Month: February 2020

Lonely distressed

Maybe I was wrong. I was angry with someone, but now I am finally tired. When I wrote down that I really wanted to cry, everyone’s love was so humble. Like this, I suddenly don’t want to laugh, don’t want to make trouble. Looking at the gloomy sky, my heart became silent. The rain finally fell, and no one knew how to cry. Overnight grown up. It turns out that there is nothing we can do when we grow up, and the fate between people can only be so shallow. I began to feel a little annoyed and didn’t want to talk any more. Tears are also cheap and pitiful. The weather is getting cold, and the bustling world is returning to peace. This calm mood is not as thorough as before. It doesn’t matter. I cheat everyone with happiness, but I can’t cheat myself in the end! Promised happiness is a kind of love dearly, lonely so braveness. I started to be disappointed because I was always optimistic. I don’t know whether this is good or not. I only know that everyone loves it. It is also false that you will be happy when you say it, so that you can drop big drops of tears as soon as you touch the corners of your mouth. I really want to run happily and evaporate the tears into sweat. Lonely wind, more lonely than the wind, circling in the wind. The next rain will wash the sadness. Love to loneliness, loneliness to irrelevant itch! Wronged to nowhere to be wronged, finally I had to laugh. My whole life is so long, I’m a little scared. Crying is stronger, but now there is no reason to feel sad. The hair is long, so long that it is full of loneliness. I love the darkness and get used to the loneliness that the sky is slowly getting dark.

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Pities yong xiang loss

Don’t leave me. I can’t tell the truth from what I am touched? Still leave me the beauty as a dream. If you care about it, regret is nothing. What people fear most is cheating. A relationship is real, and everyone hopes to live and die together for a long time. Unfortunately, it was just a dream that I didn’t want to wake up, immersed in a mess like silk entanglement. Other side have flower, mosaic students do not meet, pities yong xiang loss. I know that you will leave after all, and I am still confused with you. My IQ is almost zero. Reason tells yourself that in order not to leave too deep pain to yourself, you should know how to learn to take a little. It is true that I decided not to see you again. Use destruction to fulfill the perfection in your heart. Don’t let the damage become talent to regret. When I was separated, I felt uncomfortable about where will die. I felt like this gray weather on my way back, so I couldn’t tell what I felt like. I only know that there is endless sadness in my heart. I walked alone on the road without stars and the moon, just like stepping into the clouds. There is still no sense of desolation to rely on around me, which makes me fall into desolation. Such feelings make people at a loss. You and I should have ended. I can’t afford it, nor can I afford it, let alone play it. But I respect but can’t be far away. My feelings are like water. I don’t want to break it. However, your pity will hurt me. My heart is easily broken. When I leave, you can’t see my unwillingness. This is all I have, delicate and silky, who will pacify my long lost night? Love is like blood, it is the material flowing in the blood vessel, how can it be indifferent? Unless not touch. Emotion is not something you can control subjectively. If you have it, you will have it unconsciously. The unspeakable pain when pulling away. Carrying you away gradually, I don’t have the courage to turn back. I don’t want to see the long distance blocking my love. In the gray-black night, you and I are like two stars in the north and south twinkling faintly, but we can’t see the light. When I came back, I looked at Yu Pei in my hand, familiar and strange. Such a delicate thing is like a bizarre encounter. I looked through it carefully and never fondle admiringly like this. Seeing the jade you treasure is just like seeing you. It’s a pity that you didn’t look at it carefully. Seeing the FEI color of jade, it is like a drop of blood blooming. The jade pendant that has been collected for so long is more profound today. The night is deep, it’s time to rest. I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t cry. A phone call from my father made me feel a little warm. The sense of security of consanguinity cannot be replaced by any emotion. When did I lose my only family affection? Where should I go? Sometimes I am as fragile as a willow in the wind. By this time, I had already burst into tears. It suddenly began to rain outside, which was a little puzzling. It was as complicated as human’s inner feelings, and the peaceful inner undercurrent was surging. Who knows my countless tangles and pains under my cold appearance. I am so tired and lonely. People all think about what they want, but they don’t know whether they will hurt each other. Is it selfish or loving? What is love? Emotion is a sense of dependence, such as taking drugs, injury is inevitable. People are not grass, and plants have the awareness of seeing and hearing. At this time, my heart is a little painful, do you know? I have nothing but a delicate, sensitive and sad heart. When I accidentally touch the wound, the blood will still overflow. There are too many injuries in your heart, and you can’t touch them either. I thought that I wrapped myself tightly and accidentally uncovered the deepest layer by you. The sadness flowing out still required me to hide in my corner to heal my wounds. No one was powerless. Thank you for your memory. Your journey is long and wide. I wish you well. It is enough to believe that you are real. I am stingy and can’t give you too much. Maybe I lack the energy of love and can’t afford it. God’s will, let me meet you. Then there was also a parting every time we met. Everything is like a reincarnation, happiness and pain are alternating. There are eight sufferings in life: life, old age, illness, death, love separation, long-lasting resentment, no need to ask, no need to let go. I always feel heavy when facing feelings, and love must be sad. If you are rational, you will also step into a daze and be influenced by feelings for me. Even for a moment, I deserve it, because it is the most precious thing. In this impetuous society, it is rare to have a delicate heart to feel the truth in your heart. I felt relieved after writing so much. Thank you for having you on your way to life. May you be well!

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To: Users

[Introduction] in the boundless world of prose, I am willing to believe that every article and every work starts from the heart and is the path of true feelings. Therefore, I prefer to believe that what I feel is the truest of you.

On Saturday night, the cold wind surrounded me. The air after the rain is particularly fresh. Looking out from the window of the twentieth and seventh floor, thousands of lights were on fire. It was already lonely before midnight. The noise of subway passing by, from time to time, rang all over the sky, covering all the sounds and disturbing the mind. I dimmed the light in the living room, opened a bottle of wine and poured myself. I was accompanied by moving melody and magnetic singing from the radio. Casually, I opened the iPad again and began to stroll in the webpage of . But I don’t know why, the mood tonight is chaotic, but I can’t concentrate on tasting every article carefully. I didn’t want to spoil every blog’s efforts, let alone disrespect everyone, so I had to retreat and return to the real world again. Thinking of these days, this prose world has spent countless lonely times with me, and also let my ideal see a glimmer of light, which can be regarded as inspiring my will to keep writing. At the same time, I think more about sharing my mind with some people who are persistent in writing here. It seems that there are many more listening ears, which makes me feel particularly pleased. I think the person that I am most grateful to is the numerous editors of who took great pains to review my emotions and approve my works. Thanks to Ke Er, yi er, Dielianhua, the distance between dreams and Ruoyu. You are the first to finish my article, and finally you are my most “loyal” readers? If it were not for you, my voice would not be shared with a group of like-minded blogs, let alone be published in this world. I see new works on the Internet every day. I can see how many blogs I submit daily and how many works I want to review everyday. However, your work efficiency is extraordinary. It usually takes only half a day for my articles to come to life. Here, I want to pay tribute to your enthusiasm for this duty and say thank you. Similarly, in this virtual world, I also seem to meet new friends unintentionally. No matter tourists who have read my articles, visitors who stay in my space, or even readers who push me and step on me, I will say hello to you. To make you feel my inner world, we are destined, even though it may just pass. Thank you for every blog that left a message for me ~ The cloud is like water, the Queen of demons, Yu Yangzhi, the flowers fall ruthlessly, the snow of Erya mountain orchid, Kilimanjaro, who will save my youth, water wheat straw, seeking suoxue, Liu hongmeier, sea charm and sorrow. What moved me most were Liu hongmeier and Hai Yun. Because of your messages and your visits, I will never feel strange or lonely in this space. Your encouragement is the greatest motivation for me to continue to stick to it. Your occasional greeting warms my body and softens my heart. If possible, I would like to give you a paper crane. I wish you a smooth and smooth life in the future. I always feel that people who write articles are full of emotions. Especially when the article reveals the inner world and the touching to life. However, in your articles, I seem to have explored the most sincere emotion and the truest side. Compared with the masks worn by cruel reality people, you are much more lovely. In real life, I am persistent and emotional, and pay special attention to friendship. Because friendship is also a kind of wealth for me. It was a pity that I was too harsh. For people, I always looked on coldly before deciding whether I could be friends with him. Therefore, the fewer friends I have, the more I cherish them. In the boundless world of prose, I am willing to believe that every article and every work starts from the heart and is the path of true feelings. Therefore, I prefer to believe that what I feel is the truest of you. Night, gradually deep, weather, gradually cool down, I, gradually tired… I am so tired…! But, with you, with , tired heart, with dependence… It’s good to know you! As in 2011 nian, 8 yue 27 ri. The day without her is 183rd. Cloudy.

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There’s a girl

[Introduction] girls have numerous misdeeds when they were young…… However, in the face of such a paranoid girl with many problems, mother accepted the girl’s rebellion with her love, and father melted the girl’s willfulness with his heavy heart.

There was a girl who lived in a world of inferiority and self-abandonment when she was a child. The adults told her that she was the child she brought, and the innocent girl believed it. Therefore, the girl became sensitive and vulnerable. The angry expression of her mother and the careless words of her sister both made the girl suspect that she might be really adopted, it is an abandoned child. In the world of self-pity and self-mockery she weaved, she gnawed at loneliness, and imagined that maybe it was because of her own shortcomings that she would be abandoned. The sickly woman became more unsociable. She is sensitive and stubborn to everything. She won’t cry if she is beaten, and she doesn’t want to explain if she is misunderstood. Deal with the world that she thought she had abandoned her indifferently. Therefore, in the eyes of neighbors and relatives, she is a problematic child, so unpleasant and stubborn. But I don’t know that almost every child was told when and where they were picked up in a certain month of a certain year… One day after many years, girls will feel shy and funny when they think of their ignorance. However, it is inevitable to sigh with emotion that the world of children is so simple for that serious and pure belief. I don’t know when it started. Girls are full of love and joy to the world. I don’t know when the girl unconsciously became a good student in the eyes of teachers, a good daughter in the eyes of parents and a good example praised by the village. Everything is so natural and logical. There are not too many surprises and twists and turns. The girl herself gradually realized in her later life experience and experience that it was not natural. It was because of her mother’s selfless love and father’s broad and tolerant mind that she could grow up healthily and optimistically, only in this way can she fall in love with this complicated but colorful world. When I was young, the girl would throw off her job regardless of everything because her mother said something unpleasant to her ears, and shut the door angrily and willfully. I felt suffocated in the room and felt wronged inexplicably. But I didn’t know that it was her childish behavior that made her mother so cold and sad. Besides, the crack on the door of the plywood in the girl’s room is also a masterpiece when the girl is angry. There are countless misdeeds of girls when they were young…… But in the face of such a paranoid girl with many problems, mother accepted the girl’s rebellion with her love, and father melted the girl’s willfulness with his heavy heart….. Every time she rebelled, when the girl recovered her intellect, she knew what she had done out of line. That was that she would rather her parents scold her or beat her, but every time the tolerance of her parents made the girl feel ashamed, and also made her deeply understand the most selfless love and the most tolerant mind in the world. Integrity, kindness, patience, tolerance, philanthropy, diligence…… Parents didn’t give girls a rich life, but they gave girls precious wealth for their whole life. Today’s girl, the girl who grows up, gently wants to say to her parents: Thank you, I love you

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On the bus beggars

Every time I see a beggar, I always think of the old beggar on the bus that I often see when I was reading. He has a slightly fat figure, gray hair, turbid eyes and a ravine face, that rags and broken rubber shoes are all around the year. At that age, we simply couldn’t refuse the trembling hand stretching in front of us. What’s more, the fare was 80 cents at that time, and no one would be stingy with the 20 cents he got back. Later, the fare increased from 80 cents to 1 yuan, and later, more than N air-conditioned cars were added, fare two yuan. After graduation, I didn’t see the old man when I went back to school for several times. I still felt a little puzzled in my heart that the old man took the bus with us for four years in the four years of college. Several classmates who went back to their alma mater from other places didn’t mention this old man when they got on the bus. Where is he now? People are much older. When they are older, they are much calmer when they see beggars on the bus or kneeling beggars on the road or those children dragging your clothes, it was much more indifferent, and gradually no longer put his hand into his pocket and took out a word. It is not that we are no longer kind or sympathetic, but that the world and society change us, force us to become indifferent, force us to become worldly-wise and force us to wear that thick mask. In fact, most of the time, we can’t understand these beggars. Are they richer than us on Earth? I have seen many beggars, some of whom cooperate with each other and some fly alone; Some of whom are reluctant to give you up, some of whom stretch out their hands to thank you in a procedural way, and some of whom look at the words you gave, I still feel too little in my heart. Some people like singing while others like telling stories. Seeing these, I always look at them quietly, because I seldom see things that are worthy of our sympathy or care in their faces or eyes, except that their bodies make us feel a little self-consoled. When they got off the bus, they could not see any gratitude or gratitude. In this era, what they lacked most was gratitude or gratitude. In the morning, I saw a beggar again. It was rare to meet him at such an early time. The car on the starting point was just the car on my previous one, at the beginning, I didn’t regard him as a beggar all the time. No matter wearing or looking at him, I just glanced at the crutch in his hand. I was still curious about why there was no place to sit. He stood at the door with a crutch. After several stops, he slowly took out his tools and told his story, about his parents’ cancer, his congenital disease, then the children were studying and were short of money. Then they sighed why God was unfair and punished themselves like this. In the end, they naturally appealed to the kind-hearted people. While saying that I was collecting money from front to back, I put my hand into my pocket. Sometimes I also despised myself, because I stretched my hand at most once every day, probably because my love was not enough. However, when he was getting closer and closer, I didn’t hear him say a word of thanks. He was just talking about his own story. I said, I couldn’t see his eyes showing that he needed help either, it seems that everything is taken for granted. At last, I left that son tightly in my palm, and he was right in front of me. When beggars show off their defects or miserable experiences, when they awaken your compassion with seemingly humble and humble bodies, what can we sigh? What can we do? Maybe we are all beggars, just at different times and places.

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I began to forget, a fleeting time

Seasons and all other things that can be called beautiful began to ride by horses. I stood at the corner of the wall, leaned over and leaned to my ears, and focused on the flowing light. I heard the trivial sounds in the silence, which were scattered. It is like the crying coming from the ancient Lane in a silent night, which is filled with bitterness, melodiousness and some ancient dreamland. The season written before is always clear in my impression, cold, cold and warm, just like in front of me. After counting one by one, it will be a year. And then start over. Simple reincarnation, simple motions, like every life, frivolous or quiet, there is no difference at all. However, there are still troubles, which are grand and lasting. At this time, I began to have no words. I always felt that words had no effect in many times, and the existence was redundant. What’s more, it was a memory that could not be light, there are also witnesses about the fleeting time, all of which are too heavy and heavy. In this city, all the dreams have really become dreams, and they have begun to surpass slowly and overturn to fantasy. Many days are no longer the day, many nights, thoughts expand, there is no corner. Desolation is like the sea water breaching the embankment, which is arrogant and scours away the wisdom and beauty of the past. Today, the world is no longer the past. I, too, began to change. I didn’t know what the result would be. Maybe, I would be terrified. Maybe, beauty is like memory. When it comes to memory and the past, what I feel is just tangled, endless and disorganized. All is just messy and prosperous, and the beauty of the last world. But in this kind of thought, I still want to live a very serious life, treat others cautiously, be kind-minded, have a gentle eye corner, have no story, have no scheming, be a simple person, get along lightly, it is good to live lightly, just like my youth, even if there is no destination, I still have to work hard to live today, because I have no capital to miss and lose anything. No one wants to be a person who is good at sadness, because everyone has no extra feelings to vent freely, but sometimes life is too heavy, and they will complain about fate when they feel they can’t afford it. Growing up slowly, I gradually found that I was also at a loss on the Edge of Sadness. I couldn’t move forward and my mind was shaking. It has long been discovered that many future things and emotions have been endowed with sacred concepts, such as ideals, which are always hanging high, swaying day by day in your sky and warning from time to time, let you forget, can’t let go. A fleeting time needs to be forgotten, just like many things that you can’t define. If you can’t understand them accurately, you need to put them down, forget them, don’t let yourself be so tired, don’t add much trouble to yourself, live brightly and live a good life.

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Hometown of bridge

[Introduction] now I live in a busy city. The bridge of my hometown is very far away from us. Things far away always make me miss. The bridge of my hometown often lingers me, which is the temptation and call from the ancient countryside. The stone bridge in the stream and the slab bridge in the field are horizontal in the depth of my memory …… my hometown is a Watertown, and the beautiful Chaohu Lake winds like a green belt, the villages and towns on both sides of the river are tied together, bringing infinite vitality to my hometown. Every night when the lights are on, I especially like to see the flickering fishing fire on the lake and the starlight in the sky shine on each other. But what I like most is still the bridge of my hometown. For many years, the bridge of hometown has always been lingering in my mind. It brought me a lot of happiness and dreams in my childhood. For many years, the bridge of hometown has always been resting in the river I remember. Wild flowers are falling down one after another. Under the bridge is the gurgling stream, and there are willows hanging beside the stream. When the gorgeous sunset falls, reflecting the smoke rising from the farm, this is a beautiful picture of small bridges, running water and others. At the end of the road from my hometown to the neighboring village, there is a bridge paved with flagstones. The quiet stream under the bridge flows all the way to the beautiful Chaohu Lake. In the early morning, when the first ray of sunshine put beautiful costumes on the village side of hometown, a wisp of mist hung over the field like gauze. At this time, the long Qingyuan shouting of selling tofu would come from the bridgehead, which broke the tranquility of the countryside, and the one-day rural life began. At that time, I took out one yuan from the drawer and quickly ran to the entrance of the village. In front of the gray grandfather, I bought a bowl of white tender tofu as the most fragrant and refreshing lunch of the day. The farmhouses in summer were always busy. At this time, I went to the paddy field with my mother to plant seedlings. We walked through the crisscross ridges and ditches, and then came to our paddy field, to experience the hardship and pleasure of Labor. What impressed me most at this time was the bridges made of planks one by one in the center of the ditch. A touch of streams flowed quietly under the bridge, and pieces of white clouds floated gently in the air, reflecting on the water surface. The sky and clouds were really beautiful. The distant mountain was green, and the rising sun showed half a smiling face in the mountainside. When people walked on the bridge, they really felt like in the drawing. While in the field, there were the figures of laboring peasant girls everywhere, like immature babies, jumping happily in mother’s hands. Mother was transplanting rice while talking kindly with neighbors, laughter Comes one after another. What a happy picture! Sometimes, I would walk to the bridge with my three or five childhood friends in the moonlight, just like walking into a beautiful dream. The Moonlight is soft, like the hands of a young mother who slips gently in her sleep. The Moonlight poured quietly on the bridge deck, the whole stream was like a mirror, like a long white and flawless jade belt, and the wild flowers beside the bridge were quietly bathed in a piece of softness. The breeze blows over, and the broad water surface is like a handful of fine silver, just like a fairyland on earth. We sat quietly at the bridge head together, talking, laughing and chatting. The laughter floated on the bridge deck, fell to the clear water surface, and lingered in our ears. All of these integrated in this beautiful moonlight. Now living in a busy city, the bridge of hometown is very far away from us. Things far away always make people miss me. The bridge of hometown often lingers me, which is the temptation and call from the ancient countryside. The stone bridge in the stream and the slab bridge in the field are horizontal in the depth of my memory. Sometimes, when I am alone at night, I will think of it, which is far away, it is full of distant and charming affection. Oh, the bridge of hometown, the bridge in my heart, I miss you forever.

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Quietly changing from free to paid

In the afternoon, when I went to the bank, several staff members greeted each other with smiles. They were very satisfied and thought to themselves that they were familiar with each other. They were more polite and polite, which was good. After a pause, the staff said in an extremely courteous tone, there is one thing to explain to you, what? I was curious, because since the opening of online banking, we seldom went to banks, and many businesses were easily completed on our own computers, which was convenient for ourselves and directly reduced the workload of bank staff, naturally, there is much less communication with them. Hehe. The staff was in a dilemma, saying that they had recently received the above instruction that online banking should implement paid service, which has been implemented since last year. The charging standard has been approved by relevant departments, and it is 600 yuan per year, these days, it has to be withheld directly through the bank account, and the superior requires all the grass-roots banks to do a good job of explaining to customers. I was born to be dull, but I didn’t respond at once. What? Online banking fees? Why? We handled remittance on the online banking, didn’t we pay it obediently? The standard of transaction fee is the same as the standard of handling fee handled by the counter. There is no discount. Why do we suddenly say that we have charged the online banking fee? Isn’t it obvious that the charges are repeated openly through the so-called relevant departments? And it has been implemented since last year. What is the concept? It goes without saying that the bank still has to pay back the RMB that was not included in the bag last year? I couldn’t hide anything in my heart. When the question was about to come out, the staff understood our psychology very well, so I simply made it clear for us first: the bank explicitly canceled 19 charges (but actually it has nothing to do with the young people, and the most frequently encountered is that the password loss report is free, in fact, ordinary people will not enjoy the feeling of fee reduction), income must have an impact. The banking system is unwilling, so it has been planning to generate income. Previously, it was said to open online banking for free, use it for free, and give K Bao as a gift. Once the enterprise is skillful in using it and can’t stop it, hey, paid service, collect money, you can’t get it now, this operation is really not appropriate. There is a suspicion of Overlord, which belongs to hanging people in advance. It can’t be blamed that customers have ideas and complaints. No wonder many customers protest loudly on the spot. I asked doubtfully, is there really a customer who is in a hurry? Yes, of course, some customers said that you have to collect money from online banking. Hey, the big deal is that we don’t need online banking, cancel it, and return it to you. Is that OK? But the bank said, then you have to pay the money since you used it last year. Gee, what? The staff shook their heads while talking, laughing at themselves as if they were only executors. Even if they reserved their opinions, it would not help. There was no other way but to serve the superiors at the lower level. Over the years, banks have quietly changed from being free to having Fees. Many charging items that have never been heard of have appeared frequently. Last year, they began to charge 360 yuan per year for the annual fee, this year, the receipt box fee of 300 yuan per year has been charged, and now a net banking fee of 600 yuan has emerged. If you accumulate a lot, you will get a lot of money. As a vulnerable group, even if you have 100 unwillingly, your arms can’t twist your thighs, and you still have to obey in the end? In the past, it was said that merchants were only profitable. I thought that banks, a boisterous businessman, were disdainful of small money. I really admire them! In the past, it was said that the Kuomintang had more taxes and the Communist Party had more taxes. How could we think that there would be more taxes and more taxes? That kind of taxes was so numerous that you could be amazed. When the eyes blink, the old hen becomes a duck; When the eyes blink, it becomes a free payment. Speechless in

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