Love Song

Closing the book, there was still a dense drumming in my heart. 2014, my life is a peach blossom? It is better to believe what it has, but not to believe what it has! Who told me to read fortune-telling books? Anxious and full of expectation. Peach blossom, this noun with ambiguous atmosphere, who is my robbery? Who is my flower? What kind of handsome appearance is the leading role of peach blossom, which makes me fascinated? I can’t remember what kind of chance it was and get to know you. Maybe this is not important either. There are all these small emotions, such as the joy of first meeting, the surprise of acquaintance, the excitement of getting along with each other, the lingering of knowing each other, and the disappointment and anger that have been bored for a long time. With the passage of time, your tolerance, generosity and good temper will be changed if you know your mistakes, which finally won my understanding. It also ignited the desire on my lips and filled the hunger and thirst in my eyes. Accompanied by the morning and evening, the words are flying, activating the vulgar heart, with high spirits. I feel that the flesh is always placed in the beautiful scene of March in Yangchun, singing and dancing. Where can I forget you? On your left bank is the wind from the south of the Yangtze River, which blows gently. On the hot day of July, Milan on the windowsill slowly blooms, and small rice grains slightly emit a faint fragrance, which is the first time you give her a smile. Wandering in the words of fleeting years, those thoughts like flowers spread all over the floor. Cool this hot and tough summer. On your right is the fan’s Ke Er. I really want to pick a white gardenia branch to write my dusty memory and send the most sincere greetings to the years. Ke Er, what a lovely woman it should be. “Long Love”, “My heart is uneasy”, only you know best! “Love between life and death” is not an insurmountable red line. On the night when the moon stars are sparse, it doesn’t matter who is the masterpiece of “impression of Beijing men”. What matters is that, it was you who took me to know people and smell incense all the way, and cut Books to see my heart. Pleasing builds. Cheerful self-confidence. I will never forget to see such things as the fresh and fresh jade of the small family, the deep and graceful beauty of the big family, the heroic spirit of the seven-Chi Man, the heroic spirit of acting chivalrous and righteous, the elegant and gentle romance of gentlemen, the optimism. Crossing mountains and seas, appreciate pear flowers everywhere open human beauty. Small bridges and flowing water, blue sky and white clouds, Western Wind and thin horses make me happy. Talking about the past and present, vertical and horizontal maneuvers, astronomy and geography, exotic customs and folk slang make me excited. It’s really hard to say goodbye to you! Goodbye. It is for goodbye. What the poet said is always pleasant and profound. Di Mo became a wound to Wen Si Juanjuan, which reminded me of whether she was a gentle woman or a delicate miaolang. Anyway, the brilliant man always skimmed over the doubts in his eyes. I still remember that “walking with shame” is the prelude of our communication. Some low whispers with the ancients always arouse your pity. Let me always look forward to seeing the rays of rays of sunlight at the beginning of dawn in a cold night like water. There is not too much falsehood to entrust the snake, and there is no Qing Qing Qing me that you greet me. It is your wish to boil words and drink wine! It is a beautiful happy event in the world that the years are quiet and good, and we stay together calmly and never give up! In the nine days filled with heavy fog, I sat quietly in a corner, thinking of you, my heart was unexpectedly the ripples caused by waves and stones. I, who is always shy and silent, want to sing a song of Fei Xiang for you, okay? You are like the fire that warms me. You are like the fire that lights me up. Although I am happy with you, I don’t tell you that meeting you is my fate, it is also my robbery. My peach blossom robbery, prose online. 2014, God is destined that we will meet on the way. In 2015, I can only bless you silently: you will always be a neighbor of literal people! Praise hurriedly at noon on 2015.1.21 (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) snow elimination in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Foot line

Because of taking annual leave, I went to live in the country alone. Suddenly away from the noise of the crowd and the disturbance of work, I felt relaxed and excited. I am looking forward to such a life! The Tiger should return to the mountain, the bird should return to the forest, and people should also return to nature. This has always been my natural complex. It was early winter. The weather was sunny and the climate was refreshing. I couldn’t fall asleep at a little more than five o’clock in the morning. I got up and washed, ate a mouthful of rice. My goal was towards Lion ridge, and then I went out. Morning fog in early winter hung over the Earth. I avoided the noisy avenue and chose the secluded mountain path. Because I have never been to Lion ridge and it is covered by fog, I can only estimate the general direction while walking, and thus experience the original life of life sweetly. When I climbed the mountain, The Sun also came out, and there was a direction Guide. The company of mountains, mountains, rivers, plants and trees all the way was not excited! In addition to the birds, the surroundings were quiet and nobody was there. A path stretches to the distance, as if guiding me to the distant goal. The strips of camellias along the roadside, clusters of wild chrysanthemum flowers and the little osmanthus flowers of Four Seasons exude a burst of fragrance. Put a piece of camellia in your mouth and sip it, there is a kind of astringent fragrance which looks like locust flower and is missed; Pick a piece of wild chrysanthemum and suck it, it is a kind of bitter and refreshing fragrance; take another sweet osmanthus for a taste, which is a kind of sweet fragrance with slight bitterness but kindness. On the way, I asked the villagers I met for directions. They all told me how to get to the highway by bus. When I knew that I didn’t walk by bus, it seemed to show a kind of confusion and surprise, then he showed me how to go. But they really don’t know how to go. Dozens of miles away, who is still walking out now? After crossing several hills and two highways, I came to a small town. Then he walked on a curved and narrow cement road leading to Lion ridge. After another one-and-a-half-hour long journey, he also crossed a roaring highway on the way and then came to the foot of Lion ridge. Lion Ridge is a mountain of Laoshan. Laoshan is also the green lung of our city, A virgin land that has not yet been developed, so it still retains some original natural features. Looking at the Old Mountain, the lake is bright and the scenery is picturesque: at the foot of the mountain are waves of lake water, on the surface of the water are groups of flowers and ducks swimming freely, and on the other side of the lake is the towering and vigorous old mountain in the clouds, red leaves, boxwood and layers form a gorgeous and charming colorful autumn color. It looked at the foot of the mountain, but it took nearly half an hour to get to the Mountain Gate, and then it took more than ten minutes to finally climb the mountain, arrived at the door of the famous douzhi Temple. It was nearly five hours before leaving the house in the morning. This time I felt really tired. I sat down on the edge of the well beside a stall of an old woman selling incense in front of the temple, resting and panting. Occasionally there were one or two tourists on the ridge, all of whom were young people coming in the car. I only saw a pilgrims walking up the mountain alone, an old man with gray hair. The old woman said that he was already seventy-five years old. His wife left first, and then he returned to Buddhism. He could come here once a year. In this society, there are few people who believe in Buddhism and many people who seek wealth. For example, the Buddha said in Nirvana Sutra: those who believe in Buddhism are like the Earth on their claws; Those who break the good roots and do not believe in Buddhism are like the Earth in the ten worlds. I invited a handful of incense from the old woman and went to the temple. All gods, including the statues of master Yuanlin in the temple, were respected one after another, and finally came to the dining hall. I wanted to use a Zhai here according to what the old woman said, and saw the monks and lay-ins in the dining hall eating without saying anything. Seeing the quiet atmosphere, I, who was always timid and introverted, became timid first. I dared not and didn’t know how to beg, so I returned again. Hungry down. The way down the mountain was easier. I bought some biscuits and mineral water in a small shop at the foot of the mountain, and took the right lunch break to restore my mental strength. The shopkeeper was the wife of the old woman on the mountain. Before leaving, I wished the old man a prosperous business. He was very happy and read Amitabha to see me off. The exhaustion in the morning made me plan to go back by bus, but after a rest, I felt that I had recovered my mental strength again, so I decided to go back to see if there was any shortcut. I asked a cleaner on the roadside along the Mountain Avenue. He told me how to take a bus. I said if I walked, was there a shortcut? He looked at me, a little disdainful: go, wow? You can’t even walk late? I said I came from that side. He was very surprised and looked at me again: you really have foot strength! Then you pointed to me: you go along this road, go to the left of the highway intersection, take Longshan but you can’t figure out the path? I thanked the worker and got on the way. But when I asked the cleaner to speak, I still didn’t touch the right road, but went on the road. The fast-moving vehicles like the water rushed and screamed harshly. The battle was like thousands of troops roaring to kill you, which made people scared. One of the savage dirt trucks ran past me, rolling up a wave of dust and sand, which surprised me with cold sweat! At first, the calm heart was stirred up by huge waves, but I thought I was already a gray face at this time. Compared with the quiet, pure and beautiful mountain path like that poem, it is really two worlds! But the main road is closer than the path, which only takes three hours. But the degree of exhaustion is far better than the way to go, and the feeling is completely different. One is continuous fatigue, and the other is different mood. At this time, I only felt the pain of the muscles on both sides of the hip, which seemed to be cramping from time to time, and my feet seemed to be soaked. When I gradually felt exhausted, I finally saw the shadow on the top of our small town in the distance, which made me happy. But the so-called “running a dead horse in the Mountain”, although I saw the small town, I didn’t want to walk for another one hour to really get to the town. It was already over 3 pm when I entered the house. Sit down and have a rest immediately. Not bad, there is no blistering on my feet. Then I burnt a bucket of hot water and took a bath, feeling that I had driven away most of my fatigue; Then I made a pot of hot tea and sat cross-legged on the sofa drinking tea, which made me feel comfortable. This made me know clearly that this long-distance walking did not cause my physical overdraft, because I quickly felt my physical recovery, and I also had the habit of insisting on walking. The ancients traveled hundreds of miles a day. I calculated that I walked about nine hours a day, and there were also 90 miles. This also achieved the purpose of my small foot strength during this trip. What is more satisfying is that this time I went out to experience a life close to nature. November 14 praise (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…

I and

I went home at six o’clock, and it happened to be when the rain was heavy. Standing beside the bus stop, waiting for the bus. Before that, I just had a phone call with my friend and joked that today I can finally spend one yuan to go home by bus. When waiting for the bus, occasionally a gust of cold wind blew, which made people unable to help taking a breath. The temperature which had just risen a few days ago suddenly dropped down. The winter clothes which had been put aside for two days were put on again before being washed and put into the cabinet. The bus finally arrived at the station surrounded by a group of cars. The speed of getting on the bus was a little more urgent and awkward than usual. Put away the umbrellas, it took a few seconds to cross the car, but it was still not alert that the falling raindrops smashed a lot. Although there were many people standing in the car, it was not crowded either. Just in some closed environment, the moisture in rainy days makes people feel more obvious. It is filled with air, but the car is more crowded than usual peak hours. The window was covered with fog because of the temperature difference between inside and outside, and was marked with Unstraight marks from top to bottom by drops of water, feeling fragmented and scarred. I suddenly remembered a hot summer night in high school, near a pouring rain, the air was filled with hot flashes. I sat in front of the desk and wrote down my diary: it seems that the air can be wrung out with a hand. This description is a little exaggerated for the weather that has just crossed the dry winter. But with the shaking of the car body, the moisture seemed to shake, making my heart feel wet just like the water drops sliding down on the car window. I don’t like the feeling of being wet, especially in rainy days. It should be the growth of my age that made my habits more restrained. I also saw two boys with umbrellas stepping into the puddle on purpose. I didn’t know if I was the same as them when I was young, the unbridled feeling the most intuitive and striking feeling given to them by rainy days. But now, I shook my head. I still remember that when I was in high school, I also rode home in a sudden heavy rain after self-study, but I was still thoroughly drenched from inside to outside. I think, at least I had a real rainy day experience, even though I was really embarrassed at that time. Even if just a rain, It can also be seen that now I lack the courage and courage to get wet in the rain a few years ago. After all, I was young at that time. The bus stops and goes, and the crowd keeps going up and down. Almost everyone was holding an umbrella with different colors. I remembered a story about umbrellas in primary school, which was also a heavy rain. I walked out of the school gate after school because a large number of umbrellas were propped up, it makes the already crowded school gate even more irrelevant. So I went to my sister’s house not far from school and waited for my father to pick me up. Soon, my brother rode his father’s motorcycle to my sister’s house wearing a raincoat and said that he hadn’t seen my shadow after waiting for me for a long time. My sister smiled and said why didn’t you look at the umbrella I held, so it was easier to find. At that time, because most of the umbrellas at home were gift umbrellas of golden dragon fish, and the umbrella cover was yellow, with three words of big golden dragon fish written on it. I thought there were always few umbrellas like this, but my brother said that even the golden dragon fish was crazy. In fact, it is not interesting, but I still feel a little funny when I think of the scene at that time for so many years. Another story about my brother and rainy day was in junior high school. Ordinarily, I should have learned a lot at that time, but before high school, I seemed a little silly, once I went home after school in a light rain, my brother casually said that mushrooms would grow out of my hair after the rain. At that time, I retorted that it wouldn’t be like that, but I muttered in my heart. When my mother was having dinner for me, she still couldn’t help asking. Now I think about it, at that time I was so pure that I could wrap myself around with one word. But what everyone misses may be the one who was always stupid at that time. But the story of umbrella is not over yet. Before going to college, my sister gave me a sun umbrella, The purple umbrella cover still glitter in the sun, and I don’t know what pattern pattern is also very delicate. An umbrella can be used in both sunny and rainy days. On a rainy day, my roommates saw me holding an umbrella and said that the sun umbrella would not work when it rained. I am a little psychological obtrusive to keep objects, I can struggle for a long time with a little flaw in my heart, just because this matter has been searched on Baidu for many times. Until I went home on holiday and went out with my friends, I looked at my friend’s sun umbrella and asked the same question. My friend said casually, “whatever. After saying that, we all laughed. Maybe the exquisite life will make our life more orderly. Even an umbrella should draw the boundary between sunny day and rainy day. However, whatever it is, it is just like a child playing with water. When he grows up, he may shout on Weibo space that he will wet his new shoes on rainy days. In the future, our life may gradually become exquisite and exquisite. But young, it is a little rough. Finally, he stumbled back home. When he was eating steamed stuffed buns on the sofa with bowl and chopsticks in his hand, he heard a long bang. After listening carefully, it turned out to be the first spring thunder. I was always afraid of the cold, and I began to look forward to spring in late autumn. When the Qingming Festival was approaching, a burst of tidal rain brought spring to me in this way. Farewell to winter snow, it will be unexpected and logical rainy days coming in the coming seasons. Coincidentally, the story of rainy day and I just ended, and the new story was also beginning in a hurry. A Xun Zan (prose editor: Ink drops into 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…

Most is

When dealing with books, I almost became a drug addict of books. I have written an essay called “book Fool”, which describes my obsession with books and my obsession with books. Indeed, books are my best friends in my life. With books, my life will not be lonely. I usually work as a Chinese teacher in the graduating class and take charge of the head teacher. Time is as hard as a needle for me to find. Fortunately, at night, people fell asleep and nobody disturbed me, so I read books mostly in the dead of night. Only books is life. When I read a book, I could not sleep or eat, so I entered the artistic conception constructed by the words in the book. At night, it became the destination of my soul. Without the noise of the daytime, there were only the cool breeze, the sound of patter rain, sometimes the sound of frogs, or two or three barks, it is simply the beautiful music naturally endowed with excellent accompaniment for my reading. Sometimes, there was no sound at all, so quiet that I could only hear my heartbeat. I felt tired and my eyelids were tired, so I went to the yard to watch the moon and count the stars, look at the numerous black clouds. At night without the moon and stars, the sky is also beautiful, as deep as pictures that have been brewed for a long time, making my mind uncertain and enjoying endless lingering charm. Either I still held a cigarette, a small essay, or a poem, and started to have a pregnancy in my heart, and I was about to give birth like lightning. So he ran back to the cabin in three steps, fearing that his mind would suddenly interrupt. Reading at night, my heart can be expressed. Things in the daytime can be left behind for a while, accompanied by a cup of green tea, or turn on the recording, listen to a song “Two Springs Reflect the moon” or “pull the camel”, or “North Henan ballad”, or “House of Flying Daggers” or “horse racing”, or “listening Song”, constantly change the track. Sometimes the same piece of music is played repeatedly. In this state of mind, I don’t know whether I read books or I read books. It is also common for me to forget things. Somehow, I experienced the natural scenery of great rivers and mountains, accepted profound philosophical thoughts, experienced many joys and sorrows in the world, got to know many new things and comprehended the mood of writers and poets. Think about it. A night’s reading is sweeter than a dream. When you enter the book, you will be intoxicated in the realm of the book. Even if you have nothing to do with troubles and pains in life, you will be nothing but the words in the book and the realm of the book. Most of the time, I couldn’t come out once I got into the book. I didn’t realize that I read it all night until the sky turned white unconsciously. Unexpectedly, I started to work the next day without blinking my eyelids. In fact, most of the time, I fell asleep while reading, and I don’t know how I woke up. When I woke up, I found that I am lying with clothes. This time is also common. But once I entered the book again, I forgot myself again. So sometimes, on the one hand, something was cooked in the pot, on the other hand, it was immersed in books, so that the pot was burnt to pieces many times. Everything is inferior, only reading is high. My night is still mine. Every time night falls, I feel that I have a strong desire. A strong magnetic field gravitation attracts me. Books are all around! 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…

xue qu

It is really the end of the year, the TV is playing up, the New Year goods in the neighbor’s house are piled up, and the joy of friends returning home is filled with, which makes me always feel compelled by time, when I was turning the calendar page by page, a large number of snowflakes fell down in the gloomy sky. I always liked the snow. Mei Xue loved both, not only because of their cool beauty, more because of their self-esteem. The topic seems to be too far away, so we ‘d better turn around. Once the dusty memory is opened, there is always a kind of light growth sorrow. That was more than ten years ago, the age of being ignorant of the world. Living with parents in a small yard of about 100 square meters. That was not the place where I played with my companions, and the yard next door was not only big, but also not blocked by walls, so it became the place where we played. It snowed a foot high in winter this year. The colored glaze on the eaves drooped down long, and the cold wind was cold. Adults hid in the house and didn’t want to go out. They didn’t know what the cold I am, ignoring the rising snow, removing the strong dissuade from parents, walking outside like an old lady, and shouting the name of his friend with loud noise. After a while, they walked out from the four neighbors one after another, just like me, their red little faces were rippling with cool joy. We put our hands into the snow to wash our hands and see how the snow slowly melts under the temperature of our hands. We carefully watch their shapes and colors with our palms one after another. We use snow to knead into balls and throw snowballs to each other, after playing all the tricks with the snowstick, we stopped panting and used our intelligence and wisdom, and then came up with a way to play. I suddenly shouted: Why did you forget? We make a snowman? Good! But who will? Everyone looked at each other, and I was also asked. Just pile it up, whatever it is good or bad. Therefore, everyone made snowmen in high spirits. First, they chose the location. Everyone thought of the open space beside the big tree in the yard. Just do what you say, and the little friends pile up as they wish, and they all take care of what their masterpieces are. At the climax of our interest, a stern voice came: What are you doing!? Our hands shivered for a moment, and we were stiff there at the same time, looking at where the sound came from. Uncle Wang was standing there staring straightly. Look at your pile of things. How adverse. Quickly a ruin. Only when we were stunned did we think of seeing our own masterpiece. It turned out that the snowman had become a grave, just like the youth in the grave that we have remembered till now. We couldn’t help being panic. After eliminating the grave three times and five times, we broke up unhappily. Such a cheerful smile and fearless play have never been seen before. Enjoy the snow, it seems to be the first and last time. I will never return after my childhood. After that, she yearned for the snow and thought deeply about the bleak artistic conception of the snow which was extremely cold. When she came, she waited and watched quietly. She thought about it all the time. As she grew older, the craze for her gradually filtered into elegant and extraordinary light, and recalled and imagined her from time to time. 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…

Others

I like reading, quiet, and enjoying the loneliness in my own world. I seldom speak and am introverted at ordinary times, which is the impression of many customers on me. I don’t like to say more and prefer to think, so I turn those words I don’t want to say into words. Most of the time I forgot when I wrote it, it was just the mood at that time. Publishing them is to share their joys and sorrows with more people. Others watch flowers, not in my eyes. I saw these words in my friend’s space, but I couldn’t remember the content. Only this question was left for borrowing. In fact, many things in life have nothing to do with others. There is no need to influence your emotions because of other unimportant reasons, and be the master of your emotions rather than slaves. I like reading, but I don’t want to know much about it. I always forget it when I read it. I don’t remember much. I bought a lot of books, and I like classic works, so I bought small window and seclusion, Caigen Tan, The Night talk of the furnace, and I just bought “occasional love”, “shadow of a Dream”, “Six tales of floating life”, and new books “listening to the sound of flowers” and “deep in the clouds and waters” written by space friends. I lent my friends all the things I bought last year, such as “meeting is a flower blossom”, “fleeting years”, “half curtain of smoke and rain” and “Mo Dao fireworks can’t be cut. Influenced by me, senior Wang also asked me to buy some famous books I introduced from Dangdang. It was just that a lot of books were waiting in line for me to read. It took half a year to read a book named “the story of the small window”, and most of the rest were still intact. It seems that at the end of each year, people have infinite emotions. I seldom suffer from insomnia. I didn’t go to bed until last night. The rain outside the window pulled my thoughts far away, but I felt that I couldn’t get them back. Knowing whether staying up late is going to get angry or reluctant to enjoy the quiet pleasure, I am used to knocking on the keyboard, holding books and reading at night without being disturbed, and participating in Buddhism and Enlightenment Bodhi in my own world. If you look at the Lotus net, you should know that it does not dye your heart. A few days ago, I found two wooden fish and stone cups on the internet. One of them was used by myself, and the other was going to go home for my dad during the Spring Festival. Muyushi complex originated from an article I read two or ten years ago. The author of the writing held a cup of hot tea on a cold winter night, watching the hot air hovering in the Cup, and the warmth spread through his whole body with his hands. The key point is that it is not an ordinary cup. I don’t remember whether there is any legend of Muyu Stone. I only know that his Muyu Stone Cup is amazing. It has a unique function of thermal expansion and contraction, there is also a magical purification function, which can make the water in the Cup turn into alkaline water in a few minutes, and will not deteriorate for a week. Since then, I have been curious about Muyu Stone. I don’t know what color it is and what it looks like? Until I bought these two cups online, I used them to drink water and coffee every day. The reason why they were called Muyu Stone was that this kind of stone was very similar to the Muyu knocked by a monk, hence it got its name. Muyu Stone is of antique color and dark brown with unique patterns, which always reminds me of a woman in Qin and Han dynasties, wearing a light green dress, a long white ribbon around her waist, and a piece of green Crystal Jade nostalgia, walking in the depth of the smoke, A black waterfall directly flows around the waist. Most people who like writing like quietness. They like to make a cup of scented tea with a transparent glass, which is the wintersweet flowers collected by father in the backyard of hometown. After drying it, it is put in a white plastic bag, I took it to the south when I went back to my hometown in May. On a hot summer day, grab a handful of flowers in the glass and pour them into boiling water to see the yellow little flower buds gradually expand and Bloom, and the wintersweet imitation full of trees blooming against the snow is in front of us again. Holding the Cup and taking a sip lightly, the bitter fragrance sank into the pubic area all the time, with a sense of coolness spreading all over the body. All the floating dryness vanished, and my heart calmed down slowly, making people feel like sitting by the corner of the valley and the stone under the forest. The cool breeze blew in a burst, and my mind was pulled up to the ninth sky again, it took a long time to slowly fall down. I increasingly dislike those beautiful articles in my own space, and sometimes I delete them one by one without mercy. Just like the clothes that have been worn out, no matter how new they are, they don’t want to wear them any more. It is better to put them in the cabinet to occupy space and give them to others. I like the fragments of life I wrote, and no matter how bad I am, I am the leading role. I don’t like those flowery words. There are a lot of empty truths, which are the same, but I don’t know what the real meaning is. Maybe my appreciation level is limited, and I prefer words close to life, feeling more affinity. After reading a lot of articles written by internet celebrities, I only like listening to the words of rain against the window, and I like those exquisite words, because I forget to have no impression after reading many other words. I had neither the right nor the right to comment on others, but I still spoke out my true feelings. People live in a state of mind, neither in others’ mouths nor in others’ eyes. Life grinds away our edges and corners, making people learn tolerance like water. Some people say that if you settle down your heart and take care of your life, life will be a complete life. Others said that every day that never danced was a failure to life. Others watch flowers, not in my eyes. People live for themselves, and no one can be perfect, then be a true self. 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…

Let life

In fact, I like traveling as many lives in my life. I not only like it, but also am deeply obsessed with it. Especially when I go to a place with profound cultural deposits, it makes my life linger, spaced out. To be honest, I liked traveling very much since I was a child, but at that time, due to limited conditions, I had to give up my love reluctantly. After work, I have been to many places with my company, such as the mountain city of Chongqing, Sichuan, the capital of Beijing, Wuyi Mountain, the hometown of Wulong, Weihai, Shandong, Bangong Island, the ends of the Earth, Hainan, which is common in four seasons, jiangsu wan yu and all the places of interest visited almost all the and clearly in mind. I never deny the comfort and comfort brought by traveling to life. Life increases experience inadvertently or unconsciously while also reminding spiritual quality. As far as my personal life experience is concerned, tourism indeed contributes to the height and depth of my heart. If we say that life is wandering or traveling in the sea of books blindly, then life will naturally have more bookish spirit, but the so-called aura will naturally be less. This is the reason why scholars at all times and in all countries indulged their lives in landscape. Whose outstanding representatives are Ouyang Qiuzi, Wang Youjun, Xu Xiake and Su Dongpo, which one is not the pride of the times, and which one is the bookworm who stung the stock with a cone beam? Ouyang, who wrote down the famous articles throughout the ages, pushed the realm of the benevolent and wise Leshan of Chinese literati’s feelings to the extreme through the drunken Pavilion. Wang Youjun was the master of books, and no one could compare with his pen and ink in the world. No matter from calligraphy art to literary aesthetics, his preface of Orchid Pavilion could be regarded as the world-class level, and no one would admire him. Besides, Mr. Dongpo has a profound life experience, he has learned a lot, and he also behaves like a wavy person. His articles are elegant and romantic, and his famous works are everywhere. He is honest and upright, and has outstanding political achievements. He is arrogant and fatuous, he didn’t distinguish the true from the false, and was often framed. He was demoted again and again. What was gratifying was that he was free and easy in personality. He made full use of his demoted again and again, taking demoted as a tourist, visiting famous mountains and rivers, looking, tea cooking word, When sitting in meditation and asking for meditation, even the eminent monks in the temple were surprised and admired it. As the old saying goes, the more the past went, the more the world changed. Yes, after several times of wind and rain, several times of spring and autumn, time has come to the present reality, tourism is no longer the patent of officials, and ordinary people no longer regard tourism as a luxury of life, as long as they have time, if you are in a mood, have a place to go, and have spare money, you can set out anytime and anywhere. You can choose at home and abroad. As far as the current tourism situation is concerned, many people travel frequently for the tired and sleepy life, which in their words is to relieve their lives. If it is true, then I think this kind of tourism is not only not enough, but also a waste of resources, moreover, the environmental pollution caused by it causes physical and mental harm to real tourists, which cannot be tolerated by tourism itself. The real tourism is carried out with beautiful humanistic qualities, rather than taking a cursory look and disapprovingly going like some people. Yu Qiuyu, a famous scholar, is a traveller worthy of the name. His works are as good as others. His travel words travel through history, ancient and modern times, and penetrate the humanistic ecology. He is called a splendid scenery of travel and can be called an expert of tourists. There is also a traveller named Yu Shunsheng whose life has long been dusty and forgotten by the fast pace of life. His hiking is the same as his ancestor Mr. Xu Xiake, not for the so-called relaxation and life, his travel was a behavior that his life couldn’t help being influenced by nature, for which he paid the price of his life. Now when we think of this travel hero, looking at the spectacular natural scenery he left for us, how to face the same life of traveling? He loves life and travel very much. He doesn’t hesitate to say goodbye to his wife and children and treat travel or adventure as a career of life. It is not only a spirit of dedication, but also an ideal person’s attitude towards life, the high respect expressed by life! At this point, what I want to say most is: tourism is a kind of culture and a kind of life feeling, which must be supported by knowledge structure and self-cultivation, if you lack this as the basis and premise, then even if you go there, you can only feel the feelings of the senses, and there is no change to the soul of life. At best, it makes life go out for a walk: looking at mountains is mountains, looking at water is water, what else can it have? I have said that I like traveling since I was a child, but now when I grow up, I am talking about traveling, which makes me a little uncomfortable. Don’t you like it? NO! Did you become an old man? My answer is still NO! What is the reason? The reason is very simple. Firstly, the tourist place is too busy and noisy. What else can I do except being bored when I go there? Secondly, it is also the best excuse for me not to travel: that is to say, I am a wage earner with a lack of money, and it is the responsibility and obligation to support my family. Thirdly, facing the convenient and fast lane of the Internet, I want to travel there at will, at your fingertips and at your fingertips. Of course, I know that there is a big difference between the actual tourism and the virtual online tourism. However, is there a more economical and effective way in reality? Therefore, in order to make up for this defect, I tried my best to let my life go out, take a walk in the nature, go to the Riverside in the afterglow of the sunset and talk with the Stars, The Sun and the moon at night, and cross a small forest, it is also a good choice to walk on the Bluestone Road to the countryside. In other words, traveling does not have to leave the homeland and cross the ocean. As long as life has the potential to love life and nature, no matter where it is, it is a kind of travel, which is helpful to life and soul. On the contrary, even if you go abroad, tourism will also become an undeserved empty talk. In view of those behaviors that regard tourism as recreation, I can’t say that I reject them, at least I should be holy respectively. I know that there may be some people who disagree with my shangtong statement, and even the resistance is unknown. However, my life is a maverick, and I don’t follow the crowd and follow the crowd, I always stick to my own quality, just like the scenic spots in nature, and do not change the essence because of the large number of people or the small number of people, praise or disdain. In fact, what I want to say is, Tourism is not a trend, let alone a kind of kitsch. Its essence should be the same as life itself, with artistic personality and aesthetic concept worshiped, so as to return to nature and see mountains as mountains, water is the effect of water! Let life travel, you may as well bring your soul and the overflowing Literary fragrance! 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…