Night Micro

Difficult to meet when BIE Yinan, Dongfeng unable flowers residue. To death to make silk, wax torch Ashes tears. Xiao Jing but worried about changing the temples. Singing at night should feel cold moonlight. There is no way to go to Penglai. Qingniao is dedicated to exploring. ——– Inscription yesterday, it snowed heavily all over the Earth, swept away the haze, and turned over the calendar casually. The solar term was already cold. It turned out that spring was really not far away. Set the music into a single cycle, listening repeatedly, it seems to be detached to another realm, graceful and soothing music, lingering and sentimental, a little decadent feeling. In the afternoon, I found a gap and walked alone on the bustling street aimlessly. Since winter came, various kinds of fur and cotton-padded clothes have been hanging in the first place of the store, attracting the eyes of passers-by, I always feel the suspicion of swaggering. The streets are bustling and noisy, but all of these seem to have nothing to do with me. When occasional passers-by look at me with a different look, occasionally, I was in a trance and refreshed. When I was walking in the crowd, I always felt that I couldn’t get into the crowd, including behavior and dressing. It was not weird, but it was really a little out of place, I know that every time I place myself in a crowded street, I always have a desire to escape, which is very strong. Maybe it is because of the noise around my ears, or the material desire filled with eyeballs, which is unknown, it seems to be, but not all. Zhu Deyong once said that life is like a maze. We use the first half of our life to find the entrance and the second half of our life to find the exit. Today, every day is actually looking for the exit to escape. A person is holding all kinds of trivial things, big and small, just like in a nest without exit, empty and lonely space, I was struggling alone without any meaning, with chains covering my shoulders layer by layer. I was tired of breath, but I felt happy in the evening day and day. I always thought, another day passed, and I don’t know what I’m waiting for. Maybe what I’m waiting for is just the last season of my life? The change of the moon is sunny and sunny, pushing the seasons one after another. Think carefully, the age of life should actually be the autumn of a year, everything seems to be destined by day. Career, life, mood… people are always small in front of Time. After the night buries the noise of the day one by one, another day comes again, but although we can know whether the past will reappear after dawn? In recent years, I seem to hate the complexity and noise of the years more and more, so I try my best to find a quiet place, but after all, I am not lucky enough to have a quiet and quiet livelihood to support my family, but he had to deal with all kinds of people every day, perfunctory and disguised….., I often warn myself that I will, no matter what things will come out, there will always be a doomed ending. I hope that I can still calm down and cultivate my mind in the rest of my life. Sitting alone with a cup of tea in the leisure afternoon, I opened a handbook of time with my hands, calmly and peacefully. Maybe I still like quiet people in my heart, the past, glory and splendor, but they are all passing by in time, and finally the dust settles down, therefore, the prosperity on both sides of the Taiwan Strait has settled into the years, and the white hair dyed with Frost has brought it to the night scene of life. The words of melancholy are intended to be written, and love is in my heart. I read the book late at night today. I know that jumping over this winter is just a reminder of the spring breeze, what I like most is still the full spring, knowing that I can’t get rid of the arrangement of fate, I can only let it go! I only hope that one day I can really tear off my disguise, no longer in the snowy night or in my heart. 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…

Read

Do what you like and focus on for a lifetime, just like loving someone. There will always be an echo when you love someone for a lifetime. Xiao Chan said that the days are too slow now. He doesn’t drive because he can’t and doesn’t want to learn. Don’t watch TV, newspapers, popular magazines, don’t listen to radio, in order to maintain your spiritual height. Resume handwriting, rice paper album, Falling word by word in the time, sincere and steadfast. Read more idle books to keep people’s hearts closed. Writing calligraphy, drawing, singing opera, traveling far away, tasting tea, and traveling in the midnight with three to five bosom friends, only communicating with people with clean eyes and clean hearts. I always like to sit in front of the window and think about it. I feel the entanglement between myself and my soul and the irresistible destiny. Listening to the book and hearing “in the book, I am old”, I suddenly feel the Zen of life. The noisy and flashy world lacks this rare moisturizing and rich, poetic and transparent. It happens to be the same as Yu Jie’s “Writing is old. Reading the biography of Qiong Yao at night “love the sky and hate the Sea”: in the quiet thatched cottage, Qiong Yao and Qingjun both entered the selfless artistic conception of writing, their thoughts gallop freely in the plots of the novel story, and the flowing words in the novel are endless. Bai Luomei said: choose a city to die, and surrender to one person. The best state of life is to do what you like with the person you like. Qiao Ye’s silence is a thousand words. Hearing this question, I was shocked and suddenly looked back. I felt familiar before. Art is so, seemingly Tianya, actually your reach. When thinking of girls, the only extracurricular reading materials were Liaozhai Zhiyi and Andersen’s fairy tales, folk tales and so on. Snow White, Cinderella and Thumbelina gave me the garden I imagined. I was born in a village in a small town with limited vision. These legendary stories rooted deeply in my childhood. Since then, creating story novels has become an important part of my life. The scope of life is limited. I have been living in the window of Youda, but my imagination is advancing by leaps and bounds. Zhang Defen said: life is a state of deep relaxation. You can appreciate your unique talent and you don’t need to struggle to prove yourself. I was once lonely and helpless, but it turned into a passing cloud. In her deep love, Qian Xi followed the fate and witnessed her silent brewing and cultivation. I think of Mu Xin’s “slow before”: life becomes slow, cars, horses and emails are all slow, and I can only love one person in my life. What literature needs is exactly this kind of unhurried feeling. The slightest thing is to write when you are alive, and the slightest thing should also be to live in writing. Never forget, there must be Echo. 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…

Winter

In winter, thousands of mountains and birds fly away, thousands of paths and people disappear, it is the night when the sky is about to snow, it is leisure to drink a cup of nothing, it is the bright moon shining on the snow, the wind is strong and mournful, it was the sorrow of the clouds falling down at dusk and the rush of Snow dancing back to the wind. It was also the sadness of the yellow clouds falling in the daytime, the north wind blowing geese and snow one after another. It was the open space of the desert with wild clouds and thousands of miles. The coldest day in the Northeast came as scheduled. Looking away, the vast white land, the gray sky, the withered branches and old trees were unable to swing in the cold wind, which was full of bleak and desolate feeling. It is still the 2.1 line between the dormitory and the laboratory. Life is like a cup of boring water, which seems to be calm without waves. In fact, only you know the anxiety and confusion in your heart, including the tiredness of sitting in front of the computer and the weakness of knowing nothing about the road ahead, only you know. Recently, the situation was terrible, and all kinds of troubles came one after another. After wiping several tears, bad luck still refused to let me go at the last moment of the birth year. As if the days of this kind of black paint had no end, I endured and endured, fought and fought, but life was still developing towards a worse trend than expected. Sometimes we think that we are like snowflakes swaying in the wind. We don’t know how many unexpected desolation we will experience or where the road ahead will lead. Maybe one day, we will drift away. When you are in a bad mood, you will choose to walk alone near the school. When I went to the supermarket that night, the sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet, it also touches a familiar and soft corner deep in my heart. My hometown is a small town. In the cold winter, there are roast sweet potato stalls and sugar gourd stalls at every intersection and Alley. When my mother picked me up from school, she always bought a roast sweet potato or a string of sugar gourd by the way, I sat behind my mother’s bicycle, avoiding the snow and cold, and felt that I was the happiest child in the world. This is the smell of winter in my memory. It is the sugar-coated haws that children all love, and it is the fragrant roasted sweet potato. The smell of winter is still the same. All kinds of frozen fruits are sauerkraut that every family will accumulate in winter. They are chopped into dumplings and put into hot pot with noodles, or stew with white meat and blood sausage, the refreshing taste of sauerkraut can exactly neutralize the greasy taste of meat, just like the magnanimity and generosity of Northeasterners; It is a hot sticky bean bag with white sugar, melt into the mouth, sweet and soft. Winter is a certain color, which is endless white all over the world. This white is elegant and indifferent, quiet and lonely. Without smudging or embellishment, it is a cup of bitter green tea and a bowl of dim millet porridge. It is a state of mind that does not disturb and is quiet in the hustle and bustle of the world, it is also a plain and pure background of life. In winter, there is also the softest memory and the most tender smell. The smell and memory melt into the blood and go deep into the bone marrow. It is the nostalgia that can’t be lingering even after a long journey, it is the amiable infatuation and lingering in the world of fireworks, the truth in all kinds of things in the world, and the warmth in the rolling world of mortals. Maybe the winter is very long, but no matter how long it is, it can’t stop the arrival of spring flowers. Maybe the youth is very short, but the hundred years are just passing by quickly. It is better to cherish the porridge and meal in front of you and live a good life overnight. Maybe many things are unsatisfactory, but life is a complete process. We have nowhere to escape, so it is better to go on the road easily. We believe that every wind must be experienced by ourselves, and every piece of snow is worth appreciating. Whether it is sunny or rainy, poor or rich, plain or complicated, be the unique self in the world of mortals and regard all difficulties as hardship. One day, I will find that, these disappointments were just passing by. The current difficulties could be resolved sooner or later. The people and things bothering me were actually small and ordinary. With the most beautiful taste, the most authentic color and the warmest memory, we are looking for the quiet belonging in our heart. Step by step through the twists and turns, step by step to undertake the rain and snow wind and frost, waiting for the spring breeze, waiting for flowers, waiting for love, watching the snow, watching the moon, listening to the wind, listening to the rain, and then slowly, quietly grow old in. 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…

From

Current position: Prose> prose essay> mood prose> call from Lotus Lake-go to Dazhou to participate in the literature creation of young and middle-aged writers in Sichuan province in 2014, hold my hand and restrain my half-life madness Association, kiss my eyes, cover my half-life wandering Lotus out of the silt but not dyed, to show that it is clean and good; Literature is out of the secular world and detached, in order to understand its literati moral integrity. In July, 2014, the literature creation training class for young and middle-aged writers in Sichuan province was held at Lotus Lake. Its profound meaning is self-evident. You came from Bashan, and I set out from Guang’an. We met in Dazhou, Lotus Lake, the same place, the same dream, and the pursuit and persistence of literature were like the Sun in July, passionate like fire. He Dang cut the candle in the west window, but when it was raining at night. Luo Yong, the secretary of the Party committee of Sichuan Writers Association, made a speech at the opening ceremony, starting with poetry, aiming at awakening poetry friends and reforming Bashu literature, let people enjoy the beautiful scenery of urban and rural areas where Bashan culture is integrated with modern civilization, and let people listen to the wonderful notes of the collision between Bashan night rain and eastern Sichuan culture. The inheritance and renaissance of literature and art are related to the inheritance and renaissance of the nation. The long history and thick history provide rich materials. The nourishment and infiltration of literature and art help the literary dream insert wings to fly. We, A group of literary enthusiasts, who dream about the Lotus Lake, have close contact with famous artists, listen to the notes played by words, and appreciate the astounding lectures of famous artists. In July 13-18, it was an unforgettable time dedicated to literature. We improved in our painstaking study, gained something after thinking carefully, and ignited our creative passion in discussion and communication. We gathered friends through literature, became attached to literature, learned from each other and strove each other, standing in a tree, a tree watching the moonlight of the soul in the dark night. Kingston Birch, long blue sky, slightly south wind. Lotus flowers bloom on the lake, the summer in eastern Sichuan, leave a memory in Lotus Lake. Bai Hua from Southwest Jiaotong University dressed in white, pure and clean. As a poet, he has achieved fruitful results; As a professor, he is knowledgeable and talented. Titles are not important, but Lectures are important. His “modernity, nationality and language problems of modern Chinese poetry” clearly analyzes the process of modern Chinese poetry, the fierce attack of Western culture leads to the Westernization of Chinese poetry, and the cultural hegemony leads to the loss of their own cultural fingerprints and identities. The guidance of Western literary theories leads to a circle of our nation’s anarchic Sinologists, finally return to the respect and inheritance of Chinese classic culture. It is believed that modern Chinese poetry should obtain different nutrition resources from classical Chinese, vernacular Chinese (including daily spoken language) and translation style (including foreign vocabulary), and integrate classical Chinese, vernacular Chinese and translation style into one. The writer Bo Hua narrated the modernity and nationality of poetry in a calm tone, and illustrated the language problem of poetry with handy examples. Although it was a boring theory, it was delighted by the easy-to-understand explanation. Enjoy the scenery on both sides along the river of poetry and experience the feelings of poetry with teachers. Overlapping rhyme expresses inner ripples, and two voices show inner cramming. Poetry is experience, while poetry is feeling. When writing a poem for a word, there are always new things and changes in new things, which show the unique language charm and poetic style. Slowly wake up the sleeping soul, quietly raise the inner demand, and some poetic things pass. Speaking of western Hunan, I couldn’t help thinking of Shen Congwen, the beautiful and romantic life and the pastoral style; While Peng Xueming deeply rooted the image of “mother” in people’s hearts, it shows a brand new impression of western Hunan. Words have life while literature has life. Litterateurs have infinite poetic heart because they touch literature. Words are eternal, literature is eternal, and litterateurs are eternal because of literature. Literature cannot live without life, and life is more wonderful than creation. Defamiliarization of familiar life is the writer’s ability to express life, and also the skill Peng Xueming taught us. Truth is the soul of prose. Though fiction is fictional, it still comes from life. There is no life, making things up, and writing about life without understanding life. Such works will be dumped by life sooner or later. Write the words into the heart of the era, punish evil and promote good for this era, vigorously promote the clear; Cherish the world for this era, mournful the earth; Spread the virtue of virtue of virtue and good as water for this era. The prose “mother” reaches the depth of people’s heart with simple and elegant language, conveys human feelings and beauty of human nature, and evokes filial piety of children all over the world. Someone turned homesickness into a bright moon, someone integrated homesickness into the shallow strait, while Peng Xueming integrated homesickness into Western Hunan and the outstanding land, integrating into another mother in his life, touching people with details of life and infecting people with the warmth and coldness of human nature. In this way, the words are written into the heart of art, integrate art into the heart of life. The call of “mother” awakened the sleeping memory of the descendants of the yellow dynasty, like a trickle moistening the hearts of children all over the world. Liu Xinglong was the most familiar person to me. He admired for a long time and finally got in close contact. Although this was the case, he didn’t take a group photo alone. Novel is a matter of honesty. Literature inherits the Spirit and Destiny of a nation, which is the frontier of a country’s culture. It is by no means a matter of several books or romantic affairs, it is not only to record the sins of the world, but also the pain, struggle, moaning and even shame afterwards, because literature is not singing a hymn, but singing an elegan. The literature written for writing is not in the state of literature, nor does it enter the literary scene. Literature must be a pair of wise eyes, which can see the truth behind the facts and the essence through phenomena. Only literature of a certain depth and length can reach the depth of literature and glow with charm; Only when we stand at the moment and look back at the past and do our job well can we write our words well; Only when we are responsible for the characters under the pen, only when the author’s feelings are hidden in the details can he meet the human nature and have the charm of touching people. You came from Huangzhou with the spirit of Zhou Lang from the three kingdoms; You came from the water conservancy construction site with the wisdom inspiration of landscape; You came from the words with the romantic feelings of literature; you look up from the grass: choosing literature is also the value of choice. We can be lonely, we can be lonely, we do ourselves well, which is the greatest contribution to society. A leaf boat came from Gansu, from north to south, full of expectations for literature lovers, “Cross running from childhood to poetry”. If literature is a river, then poetry is the upstream of the river, which gathers trickle streams and integrates all rivers; Prose is the middle section of the river, with open riverbed and deep still water; novel is river downstream, nishajuxia, beheld its vicissitudes. A river starts from a drop of water, continuously accumulates, invests into the sea, and completes the fate of a river, thus obtaining eternity. Therefore, the sea is the destination of literature and the beginning of a new cycle. Literature inside is the expansion of a drop of water, which is the knowledge of beauty and goodness. To engage in literature, both inside and outside, to see the outside, to listen to the heart; To see the world clearly, to find the foothold. Literature is like braised tofu, asking the truth behind the appearance. The end of the news is just the beginning of literature. I have no wings, but I chose to fly. Last night, the East wind blew the dream far away, and I love the country most. Literature is to find the way back to her hometown in her mother tongue and regain the light of humanity that has been covered for a long time; Literature is to polish the dirty words and make her shine with silver. The era will deprive poetry, restore the ancient rules of literature, and restore the inner dignity of Chinese characters. A person engaged in literature is a part of personal narration, and the personal narration of countless people constitutes the national narration. Literature follows a pure life from common things, and then goes back to common things; Literature uses thin shoulders to shoulder the morality of the world, pokes out the soap bubbles of life and restores the true nature of life. In today’s society, there are fewer and fewer people reading novels. A person can not read a novel from birth to death, but still live a good life, that is, our life can completely leave literature. This is a phenomenon and also implies worries. Will novels really die? Xiangrong’s novel spirit and death shows us the past, present and future of the novel. Although Ma Yuan, a pioneer literature writer, mentioned the death of novels in novels and our times, novels or literature still have the necessity of their existence, which is the spirit of novels. Xiangrong thinks: Among all the art forms nowadays, novels have irreplaceable quality spirit. Only novels can find the secret things in this world, and the immortal vitality of novels also lies in this. The uncertainty of the world means the infinite possibility of life, which leads to the richness and complexity of the world. The novel can be regarded as a form which is consistent with the complex and fuzzy world itself. The novel can express the richness and complexity of life most effectively. Literature can describe the imaginary possibility. Although this possibility may be shattered by reality, novels can reach reality through artistic imagination. Short training, beautiful memories, the door of literature is open, the Lotus Lake is sunny, and the boats on the water are rippling with the blue waves. We, who love words, will walk together. The flowers and plants on both sides will bloom with poetic fragrance, and the joyful words along the way will reflect the eternal memory. Holding the hand of literature, I will share your life with you. Kiss the eyes of literature and give you a lifetime of deep feeling. 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…

Zhongshan

When I moved, some friends showed great interest in a gray tunic suit at the bottom of my leather suitcase. I knew that there were doubts in their interests, so I talked about my complex of Chinese tunic suit. This is a gray tunic suit with four symmetrical pockets up and down, all of which are external-mounted, with the upper and lower sizes. There is still a small cut on the cover of the small pocket on the upper left, and its function is to insert the pen conveniently. It is said that this style of clothes had been popular for decades before 1970 s. It is estimated that it covers my father’s prime time, so it is not surprising that my father has such a gray tunic suit. This is my father’s Chinese tunic suit, but it is also a piece of clothes accompanying me for nearly two or ten years. From high school to college graduation, it really wears on me, accompany me through the struggling years during my study. My father was born in the late 1940 s, and his special times and chances in life made his fate far away from his hometown. My father and I always get away from each other. In my memory, only on festivals and festivals can my father be found. My father told himself that his last school time was to recite quotations at school in the morning, and in the afternoon, he took a horse to carry goods to calculate work points. Even this kind of part-time study only lasted until the first grade of junior high school. My father was a very generous man, but his words revealed his sorrowful sigh of low culture. When I was in high school, I thought of dropping out of school automatically. Because of my partial study, my mother didn’t scold or scold me, but she talked about my father’s hardship until now, I arranged my father’s clothes while talking about it. I said that the Chinese tunic suit was quite new by accident. Why don’t you take it to school to wear it? I really tried it on at that time, and my mother said that it fit me well, it is similar to my father when he was young. Therefore, my father’s gray tunic suit became my clothes. In order to match this gray tunic suit, I asked the master to customize a pair of straight pants in the sewing shop in the county, which is dark gray. The master was very surprised, saying that no senior high school student could make such trousers any more, let alone wear Chinese tunic suit any more, but I ignored his comments. Two days later, I received brand-new trousers, matched with the gray tunic suit my father wore when he was young, and began to live a high school study life in the classroom, canteen and dormitory of 3.1 lines as a teenager, at first, some classmates looked at my new clothes with strange eyes. As time went on and the frequency of putting on this gray Chinese tunic suit increased, my classmates didn’t dig out other strange things about me except wearing them. They still got along happily until graduation. After I successfully entered the university, I still dressed in this suit of new and old combination. There is indeed a lack of students in Chinese tunic suit on the campus of nuoda University. It seems that I have become a strange scenery, and my dress has become the focus of many students. I still couldn’t help wearing the gray tunic suit for a long time. I began to understand that dressing was a kind of behavior. Once this kind of behavior was repeated, and after the precipitation of time, it would easily become a habit. I gradually fell in love with this kind of Chinese tunic suit which was once popular several decades ago, and I no longer cared about whether people I knew or didn’t know would look at my dress with what kind of eyes. After graduating from college, I went to work smoothly. The collar and cuffs of this gray Chinese tunic suit were badly worn, and I couldn’t wear it on me any more. But this gray Chinese tunic suit always accompanied me. It lay quietly at the bottom of my leather suitcase and said that it was not appropriate to be honest, so it was called My complex of Chinese tunic suit. 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…

Walk

Life like? Some people will say that it is like a winding river, never looking back; Some people say that it is like climbing mountains, one by one, high and low; Others say that it is rowing, I will not make comments here on the ups and downs of these speeches, either right or wrong. In my opinion, life is more like a race. From the moment we were born, our parents would chase after us with invisible leather whip; When we went to school, the teacher would hold countless papers and spread them all over the sky, saying beautifully that there was no end to learning; When working, the boss will always push you aside with the concepts of time, money, values and so on until you run into tears, especially cheering aside; After getting married, there are always endless trifles around you, as well as countless sayings woven by Darling with love. We have been racing with others and ourselves. I don’t know how much time God has given me, but I ran empty and tearful. I couldn’t help looking back at the time I had run. More than 9,000 days slipped away from me unconsciously. I squinted and thought carefully, but I couldn’t remember a few unforgettable things, not to mention the bones. I can’t even think of a few examples of happy, sad, excited and melancholy. Every day, I am busy in countless phone calls, washing and rinsing in the cool water every day, and writing and drawing under the incandescent lamp day after day, year after year, it turns out that, I spent so long in the repeated days. Maybe you will say that when swallows go and fly back, when willows are withered, there will always be green, but where is our time? Will you come back again and again? Will it be as bright as yesterday? Spring elimination snow Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Flowers

Friends knew that I liked the nature, especially the mountains, rivers and plants in the nature, so they sent a message to strongly tempt me, saying that the azaleas on the Siming Mountain had blossomed and were everywhere. Siming Mountain is a peaceful place I often go. I have set foot in every mountain road and every post hovering there. Therefore, as for the withered and prosperous flowers and plants under the change of seasons, in fact, I have already been familiar with them. Before and after the Valley rain, some people said it was an exquisite and thorough season, and the azaleas in the south of the Yangtze River were exactly bright, which was actually reasonable. After the rain in the deep spring several days ago, everything will brew a change of fragrance and Chun in the coming of summer. The temperature in the south suddenly became turbulent and warmer. It is really a good time to see Azalea at this time. But I can’t go before the appointment, because I can’t bear to go. Maybe it is in middle age, or it is in my mind recently. I can’t see the appearance of azaleas blooming, which seems familiar. I always feel that the azalea that I want to see now is not in full bloom, but in full bloom like crazy. I always feel that what I want to see is not a natural flower, but a human love. When it bloomed, it was like filling out all the emotions in life without reservation. Like crazy to love someone, chensbury. It was so open that it went its own way that it even lost its life. This kind of feeling makes people absent-minded and painful. When people reach middle age, their steps become acknowledged and their mood is calm. When watching a flower event, you will see it quietly and properly in the sky. Nowadays, azaleas bloom, which is really not suitable for emotions. If you have to watch a flower event in this season, then go to see the half-branch Lotus. Half flowers bloom, half lotus bloom, originally it’s nice. What’s more, its color is slightly purple or green, and its leaf surface is smooth. It is not as warm as Azalea, and it is so blooming. It is low-key, casual, and strong enough to make my heart pity. It was opened in front of the house and behind the house, in the fields that no one noticed. It is not afraid of harm or trampling. As long as it is given a little sunshine, it can live exactly. Because of this quality, people gave it another alias, sunflower. I like this name. If the semi-branched Lotus is poetic and straightforward, as if it can be placed in the Book of Songs and the blooming brocade of Chu Ci, I prefer the flavor and quality given by sunflower. Its strength and endurance represent a spirit. Under the low profile that nobody cares about, it is as brilliant as ever. At the end of this spring, I’m not going to see Azalea any more. In the quiet night, I just wrote some words for it. But there are always faint flowing messages in the pen. I can indeed hear the sound of azaleas blooming and blooming one by one on the Okayama of Siming Mountain. I smelt that in the deserted field, the semi-branched Lotus gave off a strong but not brilliant fragrance. Light, not flustered, not worried. Just like a person, that lavender miss. 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…

There

I thank God for his favor. I know that although I have experienced a lot, I am still lucky in general, but the pressure and happiness brought by this kind of luck are superficial. I can’t really be happy. What age brings me is not growing up, but learning to hide, show people with cold faces, learn to be polite, learn to endure, learn to meet things and do things. I don’t need to understand and comfort, because it can’t warm my cold heart at all. Learning to disguise the good side for life is what a normal person should do, for the due responsibility and the meaning of life. Existence, just to adapt to the society, existence, just for relatives, existence, just to exist I have already lost my spring snow Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

High-heel

Every girl is qualified to have a pair of high heels to lead them to find a happy platform. When we were young, we always stood by and watched our mother go out wearing high-heeled shoes quietly. Our little heart was full of fantasy, imagining the happiness of wearing high-heeled shoes, just like a princess dancing happily in a fairy tale, occasionally, we would secretly put on mother’s high-heeled shoes and dance in front of the mirror, so we were eager to grow up and have a pair of high-heeled shoes of our own. Time slips away quietly from our fingers like a thief, without any sound, leaving only our infinite emotion for the fleeting years in a hurry. Maybe it listened to our wishes in our childhood, take us through the gap of time quickly. We choose carefully with infinite longing for fear of failing to live up to our fantasies for so many years. The moment we put on high heels, we seemed to feel that the world had become wonderful, every tiny voice had become a pleasant note, and our feet seemed to be enchanted and also became light, you can jump out of the moving dance at any time. Gradually, we began to feel distressed. We always fell into deep thought because of a word, a song, or even a stranger. We began to miss in our childhood memories and the warmth in mother’s arms when we were young, I miss the smiling faces of my childhood playmates, the days when I was young Chasing the Wind. Time is like a river, flowing constantly, no matter how reluctant you are or how nostalgic you are, it will continue to gallop until gathering in the broad embrace of the sea, just like we can never catch it, we can only watch it slip away from our eyes until the end of life. One day when we opened the shoe cabinet, we were shocked by the various high-heeled shoes in front of us. For so many years, we kept changing the color, style and price of the high-heeled shoes, but we were no longer excited when we bought the first pair of high heels. We began to remain silent. What polished our passion and was the busy work? Complex interpersonal? Or our hearts are covered with gauze, and we want to explore but are afraid of the fear of facing unknown results! One day we suddenly realized that we were scared by the timid self in our heart, so we began to chase the footsteps of time and were no longer passively led away. We will find the fantasy hidden deep in our hearts when we were young, about that pair of high heels, which witnessed our pursuit for so many years and our pursuit for happiness. We will be surprised to find that happiness has never gone away from us. It has been waiting for us silently. Maybe it is hiding in the phone of mother. Mother’s excitement and care reach our ears through the space; maybe hiding in the gifts of friends, the care and greetings of friends sailed across the ocean to our hands, or hiding in the wind and surrounding us all the time, but we are all too selfish, ignore their love and take it for granted. We are no longer sentimental about high heels, just like when we were young, we are full of fantasies about them, and we firmly believe that they will lead us to happiness, just like the crystal shoes in fairy tales will lead Cinderella to the embrace of the Prince and live happily from now on. 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…

Thanksgiving

The greatest luck in life is neither picking up money nor winning a prize. It is someone who can recognize and appreciate you, so as to reach out and take you to your own platform and reflect your own value. Even if it is a pearl, it needs to be polished before it can bloom. Also true. Even if there is potential again, if it is only buried silently in the passage of time, it will eventually be in vain. Even if it is not dazzling enough, as long as you have experienced and spurred, you will certainly gain growth and wisdom, Bloom even a little starlight, and concentrate with the accumulation of time. You may not be excellent, but you must not work hard. You can not be arrogant, but you must not lose the minimum confidence. Only by believing in yourself can we surpass ourselves and strive for what we must strive. In life, what restricts people’s development is not IQ or education background, but the life circle you live in and the people you associate. The so-called noble person: it is to broaden your horizon and bring you into a new world. Give you encouragement, confidence and courage to move forward. Even give you a pair of wings to fly with your wings. Whether tomorrow is brilliant or not depends on your choices and actions today! Success or failure is only a step away. Maybe hard work may not necessarily lead to success, but if you even disdain to give, then you must fail. Life is a grand encounter. Passing by is a kind of encounter, and the unforgettable one is also a kind of encounter. And helping each other with great strength is precious in meeting, and treating each other sincerely is precious in meeting. If you understand, please cherish it. If you are grateful, don’t let it down. Everyone should have a grateful heart and know how to be grateful to the noble people in life! Nothing is supposed to be. The so-called supposed to be is just a kind of contribution that does not aim at paying. Based on this complicated world, everyone has his own difficulties. I am willing to help you, that is love. It is also my duty not to help you. Who ever said such a sentence: the person who hurt himself wrote his name on the beach, followed the tide to rise and fall, and the big waves attacked him, then relieved his resentment in the boundless sea and smiled. And those who are kind to themselves should engrave his name deeply in their hearts, and let the years pass and the fleeting years change, which is also a deep impression. The kindness of dripping water must be reported to the spring. This is the realm of being a human being. Buddhism has a cloud: everything in the world has fate, believe everything, God has its own arrangement. A person’s life is just like an electrocardiogram. No one can be as flat as a straight line all his life. When there are ups and downs, it is fresh. The intersection of forward and inverse is life. Life is like a road. Be patient. Holding a calm, usually in the spring and autumn, carrying a calm, silent forward in the wind and rain. Maybe if you walk, you will walk to the bustling and splendid scenery. Perhaps, the most wonderful thing in life is not only the process of sticking to the dream, but also the moment of realizing the dream. Those experienced expectations, desires, waiting, loss, and anxiety about the unknown ending will all condense into an exciting feeling at this moment, which cannot be suppressed! How many times I have hesitated, I always feel confused about the way ahead; How many times I have hesitated, which is also the difficulty of remote sensing will. Perhaps, people always need to learn to choose between choices. Only when there is choice can there be gains. If you look forward to it, it will be difficult to achieve it. It is a kind of courage to go forward without hesitation, which comes from persistence. It requires you to abandon the least willing in your heart and then get what you want most. When the pursuit has been obtained, besides being delighted, loneliness will be reborn. What is lonely is that there are some things that you can’t take care of both. Life is always mixed with happiness and gain and loss. Most of the time, we need a kind of inner strength to face all kinds of tests of life. Maybe sometimes, you really need to be a little cruel to yourself, so that you can change another vast expanse of life. Life needs touch, not grip. Let’s accept all these hard-won things happily. As for those regrets that cannot be taken into consideration, I believe there will be a good solution. Let’s firmly hold our long-desired dream with enthusiasm and look forward to a better tomorrow! QQ:1956930265 Communication Group: 122385678/344949777 like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) spring snow elimination 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…