Hidden

When the autumn and winter came, more than twenty years passed in silence, leaving only a little broken memory, which could not even be seen one by one. I can’t recall the past. All the past is neither human nor human. The same place, a place that once left footprints and joy, can’t match the memory quietly, the fragment lingering in my heart feels so vague again, as if nothing had happened. Such erratic memories have long been forgotten by me in the flowing water of time, just in the cold and desolate season of winter, I was tired of shrinking in the cold and silent corner, and those seemingly invisible pictures were rippling in my heart again. A seemingly seemingly absent picture in the silent dark night inspired the gradual clarity of memory in the hazy dream. So I like winter Yao, I like the days of cold rain and swaying, I like this rainy day to shut myself in the cold and silent lake of heart, quietly enjoy the deep thoughts and loneliness in your heart. In the dead of winter in, keep my heart a little ripples, and then 1.1 point to turn over vaguely imperfect memory of the, not to be frozen into crystal of ice. In the slight ripples, there may be a ray of sunshine shining into the heart and slowly warming a long winter. There is no snow in the winter in the South, but only the cold rain that breeds helplessness and loneliness. The drizzle is a kind of painful pain. When I think of the warmth of sunshine, it is just a cold rain for more than half a month, which makes people silent and helpless. Sometimes I really admire the scenery with heavy snow flying in the north so that I can play in the pure world in the days with heavy snow. In a pure world, people will naturally become simple, while the outside world is cold but warm. I imagine that pure plain color is so spotless, simple, white, and full of the sky, which makes my heart full of simple and plain colors, and also makes my heart spotless. Even I always believe that love is as pure, noble and spotless as snow. As a result, I often went back to my fantasy when I was young, such as the snow on Christmas Eve and the romantic long winter night. Unfortunately, I haven’t really seen the scene of snowflakes flying, and I can’t really feel whether it is really beautiful and romantic as described in the text. Maybe everything is a lie, without missing you, without gentle memories, such as how withered branches can bear the heavy snow. I thought that in the ice and snow, I would be frozen into a painful pain, which made me forget the original intention of romance instantly. I silently stared at the cold rain in the South, imagining the beauty that never existed, and blankly daydreaming. I selectively forgot the pain of cold snow in my memory, leaving the plain and elegant like Lotus, thinking that it could be deeply engraved in my heart. The rain outside was still falling ceaselessly, and it fell very carefully on the leaves outside the window and in the mud, and no sound could be heard. If it was not so cold that it shivered, or I would misunderstand that the drizzle of warm spring moistens the world. I haven’t observed the rainy situation so carefully for a long time, and I haven’t opened the sleeping memory quietly for a long time. Whether I really grow old at any time and start to regain my childhood interest and look for the memory of the past, I am afraid that it is so incomplete. The wet ground was like a mess in my mind, which made me wander between the past and reality, and let me live in an unreal dream. It is a pity that my dream is so far away from the reality, just like across thousands of rivers and mountains, each side of the world will never meet again. This winter is getting colder, not only the biting cold wind, but also the cruelty in reality. I know that when I meet again, when my dream is drifting away, the only warmth deeply hidden in my heart will disappear, leaving the cold heart lake frozen into ice. Meeting is a kind of surprise, a kind of expectation for more than twenty years, and a moment inspiration of friendship sleeping in the bottom of my heart. After the greeting, the window closed tightly by each other kept that pure friendship out of the ice and snow. That love was not as pure as snow. I don’t want to never meet again. In this way, the original innocence and laughter will be retained in my memory. Without any interference, I will hide quietly in my heart forever till old. I have been used to the cold rain here and the miserable situation of listening to the rain and hitting the leaves. I don’t want to see the real snow anymore. Please keep my admiration and expectation for snow in my heart, and let that warmth hide in my heart to accompany me to die. The cold wind in winter is getting stronger and stronger, blowing down the last kapok leaf outside the window, pushing the cold to the extreme. Although there is no white snow in the south, there is a thick layer of leaves on the ground here, which spread all over my heart silently, just like my heart has already withered and spread quietly in the Earth. I think this is the last leaf. The bare branches will soon grow bright red and large red cotton, which is the season of lighting passion like fire. As time goes by, you and I are old. Everything has nothing to do with love, but only a shallow thought hidden in my heart. If you are well, it will be sunny. 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…

Walk

Walking is not only a walking exercise with strengthening and willpower, but also a casual walk in the Park and Botanical Garden. My view of walking is both, and there is no fixed pattern and fixed rules. In recent years, the ease of work has made you spend more time walking, which makes your heart relaxed and your body relaxed. One day, my colleague saw me and asked me: Have you lost weight recently? It seems that I lost seven or eight Jin, so much relaxed. I said ha ha that I lost weight and passed away, which was attributed to walking. Speaking of walking, I have to talk about a joke I heard in my hometown a few years ago, which is actually a true story. According to the old people in my hometown, long ago, there was an official. When he went back to his hometown, he went to the road behind the village every morning and evening, or took a walk or ran, every day. Therefore, many people in the village saw each other, muttering to each other in a low voice: Do you think XXX is running around in a mess every day when he comes back from the outside? Is there anything wrong with his brain? Most people are so skeptical. After many years, people in the village realized that they saw someone like him walking or running on the road outside the village: it turned out that these people didn’t have mental problems, but had foresight. They brought the habit of living in the city to the countryside and took fresh air to exercise in the wild. They couldn’t help sighing that it was better to be a big city! Later, in recent years, I heard that the men and women in the village just had dinner and walked along the village road to the slope and mountain. There were about a small team. Some said it was fitness, some said it was losing weight, and some said it was relaxing, anyway, it is a good habit. When I came back from my hometown, I thought: now the rural life is much richer, and I am trying to figure out the romantic walk. This is the development and progress of the times! I went back to the small town from my hometown, which strengthened my walking confidence and turned the less frequent walking into regular walking. After dinner, if there was no TV program I liked, I changed into casual sportswear from top to bottom and put on sneakers, which made me look like a walk. Wherever the air is good, I will go there. After walking for a long time, I naturally feel that the line of Park and Botanical Garden is good, not to mention the joy and bustle, there are also beautiful scenery, taking a leisurely walk, enjoying flowers in spring, listening to cicadas in summer, feeling cool in autumn, and appreciating silver snow in winter, my mood is also melted into the poetic and picturesque nature, and I have the feeling of fitness, appreciation and pleasing to the eye. Why not do it? If you are leisure, you can not be an idle person, but you can not be free. You can walk slowly under the neon lights to watch, you can trot and exercise, walk around the city, Park and Botanical Garden, walk east and west, be free and unrestrained, and work in the West, legs are long on your body, you can walk as you like, you can walk straight, you can walk backwards, you can stop and go, move your waist, relax your muscles and bones, when I was tired of walking, I went to press my legs on the bustling Xianhe bridge. There was no need to worry about loneliness. There had already been a crowd of people talking and laughing. Even when I press my legs every day, I heard a lot of anecdotes, I also gained something. I walked like this and enjoyed the quietness and leisure. In the process of walking, I realized a truth that walking is just like prose, and it is important to disperse, but it also forms to disperse. Walking makes me reach a new realm. Strolling and walking, the roadside is full of scenery, and the singing is heard beside the ears, starting from the southern end of the park. Dancing in uniform clothes is beautiful and colorful, my wife said they were professional and often went to Qingdao to participate in competitions. I said jumping is different. During the walk, most of them were unorganized strollers, most of the organized ones were dancing, as well as tai chi and martial arts practitioners, both men and women, old and young, with all kinds of charm, even the children’s moves made people stop. You see that the three sticks were so skillful that I don’t know how long I have practiced here? On the bridge of the botanical garden, I saw three or five people playing Hu Qin every night. Sometimes they played carefully, most of which were Peking Opera tones. It sounded so exciting that I naturally felt better, I, who is fond of modern Peking Opera, would sing a few sentences occasionally. Sometimes listening to Hu Qin, he couldn’t adjust his tune. Maybe he was a new student. Someone said he was choked. What I saw, heard and felt during the walk was so much. Take a walk, enjoy yourself, and gain a lot. When you move your body, you will feel much more relaxed; When you adjust and adjust your mood, you will feel much more relaxed; When you observe and observe the surroundings, you will feel a lot of gains. Walking creates a new modern life. Spring elimination snow Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…