Winter

When my senior fellow apprentice was practicing the car, he always liked to find an excuse to get off and walk at the bank of Haojiang Lake. On cloudy days, there are light sorrows passing away with the water, and under the winter sun, there are no longer young publicity. I like to approach the barren road and wild path, and surprise the birds more leisurely than me with hearty laughter, sometimes I look at the lake surface in a daze, and how wonderful it is to see the scenery of the lake by boat in the center of the lake? On the day of inscription, senior brother Zhao took me on a boat to swim in the Haojiang Lake in a hurry. He was envious of Mr. Zhao’s magic skill of rowing. Mr. Zhao was a good senior in China, and he told me that boating was easy, it is no different from driving. First, remove the fear, then slowly come back from the orchard. After half an hour of driving, he lied that his feet were numb when he stepped on the clutch, so he had to have a rest. Jumped out of the car, ran to the lake, took off the scarf, rolled up the sleeves, stepped on the wobbly boat that I stepped on, picked up the two oars and scratched them against the backhand. It seemed a little loose, I thought that the boat would leave the port smoothly, but who knew that it came back to the original point at once and was still standing still after a long time. What was going on? Teacher Zhao only used the paddle gently, and the ship was easily offshore. To what extent am I stupid? My strength only made the ship sway less than one meter offshore, and then returned to the shore offshore? Oh, there is a rope holding the bow. He staggered to the bow of the boat and took off the rope. He tried it in the shallow water area in a hurry for a long time. The boat turned round, left and right, letting it enter and retreat. It seemed that my understanding was good, I finally found the feeling before sweating. When the double paddle pulls back, the boat moves back. When the double paddle pushes forward, the boat moves forward. The left paddle and the right paddle respectively control the parallel and turn proudly, hearing the master honking the horn, it turned out that the training was over. In a hurry again, he paddled the boat to the shore and went home reluctantly. At night, he showed off to his friends that he was learning rowing and learned to drive her the next day, mr. Zhou and I went to the bank of Haojiang Lake to practice driving together. Seeing that senior fellow apprentice was practicing hard, he dragged him to the lake and said proudly, “I know how to row a boat. I don’t believe driving your husband, but he didn’t push off with a smile in his mouth, and looked as if he wanted you. When I arrived at the lake, I only saw the smallest boat leaning there quietly. What about the bigger ones? I had no choice but to draw this small one. Regardless of the water in the cabin, I ran to the stern to hold the double oars and said to the gentleman on the shore: Haven’t you come up yet? When sailing on the boat, is the art master bold? The art master may not be bold to me, nor may he be bold to the master. He clearly knew that I had several pounds and several taels, and even pulled the anchor on the boat with a smile. When he boarded the boat, he shook the boat on purpose. When I was in panic, he sat down calmly with a smile. In this way, the two began their thrilling romantic journey on the Haojiang Lake in winter. I can’t stand stably, and still row? Looking at the calm and joking master, I couldn’t be calm at all. The boat was not as stable as the slightly larger one that was tried yesterday. I tried to swing a few oars, which were shaking so badly. Besides, there was water in the cabin. The boat was draught so deep that I was afraid of swaying carelessly. When it sank, the boat was more than ten meters offshore, I was so scared that I yelled out. The master looked at me and didn’t panic. He kept a little steady and stroked forward. It was really impossible to get ashore. I also thought about it. But, but, in a hurry, how to get in, I forgot how to retreat. The ship was getting farther and farther offshore. Don’t worry, sir, take your time and still sit steadily. Let me toss and watch the calm man. I also calmed down slowly. After several attempts, finally, I found the right way. The ship gave up the struggle and began to dock slowly. After he jumped ashore, he looked at me with a bad smile. I was about to go ashore when the ship left because of his strength. You can make it hard. You just want the gentleman on the shore to review and consolidate on the training ground while laughing, and you can slowly draw over. I had no choice but to rely on myself. Fortunately, it was not as flustered as just now, and soon I landed smoothly. Back to the training ground, the junior sister asked doubtfully: Aren’t you going boating? How back? I was afraid that teacher Zhao would laugh at me, but I just said that the boat was gone. I was so annoyed that today, after training for nearly an hour, my whole body was stiff. I walked to the lake and wanted to try my luck. I went to the dock to have a look, the three boats were snuggling up to each other. They ran over and jumped onto the bigger one, holding the oars and paddling. Yesterday’s experience was still there, and this time the ship went forward smoothly. Seeing that there is no boat in the lake, you can do whatever you want. After a while, you can go straight, turn left, retreat, or play around a small circle for a while. When you are tired, you can simply let the oars float beside the ship’s side, sitting in the cabin to rest, learning from Su Shi, The cool breeze of the Haojiang Lake under the lazy sunshine of Dongyang came, and the water was not blooming. So I also want to listen to what it has done. Although it is not Dongpo Chibi, it is not a moonlit night, it is not a close friend with courage to accompany, it has not brought wine and fish, and there is no lone Crane made by Taoist priests except for three or two waterbirds in front of the boat, but my heart was more calm and leisurely than those of Dongpo Jushi. In this way, I thought nothing and did nothing, squinting my eyes, sitting quietly in the cabin, bathing in the warm sunshine in winter suddenly, it seemed that someone was shouting, thinking that the master was calling his lazy apprentice to practice driving. He stood up and looked at the shore. He didn’t see anyone, so he sat down again. Hey, it was someone shouting, looking at the other side, there is still no one. Should it be the sound in the orange garden on the shore or somewhere else? Teng, Teng and Teng were the sounds of motorboats. There was no ship shadow on the three sides within sight. Looking back, a motorboat was coming towards me, and a man stood on the bow shouting at me, he made gestures from time to time, thinking that he wanted me to give way, stood up, and drove the boat drifting towards the center of the lake to the shore. The man no longer shouted loudly. Closer, he shouted with his hands like horns: Hey, can you draw? To help? Only then did I know that I, a woman, was sitting in a boat to the center of the lake, motionless. The man on the motorboat thought that I was waiting for rescue and was ready to pull the boat over and help me draw the boat back, who knows that I was sailing the boat at full speed. He didn’t understand my heart as a thief. Besides worrying that they would ask me to give way, he was mainly afraid that the person on the sailing boat was the owner of the boat, that’s why I tried my best to escape. After landing, she smiled and said to the little sister that the little sister laughed regardless of the gentle style. She was also interested in it. They practiced the car for a while, and finally arrived when teacher Zhao finished the class. The little sister lifted the handbrake and hung up the gap regardless of the car was still in the garage, after loosening the clutch, he jumped off the car and dragged me to the lake. Another one was not afraid of death. However, she was much luckier than master. After more than an hour of practice, I had drawn quite smoothly. Sister, how comfortable is this? Mom always sings like a boat, and the warm wind blows gently, isn’t it? It’s just that today’s sun is warm, huh, huh? Whatever, as long as we are happy and comfortable, we can go. Let’s see the master is playing like a naughty child, pulling weeds and burning on the lakeside. As I wished, the ship leaned against the water in front of the master. God, there are black grass ashes floating around the sky and the lake. Master, this side is too dirty. If you don’t do good things, you will pollute the environment and joke with the master with a smile. Master, do you take a boat? The little sister was excited, forgetting that the master was a generous person. Once he got on the boat, could the boat still be paddled? With a smile, I scratched to the center of the lake, and was almost shocked by my junior sister. Sister, do you want me to draw down? You have been scratching for so long and tired my god. You started the boat humming, and the warm wind blew gently, which scared me out of tune. Is this the so-called backward wave pushing forward? Is one more bold than another? Someone who had never crossed the boat could unexpectedly ask for a change of helmsman in the center of the lake, which was messy. The sparrow flying in front of me was also in a mess, and the left and right flanged blankly. Looking at the excitement of the little sister, it was not easy to dispel her enthusiasm after all, so she had to slowly draw the boat to the shore and insert an anchor to make her enjoy herself. If the weather is fine tomorrow, the little sister will certainly start a boat on the Haojiang Lake. 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…

Continued statements

It’s a little abrupt to open an ending again. However, this story was staged after all, so we have to continue. Two years ago, I took another road. There were many roads in this world. Some were connections, some were partitions, some were memories, and some were forgetting. The dark night escaped from the mixed streamer in the distance. It was a difficult problem where to go and where to go. Has everything been set since the birth of the universe? What about my behavior? I am a little upset. The original one is unchanged or becomes pale in front of time and space. Is that right? Should it be like this, I knew that this meager floating night would not give me an answer, just like I asked myself countless times, but I could only wander in a strange circle. People’s involuntary consciousness often suddenly makes you realize what has been lost, but it doesn’t give you a way to recover. Maybe this is to let us understand that the past is irreversible, but what we can’t figure out all the time is just a kind hint: not all of you can understand, and trying to change may be a struggle to some extent. Many people are tired of living, perhaps not for some clear meaning but for cowardice regret in the end, finding that they have gone through a road that they cannot understand. The last generation put their hopes on the next generation, which is always like this. Therefore, people become the transitional person of history. People’s hope is not in themselves, but in the future when they entrust what they can’t see, at least, with their meager hope, they still live, which is a very strange curse, everyone is willing to accept it. Is it like this? This is another mockery without an answer. Therefore, I am still willing to walk, forgetting many meaningless noises. Even though they couldn’t escape, they were gradually willing to feel the connection between footsteps and the land, instead of the meaningless sigh. There is the sound of leaves on both sides of the tree, and the empty night is the broadness that can contain all things, joy or sorrow, drunk or awake, dream or truth, which seems to have dissipated the meaning,: there is no reason to be mad, and dreams are outsiders. It may be too far here, not only for space, but also for people. At that time, I wanted to keep walking like this, and then I forgot myself, but this was just an extravagant demand, after all, the body will be tired, and the tie will eventually be trapped. There is no real selflessness, and it is just a way to escape. Year after year, it was finally passed in chaos. The traces left by time were not like scars. We had to recall the past, which was just a kind of feeling that was hard to say when we looked back. Slight indifference; Fourth, there is no real story here, and there is no actual meaning of existence. It’s just a very natural feeling, forcing to take. The end of one thing means the beginning of another thing. If you can’t let it go, it is tangled, and even this meaning is lost. You can’t stop torturing yourself. In fact, no one can do anything and no one can escape. God is willing to see people put shackles on himself, and then painfully wants to find a way, a way that he can’t see. One by one, people self-directed and performed their own struggles, lost and died into dust. Sometimes I think that the meaning of what I do is just a reason to comfort myself. There is no eternal truth or eternal truth. I feel that my existence seems to be a reliable thing, coming, leaving, going through, chasing hard, having a bitter smile behind, it seems that the deep and heavy shadow makes me suffocated. I have seen all kinds of people, paranoid, dead, smiling and finally flashing in a hurry. They are just passers-, the impression of life is the constant denial of oneself and the doubt of value. The city built by building blocks cannot cover the real wind and rain, earplugs, and can’t escape the slander of rumors. Live cautiously, confirm that you still exist, and make helpless bitter, taste the bitter gall of your heart. I hope that the people I know can be very good. No matter what I experience, I am also fascinated by the tragedy of literature. I don’t want to perform it in reality. There is no bitter wine in a life without tragedy, wine without bitter taste is terrible, so is life without sorrow. Tiredness, long road, dim lights beside the road, moths flying under the lampshade. Striding and walking quietly, one by one, one by one, the wind flowed beside my ears. There was no coolness. I used to be dirty, and I was not picky about it. After all, I was still alive. From one end, I may not be wrong for that end, but I just don’t know where I should be. Suddenly there was an illusion that there was nothing left in a daze when a worm chirped in the grass. I felt that the long distance of that sound seemed to be the existence of forgetting. The lonely singing of the whole night is dedicated to the quiet night, with the lights resting and the boring rest. Looking back again and again, I can’t recall a complete image. More than two months ago, when Garcia Marquez passed away, the young impetuous heart would only set off the trend again. What kind of person was that, without the smell of human body, the bell of Notre Dame de Paris rang, and the bell of worship rang, the mask of hypocrisy was rigidly put on the hateful face. His ugly appearance was hidden in the darkness, and the life of his soul turned into a bell, echoing and lost. The old man said that it seemed to be true when he was old. He accepted that life and death were the last door calmly. He would recall, forget, let go and complain. This was a real person, obstacles are inevitable, and mistakes cannot be forced. Wisdom lies in that you should not take yourself too seriously or take yourself too lightly. You can go down to the dust, but who can see it then, but why do we want someone to see it? Are we wrong, losing our position, but who do you think you should be? Or just another dream. 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…

Tears nest

To tell the truth, I have a problem that is not a problem, that is, when I encounter touching stories, scenes and words, I love tears and feel a bit like a woman. Old family members often say that people who love tears have shallow tears. Maybe, I belong to that kind of person, rich in emotion, and affectionate should laugh at me, hehe. Of course, I didn’t feel anything after thinking about it carefully. I love tears, which proves that I am kind-hearted, and love tears is also the embodiment of compassion. Some people say that a man with tears is lovely. It is somewhat comforting to hear this. In today’s impetuous society, everyone is busy for fame and wealth, and there is little chance to calm down. When the wind comes and the rain goes, the expression on his face is mostly numb, we can’t say no when we cry, but we can only say little. As far as I am concerned, I am sentimental. In daily life, no matter in movies, books or other people’s stories, when you read a sentence or hear a touching scene, your heart will be shocked, and you can’t help crying. Perhaps, this comes from the resonance in the bottom of my heart, which is like a sharp sword hurting fragile nerves. Mencius said that everyone has compassion. After all, people have feelings, but some people have strong restraint ability. In my opinion, love to cry is the natural expression of true feelings, not melodramatic, not cowardice, nor affectation, not disguise, maybe touching the scene or being too soft-hearted. In those years, Bai Juyi moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. After listening to the pipa girl playing the pipa in the boat at night, who can’t help crying most in the seat? Sima, Jiangzhou, sighed with emotion that Letian was also a man of temperament. Life is like onion, peeling off one by one, and there is always one piece that will make us cry. In fact, I also know that I am very small and very ordinary. For the sake of family and life, I may not have Qu Yuan’s long sigh to cover my tears, it is difficult to grieve people’s livelihood and worry about the country and the people. It is not as silent as Su Dongpo’s caring for each other. There are only children who are like thousands of lines of tears and love each other. But sometimes when facing the touch from the bottom of the heart, the harvest of love and gratitude shed tears. There are also exceptions. I remember that the year before last, I had an operation on a small illness. When a 40-year-old man was changing gauze, tears burst out instantly. What a shame. To be honest, at that time, I really couldn’t control myself and didn’t want to cry in public. It was the pain that defeated me. Tears are soft and the most powerful. For children and women, their tears are sometimes the trump card, the prop, and the effectiveness is amazing. Indeed, tears are also a kind of language, only flowing in the heart but not on the face, which is a kind of scar; Only flowing on the face but not in the heart is a kind of happiness. Mr. Lu Xun once said that being ruthless may not be a real hero, but he would rather be a man of love and righteousness, because of love, there is human nature. In my opinion, tears are also a kind of vent. Regardless of men and women, old and young, there are grievances in heart, depression in spirit and emotional changes, which can be diluted and washed with tears. Andy Lau has a singing saying: it’s not a sin for a man to cry/taste the taste of tears after a long separation how many men’s voices have been sung. Yes, happiness, tears of joy; Sadness, tears of sadness, there must be no such embellishment as tears in life. I appreciate the poem written by the poet Ai Qing: Why do my eyes often contain tears? Because my deep love for this land is touching and thought-provoking. Oh, my tears are so shallow that I often shed tears for the happiness and sadness around me. Maybe, you will laugh at me, but men should not be laughed at for crying. As long as it is the love, the true feelings will burst out, at least it shows that he is not a insensitive person; In fact, he should laugh at those who never shed tears, not for kindness, true feelings, not for kindness, and with strength, A great person. I once joked for this wife and said to me, are you old and so fond of tears. I also began to doubt it. Two days ago, I saw a few words on the Internet: people who can be moved by others’ stories are still young. A person, only when he can be moved, worried and anxious for those who have no direct interest with him, can his heart be truly alive and young. I felt relieved after reading it, didn’t I? In this way, I am not old, but still young. Tears are shallow, so be shallow. 2015.2.1 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…

Home

The river in my hometown, the river dripping from the hillside, can not reflect the blue sky, nor a white cloud, next to the Tiancheng who gave birth to me and raised me, in Tiancheng, I have my old parents and the Chinese house they built when they were young. Now it is dilapidated. The house that fed me up has suffered too much rain, snow, wind and frost. On the Well platform of my hometown, there were flowers and plants planted by my smart little sister who died of illness. No one looked at them, and I was haggard and dying in the weeds. I was filled with sorrowful and burning smoke to commemorate. This world, and my too much loss. The path of hometown is infinitely far away. Generation after generation, with feet, step out, full of countless sweat, tears and laughter. Many familiar faces are only preserved in memory; On both sides of the path, countless tombs of them are scattered. This path is our common cradle. In the lullaby, we gave birth, and then slept for a long time. (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow vanished in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

I would like

Twilight quietly came to this land, enchanting a misty blue. The swaying shadow of the tree gradually merged with the Earth. The water in the flowing water was calm and let the boat sing late. The Two paddles made ripples layer by layer, rippling with light, the melodious flute brought a long-lost peace. The vigorous black color and the sweet fragrance of the garden are everywhere. I stood on the bridge and closed my eyes quietly. The fresh grass mixed in the air touched my heart. I lowered my head and listened to the wind whispering in my ears, as if I were telling softly, and as if I were whispering softly alone. ru yuan ru mu, plaintive, dream smoke. Meteors draw the most touching arc in the night sky. When we are still praying silently with our hands folded together, it has vanished in the dark night Interstellar. The epiphyllum bloomed in the Silent Night, which belonged to the flower we desired most. When we were still intoxicated, it had withered in the sunshine and rain. The beauty of time lies in its inevitable passing. So I can’t help feeling that time flies, life is like a dream, and there is a trace of sadness and sigh in my heart. As if I had experienced a dream, unconsciously, with the smoke of the college entrance examination gradually dispersed and everything settled down, my high school career ended like this, just like everything has already been arranged in the dark. I can’t say how perfect the full stop is, but if life is a song, then it is undoubtedly a rest. The turning of peaks and roads also blew the horn of advance for my next journey of life. People often don’t know how to cherish. After passing away, I learned to recall and know that I have changed under the description of time. And the days are always like the fine sand passing through the fingers, slipping quietly by accident. Those joys and sorrows of the past passed away gently with the waves under the washing of the fleeting years. When we tried to persuade us to stay, recalling the missing in front of us, we were as weak as a few withered leaves along the road, swaying slightly sadly under the breeze. Once the verdant also dried up the remaining mottled, turning into a never-fading Halo hidden deep in the bottom of my heart. Therefore, in the unknown future, no matter what happens, happiness or sadness, that unforgettable day, that journey with my relatives, friends and teachers hand in hand, it’s all every memory I carefully stored in my heart, and it’s all a wisp of Indigo on my memory drawing board that can never be washed, a touch of pale yellow. People without memories are sad, and life without memories is barren. The wind blew through the hair tip, waking up a sleeping memory. In those memories, there were endless joys and smiles, as well as too many pains and tears, just like every delicate performance was mixed with sad colors and joyful elements. But I suddenly found that frustration is also a fortune, and pain is also a kind of beauty. Why escape? Why take great pains to get rid of it. Although this kind of beauty has to pay a price, although it is a little cruel, it is, after all, the ornament that embellishes our lives. Without these cruel but real organic components, life would be like a dry well without vitality. Therefore, I am grateful for everything God has given me. I faced all kinds of past things calmly, no matter joy or pain. Zhuge Kongming said non-indifferent no Mingzhi, non-restful no Zhiyuan. A very leisurely attitude towards life. Yes, beauty does not need to be so much as praising Si’s smile and devoting to the country; Talent does not need to be so much as Zhang Ailing. The flashy vanished, calm and still. It seems that we are always shuttling back and forth in the dry and impatient days under the pressure of life. Every day we are looking for the true meaning of life, the slim search and the slim disappointment. In fact, many beauties cannot be arranged and rehearsed, and happiness is really a fragile luxury. Even if it is tightly held in the palm of your hand, there is still the possibility of being broken. In this way, it is better to live calmly in the present than to prepare for a rainy day. Unload the disguise behind the prosperity and return to the ligh sincerity. Listen carefully to the sound of flowers and feel the beautiful details carefully. Sink your heart, focus on every moment of life, and let every moment immerse our whole life. Every moment is enough to make the gloomy life glorious and the cold memory glittering. At that moment, the heaven and earth moved, that moment, the dream came true, and that moment was eternal. Time makes us old, and the years pass silently. Looking at the long road in the world, the precipitation is the gentleness of that day. The wind surrounded me and told me the true meaning of happiness. Gently, shallow. In the world of mortals where time flows, the world is in vain. I would like to wait for this moment and listen to the wind. 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…

Every year

It is almost an appointment, as if I am Wei Tuo, and the Epiphyllum in our family is going to bloom again. I am arrived home on Friday night, then I walked up to the balcony and saw that my two Epiphyllum were already full of flower buds. They seemed to have gained enough strength. In my opinion, maybe tomorrow night, if it is too late, it should not be more than the night of the day after tomorrow, that is, Sunday night, they will compete with each other and show their beauty. On Sunday night, I must still be at home. Therefore, epiphyllum is waiting for me, and I am also waiting for Epiphyllum. It seems that there is always an agreement in this life that I plant them and they are open to me. 2. On weekend morning, I went to the balcony again. I have two Epiphyllum. The old epiphyllum is full of flower buds. Its U-shaped upward curved flower buds are between slender branches and leaves, like a group of birds with heads and necks bent, looking up at the distance, looking for their enthusiasm. The old epiphyllum did save enough energy and wanted to show it to me. I counted it carefully, and there were 12 flower buds in total. However, the new epiphyllum is obviously less, and only three flower buds are born pitifully. My wife was washing clothes. I counted the epiphyllum and said, “tonight, should the epiphyllum Bloom? My wife turned around and looked at the skill of hanging flower buds and said: it should be tomorrow night! I didn’t argue with her, this is our speculation. We have no right to decide when the flowers will bloom. So, I didn’t say anything, just counting those flower buds over and over again, for fear of losing one. Moreover, I have been thinking that this epiphyllum will open for me. For years, it has always been open for me when I go home. In the afternoon, there was a fierce storm, which seemed to be full of Thunder and fierce! This is also the most mighty thunderstorm I have ever seen when this summer comes. I was a little worried that the epiphyllum on the balcony would be damaged, but after the rain stopped, the epiphyllum was not damaged at all. The flower buds like flamingo heads and necks hung bit by bit crystal clear rain beads, just like the beauty who just cried, it is more lovely. The flowers and leaves after the rain, washed the old past, make them look more charming green. But will the epiphyllum Bloom tonight? Listen to the dribs and drabs of rain on the eaves. I am not in a hurry, but just looking forward to it, because I believe that even if the epiphyllum does not bloom tonight, I still have one night tomorrow! I believe that at the latest tomorrow night, my epiphyllum will open up for me. Nevertheless, after more than nine o’clock in the evening, I went in and out of the balcony again and again, longing for my epiphyllum to open for me tonight. However, the epiphyllum is still the same, and the drizzle after the thunderstorm is still falling bit by bit. I can’t describe my mood at that time. It was a kind of eagerness, or I was worried that the epiphyllum would pass me by; On the night before I went home, I predicted that the epiphyllum would bloom these two days, but after one day, the epiphyllum remained calm! It seems that I am a little worried that the flower will not open as scheduled. The sound of expecting the flower to bloom is mostly with an expected expectation. The weather is cool after rain, and the air is also good. The light flickered while the epiphyllum was still waiting for the expectation and loneliness quietly. For thousands of years, no matter whether anyone appreciates it or not, it has been stubborn and sticking to that innocence and beauty. 3. On Sunday evening, my brother called me and said he would come and sit for a while at night, so I told him: Tonight, the Epiphyllum in our house will bloom, I asked him to bring his wife here, saying that we would drink together to enjoy Epiphyllum. I am so confident that I was so confident that I didn’t consider the consequences of speaking! At about eight o’clock late, my brother and my wife came together. I asked my wife to take care of some wine and vegetables, and brought out a pot of old yellow wine brewed by her family. Several people chatted, drinking and chatting, waiting for the epiphyllum to bloom. However, from more than eight o’clock in the evening to ten o’clock in the midnight, the epiphyllum still showed no sign of opening. At this time, I am was totally disappointed and told a big lie in front of my brother. Outside, it was raining. Dribs and drabs of rain hit the thin Tin House, and there was a mess. My brother and I walked out of the balcony. Even if the epiphyllum didn’t bloom tonight, we should also witness the charm of flower buds and let friends enjoy the charm like the flamingo head and neck. Yes, although the epiphyllum could not be seen to bloom, the brothers and couples still liked the epiphyllum buds which were curved like flamingo’s head and neck, pointed at the buds and praised them, and said, if the flowers bloom, certainly very good-looking. On the road, the street lamp was yellowish yellow. Under the light, the filigree of rain flickered like silver, falling down from the height, like a dream. Almost in the windy night of May and June, epiphyllum opened like this. But this year, I waited for three nights, and the epiphyllum still didn’t bloom. I have to say that I am so disappointed. The brothers and couples are in high spirits! Maybe few of them have seen epiphyllum, or maybe they have a little wine. They pointed at them and praised them from time to time. But I am a little lonely. I don’t know whether their praise is out of courtesy comfort or sincere praise. In short, I can be satisfied if I can see the flower buds of epiphyllum! We continued to drink until we were a little tipsy. The brothers and couples didn’t stand up and say goodbye. After my wife and I took them out of the door, we watched their back disappear slowly under the street lamp, then we went upstairs together. On the balcony, looking at the quiet epiphyllum buds in the rain, my heart was always unwilling. My wife said: It seems that this epiphyllum will not bloom until tomorrow night! I sighed lightly and stopped talking! I know that tomorrow morning, I have to go to work again. According to common sense, I have to wait until Friday night to go home. During this period, I am lived in Quanzhou. Even, there is another embarrassing thing, that is, my article has been written since Friday night. I wrote it intermittently on Sunday, just like a diary, it records my true feelings with Epiphyllum. Now, I don’t know how to end. Or, I can only delete it, because from Friday to Sunday, I always hold a firm belief, but the epiphyllum does not bloom. To be honest, I felt a little weird. Years of experience told me that my prediction of epiphyllum was almost sure. But this time, it happened that it was the perfect one that made me feel disappointed and embarrassed. Could it be that epiphyllum was joking with me intentionally? It was a pity to wear it, I went into the room and closed the door. I have to rest. I have to get up early tomorrow to go to Quanzhou to work. 4. On Monday morning, I am go to work with disappointment. The epiphyllum is not open, so I have written half of the articles, but it is gone. In particular, that sentence was almost an appointment, as if I were Wei Tuo and I felt a little abandoned. I knew that epiphyllum would bloom, but it was not in the time I wanted! I can’t write a deceptive ending in a prose, because I believe that prose is not a novel and should not be integrated into a fictional story. I felt inexplicable distress for the breach of appointment of Epiphyllum. This was the worst result since I planted this Epiphyllum. I waited for three nights, but the Flower did not bloom. But I have to go to work. I have to forget about epiphyllum for the time being. QQ is always open. At this time, I received a notice from the Writers Association: I am sure there will be a gathering activity tomorrow, that is, Tuesday. If so, I have to take a day off tomorrow, then I have to go home on Monday night! That is to say, I can see my epiphyllum open when I go home on Monday night. I decided to write an application form immediately. After submitting it, I waited for work at six o’clock. It was already dusk when I got home. After getting off the bus, I went straight to the balcony. I was surprised to find that the epiphyllum I was looking forward to had already raised my smiling face eagerly. This phenomenon is rarely seen by me. This is a flowering period that is enduring for a long time but can’t bloom. Everything has reached the limit, and everything has reached the unbearable level. Tonight, epiphyllum must bloom. What made me more delighted was that this article of mine finally had the best ending. I really embraced the epiphyllum and met again! After dinner, I sat down and turned on the computer. I felt it necessary to continue writing this article. I knocked the keyboard with my hand, thinking about the epiphyllum outside. At nine o’clock, a faint scent came. My wife said: Tan Hua is blooming! The faint fragrance spread to the room through the balcony window. Pushing the door open, a burst of fragrance mixed with fresh air rushed towards me. Under the light street lamp, clusters of white light came into my eyes, and the epiphyllum blossomed unexpectedly. I turned on the light on the balcony, and let all the flowers as white as snow, as thin as cicada wings; The breeze came slowly, trembling gently; Its fragrance was elegant, lasting for a long time. I watched carefully, looking for the best angle to press the shutter. The little poetic words, the delicate and tender feelings; The graceful appearance, the desire to say, made me enchanted, as if leaning against an affectionate lover! I passed the photo to my friend, and she said: you are a man who can understand the flower language! Yes, when a flower opens slowly in front of my eyes, I am can hear its sound. I can feel the trembling of the flower beard and column in the air. I can feel that my heart vibrates with the flower heart. We breathe the most harmonious air together, because of the flowers? Or because you? Is epiphyllum? Or Wei Tuo? At this time, the air was quiet, the temperature was cool but not hot and dry, the epiphyllum was opening quietly, and I was watching quietly. In summer nights, rainy seasons, and quiet places, we avoid all restlessness and drive quietly. 5. My brother really doesn’t have this fate, so he can’t see the Epiphyllum in our house open! But I was destined. Although I waited for four nights, I finally saw our epiphyllum blooming. Some things are really beautiful and have expectations. But it is a little beautiful, but it is inconvenient to share with others. The epiphyllum blooms quietly at night because they never show off to others. They are not intimate friends and friends. Even if they meet each other, they just pass. It is also a beautiful thing, and we must share it with it with the same piety! In this year and year, my flowers bloom and thank, thank and thank, but how many people can share with them? Only me! There are only two kinds of people: one is a flower-cultivating person, and the other is a flower-loving person! 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…

Green hand

As the saying goes, raw hands are afraid of being proficient, skilled hands are afraid of Masters, and Masters are afraid of losing. Birth is the foundation of maturity, and where can maturity come without birth? Therefore, it is not terrible to give birth to a child, not to study, not to work hard, and not to work hard. As long as you learn and work hard, you can be mature. A young hand is like a newborn calf, not afraid of Tiger or death. Anyway unfamiliar, is learning experience, afraid? What a terrible? If you don’t fail to practice, when will you learn? Therefore, I am not afraid of success, failure or failure. The raw hand thinks that it is the most important thing that the raw hand is not afraid of shame. Anyway, I don’t know, I’m not familiar with it, who do I lose? Nobody, no seniority, no one knows, even if it is shameful, no one knows you, I don’t know who you are. What a shame is. I put my face on a slightly red face and it passed away. Even if you know your face, you don’t know who you are and who you are under. If you have no way and no way, you are lucky to win a trick. It is a dead mouse hitting a blind cat; even if you are defeated, it is inevitable. If you are not good at learning, you will show your ugliness. No need to take responsibility, no need to be proud, no need to look at your face, I am Who am I afraid of when I give a new hand? I was not afraid of anyone, even if the god came, my head would fall off but a big scar. After two or ten years, I was a hero again. Young men are young men who have rough skin, strong bones and muscles, and can withstand the beating. The number of beats is the inevitable process of becoming a skilled person. Therefore, it is normal to give birth to raw hands, sometimes bleeding all over the face, sometimes broken meat, Do not worry. I am not afraid of my new hand. Who worries about him? When you are old, it is not suitable for you to be a new hand. At least, people over 30 or 40 years old should be proficient in a skill, not a new hand. Of course, the flow of Jiang Ziya was another matter. That was mind skill. Ordinary young people couldn’t learn it, so they should learn fists first. However, being proficient is different. It was not easy to master a skill. It was three-volt, three-ninth, sweating and bleeding, suffering from hardship, pouring chamber pots, washing chopsticks, eating coarse food, drinking cold water, no salary, and survived for three years. Master Yexu carried the disciples of the church, and the old saying of master starved to death was not released. He would leave his back hands to pass on, so as to prevent those who were disloyal and unfilial. You said how hard it is to be a familiar person. If it doesn’t work, steal it. Stealing, afraid of being found, was afraid of treading on thin ice, stealing three tricks and two types, still don’t know whether it is right or wrong, even more afraid of shame. It is taught by the master to do the right thing, but it is not skillful to do the wrong thing. And of course popular words, practice makes perfect. There is only one trick to learn art: dancing a rolling pin, which can help the master solve difficulties and get rid of disasters, while those lovers make people ashamed. Qiao come from? Practice which. Not one time, not ten times; Not ten times, Hundreds of times; Practice by death, stupid practice, practice thoroughly, back-to-back like a stream, there is no way to win, the so-called meeting is not difficult but not difficult, it is kung fu. Kung fu is not blown, and trains are not pushed. Maturity comes from the place of birth. Maturity comes from hard learning, hard training, hard work and suffering. Pies will not fall from the sky. If you work hard, you will taste delicious and spicy. I feel happy when I am familiar with it, and when I am familiar with it, I will have a job. Familiar, is the ability. However, being familiar is not everything. Being familiar is afraid of bragging, being free of scruple, being arrogant and boasting. Familiar, I am the first in the world, and I am invincible! As everyone knows, there are people outside the world, and there are people outside the world. Strong people have their own advantages. They think that being strong is not strong, while others admit that being strong is strong. If you regard yourself as a strong hand, you can punch Nanshan Tiger and kick Beihai Dragon, then you can run across the world, Swordsman, wrong! Remember, master, master does not show up, that is the strong enemy. Master, is a good killer. No matter how familiar you are, can you be higher than the sky? Even if the master does not take the hand, then the new hand will let you drink a pot. You can’t figure out the way, do not understand the moves, and do not know the details. At that time, he would be in a hurry or be knocked down. Ripe and how? Although, after a few moves, I will understand that I have lost the first hand passively, and I am not familiar with it, so I am in a mess. Even if it is a late attack and face recovery, it is also a shame. The bragging words cannot be taken back. It is embarrassing and embarrassing. How can we take shelter on the rivers and lakes? Master, bu lu gui jiao, bu jin bu fa. Don’t show off, feel humble and self-grazing. Of course, the master is of course the master with rich experience and exquisite skills. Hidden, probably a master class patent. The master came all the way from being familiar with the raw hand, licking blood on the tip of the knife, and flaking out in the disorderly war. After countless battles, the reputation rose. Generally speaking, a master will not easily make a shot, and he must hit it. Although the master has superb skills, he is not old enough to forgive others. Therefore, there must be many disciples of the master. Among them, blue is not better than blue, but there are many outstanding people. These people showed up and became famous, enjoying the reputation of Masters. There is halo on the top and pride on the bottom. Walking in the arena must be called: I am a disciple of so-and-so, and there is no lack of pride. After all, it was handed down by himself, so every time there was a challenger, the disciple must be the first. The eldest brother couldn’t do it. The second child went on, the second child failed, and the third child went on again. Anyway, the wheel battle made him tired. There was no reason to win. No matter how bad, regardless of the rules, let’s go together, Keeping your hands and face is important. If the disciple was weak, he had to let the veteran go. The disciple had to invite the master to show up, which was really helpless. Perhaps, it is unknown that the master has two apprentices, one of the top three, but he is old after all; Although he is skillful, his bones and muscles have rusted after all. So, easily, the veteran will not go out. If the veteran had to go out, it was a great place. It was not enough to maintain the dignity of the master, the reputation of the master, and of course the prestige of the master. It is of such great significance, how can it be pulled up? Risk your life and fight! Master, not Superman, has its own weakness. Its weakness is that it is afraid of losing. It was a shame to fail, so I lost my reputation. Therefore, why the master will make the right decision at the right time: Wash your hands. I don’t want to play anymore. Who would like to play? I won’t accompany you. Bye. Right and wrong, fame and wealth, all go to his mother. I washed my hands in vain, and there was no such master in the arena, and there was no place for me in the shameful world. Hands a beat, worry from now on. Such a master is so high. Some masters do not make moves easily. They are not skillful but dare not make moves. They are afraid that if they fail, they will be doomed forever. If you don’t make moves, you won’t lose. If you don’t lose, you won’t lose. Your reputation is still there. Masters are rare, not everyone can become masters. Just like millions of examinees, the Number One Scholar is nothing but erer. Master is lonely. It is not that the master is not flattered, but that the master is lonely in his heart. The master is lonely and cannot be understood by others. Only you know the pain of a master. It is certainly painful for a master to have no enemy, and if a master fails, it is even more indescribable pain. Masters will not easily compete, that is not what masters do. The master will not challenge at will, let alone make moves for no reason. One of the reasons why a master becomes a master is to maintain a sense of mystery. Mysterious, making opponents afraid. I don’t know much about the master, and it’s impossible to think about the loopholes of the master. The legend of jianghu is only for reference. And the latest trend is the research focus. Unfortunately, the master is high, it seems to be retired, People can’t see and find it, and this is the talent of Masters. Therefore, the master was silent, living in seclusion, not hyping, and not afraid of being forgotten. This move is for dignity and honor. A master’s failure is fatal. Masters maintain a perfect image in people’s minds, mysterious and sacred. How can a master fail? A master cannot fail. The status of a master cannot be shaken. A master is the God in the heart of the world. Who can shake the status of God? The master knows that God does not exist. Masters have weaknesses, loopholes, failures, aging, and death. It is easy for a master not to sell, because of one word: fear. Fear of losing is the weakness of the Master’s heart. People think highly of themselves, how can they fail? Although it was occasional to fail, it was the collapse of the image of a famous person. Experts can be reckless? The high master comes from fear. Funny or not? Because I was afraid, I didn’t sell it. Therefore, always stand on the commanding height of victory, always be superior to others, and always become the master in the hearts of the world. In fact, the master has the desire of seeking defeat alone, and also has the fear of losing his hand; He has the ambition of adding beauty to himself, and also has the fear of losing his reputation. Masters can fight, and they can give up. But a master can’t lose, a master can’t afford to lose. The master knew that what he was afraid of was not a familiar hand, but a green hand. It is not its strength or skill, but the lethality and courage of being afraid of death. This corresponds to the folk joke: The wall is afraid of rats, the rats are afraid of cats, the cats are afraid of Tigers, the Tigers are afraid of elephants, and the elephants are afraid of rats. The law of fear goes round and round. The law of nature is survival of the fittest. Whether it is natural, historical or Jianghu, the rule of coming from behind will not change. If the waves behind the Yangtze River push forward, the Masters may be pushed down on the beach. This is helpless and inevitable. Because the skilled and raw hands are growing, expanding and eyeing, the despised eyes are swept to the arena, looking down upon the heroes and being proud of the world, and the new Arena begins a new round of reshuffle. 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…

Starlight

If you walk around the city of Suzhou, the weather gets cold and there are fewer pedestrians on the road, you will think of the words like “a person’s night. Now Suzhou is more lonely than a big city. I think that lyrics are more than fireworks in a big city, but the ending of that movie is not bad, faye Wong and Dawn were together in the high-rise building of that big city, watching the night of the falling stars. Have you heard that the movie “single men and women 2” was also shot in Suzhou? Will Gu Tianle hang the banner of courtship on the road of cadre general? Is Suzhou a big city? If not, it is not the love of big cities. I have thought it over. If I can write this article of Suzhou, I will change it into a novel “The Night of Suzhou falling by Starlight”. It is a love story about the two people in Suzhou who are brightly lit on the road of cadres, with the warm temperature of Suzhou city. I’m going back. I’m in a corner of the bus. I don’t want anyone to disturb me, nor do I want to disturb others. I just want to be quiet, and don’t ask me who is quiet. In fact, every bus ride is quite poetic. If it is not so crowded, you can watch the scenery on the bus go backwards and the lights on the roadside are falling down constantly. It is very beautiful. You can watch the car move forward, walking along the car is like life. I don’t know where to go. No wonder so many movies are shot on the bus. Will she wave to you on the roadside? Does she want to persuade you to stay? I like to express my poetry in words on the bus. Only I wrote “looking for that person” on the bus in Suzhou. She is a girl who asks you to stay at the night when the lights fall down, have you ever heard of someone else’s writing? I am looking for her in this city, just make an advertisement in SU Bar, look for her in SU bar, I will make an advertisement in Suzhou, look for you in Suzhou, the girl waving behind the car, so I can’t tell the reality from the movie. In fact, life is a movie, and it is more real. Therefore, writing words on the bus is just acting in your own movie. Good writing can also become a classic, which can save a lot of advertisements. Will you wave to me? In the night when starlight falls. 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…

Laoshan

I rode a bicycle to the old mountain for a while. I met a girl walking alone in the Peach Blossom Pool and asked me how to get out of the mountain and take a bus? There is a driving school deep in the old mountain. She came out of the driving school. I was a little surprised: I said it would take an hour to walk out of the mountain. It was along the mountain road and there was no bus. I had to walk another hour to get near the county seat. Seeing that she was in a dilemma, so helpless, a weak woman who didn’t know the way, the weather was hot and so far away, how could she get there? If you ignore it, it is really cruel. I thought for a while, or said: Do you want me to take you a ride? She agreed reluctantly. I took her riding and walking all the way, knowing that she was a college student from other places. We went down a hillside, climbed over another hillside, passed through the mirror water in the ring Hall, and went out of the mountain. Through the road along the mountain, I went on a tree-lined path again. When going uphill, I went down to implement it again. After walking for a while, I looked back and found that there was no one left. I went back to look for her and saw her hiding at the roadside. I asked her and shook her hands. She didn’t leave. Maybe she walked too far, the path was secluded and the trees were dense, which caused her anxiety. I couldn’t say much, so I asked again: will I leave if you don’t leave? Seeing that she hadn’t left, I hesitated for a moment and rode away by myself, but it also left me some worries and inner anxiety. I am thinking about this matter: Although it is a society with a crisis of trust now, it falls on me, which shows that I also have something distrusting, which is no different from ordinary people. I’m ashamed. If he is a real Buddhist, and his whole body is full of a kind of positive energy, his energy can affect and even change the surrounding environment, it will bring a pure, peaceful and noble place to the people around. How can we doubt this person? This is the power of this energy field. Past speak foguangpuzhao, propriety Yuanming. Obviously, I am far away from this realm. 2013-04-15 like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Flowers

For a long time, the favorite word is Nalan rongruo’s life. If it is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan? If life is just like the first sight, what a good picture it should be, the warmth at the first sight, it is always fixed on the canvas of memory. What the ending of the autumn wind sad painting fan leaves to everyone is how much Miss and helplessness. There are two flowers in bloom. It is just good at first sight. How good it would be if it was just like the first sight. Too many encounters are as gorgeous and ethereal as fireworks. The encounters with some people are like meteors. The gorgeous sparks burst out in an instant, but they are destined to just pass by in a hurry. Some people say that everyone is a passer-by, and everyone is everyone’s miss. Traveler hurry, truth memorable. Life is like a train, on which there are always all kinds of people shuttling back and forth. There will always be many destined people, but when the car stops, there will always be people going up and down from the train of life. Some people say that the stop is for the next reunion. However, many encounters never have the chance to meet again. When you turn around and wave, you are destined to be forever. Farewell forever, separation forever, lost forever. The scenes, like sketches, were imprinted in the lush years. But time is broken, and it is run over by age repeatedly. Those warm dribs and drabs are like a flash in the pan, gradually dying in memory and gradually disappearing. It’s just that the lost scenery gives off Halo, which becomes deeper with the growth of palm lines. When we meet, our mood is like white clouds fluttering; When we have it, our hearts are like rain and dew falling; If we miss it, our hearts are raging like quicksand. Looking back, the feeling is as clear as blue and quiet night. The Misty encounter of fireworks, the gorgeous beginning. The Misty encounter of fireworks and the sad ending. The Misty encounter of fireworks, the bright sadness. The Misty encounter of fireworks, the short halo. The Misty encounter of fireworks, the forever missing. Lin Huiyin said: Finally, I understand that there are some roads that can only be walked by one person. Those who invite good peers will accompany the rainy season and walk through the years together, but one day they will eventually separate at a certain intersection. Walking alone in the world of mortals, the Green rose brushed across the shirt, the green clouds wet the promise, the mountain and the water could look at each other, and the sun and the moon could have nothing to do with each other. At that time, there was only one person’s floating life and happiness, and one person’s flowing water. Zhang Ailing said: sometimes, some people have already left without saying goodbye; Sometimes, some things are understood without saying goodbye; Sometimes, some roads will become longer if they don’t go. Always looking at the former space in a daze, those who said whether to separate or not are gone. Familiar, quiet, quiet, left, left, strange, strange, disappeared, disappeared, stranger. You are still you, I am still me, the same strange. Kimi said, in life, there are people leaving or entering constantly, so what they see is invisible; What they remember is forgotten. In life, there are constantly gains and losses, so the invisible see; The forgotten remember. There are always many coincidences in life, and two parallel lines may also meet one day. There are always many accidents in life, and the kite in hand will suddenly break the thread. In that year, I said in a hurry: some people missed it and could never go back to the past; Even if some people met it, they would never be together, which was a deep-rooted pain! There are too many helplessness in the reality. No one knows when they will be separated forever, leaving only sadness. To the youth, he said: What you get is happiness, not life. However, when you were young, how could you believe in the destiny that you could not get. The daffodils wanted to go to carp, and there were many tears in the Lotus red overnight. We should learn to cherish the touch in our heart and the moments when we look back and smile. Luoluo said: I occasionally think of it. I think of some people that I once met, may not meet again, or even never be seen. Monsoon transits likely. Wake up in the midnight, memory fragrance. Who have you ever met? With missing, through the long winter, embrace the blooming spring flowers. If you don’t remember the voice, is it youth and we capture the shadow and the wind. Those warm and beautiful things in life. We are in love together. When spring comes, who picks up the story of memory gently? I am afraid of losing the beauty of that moment. Silently miss those who once brought me warmth and touch. Although I left, I still appreciate it. Although I am strange, I still miss it. I remember what I once inspired and remember your warmth when I accompanied you. Whether it has passed or not, whether it will come or not. Maybe it will fade away or alienate, but it should never be forgotten. The beauty that once stayed in our hearts like butterflies and the warmth that used to bloom like flowers in our memory let us count the palm prints of time and miss them slowly. 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. 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