Month: October 2015

Youth

[Introduction] Ordinary youth is just that we are unwilling to be lonely and uneasy to live in the long world of mortals. We want to own and carry something too much, but it seems that we forget our still immature shoulders. We just wantonly made public in this way. Finally, many dreams were torn to pieces and buried in the flowing water of time.

Youth is a fireworks that seems to have no end. We all used to think that kind of splendor was an eternal bloom. Later, we realized that it was just a moment of splendor and withering overlapping, and it would eventually fade and disappear in the time like smoke and water. Just like those weak voices that we once wrote seriously on the diary paper, at last they were inadvertently discarded in the wind and scattered. Just like the milk tea shop on the corner we are very familiar with, we miss its taste and all the marks about the Green years there, but we seldom come back. The vast sea of people and the stubbornness of time make us grow up uneasily. Those who once lived together and were destined to go to the end of the world. Perhaps the tears at the moment of parting are the most affectionate memorial ceremony for this youth. All sentiments are overdue waiting. All the seemingly fragmented scenes make people cry beautifully. Our youth may not have so much freehand brushwork beauty. We miss the flowering period empty and look for the faded flowers in withering and withering, we just played a few shivering butterflies on the Dew in late autumn, sad and elegant. We like the tender grass turning green, the vigorous vitality, the beautiful moment when the Maple leaves turn red and fall quietly. Only in youth can we have so many heartbreaking lovesickness, only in this way can we play with the sunshine falling in the palm so lonely. We like to recite a poem to ourselves in the clear moonlight night and sing a sad song in the sad drizzle. We are pure like a cloud. Youth and love are a beautiful fairy tale. People who believe the truth are happy. We like to look up at the light blue sky, like a quiet corner, like the style of a wooden guitar and a bicycle, like the warmth of a cup of coffee and a palm …… we want to unblock the imprisoned soul too much, we like the sentence of youth in the lyrics of Chopsticks Brothers, which is like a running river. It won’t be too late to say goodbye, but the numb I don’t have the warm blood of those years, looking up at the stars river, do you still remember the story here that accompanied me at that time? …… Ordinary youth is just that we are unwilling to be lonely and uneasy to live in the long world of mortals. We want to own and carry something too much, but it seems that we forget our still immature shoulders. We just wantonly made public in this way. Finally, many dreams were torn to pieces and buried in the flowing water of time. I am very grateful to the poet Wilde’s words: we all live in the gutter of life, but there are still people looking up at the sky. This is the best interpretation of youth. The people we once loved deeply, the good friends we once said nothing, went further and further, and could not escape the ending of the end. In the crowded and deserted world, life taught us a lot, it is also destined to change a lot of us, so that we can’t find the young appearance through years and look at it carefully. Someday in the future, we may finally have to wander towards the distance, toss through the bleak fate, or meet each other, but it is just a strange passing, at that time, would we greet each other silently from the bottom of our hearts: how are you doing now?

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Waiting

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Sick time

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Once upon a time

[Introduction] once upon a time, missing was attached to my bloody night, like a drop of tears left by my previous life. My heart was restless in this life. The tide rises and falls, the sun rises and the Moon sinks. In the alternation of four seasons, I am always in the same place, with the lingering fragrance of veins…..

Once upon a time, I was used to wearing a smile in the daytime, using my shackles to stick to my painstaking efforts to build a strong strength as thin as a cicada’s wings! Let others not see through the happiness of my fingers. Once upon a time, I became a slave of the night and let my thoughts fly in the night. Although all my dreams were wasted without trace by the cruel reality, I still watched the rainbow with tears, still let the free Soul Rush to every dream of embracing and sleeping with you. I really want to wake up to the next life, but I don’t know if there will be us in the afterlife I made an appointment with you! Perhaps, what kind of efforts to stay with you for the whole life can not match the rapid passing of time, so this unattainable extravagance let me appreciate the taste of missing, lonely sadness and irresistible anxiety the meeting with you at that moment was doomed to be doomed. From then on, you lengthened my loneliness and added a sadness in my fleeting time, but I accidentally lost my touch, so I had to warm your warmth and be happy with your happiness. Once upon a time, missing was attached to my bloody night, just like a drop of tears left by my previous life. My heart was restless in this life. The tide rises and falls, the sun rises and the Moon sinks. In the alternation of four seasons, I am always in the same place, sticking to the love that makes love rise slowly and cry easily with the lingering fragrance of pulse and fragrance, that you living in the pupil made me feel my heartbeat more and more clearly, so I tried my best to collect your information and everything about you. Countless things flickered in my mind once upon a time. Unfortunately, once upon a time, things were nothing but nothing, and tears flowed first. Loneliness is like fragrance blooming, and the remaining flowers fall into the old age. Wind and rain, tears of love. I always want to convey my most brilliant mood to your heart, and write a myth that has been passed down through the ages for you with all my life’s vocabulary. I read not only everlasting, but also everlasting. If you understand it, it will be my fault. If you can’t understand it, it will be my sadness.

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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…

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Sick time

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Children are my happiness

[Introduction] I never deliberately educate children. As a parent, providing a good living environment for children is the key to education. Living habits, words and virtues, only by myself can lead by example, only in this way can we set an example for children, and only in a good family environment can children be influenced by them.

Children are the continuation of two people’s blood and the fruit of love. A woman can have no appearance or career, but she must have children. He is the right given to women by God. Although it is painful to have a baby in October, let women suffer all the sufferings of skin and flesh, but women can only have a perfect life if they have the right to be a mother. The arrival of the child will make a originally plain family full of vitality. He is the bond of the whole family, and he will enhance the relationship between husband and wife. I remember that when my friend asked her husband to give an acceptance speech on the day he just gave birth to the baby, he said jokingly that he didn’t know each other. Besides being excited, he was a little strange. Besides being excited, there are more sentimental feelings. I think that kind of unspeakable mood can be experienced by everyone who is a parent. Every time I see my son and husband playing happily, happiness always arises spontaneously. Once upon a time, I thought that maybe I wouldn’t have any more children in my life. It was a gloomy day, with depression, chagrin, others’ eyes, family pressure and haze in my heart, as a result, I almost suffered from depression during that time. The one-year career of seeking for children made me almost forget all the happiness. There was no sunshine in my life, just like a lonely sail wandering in the vast sea. It was cold and helpless, and I lost confidence in life, anterior a slim. However, I am lucky to finally have a healthy baby, which also made me have no regrets in my life. In fact, when a person is in trouble, his heart is imprisoned. It is he who puts chains on himself. That is the devil in his heart. He hides in his soul, and he is on the verge of attack. He is flustered and unable to sleep at night, he can devour people’s souls and entangle himself all the time. No one can understand or understand him. In everyone’s life, there will be some rough experiences, which will make him trapped in it for a long time. Only strength can truly overcome it. Only oneself can get out of adversity. After having a child, I learned to make myself happy and gradually drove away the melancholy mood. I have learned to live a calm life. What else can I be unhappy? Only after experiencing some ups and downs can people have some feelings. For the hard-won life, what I can repay is to cherish and possess with the greatest enthusiasm. It seemed that happy days would make time rotate rapidly. In a flash, my son was already three years old. Along the way, I also realized the hardship of being a mother. The little guy grows up in our expectation every day, from babbling to toddling. From forcing milk to eating in a big mouth. From the sound sleep lying in my arms to the rolling bed now, I have experienced his happiness and life all the time, always laughing and singing. A happy life is nothing more than this. There are food and drink, houses and cars, family happiness, drinking and singing. I never deliberately educate children. As a parent, providing a good living environment for children is the key to education. Living habits, speech and virtue, only by myself can we set an example, only in this way can we set an example for children, and only in a good family environment can children be influenced by them. When I was young, my parents always measured my child’s intelligence by how many words I read and how many poems I recited. However, it made my young heart feel bored from now on, it also ignores the exploration of children’s potential. Childhood is beautiful for everyone, and I can spend my whole life recalling it. So is my childhood. A doll and a tricycle fell mud together, plowed together, and touched river fish together, there are not too many toys, but they have a happy time. Yesterday, my son’s kindergarten opened teaching and invited parents to listen. The classroom atmosphere was very active. He changed the education mode of reading characters, reciting poems and watching cartoons in the past, and learned knowledge during playing, seeing the happy feeling of my child makes me feel gratified from the bottom of my heart, and I also feel the happiness of life. The happiness of my child is my happiness. It is our parents’ greatest wish to make children have a happy childhood.

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Waiting

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Sick time

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Sigh life fragile

A rush alarm quickly woke me up from my sleep. I tried to open my sleepy eyes, dragging my body which seemed not to wake up, and dragged into the washroom to brush my teeth, I heard the roommate in the next room shouting out: The kitten is dead, and my unconscious mind hasn’t responded clearly, so I ran to her room and asked: What’s wrong?, she was lowering her head, stroking the body of the kitten, and said softly: Look, the kitten is dead. I stood there in a daze, thinking subconsciously about how it could be, yesterday was fine, how to say it’s gone without it? I squatted down and touched the colder body. I didn’t move. A little life was finally away from us because of leaving the care of mother cat. I couldn’t help feeling dejected, early in the morning, I was depressed for a long time because of this matter. I still remember the happy scene when the kitten just came back. I just walked into the dormitory after work that day, and heard a strange cry coming out of my roommate’s room, I went into her room doubtfully and asked: what voice? My roommate told me happily that she saw a little cat shivering with cold on her way back. Because it was very small, she thought it was a mouse at first, after a careful look, she found that it turned out to be a small breast cat. It was estimated that a few days after she was born, she took it back with pity, but the kitten kept yelling somehow, the sound of shouting was so hoarse that I gently picked up the kitten with my hands. I felt its weak body was shaking all the time, so I told her that the kitten might be frozen, have you fed it? She nodded and said, “I fed the milk powder, but it didn’t eat much. Later, I tried to feed it a little. I don’t know if I can feed it.” I joked, “it’s okay, the vitality of small animals is very tenacious. It is not easy to die. As long as we take good care of them, she nodded by default. We were so happy that we had a lovely friend here that night. Although we also took care of it with all our heart and soul, we checked how to take care of the newly born kitten on the Internet, and then learned from the practice of experienced people to find a small bottle that could be sucked to feed it with milk, when sleeping at night, fill it with a hot water bag and put it under it to keep warm. For fear that it will freeze, my roommates will get up in the middle of the night to change the water in the hot water bag, and take it out to bask in the sun when there is, but in the end, kitten still couldn’t defeat its short fate and left us. I don’t know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing when my roommate brought it back. Since God let it be left by mother cat, I met my roommate again, why should it be deprived of its life? The same is true for small animals, especially for human beings. Maybe one day they will face sudden disasters and unexpected accidents. It is not easy to live a safe life. Every year, every year, day after day, year after year, tomorrow after tomorrow, how many tomorrow? With the increasing number of circles of annual rings, we can sigh more about the short and precious life, and cherish everything we have in front of us. People, the most precious is life, and the most vulnerable is life, even if there is nothing fair in the world, only time is the most equal for everyone, and it will not be because of how much wealth you have and how high your official position is, time will give you a special gift, and you can’t enjoy two mornings in one day. Time will not be so stingy with you because of your humble status. In front of time, we are all the same, and no one can recall the past time. Happy time flies like flying. Wen Yiduo said: create happiness as much as possible to fill up time, and how can time be bound alive to accompany happiness. Do you love life? Then don’t waste time, because time constitutes the material of life. Cherish time to prolong life span, and the most wasteful thing is time. Let’s cherish life, cherish life and live happily every day!

Like (prose editor: yuiran) 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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Sick time

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Listen to Sparrow voice

[Introduction] I think sparrows are messengers from nature. Every time I hear the sound of sparrows, it is like hearing the sound of rain. The dirt in my heart is washed down and people feel much relaxed, the messy world was suddenly left behind, and people returned to nature.

Recently, I always feel bored doing homework at home, and the world in front of me suddenly becomes much smaller. I don’t know why, just want to hear the sparrow’s voice. When I was young, I lived in a cottage with my family, and there was no Sparrow crying around me, twittering around my ears. But at that time, I didn’t think sparrows were very noisy. Maybe sparrows didn’t quarrel with people. It was because people’s ears were confused by the noise of machines, so I thought it was sparrows that quarreled with people. At that time, I thought naively that sparrows would stay with us all the time. Sparrows are small animals close to people, and also have some aura. Although it is not like the swallows in Zhuangzhou who cut off people’s nerves with a clever blade, nor is it like the arrogant lark who sings loudly on the branches, as if he does not eat human beings. It is a sparrow, and the Sparrow should be close to other lives except them. They look at the gap, build nests, lay eggs, and greet neighbors closely, they are less alert to people. They seem to think that no matter how ferocious people are, there must be a companion around them. They are determined to accompany them. But as time went by, we were really independent now, and even the lingering Sparrow companions were abandoned. I think I have lost a friend and a familiar voice around me. In my world, I can’t hear the sparrow’s voice, even if it is zero decibel, it also makes people feel agitated. It turns out that it is not quiet without sound, but the place with familiar sound is the quietest. Therefore, I began to miss the sound of sparrows, and I decided to look for the sound of sparrows. I went to the community to look for the sound of sparrows. There are only a few scattered plants in the community, which make people unable to name them. The plants grow crooked, with no flowers blooming all the year round. The note struggled and shook in the wind, trying to get rid of the barren dust. I couldn’t help laughing at the gray sky and the plants. I was afraid that it was a bitter smile. I didn’t want to get rid of it. I went to a place where there were sparrow naturally, listening to her cry and listening to my own voice. I was afraid there was no Sparrow sound in the community, but it was too late. I took a cup of coffee and sat in front of the desk, looking out of the window blankly. My body gradually warmed up, but my heart shivered. In the days when I couldn’t hear the Sparrow, I often felt dull like being imprisoned. Once, my junior high school classmates invited me out for a gathering, which made me find the sparrow’s voice. I came to the Pearl Garden next to the 26th Middle School and sat on the stone bench for a rest. Suddenly, a sparrow screamed and a smile quickly climbed up my tired face. The dust in my heart also settled in the soil of the Pearl Garden. It turns out that the sound of sparrows has not been extinct. In the only few parks, there are still some surviving sparrows on the high branches of the phoenix tree. Thank the park for giving them a home and a place for my soul. In my opinion, sparrows are messengers from nature. Every time I hear the sound of sparrows, it is like hearing the sound of rain, the dirt in my heart is washed down and people feel much relaxed, the messy world was suddenly left behind, and people returned to nature. Its cry is like a tranquilizer, which can always calm me down in anxiety, let me find the calling sound of my heart, let me find the melody of nature, and we will come back to this melody sooner or later, in the morning and evening, it will accompany the sparrow’s cry forever. Listen to the sparrow’s voice, listen to the call of your soul, listen to nature.

Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

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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

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…

No crops city

I am authentic descendant of farmers, and the blood of farmers flows on my body. I was like a swaying crop on a vast field, which was transplanted to this magnificent city many years ago. I was far away from the land and the huge green family of many of my brothers and sisters. I felt a little weak and suffocated. I often slipped into the mire of melancholy when I could not see the distance of my hometown. But I am not a crop. I just live in a city without crops. I am just worried about it. Just like a staggered flower, shining in the gray scenery of reinforced concrete in the city. Many of my walking and singing have lost enough confidence and reasons. I want to pull out the peony and autumn chrysanthemum in the garden in front of the building. I want to plant long-lost crops in this small land. But I can’t find seeds and seedlings. Besides, how can such a barren and monotonous land grow green and good crops? Therefore, I can only let the bright flowers bloom freely in my lost eyes. You should understand that I am not melodramatic, let alone artificial. For many nights, I will dream back to my hometown and the village surrounded by fields and crops. I wandered in the endless crops, and lost in the surging Green Ocean. Only when I go to and get close to crops can I live a full life and live a full life. But I was far away from the green ocean. I walked into the city wasteland without crops. In a sense, I am more like a marginal person or a watcher of the city. I can’t listen to the happy heartbeat of the city. I am in the city, but my heart remains in distant villages and fields. I am in Cao Ying and in Han, and it is hard to avoid the experience of loneliness and being abandoned and desolate. I can’t live without the feeding of food every day, which gives me many opportunities to go to the field indirectly. I seem to see the food harvested by farmers being transported to the city full of desire and singing and dancing by car. We also know that the beautiful city is not only fed by food, but also partly by the sweat of migrant workers. When it comes to migrant workers, they are actually a group of farmers who leave their homes. In the wasteland of cities, all their walking and singing cannot be separated from their strength and salty sweat. I will feel kind when I see them, just like seeing distant fields and crops. Migrant workers were permeated with the fragrance of soil. The dark faces and rough hands reminded me of my father in my hometown. However, when I took the initiative to strike up a conversation with them, what I cast was a strange look on guard. This group of simple and honest crops men looked at the well-dressed me standing in front of them, just like looking at aliens outside the Earth. This kind of looking makes me feel sad. In fact, they don’t know that like them, I am bleeding from farmers. Anyway, I feel gratified for the open gate of the city, and wish those peasants and brothers who came by the bees, because their appearance makes the flowers on the city wasteland, no longer so weak. When I was depressed with homesickness, I occasionally went to the suburbs of the city or even the countryside outside the county. On the edge of the city, I didn’t see crops. What I saw were only verdant vegetables, which grew around the city warmly and were transported to the city to feed the city’s growing appetite. Only in further places can I see crops in real sense. They are rice, corn or wheat. In the fields with infinite vitality, these green plants are elaborately weaving a dream. In the middle or one side of them, I was very happy, and my eyes were full of emotion, just like I went back to my distant hometown. This made me suddenly realize that the city I lived in and the village I used to live in were also surrounded by green fields and crops, but the city was not a village, cities are just densely populated and colorful places fed by food, and such places are also not suitable for the growth of crops. Living in a city without crops seems to be far away from the pastoral countryside. But when I look back at the distant villages and fields from time to time, I feel a little poetic with a strong homesickness like wine. Sometimes I just think that if I forget villages, fields and crops, I will live a more free and easy life. But I can’t do it. I can’t erase my peasant temperament and complex, which seems to be an inherent destiny. Then in a city without crops, treat yourself as a green crop! Maybe in the near future, I will hold rich fruits of my heart, making the nostalgia like wine more mellow and fragrant. 1370 words

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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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…

A kind of happiness determines a kind of pain

[Introduction] at the beginning, we were just pure language. Unconsciously, the tacit understanding in our hearts had no boundaries. At that moment, we made a promise for the first time, time is like a quiet warm stream lingering at your fingertips, and it is endless forever. Putting down dignity, personality and stubbornness is just because you can’t put down a person……

Little love exists in this beautiful heart, and it doesn’t need too much warmth to be moved.-the loneliness left on the bottom of the sea is that you pick it up deeply and even want to forget you severely,-But I can’t fill up the abyss in my heart. There is your existence on my road, but there is no track that you and I have traveled together. I began to miss the depth of the forgotten, looking at the broken sky, my heart is as broken as this, I can’t treasure you well, I have to be in your place, I try my best to extend my body,-tightly surrounding you, unable to write sunshine into verses. When the season of missing comes, those entangled emotions will never cross the Edge of Love, whether the ancient destiny is destined for love in this life-but my tears are in your hands. But I can’t sign the next life agreement. When the green vines were soaked in the buds of spring, the delicate flowers danced with the spring breeze, which was a kind of flawless beauty. In the blue sky, the trace that fingers crossed warmed the sunshine, warm eyes, but wet heart. The feeling of pain goes deep into the bone marrow, but I can only do nothing to let the fantasy fly like a light veil dance. Write your name on your heart like light rain, holding the moonlight every night, imagining by the window and sighing silently. Finally, I know that a kind of happiness determines a kind of pain. When there is no one, feel all the voices, pour out and be poured out, loneliness and prosperity, annihilation and existence, and the wind is scattered into a few words, with no trace, but failed to find some smiles, haggard became the story of yesterday, and words full of promises were everywhere in the air. I stood by the window and folded the promise into your shadow. Your voice penetrated my body easily, at the moment of wandering through the heart in the blood, the heart wrapped layer by layer poured into a river that could not be cleaned up and flowed out of the eyes. I thought that with a lock, I could lock the flow of emotion and breathe the warm smell in the air. My breath was nowhere to drift, just for you, melting in your crystal sight, it turned out to be a kind of touching. Many things are destined to start and end. At the beginning, we were just pure language. Unconsciously, the tacit understanding in our hearts had no boundaries. At that moment, we made a promise for the first time, and time lingered around our fingertips like a quiet warm current, stop forever, put down dignity, personality and stubbornness, all just because you can’t put down a person, love a person, there will be no pain, love a person, maybe it is a long pain, when everything becomes a past tense, I am just a meteor in your life, and the world that meteor will eventually fall is fair, giving us similar souls, it also gives us the necessary distance. Gathering is accidental, and scattering is nature. We can’t refuse the arrival of season, just like we can’t refuse your trace to sneak in, and finally we know, A kind of happiness determines a kind of pain, breath, meet in the dark, love pain, burning in the unconscious, filled in the silence between the cracks of the soul, blood flow is still, maybe everything comes from the first moment when the time is awake, but the fleeting time is not awake. When you peel off your Dusty mind, you are destined for this life. I will wait for you in a posture-standing in the shadow of water, folding a beam of moonlight as a mirror, carve a delicate expression for yourself-count the flowers and fall quietly, and all the stories sink into the legend of gazing. The scar in the light rain, at the moment you drank it off, the panic mood became full of encirclement. Don’t promise, don’t swear, just use the temperature of a cup of tea to slowly taste the happiness of the whole life. There is a kind of concern, which is intertwined repeatedly in the bottom of my heart and tangled into the constant scenery. I am your water, you are my mountain. I wish you are my tree in this life. And I am the vine wrapped around you

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…

Are you more lonely than fireworks

I am always moved by the beautiful pictures in hilaryand jackie, and every scene that appears will deeply touch your heart. Unremitting efforts have created a life more glorious than anyone else, let herself be exhausted under the starlight, and finally, she is more lonely than fireworks. When we were born, we stood at the intersection where we could never see the destination clearly. Someone was on the road, someone was off the road, someone was carrying luggage, and someone was alone. There is no end to the world. The only thing we can do is to quietly reach our own end. I like this kind of scene, everything around me is very glorious, watching their unpredictable quietly, seeing more unreal, and seeing his shadow quietly against his back. I always feel inexplicable warmth when facing such a picture. I like his clean and despised eyes. He is a child and very cute. Everyone once had such an era, and how much position it still occupies in your heart. Having such a position is a very happy thing. Through the window, you can see a lot of things, such as land, the world and the aperture that appears inadvertently. I like this kind of light feeling, which makes me feel that the world is very clean. Did you have a quiet insight into this seemingly bustling city on a special night and in a special place? Did you feel that it was actually cold in that little light. Remember or not, in fact, we all have moments as lovely as her. We don’t know anything. In our own world, we do things that others can’t understand and remember happiness that others don’t understand. This seemed to be a touching scene. She didn’t stand in the glorious Hall, but did she find that everything around was not incompatible with her? At this time, they all set off each other’s beauty. The world, everything, so what, in my own world, I live more wonderful than everything. Everything around me was endless. I saw not only the boundless grassland, but also the zebra crossing extending far away. Have you ever stood in the middle of the road, looking at the endless distance? At this time, have you ever found that the shadow at the 90-degree angle with you has never left you. Even if you stand alone on the remote horizon, you are never alone, right? Getting these pictures originates from the year of Qi Qin and poison. In my opinion, everything that can move me to tears has its charm. Looking at them, I can think about everything. Be a person who is unique, happy and can never find a second one in the world. Besides, don’t be more lonely than fireworks, after getting everything you want. I will never know about you.

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Thought a piece of the sky

Ups and downs, why do human beings create such a word? Yeah! Everyone knows that ups and downs are just a dummy. Really, the shallow water is so clear, but why can’t I feel this kind of calm? Maybe the running water is no longer clear! Everyone knows that ships will always drift. Unless one day, the waves lift it into the river. But on the surface of the river without waves, how can it be overturned? People not to know. Yeah! Sometimes I wonder: why do people always bully the weak with the strong? Maybe the reason why I have this idea is that I am scared by others! I really don’t understand: the more tolerant I am, why do others bully me? Could it be that I am afraid of their failure. No, it’s I am common. I was just like the five kinds of molecules in that special period. I was bullied by oil and hard, so I could see through the world. World, Oh! It is too dark and inhuman for me. Maybe! I will have this idea, because I am abnormal. However, I am a good man, and I am not a homosexual. How can I be a freak? Maybe this is the only violation that can make you calm down! Who can not be abnormal in this world? Sometimes I really want to commit suicide. Why should I live without any value? Is it just because I am afraid of death? I don’t think so! I still have to fight for a breath alive. I want to know, is it really useless for people like me? I can’t swallow that breath! I want to live for the sake of my only belief, live till dawn, and don’t let the darkness devour myself. Because I firmly believe that the light of the sun can illuminate everything. But I often ask myself: what on earth are you living like? To put it bluntly, I also know that in others’ eyes, I am even inferior to bird shit. Bird shit, I think how much shit can a bird pull out! White, as big as a piece of sugar. Some people may say that a blind man heard someone shouting behind him: Sugar Sugar blind immediately picked up the bird shit in front of him and put it into his mouth. Yeah! After that, the man finally told me all about sugar; Bird shit. See! I was eaten by others, but I was still eaten by others. Yeah! Look at it)! What does it mean if I am alive? When I died, I was still eaten by the blind as sugar; Although I was just a bird shit. People, why do you want to live so hard? Why do you want others to eat shit? I don’t know, I really don’t know; I can’t figure it out, I really can’t figure it out. Why on earth is this? Even five-year-old children would laugh at what they did. Forget it. What’s the use of saying these useless and sad words? I think, no matter who, there are sad things in my heart! It just depends on whether he is willing to say it out. However, it is better not to speak it out; Let it never be known by others, and become the forever of your inner world, like locking the door tightly, even a gap of water could not seep in. It is not easy for a thoughtful person to see sorrow from his face. Because he himself is very good at disguising himself. Just like a red apple, its appearance looks very bright red, in fact, the core inside has already broken. Only when someone opens it can he be surprised to find that it smells bad inside. Yeah! It doesn’t matter if you stink an apple. But what if a person stinks? In fact, I already stink, and it is smelly and rotten. But I haven’t died yet. (End)

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Lonely life text accompanied

Tonight, it was quiet and serene. The moon went through the window lattice slanting like water, and fell quietly on the floor of Room 607 of this Baile hotel. A lonely lamp accompanied my lonely heart. When I woke up, I turned on the sound and indulged myself in the melody of singing music, feeling the joys and sorrows of life with my heart and containing the sweetness and sorrows of life with my love. I often sit in front of the screen and tap the keyboard alone in this sleepless quiet night, leaving traces of happiness or sadness in my life, looking for the destination of the heart. All over the world, I have gone through countless familiar and seemingly unfamiliar scenery, and the mood of wandering around the world is still the same, just a few more sadness and loneliness. The passion of my life in the years has gradually faded. Only the deep love in my heart has been burning and never gone out. Who is accompanied by lonely life? Both friends and relatives have the time to leave me. The only thing that can stay with me forever is this silent words. Indeed, it will not please me because of my wealth, nor leave me because of my poverty. It will not pursue me because of my talent, nor abandon me because of my aging. In this article, there are my joy, my sorrow, my laughter and my tears in the little words. Who depends on each other in lonely life? Only the words with ink fragrance warm my lonely and desolate heart and make me really happy! I am waiting for the beautiful and tranquil space of my own side. I am reluctant to stay in the back garden of my own, three acres of land, harvest and release the fragile and strong deep feelings. In the vast sea of people and the rolling world of mortals, there are the crossstream of material desires and the pursuit of fame and wealth. I found a quiet and Pure Land of soul in this troubled world, traveling through time and space, singing with Dongpo to the east, and traveling with Li Bai in great rivers and mountains. I am bathed in the sunshine of words, I feel the warmth and pleasure brought by words, my heart flickers in words, and my feelings fly in words; my life is enriched in words, and my life is prolonged in words. It is rare to have an eternal confidant in life, which was once the sentimental feeling of how many literati and poets were amazed! I think the bosom friend I want to get in life is regardless of the time and background. I know each other only because of loneliness. Maybe one day, others can read some of my deep feelings in my heart when reading my words, which leads me to be a confidante! I like to be alone in silence, thinking or enjoying. Maybe I was in prosperity, but I was still lonely. The noise in the downtown made me uncomfortable and uneasy. Therefore, I like the plain in loneliness and the care in loneliness. Over time, this feeling becomes a spray in my heart. In loneliness, I often think of the person I love in my heart, and only in the lonely atmosphere can I truly realize the desire of missing and the precious emotion. Although you are not around me, although you are far away from thousands of rivers and mountains, I have never felt any distance between us, because of the call of heart, the connection between the heart and the proper connection between the heart cannot be blocked by any distance. When I don’t see you, I wait in silence, knowing that you will care about me, knowing that you will miss me, and only you can refresh my loneliness and make my heart warm. Last night westerly withered Bishu, alone on high-rise, monopoly wandering road. Lonely life, I don’t know how many times I hesitate in the journey of life? Mingyue high-rise buildings rest alone, wine into sorrow, turned into tears of lovesickness. Life is lonely, I don’t know how many times I linger in the unreal world? Listening to a night rain and tasting a pot of fragrant tea, let the deep emotions in your heart pervade romantic fragrance of life, let your sensitive mood breed and depict beautiful pictures of life one after another. Listen to a song, sprinkle a line of words, write a poem, and knock an article. Click the words to accompany each other and record the emotion given by life with words. This feeling could be recalled, but at that time it was already disconsolate. Lonely life is still warm, and life is still lonely and romantic!

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On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites…

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