Month: November 2014

Chapters of a messed up fleeting

[Introduction] floating life has gone through the years. On such a night, I carefully cherish those friends who left imprints in my life, even though they have been separated from each other. The early release of flowers, the hot sunshine, the ethereal fallen leaves, the flying snowflakes, just like this, repeating, repeating their respective spring, summer, autumn and winter.

One foot in front and one foot behind are two different dividing lines. Looking back on the road I have traveled over the past year, I have a combination of various complicated moods. During this year, I thought a lot, and also thought a lot. Those who had failed, sad and unforgettable were all gently taken by the time on the calendar. No matter how strong the wind blows, it will stop a little, gently smile, try to raise your steps, go on proudly, and always walk out of your own path. In fact, some things are not clear, and some people are more unclear. I think, too many people, like me, always write down words and people’s feelings in the deep heart, as the environment changes, I like words, which also means I like a lonely, dark night, washing my lonely soul silently. One day, I will find, recall, it is bitter and sweet. The road under my feet still extends to the unknown future. Looking at the boundless night, the noise dyed my unique feeling. When I looked at myself in the glass mirror, I felt strange under my no longer childish face and some melancholy eyes. The water lines spread out in my mind, flashing the emotions that make my heart palpitations, one by one familiar or strange faces, one by one happy or sad pictures, weaving, your own life. Suddenly, there was some understanding, and a smile that could see through life rose. It turned out that life was like a dream. Floating Life has gone through the years. On such a night, I carefully cherish those friends who left imprints in my life, even though they have been separated from each other. The early release of flowers, the hot sunshine, the ethereal fallen leaves, the flying snowflakes, just like this, repeating, repeating their respective spring, summer, autumn and winter. The sunshine slanted down in winter, looking at the sky full of curiosity and fantasy when he was young, resolutely grabbed scenes of past that had passed away, wrote them down with pens and engraved them with heart, to commemorate the past

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Sick time

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Element of love

[Introduction] the world of mortals is too busy and in a hurry. Many people sink in the hustle and bustle of the world. Inadvertently, we have forgotten love and lost the elements of love. When we are free from the world of mortals and suddenly look back, we find that we have already deviated from the path of life and even lost our love.

When he handed over the money earned through hard work to his wife, full of hope waiting for his wife’s warm hug and kiss, he saw his wife’s calm face, sometimes there was a hint of disdainful expression flashing. He wondered, isn’t this what his wife wants? When he struggled hard and made a successful career, he couldn’t help feeling the joy in his heart and hoped to share the happiness of victory with his wife. What greeted him was a room full of loneliness, there is also a divorce agreement lying quietly on the table. He was confused. Isn’t this what his wife wants? Yes, money and career are not the whole of love, and the elements of love are various and indispensable. When you work overtime, do you think of her helplessness of waiting alone? When you are on a business trip, do you think of her loneliness alone? When you hung up her phone in a hurry, did you feel the feeling of a hot heart cooling down instantly? When you are interlaced, do you see the light that has been on for you until late at night? Also, when she was frustrated, have you ever thought of giving her a comfort? When she was cooking, have you ever thought of giving her a secret hug? When the cold and warm seasons alternate, have you ever thought of giving her a warm reminder message? When she was tired, have you ever thought of giving her a piece of lingering love story? In fact, love is so simple. Love is to let you enjoy and share a plain life with her; Love is to let you enjoy and create a romantic life with her. The world of mortals is too busy and in a hurry. Many people sink in the hustle and bustle of the world. Inadvertently, we have forgotten love and lost the elements of love. When we are free from the world of mortals and suddenly look back, we find that we have already deviated from the path of life and even lost our love. Small trees need cultivation, flowers need watering, love needs care, and families need management. Ruthless may not be a real hero, but also start a business with a soft heart. As long as you put your heart at home, put your heart at home, set off with warmth and exhortation, you will have confidence no matter how difficult things are, and you will have to run ahead no matter how long the road is. Why can’t small things become big things? Why do small families think everyone! Please remember that home is always your warm harbor, and love is always your driving force.

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…

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Sick time

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Lonesome city

[Introduction] a piece of cream cake must be held in hand. The cake on the left hand and the small spoon on the right hand can’t be eaten all over the mouth, because I don’t have a thoughtful boyfriend to wipe the cream off the corners of my mouth for me, no one said that eating cake so late would make me fat, so I would eat a lot but carefully when the flashy of this city was awakened by the night again, the chair at the rear of the car and the chill in early autumn, I sang a sad song. I knew it was another season with leaves drifting. I didn’t know when I fell in love with the city. I was the only one who liked walking in every strange city. I also imagined to meet a peer who likes to take bus in a city that doesn’t belong to me. Thank you for pushing me down the clouds, so that you can see the whole sky clearly when it is numb by the life in front of you, when every inch of your body is filled with familiar sounds and dust little by little, I just want to escape from every stimulation that strangers give me. I can walk through the noisy underground shopping mall patiently; I can forgive them for stepping on my white shoes no matter how crowded they are; no matter how tired the lovers are, I can laugh at them. Actually, haven’t I met these before? Just because they are unfamiliar, they can be appreciated as beauty, and some familiar but criticized. Every strange city will go to eat spicy hot food and never go to places with few people, it will make me feel bad smell in this store. The seat near the window, with the waste heat of the coming sun, there are too many fresh stories in strange cities. At this time, I am the director, directing a pantomime for them in my heart, and I don’t like drinking, I don’t like any wine, so even if I only drink cola, even if I make a noise, I will also put headphones on it. More often, there is no music in the headphones, however, I am afraid that I will be seen through by others and only one person will have more time to walk on the road without saying too much. A piece of cream cake must be held in hand. The cake on the left hand and the small spoon on the right hand can’t be eaten all over the mouth, because I don’t have a thoughtful boyfriend to wipe the cream off the corners of my mouth for me, no one said that eating cake so late would make me fat, so I would eat a lot, but I was careful not to sit on the chair beside the lawn when I was tired. I was afraid that some bad guys would come over, choose to sit by the road with corner. I think if there are bad guys, I can run away in many ways. The lamp is the soul of a city. I wonder if the city would be like a woman with makeup removed without the lamp, losing its luster instantly. I just want to think about it, because I know I won’t… at the same time, I am a boring person who always likes to think about such questions to spend a lot of time. Is leaving an escape? It’s a new journey to be grandiose. If you don’t say you wear it, it’s a fairy tale. Happiness will end the sadness of fairy tales. Gray I turned around, strange and crowded city, lost my way……

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

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Claustrophobic era

She is a lonely woman in my eyes. Her once thin eyebrows were a little messy, her once glittering eyes like water had been swollen and haggard, and her once smooth and plump forehead had been covered with wrinkles. The answer brought by time is cruel and ruthless, but we can make the right choice. What can we return? You know, the answer is in your heart. She said. Outside the window, the light was swaying. Her depression is the kind that attracts people’s attention when walking in the crowd. She challenges the secular world as a rebel, showing her awakening. However, whether it was endurance or resistance, she could not escape the doomed ending eventually, which seemed to indicate her inevitable fate in a sense. The night was so long that it condensed into Frost. Who was cold and desperate in the attic, and his eyes were full of falling prosperity and splendor. Whose back is slow and flustered. Therefore, she chose claustrophosis. Protection and return, she said. When she was out, she was eager to go back to the small room. When she came back, the first thing she did was to close the door and close the window. From the window screen to the window curtain, she covered it meticulously and didn’t let any sunshine in. Then she turned on the lemon-colored lamp. She instinctively refused sunshine and things related to sunshine. The atmosphere at night was created by her. She feels comfortable, safe, comfortable and comfortable. She changed into loose and soft clothes without obvious lines and walked around the floor barefoot. She was in front of the mirror, and she saw the self reflected by the Mirror. Kind and stranger. Blurred eyes. Of indifferently expression. She smiled approbation. And then lit a cigarette. Seven Stars, the brand she likes. She usually smokes deeply on the sofa. The sofa showed a beautiful curve at the focus of her body. When she was smoking, she found that only when a cigarette reaches 2/3, her fingers will feel warm, and at the end, her fingers will feel the scorching warmth, although it is close to burning, and every time this cigarette was finished, she flew in the permeating smoke. Psychedelic, trance, everything is distorted and cannot be referred to, that’s it. People say that for an 84mm cigarette, the golden section is the best smoking position, that is to say, for only about 1/3 of the smoke, the remaining 2/3 should not be smoked any more, otherwise, it will cause endless harm to the body. People say love is the same. 2/3 love should not be persisted and continued. She is just the one who wants to carry out it to the end. Even death. Yes, that’s it. She lingered and lingered. My body is full of the light of the dark night. She is charming and terrible, constantly repressing and breaking through and resisting. She is different from people’s dream of perfect women. They are pure and selfless. They only know smiles and sympathy without their own stories. They are obedient, easygoing, selfless and not afraid of sacrifice. She is also gentle and kind, but she is different from them. Claustrophosis is a fatal seductive thing for me, and fickleness and disorder are terrible disasters. I finished my expectation and control, and I was reflected and refracted. I just don’t want to be flustered and lost in the worldly imagination. What does binding oneself mean? It means a kind of search, a kind of return. I finally came back from the distance and from the routine through my own implementation of abuse; From the hidden layer, from the other side of my life. Seven Stars turned into smoke and rose from her hand. A suitable space, full of fresh and vivid seclusion of direct feeling. She is both pure and presumptuous, warm and reserved. She is both seclusion in her own strange fantasy and devotes herself to life to burn as much as she likes. She is so beyond the imagination of the world and difficult to be fully grasped by anyone. She is a magnificent movement and poem from my endless imagination, and she is a rebellious angel. The long process of carrying out a person’s War and watch from childhood to maturity and finally becoming a real woman. In the era of claustrophosis, she easily obtained different perspectives from ordinary people. And expand everything in this perspective. The girl’s weakness and illness in her childhood and her alienation from her family became a shadow throughout her life. She turned to other things to seek compensation for the lack of family affection, such as her love for flowers and escaping fearlessly; reluctantly and inevitably, she established a secular lover relationship with a person she loved, while the other two crossed the sky of her life like meteors. When doing all this, she has become a happy spirit full of female vitality. 2006 nian Kashi. 9 yue. Month cool is the water. Smelling the fog of the cigarette butt. Looking at the withered tree. The tree cried to me in a hurry. The front is a crowded leisure square. Steaming people’s desire. Everyone lies and revels with masks for different reasons. No one made a sound in the gorgeous and cruel movement. Wandering is just hesitation, bars are just decadent, and going home is just sadness. I am tears hanging in the corner of your eyes. When you met me, it was the most bizarre period of my life. My loneliness aches the season. There is only one name called loneliness at night. I turned around. Your eyes are the dawn of the night. Let me grow up quietly. The seclusion life is endowed with magical magic color, teasing in confidence, self-mockery and acting in jealousy and despair. She cherished the fragrant and lovely friendship and watched others try to fall in love on several boats. Her own love, which was more cruel than death, evolved into a satirical comedy with life as drama and drama as life. This kind of evolution was beyond her expectation. I really loved it at the beginning. She felt tearing pain. From the muddled and painful one-person war she had experienced, to watching with disappointment and indifference to the secular world, to the joy of independent and uninhibited life, it forms a complete life history of self-growth and getting rid of secular control. She played the cigarette ash. The wind blew her skirt, and her hair gradually flew up. She was silent, only waiting for her tears to drop quietly before she was willing to present herself. The Rose That gloriously bloomed on the decadent body was blown to the edge of the night by the wind, in a hurry and sadness. Someone in past. Contemplation in gazing, gasp in conspiracy and smile with ill will. The more you listen, the more memorable the song is, and the sad tune that crosses time and space makes me compare with her in different lives begins to spread in the quiet night. Who floated across the square Square in Kashgar? His toes sank into the swamp at night, unable to extricate himself, but he continued to sink deeply calmly and calmly. The danger of life is like the unexpected night bats on the roadside. The darkness is as silent as death, and the street lamps are complex and gorgeous in panic. The midnight ghost is singing in the street. Is it listening to the sad sad song? Fear of touching the eyes. The ghosts approaching the night step by step will soon reveal the final answer. There is only one truth, but human nature is still hovering between true and false. Sometimes being close to reality means death. Therefore, before understanding, everything quietly escaped. Who floated across the square Square in Kashgar? There was no trace. Just like light and light sadness. Under the magnificence of the streets, the sound of the world has faded away gradually, and the sadness left behind has been carved into the folds of the years. The road to rebellion was dangerous and full of temptations. Her subversion was all-round, and the original desire of life burst out with compelling light. Yes, she fell in love with him without hesitation. He is the synonym of wandering and ambiguity. With the flame of her life, she was bright and passionate about her first love. He used his youth and to light up the lonely and gloomy life of the lonely woman he loved. Their magnificent love. In this society that no longer believes in love. Their bright and shining eyes. Ji Ji is a secular man and woman who is famous for fame and small profits. Them. I know that I should smile to thank you for the pain you have given me, but I still choose to drown in the crowd and cry secretly. I don’t need anyone’s gentle comfort, nor anyone’s commitment and care. I just need listening ears to accompany me in the boundless world. The shadow accompanies loneliness, and the night conveys loneliness. After crying, I realized that the eyes flowing through tears can see life more clearly. Let me try to be presumptuous and find a spiritual way out for myself. Occasionally, I am fragile and confess occasionally. Women are made of water. Remember this. Even if you can’t see tears, the pain is still in your heart. On the bustling streets, busy stations, leisurely squares, quiet cafes …… where are you? I really want to stay by your side forever. As long as you are happy, I will be happy. But where are you. The lethality of love makes us invisible. At dawn, we quietly watched each other wake up, and there was a fragrance in the air. Warm and fuzzy. Angel in singing. Maybe I should be happy at this moment. Love can be such a simple effort. Who has the heart to hurt such a man? I still want to snuggle in your arms and accept a happy bath. Who rang the bell of happiness? Spread in the ear. They witnessed me today, and I will witness life with my claustrophosis. I have no indulgence and sink, and I will not complain any more. I would fly. She kept telling herself and her life. In this long and gloomy river of life, she intruded into the field which was once regarded as the fear of the road and the forbidden zone, and presented the unrecognized deep seclusion, wild heart and experience with unprecedented frankness. Therefore, between the lines she had no scruple about, rebellious angels appeared one by one. She is fragile, and she has gone through hardships and scars to find herself in the huge darkness; She is also powerful, which is almost born with her own fragility, and finally the power beyond, like the Nirvana Phoenix in the fire, she jumped out of the mire with tenacity vitality. With her infinitely rich personal world, she made people’s thinking patterns helpless and could no longer force herself to be embedded in the mold of angels and demons preset in the secular world. She as Elena? Medusa in SISU’s works, if you want to see Medusa, just look at her directly. But she did not kill people. She is beautiful, she is laughing. If you come from heaven, do you see angels flying? Memories piled up in the clouds, constantly filling the emptiness of Yesterday. In order to meet you, I set up warm and touching plots, beautiful pictures and romantic and classic dialogues, there is also music with slight sentimental feelings. Bodhi. Fracture, exile, selfishness. Restrain the Infinite Desire in your heart, force yourself to become a working animal, live in seclusion, save your energy, and break out one day. Undercurrent. Angel. Galaxy, and. Zhang Ailing. Desolate gesture. This year ends like this, nowisintheend. She was destined to bloom like flowers in the mirror, grow old slowly in the mirror, and finally die in the mirror. Even though she struggled to break the mirror in front of her and fled crazily, in the deep corridor, she ran into a mirror. Mirror, the omnipresent mirror, is mixed and juxtaposed. They conflict with each other, rely on each other, deny each other and prove each other, forming impression overlap, illusion, the city with indescribable mirrors. The mirror is the eyes of the man who surrounded and stared at her, the secular eyes. She was regulated, restrained and entangled by this ubiquitous sight, and she couldn’t escape. Claustrophosis opens like a flower in the Mirror of Secular eyes. Although it is beautiful, it is sentimental. The most beautiful and pure woman, her songs about the sun and sunflower and her moon-like face. Silence and fragrant. Bright and sorrow. How to hide my sadness, where I lost you, where I lost my youth, how to hide my sadness, your hair is scattered in a hurry, I can’t keep up, your arrival and departure have no trace or clue. Before I forgot, I was scattered — the book she liked to read was “wandering”. Yes, it drifted away without traces and clues. She should be the best girl in the family of silence and fragrance. However, a disastrous love reversed her fate. She was physically and mentally hurt and gradually became mentally disordered, however, Ju was an elegant star in the dancing hall. After being nurtured by an old man, she was emotionally hungry and fed up a little man herself, the old man didn’t come for a long time, so he grasped the little man tightly like a straw. Finally, the little man was scared away by her crazy and concentrated love, and then Ju drowned himself. A woman who lived in seclusion with beautiful back and terrible decadence and despair. Love, love is the fatal fate of women and the sadness in the attic. Utmost. For life, she has a kind of inner fear and anxiety, which is a long-standing sadness and fear derived from self-love and death: when the desire for love reaches its climax, everyone is losing his life while exporting his life. Therefore, rosy love is often accompanied by the shadow of lead-gray death. Before I Forget, how should I tell my scattered appearance. She saw herself in the mirror. She saw the roads extending in all directions in the mirror, but when she walked there, there was actually no way. However, flying has already begun. She thought that she could finally find some way to highlight the Mirror City and fly freely in her own Sky in the seclusion, and it was certainly not a fatal flight. She lives in an era of claustrophosis. She flew deadly in her own way. She is beautiful, she is laughing.

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

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Be good at listening to different voices and opinions

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Read The Bridges of Madison County

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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

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Night and text accompanied

[Introduction] I like to take a walk in the text. When I am free, I open my diary and recall every bit of life. I can find a kind of touch. When I use my slender hands, shaking and holding the pen, melting my clumsy thoughts, and writing every real touch of heart in a crooked way…..

In the dead of night, a lamp, a person, and a piece of soothing music, pour a cup of strong tea for yourself, and write down some words, beautiful, beautiful! I like the feeling that my fingertips jump on the keyboard and the mouse glides on the Internet at the night when the Moonlight is like water and clouds break through the moon. In such a night, I can slide freely and lightly in the ocean of words, silently, coming and going like the wind. I like the ups and downs of my fingertips. I feel every inch of time I have passed when the mouse is free. Then I mount it with words and hang it in my memory. My mood becomes transparent and joyful with the shining of the cursor, such a Night, never lonely, because accompanied by words. Raise a toast to invite the moon to get drunk, let the thoughts spread in the twilight, hang a faint miss on the treetop blown by the cold wind, and drift with the wind. Stars embellished the night sky, making the night more colorful, while words embellished my memory, making my memory more colorful because of words. I don’t know when I fell in love with words quietly, and I don’t know why, sitting in front of the computer and tapping words became a part of my life. Sometimes words are the collection when you are happy, sometimes words are the catharsis when you are sad, sometimes they are the perception of people and things around you, and sometimes they are just the release when you are excited on a whim. For many nights, I buried myself in my words, and those fragments of memory were scattered at my fingertips. There were Happiness, romance, sadness and annoyance in my words, all the mixed feelings are poured out in the words, and between the lines are told by the heart, which is the call of the soul. And I will sit in front of the screen when I wake up from my dream, making my mood excited and jumping out the most beautiful chapter with happy words and ink. Everyone says that the person who falls in love with words is equal to falling in love with loneliness and sadness, while I am exactly the one who falls in love with words, but I am neither lonely nor sad, I want to say that I am very happy! I am just a very ordinary person, and vulgar. I am ordinary because I am also one of the vast sea of people, passing by without taking pictures. There is nothing special for those who pass by without leaving marks to stop and look back for me. I am vulgar because I also have the joys and sorrows like an ordinary person. I laugh happily and cry sadly. There is no need to hide myself in a disguise. As the saying goes, learning is like a person, and writing is like its nature. These words are reasonable, but they cannot be perfect. After all, everyone is diverse. In different environments, the things reflected by human nature are inadvertently branded with limitations. The embodiment of a real person needs the combination and connection of many aspects to locate the most primitive, natural and real essence and appearance of a person. Maybe, sometimes you will think that I am naive and not like a mature person, but who can deny that I am not a mature person because of this? The delicacy of my words is my most emotional touch, a natural expression of emotions deep in my heart. I am naughty, which is also the other side of happiness. Can happiness be divided into age? No matter who you are, there are actually lovely, naughty and brilliant places. As long as we touch the world around us with a heart that is good at discovering, who can refuse every move, what about the feelings of sadness, happiness and sorrow? Just too often, we always hide ourselves deliberately, pretend to be so-called mature and elegant, and abandon our original reality. I just like to record my ordinary life with words. In fact, life is just a cup of boiled water, transparent and tasteless, but everyone can’t leave. Sometimes, we don’t need to be vigorous, let alone die. Sometimes, if we look down on it, isn’t it a kind of happiness? I write words, just my hobby, bring myself happiness and happiness, just to enrich my life, enough! I know that I am not very confident, and I am not even qualified to accompany with conditions and words, so as to tarnish the sanctity and holiness of the Palace of words. I am just a wanderer and gazer on the edge of words, quietly using that pen to record my ordinary journey truly, just like walking on the road of life, every deep and shallow footprint left there. I have no regrets for my life when I walk. I walk truly and harvest what I cherish all the way. No matter once, now or in the past, I am pleased to tell my ordinary and insignificant self that I am truly alive. Then, I will thank God. I am very lucky and happy! I like walking in words, opening my diary in my spare time, recalling every bit of life, I can find a kind of touch unexpectedly, when I hold the pen trembling with my slender hands, blending my clumsy thoughts and writing every real heart, feeling and experience in my heart, what I gain is a pleasant and satisfying mood. Swimming in words makes me happy and more confident. For a long time, my words cannot be separated from the support of friends, who give I am the greatest encouragement. You once praised me for being talented, and you once said I am talented woman. I am really ashamed. I just like reading articles. I read too much and my hands felt itchy, so I learned to write, never forcing myself, just for liking. Sometimes, I didn’t know what to write, just sitting in front of the table, staring at the keyboard blankly. Even if I didn’t write a word, it seemed that I could still feel myself wandering between the words. I always think, what can a woman with only college culture do? I dare not call it a talented woman. When you are bored, you often want to knock something when you look at someone’s looming QQ avatar in invisible state, but you are always afraid of disturbing others. Therefore, the words you typed are deleted one by one, let words and music accompany me. Only music and words are my favorites, because I use words to describe the voice of the soul and share it with words and music, so I can watch the sunrise and sunset and dance with the nature! Every article is just a story. Tears and smiles gradually turn into a beautiful mood symbol in the text, which is dotted with ordinary days and invisible, add another scenery to your life. Maybe, I shouldn’t write all my feelings to others, but I just want you to know me better. Anyway, I think I should continue my writing without reason or purpose. Everything comes from love, only for nature and truth. Carry the text to the end!

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

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Love is a double-edged sword

On the edge of sadness, the breeze seems to bring light sorrow. The sky is tearful, and the moon is disappointed. Is the gorgeous beauty withered? The loneliness of the fire in July, the wind flute passing by; Beautiful sadness. Dear, do you know your carelessness? Pick out the lingering scar in my heart. The pain came, and I knew the blood had overflowed. I wanted to pretend to be as if nothing had happened and give you a smile. However, the lip angle can not bend the beautiful Radian. I reluctantly involved the stiff lips, and it turned out that I was so painful to say these three words. Liu Mo, you drink with me. On the world of mortals stage, you are spinning with me. The gentleness under the neon lights, deep kiss at night; The hug full of fragrance in the garden, the poem and painting on the scorched window balcony; How many drums and dusk have been sent away? And now, the heart is torn apart by injury. Pieces quivered on the wilderness and fell silent. The howling of the wound was a mess of arrows, which crossed diagonally on the plain, solidifying the fresh life of sorrow and sorrow. The pink stones in the sun are exposed with purple Moss, which are full of clusters of tangled green at dusk. I know that I have hurt you deeply, the striking pink wound; It seems like the mouth of hunger, biting my heart. Glittering Tears broke and danced, cutting bone marrow. The twisted body was trampled by self-accusation. Indulged in the vast ocean of the world, I fell into the beautiful lonely island of poets. Love is a double-edged sword. The left blade hurt you, and the right blade hurt me. The two bright red mixed together, flowing slowly to the tip of the sword along the blood line; Dropping on the blooming rose beside him. It seeped into the stamens and dyed the petals red. Distant Sky, can yang ru xue; Xia Ying sky. The last sorrow and vicissitudes on bamboos are so firm and proud; So stubborn and deep.

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No wife Day

In the long journey of life, everyone will form a family. The home of young people is lingering love words, Sweet Kisses, and mutual possession like glue; The home of middle-aged people is the harbor of body and soul, and selfless giving and acceptance; the old people’s home is to support each other together, which is a long journey to grow old together. A man, no matter how excellent you are, a home without a woman cannot be called home. After four years of divorce, he left his ex-wife, and there was no woman at home. It was really beyond recognition. Those insignificant household chores in ordinary days would be a mess if there were no hostess. When I just got divorced, my wife was not at home on the first day, and I went back to the single era. Now no one cares about freedom, and my heart is happy. No one wants to compete with me when watching TV. I can turn on the TV and freeze it on the war movie channel, even if I don’t watch it, I won’t change it. Turn on the computer and put your favorite music to the maximum volume to make your ears deafening, indulging in wandering on the Internet and dwelling under the screen as long as you want. Lying on the wide sleeping bed, sleeping horizontally and vertically, sleeping late in the morning can sleep till the sun, and no one will wake me up. It’s easier to drink a little wine and eat some bagged things. The fireworks in the kitchen are too lazy to move. I’m happy to find friends to drink outside. Life is unscrupulous. That’s cool, really cool! The sun rises and the moon rises, flowers bloom and fall, and one day, two days and three days of Chenguang are spent unconsciously. When I poured boiling water one day, I found there was no water in the thermos and no food in the refrigerator. The dirty clothes I took off filled the big basins and buckets in the bathroom one by one, the used dishes and chopsticks in the kitchen were piled up into mountains, and there were no more bowls and chopsticks available in the cabinet. There was no woman to do the cleaning at home, so the whole family became a mess. At home alone, the room was full of music. All the lights in the room were turned on, and there was still endless loneliness with a kind of cold and quiet smell. I went to bed when I was bored, but I couldn’t feel deep sleepiness. I began to lose sleep at night. Although I have been wandering outside for many years, I have long been used to enduring loneliness and loneliness. However, if one is single at home, he will inevitably feel upset. He often stands under the window and stares at the clouds in the sky, listening to frogs and cicadas. The feelings of loneliness, coldness, silence, loneliness and boredom surrounded themselves repeatedly. In the days without a wife, I seem to be Haggard a lot. When I went out to do business, I didn’t want to comb my hair, and I didn’t care much about the shiny clothes. Eat in a restaurant outside every day. At home, there are instant noodles and eight treasure porridge. Just make do with it. At this time, I often remembered that if my wife was at home, I would definitely have delicious meals. I also often remembered the days when I stretched out my hands and opened my mouth when I was in the past. At this time, I deeply realized that my wife silently managed the hard work and diligence in trivial housework for a word of love without complaint or regret. Never cry to anyone, never talk to anyone. A woman expresses love in this way when she loves someone. As a couple, young couples should live together. They should understand each other, take care of each other, respect each other in personality, take care of each other in life and communicate with each other in heart. A man and a woman start from getting acquainted and falling in love to forming a family finally. Two strangers with different personalities start a life from being unfamiliar to being familiar with each other, and they all accept each other because they love each other. Maybe there were contradictory conflicts that could not be tolerated during the period, and maybe there were some irrational quarrels, which needed to run in day after day, and gradually formed a kind of tacit understanding and a kind of heart-to-heart connection. Modern families are where couples need to create love together. Love needs understanding, love needs tolerance, love needs tolerance. The man returned home after a day of traveling outside and became no longer busy. This was the best time to compensate his wife. We should make more allowance for the trifles and hard work of the wife who handles the housework alone, and help the wife to share some housework more. A man should give his wife more understanding, more consideration, more warmth, more smiling face, more words, more freedom and space. The couple lives together. Only when they understand, care and respect each other can they live a beautiful and colorful life. Couples should be connected with each other and live together, so that they can enjoy the beautiful scenery of the family and feel the beauty of time and life.

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Recalling the past — six golden flowers

I still remember the colorful fall of that year, and we didn’t know each other. I don’t remember when, that kind of tacit understanding connects us together. Autumn is a time to miss the past. Looking at your photos, we find that we have known each other for eight years. We spent our flower season and rainy season hand in hand. We talked about our future hand in hand. We have done many interesting things that will laugh silently when we think of them and those sadness that cannot be wiped out. Listening to the rain, I sat in front of the computer and played the song “Ten Years” Cyclically. Suddenly, the song of the long farewell song lingered in my mind and lingered. Yeah! It will be ten years after two years. Ten years ago, we didn’t know each other. Ten years later, we were involved in each other. Ten years ago, if you pass by, you will not look back one after another. Ten years later, we went to the West and went to the West, but getting together became so luxurious. After all, how many ten years does life have? Everyone knows the first one to get married. Don’t look around. It’s about you, you happy little woman. Remember, be happy forever. As expected, we are right! You must be the first one to get married, which proves that we are all very good-minded and accurate-looking. I will always remember that you showed off when you were transferred to our class, and the nickname I gave you. If there were too many people, I wouldn’t mention it. We have the most stories, don’t you think? Little girl, you are the only one who is still around now. How do we know each other? During the military training, when everyone was crying, we sat aside to feed mosquitoes, right! And Pan Shuai, what you want to laugh most is that you will dance as soon as you hear his songs. Now, I think what you need most is someone to hurt and restrain your bad temper. Happiness is not far from you. Yan’er, after you leave, it seems that every time you see something and things, you will think of you. You are actually very happy, right! Be nice to yourself! Why bother yourself? It seems that from the beginning of understanding, you are the one I have seen crying the most times among us, and I will never forget that song “too wronged”, I sang three sentences, your tears can’t stop falling down. The reason why I always show off is that I sing too well. In fact, you and I both know, it is you who think of the story that belongs to you behind this song! Dish, do you know what your first feeling is? Uh, silent and inarticulate. As a result, that was just your appearance, and everyone was cheated. You are a clown! When you played the role with that Wei Fan, I almost laughed and smoked. This is your true nature! The pretty girl, the chief director, and your words are amazing. That old girl, the sound really made me laugh for several days. Now I think that my mouth will still open, why are there so many endless things in your mind? Bride, you are very happy now, right! Last one, you know I’m talking about you, don’t whine, don’t complain that I put you in the last one, it has nothing to do with ranking! Why can you be such a scientist? Your question is different from ordinary people. I will not judge. What impressed me most was that you scolded classmate Lan that night, but classmate Lan thought I was talking too. Why did you just scold her instead of me. Do you still remember the sentence I blurted out? As a result, we once thought that we were asleep, and the classmate burst into laughter. I haven’t contacted you for a long time, is it okay? Flowers, I ran away in the last half year. Now I think of it, I really regret it. Nowadays, I really miss the days of reading. Although brother Shan treated us very miserably, what we didn’t have became a part of good memories. Today, I smoked, and it was all caused by that doctor. You know, I am not that kind of sentimental person, so I also doubt that this is what I wrote? Finally, I want to ask who got such a vulgar name, hongtiahua. Years are not for people, and years are not for people. You and I still have a long way to go. Keep smiling and take bold steps. Whenever you are, you are the happiest people. The future, the sunshine, the future, happiness. 2011-11-6 remember

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People drilling in the bed curtain

I can’t remember clearly whether I was in primary school or junior high school, and I have learned this article “people drilling in the cover”. To be honest, I really didn’t understand the thoughts this article wanted to express to us at that time, I can’t even understand it now! Although, I still remember clearly that I graduated from the sixth grade as the first primary school of Chinese in the whole class, which is enough to prove one point: learning this thing with high grades cannot completely represent high level of understanding! Of course, one of the words, do not set-in-right. Perhaps, it is also because of the reason why I have not been interested in European and American literature for a long time!! Anyone who knows how to cover, I hope it can be used for reference! Because today’s on-the-job graduate students take exams in the economic and trade test center and occupy the self-study room, the library is full! And I lost my seat in the library in the morning because of insomnia for several days recently! This is a shame! In my bed curtain, I will meet you regularly on weekends! Second, I turned my Mydiary and found it was very thick! Only black leather, White Paper, no other color and texture decoration, it seems more solemn and serious! I haven’t written it for a long time, a little familiar, but also a little strange! The last time was from September 12, 2011, because I decided to write some thoughts about life on this platform every week, reflect on myself and summarize my life! Someone with the highest frequency, something, some kind of thought! Using a pen to hook it up, I found that there are already many things without deliberate! Of course, there will be no more childish behaviors! The past is good, and the good should be preserved. Even if it is not good, it should be preserved. After all, there is sweetness in the bitter. After all, if it is too sweet, it will be greasy! After so long, I realized that there were not so many small emotions, which only magnified the pain and sadness, and then artificially squeezed happiness into a narrow space. Therefore, only in this way can I always be abused! A little incomprehensible, the sadism like “The Twilight of Mountains” is so popular, maybe everyone has already been disgusted with plain, and more eager to abuse! If, I am say if, this abuse happened here! It is estimated that few people can enjoy it! Sadomasochism is a kind of extreme struggle in thought and emotion! 3. The map of spiritual world depicts all kinds of ways to the ideal. When you walk down, you will find that elegance and nobility, understanding and understanding, right and right are not the same thing. Therefore, literature is needed to care for and warm yourself! Accumulated depreciation will eventually wear its value to zero! So we need to take some measures! Although four days are a little busy! But it is still relatively substantial, compared with last year, I feel much better! Pro! Don’t worry! I am really good without any farfetched statement! Unicom card is not easy to use, and it is relatively expensive to make phone calls. I am researching, and the economic situation is not optimistic! Consumption emergency. I don’t want to contact anyone. Life, it is better to be calm! You know me. Such an easily excited person is a little afraid of losing sleep again when you contact me! However, occasionally, I forget to turn off the phone when I sleep at night. Please don’t harass me and ask me if I am really sleepy after sleeping. It is true! Maybe, 12 in the morning; 47 is not your schedule! Oh!! Thank you all. My friend who didn’t know his name at 16:25 just now sent me a text message to be a simple person from today on. He is steadfast and pragmatic, doesn’t indulge in fantasy, doesn’t bother others, and wants to be happy, be cheerful, tough, warm and sincere to others. Be sincere, calm, generous, tolerant, and calm. Always have confidence in life! Those friends who are reading the diary also send these words to you! After changing the number, I can’t remember who I told the number! I also want to contact my friend, please leave a message to me, sorry! Five sorry, in the only common platform that you and I have, I sincerely apologize, not only for you, but also myself! Whether you see it or not. Even now I am beginning to despise myself for my naive practices! In fact, just like it, you can’t see it, of course, you don’t care! However, I still consider the word fate paradoxically! Six it is noisy outside now, and a group of people are revelling. There are noisy music, noisy voices, and the engine sound of the car sitting on the bed outside the window. Many people ride bicycles, as if their destination is basketball court, I heard from my roommates that the Qingdao Cup college student basketball game started again. University, that’s it. There are many activities and the content is wonderful! The key is whether you are willing to participate in it. Everyone in the school with more than 30,000 people has his own lifestyle and different stories. Life, therefore, seems to be more colorful! Loneliness is the carnival of a group of people, and Carnival is the loneliness of a person. Is that right, or? No! Life is so cool! sweet box seven diamonds in the cover try to escape from reality and the world. And I won’t escape anything. Obviously, I am not a coward! I am drilling in my bed curtain, thinking about myself, and then learning! 2011-10-29 in Hebei

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What are we waiting for quietly?…

The two points of company and family seem to be destined to be in a straight line. However, I spent most of my time in the company every day more than 15 hours going home just for grooming, sleeping and changing into new clothes. It’s not that I don’t love home, but even if I stay at home for a long time, I can’t smell the smell of home. So I would rather float outside. What I love is not home, but a place that makes me feel Steadfast, it is said in the book of the local constellation which is quiet and safe and can let me stretch freely that there are two kinds of cancer: one is the crab that loves family and family; The other is the hairy crab that is homeless and goes all over the world. The former is implicit and introverted, which is easy to give all their efforts; The latter is optimistic and extroverted, and they are more willing to choose freedom when they cannot feel the energy of great love. Will you go home tonight? Topics that are often discussed by urban professional men and women like us. I tried my best to think, but I couldn’t figure out why there were so many cases around me that I didn’t want to go home early even after work, including what on earth was my problem? Can’t family give us warmth? Feeling? Sense of security? Empty and lack of space for vitality makes us unable to rely on. There is no impulse to hurry home. When we are no longer impulsive, we will find that, in fact, we are no longer young, just like we made an appointment for an outing before, and we would suffer from insomnia due to excitement the night before yesterday; But now we are worried that we should always be vigilant not to miss the appointed time, or don’t forget that the agreement has already snickered. In a sense, we have all become lazy, but at the same time, we have become active again, waiting actively, silently and quietly, we stick to it actively, fearing that the waiting person or thing will pass us by constantly. Our behavior is lazy, but our attitude is very positive! Positive enough, we only remember that we have to wait but forget what we decided to wait at the beginning? It is indeed forgotten unconsciously in persistence when others ask us why we still don’t go home? We always respond to each other and work overtime! Busy! Ever looming deadline! In fact, we are not busy every day, but inevitably feel boundless every day! Are we really unwilling to go home, or are we always insisting on something? Still waiting for something? No fruit!

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