The dream

Time is engraved on the past, and whether the persistent dream ripples due to the quivering between dribs and drabs. The passing time, the passing warmth, the cyan sky, the clouds and haze have already disappeared, a dream of wind, flowers, snow and moon. Whether you are overlooking the distance now with your sad eyes. Whether the imaginary wings are still soaring persistently in the wind. Whether the trace of love has already changed its appearance. Tears in eyes, people in missing, thousands of promises, whether they have fallen flowers and become flowing water, the heavy footsteps have been held for thousands of years due to a beautiful dream. The fireworks across the bank were flourishing like the golden years; The sunshine after the rain and the gathering and scattering Dykes unconsciously made ripples of dreams. In the reincarnation of deep and shallow fate, the love thought held up by both hands, let the lead shine, without any regret. In that colorless night, the wind quietly knocked at the window lattice. I couldn’t be calm in my heart in the dreamy obsession, maybe it was just a grain of sand and a wave in the sea. The rivers and lakes of wind, flowers, snow and Moon have hesitated, expected, gained and lost. A period of past, a shallow emotion, but unfortunately cooled down to the end can only be interpreted with a once, with a calm to cover. What can the short ripples of dream be counted? The Long Song laughs at the sky, seeing the light of tears, the sadness in the bottom of my heart, the ripples of dreams, but only the innocent eyes are hanging on my face. When life responsibility becomes the leading role, where can the dissolute soul truly find the placement of soul? Where will the ripples of dreams get temporary peace? I couldn’t help asking lightly, why did the original heart that was once hot become so slim now? Is it because the hair has never been white, the beauty has never been old, or because of the agreement that can never be realized, let oneself trudge and wander alone in the misty and rainy south of the Yangtze River, does it seem to be at a loss? The persistent dream stepped on the unpredictable lines in the fate. Even if the journey fell many times, it would not be annoying that he walked out of the immature past, what can the short ripples really be? When all the memories are deeply locked by the misty rain, which can’t be worn through and can’t walk out, I want to borrow a few wisps of misty rain to hide myself deeply in this mysterious country of poetry garden, but faith involuntarily made me try hard not to forget the dream. The soul is on the shore, the soul is stranded, and those little regrets and feelings in the heart will be like the lotus on the soul. Every night, it will always be occupied by some wet feeling and light up the ripples. In the silent season, though Misty and rainy, the world of mortals has fallen, hiding in the cool breeze. Those poetic, pictorial and true words, somehow, are totally different from what I thought and what I saw. Just like this fairy tale that can’t stand the test of time, it is getting farther and farther, getting weaker and weaker. No longer sentimentally attached to the road that came, all the sentimental past, persistent dreams, casual chatter and lost tenderness. Then whether it is just because of existence, but because of concern. Whether it is only because of persistence that it ripples. Whether the passing years will one day never find the traces of the past and the traces of the past. Hey, what can the short ripples of dream really count? A few photos of childhood, the time painted with bright ink, the past and drizzle were finally just a disrepair Chen Huang paper painting, which was scattered in the wind with a slight touch. Just like the ending without a beginning, who still remembers who is the past and who is the paradise of his life. After going through the ups and downs, when desperate to retain, the so-called Freedom, the so-called good life, wake up now, is it really the Concord dream? How can those persistent dreams and short ripples easily smooth the rough times and the yearning for a better life. On a windy night, the corners of my eyes were a little wet. I can’t bear to see that piece of dead leaves rushing to fate without any purpose. What about the short ripples of holding dreams? Whether it was just a short time to stand on the shore of life, when watching the scenery on the other shore, it was just like those flowers, which opened and thanked, and those lights turned on and off. Reaching out and touching the fragile years, the deeper the memory is, the heavier the injury is. However, those memories stranded by time can only be wasted endlessly and disappeared endlessly. It’s OK in the depth of the season, I’m intoxicated with the fragrance of flowers, I’m sitting in the warmth of life with a handful of sunshine, let the ripples of dreams flow under the tip of the pen without hesitation. Sitting at the stern of youth, looking back at the scenery of the bow, the trees on the shore and the people on the shore will all sail far away one by one. Perhaps the only thing that has not changed is the direction of life, that brave and persistent heart. No longer obsessed with the scenery of the past, no longer obsessed with the impossible dreams of childhood, lost things, maybe you should give up, pick it up, in fact, has changed the taste, changed the mood. Don’t laugh, don’t make trouble, there is a faint fragrance of flowers in the memory, butterflies dancing, and the crisp and pleasant voice of the bird, but at this time, you are invited to enjoy this happy time involuntarily and secretly. The ripples between dreams can only stay in the heart pond calmly. Then gently wave goodbye to the moon full of febrile diseases and quietly hold hands to bid farewell to that vague nightmare. Maybe I just thought for a while, disturbing the past, the vanished past. Hiding in the depth of time, I walked into the same country and the same heaven again after a short ripple of dream? Even though the thorns in the front are full of roads, they will hurt their own loose bodies, the red covered by buried flowers and the sadness held by the moon are just passing away with the wind, how can they easily stop them? The ripples of the dream, the short confusion, the distant distance, but at this time, I am no longer confused because of the persistent yearning. 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. 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Return

I have been working outside for 12 years, and I have also been a wanderer for 12 years. My mother and I are far away from each other. Naturally, we are far away from each other. Only when I come back can we get together. Looking back at the beginning, once I disclosed my return date to my mother, my mother always tried every means to ask me about my detailed return situation, as if she was afraid that she would miss these questions she should have asked after I got home. Twelve years ago, I signed a contract to teach in a remote county near Guizhou. I opened more than two hundred kilometers with my mother in my hometown. The night before leaving home, my mother packed the cotton tyre that bed made specially for me for me. After finishing the knot neatly, my mother breathed a sigh of relief and said that I was unfamiliar with my life, all depends on my own efforts. I will go back to my hometown after long and small holidays and winter vacation. The National Day holiday was coming soon. I heard that a wireless phone was installed in the canteen in the village. I hung up a phone for the shopkeeper and agreed to make a phone call with my mother at 9 o’clock in the evening. When talking, my mother couldn’t bear the excitement and said happily to others that her son would be home in two days! When I hurried back to the county, it was already dark. I received a call from my mother from the village canteen to my mobile phone. My mother said a lot, even the neighbor’s Buffalo fell down the mountain with me. After dinner, I asked my mother why she thought of calling my phone and saying so many words. Mother said: you took a passing car for a whole day, in case you fell asleep and missed the intersection of the town and forgot to get off. You have already asked your eldest brother to wait for you in the town by motorcycle. I felt extremely ashamed at once, and forgive me for calling myself a man. In my mother’s eyes, I was the son who never grew up in her heart. She was full of expectation for my return date, but at the same time she endured the suffering of worrying about the safety of my return. People say erhangqianli mother worries, I said back Baili homalium hainanense sorrow. But mother’s sorrow permeated with the pleasure of our reunion. I think, deep in my mother’s heart, this pleasure became the spiritual support point of my journey back. Eight years later, I quit my job and went to the provincial capital for further study for three years. My mother came to that remote small county to take care of my children. My main journey back in the past three years is always divided into two sections: first, I took a three-hour train; Then I took a four-hour bus. My mother hasn’t seen a real train so far. The first time she heard that I was taking a train, she asked me doubtfully whether it was safe to take a train, I replied vividly as much as possible that the real train was like a big box connected one by one. There were countless iron wheels under the box, and the iron wheels were running like a long ladder tightly, they always run regularly without falling down. My mother’s Hanging Heart was finally relieved. I finally understood that I didn’t do well in taking the train and didn’t communicate well with my mother before taking the train, at least I didn’t make it clear that the train was a very safe, efficient and convenient means of transportation, which made my mother bear the worries I shouldn’t have had on the way back. Two years ago, I went back to work in the city. The distance between me and my mother was far or near, and the transportation was certainly more convenient. However, due to my job responsibilities and the restriction of my small family in the county, I couldn’t go home conveniently, I can only go back to my hometown during the holidays. My mother was obviously less enthusiastic about my return ten years ago. Even if I clearly stated the specific date of my return home, I could not feel the excitement of my mother in the early years, instead, she replied briefly, for example, oh, it’s good to go home, then I soak soybean and cook tofu at night. My mother has passed the year of flower armour, and I have passed the year of standing. Her main range of activities for sixty years is no more than a few kilometers. Mother took the tile house of her hometown as Dot and the farthest dry land as radius, which seemed to delimit an invisible life circle for herself. Now, every time I return, it has become a precious thing in the river of my life. Whenever the car drove into the crossroad of the town and rushed to the hometown village where my mother lived for a long time, my thoughts always surged. The mountains, mountains, rivers and rivers have left the shadow of mother’s hard work. Her waist has been bent into a bow, and she has refined it into a perseverance strength through hard work, shoot me to the city. The closer I got to the village, the more timid I was. I was really afraid that the ruthless years would dye my mother’s hair white. However, I still look forward to the arrival of the return date, because the return date is always fixed, which is the most tacit agreement between me and my mother. 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…