny legs, and my eyes began to stretch wildly. It seems that I am trying to find something. Is it a smile of a small flower or a tranquil dance of grass? I can’t say clearly what I am looking for. If I really want to say it, I am looking for a figure that I have lost for many years. When I was very young, my mother said to me: you child, lying in the cradle with black eyes rolling around, looking here for a while, looking there for a while, you child can’t live in peace when you are young! My mother was right. I was not at ease when I was young, so I was full of infinite surprise for this colorful world. One summer, the grandfather with white beard said that before the liberation of the Tiger Mountain twenty miles away, there was a mysterious cave where many gold and silver treasures were hidden. So I disappeared silently in the village for three days and nights. I walked through the jungle of the strange tiger mountain for several days, but still couldn’t find the mysterious cave mentioned by Grandpa. I had to be disappointed and returned. My clothes were scratched by the tree stripes, and I almost came back naked. Seeing this, my mother hit me for the first time. She said as she hit me, “Why are you so stupid? When my mother hit me, I still conceived the mysterious cave filled with gold and silver treasures in my mind. I think if I really found that cave, I wouldn’t be greedy, so I took a piece of jewelry, so I could buy a lot of books and read it now. Now I shook and saw a very wonderful young girl with hair shawl, bright eyes and white teeth, and a young face permeated with the bright breath of spring. Such a wonderful girl makes me feel excited. I think who’s daughter? Why not my daughter? When I think of my daughter who has been separated for many years, my heart will ache faintly, and my turbid eyes will fade a little bit. I began to shake the wheelchair up the slope with full concentration. The slope was not very steep, but after shaking for a while, I was out of breath, and I couldn’t shake any more. The three wheels slipped back unwillingly. I think I will definitely fall off the wheelchair and hurt my residual legs twice. Maybe I will fall off a front tooth! Strangely, the wheelchair suddenly stopped going backwards, but continued to roll forward happily. When I went downhill, I saw Fei Fei, the girl who helped me push the wheelchair, running away with a red face. I was deeply moved in my heart. I want to be moved everywhere in this world. I think as long as I live, miracles may happen every day. I finally came to the Riverside, to be exact, it was me and wheelchair that came to the Riverside together. There is a towering ancient banyan tree along the river and a emerald grass. The river is flowing so carefree and gurgling. Looking around, the mountains on the opposite side are green, and there are some beautiful hazy curves. Looking at it, the corner of my eyes became a little wet, and a word suddenly jumped out of my mind: boundless. I think the wind in early spring at this moment must be teasing my silver threads and wrinkles all over my face, even spinning around the edge of my wound. But I couldn’t be sad. I had already passed the age of being sad in vain. I could only sit quietly or laugh loudly. My dim eyes were like countless soft feathers, landing slowly on the emerald grass. What amazed me was that although it was early spring in Jiangnan, I still saw a pair of blue butterflies dancing on the grass. What an incredible pair of blue butterflies that love each other? Should they be a pair of little angels sent by God? With such a beautiful thought, the scenery in front of us had a subtle poetic and picturesque feeling, which really became a landscape painting that could never be bored. As I said, I was full of infinite surprise to the world. I began to look around, and I was sure that I am had a clear and crystal heart in my childhood, leisurely walking through the long journey of life full of flowers. Just like now, I bent down hard and picked up a stone tablet from the ground. Then I swung my arms and threw it out. That piece of stone jumped on the river surface, making a string of beautiful white ripples, and then what? The stone tablets disappeared mysteriously. I am playing childhood games? That’s it! People say that I am the innocent and naughty old child, right? I stayed by the river in early spring for an afternoon and looked around for an afternoon. I found a lot of novel things, which filled my mind or blood like the fragrance of flowers. I am sure it is like this, or when I come back from the street, why do I keep dreaming at night? My dreams are continuous, and my dreams are sweet, just like countless slanting and transparent rain lines falling from the sky. I am sure that the ravines on my face will be much shallower when I open my eyes another morning. Should it be like this? Looking around, I am still childlike, unwilling to be lonely, let alone sink. 1700 words Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

This place of peace is my hometown

Recently, the sauna weather is so naughty that I don’t care about it for a long time. Sleepless at night, no appetite at daytime. Therefore, I imagined the cool and pleasant central air conditioner, the temptation of cold drinks and delicious food, and then I imagined a lot of money and the shyness of my own Passbook. I had no choice but to be upset and full of complaints. Therefore, when I saw people, I would always say something and be crazy. Therefore, I rode a bicycle and wandered around, hoping to find a place for that impetuous heart. Outside, there are luxury cars and bustling wine shops, which are full of light and wine, singing and dancing. Look at the ladies and girls wearing gold and silver jewelry, or holding lovable pubs in their arms, or holding hands with lovers or lovers, languishing. It is full of wealth and happiness. It will only increase my yearning for money. However, at that moment, my impetuous and dignified look cooled down by a squint of mine. On the edge of that rich crowd, an old man squatted in the shade by the road, with his knees as bed, his arms as pillow, his head lying on his arms and sleeping soundly, with two baskets of newly hatched chickens beside him, the noise of the car on the road and the sound of chickens around him didn’t affect his sleep unexpectedly. I thought maybe he was tired and didn’t know how far he came here, carrying two baskets of newly hatched chickens with a shoulder pole. Maybe he has already been used to being at ease. Maybe I told my friend what I had seen, and he should have been surprised. However, he was calm and silent. For a moment, he asked me: what on earth do you want? Money or love? Suddenly I didn’t know how to answer him, so I kept silent. For example, those women who were once very poor in my village went to the south to work, and soon they came back and became rich, if they betrayed their souls. Even if you have money, you will only live a life without personality. You and I didn’t pay like this, so it is natural that we are poorer than them. He paused: For another example, some young men in villages and towns here didn’t have any money the day before yesterday. Half a year later, they drove hundreds of thousands of cars. Why? What he did with the money may be life-threatening. I didn’t do it, so it doesn’t matter if I am poor, but I have personality. He looked at the distance thoughtfully: Are you willing to have the enjoyment gained from the seller’s personality and soul? So, you understand now why the old man selling chickens you just mentioned can still fall asleep in the noisy noise. He relies on his own labor, and it is God’s will to earn more and less, but it is what he really earns by paying his own labor force. Therefore, he is calm in any environment and anywhere. If you really rely on your own labor to earn money, you may not get good results in a short period of time, or even you will not be rich and expensive all your life. However, you can face your conscience, your personality and your dignity calmly. I suddenly realized that the noblest person is a person regardless of fame and wealth. -Won disliked, is not sorrow. Therefore, there is the spirit of Qiankun. Stand, can be mighty. Sitting, can be firm. Walk, can be natural and unrestrained. Lying, you can feel at ease. Only in this way can we enjoy the clouds and clouds happily, feel the sunrise and sunset happily, and be quiet and complacent. Then I thought of Su Shi’s Dingfeng. I often admire the world for cutting Jade Lang, and the heaven should beg for some crisp mothers. The song of Qing Dynasty is made by oneself, and the wind blows, the snow flies and the sea becomes cool. Wanli return years less, smile and laugh when Judah Dailing Mei Xiang. How bad should Lingnan be? But he said: this place of peace is my hometown. This place of peace is my hometown. Just a few words made the serenity and indifference of rounu, wise and open-minded. As early as in the Northern Song Dynasty, rounu had such a mind after his five-year relegation. What’s more, our generation had no worries about food and clothing, and they were so impetuous and empty without the central air conditioner. They were really sweating. Quiet open-minded, happy-go-lucky. It is quite unreasonable and reasonable. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

[Original prose] I dare not miss you

I dare not listen to the rhythm of summer rain attentively. It is so harmonious, so cool, so pleasant. I am afraid that the sunshine will break away from the fetters of rain clouds, and the lingering summer rain will only leave a moist place, which makes me think hard in the boredom after the rain. I dare not miss you. I am afraid that you will come and go in a hurry like this summer rain, leaving only endless lovesickness. In the sleepless night, my appearance will grow old little by little. I dare not face up to the beauty of Chinese rose. Layers of petals, overflowing with soft fragrance, polish all emotions into the temptation full of gravity, make bees and butterflies stop, and make the noctilucent sing happily. I afraid autumn wind kiss, under all over the sky petals, in cold desolate winter night, 1.1 points ablation, as years of waiting, leaving only gorgeous dream, let me in the unreal dream hope. I dare not miss you. I am afraid that you will break my missing into pieces like this delicate and charming rose flower, which will make my body disappear little by little in the boundless expectation. I dare not to explore how many red beans are born in the south, and how many branches are sent in spring. May you pick more, this thing is the most lovesick. The context of this poem. I am afraid that this red bean, which is filled with eternal thoughts, will take root and sprout in the river of time, and make intoxicating wine. I will use love to anaesthetize my nerves a little bit, and see the night turning into day, with tears streaming down my mind. I dare not miss you. I am afraid that you will write an aria of love just like the red bean broadcasting love. I will slowly immerse my soul in the singing of poets and poets and put my thoughts into it, my will is destroyed bit by bit. I dare not miss you, but only bury my thoughts deep in my heart. I watched the clouds and Shu in front of the court, however, what I saw was your brilliant smile; I listened to the patter of the rain in the rainy night, but what I heard was your murmur; I felt the rapidness of the river by the Riverside, but what I felt was your vivid breath. Your past lives and my past lives are doomed to be just encounters in each other’s lives. You are a clear full moon when I was lonely, I am a painting on the closing fan in your hand. After thousands of mountains and rivers, I was destined to pass by at that moment. I dare not miss you, but I often think of you! 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. 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…