Dream

But now I have no good impression on the city life I yearned for in the past, and even have some hatred. There are many tall buildings, heavy traffic, neon lights and shops, which symbolize the abundance of materials and the progress of society. People also seem to be enjoying full happiness. In fact, otherwise, the dirt behind the prosperity has already become the cancer of the city, which is eating away people’s yearning and favor for the city. I am a little disgusted with the city. It is not a whim or novelty, but that too many dirty things in the city begin to obliterate the beauty of the city, which is hard to accept. Let alone air pollution, food safety, traffic jam and social security, only those people who dare not compliment will make the city pale. This feeling is especially strong this morning. Maybe I slept a little late last night, and there was something wrong with my biological clock. I tossed and turned around all night, and finally I was sleepless. I expected to sleep for a while after dawn, but before dawn, the whole city began to make noise again: The Music of morning exercises, the sound of fitness equipment, the sound of car whistle, the old man weaved a net of high frequency and low shell over the city, which made people feel a little suffocated. Family members often comfort me: when you are alive, you should take the initiative to adapt to the environment instead of waiting for the society and environment to adapt to you. They began to doubt whether I was a little weird. Recently, several netizens have the same feeling with me. They even have the idea of living in seclusion. The reason is not that they don’t like the city, but that they don’t like those messy people and things in the city, so I thought of escaping. I think there are not a few people who have this idea in real life. I have always admired those famous people who lived in seclusion in the mountain forest in ancient times. That indifferent mood of fame and wealth, that indifferent to things, that leisure of picking chrysanthemum in Nanshan, and that free madness are really admirable. I thought that only literati and scholars, and eminent monks could surpass the world and see through the world of mortals. Now, I, a common person, even have this impulse. In the process of getting close to nature, I often derive the idea of living in seclusion, and I often outline the appearance of my ideal home in my heart. First of all, we have to choose a place to build houses, which is best near the mountains and rivers. Benevolent people love mountains, wise people love water. Although I am dull, I can relax my mind between mountains, rivers and waters, so that I can absorb the tenacity of mountains and the tenderness of water. The mountain may not be high or large, but it must be green; The water may not be deep or wide, but it must be clear enough. The window contains green mountains and dark green, and the door is surrounded by beautiful water. Living in such an environment, no matter what kind of person you are, you will also cultivate your eyes. I don’t have too many requirements for residence. There are thousands of luxury houses in the house, and only one stay is needed for living. As for the house, it is better to have three rooms, one for bedroom, one for cooking and dining, and the other for the reception of guests. Set up a small shed next to the house as a chicken and dog house. It is better not to use reinforced concrete to build houses, because the infiltration of reinforced concrete will hurt the weak body of nature, and it will also appear out of place in the quiet and primitive mountains and fields, which will destroy the harmony of the environment. It is better to build the room with earth stone or wood rattan, and the roof is covered with thatch or green tiles. Living in such a house is warm in winter and cool in summer, which does not make people lose their ambitions. I am a philanthropy, there must be no lack of flowers and trees in front of or behind the house. Plant a few bamboos behind the house to appreciate the extraordinary, fresh and elegant bamboo, and also taste Su Shi’s noble feelings that he would rather eat without meat than live without bamboos. Then plant a few peach trees in front of the house, watch the enchanting flowers when the flowers bloom, and taste the crisp and sweet fruits when the fruits are ripe. Chrysanthemum is planted on the left side of the house. All kinds of chrysanthemum are in full bloom in late autumn and early winter, so as to appreciate the enthusiasm of flowers and comfort the dry branches of the peach tree. In the warm sunshine bath in winter, I learned Tao Weng’s appearance to pick chrysanthemum under the eastern fence, and leisurely saw Nanshan. It is best to plant some seasonal vegetables on the right side of the House, irrigate them with water of life, and enjoy the delicious food without pesticide or chemical fertilizer corrosion. Living alone is a little lonely. You can’t owe yourself too much even if your life is just a few decades. Therefore, when choosing the address, we should also investigate the surrounding humanistic environment more, and it is better to be neighbors with some friends with the same interests. In addition to being idle, I invited a few, made a few pots of jasmine tea, talked about the past and the present in the tea fragrance, and recited poems. You can also learn from the appearance of a fairy poem, bring some old wine, invite some literate people, drink a lot, and see if you can suppress a few decent verses. How lucky it is to stay away from the noise and complexity of the world. Reading the words I wrote with my heart, I was infected by the Paradise in my writing. However, when I thought of the situation that I was naked and not covered with food, I felt a little ashamed and at a loss. The Paradise in my writing was afraid that it could only be a flash in the pan. Praise on the evening of 2015.3.20 (prose editor: dropping ink into injury) 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…

Efforts

Looking back for ten years, with a flick of a finger, the years have gone through ten years in a hurry. In this period of time, struggle and struggle are the main melody of life, ten years have turned an ignorant teenager who just came out of campus into a smooth and exquisite social talent. Along the way, who is taking care of you, watching you silently with understanding eyes, who is touching and inspiring you, or who is always bothering and confusing you. Calm down and look back on the past. Those who pass by you, those who support each other and walk along with you, or those who cheat and greet each other with smiles, I have learned to face everything in the past ten years. In the past ten years, I have always been looking for my foothold, lifestyle and value in this intriguing world. Therefore, I have never stopped for a moment, I always remember my mother’s instruction that if you don’t advance, you will retreat. I don’t want to be eliminated by this society. I have been trying hard to adapt to this society, to all the good things and dirty things in this society, everything seems very normal to me but not so normal. In the process of struggle, I became a slave of life, a slave of work and a slave of society consciously or unconsciously. Maybe I succeeded and became a happy person who seemed to live, the leader of work and the winner of society, but am I really happy? Looking back on ten years, what did I get? Dragging my drunk body every day, I tried hard to open my eyes to find my way home. Facing my sleeping wife and children, am I happy? Did I really succeed? On a leisure evening, I finally stopped my tired steps and sat in the corner of the dining room, softly looking at the beige sofa in the living room under the light, with tired and stiff waist, the white lining, the orderly dining table, the hanging basket full of green… for the first time, I felt so beautiful, even the snack box sent by my mother and casually placed on the tea table was also an excellent embellishment at this time, the son’s pet turtle’s voice was no longer so harsh. They were so warm and emotional. Of course, this is my first time to sit here at night, looking at this simple living room with great mood under such light from this angle. Mood is the most important thing. At this time, we should benefit from the leisure after work and the relaxation after pressure. I suddenly feel that people are like rubber bands. You can’t always stretch her, then she will lose elasticity. However, we are not the hard labors or slaves of our own life. We should give ourselves the time and mood of life and the time and mood of watching the scenery. Life needs to leave white space, and life needs to breathe. There is an advertisement saying that is full of charm. Life is just like a journey. You don’t care about the destination, the scenery along the way and the mood of watching the scenery. During this long and long journey, you will see many beautiful scenery and also many unsatisfactory scenery. You will meet people you don’t want to forget in your life, you will also meet people you never want to see in your life! This trip is also looking for yourself! Give yourself a chance and a chance to breathe. In this way, I may be able to know myself better, find myself and enrich myself. People can never be satisfied with the status quo. Walking today, I will remember yesterday from time to time and look forward to tomorrow constantly. It seems that I can’t stop walking and savor today’s life carefully. Forget to enjoy the scenery along the way, forget to sort out the mood during the journey, just speed up the pace to the front. But the front is like the horizon, which can never be reached. All the beautiful things along the way are lost in this Chase. I am tired and far away, feeling that my heart is always wandering between the past and the future, but what I have now is not what I want. Calm down and think about what I have learned, gained, contributed and gained in the past ten years. In the journey of life, the road you have traveled will become the scenery behind you. You can’t turn back or stay, so it is better to enjoy the feeling of every moment and enjoy every scenery. Cherish what you own now, no longer be a slave of life, work and society, feel life attentively and enjoy the scenery along the way to your heart. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Lost

The night is already very deep. The noisy village town gradually calmed down like a tired baby. I didn’t sleep, lost sleep, and didn’t feel sleepy at all. I have asked myself for thousands of times, but I can’t find the answer at all. I only know that my heart is blocked with sulk, upset and anxious. I stood in front of the window, pushed open the screen window, took a deep breath, and felt that the air in the midnight seemed to be much more refreshing. Without the turbidity in the daytime, my mind gradually became clear, take a cigarette and watch the cigarette ring fade away slowly until it disappears in the vast night. The neon lights on the roadside also pull the whole street very long, which seems to have no end, there were only a few moths dancing on the yellow board, no stage, no audience, no applause and applause, only persistence. Stick to the dream of pursuing light. I, a person who claimed to pursue dreams, lost myself in this noisy, turbid, indifferent and Lonely City, and could no longer find the way forward, I have tried to sober myself up for countless times and tried hard to find my way home, but once again I lost myself in the world of materialistic desires. Without pursuits and dreams, what I left was just my body, maybe only death can be released and reborn. 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…

Step

Love, warmth and hope. Who is complaining that April has lost fragrance? In the empty sky, white clouds were also circling with the mood, or white pigeons waving their wings in the afternoon, because the thick clouds seemed to be wrapped by some hatred. The so-called growth seems to have no choice but to expect, not clear, not clear, but eager to express what you think in your heart, not clear explanation of the heart swing. At this moment, with a moment of melancholy, we laugh at the immaturity of the past, worry about the shackles of the present, and doubt the imaginary future. It was the wind from late autumn to winter that condensed the confusion in the eyes and touched the narrowness in the eyes. By chance, I vaguely saw the direction and the eager self from someone who passed by in a hurry. Therefore, life left the self-proposition behind, and we began to look back, doubt the present and guess the future. Whether denying the immaturity of the past or insisting on the autonomy of the present, this is just a process, a process of growth. Maybe ten years later, the experience of ten years later will also betray the lovely present, and then make worthless comments for those who care about, those who are arrogant, and those who make new words to express sorrow. Therefore, there is no denying how to grow. Just as the blooming season is always beautiful, there will be the loss of dead leaves in the previous season and the calm maturity in the later autumn. Growth is not always full of April fragrance, love, warmth and hope. We need love, warmth, hope, mood and gloom. Life should always live in the way of life. As for the entanglement between right and wrong, or between right and wrong, it should be attributed to April, May and June of growth step by step, day after day, year after year. 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…

Chaos

I couldn’t help shivering when the cool breeze blew. In fact, there is bright and hot sunshine, but for a person whose heart is already cold, even if the whole person is thrown into the vast sea of fire, he will not feel any warmth. I was like walking into the polar region. There was no difference between east, west, north and south. I stood there and looked around. The white world was full of cold air deep in my heart. The high ice edge was swaying in the water, but I was swaying in the snow. I tried my best to find the direction I wanted to go. I tried many times, but I found that it was in vain. I knew that I would be trapped here and never walk out. I shouted and struggled. I didn’t want to die miserably in this extremely evil world. No one can save me, nor can I save myself. Countless promises are like what others say that have nothing to do with me, and all the good things have become memories of the past. The endless longing was like a mirage after the rain. After the sunshine broke through the clouds, everything disappeared. I began to feel confused, at a loss, and didn’t have the courage to continue panting. It was like a bottomless hole falling down. My body was suspended and falling down all the time. Every second, my nerves were tense. Every second, I didn’t know what would happen next second. Fear, fear of danger, no hope. This is a kind of torture, which is even more pleasant than a broken head. I still remember that I was in my 20th youth, but in my life, I could not see a little youth. The tragedy that I created for myself, I bet with fate, and I bet all my life’s hopes. Nowadays, no one can blame for the hysterical pain. They are all asking for it on their own. The only blame is that they are not smart enough. They lose to being serious, and lose to their own practice and corruption. I am not qualified to say how unfortunate I am, let alone my miserable face. Don’t want to see dazzling light, dare not look at me in the plane mirror, embarrassed appearance, no bloody face, scattered fluffy long hair, ragged clothes, dead fish-like eyes shot everywhere. I don’t know whether I am admire others’ happiness or beg others’ sympathy and pity for me. I have never counted how many holes there are in my heart. I hope that after leaving me, I just want to be free. Yes, I have given what I can give to the so-called hope. If it leaves, can I be free… tired, too tired to shout tired, tired, too tired to say anything, it doesn’t matter. Close your eyes habitually, but don’t want to open them habitually any more. I was afraid to see the reality that hurt me all over. I was afraid that the light which was so strong that there was nothing to stop could blind my only healthy and visible eyes. After what happened, I was deaf and couldn’t hear anything. I was lame and couldn’t walk any way. I only had those eyes that could be seen in the past, but I closed it and didn’t want to open it any more. I am a sinner, I am guilty. I lost nothing but nothing. What a big sin it was. I want to say sorry to myself, girl, you are wronged. Stunned, stunned, out of my mind. Two decades of life, two decades of life trajectory. In the second decade, it is still far from the end. I must forget all the past and continue to go on. Girl, no matter how painful, hurt or prickly it is, let it be the past and the past. The road is still long, the dream is still far away, and you can cherish it. 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…

san yue

The rain in March is soft, soft, soft, light, hazy, moist, successive, thin, itchy on the skin and bright on the tender leaves, looking from a distance, it was a piece of fog covering the top of the mountain. Looking up, I looked up and looked up at the wisps like threads and hooks, bathing in them, the dreams I saw were unreal, and the fairyland was as ethereal. Spring is warm and flowers bloom, everything comes back, the weather is updated, and there is love in the rain. In this joyful March, everyone wants to take the old and the young to the countryside for a walk, enjoy the appearance of green mountains, feel the tenderness of green water, share the vitality of nature and taste the passion of life. Or invite friends and friends to go on an outing and travel, let the sunrise on the top of the mountain be tough on our bones, let the waves clean the fragile dependence, embrace the great shore and width of mountains and rivers, and spread their arms to fly the ideal; if you don’t hold your lover’s hand before the flower, you are originally an emotional animal. You often think of some people and things in the rain. In the Qingming Festival, it rains one after another, and people on the road want to die. Du Mu’s long-lasting song, I don’t know how many homeless people will catch the homesickness of missing relatives and friends outside, and I don’t know how many generations will feel bitter. Indeed, the rain in March is like a thread. From beginning of spring, it will walk to April without rest until Qingming Festival. Therefore, walking in the rain, my mood is also wet, and I always feel a kind of sour sorrow in my heart. The more I want to shake off, the more I will be swallowed. Especially in the middle of the night, raindrops are dripping, and the lonely space is filled with rhythm. Listening to the rustling sound outside the window alone, my mood was also lost in the night rain. For a long time, I don’t like the rain in March. It will catch the sad things many years ago, and remember the shy, sincere, dreamy, straightforward, pure and romantic youth like the rainy season in March. In order to win the favor of girls, after studying late, they secretly climbed up the butterfly tree behind the teaching building to pick flowers, then spread them in the delicate paper box prepared in advance, and then put on a letter that I just opened in love, finally, the outside of the box was knotted with Jinbo paper tape, and it was quietly placed in the drawer of the favorite girl after self-study. As a result, it was not only laughed at but also punished. There was also a female classmate who had a crush on herself. She saved her pocket money and went to the bookstore to buy “collections of poems” in order to express her worries about me who liked to recite poems. I disappeared from my back reluctantly in the rain when I graduated. The rain in March was still not easy to wet the eyes I looked up at, and it was hooked to precipitate the unbearable memories in my heart, making it difficult for me to fall asleep. To make a living, one on many fronts, away from home, tears relatives, under Guangdong drilling ore, swept floor climbing stairs water. Walking in a hurry in the wind and frost, alone in the rain and snow. If the rain of March is less in four seasons, it will not be colorful, and life will not be wonderful without the bitterness of March. After March, the way home will always be clearly displayed in front of us, no matter whether it is the storm, lightning, thunder, or frost and cold snow. The rain in March is like a thread. It is a landscape painting that makes people think about the ups and downs, leaving many blanks. 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…

Spring

Spring, summer, autumn and winter. In the four seasons of the year, I am afraid that my favorite seasons are spring and autumn. Facing the spring, I have too many emotions to express, too many emotions to release and flow, and more reverie to pause in a word, the thoughts that spring brings to me are like rain, fog and wind, layered and surrounded my heart. However, the love for autumn is entirely out of its scenery: blue sky, white clouds, yellow leaves, and cancan valleys. If you browse through life here, there will be great gains and great joy. Now is the season I like. I should have stepped on the dance steps to visit friends in nature, or walked around without any destination to see the wings passing by the Swallow in the sky, just like in previous years, smelling the fragrance of the field flowers, listening to the pleasant cry of cuckoo birds overhead, kissing the solid Earth under my feet, and singing my favorite Xintianyou with my loud voice, how delightful it should be. However, facing the current spring, I not only have no interest in the past, but also feel oppressed and depressed from time to time. What is the reason? I can tell you, who is responsible for our tomorrow? That is to say, facing the land exchanged with countless dead lives, facing the danger of being carved up by traitors, facing the approved genetically modified food, facing the humiliated and enslaved people living at the bottom, facing the crazy plunder of a group of wolves led by American imperialism and people thinking like this, there may be many people in China, and this number is estimated to be no less, after all, we live in the same society, the same family and the same ancestor, but because we don’t have prominent rights and status, people are humble, which is also in line with the current survival situation. But in any case, we never forget the ancient motto that every man is responsible for the prosperity of the world. It is because of this that China has come to today. I deeply know that when the country is invaded by foreign races, it is the day when people wake up and resist! This past history has told us clearly. But when we face such humiliation today, I wonder: why are you not angry, Chinese? Have we forgotten our ancestors, the Chinese, the sacred mission given to us by history, the mother river that nurtures us, and the deep teachings of Mao Zedong, the people’s leader, forget the bloody Nanjing massacre, the compatriots killed by bombs in foreign countries, and the soldiers guarding in the air, one by one, all carved on the hearts of every conscience Chinese, don’t expect the redemption of American imperialism. Today in Iraq may be our tomorrow. We don’t have to endure and wait any more. Instead, we should be like Yue Fei, the national hero, who was angry and rushed to the Crown, and rose from the shore, expel Da Lu, return me rivers and mountains! Chairman Mao, the great leader, taught us that the United States empire and all reactionaries are paper tigers. As long as our people unite, they will be wiped out! But when we face such humiliation today, I wonder why Chinese are not angry. Have we forgotten our ancestors and that we are upright Chinese, forget the sacred great undertaking given by history, the legacy of Sun Yat-sen, the father of the nation, the mother river that nurtures us and the socialist road created by Mao Zedong, the people’s leader, forget the bones of the dregs Cave, forget the bloody Nanjing Massacre, forget the compatriots killed in foreign countries, forget the air guards defending the dignity of the motherland, one by one, they are engraved on the hearts of every conscience. Don’t expect the redemption of American imperialism. Today in Iraq may be our tomorrow. We should not endure and wait any more, but we should hold high the great banner of Mao Zedong Thought and march forward bravely along his revolutionary route! Chairman Mao said, the United States empire and all reactionaries are paper tigers. As long as our people unite and fight against each other, Victory must belong to our people! Aren’t the once arrogant Japanese invaders and Kuomintang reactionaries eliminated by us? Our weakness today is the shame of tomorrow. Therefore, we should shout our roar, sing our magnificent national anthem, build our new Great Wall and march forward with the gunfire of the enemy! Countless martyrs who sacrificed their precious lives for our liberation cause, for the peace and tranquility of our descendants for thousands of generations, for the solid land under our feet, our compatriots struggle for the truth, we should be proud and glorious. I firmly believe that Mao Zedong’s spirit is overlooking us and that he will protect, bless and support his people in the just struggle against oppression. There is no spring in struggle, only severe frost and heavy snow. If we want to return to the world in real spring, we can only rely on the glorious guidance of Mao Zedong Thought. Don’t be confused by those pretexts of running for a well-off life and getting rich together and what kind of chicken fart. Think about the situation that you have suffered in the past 30 years, which has proved everything clearly. Do we still expect a dwarf government to become a great giant? No! Only under the leadership of Mao Zedong can China be truly real, and only in the socialist society created by Mao Zedong can there be warmth, harmony, stability and development, even if it is not spring, it is better than spring! Because Mao Zedong loved the people and regarded them as treasures, it was spring now, but it was so cold that people could not feel the breath of spring at all! Ah, in spring, how I yearn for embracing you, approaching you, getting close to you and breathing you. However, the snow outside the window and the raging wind make me unable to approach you, I only feel tired and shrink in the dull room, letting my thoughts wander and sigh 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…

Moonlight

Walking alone on the path under the moonlight, I unconsciously brought you into a kind of beauty of the past memories. There was silence in the field, only the companionship of the moonlight that I would never give up, then there are the singing of autumn insects and several barking from time to time in the distance. The winding stream was like a white practice under the moonlight, flashing white silver light. The bright moonlight, the thick night dew, the cool air moonlight, especially at this moment, give the lonely soul a special kind, comfort and pleasure. Looking back on the seemingly distant rural life, people don’t have the so-called excessive happiness and sorrow of the present people, let alone the affections of too much whitewash. What they have is the kind of nature, the constant peace and quietness: the sun goes down and the sun goes up and down, day after day, year after year, the Buddha says that the heart is like the moon, cool and cool without heat, and the special thoughts are not chaotic; The heart is like the ground, subject to net. Holding heart does not move. Long lost, that kind of quiet, frugal and natural life. The development of society breaks this kind of peace. The quiet countryside was suddenly occupied by the Earth-carrying trucks, excavators and so on: The flat mountains were filled with water, the green was destroyed to build the city, the machines were roaring, and all night long, a dusty world. The homeland is razed, people are migrated, leaving the land and nature, facing the social competition, struggle, struggle, and anxiety, craziness, despair is even more materialistic, money fetishism, and even deviates from human nature. People and nature go further and further. Praise (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…

Life

For Life, spring always makes people have infinite thoughts. No matter the seeds that break the ground, or the cold plum that has gone through the vicissitudes of wind and rain, even the sorrowful clouds, when they meet the spring, they are also enraptured, wandering with the sunshine, wandering with hundreds of birds. The great poet Zhang Ruoxu’s song the night of flowers and moon in the Spring River has become the final song throughout the ages, isn’t it because the breath of spring and the surging life make the warm current of love resounding and the flourishing vitality between the heaven and the Earth? Yes, in the spring when everything recovers, ideals, hopes, longings and reveries all gather here, which makes people feel uncomfortable and sigh again and again! Isn’t it said that wild Lily also has spring? And are people. In other words, man is the essence of the universe and the envoy of civilization. Facing the abundant spring, how can he not be elated and willing to be forgotten by the season? Unless there is no source of memory, story, passion and love in life! In fact, in my opinion, it doesn’t matter even if there is no source of memory, story, passion and love. It is not because of emptiness that the Valley is full of fragrance and charm, and birds chirped around it, the stream twined it and galloped, and there were even poems of Tang and Song dynasties and gifted scholars and beauties pouring their lives for it, playing the piano! Spring has no season and is not controlled by the heaven and earth. If a life often has the Association of spring in its heart, the natural aura will not be cut off. Just like Zhang Ruoxu, life and everything can be beautiful with your own will! To be honest, I always compare spring with autumn. I don’t know why, however, it doesn’t hinder my love and attachment to spring, love is because life passes through here, and the string of notes left form a serenade that I listen to and sing, moistening the background color of my life and accompanying me all the way. As for attachment, it was because the spring flowers were thanked in the forest. It was too hurried! Yes, the youth of life is so similar to that of spring. With a flick of a finger, the gray and gray disappear. Therefore, the heart of Xi Chun is the trace and sigh after the feeling of life. I admit that I am is a rationalist in life. He has his own confidence in everything he does. He will not follow others, let alone follow the trend. This is the feeling from spring. If he wants to make life last forever, then we must complete self-help in life, and use spiritual quality to ensure that life is always spring. Imagine: in the world of life, what else can make people more happy and happy than life having the breath of spring? That is to say, only by burying the seeds of spirit in one’s own spirit can one make life young forever, not like Spring but also like spring! We know that flowers have a new day, and people are no longer young. That is to say, no matter how much we miss youth or spring, it will not go as people wish and cannot be retained. Especially for people, spring is always so short and pitiful, and flowers will come again. Only by this point, people are sometimes inferior to flowers, trees and plants. This is the sorrow and misfortune of being a human being, but the delightful thing is that life has soul, belief, choice and wisdom. Therefore, the road and the sky have their own decisions. If your choice of road is accompanied by knowledge, then, spring will never die out. On the contrary, it will only make your life young forever! Eternal youth has no season limit. It is like a lighthouse and starry sky. It will not lose its light because of darkness, nor will it lose its underground vitality because of wind, rain and winter. On the contrary, obscurity is a kind of breeding and rising machine, which is connected with the hope and expectation of tomorrow. As long as life is unshakable, as Zheng Xie said in the poem of chant Zhu, he will not relax if he bites the green mountains, and let him stay in the east, west, south and north. Is also! In life, there are too many lives that are depressed because spring has passed and youth has passed away. They are not slim and look like Desolation. This is what I despise. If you want to make life pink and Willow Green, dance lightly and keep ripples, only by knowing yourself, pursuing yourself or creating yourself can you walk out of a brand new spring of life. Spring is not an imagination, let alone a taste of waiting, but a process of planting, giving, irrigating, cultivating, fertilizing, cultivating and loosening soil. Only in this way can the flowers of life bloom, as for harvest, you don’t have to worry about it. If you don’t care about gain and loss, then being full is not a problem. Far away, take myself as an example, spring has already become the yellow flower of yesterday, but there is no bleak winter or Twilight Autumn in My Heart, I have plenty of bright summer and bright green like Lotus! Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) 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…

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The beating heart can’t restrain the lingering feelings always lingering in my mind, waving a wave and not waving the melancholy in my heart, so I always want to read the stars in the dead of night, so I hope to remember my mind in the grid. Take it away quietly and pray for a beautiful autumn praise (prose editor: ke Er) snow elimination 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…