Month: August 2019

Youth. Freeze-frame

Spring elimination snow

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…

Buried distortions

In the evening of late autumn, it was colder, and the house was simple, which made people unable to sit still. Even Lu Xun’s favorite article only read one article “I talk about falling into the people”. Lying in the bed was supposed to continue reading books. As soon as I took out my hand, I felt cold and had no sense of reading any more. The warm bed wiped out my interest! When I closed my eyes and couldn’t fall asleep, I couldn’t help thinking of myself because of the fact that I fell into the people in books. After thinking it over, why wasn’t I a fallen into the people! Alas…, those remaining thoughts of falling into the people really let people know the bondage of unhappiness. Many things are so complicated that they don’t understand it many times! I can’t change my temper. The more I can’t figure out the problem, the more anxious I am to understand! Head on the head of the bed, carefully recall today’s inner dynamics. In the morning, the head talked with the director about the problem of tight work and asked for more people. It was euphemistically rejected by the director. That was the words of the director. Hearing these words, there was a trace of cold sweat in his hand, exaggeratedly speaking. The director said that you don’t know the current situation. The company pays hundreds of thousands of yuan every month. In the past, when we were working hard, we would stick to it. Then stick to it! Um…, take a long breath, low-end cars, can’t sell the quantity, can’t make money, Alas…, I don’t know how long the company can last…….. I am most afraid of changing my job. It’s not like being at home outside. I don’t have to spend money on food and accommodation. There are too many places to spend money outside, so I feel scared when I think of money. What makes me headache more is those psychological effects. Every time I was afraid of losing my job, it happened that such a thing always made me catch up. I tried to comfort myself many times, but it didn’t work much. Therefore, there is a more precarious feeling. What worries me is not the issue of life, which I am very clear. What? If it doesn’t work, change another place, isn’t it the same? I tried my best to comfort myself. However, considering the previous work, every time I was so unlucky that I caught up with a company going bankrupt and then found a new job. In the end, there was no money left. When was the end of such a life. The restless heart always affects me, which greatly reduces those happiness. So, every time I encounter such a thing, my first thought is where to live and what to do. The hateful cancer, even if there is no possibility of closing the company, I will be alert for several months, for fear! After hearing the company’s loss of money, I couldn’t eat. Thinking of this makes me suffer from gain and loss. Why do I always catch up with such a company! You know this will happen. I shouldn’t have come at that time. There are so many coincidences in the world. I used to doubt those coincidences when I was watching TV, huh…. Lu Xun is so good that what he wrote is consistent with my experience. What’s wrong with Lu Xun’s writing? It’s not about this fool. The thought of that woman is not much different from mine. If I read it again, I promise to hit the book on the wall or on the ground. It is best to smash a few pages to feel better, regardless of whether I will feel distressed in the future. I have been worried and angry. Life still needs to continue and gradually calm down a lot. No matter how things develop, whether they are unemployed or not saving money, it is an absolute problem. Only the remaining thoughts of falling into the people bound my heart, causing a sense of crisis of fear, which influenced my happy life. In some less arrogant words: It seems that the major twists and turns in life are not the main ones. I guess the main thing is the problem of mentality! After thinking of these, I felt much better in my heart. Tomorrow or later, no! From now on, I will take ten times of my will to strongly remove the mentality of fear of unemployment caused by the remaining thought of falling into the people. For the sense of crisis…, is this related to the fear of unemployment? I don’t understand for a moment. Then I thought a lot… maybe I was tired, and the memory like sleeping and waking up was really vague…….

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

“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…

qi yue cool raw

Suddenly there was a feeling of autumn all night. There was a layer and a half of thick fallen leaves on the ground out of thin air. There is also the cool north wind that seems to be unique in autumn. Sitting on the shabby bus back from the driving school, I felt depressed. Pieces of dilapidated buildings with demolition were mixed with the unpleasant smell of dust. The occasional high-end communities are somewhat ironic under the deserted background. I don’t like autumn in Shijiazhuang. I like the words “July Liangsheng” very much. It was written by a beautiful girl. She changed the net name from Beibei to these four words without asking her why, I just feel that there is a sense of beauty that does not match the tone. From time to time, beautiful cities that conform to these artistic conceptions will turn out in my mind, such as Lhasa. When I was in Fuzhou, I would wander in the student Street in Jiangxia on rainy nights. Ren Damao would stay at the soybean milk shop beside the road. It smells good. He asked for a full cup of soybean milk and would also choose the flavor he liked. She will ask me if you come. At that time, I would answer her with a smile, seeing you drink it, I don’t like drinking soy milk. Then I watched Ren Damao drinking in a warm Soybean Milk Cup all the way. Now I find that I don’t like it just because my subconscious mind doesn’t touch the taste. I like the delicious soya-bean milk on the second floor of the restaurant now, and I am used to walking around with warm soya-bean milk cups, just like Ren Dayao on the streets of Fuzhou in the past. There is a warm feeling, from the palm of your hand. Da Mao said that the boss took him to see sunflowers that afternoon, and sent a photo full of sunflowers. Sunny scene. Looking at the depressing weather outside my window. She shook her head and replied to her with a smile, saying that she was not loyal and would not take me to see sunflowers while I was staying. The days of coming and going are more or less inappropriate. Xiao Bu will suddenly contact me and suddenly find that he has been separated from this quiet girl for more than a year. No more meeting, greet each other, how are you recently. I asked Xiao Bu directly for photos, and wanted to see her changes over a year. E-mail the recent photos of each other, surprised to find that this girl became more beautiful. The simple short hair in the past has turned into beautiful long hair. There is a very intellectual feeling. Follow my thoughts and recall the days when I went to school together. Xiao Bu always sits in front of me and asks questions. I will be happy to hold another bottle of Pepsi in exchange and share it with me. I would hang out with me without hesitation when I was bored, and would also send me colorful cards filled with beautiful words when I was separated. I said I would visit her when I was free, more or less, I missed this cute girl a little. I like the cool gray tone of “The Piano of steel. The little band played and sang the tragic melody of Volga River under the shabby chimney. After all, Chen Guilin made the piano so that his daughter could play it for herself. But at the end of the picture, there was no demonstration of happy reunion, and it just came to an abrupt end. But it seemed that it was already enough. When the piano slowly fell from the air, Chen Guilin had won a grassroots dignity. Like the gray humor throughout the whole play, Chen Guilin would ridicule his friends who made a living by killing pigs, saying that he was the only one among his friends who had an industry. It makes people feel a little funny, but it is mixed with some sadness that cannot be done. The black and white keys painted on the wood plate made a piano for my daughter, and taught her to play the piano with heart, which seemed to never sound. It is a bit like the gray-black picture of Nanjing, Nanjing, which unconsciously gives people a sense of heaviness, with steel bars and dilapidated buildings spreading throughout the perspective. Very similar to that era. Hao zi will let me read her novels and pay close attention to the update of each chapter of her. Very campus feeling, very interesting little story. Hao zi will say that she can’t always say her good, but point out her shortcomings. Only in this way can she make progress and improve her consciousness. I smiled and said, it would be better if you could change the name of the handsome boy in your article from pipe to stick. Brother Hao will still talk on the phone for a long time. It is obvious that listening to brother Hao’s talking on the phone is like listening to ideological and political lessons, which is full of the power of spiritual sublimation. He would guess with Xinyu who was the girl on the other end of the phone like making trouble. Then call a girl with verification, and hang up the phone with satisfaction after hearing the prompt tone of the user you are calling. I will still see the wandering old dog taken in by teacher suguan everyday, with messy fur and slightly white beard. Sometimes I joke that this old dog is really ugly. It seems to be a habit to see it. Sometimes I suddenly think that four years is very short, but if I can see it again after four years, maybe it has been old, or maybe it has started a new wandering. Unconsciously, I remembered that everyone had a very popular relay game about time and dreams. The format of the game is as follows: How old am I this year and where am I. Two or ten years later, where do I want to be. 20 years’ imagination is full of yearning. Lhasa, Paris, Lijiang. I will question my own ideas. Twenty years will be a long time. Even if I write it down, what will happen after many years. Time is enough to make everything wrong. After a short hesitation, I continued the game happily: I was in Shijiazhuang. Two or ten years later, I wanted to go where I wanted to go. Think of it as an unrealistic great dream. Maybe one day, maybe it won’t take two or ten years. Will accidentally shine into the reality.

Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

Used old time

Being squeezed by time, it became thin, and then it showed a charming manner. I was confused and almost threw the weight of my body to the bluestone floor with cold face. Stumbling through a specific period of time. How long it will be, how long it will be, how long it will be, and how long it will be. The new door cannot hide the vicissitudes we have gone through. Grafting in the old fence reveals the desolation of semi-new and not old. Who can see the beautiful curve, the beautiful pattern, the graceful and charming after your slimming? Neither fowl nor fowl, with an innocent face. Think you are, lower your head, but not, with eyes full of psychedelic, bitterness and sadness. Who was eliminated by time? A game, who is the last king? Stay in the dark, you and I are entangled in time. Is the me you see the same as imagined —- sadness. Everyone couldn’t see his face clearly in the bathroom. Zhang Zhang’s face was covered with damp light. Loose long hair, aging appearance. The falling skin, the folds in it, is deep and shallow. My sense of smell is hard to face the sudden collision. At the moment of escaping, relocate the direction. Strange words, warm and warm. I choose to face this moment. Black is a common attribute, I am a Crow. What have you achieved in time? Who has drunk white milk? Who sucked it dry, and then discarded it. No one saw it, I am the only peeper. I saw the beating and flowing river, through my skin, the glittering black flooded all the gorgeous that suffocated me. An old face, an original heart. Half a Life of ups and downs, I am lonely. The background color I saw exudes hazy gold. The intoxicating touch in the sunset. (520 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

“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…

Written in the morning diary

Last night, I was sleepless and busy with my work. Living can’t live without work. As a man after thirty, this truth has been deeply rooted in his heart. I wiped my sleepy eyes at three o’clock in the morning and woke myself up. I can’t refuse to be afraid of fatigue. There are still a lot of things to be done. Only when I finish it will tomorrow’s sunshine smile, tomorrow, tomorrow will last for an interesting life. At five o’clock in the morning, the work was finished. But my ass was so miserable that he didn’t listen to me numbly. When I thought of stretching my body, my ass was too lazy to move. Lying in my consciousness with weak spirit, it is difficult to connect with my body and exercise my life together. The night that has not faded, like what is lost? Keeping silent loneliness all the time, deliberately creating a deep tone for my vision, making me feel the heavy life after being worn out in the depth of exhaustion. Looking at the computer screen with relief, yesterday’s story ended in exhaustion, and today’s emotion extended in life. Living in this machine era, thoughts cannot control the rotation of machines. To live, you need to rotate. At six o’clock in the morning, I wanted to shut up for a while, but the early sun woke up the crazy people in this world again. There were noises, air flute, and some warm love songs came from some warm small rooms, it disturbed the silence of the morning. I don’t hate bustle. Once the world leaves bustle, the prediction of will become a fact after being spread by one madman after another. People are really sad. There are many people in this world whose original healthy minds are destroyed by rumors. The love song was beating on the chord in the morning. The body that was tired and wanted to sleep had some spirit. It seems that the love that has been reduced by years will sprout on a certain love cell in the body and occasionally stir the warmth of the old man’s aftertaste. I began to recall, recalling some familiar faces, recalling some scenes that once gave me complete forgetting that there was only beauty but no sadness in this world in my life. Suddenly, I suddenly saw a woman with long hair who was slender and beautiful, just like the wife and mother who was still sleeping in my room, leaning against the debris of the years and smiling at me, that smile, as soon as my legs were soft, I fell down in the gentle village. From then on, when I entered the castle of marriage, I would never imagine the red apricot going out of the wall. Who knows, in the sweet aftertaste, a voice came from behind: what kind of breakfast to eat, I answered confusedly: Whatever, milk, bread, eggs, have breakfast after eating, I will take you to play on national day. Where? Don’t you want to hook fish? Fish hook. I really regret that I have hooked you. Since then, I have no space for myself. In the name of taking me there, you are actually restricting my personal freedom. One more sentence: a pair of hands without freshness gently pinched on my neck. My body has some temperature like electric shock. Looking back, I looked at her, showing a little light. My body was no longer numb and weak, so I approached the table and sat down. My eyes stared at me gently. Under the gentle supervision, I could only eat up her breakfast. I fell asleep in a daze and saw the sunshine running on the grass 30 years later. I also saw the old woman and I sitting on the grass, recollecting the sad and happy story of life. The taste of dreaming is really good! Dream went.

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

“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…

I in winter look up

Hanging heavy raindrops on the branches in autumn, the brow in winter frowned slightly, then it bounced down gently without any impurities the wind blown before, the beautiful light marks are drawn between the cracks of life, but the enthusiasm does not increase or decrease, which makes the cool memory breathe endlessly, so we have to do the same. The cold winter has broken the peace, the sky begins to be excited, the sunset begins to turn white, and the heart begins to hide. The sound of Crows cannot express the loneliness of Gobi Desert, the sunset in the desert, and the loneliness of the scenery of the North. In that year, I went south all the way and saw the water villages in the South. In the deep winter, I saw the long and graceful lanes. The winter in Kunming, the southern country, was bred early in the embrace of spring without getting cold. However, there was a few winter rains, but I had never seen the time when snowflakes flew. Now, standing in the winter of the north, looking up at the sky, high and deep, like the pupil of expectation. On the distant Tianshan Mountains, the vegetation turned yellow into the sea, and the waves made deep thoughts. Standing in this desolate Gobi desert, I could no longer find the comfort left in those years. Now I have to enjoy the silence and loneliness, not sad or hurt, huan don’t. When has the North gradually transferred its warmth to the South? It is said that the red beans in the South are red, and where are the people gathering now? However, there is only the cold winter in the north. I can only imagine the scenery outside the Tianshan Mountain in the dusk of the North, and I can’t escape from the fantasy after thinking about it. I thought that the winter of would be very different from the past. I even expected that miracles would appear in the north Tianshan mountains like this, but I lost my pride in my palm, then it was crushed and raised. I have already believed that some mood can not be reluctant, this kind of plain, this kind of peace, so it has already become my most beautiful waiting, just like the setting sun still shines on the desk, fat, scattering a beautiful aperture, so there is no need to yearn for how warm this winter is. When the autumn was not light and the winter was not thick, I stood in the middle with my hands spread out. One hand was slightly cold while the other was cold. I thought the gradual cold would aggravate the chip, and then I put my hands together, quietly melt the weight of palm. I didn’t expect that such a person who acted as if nothing had happened could keep his heart warm. I saw that the Tianshan Mountain in Inner Mongolia, under the influence of winter, was very quiet and absolute, and nobody cared about it, quietly guarding the vast and vast desolate hiding without any comfort, never flaunt. The rain at the end of autumn was like yawning, and began to fall asleep slowly. The breath gently moistened the skin in winter a little bit. Winter had already begun to frost and cover the scenery of the North with cold wind. I looked up at the winter, and he looked so mysterious, like a quick-speed guest with cotton yarn. He was already near the Tianshan Mountain in Inner Mongolia. The last season of the year was my winter in Inner Mongolia, I looked up and couldn’t imagine it, so I watched it quietly with a steady tone of dialogue, believing that one day we could say it. The cold wind has come to winter and I put on thick clothes. I believe in the North that warmth is everywhere. The sunset I encountered had quietly returned to the western mountain early. When the north wind from Siberia swept over the winter forehead again, mixed with the smell of prairie, it would be the final baptism, we are still striding forward in the sunset glow of our dreams, wrapped in thick bags. In Inner Mongolia, at the beginning of winter, I spread my hands deeply, held blessings, stared at my dreams, and warmed my enthusiasm.

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…

I’m waiting

In this world, there are always people waiting, and there are always people waiting. Waiting is the vision of happiness, and waiting is the future of hope. Waiting, no commitment, no appointment for three lives, no need to ask whether to wait or not, and no need to ask whether the value is worth waiting, because someone is willing to wait for waiting. Waiting is an indispensable part of life, waiting for the sunshine to shine on the Earth. Waiting for the cool breeze, waiting for the spring full of green garden. Waiting for the sweet love, the well-paid career, the long-anticipated promotion of official positions; And the anxious waiting outside the operation room, the waiting outside the waiting room, the loving mother’s waiting for the wandering outside and the love for thousands of years are spent in waiting. Life will experience countless waiting, and all kinds of waiting have different profound meanings. Back to the past years, in my life, I don’t know how many times I have experienced waiting engraved in my heart, and the feeling of each waiting is different. It is like my shadow, accompanying me through the whole life, bathing in the bright sunshine with me, and enjoying the happy moment with me, he also endured the pain of holding hands with me, and even depended on me and looked forward to a better tomorrow. We often wait, from birth to aging, it seems that everything has to wait, every quarter of an hour has to wait, and waiting runs through life all the time, time flies by in the waiting intentionally or unintentionally. In my memory, when I was young, I was looking forward to the coming of the Spring Festival as soon as possible, wearing new clothes and eating fish and meat as a guest to throw a gun battle; When I went to school, I was looking forward to the coming of winter and summer vacation as soon, luckily, I had fun with my classmates during the holidays and made troubles all over the world; The waiting at that time was full of happiness. When I grew up, I was looking forward to going to college and finding a good job; The waiting at that time was full of hope. When I went to work, I was looking forward to finding a beautiful wife and a warm house; The waiting at that time was full of fantasies. After getting married, I was looking forward to having a smart son or a beautiful daughter. The waiting at that time was full of warmth. Life grows up in waiting, and the waiting time of life is so long. Waiting is a painful suffering. Waiting is so sweet, time exudes the fragrance of time, which blurs the face of wind and frost in the dense. When waiting, you can look back at the past time and browse the pictures of the past again. People are sweet because of memories, and their hearts are intoxicated because of memories. Waiting is also a kind of beautiful mood. There are leisure, joy, happiness and expectation in waiting, depression, helplessness, pain and touch in waiting; Peace and anxiety in waiting, surprise and loss, gathering and parting go round and round. Some people can only wait for their whole life, and they are still infatuated without regrets when looking through the autumn water; Some people clearly know that they will leave after getting together, but the waiting figure does not hesitate, and they spend all their lives of happiness in order to get together for a moment. Sigh sorrows and happiness of clutch, how many elixir of love, but this has stupid, yi dai jian kuan final not regret. I am also waiting. I am waiting for the lover in my heart to go home. In order to wait for the moment when you and I can see each other with four eyes and ten fingers, I am willing to wait without complaint or regret. Waiting for your gradual footnotes, waiting for your bright smile, waiting for your warm hug, waiting for the blooming of your life. Even if the resplendence is plain after blooming and gradually withered after blooming, the beauty at this moment is enough to turn those regrets into satisfied sighs. I am waiting, my long eyes passing through thousands of mountains and rivers, accompanying you through every gentle and affectionate morning and dusk, watching the wind dancing, the soft breeze touching your face, blowing up your hair, with inexplicable happiness flying around your eyebrows and eyes, the corners of your mouth tightly sipped with uncovering joy. I tell you softly, I am beside you, I am waiting, waiting for you to sing all the way

Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

Window

Looking from the window, the opposite is a novel world. Some people are watching the scenery, some are playing with birds, some are whispering with others, maybe they will catch a glimpse of me in an casual moment, I am doing nothing in a daze, drinking tea, resting and thinking. Some people continue to do what they should do, while others disappear unnaturally in my sight. My sight didn’t follow them for a long time, but fell down to the ground. The hot surface made a sound of friction with the shuttle vehicles one after another. Standing at the window always makes people daydream endlessly. There is no longer purple morning glory on both sides of the road, which accompanies my memory of fairy tales in my childhood. ALICE, adult country and villain country, Thumbelina, Prince…. Fairy tales, purple and morning glory are naturally linked together in my long childhood. It caused many fantasies and daydreams of mine. I still vaguely remember the small living room of my former residence, the blackboard that my parents gave me, on which the crooked painting was not very beautiful, which was the product of my daydream. But now I can’t remember what I drew, just like I saw the twisted handwriting I wrote when I opened the primary school handwriting book. The glass of the window is blurred due to the relationship between years. Looking into the unclear glass, it is the past years that I can clearly see. There are some shortcomings. I always feel that my past years are not so ups and downs, but just count my days in this way. I don’t have many magnificent and fantastic experiences myself. I am watching every bit of life with a pair of slightly myopic eyes. Gradually, this pair of eyes became acute and sharp, while the mind became rich and realistic. Some don’t have to experience by yourself, but feel the same. The only difference is that we like to talk a lot about what we have seen but never experienced, while we become silent about what we have seen and experienced. In college classes, I sometimes sit by the window in a fixed posture. I remembered the scene when I was in middle school. There was not a day when I didn’t curse, but I felt that memory was so human. My childish but high-spirited look appeared in front of my eyes at the age of 16. At that time, I liked to see his figure outside the window. He was like a large number of grass to me. I was shrouded in his shadow for many years. Up to now, this is still a difficult and beautiful emotion….. I also remembered a tall boy with unknown name who once watched him. He played basketball very well. He liked to wear navy blue down jacket in winter, and he always brushed past me. In summer, I like to wear light T-shirts, and often put two cuffs on my shoulder… Recently, I also met an uncertain boy. We had a good time playing together, but I was not sure about my feelings and I was not used to changing from one kind of friend to another. I just think we are too young to make a final conclusion on many things. We can only walk and watch, hoping that there will be a good answer to everything. I really miss the smoke ring floating out of a building in the past. It drifted leisurely into the clouds and disappeared in the atmosphere. The Smoke Ring was as complex and changeable as layers of consciousness. It was unpredictable and appeared in a while, then it disappeared quickly. I knew exactly what I was thinking at that time. I might miss someone, think of something, or even suddenly think of some unpredictable colors, those colors are like being refracted by a multi-edge mirror, and the light is dazzling. Let me see neither the past nor the future. I can only look at the wandering smoke ring without knowing the fate and the dull life.

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…

Hurry up, anytime

The development of modern transportation and communication brings great convenience to our production and life. Walking on the street, you will encounter old classmates and old friends you haven’t met for a long time by accident. On the Internet, you will encounter familiar faces. After careful confirmation, you will find that he is an old friend who has disappeared for a long time thousands of miles away. Maybe you think there will be no intersection in your life, but life is so dramatic, or the benefits brought by advanced technology. Of course, the surprise is beyond words. However, the surprise came and went quickly. Take miss for example. Long ago, missing was a kind of distance. I miss you. I have climbed several mountains, crossed several rivers, and met you by the gurgling Bridge. At that time, missing was thousands of mountains and rivers, and the ends of the world. It is a kind of lovesickness, two leisure worries, and a kind of luxury beauty in modern times. Nowadays, missing is a medium, a phone call, a text message and an e-mail. It is convenient, but unfortunately the smell of missing is far less strong. I think of a poem of Duoyu: when a person goes so deep in loneliness, I don’t know if he can find himself again. Yes, sometimes I think that except the galloping blood and hurried steps, there is probably only the back of some people who have gone away from the dust. Everything was in such a hurry. The writer Li Peifu mentioned in one of his novels that: people live in the power grid, and electricity grills people’s hearts, and there are so many temptations baked out, and the chapped souls are sizzling and taking oil. People, how can we not be in a hurry? And the numbness between human feelings probably originates from this. Smart people should not reject the noise of the times, but know more about how to find the real fit between their souls and the times. Van Gogh said: a person must maintain the essence of a hermit, or he will lose its foundation. I think this should simply refer to people’s souls, or the so-called spiritual home. The lyrics said: I have been on the road, walking in the direction of the end. I hope we can stop from time to time to find ourselves and don’t lose ourselves. Hurry on, you can do it at any time.

Like (prose editor: prose online) 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…

Make reading an interest

[Introduction] I also fell in love with reading for a long time. I chose to read, no longer blind or boring. I became interested in books and life, I can also walk into the bookstore openly. Even if I don’t buy it, I also have reasons to put it back …… books have always been luxuries in my life. It is said that they are luxurious not because they are expensive, but because, it cannot integrate into my character, into my life and into my blood. I like talented people who are full of poetry and books. No matter what they say, talk, or temperament, they are all natural outflows. They are not deliberate, artificial, and natural, make people admire. I have always wanted to be a woman with ink fragrance, fresh, elegant and charming. However, I seldom read books, so it is hard to express that people are always inferior to their words. When books are used, they will hate less. And when it is the most critical time, they will feel shy. However, people are lazy in reading, not because they are always uninterested. I tried my best to blend in it, but I always rejected my blood. Reading has become the most boring thing in my life. In my consciousness, the most elegant thing is neither tea tasting nor wine tasting, but going to bookstores to say it is elegant, and I seldom go because it is divorced from my life, I can’t go there almost once a year. Sometimes, suddenly, an idea flashed through, whether I should read some books before I went there in panic. The waiter asked, What book do you want to buy? I was embarrassed to look at a wide variety of books casually. I didn’t know what I was looking for and what I was reading. I didn’t have a goal. I flipped bored and just pretended to be, don’t want others to know that I am a person who can’t read books. Finally, I always randomly selected two books. Have a membership card? No, if you always study, you can get one. If you don’t get off, I know. I can’t go to a bookstore once a year, so I don’t need to get a card. There are a total of more than a dozen books in my family, such as management, spiritual enlightenment and several proses. However, I just went to read it on a whim. After passing the interest, I piled it up lazily. Sometimes, I also want to force myself to read several famous books, but I find that most of the words in them cannot be understood. I know that my literary skills are not enough, and I don’t love them at all. In fact, interest is the best teacher and the source of everything. So is reading. I don’t like reading, which has certain historical roots. When I was young, I liked comics very much, I like the King of stories and little snowflakes, but I never buy them at home for fear of delaying my study, so I always order some books of composition and Olympics. Composition books are the most boring books. I don’t like reading them. I always copy them with my scalp. I can’t remember the writing skills and the use of words in it at all. What I can remember is just the vague story. I have never read a novel, and spend all my energy on cramming culture lessons, so those books with flexible words, endless plots and fascinating are always out of my life, I have become luxuries in my life. I love them, but I can never have them. What accompany me every day are only boring words and annoying characters. Later, it gradually came to know that many writers and writers were not only interested in literature and inspired to create because they liked to peek at Qiong Yao and Jin Yong’s novels in class, interest is the best teacher. In fact, many parents and schools have gone into misunderstandings in educating their children. They pay too much attention to improving their academic performance and writing scores, but seldom start from guiding their learning interests, which leads to more and more boring learning, boring. Without interest, the potential cannot be stimulated, and the improvement cannot be done purposefully. As soon as I step into the society and blend into life, I will be annoyed by joys and sorrows. I like to write some essays about life. Gradually, I find that I am interested in writing, I fell in love with words and like to pour out my feelings in words. Although I am still clumsy in life, I am no longer embarrassed or shy about it, because my feelings are placed somewhere, it lingering in my words, not focus, not dry, into my feelings, but also into my blood. I also fell in love with reading for a long time. I chose to read, no longer blind or boring. I became interested in books and life, I can also walk into the bookstore openly. Even if I don’t buy it, I still have reasons to put it back. Books are no longer luxuries in my life, and I can’t live without them any more.

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…

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…