Deep in the clouds and Waters, who is playing a song

Deep in the clouds and Waters, who is playing a song

The night was already very deep, and I heard the breeze knocking on the window. I, without sleepiness, just got up in clothes, looking for pen and paper, singing loneliness and heart words into words, and sending them to you far away. In fact, those who wanted to write to you for a long time didn’t write down for a long time just because they were worried and worried. It was you who opened the most beautiful window for me. The scenery outside the window was so charming, which made me intoxicated and taught me nostalgia. The warmth you left in my palm is the warmth I will never give up in this life. Your figure will never be blurred, because I have already portrayed the scenes where you and I meet in the deepest part of my heart. My heart and my love tell me that in this life, I can’t put your hands wrongly, I can’t let lovesickness become pain, and I can’t let pure emotions last only a river of broken dreams. Loneliness is like you, loneliness is like me. Many times, loneliness and loneliness, as far as you and me are concerned, may just be involuntarily trapped. Every day and night, I locked my heart in a unknown corner, and quietly performed the excellence of a person thousands of miles away. Under the green light and yellow scroll, there is always my lonely shadow. Pure beauty, for whom? In my heart, you have long been an eternal picture. No matter how time passes, this picture will never fade and be bright forever. Even though time and time pierced the mind of flowing clouds, even though happiness and laughter left Butterfly Dream Manor in cold, but because of this beautiful acquaintance, meeting, love, in every Ferry of my life, in every moment of time, there is always a touch of warmth. Looking forward to you for several times, you can know the lonely West Tower; How much Haggard, how much sigh? I am willing to dance with you in the world of mortals. I am swaying, a dream. I craze, a que song. Look up at the place where Feihong is returning to the Crow. Who can give a reply to the English saying? In the night when I was thinking about you, I couldn’t sleep alone. I accompanied the shadow, danced with the words, kept humming the song you once sang to me, and warmed myself with the former deep feelings. Most of the time, I look at your direction from afar. I would rather pick a cloud and send it to my dream than write ink easily. I am afraid that I am afraid of this strong yearning that cannot be melted, it will wet the purple notes on my desk inadvertently. The deeper the night is, the deeper the missing is. I have been reading you attentively, your mood, the point of sorrow behind your smile, and your thoughts in the wind. When I think of you, there are heartaches, sorrows, happiness and feelings. I don’t know what the future will be like? What will be the ending of our love? I just know that facing you, my heart always has an inexplicable throb. Leaving you, I always have a kind of lost sadness. If God gives me fate, I really just want to hold your hand and spend every season and every day with you. In this life, even if I can walk out of your sight and your world, how can I walk out of my endless miss for you? Your eyes, your breath, your smile and your appearance can be drawn clearly without closing my eyes. I really want to turn a lamp and release the light for you in the dark night; I really want to turn a wisp of wind and be attached by your side; I really want to turn a cloud and fall in front of your window; I really want to smile and stay on your face forever. Dear, I don’t want to see you drinking tears alone in the cold wind or seeing our dreams broken. On the road of love, it is enough to have warm memories. For you, no matter how lonely I am, I can hold on. In this life, you can forget my words, my worries, my smiles and even my faces, but, dear, you must remember that there is a woman in the south of the Yangtze River who is in the distance and has a heart of red beans, waiting for you on your way out of the world of mortals. 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…

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Teacher Zhu kexian, an Anhui poet, once wrote a poem: What I want/is the happiness with big pinholes. I agree that the more trivial happiness is, the more you can taste the taste of life. Because of BMW incense cars, Jinyi food is the happiness of a small number of people; The happiness of a large number of people is daily necessities, oil and salt, and parents are short. For ordinary people: buying a pot of flowers, drinking a pot of old wine, reading a favorite book, basking in the sun, holding the hands of relatives for a stroll are all happy. Happiness is the same. What I want is happiness with big needle eyes. Happiness is a rigid need and an indispensable taste in life. Throughout the Ages, many happiness with big pinholes have permeated the yellow years and soft hearts. Confucius once asked his disciples to talk about their personal ideals. Zilu said in a supercilious tone: give me a small country, and I will make it rich and powerful in less than three years; However, gongxihua said humbly: he just wanted to be a insignificant little emissary in the sacrifice, which Confucius said. Asked Zeng Dian, Zeng Dian was grooming. He put down her with a clam, and said neither supercilious nor supercilious: I think the happiest thing is in the late spring, I took a bath in Yishui with my bosom friend, and then climbed on the high platform, letting the late breeze dry my hair slowly. Confucius sighed: I and Dian Ye. It means: I agree with Zeng Dian’s point of view! It seems that the happiest thing is not to be in a high position, nor to be in a high position, but to open yourself, embrace nature, conform to your own mind, and the harmony between heaven and man! Jin Shengtan was famous for his humor. It was said that before he went to the execution ground, he calmed himself down and wrote a limerick for himself, which was both crying and laughing. He wrote about happiness and many kinds, but each of them is a common happiness, a kind of happiness that you and I have experienced but never cherished. I only remember one thing: He said that in the hot summer days, he sat under the tree with his head covered and killed a green watermelon. The inside was really red flesh and black, so he enjoyed it with joy. The joy of Zhang Han lies in his resignation for thousands of miles, just for the water shield perch in his hometown; The joy of Tao Yuanming lies in picking chrysanthemum in the East fence and holding wine in the thatched cottage, regardless of whether it is full of grass or sparse seedlings? The joy of Pine lies in Evergreen all the year round; The joy of bamboo lies in integrity and unrestrained; The joy of plum lies in being proud of the frost and snow; The joy of orchid lies in sticking to Qingfen. What kind of happiness is not the happiness with big needle eyes? What kind of happiness has never broken away from the shackles of money, fame and wealth? What I want is happiness with big needle eyes. No gold, no silver, as long as my heart is determined and I can smile, it is enough. Carrying fat green vegetables and stepping on the golden light of the sunset, it is happy to go home; Reading a favorite book in front of the window of the moon shadow and flowers is also happy; On the plastic track of the stadium, bathing in the slight night wind, walking a few circles, it is even more happy! My husband called me baby, I am happy, my mother called me old girl, I am happy; My daughter called me: Mother! I still happy! I don’t have a hardcover House, even a QQ car, a prominent position, and no safe deposit. But what can I do except myself, no one has the right to deprive me of my happiness. Everyone has the right to enjoy everything in the world. Sunshine is free, flowers are free, Moonlight is free, breeze, drizzle, snow and smile are free, I have got so much, what else to complain about? My little heart is filled with the love of relatives, friends and God. I am so happy, how can I not enjoy myself? I often think: On the day when I leave the world, I will not cry, but leave a smile, because I have received too much and there is no return, so I can only use one smile, return what the world once gave me, a lot of happiness with big needle eyes! The happiness with big needle eyes is the most warm enjoyment and possession in the world. It is a quiet path to happiness. Please approach it with gratitude and enjoy it. Happiness is a good medicine to cure fickleness, and it is just needed. 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…