The pen that has been put aside for a long time will ripple again

The pen that has been put aside for a long time will ripple again

The silent sky, the silent sky, the light rain flowers falling with the wind, dancing constantly in the wind, just like beating notes. Touching my heartstrings. The wind is so soft, and the rain is so lingering. Loose grass, green trees. They are sucking God’s milk to their heart’s content, stretching their delicate bodies. Feel the infinite feelings of raindrops. The swaying branches in the wind, and the drizzle beat, cast a burst of coolness. In a flash, crystal drops of water dropped from the leaves inadvertently! The rain hit the window lattice and woke up a broken dream. Stand up alone and put on the glasses, feeling a little ill. The purple swallow outside the window murmured in and out. Outside the sky, the world invited the wind to go far away, sighing the road ahead, and the boundless rain also worried. For so many years, I am happy and depressed, just like a cloud, wandering and swaying. I can’t help wandering in the Heart Lake of time. The ink behind the book always outlines the beauty of the future, while the expectation behind the eyes always seems to drop the painful rain, which drains the years and is covered with clothes! Life is just a painting. I like the richness of material. However, I pay more attention to the rich spiritual life. In my eyes, they are all pleasing pictures. I pursue perfection without regret, and also lament the incomplete beauty. I love the vastness of the sea, and also like the crystal clear water drops. I yearn for the vastness of the sky, and I am also content with the quietness of a room, in ordinary life, I can always feel the beauty of life from time to time, full of vitality, warmth and sweetness, romance and beauty. I am also moved and excited by these picturesque scenery in life from time to time, intoxicated! Whenever my mood is ups and downs, words are my only kind of tool that can uninstall such mood. Everyone who likes to squander words feels sensitive, like me, they often take their sharp tentacles and look for the feeling suitable for themselves in the sky of words, only in this way can you make your own words overflow with a real breath! I have been used to waking up in the morning every day, and everyone is typing the keyboard when sleeping, which has been transformed into my own life rules. Every day, I record my mood faithfully with the rhythm of the day, at the same time, I am also thinking about whether I should continue my life like this? Recently, due to busy work, I haven’t tapped the keyboard for a long time, releasing my mood one after another. Today, I picked up the long-standing pen and ink again, but my mind was disturbed. I don’t know what I want to write? To express? Recalling what I have experienced during this period of time, I want to record everything in words so as to leave some footprints in my life. When I look through the mood at this time again several years later, what kind of thoughts should it be? But I can’t write it out recently, and I want to say no. Maybe all the things I have experienced recently make me sigh with emotion about the helplessness in my life, right? Joys and sorrows, ups and downs! For so many years, I like writing, reading and smearing, which later developed into knocking and beating. Words are the transformation of language. In my mind, words are more logical and restrictive than language. Language can rise to words, which can not only express emotions, but also endow preciseness and solemnity! Writing words on the Internet is purely a hobby, while hobbies are relaxing and cozy. I hope to combine, spread and pile up the words and let the square characters spread all over the screen. At this time, the colorful Chinese characters were alive. She showed my inner world, my joys and sorrows, the joys and sorrows I saw in the world in a clear view, playing with me with words, the mood was released and satisfied. There are a lot of things in life, which are really lingering after careful recollection, emotional, trivial, past, realistic, folded, unfolded, life and work experiences, the experience of making friends and making friends is like a mood text, sometimes it is inevitable to write some sad words, which is also inevitable. As the saying goes, text mood, mood text! Today, when I look at the words I used to knock down with the keyboard again, my inexplicable palpitations, until now, I can’t recall what the I am looked like in front of the screen at that time, but when I faced these seemingly strange words again, my mood turned out to be so similar: My heart shook! At this time, a computer, a song and a person are quietly listening to the dialogue between heart and time. Sitting silently in front of the computer screen, listening to the footsteps of time quietly coming towards me. Tomorrow I will step into a new milestone of my life! Because of the nature of work, I like the feeling of quiet and light, and I always think that only light can be farther and longer. Only the light of night can send me a new clumsy pen for my writing space. What matters is not literary talent, but just a kind of mood and a kind of sustenance. Light melancholy, leisurely feelings. Light out, no trace but never destroyed. Feel the chaos in the online world, and feel the pink affection and cold mood. The slight friendship is very real and pure. Many times there is no need to bother to figure out each other’s thoughts, and everything will conform silently without saying anything. However, this kind of real and pure friendship can only be shown by childhood playmates and schoolmates when they were studying. After entering the society, there are plenty of marketplace in teahouses and life separated from books! The fragrance of ink was overflowing, and the clear and light words were flowing, which added a refreshing beauty to the hot summer invisibly. The Moonlight is like water, looking through my mind. The dew in the pond far away is crystal clear, just like the icy tears of the Yiren falling in the moonlight. Light, that’s the light. Facing the past, present and future, gently continue to arrange and combine your yearning with light taste. Ageless, light see hua fei hua Xie, indifferent time went wind drifting. Keep this faint feeling quietly and continue playing Weiqi on the Internet without knowing who the opponent is! I always hope that I am a decisive person, and I can never look back after turning around without a trace of nostalgia, and carry out firmly after making up my mind. But after all, I am still a coward. I often miss, regret, fantasy and irrelevant. Indulge in the past and cannot bear to leave. I like to be in a daze. I don’t need to see, listen or think at any time or on various occasions. I just feel my existence. This feeling often makes me addicted to it, I am extremely reluctant to break the static world, just like being bound by some kind of power, the world is still! I don’t want to look back on the road I have traveled; I don’t want to go back when I am busy; If I lose my mind, I can’t find a place to go and keep silent without words; at this time, I let my messy thoughts fly aimlessly, just waiting for me to sit up in a faint dream. Red Dream, past flower. All the stories are falling like fallen flowers, gradually moving away in memory, leaving pieces of red, scattered on the ground. Looking back suddenly, I finally realized that these residual red could no longer restore their original beauty, and their broken hearts could no longer be pieced together! I want to pick up the messy mood. I cut the light wind into the most beautiful dress, dancing neon like a fairy in summer. I am still wandering forward, sending you to the most beautiful scenery you want to reach. The road was rugged and muddy, and the dress was lightly lifted to prevent stains from being stained on the skirt. I like loneliness and lingering with words. My world, from then on, the sun is shining, and my years are blooming everywhere! Zhi Hua touches the rain and stands. Reading the flower language, I often recall the elegant rhythm in the cycle of four seasons. Looking at the beauty of the flowers, I am shocked by the beauty of its dark Bloom. In fact, I don’t have to admire the indulgence of the flowers, even if my heart is broken, still can make troubles in the years, gentle smile, still can smooth the chaos in the deep heart

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