On Old House

The rain keeps falling. The dream of sunshine and rain makes people so infatuated. Summer sky is always so annoying, there is no reason, that’s all. There is wind outside the window, patter, slow and urgent. The wind mixed with rain, slapping the window, making a rhythmic sound, so happy. Occasionally, after turning back, there are many high-rise buildings, suddenly thinking of you. When the memory fades gradually and becomes Autumn, missing is always Spreading. Everything about you is special to me. After a lot of time, I will still think of your face. The rain didn’t draw your face, and I was dizzy. On the day when the cloud saw the rain, the wind blew through and left me alone, leaving only missing. Every time I walk to the traffic, looking back, there is always no you. You are like an evaporated back, which is a play with no ending. We don’t look like a movie. I don’t see myself until people leave. The saddest and most beautiful thing is not leaving, but moving memories, which make people easily stand where they are and think they will go back. Only I know that beauty is worth giving everything for this happy feeling. Close your eyes and think of that old man, that scene. In the afternoon, the sunshine was not dazzling, and the child went home after school. The old man sat on the door, waiting for his grandson’s figure. In the distance, the children’s laughter came, and the old man knew it was time to cook. As usual, my grandson likes to eat the food she cooks. Let’s just eat pickled cabbage noodles. The old figure is busy. ”Grandma, I’m back ”. The child shouted naively. ”Come here, I will feed you ”. The child threw a schoolbag into the house, threw it into the old man’s arms and ate the delicious food made by the old man obediently. So warm, so touched. After dinner, it was still the same place where the old man held the child and taught him multiplication formula with books. ”One by one, one by two get two ‘. The child read aloud, ”one by one, one by two, two ”. The sky is still the same, look, there, what do you still want to say? The cup is already empty, what to use, melt the silence. Sighing in the cold air around turned into smoke, and all the past rolled into snowballs in my heart. I was afraid that tears would flow first before I spoke. Occasionally, come back to you. I am the only one left to recall. I am not who I was in those years. The world is changing and people are changing. What’s more, memories are not changing. Can you still go back? The rain stopped. The old house, my memory, made me infatuated. 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…

Wake up the sleeping dream

Wake up the sleeping dream

Twittering twittering, twittering, one after another, one more compact than one, one more resounding than one near the window, hanging the treetop. Ha ha, it is the bird that comes to wake up my sleeping dream. However, it is already cold in autumn and early in the morning, these birds are not afraid of freezing, which is really strange. Speaking of this, in the early morning, you can still enjoy the scenery while lying on the bed, listening to the singing of birds and the singing of wind, you really need to thank your husband for his unique vision and good choice of land purchase. However, on this cold autumn day, it had just been frozen after raining. How could these birds still hang on the treetop peacefully and sing leisurely. I looked at my son’s spare time when he was talking, he lifted a corner of the curtain and stared at the string outside the window. Be careful and don’t be scared. When I just finished recording for it, a little child will work hard. He is about to take out his mobile phone and press the button to prepare to record for the bird, I saw a flock of birds burst into a sound again, then they flew away without trace. Alas, it’s a pity that I can’t leave a memorial to the birds. It was also a burst of chatter, a slightly coarse and graceful voice, sometimes orderly and sometimes charming ringing, just like the music of the zither like the string of the pipa and the zither, even more birds would sing loudly, just like the roaring sound of small gong and bronze drum, which gave the birds the sound of harmony, rhyme and rhythm originally, it brings the rhythm and flute that are not neat, maybe this is a kind of natural True portrayal, and birds in the ecological green forest will also have different tunes. Birds are the same as people. Big birds have loud whistling tones, while small birds have low whistling tones, different birds will send out different flute songs and slogans of sound and rhyme. Things gather together and people are separated by groups. However, what are they roaring there? Is it laughter or pleasure, or worry about the cold wind on this cold autumn day? I am afraid that only birds can understand the language of birds, and people can understand human language. Today, it is already the third day of holiday and leisure. Early in the morning, the light rain outside the window was pattering, and the occasional wind jumped in from a string outside the window. Before I went out, I felt a biting cold wind. It’s easy to pick things up and get out of the outdoor, everything is still the same, except for the cloudy day, there is no sunshine, but when you are in a good mood, why do you care too much about that worry! 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…

Inspiration of secret

The night was already deep, and a few wisps of dark clouds occasionally drifted across the thick ink sky. Bright stars and bright moon depend on each other, just like water and fish in the river. At this time, a gust of cool wind blew, making the lonely feeling of body and mind follow the shadow. I closed my eyes quietly, listening to the swinging sound of leaves blown and scattered every time in that summer night, looking for the looming more precious than platinum. It seems very clear that the inspiration of creation is weaker than that of the initial youth. However, the years have washed my life insights, accumulated more creative experience and gained deeper life details and connotations, it is no longer just for writing some emotional stories of love and mysterious novel plots that exist in the world for a long time. Therefore, the creation brewed in the daytime and at night also became a kind of eternal constant for me. Someone asked me: what is the secret of inspiration? I will answer: night falls. In fact, no matter when, even if I write more in the daytime, I still think that the night is the best time to create. Because in the dead of night, no one will disturb himself, and there will be more space for imagination and more differences. I think the moon must be I am lucky goddess, because as long as I think of the moon, my inspiration will flow out continuously, so that the fantastic things in the dream will jump onto the paper, even if I wake up from the dream the next day, I still clearly remember every scene and every detailed plot extension; I think the stars must be my happy goddess, because as long as I think of the shining stars, my mood will enter a mysterious and desirable world with her appearance, just like an adventure in the center of the Earth; Of course, the breeze in the night and the feeling of darkness have contributed a lot, because without these wonderful atmosphere, the god’s reward of inspiration, which can be met but cannot be sought, will not admire me repeatedly. In fact, writing this article itself does not mean to write the secret of inspiration, but it also makes me have to say that inspiration is a mysterious thing. It seems that I saw a wonderful thing before and must share it with others. It was not long ago that I took a leisurely walk in an empty place. Occasionally I found the little belly worm cried, so I bought a bucket of instant noodles and ate it. While preparing to eat, I found a cat with white eyes like emerald stones walking towards me silently. Looking at its pitiful appearance, I couldn’t help cherishing it. It seemed to be female, so I called it Linda! I think Linda must have been hungry for several times. Otherwise, I haven’t uncovered the paper cover of instant noodles. Why does it stare at me quietly? It also gave me an idea: then give Linda some instant noodles. I wonder if it will eat fried noodles with any preservative? Aren’t they choosing people to eat fresh fish or other meals? Thinking, I picked a few strings of instant noodles with a fork and put them on the ground. I didn’t expect Linda to have a good appetite. Before I blinked my eyes, the instant noodles on the ground became air. I just brought a bottle of chili sauce, so I wanted to try it again to see if it also liked instant noodles with chili sauce. Unexpectedly, I added some to instant noodles, when the cat lady was sent there, she asked gently and never moved again. I was afraid that it was not blessed to share this delicious taste, so I brought these instant noodles soaked in chili sauce to the front of its eyes. Linda turned around either left or right, just like a picky baby, I just don’t eat it, which makes me somewhat confused. Later, when I consulted others, I realized that cats were disgusted with irritant things and would never eat them, which made me really ashamed. It seems that even cats know how to keep in good health in this era. If the food does not meet their appetite or has adverse reactions to themselves, they will not move, which is really Awesome! It seems that cats don’t want acne! I said with self-mockery, but I couldn’t help admiring the cat’s proper grasp of food choices every time I thought that people ate the food seasoning with great excitement. Thinking of this, my inspiration is also looming. I think maybe people’s health care is not really that difficult, maybe as long as we are less greedy for the stimulation of taste buds and more light, maybe green health is not that far away! It was late at night, Linda left quietly again. Although she came back several times, she sat alone in the place facing the moon. I sat on a chair, thinking about the future quietly; Linda also lay quietly beside my chair like a plush ball, without any intention of moving. Maybe we are all of the same type, that is, we are all night watchmen! In order to challenge life and find happiness in the future, I must think about life quietly at the beginning of the night; And in order to find a peaceful life, I am satisfied with tonight for the moment, linda doesn’t have to bother to find the familiar lifestyle in this strange city, and the bright moon becomes a cradle to enjoy life. 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…

On the Moon

After all, I have seen too many moons for decades. As for the moons, there are some words that can be said. It seems that there is no need to bring so many fireworks and dust colors, so that the words can be cleaned to set the tone and brushed off the ragged streets, from bending to semicircle and then to a full moon, it turned out to be a huge scene with a lot of processes. Wandering in many gentle ways, the bright luster accompanied quietly, and the long shadow was the moon’s mind. In many days with the moon, if you think about it carefully, maybe only the moon knows the loneliness best. The moon is on the Willow Tip, the moon is on the middle sky, the moon is hidden in the moon, and how many sleepless nights there were. It may be a luxury to look at the moon with heart. At least for the soul, our vulgar busyness seems to be too perfect. Sometimes we raise our faces, and that face will be tired for a day, either it is the end of the song, under the moon, the elegant mood seems to have been forgotten many years ago. In fact, the night is the longest. As long as you start to pay attention to the moon, you will know many details of the day. Although the moon in spring, summer, autumn and winter are different, that light is hard to change, just like a pair of sober eyes, I opened them in other people’s sleep, feeling the beauty of dreams and sighing the loneliness with the moon. I remembered that there were a lot of such ink in Gu Long’s book. One person told another that the plum blossom of this year was opened earlier. Another person looked at the distance quietly and agreed gently. Yes, there was another one last night, a total of 17. The author’s intention is obvious. A lonely person who counts plum blossoms certainly has some helplessness, but there are some lofty or melancholy of death faintly. Is it too boring to watch the moon count plum blossom? There must be many kinds of answers. I prefer to keep an elegant nobility in the earthly world because of my temperament, appreciating the moon and appreciating plum. A basin of clear water, a full moon in the water. This scene once appeared on a certain night. In order to like it, we moved the moon into the house. Sometimes it is difficult to understand what we do in others’ eyes. We often sit on the wooden floor on a whim, facing a basin and a moon, there will also be a pair of curved smiles in those eyes. When we are not young, when we recall things in our youth, our most direct actions are still sighing, calm appearance, fluctuating psychology, time is no longer there, only the moon is still there, from your reading it, when it comes to reading you, there are many silent memories in the heaven and earth, deep fragments and unconscious exchanges, all of which are the traces of time…. As for the moon, we don’t think about those daily necessities, oil and salt, and try our best to make some scenery. There are many troubles and noises in life. In the back of the moonlight, we can try to make ourselves calm and happy. Once before the flowers and under the moon, or before the bed, the bright moonlight, toast to invite the bright moon, the shadow into three people, and then to the moon there are cloudy and sunny, pity is also common, this matter is difficult to complete. At night with the moon, draw yourself quietly as another moon or the shadow of the moon. There is a pair of hands of Moonlight touching your mood, and a graceful feeling will come slowly, just as you are gradually calm and lonely. There is a lot of wealth in the world. If we are not rich, we still have the moon. I think this is a kind of romance. When the sun sets and the moon rises, everything is so harmonious and natural. In this background, the essence of life appears quietly, with numerous lights and charming scenes, everyone breathes and imagines freely in his own way. This era is good. The Moon is filled with the brilliance of peace. At least in the country where we live, flowers bloom and birds sing, you can choose peace and purity. Some emotions are related to the moon, which is the feeling of touching scenes and emotions. The ordinary moon may bend some old past events. The Moonlight is swaying like poetry and wine. At a very late night, we can watch the moon recklessly and describe the past and future. As for the moon, sometimes I am full of curiosity about it. In my eyes, it does not have a clear view of the sun, and always gives off some mysterious colors. It can be viewed without words, but it has a long lasting charm. Not every day there is a moon, once it comes to the night, it will be printed on your heart. 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…