Month: January 2020

-Like Moonlight shui ru tian

[Introduction] do you know I miss you? Night, quietly. I waited for you one night after another. Do you know I miss you? The night is long and long. I am still waiting for you quietly and foolishly.

When the Moonlight spreads all over the windowsill, I like to sit by the window silently, as if only myself and the cold moonlight are left in this huge world. Under the moonlight like water, I can hear the clear stars and whispers, listen to the constant mood of floc in the corner of the wall and the satisfaction of every piece of colorful fallen leaves. With the passing of time, they have the past and later events that they can be proud of. As for me, I can also narrate a mood with moonlight. Every old poem is written in the rainy afternoon. Every long song is sung on the moonlit night of fallen leaves; May my humble hut send out a story of my own feelings. The cabin is like soft moonlight, and the Moonlight is like water and sky. At this time, the night is already dark, and the Moonlight is still there. My husband has been on a business trip for several days, and I feel so lonely at night without my husband! I walked out of the courtyard alone. Tonight, the Moonlight is like water. Crossing the bridge, facing the shadow of trees intoxicated by the moonlight, I wandered in a piece of Poplar Forest. The path was long and the fragrance of the soil permeated. Next to it was the calm river that had just fallen asleep. In The Grass aside, crickets sang tired songs. The breeze caressed my face, and the fragrance of flowers blew in, and my mood was also floating with it. On the riverside, people fishing in the Moonlight are dotted with stars. Not far away, beside the flower bed, two old men in white were practicing tai chi, accompanying the moonlight. In the distance, the steep and numerous peaks were inlaid with gold, and the clouds and plates were like fish shower under the moonlight. Alone Walk. After crossing the Lin Yin path, I walked along the river. In the distance, the golden Moonlight spread over the Lotus Pond, waking up the sleeping Lotus. Only the Reed beside the water flutters lightly. I don’t know whether it is enchanted or heartbroken. What is more is the coolness of autumn wind. The night loses the passion of summer and brings the lingering wound of floc. Because the scenery here was so beautiful that there was no reason to stop me. I went through the quiet wisteria corridor and sat down in the small pavilion beside the lake. Mind like water, My thoughts also slowly welled up in my heart. Chang ‘e was dancing in the sleeves, and the wind was faint. Like a hook, the crescent moon is hanging on the high sky, and the clear glow is like water scattering on the river; With plain and clean, with cold, I am accompanied by the long and long cold night. As the moon shines, you seem to step on my eyes quietly. Accompanied by the sound of nature, the lingering rhyme of low singing and lingering around the beam has been lingering in my mind and shocked in my heart for a long time, turning my missing into a long-lasting feeling. Moonset River, disposing of a colorful. The shadow of trees in the river, when you dance with the waves, can you see the clear glow like water swaying in your heart? I am just a hint of clear light in your arms, feeling your warmth. Do you know I miss you? Night, quietly. I waited for you one night after another. Do you know I miss you? The night is long and long. I am still waiting for you quietly and foolishly. The bright moon rises to the treetop, pouring from the branches and leaves in the bright, can you miss you, your tenderness? The window sanding like running water is just like your hands gently touching my cold face. My red lips are full of shy red roses; My watery eyes are planted with carefree moon trees. -Like moonlight, shui ru tian. The person who misses is not around! I really want to sing a lovesickness into a long string. I really want to pick off the stars Full of Sky, play with the soft feelings of boxing, and swing over your sky with my missing. -Like moonlight, shui ru tian. The coldness surrounded me. The sweetness of the past, the youth of the past, just like the moonlight, flowing through the heart. Dork of the moon dance, month speechless. No choice, sitting alone in the dim water, casually rest Chun Fang. I have nothing to do with the clouds in the world. The flowers in the world Bloom and fall, and I have nothing to do with them. I just want to separate my mind and travel far away in the Cape, at the end of the world! I just want to turn into a sad white cloud, singing a thousand years of fate to pursue you to the Cape, to the end of the world!

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Xinyu imprinted

[Introduction] facing some people and things, you must suppress all the indignation in your heart, and then touch it with a smile. You don’t like it in your heart, but hide everything. What on earth has changed you and given you the way you are now.

[Heart brigade.] At the end of July, I was wandering in the sea of people, from being familiar to being unfamiliar. No matter how the surrounding environment changes, wherever you stay, you will be happy. There is no so-called certainty for some things, but just walking step by step, just like walking on the edge, swaying and falling slightly carelessly. The so-called mood is nothing but the mood. Another real self in the deep place is a lonely soul shouting, which is uneasy. I have imagined for countless times that I would step on the train with you and look at the scenery through the window. I am familiar with strangers as long as you are nearby. The warm palm gives enough warm temperature, and the time is still, while happiness spreads in the body with blood. Maybe, we will get off in an unknown town, see strange scenery and do happy things. Perhaps, if we can stay like this, we will be very happy or very plain. However, only being able to stand the plain life is true. Only in simple and casual days can we truly feel the attitude of happiness. I always thought it was very close, maybe it didn’t take that long. From the start to the end, after experiencing a series of events such as road resistance and tire burst on the way, the car bumped for nearly seven hours before arriving at the destination. It was a hard time, but it was also worth it. It left a lot of good things and memories, which would always be treasured in an exclusive place in the bottom of my heart. [Chi bound.] Often confused, at a loss; Often sad, unable to speak; Often insane, beyond imagination; Often repeated, in a flash. You may not laugh when you are happy, cry when you are sad, or feel lonely when you are sad. You may say that you are good and happy when you are crying, which shows the joys and sorrows and helplessness of life. On the road of life, everyone is the same and different, similar, similar and different, there are always some nerve smearing that will involve in the heart, as if how long ago he had been like this, so sad, no one can understand such sadness. It seems that how long ago I had experienced such happiness, which was full of warmth. Sometimes it is hard to say whether it is good or bad. There is no definite definition, but everything is determined by mood. Gradually away from the words, just like the alienation with some people, everything is not what I want, but also what I can’t change. People and people are like this, meeting, intersecting, and being alienated again and again, then fade out of sight or life. Therefore, there is that intersection. If you first see it, then everything will be beautiful and flawless. Start to step into the real life, which is compatible with those trivial things. Every day is the same and every day is different. When one day I started to want to record something, I found that I didn’t know how to say or write it. The keyboard in summer was slightly warm while the fingertips were slightly cool. I suddenly understood it, it was no longer the beginning, but how could it be. At that time, maybe there were fantasies or dreams. Now everything was corrupted by trivial life, and how could it be said and how melodramatic it was. I used to be obsessed with words like opium poppy. Let loneliness go around your fingertips and release it with your soul. Let others do whatever they want, just simply be yourself, or be free or free. Everything is free and free. Perhaps, the heart is empty, but it can depend on words. Even if no one can understand it, at least there is something to talk about. Even if it is just another self, emptiness or reality is no longer important. As long as you can release something, let your heart relax, no longer struggle, no longer depression, then you will be satisfied. Sometimes I feel that what I want is very simple, but it is difficult to do it. Sometimes I feel that everything is unreal, including myself, sometimes I feel uneasy in my heart, even for myself. I don’t know how to say these, but I can’t get rid of them. [Also empty.].] Who can tell me what happened to all this. The time of happiness is very empty, but it is unreal. When crying, it is very astringent, and the sad mood multiplies deep in my heart. When you are happy, you bloom like a flower. When you are sad, you are surrounded by yourself by a hedgehog. You don’t want anyone to get close to you. If you want to be warm, you don’t want to let others get close. If you get close, you will hurt yourself, everything is not what you want, but you cannot throw it away. I am very simple but also very complicated, so it may be unreasonable in your opinion. I am very pessimistic but also very optimistic. They are compatible and repugnant with me. Even contradiction is normal. I can’t correct everyone’s thoughts, nor let everyone understand or understand what I think, but I still expect you to understand and tolerate my willfulness and recklessness, I am not excessive, but I just want to find a place where I can receive all my good and bad. The night was silent, tears fell silent. Who can understand those feelings under tears, maybe happiness or sadness, and who can see the void and loneliness in his heart except appearance. The soul is separated from the body, floating in the air. I hope the world is quiet and silent. I only hope that one person can understand his heart and mind. I know my willfulness and pride, and I also know my shortcomings and shouldn’t. But sometimes when my emotions rush out of the control of reason and shout wildly, I don’t want to stop, it’s just that everything is beyond the mind. Perhaps, these are just excuses for yourself, but it is also true. Perhaps, it is not necessarily the best, but the most thoughtful. Just whether you understand this heart. Perhaps, it is not necessarily the most intimate, but the most concerned thing, just whether you understand this heart. Perhaps, it is not necessarily what you want most, but how to correct everything that deviates from the track. Joys and sorrows are the heart, loneliness is empty, and soul floats in the air. Seeing the surroundings of the world, you will also laugh and grieve. [Lingering.] August is a season with a bright smile. In August before I met you, I exchanged loneliness with my soul, resolved sorrow with my heart, and diluted sadness with a smile. In the season when you dance lightly at your fingertips, before you meet someone, what kind of story did you start, and whether you will still remember the plots in the story, when you dream back at midnight. Whether you will miss the past time, whether you will indulge in memory and forget the present. The overturn emotion began to reflect after returning. When I put down my posture and stepped on pride, could you understand the reason. Someone once told me that little P should be himself, and don’t compromise with humble attitude. You are still you, but you are not the one you used to be. I am also myself, but I can’t go back to myself at that time. Everything is changing. With the passage of time, no matter I think or don’t want it, it is changing slowly and imperceptibly. When I found it, I couldn’t go back. So I often linger in my memory, imagining the beauty and happiness at that time. Time has changed everything. Maybe the truth in my heart remains the same, but the environment makes everything unable to go back to the original. When I was in love, I hid in the dark and hugged my memories tightly, deeply in my dream hometown. The first beauty is forever preserved in memory, just like an invincible flower, blooming forever. The flowering period is a lifetime, and the flowering period is invincible. Who can ignore the world and smile at the breeze. Who can drive out the demons? I will be safe. Who can make the past empty, a dream for thousands of years. Sometimes I feel that even speaking is tiring. Everything is so helpless, but it makes people helpless. Then who, tell you, don’t think too much, it’s easy to get old. Hehe, maybe I am really old, gradually getting old, regardless of appearance or mentality, just like an old woman. Sometimes I feel very sad and unable to say anything. Everything is so empty, like a huge mist covering the whole world, and I can’t see where the direction in the distance is, where is your way back. Everything is normal but abnormal, and there is hope but fear. Everything makes you unable to get rid of it but you are chasing after it. Whether it is your reason or environmental factor, or the result after the two are compatible. Life is becoming more and more boring, and its nature is becoming more and more meaningless. Everything seems so light, quiet and unreal, and the whole world is unreal. Every day, I rush about for trifles. I clearly don’t want to do it but have to do it. Is the meaning of life like this. Whether every life is like this. Those who should come didn’t come all the time. They all disappeared at the right time and at the wrong time. All of a sudden, the whole world is vague, and you can’t see anything clearly. Everything is so vague and ethereal, but no one can understand you. In fact, if you don’t say it, who knows. Sometimes you feel a lot of pressure. Various factors force you to grow up and adapt to the reality that you have escaped again and again. In fact, there are so many thoughts in the bottom of my heart, but some people know nothing about them. Hidden worries in the bottom of my heart, worries in the dark, plain words! Who understand? Who solution? Life is what? Born, live. Mediocre, repeated over and over again. Simple. Pure. Enron. Who can do this for a lifetime. Living in insipid but uneasy in insipid, in this way, slowly tortured by life and reality to die, the world has gone, a dream for a thousand years, wake up to know nothing. Facing some people and things, you must suppress all the indignation in your heart, and then touch them with a smile. You don’t like it in your heart, but hide everything. What on earth has changed you and given you the way you are now. Sometimes I will be moved by one sentence, sometimes I will be irritated by one sentence. In fact, you are very simple, just don’t know how to express, so you often misunderstand. I knew it was a misunderstanding, but I was too lazy to explain something, so that’s it. Casual. Recently, every night, I always feel very dry, so I keep drinking water all the time. My stomach is full, and my mouth is also very thirsty. How to drink or thirsty, it seems that I can’t drink water, air alone cannot solve the real root. My throat feels uncomfortable when I wake up every morning. I don’t know if the last problem has not been solved yet. No one said it. I just smiled slightly and it is still very good. Sometimes you think you are really hypocritical. When you are happy, you are happier than anyone else, but when you are quiet, you are enveloped by endless loneliness, and then you can’t stop crying, you are not sad but crying inexplicably. The night is so cold and quiet, but you cry with a smile. In fact, you know everything. In fact, you know everything. But when the Demons first appeared, everything would not exist again. In fact, the devil is not who you are, but yourself, the shadow deep in your heart. In fact, he didn’t want to ruin his mood, but was awakened temporarily. In fact, if you are in normal times, you will certainly be moved. Just mind who intimate.

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104 from Sihong to Sihong

[Introduction] the spring wind squeezed in from the window and touched our faces. We saw many communities under construction surrounded by short plastic walls. They are wet, like children just swimming out of the river. We see some places are building new road sections…..

We sat on the 104 and drove from one end of Sihong to the other end of Sihong. Scattered Seats and few passengers were the pleasure of the early stage of the city. It took 3 minutes for the car to leave, heading from one end of Sihong to the other end of Sihong. We followed his steps in the embrace of the city, jumping flat, limping and steady, moving slowly towards the destination in our hearts with some warmth or complaints. When the car arrived at the station, the driver stopped. Some strangers came up and some strangers left. There are always no more or less seats in the car. Everyone has seats, and there is no need for you to let me see the old and the children. It is harmonious and peaceful. We came to the center of the city and sat on the high back seat, waiting for the red light. Looking at the long queue of cars lined up under the window, a wave of people in front of the car who were afraid of missing the green light were orderly and stable. It seemed that we were floating above the city, and we could see the scenery below clearly, enjoying this fantastic trip melodiously. We drifted to the quiet suburb and fell from the sky to the ground. Seeing that he was a impatient driver, no one on the road ran a red light, or ran fast. However, how amorous he was and how strong the humanity was. I sneered in my heart by accident. The spring wind squeezed in from the window and touched our faces. We saw many communities under construction surrounded by short plastic walls. They are wet, like children just swimming out of the river. We saw some places were building new road sections. The workers were gray, and the Glorious Sun was gently Shining, which became a wonderful picture scroll without any expression. We drove through prosperity, bustle, simplicity and tranquility. We followed the driver to drive from one end of the city to the other end of the city.

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Brave face

If you want someone to understand me, the contradictory heart is resisting silently, don’t get close to me, don’t understand me. In this way, there was a big fight between thoughts and thoughts. All these are ups and downs in the small inner world, regardless of the surging waves or the overwhelming mountains. The small French window is full of sunshine. Even if it is not very warm, it is a little warm like the sweater in winter. Only the computer was left in the room to accompany me, and the music I love and can’t give up. I want to say sorry to you, because I began to feel sad again. The tree outside the room was still green, and the wind was still raging. Nothing seemed to change. Is this really the case? Then why am I a little restless? The wind blew again, looking out of the window, my thoughts fluttered and I didn’t know where to go. However, my thoughts stopped here, and the mixed air trapped me. It seemed that he had walked into a deep and deep dead end and was unable to leave. But the heart was looking forward to something, and gradually I saw clearly that expectation was far away, and finally there was only a silent sigh left. I can feel what I have lost, but I just don’t have the courage to face it. My mind is still escaping and I don’t want to get back on track. Well, since I can’t catch it, let it continue to fly. Perhaps, it will feel tired and stop. Maybe, it will come back to see me someday because of missing me. However, this is just the way I think and pray. Will it really come back? Actually I uncertain. Thinking stopped, and I felt scared because of my thoughts running away from home. I began to see a glimmer of hope that I could be rescued in the dead end. I haven’t seen my thoughts for a long time, and I miss them a little. I began to miss those days when I could see it, those days when I was flushed with thought, and even those days that made me very contradictory. My thoughts left, thinking and knowing. Thinking just waited day by day, but my mind never appeared. Thinking changed and never trapped me, but I was weak. Because my mind disappeared, thinking stopped. I began to panic and didn’t know why. It’s like amnesia. I have no courage to face life in fear. I look for my thoughts everywhere like a madman. I don’t know where it has gone? Are you happy? Dear thoughts, I think I am abandoned by you, right? Thinking extremely quiet, are you going to leave? Are you going to abandon me? Thinking then, which century do you want to stay in? Can you respond to me? I was wrong. It was because I was too cowardly and not brave enough. Come back, dear thoughts, I have already started to miss you, because if you forget me, I will miss you as soon as you walk away, if you must leave, I hope you can remember me. Although it is difficult for me to have a bad temper and forget, I will always remember the days you were around, because if you forget me, I will be very lonely.

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Wilderness

[Introduction] in the end, we all left with a smile. There is no need for too much applause, too much encouragement, and too much sweet words. What is needed is just a wrong age of innocence and proficiency. What is needed is just a meeting of destiny, what I want is just a touch of breeze after things have gone through.

Overlooking the whole university of Hubei from the rooftop on the seventh floor, the flashy teaching building, the mixed feelings of oneself and the elegant Sky are more like a ink painting copied by smoke and rain. The pale yellow land was full of weeds which could not be named. I thought that was just the assumption given by nature to life. The smile that was too real was just the foreshadowing. I told them that since then, there was no suitable excuse to perfunctory myself. Yes, what a sarcastic thing it is. I said goodbye to this panic and known age in such a way. Two years have passed, and two years have been deposited in the small bridge and running water passed by the youth riding horses. Endless pedestrians, memories that are unwilling to stay away, and past events that are hard to recall, why did I become thick and farfetched in a flash? Was I not strong enough or familiar enough. Goodbye, my youth, goodbye, the place I once loved deeply, goodbye, those prosperous and green ages like songs, goodbye. After saying these pale sentences, I will never feel sick and want to mention them. I used to think that I could stay there brazenly, just stay silently. But now, I even have no impulse to die. Whether it was such an ending early in the morning, or whether I thought the ending so beautiful that I forgot about it. After all, it was just once. In those sparse yellow lands, are the emotions buried in midsummer. Green and Yellow wilderness, there is a rare desolation in the desert. Looking at the world in front of me without sadness, the cloud is very white, the sky is very blue, and my heart is very painful. The distance from the first floor to the seventh floor blocks two different worlds. Xiao Ting said, “I have to go, and I will never come again. Is it true? Yes. In the future, there was another lovely child missing there, that silent woman, that quiet woman, that maverick woman, who was washed away, then it will never appear in the place that does not belong to itself again. Time was used to cheat myself, while I was fooled for two years. I didn’t know until today that it was my willing redemption. If possible, I would like to I am a rule, which was as red as blood and as legendary as wind. In a few days, I will also leave. Go to a place where you can’t find yourself. The two-year college life is coming to an end. There are too many emotions that are hard to describe in words and floating thoughts like floating light and shadows hovering in their respective fields. Only at a glance, I love it deeply. In the end, we all left with a smile. There is no need for too much applause, too much encouragement, and too much sweet words. What is needed is just a wrong age of innocence and proficiency. What is needed is just a meeting of destiny, what I want is just a touch of breeze after things have gone through. With this persistence and gradual appearance, we agreed to go wandering in the crowd together. But later, where were you. The world full of weeds renders the lush campus. The soft willow on the riverside of Binhu is in the doldrums of hot summer. The smell of sunshine in May pervades the whole rooftop. That small place was blown by the wind, leaving no regret.

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Fort Lane

I like the name Fort Lane. Two or ten years ago, I looked for artillery shells aimlessly here. At that time, I was so naive that I firmly believed that there must have been wars here, there was a smell of gunpowder that could not be dispersed, and there were scattered bullet shells. Moreover, I stubbornly believed that Fort alley must be related to war and gunpowder smoke. Almost every weekend, I couldn’t help wandering around Fort Alley, trying to find the so-called bullet shells. Of course, this search lasted for only four years, and I was sent back to my homeland by a dispatch document, starting my real work and life. Fort Lane is as prosperous and famous as Xifeng’s rehabilitation Road, which makes people linger on. It was like this two or ten years ago, and it was still like this two or ten years later. Two or ten years ago, the only shopping mall in Xifeng was located in Fort Lane. At that time, when it came to the market, everyone knew to go to the big shopping malls and Fort alley. The market of nuoda was enveloped under the steel bar support on the plastic roof. The market was separated by cement counters one by one and numbered with red paint, cement counter is divided into several operation areas according to the category of numbers, which appears orderly. The edge area of the Four Corners is a two-story or three-story single-sided building supported by Red colonnels, which is specialized in opening shops and has all kinds of goods inside. Of course, most of them are fashion shops. I remember when I was in the first year of secondary school, my father brought me here and bought me a black suit. It was a suit with a split back and a semicircle front. Inside was a fully hung lining of feather yarn, which was heavy in my hand and very elegant to wear. At that time, it was over 50 yuan. My father was happy when I tried it on. He even bought it without paying the price. At that time, 50 yuan was our tuition fee for one school year and our pocket money for two months. I felt a little distressed at that time. I also complained about my father secretly. My father was a farmer, and he ate by strength. Why didn’t he know that he loved money. Now I think about it, my father loves me so much. He himself lived frugally and fastened it on himself, It is so generous to my children that it does not hurt money at all. Alas, it has been eight years since my father passed away. Every time I think of this, I always feel a kind of guilt that cannot be made up for my father. The second decade is not a short period of time. How many two or ten years are there in a person’s life. Two or ten years later, when I faced the Fort Alley again, I really felt a feeling of leaving Wuyi alley for a long time. In the past two decades, everything is different, only the prosperity of Fort Lane remains the same. Although today’s Fort Lane is still so narrow and crowded, its inherent prosperity cannot be changed. Fort Lane is the shopping paradise for ordinary people. The big shopping malls in the past have already been beyond recognition. The big lid covered by plastic cover has been replaced by the broad South Asian indoor clothing mall. The shops supported by the pillars became a wide variety of outlets. Nowadays, the position of the former leader has already disappeared. In the past two decades, how many shopping malls, shopping malls, shopping malls and professional markets have emerged in Xifeng, but no matter how prosperous they are, none of them can replace the existence of Battery Lane. On the contrary, with the prosperity of Xifeng, Fort Lane became more important and more closely related to the lives of ordinary people. Fort Alley consists of two slender alleys, one is Sanyuan Alley and the other is Post Office Alley. They are just like two small intestines born in South Street, which are thin and tortuous. The Alley of Post Office is a little wider, and there are many stalls selling cheap books and antiques, and it has formed a considerable climate. Now the book price is expensive, a book priced at tens of yuan can be done here only by spending ten yuan or even lower, and a few typos in it will not hinder the big deal. These book dealers are all related to the big book market in Xi’an and Lanzhou. The types of books are very fashionable, and there are many classic books in them. As for those antique stalls, it is even better. No matter whether you buy or not, whether you sell or not, you can bend down to fondle for a while. The host will not only not be angry, but also take the initiative to talk to you. Although the fake is mixed with the real one, you can also appreciate something from it. Besides these two stalls, there are also various grocery stalls. Some groceries can’t be bought elsewhere, so they can be found here. The third courtyard alley is like a pair of scissors, stretching out two forks. One is centered on the inpatient department of the Third Hospital, and the other leads to the outpatient service of the Third Hospital. The zone centered on the inpatient department is the paradise of cheap clothes. The clothes here are incredibly cheap, But it is indeed the price. In addition to the dense stores, there are also various stalls. The stall here is easy to put on. Even if you use a pole to pick up a few pairs of socks, gloves and masks, there will be people coming back. In the wide area, vendors set up stalls with supports. In the narrow wall, they nailed a few long nails on the wall, pulled a few ropes and put their clothes on the rope, the business started. What’s more funny is that you don’t need to hang a rope or pick a pole. You put your clothes on your shoulders and wrap your arms. Then you opened your throat and shouted. The alley leading to the outpatient service of the third hospital is narrower. The narrow lane can only pass two parallel taxis. When there are many people, there will always be traffic jams. This location is mostly full of food stores and tricycles selling fruits and vegetables. Don’t look at their narrow location, but the business is surprisingly good. It is said that a bakery here supplies sesame cakes from several big restaurants in the city. Flour needs more than 30 bags a day. Imagine how many sesame cakes to be baked. As for those breakfast shops and hotels, let alone the business. The Fort Lane was just like this. It was messy, dirty, crowded and crowded, but ordinary people couldn’t get away from it. The common people would buy some cheap things in Fort alley every few days. Of course, they were cheated, but after all, it was a minority, and most of the time it was worth the money.

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In coat of below

I have always been dissatisfied with my coat, especially this coat now. It is a blue-black coat. From the appearance, it is like a loose cotton wool. By the way, it is cotton wool. Maybe this metaphor is not very appropriate, but my feelings about it are indeed the same. Its inner cover is full of artificial cashmere, which is white and shiny, and a little curly. It can’t be seen clearly accidentally, and it is easy to be mistaken as natural cashmere, this makes it easier to believe its objective illusions. In fact, it is true, and what is fake is fake. This is a fact that no one can change. I think clothes are the same. I’m tired of wearing it for a long time, throw it away, it’s a pity, wear it, and feel not beautiful. What I can’t tolerate most is those fake cashmere disguised inside the inner cover. As long as I wear it on my body, it will make people feel that there are many goose bumps all over my body, which are extremely uncomfortable and have no sense of warmth at all. Those fake cashmere which seemed to be shiny could not stand the friction, and it stuck into a piece after a long time. The color was also very important. It looked dirty, just like the old felt laid on the bottom of the Kang by rural people. The extra moonlight outside the window overflowed from the cracks of the curtains, one by one, hazy. The faint light inside was covered by the darkness for more than half of it, only to feel that the night became darker and darker. I casually put on a piece of underwear, bowed my body, opened the handle on the left side of the wardrobe, and there would always be a harsh sound in the usual wardrobe door. If the sound was not harsh in the daytime, but now it was night, it was a dead midnight. Once the sound came out, it would sound like a flute of a train out of thin air, high-pitched and nervous. Anyway, it didn’t make any sound, which was my greatest encouragement. My two hands began to look for it in an exploratory way. I wanted to find a pair of underpants, and now I urgently needed a pair of underpants. Searching is blind. I don’t know where it is hidden? I’m talking about my underwear. I have a lot of underpants, all of which have different colors. It seems that they are not all the same. Maybe the red ones are two pieces. These are actually not important. I mean, just find one casually. As for its color, I think it is unnecessary. After all, the underwear is worn on the innermost layer of the body, closely against the body, and the color seems meaningless. I want to say how urgent I am to look for underwear now. The first thing I came into contact with was that disgusting coat. It may have been put into the wardrobe by my wife recently, but I just don’t know the exact time. The coat is put away after winter, and it will be found when the weather gets cold. Now that it is put in the wardrobe, it means that the weather has begun to get cold, or in other words, A new winter is coming. The coat was warm, but when my palm touched the surface of it, I felt a cold chill spreading all over my body quickly, just like the electric current passing through my body. I had the memory of being hit by electric current, which was decades ago. Under the encouragement of my partner, I inserted my finger into the concave of the spiral lamp, which was just a short moment, A shock that I had never experienced quickly passed through my body, starting from that finger. I was scared silly. There was such a powerful thing in the world that I couldn’t come back for a long time. The index finger looks like a wax figure frozen in the air, with dull expression. I can never figure out why electric current, which can’t be seen or touched, can’t be used but can’t be touched? And it feels so strange, so shocking, and so daunting? So unforgettable? Since then, I have never touched the overcurrent, not today, never. However, this strange feeling appeared again at this moment. My Palm seems to freeze in the wardrobe. People’s feelings have memories. I think that kind of shocking feeling starts to wake up again. I even lost the courage to continue looking for it. My mind hesitated after a short solidification. After all, I need a pair of underpants at this moment. I think I have to continue looking for it. The overcoat was folded so neatly that the folded edges and corners could almost be touched. It was placed on the top and pressed on other clothes, thus covering up the mess below. I have said more than once that I am a sloppy person, especially not good at dealing with those trivial things and things, of course, including those socks, vests, underpants, bath towels, ties, gloves and so on. But I am also a person who is good at finding everything from mess and mess. I am used to mess and keen on mess. I think mess is more in line with the essence of life. If mess and mess are broken, I will feel at a loss. My Palm shuttled aimlessly under the coat, looking for it. I knew clearly that there were several underpants piled under the coat, but my palm was always unable to reach. My Palm shuttled anxiously, looking for it. I can feel the existence of bath towel, vest, tie and socks, but I just can’t find underwear, even one of them. I think, if time permits, I will continue to look for it. My palm will continue to shuttle under the coat, looking for it until underwear appears.

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In the alley you

I saw you in the old town where the wind and dust were printed, and felt that you were so beautiful and moving. Let My Heart tired from the journey have a touch of warm healing. I want to approach you, tell you where I am from, and ask for your young age and fame. When I was ready to take that light step, you turned around and showed me your feelings. The lightsome step I took was frozen in the air because I didn’t want to lose any moment that I could observe your beauty. You looked at my silly look and smiled, very sweet, without any sand mixed with the dust. I also smiled, smiling happily, which made my tired heart completely warm and heal. You sang that old tune, very quiet; In that redundant Alley, warmth echoed. At this time, how much I wanted to walk up and pull up your slender, white and soft hand, and walk through the old alley with me. However, I know that I am just a passenger who has no physical and mental exhaustion, not the partner of your life. Maybe when I walk beside you, you will not ignore me, and you will be indifferent. But it doesn’t matter anymore. I will still be a passenger to finish the road I have not finished. Until I came to this old town again to pour out the love in my heart to you. Maybe you won’t remember the encounter with me at that time. (End)

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Bana

With the help of QQ Farm opened up by the Internet, I got to know some flowers that I seldom see in daily life. One of them is called Manzhushahua with flowers and leaves, red as blood, and coquettish form, which leaves a deep impression. To be exact, the appearance of flower occupies my heart with a clearer posture than the name of flower. I thought that this was just a kind of flower in books or legends created by the farm pioneers using network software in order to create atmosphere or attract players’ attention, just like kylin, pi xiu, these beasts in the pasture. Unexpectedly, I saw her on a mountain road in Langya Mountain on last National Day. Although it was just a flower that was picked and folded by others and abandoned by the roadside after being played with, the color and form suddenly aroused my memory. I couldn’t hide my excitement and shouted to my peers, “Look, is that the flower called Man in the farm. It was a pity that there were too many flowers on the farm, so people looked at each other and no one could answer. I didn’t say much, thinking that since this flower appeared here, there must be more than one tree in the mountain, so I raised my eyes and looked around. Unfortunately, I had no intention to travel to the mountain because I rushed to the dinner party at that time, in addition to the twilight, I just vaguely saw three or two plants. This mid-autumn festival, I went to Langya Mountain again. Maybe God rushed into the eyes vividly as soon as he entered the gate of the mountain, in order to fulfill the yearning I left a year ago. Obviously, this is not artificial flowers. They are free to do whatever they want, either in the forest, in the mountains, in the steep slopes or in the wild paths. Some are independent and self-admiring, some are standing without any words, and some are like a blanket to touch the glory. The striking colors, numerous quantities and slender, vigorous and graceful forms made tourists have to stop to watch her. Unfortunately, because my camera broke when I was in Beijing, I couldn’t take this magnificent scenery by myself. Although her name was marked on the farm, I always remembered it in a daze. In order to know her more accurately, I asked the manager in the mountain again, and learned that her name was Lycoris, and her name was Dragon Claw flower. But somehow, I was not satisfied with this name. I always thought that she shouldn’t be such an ordinary name, or this ordinary word, which couldn’t reflect her characteristics incisively. I always feel that there is a mysterious color hanging over this flower, It is not the purity of gardenia, the elegance of orchid, the warmth of Rose or the warmth of Rose. It seems to be a kind of sadness, a kind of sadness flowing out of the bright eyes; It seems to be a kind of indifference, a kind of indifference that cannot be condensed from the warm heart; it seemed to be a kind of enchantment, a kind of curiosity that could not be concealed. She went home and checked her information. As expected, she had another touching name —- the other shore flower. Manzhushahua, also known as the other shore flower. It means the flower of death. It is generally believed to be the leading flower growing on the Santu River. The Legend of the fragrance of flowers has magic power, which can evoke the memory of the dead before their death. It is blooming under the lunar July, with large pieces of bright red as blood. Its beautiful and sad name comes from the Sutra of France and China, which is one of the four kingdoms, sanskrit means red flowers in heaven. It is also said that Manzhushahua is a flower blooming in the sky, white and soft. If you see this flower, the evil will be removed by yourself. In Buddhist language, Tea Leaf is the last blooming flower in the flower season. When it comes to tea leaf, only the flowers on the other side of the forgotten life are left. Buddhist scriptures records have Equinox Flower, open a millennium, drop a millennium, mosaic never meet each other. Love is not cause and effect, fate is doomed to life and death. In civil, Spring Equinox before three days troat other side, before and after the autumnal equinox three days asked autumn other shore. It is the day of going to the grave. The flowers on the other side bloom on the other side of the autumn, very on time, so it is called the flowers on the other side. When I read this, it suddenly occurred to me that on the way to Langya Mountain, I saw someone selling mingcoins and chrysanthemums. I felt puzzled. At this time, I knew that there was such a sad grief behind this beautiful scenery, this mysterious flower really contains such a sad and profound implication. Equinox Flower, open a millennium, drop a millennium, mosaic never meet each other. Love is not cause and effect, fate is doomed to life and death. Life is alive, life and death. The deep love is shallow, and the fate is determined by the heaven. Gathering and separating, life and death separation, rather than forcing, let it go. Life is not necessarily life, death is not necessarily death, gathering is not necessarily gathering, scattering is not necessarily scattering. The belonging of spirit and body has non-absolute unity in time and space. Sometimes death is eternal life, sometimes life is not as good as death, sometimes away, but closer, sometimes close, but like a lifetime, sometimes possession, but lost, sometimes lost, however, I regained my new life …… my thoughts were like butterflies, spreading my wings and looking at this mountain full of blush. Although I was sad and sad as before, that interpretation and understanding made me feel bloody, full touched. At this moment, I don’t want to call her Lycoris, Dragon Claw flower, let alone the flower of death. I want to call her Manzhushahua, the flower of the other shore, or the flower of memory, because love is not cause and effect, fate is doomed to life and death. She is like a mysterious soft catkin, stringing my sad and pure memory. That is a piece, planted on the other side of time, belongs to me, Manzhushahua……

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[Those who cherish life will not return]]

Time is the least good at worldly wisdom, and it comes to weekends in an instant. I like this kind of time. Listening to the music while turning through magazines. A cup of milk tea, a few lines of text, slowly taste, quietly read. The fragrance of books, ink and milk gradually reset my nervous thoughts after a day. After more than 30 years of trials and hardships, many people and many things have drifted into flying catkins. And the feeling of life is like Pearl, which flickers ruthlessly in the darkness, and is particularly glittering and clear and not greedy. Washing your face in the morning is the beginning of the day; Washing your face in the evening is the end of the day. People will grow old after washing. Close the magazine gently and cannot bear to read it again. He stood up and took a deep breath, letting the cold autumn wind outside the window penetrate his chest. I remember that I chatted with students a few days ago. The word “junior three” meant that they had to give up their personal hobbies temporarily and work hard and hard with all their heart. In fact, these two words are not full of busy and hard work for me. Sometimes I ask myself in my heart, is it worthwhile to be so busy? Tired very value? Of course, this kind of thinking only lasts for a few seconds. People’s hearts are like water, some people like the magnificent waves, some people love the waves and flowers, but I am just content with the status quo and the deep flowing of still water. Every day when you wash your face, you will get old after washing; Every day when you walk and walk, you will get old; Every day when you are busy, you will get old when you are busy. What kind of process is life? Yesterday, the sun was still scorching, and flowers were still everywhere. Today, the autumn color is already in sight. In this way, no stagnation, no rest, between the choice, the heart quietly silence. Sadly, it cannot come again; Fortunately, it does not need to come again. I remembered that most of the clothes I bought in the past half year were black. Over the years, I have always been inclined to bright and elegant colors. When did such a gloomy carriage hang on the train of time again? Is my mood no longer sunny? Is my life no longer young? Washing your face in the morning is the beginning of the day; Washing your face in the evening is the end of the day. People will grow old after washing. After reading for several times, the fear of being old also eased a bit. For me, the dim clothes are just popular this year. The gloomy mood is due to physical discomfort, while the feeling at this moment is due to the exhaustion of the day that needs to be vent. I am not alone, and there is no lack of family affection and friendship around me. Real care, plain exhortations, simple warmth, and unspeakable friendship are competing to care for and tolerate me. If people want to survive, they can’t bear too many old stories on their bodies, nor can they frequently toss some white past events. What can they remember themselves? Deep inside and what? If the heart grows old, everything is vicissitudes. If you are young, there is hope every day. There is no need to recall and think too much about those past events that are either happy or sad. Because after all, they have nothing to do with the present, and may add some criticism. It is a disaster, and it is a blessing; It is a blessing, and it is a disaster. Moruo: things come and heart begins to appear, things go and Heart follows empty. Life is like this, sometimes makes people admire, sometimes don’t want others to know. I am happy as well. Unconsciously, it’s time to get off the net because it’s exposed in the deep night. Tomorrow is another autumn day! I will still wash my face, walk, be busy, cherish life and never return. 2011, 10, 29 night

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