Winter

Wake up and look at the time. It’s not until six o’clock. The morning of the new year was really cold, so I covered up the quilt and wanted to sleep for a while. However, the dream of the night was shocking after thinking about it, and I couldn’t fall asleep any more. In a deep sleep, I didn’t know that I read a piece of news from that website or newspaper, saying that it was a small travel team that disappeared collectively a few months ago. The public security department used all its power to look for it, there is no clue, which makes people puzzled. However, after a while, I came to them inexplicably, which made me very anxious and shouted to go back to report. I also felt unfair. How could I suddenly come to an unknown place, but also with them! Because I have to go to work tomorrow, and there is also an exam in language and literature. Therefore, I shouted loudly, but nobody paid attention to them. They or they cared about reading or doing the work at hand. Only then did I realize that they were so calm and peaceful. Looking at the environment they were in, it was also so quiet, without any wind, clouds or sun. What accompanied them were long and thin desk lamps with cold green light, it is extremely like the world in oil painting. Therefore, I asked them how they came here. One of them said that now is the era of big data, with cloud computing and fog computing, the concept of time and space has already changed, where are you still yelling? I said, you disappeared collectively a few months ago. The public security organs and all your families are going crazy, but you are still here in the fog, really calm down. What can we do? In fact, we don’t want to come here either, but we can’t find the way back! Another man, about five or six years old, said. However, I can’t be with you. I have to go to work tomorrow and there is another exam. You can find a way to let me go back. This is impossible!! Everyone said with one voice. I kept shouting, repeating that sentence like Xianglin’s sister-in-law, clamoring to go back. I ran to a bright place, but my feet were like stepping on cotton, empty and floating, unable to move. There was silence all around. My body gradually cooled down and felt suffocated, just like driving the clouds. But I still shouted loudly with my last strength, making noise. Finally, a man who seemed to be in charge appeared. He said to me kindly, “stop arguing. I’ll call someone to see if there is any way. As soon as the voice was over, a young lady came in a flurry. There was no way behind her. It seemed like some winding chicken paths. She was wearing a green dress with a smile at the corners of her mouth, but the smile was satirized. So she said a few words to the steward and nodded knowingly, But I clearly heard them saying that they would kill me and reincarnated me. I am not afraid of death. In ancient Chinese or in Western Christian religion, death is actually a wonderful thing. However, I don’t know how they kill me. You know, the pain is much more painful than death. Thinking like this, I followed the girl in green to a wide and long river. There are no big waves in the river, only some tiny ripples, flowing quietly. There are cold trees on the shore, and the yellow leaves drift on the water one after another. They touch the water lightly or heavily, which is like sighing each other and comforting each other, then gently flows away with the river. The yellow leaves fell into the water and felt sad respectively. I sighed to myself. But when I was sad, suddenly an old man came to me at least several hundred years old. He was all white, but his two eyes were dark, bottomless. I came forward and bowed to him, which was a greeting. The old man looked at me, opened his red lips gently and said leisurely: Why do you hurry back? In fact, people are the same everywhere, as long as the soul is with them, as long as love and yearning are with your relatives, you will be together. Think like this, don’t you think you will become peaceful and calm? This river has been going on for tens of thousands of years, and it has always been such waves. This is a kind of practice, a kind of mind, and a kind of attitude towards survival. Yes, why didn’t I think like this before? However, having said that, I still want to go back to see that this is not a lust for the world, but the practice has not yet been achieved. Therefore, I wanted to say something more with the old man, but the old man had already disappeared as soon as I turned around. I have to go back! I still have to go to work tomorrow and take the language test. I still think like this stubbornly, even if I go back and finish the test, I will come back. No, they have already said impatiently. Therefore, I also got up angrily. Isn’t there any reason? Was the big data era originally like this? I was arguing doubtfully, dancing with my hands and feet, but I found myself lying on the bed quietly, watching the time was just in the winter morning of this year, and it was not until six o’clock. Unfortunately, the dream disappeared, leaving only some incomplete memories. (Miao Zhengguang) Zan (prose editor: Ke Er) spring snow elimination Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

I am

Cicada has been in the soil for seven years, and it can only live for seven days after breaking the ground. The cicada on the eighth day, however lonely, still chose to work hard and live without giving up. The melody played in my heart depicts the figure I wish to think about, follows the trend, is trembling, listens to the real small voice, and waits for the dawn to come gently. Living in this world, things around are changeable, disturbing, laboring, and helpless. As time passes by, I have doubts, wavers of faith, and gradually ignores the true thoughts in my heart. Cheap comments and incited emotions are often the reasons why we tend to give up our original insistence. It is basically impossible for people to say they don’t care at all in their opinions and others’ opinions. Everyone has experienced different experiences. It may not be true to judge and evaluate others according to their own world outlook and values. It is true that the reason is clear, or when you are placed in the position of being commented, you will have deep experience by talking out in a gloomy silence or indignation, but most of the time, you are still doing things that you think should not be done. Perhaps, what we wish to think and insist on now does not seem to be consistent with the stream of consciousness of the public at the same time and at the same age. Therefore, from a certain level, it seems out of place. Based on the consideration of external opinions, I had to change my original intention to make myself look not that Maverick. In the process, contradictions and struggles constantly impacted my psychology and consciousness. In this way, it was gradually assimilated and finally disappeared to the public. Not firm faith, calm mind and insufficient efforts are also the reasons for giving up. What Mr. Yang Jiang said is that your problem mainly lies in not reading much but thinking too much. Even if you think with evidence and reason, if you think too much and too much, you will easily get into a corner and then become wild thinking. Many things are specious, with no exact measure or fixed answer. After hovering in my mind for a long time, the result will be blurred. Impetuous, outside and inside, so the pace of moving forward will hesitate, and the direction of moving forward is no longer clear. Blind efforts are mostly in vain, and the original dream cannot be realized eventually. Most of the time, failure is not because we have not paid enough, but because we have decided to give up at the moment when a thought flashed through our mind; Success is not because we have done perfectly, it’s just a little harder than others. Please set foot on the journey of complying with your own mind. Even if the powerful outside world treats each other coldly, you should not be dissatisfied and seek perfection; Even if you often have the idea of giving up in your heart, you should adjust and change it in time, learn to endure confusion, learn to be unwilling to be lonely, learn to calm your heart, learn to concentrate, and learn to set off without hesitation. On the way, we analyze the cause of the big and small affairs; On the way, we have a broad vision and a broad mind; On the way, we have a good mind. On the eighth day, cicadas walked alone and also had bright scenery. 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…

Spring *

Why is there a little coolness when the breeze blows over the face? A touch of fingertips, wet, feels salty. I always see the camphora trees on both sides of the road shed leaves in spring, which may also be one of them. It is obvious that they have passed the severe winter. Walking on the Boulevard, leaves were separated in pieces. They were green and red, but they still fell down. The Sound of crack and crack was their last breath. I can’t cover my ears, or even dare not. Someone has to bear the last sound. Because maybe a spring rain, maybe a road cleaning, they will lose their voice and eventually turn into a blank soil. I was the only one on this road. This road was so long that nothing happened except fallen leaves and nothing happened except fragmentation. Walk quietly, dare not look back, also dare not take out the phone to find someone to talk, is I need a quiet environment, or this environment needs me, maybe Tai Chi… Withering and withering are a choice. The chosen one is naturally good. As long as it is not painted with green paint, the one not selected is not bad. Naturally, let it return to dust, soil to soil, and return again, if the soul is reborn again, it may change its appearance, but the essence remains the same. No, maybe the nature of some leaves has changed, which may be more suitable for survival, but I still think the constant essence is what history chooses. Suddenly there was a fallen leaf in front of me, holding it with both hands. The unyielding soul made me tremble. It is telling, I am listening, Zi Qi and Bo Ya. Under mountain water. As if I heard something, I smiled and put it under a tree. This is what it expected, then I will finish it for it. Unconsciously, it was a long way to the end of the road, but I felt it was so short. Some sounds came from my ears. It was the voice of Spring Silkworms, the first love of tender buds, the gathering news and my heartfelt voice. 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…

Quiet

If life is the Maple Leaf after the new rain in the empty mountain, then my life is a Orchid hiding behind it and watching far away. For a long time, I, who is independent in life, would rather be abandoned by life than stand out from the crowd in the secular world, because that is not the life I want, nor my habits and personality, my life and life are the outcry in the empty valley, marching towards the distant place forever. Quietness has become the theme of my life. It is the violin played in the heart Hall, sometimes it is mini dance, sometimes it is meditation or humor, whether it is soft or slow, they are all happy and quiet lullabies. As I said, I was extremely simple in my life, as simple as a bowl. It was because of this that my life was as quiet as blue, and my soul and spirit were highly autonomous. Yes, I live in the secular world, and there are also the so-called seven emotions and six desires of ordinary people, children and long emotions, as well as the five needs of human beings mentioned by Maslow. However, after experiencing too many ups and downs in life, my heart suddenly woke up, and I also understood the lesson of greed and loss. Only when life is simple and quiet can life not be tired of material desire and trapped by love. The spirit travels far away like Kunpeng! Thinking about life, time and time are always leaving us silently, but our hearts and spirits are still living in the waiting and expectation of tomorrow and tomorrow, and still living in the current secular world, the world of mortals and noise control our time and space and latitude. Confusion, pain, entanglement, contradiction, distress and so on have become a disease of the times, which has to be said to be the sorrow and misfortune of life. Objectively speaking, the mastermind of this reason is society and utility. However, the key is ourselves. If you don’t follow the trend, don’t follow others and learn to be quiet, just like me, natural Life will not live like this, on the contrary, it makes life and life comfortable and calm. What is strolling, what is picking chrysanthemum East fence, what is peace, what is heaven’s health, gentleman’s self-improvement, all these are related to quiet, imagine how a quiet life can mess up the mind and mind, how could it be coerced by the present? Therefore, quietness is a good cure for the current disease, and also the beginning of leaving the past and going far away! When I tasted the quiet spring, my life went to the distant place unconsciously. What was the distant place? Is it the sky, the promise, the Zen and the selflessness? Is it white clouds or luxuriant grass, the vast sea or the starry sky at night? These can be said to be, nor are they, but one thing must be that: time is drifting away from time. No matter what you are doing at this moment, your heart must be an empty field, a fresh pasture, happy and light stream! In my opinion, this is freedom, the bottom of the fish, the sunset glow and the lonely flock fly together, and the Autumn Water is the same color as the sky. It’s just that you can enjoy yourself in the sky and enjoy yourself in your spare time. The universe is boundless. Quiet, let life in the distance! These years, thinking of the benefits brought by quietness, my heart is naturally filled with sigh, sigh the choice of life, sigh the pity of time, sigh my reflection and awakening, let a life without doing something regain a new life. That is to say, since getting along with quietness, my life and mind have changed unconsciously, no longer suffering for inaction, no longer worrying about tomorrow and the future, no longer complain about the past and the injustice. On the contrary, let nature go and naturally become the law of my life and the foundation of establishing myself. Didn’t you say it’s quiet and rich? Only through personal experience can you know its cleanness and sweetness. Yes, now I am more pure in emotion than in the past, more poetic in spirit than before, and more adaptable to the changes of the environment in life than in the old age. In a word, silence is like a cup of coffee, which tastes great! Yes, the coffee in life is too expensive, which cannot last for white-collar workers and nobles, but it is quiet regardless of the rich and the poor. As long as you want to own it, it can accompany you at any time. As long as you are willing to give up, give up material desire, and be with the literary fragrance and nature, life will naturally be as brisk as a boat. I dare not say that quietness can make you famous, but I dare say that quietness can definitely make your life change from nothing to existence and from inside to outside. This is my personal experience and the sigh from all the benefits of quiet life! Kafka is so, so are Rilke and Holderlin, especially Osho and krishnamuti! Finally, what I want to say is that quietness is a cup of fresh and pleasant afternoon tea. You can enjoy yourself in leisure, play music, listen to the sounds of nature, enjoy literati calligraphy and painting, and watch the situation of chess, of course, you can also burn smoke and boil words like me. More life is sitting in the window bar, letting your thoughts flow, memories surge, tides or orchids, gains and Losses depend on quietness, because quietness will tell you where your life will go. Even if you sit still, it is also Zen. It is the so-called water to the end, sitting and watching the clouds rise! Life goes far away unconsciously! 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…

Met

Fact, all. I am really like him. Him. It is the most stable one among them. Unlike other people who are ambiguous with many girls. But it’s not that I never get close to other girls. His friends are always laughing. And he always kept silent aside. Sometimes, I just think. Is there no one who can pry into what is hidden in his heart. Even his closest friend. Then I will feel. He must be a person with special connotations. He must have great ideals. He must be saving something he thinks he must have. So we should live a low-key life. So I am willing to be a supporting role. So. It seems to be deified by me. I can’t let others say that he is not good at all. Then I still lived a humble life watching him. Like a goblin hiding behind the huge bluestone for fear of being hurt. Carefully. With deep eyes. Peep at the shining black angel bathing in the sun. Then do nothing. Just staring at it like that. Silently care about. Is always quiet. I also thought about it. Can’t be like a high school student. World this big. It is not easy to meet. You have to cherish it. We can’t wait until the end to begin to lament. Then every time I decide. You will feel the flames rising behind you. It is full of unprecedented courage. Then I will think of it again. In fact, we are the kind of graduates. I will never meet that kind of person. Now friends. They are all scattered around the world. Unless very better. Maybe I will meet again after separation. If no. That can only be their own safety. So. I always think a lot about me. In the entanglement again and again. Stumbled forward. Never progress. Until one day. It seems that he is actively walking towards me. Who says. Waiting is the first age of life. I waited quietly, but my heart was still happy like a child. Now I think it’s a bit naive. Such shift. My overwhelmed. His deserved. Gorgeous interpretation. I hope that’s it. In this way, I supported walking with a rare tacit understanding. Walking happily in the dazzling time holding the hand of time. I always think we are very suitable. It is destined that only I can be happy for the people beside him. My courage small. Want to much. But I never think I am inferior to anyone. I don’t gorgeous. But not hypocritical. I exist in reality. He not words. But have idea. It is very similar to my temper. The book is right. Two people who attract each other. Not necessarily the opposite character. In fact, people with the same temper are more strongly attracted. But. Later later. After all, we should go one side. It turned out to be because of his life. The first thing I met was not me. I was not the first to be tempted. This memory. I cried for a whole night. That’s it. Original. The Dark Angel that goblins have been watching. There is a destination. That’s it. Meet You. It was my most beautiful accident. 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…

Swallow

As soon as the spring day arrived, the winter cold was still chilly. The memory of childhood in my sleep flew in suddenly. The singing like swallows woke me up from my dream, and my thoughts returned to the real existence, it turned out that the winter bird was singing outside the window in the morning. I empathized it back to the beginning of the years, and the memory about it was blooming in my memory. When I was a child, I lived in a tile house. I didn’t know when to build a bird’s nest under the roof beam during school and play. On an autumn dusk, I was extremely annoyed when my mother forced me to do my homework after school. It was at this moment that a swallow flew to wear and looked around in the yard, then I looked at me who was already familiar and strange now, and then I flew to the home nest of the warm Harbor where she belonged. However, I always ignored her existence and became a distant place at close range. At the same time of self-accusation, she was delighted and stared carefully. She saw her flying down to the Bird’s Nest and looking around again. She didn’t enter the nest until she was sure to be safe. Then I noticed that she was pecking food in her mouth, and went back for food, for herself or for her lover or children? When I was thinking aimlessly, she flew away again. Looking closely at her bird’s nest, it was simple and solid, tightly tied at the corner of the roof beam. The color was similar to that of the wood. I really didn’t know where he was without looking carefully, this is one of the manifestations of her self-protection. Finally, I couldn’t help being happy and shouted to my mother who was busy in the kitchen: Mother, swallow’s nest! My mother was calm: she had been there for a long time, and their children had grown up to be free to come and go, so we should pay attention to everything in life. Because of my love and support, she can live and work in our home. If her nest is broken, she will definitely find another new place to build a new nest. The toughness of life should be like this. Why should I embarrass them? When I was enlightened. The swallow flew back again, looking so brisk in the gentle light of the sunset. He pecked food in his mouth, and then another pecked food flew around, then both of them flew to their nest. Now I think of that unforgettable scene, what a happy home it is. Lying in the air, it is warm and comfortable, quiet and peaceful, and close to each other. Autumn and winter are coming. The weather changes from cold to cold day by day. Swallows have already flied far away in my neglect, and there is no trace of searching. Only the Lonely nest waited peacefully. Another spring came, and my expectation of freezing for a winter began to recover, longing for the familiar swallow day by day. After school, in the sunset of spring day, green buds came early and grass blossomed on the road. I went home happily with my schoolbag on my back, and felt something moving on the roof beam. I looked up in surprise. As expected, there was a swallow standing timidly in front of the nest which was still solid after a winter. I suddenly felt strange. No matter how carefully I looked at it, I always felt that the nest was Yan Fei, and she looked at me strangely. Mother saw this saying: Maybe the swallow of last year had already killed himself or him in flight or somewhere else. This swallow who came back to the south, or their fellow countryman or relatives, or accidentally found this nest, wanted to settle down here. Isn’t the nest a family? As expected, she began to repair her nest after she was sure of safety, and soon she had a spouse. They lived a simple and abundant life like last year’s Swallow for food and reproduction. Swallows are so complicated, so are people! We can completely enjoy the beauty of the original nature and the simple life by simplifying many external and material feelings. How can we not live a short life happily like swallows? And learn to enjoy the short happiness of life. The beautiful picture of the country which swallows around the beam was frozen into an eternal beauty. After reviewing and sublimating at this moment, it became the eternal memory. Love it, love it, beauty in my heart, long years, everlasting. 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…

Goods autumn

Autumn is getting deeper and deeper, the wind is rustling again, and the water in the Blue Pool is cold. A pool of water lily withered her charming face, and the turtle, treasure and fish princess who was afraid of the cold also hid in the deep water and disappeared. The coldness of autumn and the touch of scenery always remind me of the sad mood of autumn when I was young, and the ridiculousness that I used to imitate others. When I was young and middle-aged, I liked reading “A Dream of Red Mansions”, which was turned over and over again. What left the deepest impression was Lin Daiyu’s Two Poems “singing of buried flowers” and “wind and rain in autumn window. I often murmured in my heart that the autumn flowers are bleak and the autumn grass is yellow, and the autumn night is long; I feel that the autumn window is endless, and the wind and rain help the desolation, because I like it, the poisoning is quite deep, almost fell the root of the disease of fear of autumn. Every autumn, listening to the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, I groaned without any reason, a burst of sadness and desolation. Later, I repeatedly chanted Liu Yuxi, who was sad and lonely in autumn since ancient times. I said that autumn was better than spring. When the sky is clear, a crane leaves the clouds, it leads poetry to the verses in the blue sky. The Heart is unconsciously influenced and expanded by the optimistic spirit of the poet. People are finally saved by the poet. Not only is the heroic spirit born immediately, sweep away the sentimental fragility of the little woman, gradually, the character is as mature as autumn. Since then, I have been deeply in love with autumn. I like to walk around in autumn and look at the branches and leaves, flowers and fruits, golden valleys and the fragrance of four wild grains, appreciate the colorful autumn, red autumn, Green autumn and yellow. It was another afternoon when the setting sun was shining on the window. The warm autumn sun poured into the house, on my body, in my arms, on the books in my hand, facing the light of the autumn sky, my heart, warm into a river of spring water. I couldn’t help rushing to Nanshan. The Nanshan in front of me was like a bride with heavy makeup. The torch on the slope was as red as fire, and the trees were red with autumn frost. Such beauty shocked me and surprised me. The large sea of flowers woven by red leaves and torch trees is like flowers and non-flowers, but leaves and non-leaves. It is in full swing, as colorful as clouds, yellow in green, red in yellow, light or deep, it is either light or thick, shining under the autumn sun, and the quiet beauty appearing in the warm and hot is picked up casually. What is touched is a wisp of incense. Press the shutter and what is received is a painting. Here is like the Fenglin Valley of Huanren, which fulfills my lovesickness dream of loving red leaves. Wandering around in this tranquil sea of flowers is like entering a Fairyland or setting a paradise. I really want to sit by the small wooden stool in the sea of flowers and drink a glass of wine brewed by red leaves, although the wall-climbing Tiger didn’t get drunk tonight was overgrown by mistake due to the drought in summer, it was autumn, which showed its elegant demeanour. Climbing the wall and climbing the cliff, hanging trees and hanging red, it was not flower red, but more colorful than Flower, the delicate appearance of natural pose and makeup is very eye-catching, and that piece of red leaves becomes the bright color in autumn. Willow trees at the foot of the mountain along the road experienced a life-and-death hardship in the severe drought in summer. At that time, their branches were weak, their leaves were thin and yellow, and they even couldn’t stand the gentle breeze, and their leaves were often fluttering. Every line goes to the tree, and I can’t bear to leave with pity. I struggle with them silently, hoping that they can get through the difficulties. God gives them rain and dew, the two drizzle after autumn filled the dry and hard earth, and the soil became soft. A few days later, I saw the grass and trees in high spirits. The Willows seemed to return to their youth, and the yellowish willow leaves turned green again, the thick Willow is as elegant and soft as a young girl’s long hair. Touching the grip lightly, it is so soft and smooth that the Willow finally wins the chance of giving birth. My heart is filled with great joy, I couldn’t help but thank those two continuous autumn rains again and again. Walking in the warm autumn sun, I was so enchanted that I really wanted to become an autumn insect, lying quietly in the picture scroll of autumn and having a beautiful sleep, letting the beautiful dream stay with the Autumn in My Heart, which was so plump, so mature, so gorgeous, so romantic, I can’t help loving autumn. However, autumn is also bleak, with cool air, cold wind and cold water. If you love autumn, you should try your best to taste it. Tasting autumn is like tasting tea. If you taste carefully, you will taste poetic and pictorial, mellow wine, beautiful poems, beautiful words and a kind of artistic conception of life. Taste autumn, like drinking chrysanthemum tea, thick, long charm, drunk in my heart like (prose editor: drops of ink hurt) spring snow Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…