Suddenly

Late Autumn, a flash of rain sprinkles on the pavilion. The Sill chrysanthemum is sparse, the well Wu is messy, causing residual smoke. Sad, Wangjiang pass, flying clouds dim sunset. Song Yu felt sad at that time, facing the water and climbing the mountain. The pedestrians were sad and tired to listen to the long water flowing. The cicada is singing the fallen leaves, and the grass is declining, and the corresponding noise is loud. A Song of late autumn written by Liu Yong described the late autumn vividly and blended the scene. I always like autumn, especially late autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the moon is soft and the wind is light, everything is quiet and beautiful, as if living in fairyland. I like this season, especially the brightness of late autumn, the maturity of late autumn and the sorrow of late autumn. It is estimated that this feeling is very similar to the sadness in my heart, and there is a slight sadness hidden in the graceful and restrained. A gust of wind blows from the lake, soft, light, withered residual Lotus is swaying with the wind, floating leaves are swimming around the lake; Some flowers begin to fade, and petals are scattered in the air, there was a faint lingering fragrance; The phoenix trees on the roadside began to shake off the yellow leaves, falling on the ground one by one, adding a few faint desolation to this autumn. Is: wordless alone on West Building, month hook, lonely Indus Shen yuan lock clear autumn. There are many poems and sorrows when flowers fall on the ground. At this moment, I can’t see the osmanthus anymore. The intoxicating fragrance of the other day has disappeared. I searched in the wind, but I didn’t smell the bleak cold blowing out from the cold, it seems to be a signal from late autumn: suddenly autumn is deep! It is not too much to describe this time with the word “cold and clear autumn”. The feeling that forced into the bottom of my heart, with a withered breath and a little bitterness, adds a lot of colors to the previous words, my thoughts passed through the water of the reeds and across the shore. I don’t know that sadness, but have I ever drifted through that window tonight? Those mottled past events, those flowers blossoming and falling, all became the mark of years. After all, they could not achieve a satisfactory result. They could only fill up a poem and continue to write a story. They could only make a period of time to be quiet and beautiful, and. Thinking of this, I smiled. In fact, missing is also a kind of beauty. Fortunately, everything can be as you wish, but in the corner of the heart, quietly, for a long time, put a name. Even if the time is too late, what about Sijun’s white head! In late autumn, it was always a little thin and cold, but my heart was warm again in my palm. I wanted to write some simple words, but I didn’t write about Fengyue or you, but after writing down, I still provoked the lovesickness on the paper. When writing down, I wrote your name and painted it, just draw your face. Those once beautiful and warm are vivid in my mind. I can only fly with the breeze of late autumn. Wish a person’s heart, the white head will not be separated, this is the hope of many people’s heart, and how many people can not reach the dream. Standing at the intersection of late autumn, I suddenly realized that holding the possession in my hands was much more real and appropriate than being far away. Walking in the twilight and late autumn, I gradually experienced the unique beauty of this season, which was not only half fragrant and half thin, but also a hint of hope all the way in the setting sun. Close your eyes and think, life is like this. There are always some imperfections that will follow you. But please don’t complain or sigh. Just listen to the sound of flowers falling quietly, you can hear happiness calling you: a thin coat, a wisp of sunset, the softness of the face blown by the wind, and the fragrance of food. This is beautiful, and this is enough! I don’t know when the sky gets dark. The moon has risen up to the sky quietly, and the clear glow shines on the Phoenix Tree Forest in front of the door, spilling out the ground with tiny wisps. I stood in the moonlight, listening to the silent tears of the frost under the moon, watching the chill spreading over the treetop of the Phoenix Tree, scraping down a few yellow leaves and stepping on the rustling sound. I couldn’t help sighing: After the rustling leaves withered, the rustling face was pale. The wind gently kissed the fallen leaves, leaving a deep feeling. In the depth of time, the moon seemed to shake. The night gets colder, and the Autumn gets deeper. Poet Haizi said: in this world, autumn is deep, what should be obtained has not yet been obtained, and what should be lost has already been lost. 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…

Illness

Oh, you don’t know. When you go out, the sky is blue and the road is open. She sighed excitedly to her colleague. Most of the people who have been ill for a long time are like this. The same is true for those who are calm like me. There are only three days, no friends, no guests, close the phone at home, or read books, or stand on the pile, TV news and literature and history programs can also be browsed; when it comes to the activity, I will cook a delicious meal for my family, make some hygiene, and trim some flowers and plants. Because thinking of the bustle and right and wrong in the office, the so-called acquaintances were mostly drinking and bragging that were common, which was irrelevant, and they met unreasonable troublemakers, which caused trouble instead. Compared with the family, it is definitely clean. Yes, it is clean. If this kind of purity can last longer, it will become an attitude and a distant state of tranquility. On the way to be on duty in this way, there was only the late spring of less than 5: 30. Catkins were still there, and the wind was wisps. Walking through the streets on weekends, the returning guests enjoying the scenery seemed to enjoy themselves without diminishing. The boats were set; flying kites in the blue sky in the garden, Zi Chou Yin. A pair of old people who came out of the park stood by the roadside hand in hand, waiting for the space where the traffic flowed into the river, passing through peacefully. The old woman was a little short, and the old man’s hair and beard were all pale, so he couldn’t look at it. At a glance, we could see the elegant demeanour of that year. It was hard to find the reputation and contribution he once had, but we couldn’t find. There were only a group of young men and women who looked like fourteen or fifteen years old, either standing or squatting, laughing, beating and scolding. If the laborious parents saw this situation, I couldn’t help worrying about it. Poor children, innocent families, are they quiet, or are they not innocent because of their default? Moreover, it is said that the young people who are a little older on the street all drop out early, either in high school or junior high school. They don’t know whether they are wage earners in the car dealership or those who have no choice but to tolerate their families, I rode a kind of short and thick refitted motorcycle with a circle of neon lights; What was particularly arrogant was that the horn was weird, and the sound of the motorcycle was like the three wheels made of soil in the countryside, beating and ticking, swaggering across the street, everywhere, showing off and chasing the wind, is that the grandson of the old? Thinking about this, the brilliance of dusk is exactly in the west of the city, gradually converging, the night wind is blowing, and the dryness is slightly removed. There are also quiet teenagers who are afraid of playing basketball and constantly put their bodies in the courtyard of a small unit. It was often heard in that morning, and the birds’ singing in the evening came from the shade in the yard, adding mystery and curiosity, which made the curiosity so quiet. After taking over, there were already few people in the office, only the switch in the square electric furnace where I boiled water, ringing from time to time, echoing in the dark corridor. Put away the schoolbag, put away the desk, clean up, open the window lattice slightly, and send a text message to the colleague: I have taken over, please rest assured. In addition, I want to write something in the evening, and I also bring dinner. I don’t have to eat in rotation, you don’t have to come, and I will deal with other things well. I will close the phone later. If there are special circumstances, please call on duty. Later, I told my wife the phone number on duty. Because I knew that when I glanced at the quietness and noise on the street, my heart was still peaceful; I also knew that there was still more than ten hours to go to the complicated office work tomorrow. For more than ten hours, I stayed alone in a quiet place and could write, draw, read news, especially prepare a scholar autobiography that I finally met. Drinking such peace and freedom that I had thought of and stored all night long, the Peach Garden and peace and tranquility. When reading in the afternoon, I read a sigh from Zhou Bo in Han dynasty after a period of life and death: I only know the power of the princes and generals, but how can I know the dignity of a little jailer? When thinking of those complicated and contending world, competing for profits and doing their best, how can we know the comfort, quietness and value of a night, a shabby room and a back? However, there is still a doubt that when my female colleague was discharged from hospital after a serious illness, she was praised for the beauty of life and health, that kind of experience and the ability to practice knowledge and practice strictly, do you still have that kind of detachment ability when you go back to the original life of debris, and in the numerous organs that are jealous, peeping, arguing and even making trouble everyday? At this time, the long night wind, in the window lattice I opened, raised the blue gray curtain, dancing one by one.. 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…