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Purple Bamboo peach blossom, shadow Guerlain. The dream pulls the strings and the jade flute blows. Breeze night, Cuihu moon. When you step on the moon, you will be a beautiful woman. The fragrance of red twigs, the light yarn covered with light-cut wind, the sorrow of Falling Flowers, the bridge Lan hit the moon, the light makeup Red, a court of shy moon photos, the fragrance of stepping pool, Lanting drunk. Lying on the quilt for a long time, love is like a fool. The moon is full of buildings. Flowers fall and Bloom, geometric sorrow? Gu Ying fleeting year, who depends on the bar? Who will dress up when falling red and pink? Jade face cassock, who is Bodhi? Night falls on West Lake, han yan thin. Yunbanxiyao, boat crossing. Empty Valley Orchid, flower withered. It is as cold as a willow, and the yellow flowers are cool. Who is happy when canhong falls to the ground? Empty if Chengyang, flowers cold. The wind murmured, feeling less. Empty branches and residual Willows, who painted them? Ting Tang Feiyan, who will come? Alone, it is cold at dusk. Alone Shadow Moon, who is rainy? Half of the wall was red, and the words choked. The Cold Moon is bleak, and the dream is colder. It is already lingering and broken. Who will write Qu sorrow as a word? Worry is made of silk, heart is made of jade, ice and snow are cold, dreams are flourishing, love is a promise, and sorrow is dyed. Empty wet pear flower, incense table. Alone clear the shadow, flowers in the water. A pool of chaotic Red, who can relieve the sorrow? A cup of sake, who will raise a toast with you? Wind scissors Double Shadow, who will accompany? Who will accompany you in the deep loneliness? Wet Dream before Flowers, who will shadow the candle with the dawn?. The wind comes to cool, who warms the cold? A word of fireworks, dripping rain. The night is drizzling, and the road is cold. In front of the House, who is beautiful? A piece of fragrant fragrance, empty whispers? Broken is broken dream, no one cares. Only Lin empty city, yellow sand cool. A piece of sad, want to die. Love cuts the cold heart, who will accompany me to drive the cold together? Who will cherish the cold and warm weather? Dark Night, offshore. Alone carrying a touch of love that is unclear and unreasonable. Quietly stepping into the cold wind, walking in the sparse cold streets. Light Sorrow ran mei, incense twist feeling drunk, is by column slip-gu, how many fireworks fall branches? Who knows how many fades can stay in the world for a long time after a prosperity? Forever Blooming beauty and the world? The remaining red is gone, and the last is just a sad look, buried in the end of the world. People only remember the beauty and beauty when the flowers bloom, but after that, the ground is desolate and withered, and it is broken into the wind, the wind, the rain, how many sad songs of beauty, the light songs? If purple is withered, petals will depend on it. The Cold Moon infects, the word is thin and cool, lightly cut, slightly exposed, and the sunset scattered all over the place. My heart is full of sorrow, and I sigh that the fat fireworks flow like water. The beauty is already ice strings, and the Red fragrance is short. The flowers fall on the ground, and the sorrow is red. In a flash, we have been half buried in the loess, only a few flowers left, leaving Jade fragrance, storage? Fragrant, how many beauties are old/? The flowers that led to the burial of Fang soul? Flowers bloom, flowers bloom, sooner or later, how many times is life sad? Step on the dust, dream. The flowers are desolate, the red face is thin, how many flowers die prematurely with sorrow, buried in the world of mortals, the flower bone dust, only a little green red, just for a moment of dyeing and weaving fragrance in the world, isn’t this the sadness that the flowering period is too short? Flowers are sad and painful, with a sigh, the moon is cold, who will pity? Who to fragrant? Who to bing wen? Cold makeup, who will draw a trace of sadness, shallow words? In the cold book of Konglin, the poetic language was painful, and I wrote the exhibition of love. I didn’t know where I was at a loss, and I laughed at the beauty of Yi people? Three thousand sleeves, if the water is full, a pot of ice heart, jade clothes cool. Empty City Wanglou, Green Light wet. Cold pool and clear moon, shadow on the shore. A curtain of dreams is in vain, tears and rain are beautiful, whose heart is broken? How many things in the world of mortals? If you can’t say it clearly, do you love me? Who and who? The long journey in my mind has always been that love words are too heavy and heavy, and dreams are full of love. Who is sad and who is happy? Love in the world is hard, hard, hard to draw bones, hard to draw love.. It is difficult to draw a tear of beauty if you are crazy and sad. Still water falling flowers, collecting bright bones, dropping snow and remaining red, Burying Flowers soul, who knows green mountains, tears and graves? A Song of falling red, wet soul, tears roll vicissitudes, wash Jade bones. Whose sorrow does the ice flower fade? Tears are wet and sad. You are not here, only the cold wind blows wrinkles, and the cold heart is filled with tears. The rain hits the plantain, and the moon is cold. Who will cut the flower shadow and the Red Mansion? Dark incense sunglasses, shy, rain fell, and the strings were chaotic. Dream broken soul, who is broken? Last night, the west wind blew the cold window. There are countless infatuated feelings, who will be dressed? Lonely with cold, wet and rain. Who is the ice spirit for one night? Light Qi Yu lips, for whom red? Point fat cinnabar, for whom? Dance red crossbows. Lonely and silent, who is Chanjuan? The night was cold and the song broke. Empty Love, the wind is not warm. The snow fell for no reason, adding sadness. Lonely beauty, cut your mind, pay paper Luan. Lonely Red Buddha, for whom? Thousands of sails are gone, flowers are broken, that woman, don’t you worry? !. Text editor; Bing @ Ning [Bingxin Shiyue] like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) spring snow elimination Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. 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Ningxia

I know little about Ningxia, mainly from the introduction of a girl. She is a native of Ningxia. In 2004, because of work, he stayed in the strange land of Peng’an. She was dressed simply and rustic like a peasant woman who had not gone far away. She looks so ordinary that it is easy to ignore her existence. But she had a stable and enviable job. If she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, I am wouldn’t believe it. She never dressed herself up and kept the truth at any time, which made her look a little old-fashioned and weird in the bustling crowd. She is a doctor. The first time I met him was in the winter of 2010. One of my relatives accidentally fell from the balcony on the third floor and was covered with black and blue wounds. The situation was critical. Xun carried it back to the nearest district hospital and it was her who received the Doctor. She was skillful in inserting needles, catheters and infusion. Facing the anxious urge and inquiry from relatives. She dealt with it calmly. A calm and well-trained look made me start to look at her with new eyes. As soon as she got familiar with it, she told me in Mandarin with a strong accent that she was from Ningxia. When I didn’t know her, I didn’t know much about Ningxia. I just stayed on the Internet media or other people’s words and hearsay. In my cognition, Ningxia belongs to the northwest minority area, where many Hui compatriots live. A large part of the terrain in Ningxia is the Loess Plateau, where there are few vegetation, drought and water shortage, backward economy, and people living in poverty. It seems that some answers can also be found from her. Later, we often stayed together, and she often talked about her beautiful hometown. She said that she lived beside the Yellow River and slept with the songs of the Yellow River every night. The Yellow River in dry season is like a gentle and quiet girl, flowing quietly, and the singing at night is soft and comfortable. The Yellow River in flood season was vigorous and arrogant, and the hysterical Roar made people shudder. She said that when she was free, she liked to stand on the bank of the Yellow River, looking at the distant river in a trance. She seemed to flow far away along with the river, and that feeling was very wonderful. She looked forward to the outside world. How good it would be if she could go to far and far places like the river. When she was bored, she would also pick up a small piece of light pebbles and bend down to throw them out like a brother. The Stones floated far away against the water like a trick, at the same time, a string of beautiful water splashes were splashed. Although the Yellow River often overflowed and flooded her home, she did not hate her. She said she had special feelings for the Yellow River. Later, I heard that she divorced. As a friend, I have to see her. Before I spoke, she told me about her hometown and her vineyard. When she was very young, her father planted a large area of grapes. The three brothers and sisters went to the garden every day to weed and stand in winter; Pruning and fruit pruning in spring; Bagging in summer to drive birds; Fattening in autumn to kill insects. The hard work gave birth to a string of sweet grapes. In the vineyard, she learned to work, learned to pay and gain, and understood some truths of being a human being. Relying on the Vineyard, the three brothers and sisters went to school and went out of the house. She spoke calmly, with a trace of sadness in her eyes. I couldn’t bear to interrupt her, just listening quietly. In her mind, the vineyard carries her childhood dream, and the laughter and singing of the three brothers and sisters are preserved in the vineyard. The Vineyard also brings her family thoughts. I really hope that vineyard can soothe her sadness in her heart. She is a good girl, and her colleagues all say so, so I don’t know? But destiny always played tricks on others, leaving her alone in the distant foreign land without mercy. I tentatively asked: Do you want to go back to Ningxia? She shook her head and said without thinking: No, my job and career are here. Facing such a simple, hardworking, kind and strong girl, my heart is filled with sincere respect. As the saying goes, a side water and soil raises a side people. I couldn’t help longing for the place where she was born and raised. 2015.7.27 day in home 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. 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View

I come back to see you again! I come to see you every time I leave. Touch your coat, look at your height, and think about your goodness. Touch your arms again, then hold your waist with both hands and look at you. Are you okay? Have you grown well or not. Have you ever added something new, afraid of the wind, afraid of the rain, and have you ever thought about the honey I fed you with juice. Then use the tip of the nose to gently gather in front of you and smell your body fragrance. You always suck my temperature to the extreme, receive your body, pass that feeling to my palm, and then pass it to my heart by blood, it spreads from the heart to the whoosh and is cold all over the body. Whenever I come back, I will always bring Beibei to see you. To add some nourishment to you, it will dig the Earth with its small claws and bury it within your reach, then use the naughty back to make you feel itchy. Then run around you in a relaxing way. I looked up at the sky in the thin sun, and the cloud __was quietly called back home, and I was obedient without naughty and staying. My eyes were fixed in blue, and I sat on the ground casually and gently, watching Beibei running comfortably. I will always tell you what’s on my mind, you will tell me silently, stay in the wind, rain, thunder and lightning every day, no matter how big the storm is, I will not be afraid, as long as I don’t mess up my feet, give yourself some space to wait for the erosion of time, and everything will pass. I stood on tiptoe to look at you, and once again told me in silent language that no matter how big the storm was, I couldn’t stand humiliation and didn’t change my nature, let the strong wind and rainstorm beat and practice your heart well, so no matter how big the storm is, it will eventually pass, even if you bend down, it will also give way to your carefree and happy growth. My tree, I want to live as well as you. In the long days, I will grow my happiness and leisure. 2015.4.13.20:44 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…

Modern

This Friday, I went to return the books of politics and law, and took a bus to Beihang to find that the mobile phone was in the dormitory. What should I do? How can I contact classmate W without a mobile phone? Although the scale of the Graduate School of Politics and Law was not very large, I still couldn’t find him. The phone number was recorded on the phone, but not in my mind. There were only two or three numbers in my mind, now I’m a little regretful, because I rely too much on tools. What’s more, I had a small interview at six o’clock. The tutor of classmate W invited me to dinner at five o’clock. It must be too late to go back and get it. I simply sat in politics and law with my scalp stiff. I was worried about what to do when I stood in front, fortunately, I saw a sister on campus (let’s just call it that, there are all graduate students). She told me that I didn’t need a library card to return books in the library of their school, after listening, I put down my heart and returned the book on the last day of expiration. It took a lot of trouble to find the stop sign of 632. Although classmate W told me last time that the bus stop here was forced to be diverted because of the Xiaoyue River project, it was difficult to find it. It had to go through many turns to cross the Tucheng before I arrived. Besides, I never remember the road, so I can imagine the hardship this time. I walked around the Yuandadu ruins and walked for half an hour before arriving at Jimen Bridge, I was so tired that I was sweating all over. The weather in Beijing was really weird. Only a few days later, was it hot like this? I think it’s cold to wear down jacket when I borrow books, and it’s hot to wear a single coat when I return books, but now I really have a feeling of Jimen Yanliu, Yangyang, there are also some small flowers of various colors, which are worthy of the name of one of the eight scenes in Yanjing. This week, the spring is blooming, and the campus really adds a lot of color. I remember that I came back from Prince Gong’s Mansion last week, and I sighed with emotion when walking in the campus: the Agricultural University is actually quite good, with a feeling of idyllic scenery, simple and, it’s not too big or too small, just right. The city we live in has been very modern, with cages everywhere, especially when taking a bus, this feeling is most obvious. The government always encourages taking more buses and driving less private cars, but buses are too crowded, which makes people feel that having two legs is a sin. To some extent, the nature of schools and prisons is similar, which is not what I said, but what Foucault said. Therefore, it is quite relaxing to walk on these paths with Bauhinia, Elm, forsythia, clove, Magnolia and peach blossom occasionally. When I came back from the library at noon today, I saw that the Wintergreen beside Yong Road also grew green leaves. The White and withered old leaves of last year were being gradually squeezed out, and the already grown wintergreen was fluffy and loose, people can’t help touching all the way. I went to Peking University on Wednesday to chat with a classmate, complaining that I am in a state of confusion now. I don’t know how to go ahead and feel that it is meaningless to do anything, he criticized me that it was a professional disease of people who studied sociology. It was very appropriate to set a meaning in advance when doing anything. It was to the point with one word. Isn’t this the core idea of Weber? Indeed, even if you have to find a reason to lose weight to add meaning to your actions when you can’t get on the elevator and have to climb the stairs, you will feel ridiculous when you think about it. In Weber’s view, modernity is an inevitable trend. Science, religion and human beings are all rational. It is because of this rationality that modern people can not be imprisoned in their own cages, actually I think is a cocoon around oneself. Everything has to be calculated rationally, and everything has to have a meaning to support. Even death has to have a meaning. People are really tired. Therefore, every time after dinner, when there is no class in the afternoon, I will go to the playground with classmate P to see the green playground and those figures galloping in it, once in a while, a ball rolls to the feet, stopping, turning around and kicking them back, which is also a kind of happiness. Another time, we folded the leaflets we handed out into planes and flew on the playground. The competition saw who flew far away, humming “Paper Airplane”, which reminded many childhood memories, but we all know that we can’t go back, although it was a golden age. Last week, I heard Wang shaopan talking about Zen poems. I didn’t want to go there at first, but later I knew that he was a disciple of Nan Huaijin, so I went there at the end of the day. Very extreme language, so I didn’t hear much, but I remembered two poems, one of which was a room on the top of Qian Feng, and the old monk half a room with clouds. Last night, the clouds went with the wind and rain, which was not as idle as the old monk at the end; one is that Mannu went to Huangzhou barefoot and sold all the treasures across the white cattle. He was greedy for the people of the city to make the market, and went to the official building with songs and dances. I am so spirited and romantic that I hang Jade hooks on the bead curtain when the moon is cold. It’s clear but the time has come, and you can roll hydrangea. I like this sentence, which is more spirited and romantic. The Moon is cold and the bead curtain is hung with Jade hooks, so I wrote it down. Is harvest. Considering that I am can’t be an old monk, I have to recite words, read, write papers and make examination papers. Besides, the old monk must be a man. I went to the family area to buy fruits this evening. I saw a lot of flowers blossoming and wanted to go to the botanical garden again. But when I thought of my pile of things that I couldn’t finish, I couldn’t be refreshed, keep staying in the cage. If you are really bored, just embroider cross stitch. My orchid Bell is still far away from completion. It is estimated that it will be good to embroider it during the Spring Festival. I couldn’t understand the ancient embroideries before, especially after watching Xi Murong’s “embroideries”, I felt more pitiful of those sad ladies in the ancient boudoir, it is bleak enough to embroider my once hot youth with that cold needle. But now I understand that actually embroidering women will also have happiness. Think about that era, those weak women had a good expectation for love in the days before they became wives. Therefore, they sewed their expectations for love and their hopes for the future into the delicate stitches, without too much words revealing, they had their own feelings in them, so when I go to the quadrangle in Beijing, I like to see the places where those women who have not left the cabinet live. There is a different kind of gentleness, where the boudoir is soft and affectionate. Last week, I watched “The Lock bag”. At first, I thought that Miss Xue was too melodramatic and selective in the dowry. Later, I heard that she was afraid of going to Huachun in the year of flowing water, and she was in a different mood. It’s not because I ‘ve been looking for troubles, Ruyi Pearl didn’t exercise her hands, and she also felt that she could forgive her for carefully selecting patterns. The eldest husband can still lament that his ambition is not paid and he is old. Can the little girl be melodramatic in the fleeting youth? It’s too far away. 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…

Memory

In the long years, countless today passed away quietly. There is a wisp of rays of sunshine in the morning, and a round of bright moon ending, there is always a reluctant feeling and meaning. This feeling is sent to Qingfeng, and this intention is given to Mingyue. Please bring your apology in my heart and help me retain the trace of time. The breeze is noncommittable, the bright moon does not say a word and talk nonsense, who can retain the time and let the time last forever? You will cherish it until you lose it. This is a prophecy you have experienced. What can’t be obliterated in every minute is memory. The innocence of childhood, the short and colorful youth, and every experience of life is the mark of time. The flowers blooming under the sunny sun are experiencing wind and rain, so I don’t know the trace of the annual rings. The withered and yellow leaves tell the changing age of spring, summer, autumn and winter. Looking for the mark of time in the cycle, looking for the vitality of youth in the grass color, green hope is the impulsive age; Looking for the footprints of the past in the happy water, however, the floating water laughed at my obsession. Its answer made me smile bitterly without saying a tiny dust in the sky, and the figure was just a drop of sea water. Please cherish the time, just to give tomorrow a lingering harbor. The harbor is filled with the beauty of dreams, the busyness of rising and sunset, and the ups and downs. A smile is just a second, but it warms the echo of the years; A tear is just a moment, but touching is the precious love and righteousness of life for a long time; One sentence is a heart, but when it is injured, it is a consolation of the words and words; A glance is a feeling, conveying warm encouragement and expectation; A hug is a friendship, which is tighter in a ruthless age; A blessing warms the heart, this is the warmest words from the ends of the world. Write your heart to tomorrow and let the days continue in the aftertaste; Write your imagination to tomorrow, and the beautiful days will be on today and evening; Write your pain to tomorrow, let time mend the scars; Write happiness to tomorrow, let the future be more beautiful; Write your expectation to tomorrow, and make your wish happy; Write your thanks to tomorrow, and make your efforts beautiful. Tomorrow is a new beginning, and tomorrow is a new starting point. Write everything about life to tomorrow. Tomorrow will be a lucky ship, with the sail of hope and the paddle of success, marching forward in the ocean of happiness. 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…

High-heel

Every girl is qualified to have a pair of high heels to lead them to find a happy platform. When we were young, we always stood by and watched our mother go out wearing high-heeled shoes quietly. Our little heart was full of fantasy, imagining the happiness of wearing high-heeled shoes, just like a princess dancing happily in a fairy tale, occasionally, we would secretly put on mother’s high-heeled shoes and dance in front of the mirror, so we were eager to grow up and have a pair of high-heeled shoes of our own. Time slips away quietly from our fingers like a thief, without any sound, leaving only our infinite emotion for the fleeting years in a hurry. Maybe it listened to our wishes in our childhood, take us through the gap of time quickly. We choose carefully with infinite longing for fear of failing to live up to our fantasies for so many years. The moment we put on high heels, we seemed to feel that the world had become wonderful, every tiny voice had become a pleasant note, and our feet seemed to be enchanted and also became light, you can jump out of the moving dance at any time. Gradually, we began to feel distressed. We always fell into deep thought because of a word, a song, or even a stranger. We began to miss in our childhood memories and the warmth in mother’s arms when we were young, I miss the smiling faces of my childhood playmates, the days when I was young Chasing the Wind. Time is like a river, flowing constantly, no matter how reluctant you are or how nostalgic you are, it will continue to gallop until gathering in the broad embrace of the sea, just like we can never catch it, we can only watch it slip away from our eyes until the end of life. One day when we opened the shoe cabinet, we were shocked by the various high-heeled shoes in front of us. For so many years, we kept changing the color, style and price of the high-heeled shoes, but we were no longer excited when we bought the first pair of high heels. We began to remain silent. What polished our passion and was the busy work? Complex interpersonal? Or our hearts are covered with gauze, and we want to explore but are afraid of the fear of facing unknown results! One day we suddenly realized that we were scared by the timid self in our heart, so we began to chase the footsteps of time and were no longer passively led away. We will find the fantasy hidden deep in our hearts when we were young, about that pair of high heels, which witnessed our pursuit for so many years and our pursuit for happiness. We will be surprised to find that happiness has never gone away from us. It has been waiting for us silently. Maybe it is hiding in the phone of mother. Mother’s excitement and care reach our ears through the space; maybe hiding in the gifts of friends, the care and greetings of friends sailed across the ocean to our hands, or hiding in the wind and surrounding us all the time, but we are all too selfish, ignore their love and take it for granted. We are no longer sentimental about high heels, just like when we were young, we are full of fantasies about them, and we firmly believe that they will lead us to happiness, just like the crystal shoes in fairy tales will lead Cinderella to the embrace of the Prince and live happily from now on. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Farewell

Farewell! My 2014 stood at the ferry at the end of the year. I waved my hand gently and said reluctantly: Goodbye! My 2014! Looking back on the past, the boundless clouds and water. This year, I experienced ups and downs, seclusion and darkness, ups and downs. Once the sea changed; Once tears streaming down his face; Once he picked up all the cold branches and refused to live, so the lonely sandbar was cold. Now the past has gone with the wind, and my heart is clear. I remember Russell said that scars are the best gift from life. Therefore, I am grateful to those who hurt me. It is they who let me learn to protect myself and practice a strong heart. After the pain, wipe away the tears from the corners of the eyes gently and greet the bright sunshine with a bright smiling face. This year, I asked again and again in seclusion, what is true happiness? We were so eager for the waves of fate that we finally found out that the most graceful scenery in life was the calmness and calmness in our heart; We had been so eager for the recognition of the outside world, and we didn’t know until the end: the world belongs to itself and has nothing to do with others (Yang Jiang). This year, I have experienced a lot of things, and I began to realize my thoughts. I kept thinking about my life, and my heart became calm and calm. I learned to follow my inner feelings and spend every day happily. Don’t please anyone, be the truest self. Sleep late, wash clothes, drink green tea, taste prose, write and write words, and warm the Sun; Meet friends to climb mountains, enjoy flowers and dance; Have dinner, chat and watch TV with relatives. Life is so beautiful, happiness is within reach. This year, I was moistened by the warmth of friendship, and unexpectedly found that I unwittingly embarked on a more gorgeous and better journey. Old saying daughter easy, Friend is hard to find. To be able to fully reveal your own voice in front of others, without concealing or dodging. It is often the same as the heart. Among tens of millions of people and hundreds of millions of people, I met such a demon, my bosom friend! How lucky! Meet a group of people, Liping, Cuicui, Jingxian, Angel, Quan Hua, Xueping, Bai Liye! God! I am so happy!! My friends are the most precious gift God has given me. With them, the wonderful and touching moments fill the deep heart, feeling healthy, young and energetic. In this year, I gained experience, sentiment and friendship. Time is like water, and there is always no words 2014. You walk gently, just like you come gently! From then on, I can only meet you in memory, and from then on, I can only recall you in photos. Love 20141228 nights 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…

Perception

Years quiet, time old. A landscape of a Chinese years, I chapters of a moment, shake off the story, hurrying to and sorrows, too late to appreciate a Taohong, guess Wu impenetrable leaf autumn wind, blink of an eye, with back removed the fleeting time. The quiet night, sitting in a window, open the dust-laden memories, deep in the memory looking for that the past footprint, capture the once beautiful. Qianmo fleeting, years incense, a glimpse, maybe destiny, just past. Lost sadness, grateful for the story. Don’t want to grow up, don’t want mature, don’t want to lost life A and a station, a don’t wanna taste is life ‘and a goodbye. But we may have long been accustomed to, for smile concealed pain, with free and easy cover lost, for lonely words lonely, for forgotten comfort ouns. Actually hearts of those hurt, those pain, those buried deep of the past, not not know, do not want to say. Just wanted to get everything cannot forget to time forgotten, all cannot unloaded to the wind to soothe. Just want more happy, just want good thick some, just want to forget the forgotten, remember what should be remembered, the change can change, grasp can grasp. So some things destined to become story, some people destined to become friends, some road is doomed to walk alone here. A lot of things, passed, many people, left, experience more, heart strong, road also at ease. Look back fleeting, rush years, a long life on the road, we inevitably going to over Hill wading, avoid to bear all kinds of pressure, inevitably make various error. In fact, life is a mirror, if you smile to it, it will smile to you, if you cry to it, it ‘d still be you tears, so we to always believe a word, god closes a door at the same time also opens a window, in a bad mood, mirror, give yourself a warm heart intimate smile. With Stranger corner, always wanted a field heart-to-heart encounter, can forever, always wanted a landscape, been all his life wait. White Plum Blossoms Fall said: Is poly final to finish, is play what eventually ended. Not careful to planning a field meet, scenes Meet. Is margin is bug? We all want to let nature take its course, stride, don’t let front of lost our mind, misled our soul. A strange road, watching strange people, strange you whether same counting fleeting, whether same counting that flowers bloom day. The noisy city chanting crowds, total feel keep up with footsteps. Try and keep trying. Refueling, refueled, but always feel not good enough, enough really. Memory of smoke total worth but that full of color of text, with pure heart writing that pure rain, for that capacity to love and embrace you that repressed heart. As you know, that is the heart and heart between heating; As you understand, that’s a heart to another heart of appreciation. With Stranger pass, heart-to-heart encounter, moment together, no matter how short, is cumulative to the leading edge of the Remember enough, lose is forever. wu bai nian of wind, wu bai nian of sun, wu bai nian of rain, wu bai nian waiting, wu bai of times the review, only today with stranger pass, heart-to-heart encounter. Telling the story of how, Hou what outcome, what kind of day, keep what mood. Know some ideal can never achieve, some questions will never be answered, story is not finished, some people just Familiar Stranger,-or will hard to pursue, wait, fantasy. Maybe simple complex, complex but simple. Fall into world of you I, destined to its a his car in cycle between, every life cycle is a blossom of process. Flowers and heartily Bloom, flower Xie when it will have one place fragrance. Life in every corner, without traveled, around people and things, without a understand. A broad range of magnifying glass layers of analysis, all kinds of the look of. Olfactory heart of flowers, touch freezing point of warm. So, moved own, and also understand myself. Behind prosperity withered, road scenery outside, long attachment of past, disapproval of the pain, let she is like pear drop, thousand trees flower broken. Dream of hazy disturb of the falling flower soul, scattered memory enveloped the of the falling flower marks. Covered with dust fall flower counting vicissitudes, desalination with past. Water, like the lost time, too late walking footsteps, is difficult to heal memory, were served up to years of lamps tears flower heart, time of ammunition as the sunset. Open sea, who-contention flow, bu ju public flow among sea. Mortal life, life, not be hardships intimidated, hero character. Storm, spring flower litter, overlooking Pinglan, sunshine in the rain. Ebb and Flow, cloud Cirrus easy, stroll, hanging our sails advance, to stream water, waves feizhou stop, in front we successful other shore. So, let’s not attachment broken dreams, don’t indulge in the happiness of past Halo, stop regardless of the pros and cons of life, don’t worry again ming qi weather. Now choose the front, will smile set sail, even scars, also to smile for the vicissitudes. Because only in this way, we have no regrets in life. The passing scenery, exchanged for fleeting, youth album indifference face. Smiling face, polished edges, hidden tears, Allure has already become appearance. Laugh at vicissitudes, light past, freehand life. Light see time fireworks, fine chemicals years static good. In not Wu at meditation raises a gender, let life spring water and cleaned up dust, let the mind filled with flowers with past. Find a season of cool, see a mystifying nothingness. Once the most beautiful, already changed. Behind the vanity of smoke, parting after chanafanghua, croon of moment, moon-like beautiful, just a glimpse, short-lived, to go in a hurry. The long span of years warm how many times meet, melancholy how many times parting. Who of discovering whose whose eyes, whose memory warm the who face. In the fleeting year, make a spring warm and blooming, and expect the years to be quiet and good when the spring flowers and autumn fall. Moon and two lights, spring and autumn a dream, red garments is just float-sink, life garments just is impermanent, love garments is just parting. Beautiful face is only hundred years after a split second of youth. Pages of sad and beautiful words, cups of lingering past events, melancholy days one by one, and unrelenting memories. Deep in my memory, I feel warm for the fleeting time and miss your smile. Flowers is poetry, whispering is affection, valve peach blossom are you that allure smile, love in the dream circling, dream love in the night and we. Time agreed beautiful, through the fingers of time, only heart scenery, life is constant landscape. Flower flowering of brilliant, cloud cloud of poetry. Ordinary has its own true taste, and passing has its own beauty. Life neither fixed standard, also no wonderful rehearsal. So, we need good mood, indifferent face life of aging, in homecoming in feel and cherish every past, each passage, every flavor. Who of discovering whose whose eyes, whose memory warm the who face. In the long river of life, we learn to treasure, grateful, understand let go. In the future days, we indifferent mind, static Hou flowers! 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…