You is

If words are like sheep, you are a shepherd. Blue sky and white clouds, you will graze your beloved sheep on the vast grassland. Sheep are flowing like clouds. Your thoughts travel in the blue sky with floating clouds. All the troubles in the world are poured into the sky, turning into the realm of harmony between man and nature. You waved your pen like a sheep whip, driving the words like a strategical General. At a moment, thousands of troops rushed to kill the enemy array, shocking the world and crying ghosts and gods. There were millions of soldiers in your heart, shaking clothes and thousands of posts, and thousands of miles from. Men symbol of war, gas swallowing Wanli as Tigers; Writing hearty, like Yellow River water to the sky, running river dao hai beginning fu hui. When chanting poems with fierce strength, it is as straight as a sword to come out of the sheath. It is so fierce that one man can block the pass, and the writing is like a roll of thousands of troops. One day can not be detained, and the ground can not be closed;, the legendary swordsman, how delightful! yue bai feng qing, almost midnight, grazing sheep no moment peace. You immerse yourself in the remote thoughts of the ancient times, clean up the floating clouds outside that day, dip in the moonlight outside the window, and some all-powerful heroic spirit, try horses in the spring of ochre mountain, and talk about soldiers in the night of Jinghu Lake. You can also pick the lamp and watch the sword when you are drunk, or you can write straight books by Hupan. Have you ever remembered that the Autumn Moon visited the chicken Sound Cottage shop, and the winter is near Huaibei people’s traces Banqiao Frost? I also went to the poor place, sitting and watching the clouds rising. Moon in the day, autumn frost like snow, pen bottom spring caged, apricot flowers, spring rain time is right. What to say is that the red sleeves add fragrance, pour the light and sing carefully, and the little red blows the flute and I sing; And when a pot of turbid wine meets happily, there are many things in ancient and modern times, which are all talked with laughter. Long-lost, how many children’s deep-rooted thoughts caused by the arrogant Cao Mengde and the powerful man who started a horse? Long lost, the prodigal Liu Yong’s lyrics, people say that there is a well must sing Liu’s words, but in the materialistic sun and moon, how many scholars lost their backbone, it is really embarrassing. The night was deep, and people were Sleepless. You were still intoxicated with the boldness of Tang Poetry and Song poetry when the Han Dynasty was drinking. Listen to the big rivers go east, and the waves are all the romantic figures; When the pen is broken, the wind and rain are shocked, and the poems become ghosts and gods. You always believe that if you go out with laughter, are we Penghao people in our generation? Destiny doomed you to be a lonely shepherd, and you can only exile your soul with loneliness. Even if you stay at night in the wind, you will not change your original intention even if it is ice and snow; Even if you are wandering from place to place, you will still stick to your faith without turning back. Even if the sky is gray and the night is boundless, you are still a Faithful Shepherd. The wind is blowing and the world is cold. Where is your spiritual home? Thinking of the long life of heaven and earth, I wept alone! How many people can understand the boundless grief and indignation? Month West Wing, good penmanship, just to wisdom illuminate life, bu qiu wen, impunity fame, wealth in you are clouds. At night, the only one accompanying you is the genie with Chinese characters; Have you ever sleepwalked for five thousand years, with a vertical and horizontal length of eight thousand miles? Shoot all the railings, sing to wine, and take a new word as wine, and drink a cup of wine from the ancient sage. Li Shixian, Su bachelor, Xin swordsman, this scene of heart, this situation, this situation, why not float a big white? Everything is drunk. I am drunk alone. I will not relax with the sheep whip in my hand. Tomorrow, I will reorganize the old mountains and rivers and put the lovely sheep in the sky! 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…

Warm

My favorite place in the small town is Junan Xinhua Bookstore. Sometimes it takes a long time to stay. No matter whether you buy books or not, if you pass by here, you will go in and go around consciously or unconsciously. I like the light fragrance of books and the thick atmosphere of knowledge. Just turn over a book casually and write articles in a good way, which is beneficial to increase knowledge. There are a lot of readers in the bookstore on Sundays and fake festivals, and the bookshelves are crowded with people who read books. People who usually have no time to enter the bookstore and like reading very much sometimes spend all day here. When reading for a long time, it is hard to avoid fatigue. Some people don’t obey the requirement that they are not allowed to sit and read books, regardless of whether they sit on the platform in front of the bookshelf. There are also some people who feel tired even though they are not sitting on the platform, but they stick to the bookshelf tightly. They read with relish, but it influenced other readers to find their favorite books. Although the staff of the bookstore have repeatedly kindly reminded, the effect is not ideal. Although I like reading, it is not a special reason. I try to avoid weekends when I go to the bookstore. One day not long ago, when I walked into the bookstore, I found there were many small benches in the middle of the row of bookshelves. At the beginning, I thought it was the staff of the bookstore who sat while sorting out books, so it didn’t attract much attention. Later, when I came to Shu Cheng again, I found that the small stool hadn’t been removed. Some readers sat on the small stool reading comfortably in places that didn’t affect others’ searching for books. Only then did I understand: this is a stool specially prepared for readers by the bookstore. The faint warmth came to my face and my heart was warm. I am excited for the operator of the bookstore. Although the bookstore allows readers to read books here for free, it is a place selling books after all, not a public welfare library, and the operators still need to consider the economic benefits. Although the stool is small and doesn’t cost much, it reflects the valuable quality of book store operators. The operators of the bookstore change their thinking and think for the customers. Not only pay attention to economic benefits, but also pay attention to improving the spiritual quality of customers. Now the uncivilized phenomenon of people studying in the bookstore has disappeared, and it is much more convenient for people looking for books. Books are the ladder of human progress. The operators of bookstores do not just stick them on the pillars, but on the hearts of them and customers. Looking at this small stool, I thought of a sentence of Mencius: taking Taishan to surpass the North Sea, I was told that I couldn’t, but I couldn’t. Folding branches for the elders, saying that I can’t, is not for or not. The small bench is just the work of folding branches. The operators of the bookstore do not do anything because of their kindness, which is convenient for readers, creates a good reading atmosphere and improves their management level, the small bench is the brand of the bookstore. The small bench contains great love. The small stool makes this scholarly place more warm, lovely and valuable. 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…

When

The plot of people’s nostalgia is always like a string, which is stirred by the fingertips of feelings and memories for a long time. Those fragments that were thought to be forgotten and polished away by time instantly rolled into waves and surging into seas in their minds because of a sentence or an object. The midnight is the most vulnerable moment for people, and they think the most. Therefore, the graffiti book used to be the best excuse for affectation. Those heroic aspirations, unreconciled feelings and vaguely buried fears that were written down in senior three are now recovering with a little sadness, emotion and some nostalgia. We have all experienced senior three and spent this complicated vocabulary with many unknown emotions. I have seen the city at four o’clock in the morning; I have seen the playground filled with fog or cold air; I have seen the moon hanging in the sky in the morning, not to prove how diligent I am, but not to earn face, it’s just a simple unreconciled thing, because we finally found something we had to do. We are used to calling this emotion obsession. At that time, many people suddenly became enlightened, and people nearby said that the child was finally sensible and willing to work hard! But this is not the case. People will always encounter one thing as an opportunity, which makes you very different from before in some aspects. No matter whether you have achieved what you expected before, you will always thank you for having such a person or thing that makes you become such a beautiful person. However, the pressure that almost drives us crazy will slowly shrink after reaching its peak, and finally become an energy ball that condenses the horrible power and annihilates into a piece of smoke in the final battlefield. In every identical morning of senior three, I was inexplicably distracted after holding the book and looking up at the deserted playground. The playground is full of children of lower grades. They can be carefree, but we can’t. If we don’t drown ourselves in books, we will drown ourselves in the despair which is almost collapsed. What I often say to myself in every night that I can’t keep going is that no matter how tolerant you are, you are lyc and nothing can beat you down. Countless days and nights, with obsession and stubbornness, I was willing to gnash my teeth and endure it. I never regretted it. I finally failed to reach the standard of my goal, but I haven’t given up yet. Because I am too obsessed and never really disappointed with myself. The senior three I once rejected and the college entrance examination approaching step by step, but finally left me bit by bit with the river of time. Now I look at the children who struggled in the bitter sea of senior three just like me at the beginning. They don’t hold the mentality of watching the scene of bustle, don’t feel sympathy, but are moved. This is a very strange feeling, but I am really moved. Moved by their resemblance with me; Moved by their unwillingness to indulge in this gloomy swamp; Moved by their struggle for obsession. I dare not say that they all have dreams, but at least, they must have a dream. Later, when I clicked “my sky” in KTV, I would shed tears without any reason. After a long time, I knew that when the obsession was branded in my heart, it became unabandoned and moved. 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…

I

Last night, he was still quiet. He just met someone he once liked. He didn’t change. The only thing he became was vicissitudes. I didn’t ask him whether he had a girlfriend or not, because I didn’t want to ask, but just smiled. As for the past love, with your firm no longer exists, the past love, now silence, everything you have nothing to do with me. Autumn is coming, the breeze is cool, and the heart is also cool. The sunshine is still the same, but there is no hot summer. I kept my initial silence and didn’t want to pay attention to everything about love. The rainstorm was no longer coming, and the Sky said goodbye to the blue sky of summer. Tears choked, walking alone. I am still me, with yellow and boring hair and scars in my tattoo. Wearing it is exaggerated, no, it is just fashion. But there was a little smile and indifference in the face. Some people say that if you dress like this, people will dislike you. I smiled calmly and didn’t like it if I didn’t like it. I didn’t live to please others. Chongqing in September seemed so tired. The number of hawkers on the street is gradually decreasing. Students along the road also entered the school obediently. I still became a tireless writer at midnight, writing the love, hate and hatred of feelings in the world of mortals. Listening to a person’s loneliness repeatedly, he looks out of the window from time to time in a daze. There is no love or hate, and the most is to sigh a person’s fate. Whose fingertips are lonely in the quiet keyboard. Coffee and Cigarettes became my comfort. The Sad Love Song in the sound has lost its former love. At every crossing the wind passed, the sound of the piano echoed in the quiet room in September. Near the river, the leaves drift along the wind to the river. Floating Yang, reluctant to leave. Wake up in the morning and open your tired eyes. Looking back to the road when I came, I was just a very simple child at that time. The branches seemed to extend to the horizon, holding up the heavy white clouds. I waited patiently for the harvest in autumn, but I had nothing. Because I forgot to sow my boyfriend in spring, I never got a good result. Some people say that if you don’t change your dress, many men will dislike it. Ha ha, why do I change myself easily because of others’ words. The world is so big, do I still worry about losing a man who doesn’t like me? Right and wrong, everyone has different opinions. That’s me. No matter what you say, what I have decided will not change easily. How much praise a person can bear, also how much slander he has to bear. Why care about others’ eyes? Everyone’s values are different. A person’s walking, a person’s loneliness, a person’s telling. As the autumn drew to a close, the host who was criticized got rid of the bondage. In this season, I became the brightest sunshine in winter. 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…

Factories

Lily flowers bloom in summer. Thanks for the spring flowers, the summer flowers bloom. However, the elegant figure of those two lilies during the Spring Festival still flickers in my memory. Before the Spring Festival, the festive atmosphere of the festival is getting stronger and stronger. Colleagues brought a bunch of lily flowers with buds and asked everyone if they wanted them. I was totally unintentional, just carrying two pieces curiously and funnily. One pink and one pink. I bought three thick green rich bamboos and found a glass bottle to insert. Studio southeast. Put the glass bottle on the floor under the window, and there is no need to take care of it. The busyness before the festival seems to be for better leisure during the festival. Do things anxiously. Before the year of the unit, there were awards, condolence activities, purchases of new year items, cleaning of home and office hygiene, and counting the number of new year greetings during the festival. In the uninterrupted busy trifles, I occasionally look back at Lily. I was a little surprised to find that the tightly wrapped petals were gradually and quietly opened, and the slender and long buds became a little round. On the morning of New Year’s Eve, as the door was opened, a faint fragrance came, Wisp, if continued, if broken. The white lily completely bloomed. In the warm winter sun, on the long flower pole, among the green leaves, four pink petals surrounded the yellowish brown stamens with an elegant smile. The flowers are plump and generous, and the petals are pure and flawless. The flowers are pretty and elegant. In such a crude place, with a little sunshine and a little temperature, she unexpectedly opened up, which was so beautiful. Colleagues were attracted by flowers and fragrance, and all came to appreciate them surprisingly. Work overtime for three days during the Spring Festival. Lily changes one day. The White Lily is getting bigger and bigger. No spots can be seen on the white petals. Bathing in the warm sunshine in the room is like a graceful fairy, Noble, elegant and graceful. The Pink Lily has four flower buds. Bloom one by one. The flowers are gorgeous and the petals are delicate. Aroma is more and more strong. But not so strong. Inadvertently, the fragrance is surrounded. If you want to pay attention to sniffing, the fragrance does not seem to exist. The first time I saw lily blossom. Surprised that her openness was silent and her appearance was so elegant and glittering. In the beauty like jade, in the dense fragrance, it seems a little happy to work overtime this Spring Festival. Lily gives me happiness, and where is her happiness? Maybe it is in the process of blooming, just in the wisp of fragrance. Finally, I’m going to have a holiday. For several consecutive days off, what about Lily? I’m a little worried. The winter sunshine passes through the window and fades into mottled and interlaced shimmer on the delicate petals. The green leaves of the rich bamboo were shaking comfortably beside the petals. With the company of rich bamboo, Lily should not be lonely. Besides, she still has her own heart. A little tired for a year, a little tired. However, considering the environment that the following working faces, the leaders who face deliberately make troubles and reduce salaries are doomed to be unavoidable. Whether you like it or not, accept it or not. Outside the window, the warm winter sunshine is covered by gloomy dark clouds, and the warm early spring breeze is replaced by the cold wind. I miss the lily. Is it pink and white? Is the pink one fully open? In fact, no matter whether you miss it or not, Lily is only in full bloom. Every flower is actually quiet and lonely. Quietly blooming, quietly withering. But in the process of blooming, we enjoy and enjoy the happiness of blooming. Enjoy a process. It is happiness, it is happiness. There is no regret when it withers. Thinking of those two lilies, the extremely beautiful beauty, and the fragrance deposited in the bottom of my heart, my anxious heart gradually became quiet. Lily is also known as the cloud-shaped fairy. Florid is Purity. Her quiet introverted. Unique and quiet, symbolizing independence and self-improvement. Flowers have the strength of flowers, and people should also have their own strength. Whether it is survival or life, it is meaningless in itself. What I may do is to live silently and add some oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea to the dull life, such as inserting a bunch of lilies, see the blooming process. I was doomed not to understand and could not hear the sound of lily blooming, but I saw her beauty and beauty and the process of blooming flowers. Isn’t this also a kind of happiness for me? Why care about the ending? To survive, we should live more. Take what you face as an inevitable process of survival and an exception of life. In this way, isn’t it better to survive tenaciously, to enjoy a different taste of life, and to understand the meaning given by time? This year is the end of this night, and next year I will urge tomorrow. This festival passed. Come if you should. Take what you should bear calmly and calmly. But the heart is already different. Listening to the bottom of the living flowers blooming sound, listening to the tedious life flowers blooming sound, is to use a peaceful heart. Summer. Thanks for the spring flowers, the summer flowers bloom. Lily in memory is still in full bloom, bright, bright and elegant. 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…

You

I don’t know why, but I forget how I heard this sentence. When I think of death, my mind will echo: What about death now? Anyway, I will die sooner or later. No one said that in the TV series. No matter how hard Feng Tang drank, he wouldn’t say that. What about Proust? I would not think of such a serious topic even if I lived in burchaya. Haruki Murakami is even more excited for the fact that human beings will not exist, and he will never speculate. Anyway, at this time, I think this is ridiculous at the same time. If we really think of death, we will realize in fear that human beings should pay full respect to fear, do not perform death at will, and enrich our material of scolding with death, death is not just as simple as falling down. I want to believe the theory of reincarnation, but that is the paradox of human perception. How can people experience the end of life while experiencing the beginning of life. 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…

Qingming

The holiday lasts for three days, which is commonly known as Qingming Festival long vacation. Walking outside alone, strolling along the du Shui river, I wanted to take care of my own chaotic mood, because recently I was too tired, a kind of unspeakable tiredness between body and mind. My mother went back to her hometown. She went to sweep the tomb for my elder sister. The second sister came home yesterday and sat in a daze for a while. She said she was a little sleepy and went back again. From the bottom of my heart, I I am particularly reject Qingming Festival. I am tired of those small dealers selling paper money and funeral supplies in the street, and I am afraid of seeing people crying and telling about the misfortune of their deceased relatives. To be exact, I am afraid of facing my mother’s sad eyes, and the painful expression of the second sister’s helplessness and loss. I hope this festival will pass quietly without leaving any traces or memories. However, it comes every year and is announced in the form of legal holidays, reminding me that it is coming, I can’t avoid this. After all, the past has passed. Excessive missing will only increase the psychological burden on the living, causing physical and mental damage. People cannot change their fate, but we can’t stay in pain and misfortune forever and can’t help ourselves. Fourteen years ago, my elder sister died of illness. Three years ago, the daughter of the Second Elder sister died of drowning unfortunately. I can imagine my mood when it rained in the tomb-sweeping day. A few days ago, my colleague Gao Yamei suddenly suffered from a serious illness, which made me in a bad mood for several consecutive days. Several articles that had been brewed lasted for several days, but finally I couldn’t finish the draft. As a writing, the deeper it goes, the more difficult and difficult it is. At the beginning of the period, writing was only for a kind of pouring out of the soul, with feelings, combing what I felt and thought at that time into a paragraph of words, however, after writing more, I deeply understand that this is a work that is put in front of people for people to appreciate, and I can’t be sloppy and slack. Further speaking, this is an artistic creation, which needs to be carefully carved to complete. A good article needs to be carefully brewed in the accumulation of life, captured in time when the inspiration bursts out, and finally refined and decorated. These three are indispensable, otherwise, it can only be counted as one or several relatively smooth words. Writing is not easy, but I still have to stick to it. Yesterday, my wife came home from work and told me two stories about WeChat. In fact, these stories can only be counted as gossip, which is the product of chatting with my wife and colleagues at work. My wife said that she had a colleague who was a driver of a big car. She searched nearby people through WeChat platform and added a female netizen. After the two successfully joined each other, they began to chat with each other in full swing. Finally, they chatted with each other, and when their wife’s colleagues found out, the two have developed to have plans to travel to other places together. For this, my wife’s colleagues were extremely sad and angry. My wife also said that one of her classmates divorced some time ago, which was already the breakdown of her second marriage. My wife’s classmate often talked about WeChat with a man of the same age in the county. He talked about it until one or two o’clock in the middle of the night. After being found by her husband, he did not want to regret for many times, in the end, he paid the painful price of the second divorce. It was said that this man was also a distant relative of mine, and it really made me ashamed to mention it here. Of course, it was not convenient to disclose his real name. My wife said, is the marriage structure in the current society so fragile? Are there so many men and women in the world of mortals falling into online love and unable to extricate themselves? I said, this is the real national conditions of remote small towns in China. Imagine that with the gradual upgrading of the reform, it has become an indisputable fact that farmers enter the city and settle down. As a new generation of farmers who gave up farming, they made up their mind to integrate into the city where they lived and get rid of the old atmosphere from the day they lived in new houses. To achieve this goal, the only thing we can do is to increase income. Some people solve it locally and start small business, A mom-and-dad shop was opened, but most people still went to other places to work in economically developed areas according to the traditional mode. Working for young couples who just got married, it is best to go forward together in pairs. However, for middle-aged couples, it has become a very contradictory and difficult thing. There are old people at home and children have to go to school, these two groups of people needed to be taken care of. In desperation, the husband had to carry his bags and leave with tears. He lived a life like a cowherd and a weaving maid with his wife. As time goes by, the man who is unwilling to be lonely may occasionally enter the red-light district to indulge a little. The wife who is alone in the empty room is in the long lonely night, after the light of the parents-in-law is turned off, in the little snore of my son and daughter, maybe I would toss and turn, and there would be a few ripples of spring in my Heart Lake. Normal people have feelings. Those without feelings are not normal people, but idiots. Therefore, many left-behind women place their emotions on the Internet, which can give them hope and sustenance. What about men? Some people are living in a foreign land and are unwilling to be troubled by loneliness. Some people are full of wine, thinking and lust, and always want to use their sweet words and a few bad money to deceive the bad woman’s heart, so as to enjoy the moment. This is today’s society, which is a little impetuous and puzzling. As for the lost relatives, forgetting and not thinking about them may be the only way to get rid of them; As for the sick colleagues, I only pray for her to recover soon; As for writing, I must stick to it, just for a habit, A kind of pursuit; As for the emotional entanglement between men and women in the world of mortals, I only hope that the authorities can get out of the lost path as soon as possible, because life is short and not easy, and they can do it and cherish it, don’t hurt others or yourself as soon as possible. The sky was hazy, the ground was wet, the air was light and flying, and the drizzle fell slanting. It is also the Qingming season of a year, and it is also a sad and lingering day. Strolling along the du Shui River alone, looking up at the South Mountain, the towering green lotus mountain is full of spring, the pink and white peach blossoms are fragrant, the apricot flowers all over the mountain are colorful, overlooking du Shui river, the clear du Shui flows eastward all the way, like a farewell wanderer who never turns back. Seeing this scene, I felt suddenly enlightened and felt much better: it turned out that life was so beautiful, but I didn’t have time to understand it well. 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…