Interpretation

Try to let go of your breath and find a place where your soul can rest. Living in the comfort of the soul, interpreting the soul and releasing the thoughts gently in the space that belongs to oneself. Let go of the heavy pressure of life, release the soul, fly the empty sky, spread your wings and fly, carry the sincerity, depth and kindness of life, devote your best to write the soul, looking for the bright spot of the future and shining the light of the soul. Although personal hobby is not the most important thing, it is the harbor of your heart. It can make your heart as beautiful as flowers and decorate the colorful and gorgeous life, it is a kind of mood, a kind of comfort, which can give the soul enough happiness. The time in writing is a narcissistic woman, who is free and beautiful, dressing up, elegant plain clothes, smearing the most beautiful warm color in the deep heart. A heart of self-consolation can be carved in the wind and rain, carving the most perfect image in the soul, shaping noble feelings, encountering the most beautiful encounter, which is a pure monologue between the soul and the words, feel the warmth and warmth of the world in the words, and read the beauty of life at hand. Life is a process of ups and downs. Only when you taste it with your heart can you demand the fragrant memories of your life. In the busy life, I never forget that the soul under my writing, the charm, the waves and moods in the writing are all the truest emotions in my writing, it is a pouring out of an arrogant soul, a monologue in the heart, it is like a towering mountain, quiet and independent, with a heart of loving words, a glass heart, clear and transparent, not easy to touch, but broken when touched. The words in the palm have a warm moment, the fertile land of the soul, the warmth of sunshine, the endless ripples at that moment, looking up at the beginning of life, as if everything in life is so beautiful, in the words, there are beautiful mountains and rivers in the works. In the poems, there are light Moon, clear wind, and warm writing, just to comfort the warmth in the deep heart. Words, pour out your heart, it is bitter, aftertaste is a kind of soul ridicule, its heart space, spiritual way, painted gray, in the rising heart, the coexistence of joy and loneliness is the sweetness and bitterness in the aftertaste, and the intoxication that is hard to refuse. When you are immersed in writing, what you taste is life, the low point of your own life, the low point of life fault, and the peak of your failure to reach happiness. When you are depressed, it is a blooming flower of soul, revealing my lonely soul in loneliness. However, at this moment, the space of life only belongs to myself. When no one gives a bright smile in life, then let go of smiling to your heart, letting go of the beauty and peace in your heart, and finding 1,000 reasons to make yourself happy, I will never think about the hesitant world forever, open my heart to myself, fly my free heart to the harbor of dreams. The emotion of writing down, which is pale and Moody, is the slurry of soul, the season of lonely sublimation, the bottom of one’s own soul, interpreting the voice of the soul, when you feel distressed and hard to rely on, when the pain cannot be cured, write your own words to comfort the injured heart, release your pain in the words, and release a depressed soul. Writing, when you feel free to love and be loved, the episodes and sorrows that wash the bottom of your heart are an idyllic field of keeping words. I have learned to interpret the soul in poems, release myself, recite the sorrow of fallen flowers in poems, thoroughly understand the true meaning of life, and find the summer resort of my soul in the answers of life. Thank God for giving spiritual words and wise heart, so that you can cherish your heart freely, freely and indulge your soul of solo dance in the moment of all kinds of worries. The depressed sadness in the words, the hesitation at the corner of the heart, the sincere hope in the heart, and the sunshine and sadness in the heart are expressed by writing in the song-like years, be a true self, calm in the words, and ask freely. Walking forward in the sad journey of life, life is bitter and short, with a plain heart, smiling at life, smiling at flowers blooming and falling, a hint of smoke and rain, no rain, no resistance, no resistance, in monologue words, looking for the breath of youth, time is not old, I am not old, remembering those lost time that still shines in front of me the beauty and past of life can not be left, and there is no plan to stay, those happy and sad are all past, gone away, and all passed away in the passage of time. The people in the story were far away from life, far away from sight, only peace of mind! Writing is warm, time is clear, writing has become the comfort of life, and it has become a kind of beauty to make up for defects. This beauty is too deep into the heart, and the time in the world of mortals is dripping, blowing away the passing years quietly, those who have been warm have already been decadent, and the only mark that cannot be destroyed is deposited in the bottom of my heart, leaving me a long memory of life. How can I feel relieved? The wound will not hurt too much, and how can I interpret it, so that I can forget it! 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. 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Weekend

Weekend dusk, silence and peace is another weekend, in my memory, that time is still there, that heart is still there. Inscription on weekends, after work, the office suddenly calmed down. Lock the door gently and prepare to enjoy the relaxation of this moment alone. Keep the noise away from the surroundings and the heart. I changed to a comfortable posture, leaning on the purple dolphin cushion, staring at the computer without any glances. The small fish in the fish tank kept swimming around with aquatic plants, which was also a world of quiet self. He raised his head and leaned on the chair, looking at the sky outside. It became darker little by little and sank little by little, without the shadow of clouds. I don’t know how long after that, the light in front of the office building turned on, as if I heard music and people’s noise. Those people who came to the square for a walk woke up instantly, I felt as if I had been stunned for a long time. But I still didn’t want to move or make a phone call. I turned out a piece of chocolate from the drawer and chewed it slowly. There was a little bitter, and then there was a little sweet, which lubricated my tongue and taste buds, cherish this feeling of slowly tasting, just like some slowly gone time, and finally disappear in the invisible. The sky is getting darker and darker, and the light is getting brighter and brighter. Raise your hand and rub your eyes. It’s time to go. The elevator came up layer by layer, waiting for a long time, but my heart was so calm. Finally, I went outside and found that the dusk wind in spring was still a little cool. I tightened my collar to prevent the wind from blowing in. Buses passing by one after another. I have passed the station for a long time, and I don’t want to wait any longer. The street lamp extended all the way, and the neon lights on the street window flickered. I could hear the crisp sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the asphalt road, thinking about my heart, as if telling me that I was walking on the way back late. Many years ago, I liked to walk quietly alone with floating thoughts. It was a happy time with a faint smile appearing on my face, faint images appearing in my memory and those initial encounters, those truest and purest watch became distant and unreal in the dusk of this spring day. Through several intersections, I saw the traffic lights flashing out and knew that life needed a short rest and buffer. I thought the pain I could forget was no longer pain, and what I thought I could remember was never forever. Suddenly I understand why sometimes I can be willful and naive, because I am not afraid of losing or leaving in panic; Why sometimes I can’t be free and natural, because I know something I have never owned, I won’t choose or not; Maybe I know that the one I don’t fear losing will always be by my side, just like the shadow; And what I can’t face frankly is the knot I can’t untie, but it has been hiding the deepest fragmentation. What I avoid is not reality, which is not so terrible; What I care carefully is not pain, which is not so persistent. I am just living in a dream in reality, a way of living that I cannot give up. However, the cost of self-suffering is continuous injury and recovery; The cycle goes round and round, and I am still firm, but it is my luck and misfortune. In this way, on one’s way, thinking, laughing, dreaming and being free. The sky is getting dark, the distance between home is getting closer, and the heart is gradually quiet. When I finally opened the door, facing the light, the warmth came towards me. I felt relieved and peaceful, and found a shallow answer. QQ364399664 like (prose editor: drops of ink into wounds) the snow of 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…