Month: August 2014

“Drunk Pipal

I thought that tonight, the fireworks were so colorful that I could still keep the clear memory of the last moment. Just open QQ, a line of poisoned words, heart is like a knife, all thoughts are gray. Outside the window, the wind was blowing and the rain was cold. Lightning hit my chest, burning my panic thoughts. Full of grief and indignation, like a rock pressing on my heart, almost stagnant my life, no longer breathing. On the birthday night, I only have sad memories left. Time cycle, looking back, the Spring and Autumn period of thirty-three years, a dream, a whole body of sin, a lifetime of sin. Who is right and who is wrong, who is right and who is wrong, are not all my sins. My sin is punished by heaven and earth. How can you deprive the only dignity in my body. You don’t know, that sin is my trembling memory, and how many nights of dreams I have behind that sin. Men also shed tears. Tears tonight are not for you but for punishing their sins. Life is a game, if you have to win who loses, tonight, I lost, lost in my sin. On a cold rainy night, I was just a clown jumping on the beam, unable to remove the disguised faces of the stage of life. It seems to laugh or cry. It rains at night and is confused. How happy is life. Conceited a lofty sentiments, just because you are soft, but it is difficult to make a trip, but you don’t understand my heart. Heartless and heartless, I was even speechless. At the end of the road, I was no longer sad because of the bleak curtain call. Like a ghost, like a devil, like an evil, like a evil, the goodness fades, and the body without soul is achieved. In this life, ten sins are the sins I have committed. Sin in previous life, sin in this life, life with chains will not be beautiful. Looking up to the sky, I don’t know whether it is howling or howling, and my heart knows. You planted resentment in my world, I am opium poppy of your life. I atonement in your world, and you completely smashed me. Don’t threaten my heart with the fragility of life any more. My heart is broken. After all, it is empty, a lifetime of sin, a whole body of sin, but life is drunk. What Fear do you have when you die on the Naihe bridge. Drink Meng potang. I don’t know you in this life and next life. I will punish my sin. Am I not your sin?

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Such as water day

[Introduction] go out for a walk. Watch the Yangliu Yiyi River clear, and couple pass. Seeing a couple full of silver hair stunned, so quiet and so warm, in the gentle eyes full of love and love for a lifetime.

She was woken up by her daughter’s crying in the morning. She was always crying these two days and didn’t want to go to kindergarten. On the first day of her kindergarten, the teacher sued her for beating other children. I really don’t know how she combined the genes of her father and me skillfully. There was such an incredible variation: a little girl stepped on flowers and trees, and chased after small animals, when she saw a little child, she would beat him. When she saw a beautiful aunt, she said she was a snake demon. She wanted to be a Huludao spitting water and fire to wipe them out. When she saw a bigger boy, she said she was Altman, I, a mother who is honored as a human soul engineer, can’t make a good project of my daughter’s soul, her peremptory behaviour has never existed in our family for several generations! After being sent to the kindergarten for a few days, the smoke at home was gone, and she was much more obedient, but she cried and didn’t want to go these two days. Maybe it was the strange environment and narrow space that made her domineering unable to be put into use. Seeing her crying sad, she couldn’t help feeling distressed. She was not allowed to go. I didn’t want her young heart to be hurt, bully it. But her father said that she might not adapt to it. Every child would cry for a while when he went to kindergarten. After a period of time, he would get better and always go to kindergarten. Right, I really don’t know what to do with my daughter. Seeing my daughter off, I couldn’t pick up a book from a table. At this time of last year, I bought a bunch of books for postgraduate entrance examination with great ambition, with a dream, keeping a lonely life, pursuing how many hardships and sufferings on the road, and telling myself to insist on not giving up, and closed their doors and windows studying Year. After all, time went by and lost to the best places and people in the ivory tower. Although I knew that I was not afraid of loneliness and loneliness most afraid of no goal and no hope, I didn’t have the courage to fight again at this time. Turn on the computer and look at the news. It is either flooding or earthquake that tells the revenge of nature on human beings. It is not robbery and murder or corruption and bribery that reflects the gloomy game of society. After all, it is clear that life cannot be played or played; chatting, the more you talk, the more boring you are. Go to the literature website to read articles. How good the articles written by others are, and they also want to start writing, only to find that their language is so poor that they can only write some calm and plain words, even I couldn’t impress myself how to infect others. The novel which had been thinking hard for several days just started, but I didn’t know how to design the details well. Forget it. When entering a group, the elder sisters, younger sisters, brothers and younger brothers all talked about the people and things in their circle, and finally the outsiders could not interrupt and quit. Watching TV, Qiong Yao’s “see a curtain of dreams again”, which is making a comeback, love and hate. After watching scolding, you still need to watch it. The love was deep and rainy. It was so thick. Between the water and clouds, the colorful clouds flew, and the green grass beside the River didn’t know where there were so many romantic princes and princesses who were out of touch with the world. There were so many falling days and waves, and. She was really a master of romance and love. She performed twists and turns and bizarre stories in different ways, making a lot of tears and exclamation. Ordinary people, I want to eat, sleep and work, love a plain life. However, it can also arouse some emotions. What is the guy calling my baby’s heart all day long? There is no news for several days. You always laugh at me who loves him so much, but at this moment there is a trace of concern. Human beings are really special animals with wonderful emotions. Let’s go out for a walk, and see the yangliuyi River clear, a couple of lovers pass. Seeing a couple full of silver hair stunned, so quiet and so warm, in the gentle eyes full of love and love for a lifetime. The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you, until you are too old to go anywhere, you still regard me as a treasure in your hands. This should be the most vivid romance! The harsh sound of motorcycle brake brought my eyes to the center of the road, so the quarrel began. I ‘d better leave early. Eat, take a bath, wash clothes, and coax my daughter to sleep. One night without dreams, another morning begins. Days are like water, and days like water slip through my forehead quietly, leaving only shallow traces.

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“Desire for rain” of city mood

Between streets, I have been walking alone indifferent. In the day and night of the time, the emotional anxiety is like the air in the sunshine and the sunshine in the air, colorless, odorless, transparent, connected into a whole, natural. Including my feeling of changing seasons, it seems numb and dull. In fact, the spring surrounding the city has already been in the warm dark night, quietly permeating the parks and ancient forest shade in the urban area, it just feels like I am at a loss when I walk on the cross street every day. The noisy streets, the rolling smoke, the dazzling of money and the stirring of beauty, the spring was interspersed and divided by countless streets in the city, and finally lost like me at a loss! After a long time, I was just like me, unhappy all day long. I had no choice but to stay on the branch. I couldn’t help seeing myself covered in new green, and I was totally disrecognized by the dust and grease in the marketplace. Of course, spring would not sigh, and there was a kind of incomparably powerful self-innovation power in her boundless empty arms. And I, struggling to fall, only a trace of dream-like hope. I hope there will be a rain, in this dark night of life recovery, like the footsteps of countless savers, kind and dense, as well as countless fine tentacles of Creeper, with the guidance of the rain Road, get into my heart with all kinds of tastes! Let me listen carefully in the rain, which is the call of my parents falling from the sky, the Song of Youth, the reflection of the moon in the water of the old house, the crackling sound of grass carp diving was eager for rain, and the spring night I sat alone suddenly came. The roaring of the wanton window was washed freely in my dream. It will brighten the spring of the city and wash away the depression that I have been feeling for a long time. In the memory guided by the rain, wake up, cheer up and rebuild a brand new self.

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Love disappears at the moment of turning around and leaving

[Introduction] on the snowy days, I was delighted with the white and quiet, but my heart was still thick and pale. In the season of pink and pink, pear white and snow, and Yingge singing and dancing, this pale and bright color was not smeared at all, and my heart was so calm that it could not shake any ripples. When we get to know each other, one eye tells all the words, and one smile is doomed to be inseparable in this life. When we parted, we didn’t say goodbye to each other with deep feelings, and turned around and became yesterday forever. When I turned around with tears, I couldn’t even say goodbye, because I was afraid that I would never see again after saying goodbye. I didn’t say goodbye because I still wanted to see again, although I knew that I would never see again. Love is never right or wrong, only deep or shallow love. Love doesn’t matter betrayal, only love or not. Buddha said, looking back for 500 times in the previous life, it was only in exchange for passing by in this life. Stay half sober stay half drunk that is the beauty of life, if you can be willing to love life, drunk life, never sober. Love, dispersed, once with love through the bustling four seasons, through the sun, moon and stars, through the wind, Frost, rain and snow, through the beautiful moments, but finally through the barren, through the sand dune, leave an empty city and stick to a dream. People who have loved each other are hard to be friends after breaking up. Goodbye often passes by without any hesitation and don’t want to say a word. Maybe because love is so deep that it cannot be uprooted, it is impossible to completely forget the traces of love. Maybe this kind of love is destined to be obsessed and entangled for a lifetime. Maybe I will always love like this, but I will never look back. Love, in fact, is so simple and lovely, no need to pour out, no need to be together, no need to tie up, just need to put it in my heart silently miss, no complaints, no hatred, no desire, as long as you live better than me. The life without love is back to the past. The waves are as calm as a pool of stagnant water, with the scars of the soul, accompanied by words every day, and always fell in love with sadness, which has become the whole of daily life. Sometimes I tried hard to run towards the place where the sun rose and wanted to find the direction of happiness, but I always fell heavily on the ground and buried my head deep in the tears. You can escape the sad figure, but you can’t escape the tenderness of love. Sometimes the two people who love each other are just two stars in the sky that have a short intersection. After shining, they will miss forever. Quiet for a long time, precipitation for a long time. Try to make your heart run away, feel the warmth of sunshine, accept the moisture of rain and dew, and accept the refreshing touch of the wind. However, the sunshine is too dazzling, the rain and dew are too humid, and the wind is too bleak. On the day of snow flowers, I was delighted with the white and quiet, but my heart was still thick and pale. In the season of pink and pink, pear white and snow, and Yingge singing and dancing, this pale and bright color was not smeared at all, and my heart was so calm that it could not shake any ripples. Maybe it was once difficult for the sea to be water, maybe it was not even a thousand sails, maybe it was too beautiful, maybe it was too good, maybe it was meaningless, Love had already left. Although the fate was over, he stubbornly refused to face the reality and foolishly thought that miracles would happen. When thinking through the pain, we can no longer live in the dark corner for love, wait for the old life for love, dream beautiful and distant for love, and make ourselves lonely and helpless for love. Gently call the person I love most in this life, will the road I have traveled, the song I have sung, and the hand I have held be remembered forever? And the happiness of love has already been fixed in that warm afternoon of early winter, stretching in the quiet and quiet mountain, soaking in the lingering rain, engraved in the warm palm held. Love disappears at the moment of turning around and leaving. If you can choose, people are willing to spend the rest of their lives in exchange for another encounter with love, and find their own blue sea and blue sky with a full life of happiness.

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Waiting

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Malian fragrance

I often think like this: if there was no summer and no horse Lotus, what would my life track be? Destiny always creates people with that thought! When I was just in junior high school, I was obsessed with novels. The space of life and study is completely filled by novels, which can be imagined. How terrible my image should be in the teachers’ mind, and there are at least seven or eight novels torn up after being captured by them. But I didn’t know how to regret, and I was more presumptuous. I was cynical and broke the jar all day. The teachers had long thought that I was hopeless and let myself die. In this way, until the middle of the second semester of the second year of junior high school, the shocking results really made me feel desperate. Just at this time, an intern from a normal college took the place of our Chinese class. The intern teacher was a girl in her early twenties, with a pair of talking eyes, clear and elegant, just like lotus in the water. Her arrival was like the spring breeze blowing her face, sweeping away the dull atmosphere of Chinese lessons in the past. The praises of my classmates were endless. However, I was careless and hard to change my character. I didn’t change until one afternoon more than a week later. That afternoon. Scorching sun, air seems stagnation. The doors and windows of the classroom were wide open, but they were still tightly covered by irritation and suffocation. The sweet and soft voice of the intern teacher could not support the sleepy and shaking heads one by one. The teacher had no choice but to smile bitterly. At that time, I was burying my head under the desk, playing with a large bunch of horse lotus flowers picked at noon. The blue petals and refreshing fragrance in the purple of horse Lotus floated around me, which made my mind fly. I don’t know when the teacher has stood in front of me. My defiant manner did not arouse her rage. She just smiled brightly, took the flower in my hand and looked at it for a while, sniffed and said: What a beautiful flower, how fragrant! You are a child who loves flowers, and you must have a beautiful and fantastic heart. A poetic ideal, do you have the heart to own this bunch of flowers alone, rather than bring fragrance to more people? After listening to her words, I bowed my head in shame. The teacher quickly stepped onto the platform: Classmates, Xiaoyu picked a handful of delicate and fragrant horse lotus flowers, which can refresh the body and stimulate vitality. Next, we welcome Xiao Yu to share flowers for everyone with warm applause. Let’s share the gift of nature and Xiao Yu’s poetic heart! After that, the teacher took the lead in clapping. Then, a thunderous applause flooded me. But I sat motionlessly and dared not to step forward. The teacher’s eyes full of trust and encouragement stared at me for a long time. Finally, I walked up for a while with my heavy legs and flowers in my hands, the classroom was boiling, flowers flew, the room was filled with fragrance, and laughter continued. Flowing flowers enveloped me like colorful halo, and I seemed to feel the dignity of being a human being and the warmth I had never seen for a long time. The classmates had already been delighted, sweeping away their drowsiness and fatigue. After the flowers were finished, I returned to my seat with another warm applause from everyone. The teacher began to give lectures, and the magnet-like voice attracted me firmly. Since then, my classmates no longer alienated me, and I found my path again. As long as the intern teacher entered the classroom, clusters of beautiful horselotus flowers flashed in front of my eyes. I seemed to smell her unique fragrance. The Intern teacher left later, and finally I stepped onto the sacred platform, she became a glorious teacher of the people. Her bright smile and sincere encouragement saved the hopeless me. On our journey of life, such smiles and agitation seem to be too stingy! For a desperate student, was that class and even that summer the brightest moment in his life? But what the internship teacher gave was not sunshine, rain and dew, or even the most perfect season?

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

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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…

My thoughts under time

Silence, unable to measure this city, with the warmth I had never expected, but still strange. I attach my ideal and the last youth time here, hoping that they can find the essence of their own life vigorously and actively here. But I know that I only belong here temporarily, but I will never blend in its fast-paced blood. Its prosperity is beyond my reach. II. The sky outside the floating window is my favorite color, pure and transparent blue, like a sea, warm, hiding tragedy and original intention, leaving only lengthy thoughts about thoughts. Sitting by the window in the classroom, the wind blows in slanting, and there is a lively atmosphere in the air, which lasts for a long time. Think about it for a long time. I didn’t remember some things and some people when I didn’t belong to myself. Recently, I always feel that time has suddenly become very fast. Maybe it is because I am infected with the quality of some charm, such as my blindness to the future, so I am confused, as a result, I didn’t change the rules and many spiritual outer edges without reason, and many things became the default state, like my obedience and compromise to life. In fact, everyone has his own stubborn nature, making himself strong and fearless. But in the years of growth, what was wasted by time lost its edges and corners, became smooth, learned to live in the world, and gave myself peace. That’s all. Third, the end of the world is like a dream, like a dreamy moon, like a distant flower. Brother, these days, you are the main melody of my missing. For you, I have begun to realize that I am doing something stupid but unable to stop myself. As for our marks and ideas, I try my best to keep them in mind and remember them in my heart. I know that all happiness is inevitable from the pain we will bear when we recall in the future, and we are all happy and carefree in the days we meet, not to mention parting, even at the moment of waving our hands, I also want to say goodbye stubbornly. In fact, everyone knows that our vow can’t reach the time after all, and what I can do is to think of our past quietly when I am lonely and frustrated, light and vague, it seems that you are across the mountain and across the sea… IV. Thoughts sometimes, it takes courage to leave a place, and no one can speculate that he is open-minded and entangled in the road ahead. Only when you leave and meet, can you know that the established life is a fixed number that cannot be controlled. You can neither change it deliberately nor follow the rules. You have to try. After that, even if you fail, no complaints or regrets. A lot of happiness is just passing through the clouds. If you don’t have time to collect all of them, it will fade at the corner of the light and shadow Time, which makes you unable to recall and forget. We can’t go ahead peacefully, and we can’t remember. However, it will break into your dream like an iron horse Glacier in many astonished nights. Murmured, murmured, distant, as if someone accidentally forgot the secret in childhood, grew into a lie crazily in the long time of years, without cheating,, it also eliminates the warmth of nostalgia..

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…

If one day

[Introduction] San Mao, Zhang Ailing, two people who make me moved, will not change anything about me or what I will change because of them. Occasionally, I think of living in words. I am still in the real world, I am alive now, I am still alive, I will not die.

After calling a friend yesterday, I thought of San Mao for no reason. All the books I have read are scattered like clouds, but there is a kind of emotion that just stays in this woman who likes desert. Feel her strong love for life, feel her running home with a little sweetness, feel the real Sahara in her works, feel everything about her and Jose, feel the fragmentation after she lost Jose, I even felt why she chose to leave and what a long-haired woman who was determined by the wind and dust. Occasionally when I met a woman when I was shopping, my eyes were so inexplicably attracted. San Mao was just that kind of temperament, so I couldn’t help looking at her again. Thinking in her heart, she must not leave like her. Once I went shopping with my friend and saw the Russian doll on the shelf, I thought of San Mao in my mind. She also had such a Russian doll, and then gave it to others heartbroken, how happy it would be if she saw these, and it seemed that she was excited to see her staying in a certain store, and the babies were waiting for her to find them happily in the corner. She always couldn’t help heartbreaking when reading her words, but because she liked it, she could not bear to read it. Thinking of her, there was still a hint of heartbreaking, Jose, Sahara, and death. I have thought about death for countless times, and all kinds of ways to die, which one is beautiful, which one does not hurt, and which one has dignity. I kept thinking about it since I was a child. Later, a relative passed away, thinking of myself waking up in tears at night. At that time, I realized that death was not a matter of one person, and the dead was a kind of relief, but the living endured the torture of parting. I love my family, my parents and younger brother, and I am willing to love them with my life. And those who care about me, I can’t bear them being hit because of me. So I don’t often think of death. It was another 2011-day reincarnation marked as 365. I was pushed forward helplessly. Thinking of the future, it was a torment for me, I don’t know whether it will consume the final courage. I thought of death again, but I am still alive. Yes, I am still alive, but I still cannot bear to let those who care about me feel heartbroken, because I still love them so much. Maybe I can be like Zhang Ailing, In a foreign country, an old man quietly stopped breathing in the apartment wearing cheongsam. San Mao and Zhang Ailing, two people who moved me, would not change anything about me or what I would change because of them. They occasionally thought of living in words. I am still in the real world, I am alive now, I am still alive, I will not die.

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…

Lost

[Introduction] I thought it could always be like this. A person should live when he should live and die when he should die. There is nothing to remember. Finally, when tears turn into palm prints of your palm, I understand, the feelings that can warm the heart are always in your hands. You make me laugh and cry. I am Qiao Sen is a ghost who can’t see tomorrow. Living in the seemingly indestructible shell of the city, he often has some ambiguous and hazy dreams. Love is like butterfly flying around you, bypassing my eyes, I began to spare no effort to capture those silk threads which seemed to be love. However, I was finally wrapped up in an inch and formed a net of love, but it was just a wedding dress for her. I want to hear what you said when you closed your eyes. The hazy love words had better not go through your proud brain. I don’t want you to filter and think again with reason. Do you love me? It is a silly question, but many people have made the same silly mistakes. After all, it is something related to something or nothing, but it makes people have reasons to be greedy for it. Someone asked me whether all the women now are material? Will you marry someone who has nothing? I want to say that marriage must be material, but love must have nothing to do with material. Nowadays people seem to have been used to acquiescing everything, including all definitions, so they finally lose their own love. Some things cannot be practiced in advance, practice for thousands of times is not as convincing as a kiss. Some stories need to be experienced by yourself. It is a pity that there are thousands of love among thousands of people, but none of them belongs to themselves? The bigger they grow, the more mature they become. Many people cut off their dreams with a painful and cruel knife, and eventually they will fall into the mire and believe in the legend of love. I want to say that I don’t believe either, but when I love, I firmly believe and never doubt that if there is no ambiguous and hazy beauty in life, it is a real reality, won’t it become terrible? Just like the white paper without poetry, just like the poetry without praise. I think I am can’t tolerate the disappearance of these beauties. Even if they are just the imaginary beauty of human beings, they can replace hope and give us a support. If people’s hearts are beautiful, then it will not be deserted because the light of love goes out. The darker the sky is, the more tired it is, and where are you? Is it possible that I can’t find you even after searching the whole world? Come on, if there is love, let me capture you gently. Come on, even if it’s just a night of greed, I don’t want to be plain for a lifetime. Come on, even if you are just looking back with me, as long as you can make me feel excited instantly, I am willing to sink for you. Open the open window, lean over to look up at the whole strange city from the sky, flick a finger of ash, wipe away the tears once, and swallow the salty and wet smell. I thought I had missed the beauty of life, however, I found that the story was still going on. Can we not suffer any more from now on? Can you stop sticking to the empty image of nothingness? I thought I could be indifferent, but when I touched your fingertips, my heart eventually collapsed and I couldn’t break down. I never lost that pride. I was willing to lower my eyebrows because of love, and finally it was because of love, I can only stick to a self-righteous pride, and I will not lower my head after all. I will not hold those broken residual warmth into my arms after all. I wish I had never known each other, and after all, I will be deserted in the world, when I understand all the love and hate, I will gently say I miss you. I thought it could always be like this. A person should live when he should live, and die when he should die. There is nothing to remember. Finally, when tears turn into palm prints of your palm, I understand that, the feelings that can warm the heart are always in your hands. You make me laugh and cry. Listening to the warm oath between your lips and teeth, watching your bright eyes turn into an old ocean, watching you smile and send me a rose, I understand, some women are lonely just because they don’t want to love any more. Don’t push you and me away with persistent heart, don’t cherish love with persistent heart, maybe we can meet love in the road ahead, maybe we don’t need to break the dream with blood. Stop breathing, stop saying love you, stop looking for love, but stop wanting love, where can you go? We back to where? With a young girl-like green heart, I delivered my love to you safely, and then grew up with scars.

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Nostalgia

[Introduction] cut the constant homesickness, the lingering missing. Missing always comes with caring. With caring, there will be a trace of inexplicable loneliness in my heart. People are always lingering in this atmosphere and the sorrow in the bottom of my heart. Homesickness is a kind of slight sadness, a kind of bitter and sweet care, a kind of tie of desire to stop and stop, and a kind of silent missing. People always feel the passing away of yesterday in this kind of slight sadness, miss the love quietly in loneliness, and miss the hometown bitterly after leaving. When I was young, homesickness was a boat made of paper. I gently put it into a shallow river and let it flow away slowly. When we were young, we quietly looked forward to the distance and people were here, where is our dream. With the clear river water and the long time, our youth and youth gradually passed away, and people gradually went away with their dreams. A homesickness spread slowly like mist shrouded in winter and morning. Youth is easy to lose, and youth is hard to stay. With the flying of the fleeting time, children in those years gradually grow up. For our dreams, they carry their bags and run to the distance. After passing through youth stations one after another, we drifted outside and where was our hometown. Guan Shan is blocked, and thousands of miles are flying. We are looking at our hometown from afar. Thousands of mountains and rivers can not stop our deep homesickness. On festivals and festivals, the moon is full and the moon is short. Year after year, the flowers bloom and fall, which can not stop the slight sadness, the pure miss, the broken care and sorrow. In the days of missing, the mountains, water, relatives and plants of my hometown are all clearly waving in front of my eyes. Sometimes I think about it, just like a meteor passing away and a flash in the pan, floating into the dream of the night. The constant homesickness and the lingering yearning. Missing always comes with caring. With caring, there will be a trace of inexplicable loneliness in my heart. People are always lingering in this atmosphere and the sorrow in the bottom of my heart. The flowers bloom and the leaves fall. The tide rises and falls. The feeling of homesickness always makes people melancholy. It can hold the full moon, but cannot hold the lack of Moon. The full moon is not necessarily a poem, but the lack of moon must be tears. When I feel it, the flowers splash tears, and I hate other birds. It’s hard to be different when we meet each other, and the East Wind is powerless. The moon is my hometown bright, homesickness, she is the moon of hometown, grass and trees of hometown, the stars of hometown, she is a cup of thick wine in the hands of relatives, her lofty sentiments, her simplicity intoxicated my heart. In her broken heart, she has quietly immersed in my blood and bone marrow, and quietly drifted into my heart, making me dream. Homesickness is a line of beautiful poems, a word of melancholy and resentment, a sad and moving ballad, a faint homesickness, a deep affection, in the exhaustion of my running, I can no longer feel the full scars, staring at my hometown, even though they are thousands of miles apart, my heart is at hand, sad songs can be used as tears, and looking far away can be used as Angelica sinensis. Where to accumulate homesickness, the end of the world gathered in chaos. The shore length of the group is late, the lake is wide and the sail is autumn. I bought wine in the fishing house and divided the lights and boats. When Xiaoxiang sees the wild goose, it should be a solo tour. This is Zhang Qiao, a poet of Tang Dynasty, who sent friends to the south on the river. Although I am not far away from my hometown, my hometown is always wandering in my dream. Time is in a hurry, too hurry, now, homesickness is no longer just a concern. A sad. A kind of missing becomes a long-term expectation, a real blessing, blessing hometown, blessing relatives and friends in hometown……

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Prose nine is

The rolling wheel brings my dream into the atmosphere of spring. Flowers bloom! Flowers! Picking a piece of green leaf and putting it into my mouth, bitter made me wake up: no wonder your color is the ending that we all men hate! I can’t help your enthusiasm in summer. Once you give it to me, I will be breathless and sweating. You are only more beautiful than others in spring, harvest in autumn and purity in winter; but you said nothing about the cruelty of summer. Late in autumn, I will be awakened by your laughter! Looking at the happy face in your dream is the fairy face we have never had before. The autumn wind came out of the window secretly, bringing in my sensitive leaves; Now she has become old and yellow. The cold you gave me in winter is colder than the winter wind, and colder than the cold in the snow; some inexplicable impulses and coldness, like a knife into my brain like an arrow piercing my heart! You are always right, because you are one of the four seasons. Looking up at the corner of the balcony, looking up at the bright moonlight; The stars all over the sky blinked, teasing the loneliness of the night. Suddenly, a burst of dark clouds came across my face, blocking the enchanting body of the moon. Lightning and thunder are coming! I closed my eyes listen! The rain and rain gave vent to beating the doors and windows. The glass was washed incisively and vividly by it, and let it wash without saying a word. I quietly enjoyed the musical performance! It seems to be the most wonderful Divine Comedy in the world! The smell of smoke lay gently on the sofa, and my wife handed over a cup of coffee. Nagging at the smell of smoke on me! I said irrationally: the smell that a man must have is smoke and smelly socks. I only have the former, and you are lucky; A man without smoke has no masculinity, just as women have no feminine taste. In the glass jar on the fish tea table, two fish swam happily and freely. I watched quietly. It seems that I have realized my life: how free it would be if I could be a small fish? Be loved and loved by others; Know the last moment of life, leave the master forever lovesickness and attachment! The keyboard Thunder goes far away, the rain stops! I simply walked into the study; I turned on the computer and knocked on the keyboard that I would never get tired of, recording my today……

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