Thoughts

During this period of time, many things were not smooth. I wrote down what the company would do in 2015 unconsciously on the work diary! What! Get how degree! Will it be like this! I wrote a self-statement and wrote down the following short paragraphs unconsciously. For more than a year, apart from moaning a few poems occasionally on WeChat, there is no other word. The prose creation that I think is best at and I like seems to seal up the image. Every day, almost every day! Open your eyes to write materials, then open your eyes to write materials, then write materials! I don’t like writing materials much, but it’s not because I don’t like them. Firstly, this is the capital for me to settle down. Secondly, writing materials also shows that I didn’t put down the pen in my hand, which is worthy of happiness. This reminds me of a story I once heard. One’s lifelong dream was to be a painter, and later he became a sanitation worker when he grew up. Once when asked about his ideal, he said like this: when I was a child, I used a brush to paint on the canvas. Now I use a broom to paint on the earth. I am also happy. The spirit of Ah QDE deeply touched his heart, and this factor became stronger and stronger. I will not give up. Even though there may be fewer manuscripts formed, I am still burning, chirping, thinking about the sunshine that shines on you through the window in the cold winter, he not only sent light and warmth, but it must be like this. At this moment, I can’t feel anything else! I am beginning to become dull and calm, and what occupies me? Such a strong sense of entrapment. Night, deep night. The night does not really belong to the sleepers, because they can enter the sleep state at any time. Night, deep night. It belongs to the night of The Thinker. Only in this state can this space-time belong to the real self, and oneself is oneself. At this moment, the I am happy, at midnight. Writing is free, romantic, simple and narcissistic! You can’t experience anything except writing, and I can’t express myself. It’s not that I am inarticulate, let alone lack of wisdom. What does writing here make me think about the starting point again? I think of some verses. Seeing a mountain is a mountain, seeing a mountain is not a mountain, seeing a mountain is still a mountain, Noble is the epitaph of a noble person, despicable is the pass of a despicable person, the night gives me black eyes, however, I used it to look for light. I stood on the bridge and watched the scenery. People watching the scenery looked at me upstairs. The boat passed away from then on and left the rest of my life. All of a sudden, I felt that there were different combinations of irrelevant elements. The Willow was dark and bright, and a red apricot came out of the wall. At this point, I push pillow sorrow he zhuang, Jianghai doubled wave, tonight sleepless. On January 19th, 2015, it belongs to nanyuzhai Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) to continue to stay with this city in another way I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Snow flocculation

The solar term after the light snow, because of the leap month, the weather is cold and warm at first, and there is no snow. The rolling Lake pushes the ice floc one after another! The lingering waterbirds searched for the hesitated little fish, and the cold wind kept beating the Waterbird’s wings. No matter how poetic it is, it can’t describe the gradual freezing before the winter! A sketch of waiting, how to peck at the blank of the lost October appointment in a quiet posture? The gray wings of flying Crows were dancing in the vault, and lonely dead leaves were flying in a mess in the wilderness. The lonely soul wandering on the dam, and the blurred hesitation flashing in the eyes looking at the distance. The bleak puff in the west wind nodded wildly, where was the endless enchanting and beautiful summer?! Is your crazy dancing posture to repay the tide of endless green onion glory and insufficient love in Xia?! Maybe, maybe not? It is just a cruel reincarnation in life. It doesn’t matter beauty or unbearable! What I am dancing is just the unquestionable body language that I should dance in my life. No matter the wind and rain beat or the cold snow buried, I am still an indispensable scenery on the lake! Cold rolling from the northwest, the pompom-like Sparrow lost the tassel Grain Valley on the beach in panic, hiding in the corner and looking at the wind’s virtue. The motorcycle in the wind is still blue and Jade, and the two mirrors seem to be the wise dragon horns growing on the faucet. The upright figure is just like the winding of the dragon playing in the water. It is strong and handsome, and the wind can not fall down. The clear and crisp mist that could not be washed out in the flying, Dudu echoed in the sky as a string of notes, and the songs in the dam and outside the dam were in full bloom in winter. On snow-free days, the temperature is just beating above zero and below zero, cold and warm in the accumulated temperature of sunshine. Yang jingmo, a warm winter mixed with a slight sorrow. Standing on the lakeside of winter, there was neither a depression nor a rage of xiesili, just looking forward to the coming of a snow. Or exquisite hexagonal glittering and dancing slanting weave, or as clear as cicada wings fluttering, or goose feather velvet spreading all over the world, or as soft as Yang SA poem erotic floating, from the northwest direction overwhelming white and white. In the snowy days, Qian Qian’s hope will be filled with clear heart; The gurgling mind will be supported with eye-catching enchanting. Stick a finger to the soft snow, lick the tip of the tongue lightly, the astringent cool and refreshing all over the body. Thinking, thinking, helpless and struggling, creeping in the hardships of the years, obsessed with not knowing whether the source of love or responsibility is still the same, without growling or pouring. If you want to go to the day when there is heavy snow, the snow will rush from the northwest, like goose feather flying all over the sky, narrow your eyes and greet its speed and enthusiasm with your face, pick up a handful of winter elves with your hands, burning and refreshing. I like the heavy snow very much, and it’s very wet…… Silent pounding on the helpless love pain of years, Let the thick snow cover the painful atrium, and a ling strength can no longer reach the distant rest lingering in the warmth. A thorough pouring of my heart has already washed away my dull hesitation. After the thick snow, looking out, there are cute and tenacious sparrows pacing. Taking bamboo leaves away, what it beats is not chasing or hesitation, but a fresh poem. Patting the dust of the days, combing the long hair of the years, there are already a lot of unconscious can not be put down with every sunrise and sunset, falling from the fingers, the lament that cannot be picked up is like the setting sun that went yesterday, which will finally go away in attachment. The night is always holding the stars in the quietly lit light waiting for a long sleep; The clear glow of the moon is always teasing the fondness of the stars gently. In the middle of the uneasy period, the steps of winter are getting farther and farther, pointing to the winter worm. The cold is burning in the heating furnace, and the cold wind is pulling the airflow from the north, beating the weak heart with the fierce strength of seven or eight levels, relying on the tall buildings? Hehe, beware of bad luck coming across the sky, there is no dependence in the wind! Standing upright is not a must. In the silent night, the snow came, as if it was a war song that could not be subdued. There is no intention, no tone, just raise it naturally, raise it in the falling heart, and gradually strengthen in the swing of the clock. I used to love winter so much. Although there was cold and piercing cold wind, the power of cold and drinking from the bottom of my heart gradually strengthened, the heart which is strong and crumbling in the plain has tension again. Once I was so eager to get sick, even if it was a common cold, I could still feel the honor of someone’s love; Once I was so eager for my willfulness, even after a few days’ long journey, I can still feel a spoiled crazy search; I was so eager that I couldn’t sleep for a long time, even if it was a complete dream, it is also good to let go of your own soul. But after all, no! It was because I owed you too much debt in my previous life that I was asked to pay you back twice in this life, and tied up the responsibility irrefutably with the same obsession! The thin breeze is always the beginning of the morning, and the mileage of time is always starting from the slight smile of the sun. The package on the back is the power of walking and the supply of hunger. You are very heavy with it, but the call of the sunrise, the promise in the sunset, the heart is always warm, love is always heavy. Walking is the freedom of the wind, but also in the vicissitudes of time, invisibly rubbing into the glory given by time, reluctant a smile. On snow-free days, it is soothing, and the changeable airflow collides with the order of seasons. The Spinning Top drooped its eyes helplessly in the corner, and the silence which was almost suffocated was slow, and the trembling wilderness was tasteless. Wind is blowing? From the northwest direction! Isn’t that the rhythm of snow? 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. 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