Wind, I want to gently say to you

It is the season when cherry blossoms bloom again. Full sakura petals, with the warm sun in May whispering softly in the wind, I seem to have turned into a charming pink petal just last year today, you are the only netizen I left in the vast sea of Internet at first. I remember at that time, I just applied for this QQ number, and the chat started from that time. At the beginning, adding you was just because your name and signature of personality were flying and endowed with poetry, that is, the wind took the cloud away and I Am the Wind. You are a cloud, maybe you are a colorful cloud. In this way, we became netizens. And I can’t remember how long you have been silent in my chat box. During that time, my daughter went to college in other places. Apart from commuting and finishing housework, I used the Internet to fill the gap in my heart. I have added a lot of netizens, and I can’t talk until I say a few words. Delete, add, delete again, it is my common practice. I am more bored. Then, I thought of you again. I clearly remember that it was Sunday noon. The sky is not beautiful, and the rain is in succession, and drops are strung into regular silk threads, dancing in the empty sky. The wisps of slender rain were just like silk, gently tearing the dust in the sky. My mood is also like this weather. In the helpless mood, I opened QQ and clicked on your avatar, but you were still silent. My loss adds to the icing on the cake. Just when I hesitated and wanted to leave, your avatar finally flashed. I was delighted to knock the flying gray butterfly and saw: for the olive tree in my dream, don’t ask me where I came from. My hometown is far away, why are you wandering? Wandering in the distance, wandering in my heart, unconsciously surging a kind of unspeakable long-lost kindness. Time flies like a shuttle, singing together with the rain outside, ticking endlessly. I am also chewing the warmth that I have forgotten for many years. Since I saw your message, I know that you don’t surf the internet very much. While in my spare time, I like reading the words of space, reprinting articles that I think are superior, and no longer chatting with netizens. The days are like the spring water in the river, flowing murmingly, gone forever. I am also in such a time, waiting for the future I don’t know? Therefore, reading online texts is my only sustenance. On another sunny weekend, I turned on the computer as usual and watched Su’s vicissitudes prose “A Lotus waiting for love”. Just read a paragraph, I saw you. I very happy. You said: Hello, olive tree! I said: Hello, Feng! I’m glad to meet you. I also like Sanmao’s words, especially olive trees, so I left a message for you. I saw it, thank you Feng! This is the record of my first chat with you. You are totally different from others. No nonsense, clean and neat. The feeling you gave me was subtle and kind. There was an unspeakable mystery that attracted me unconsciously. Later, you found that I reprinted a lot of logs. I remember that after the article “man’s domineering and tenderness”, you wrote me a sentence: use your literary talent to write your own diary, feng likes reading, which is your humble encouragement. I gradually picked up the ink that has been put aside for more than ten years. I quietly put the gratitude and enthusiasm of the heavenly daughter spreading flowers in my heart. After your message, I wrote a Willow insert to prevent Chun from knowing that we are silently on the journey of life, create an eternal spring with your heart and pen! Later, I tried to write mood proses until today, such as listening to the spirit of rain, keeping that innocence, I am a drop of water lying in the spoon and so on, more than 200 articles. Despite stumbling, childish and clumsy, there are a lot of shortcomings. But you are patient to read every article, and you are not patient to pick up other words and sick sentences for me, or write your thoughts on my dialog box one by one. Every time I see those pertinent and sincere suggestions, the warmth in my heart is always pouring out, and the touching and gratitude are mixed in it. One year is not long in one’s life. But for me, it is different. This year, I was very happy and had a free and easy life. To be honest, there is also your factor, because you are an optimistic and sunny person, always infecting me imperceptibly. The saying, Usually, men have subjective initiative; Sound and the ring Qing,-shaped regular shadow straight. This is true, I firmly believe it. Although you have a relatively fixed and well-paid job, you are still not satisfied with the status quo. You have partnered with your old colleague to open a mid-range restaurant. However, due to unexpected changes in the middle, you have to exchange. During that time, you used it alone for several people, and you lost more than 20 Jin without losing weight. In this case, you are still happy. You said, “it doesn’t matter. If you work harder, you can save money and avoid disaster.” I admire your measurement and generosity from my heart. Now, you still do some other work after work and off work to earn more money to supplement your family. However, you spend a penny on yourself. You often wear work clothes, which is the same throughout the year. In the unit, you are a Communist Party member and also an advanced worker. You always actively participate in the Blackboard newspaper and painting exhibition of the labor union, and often win prizes. Although your time is very limited while you are busy, you always encourage and care for me. Every time around 22 o’clock in the evening, you should send me a rest on time! I saw the words, and felt like a little sun, which made my whole body warm and my heart sweet. At home or at work, if I encounter something unsatisfactory, I always like to write it down with a pen before I feel relieved. But you always like to be my first reader, analyzing and dealing with these haze in my heart timely and reasonably. I am always happy to get to know you and enjoy the wonderful time I share with you. Although I am still ashamed, I have not given you any practical help and strength. But you said: I am already very satisfied. I have learned to be strong and persistent from you. I can’t help being speechless. But casually looking up out of the window, the sky is still fine. May cherry blossoms are extremely enchanting, and those pink petals are still smiling. I am just like one of them. There are still many words in my heart, the wind, have you heard it? DEDECMS

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