Life

Are you still the girl with low eyebrows and shyness, looking back at the soft water? Is it still the innocent little girl? Is it still the cute one that is so simple that the hair type never changes and only combs the ponytail? Is it still the pure girl who doesn’t apply rouge or powder and likes plain face? The first time I saw it was in a morning full of dew, or in an afternoon with Willow fluttering, or on the winding path of apricot flowers with slight rain. In fact, these are not important. What is unforgettable is the beauty of timidity. As time goes by, Tongshan Mountain contains Dai, drawing eyebrows near the water. Cloud sleeve Shuhao wrist, kiss cuiliu in the red sun. At the waist of the bridge, the skirt is full of sparkling stars. There are three or two places in the thatched cottage, and the barking of dogs still smells. The fence is surrounded by flowers, and Xinyan is busy building nests. A few wisps of smoke came from the kitchen, and a good dream made people drunk. However, you, as weak as a willow, are charming in the waves, the Tinky River. If life is just like the first sight, how good. My childhood toys are full of my wonderful childhood memories. Once abandoned in the corner, it was covered with dust, but now it has already disappeared. Young partners, once laughed together, lost together, dreamlike together, grew up together. Up to now, most of them have gone their own way. Few people come and go around. Along the way, how many friends accompanied us? How many friends left at a certain intersection? I left old friends and made new friends. In the process of coming and going, there are some disappointment, sadness and touching. Pick up those first-seen stars all the way, shake off the colorful flying colors like butterflies, and the warmth will wrap around your fingertips and fill your heart. At first sight, it was a shyness that could not be hidden, hidden or hidden. It was always in bud, green and sentimental, hiding there with low eyebrows. It is so beautiful that it makes people imagine a lot. At first sight, the beauty in bud, it put all the good things in the world, old dreams and new dreams into it. Containing but not revealing, revealing but not revealing. All the unknown beauty and hope are stirring, which makes people unable to stop looking at them and envy them. This extreme beauty makes people involuntarily stand on tiptoe, stretch their arms, and even jump their feet to touch and pick. It is a bride covered with veil in the world of mortals. It is reserved and comes out with a subtle beauty that still holds the half-covered surface of the lute. In front of your eyes, your heart is calm, graceful. It cannot be forgotten, nor can it be forgotten. If we say that waiting for thousands of years, but only looking at this world is a kind of too beautiful expectation; Then looking at and getting drunk for thousands of years is a kind of too beautiful temptation. However, it is this kind of expectation and temptation that makes the first sight more lovely and charming, and makes the charming look pale in front of it. You smiled lightly in May when locust flowers were fragrant; You frowned lightly in March when it was drizzling; You listened in the dream when Catkins were flying; You played the piano in the whispers of Yingsheng and Yan. When I first saw it, I was just like a lotus in the clear water, and my timid dream was enchanted in my eyes. It has not experienced any vicissitudes, nor has it been stained with any dust. There is no entanglement or connection. It is like a holy angel, wearing a pure and flawless halo when it comes to the world. It is as beautiful as pear flowers with rain, plum blossom as glittering and translucent as snow, as charming as peach pollen in March, and as graceful as Willows with thin wind. In the world of mortals, many of the first beautiful things have been dyed beyond recognition, and the original intention has changed in the vicissitudes of wind and rain. The exclamation that everything is different makes the flowers wither over and over again. I really want to freeze the beauty I first saw forever, just there in bud, without blooming or bearing results. Those beautiful hopes are always crowded in it, constantly give people strength and dreams. If life is just like the first sight, what is the West Wind painting sad fan? 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. 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Yes, from the perspective of life, I am an extremely simple person, as simple as flowing clouds. I didn’t do it on purpose, but when there were so many people with me in the years, I didn’t know why they felt ashamed and ashamed. Then in that case, I will be at ease and be at ease. In the days of being happy with the circumstances, words naturally become the ocean for me to release my soul. There are two kinds of explanations for words here. The first is others’ words, that is, being read, and the second is their own words, that is, expressing. But no matter in my heart, it is no doubt that flowers and plants meet the sunshine and seabirds meet the sea, which will make life uncontrollably cheer from the inside. I remember that in the early 1990 s, I encountered a series of books of great men in the world, which covered all aspects of individuals, including works, thoughts, behaviors, psychology, manners and cultivation, including privacy, birth, aging, illness and death, and spiritual monologue. The whole set is divided into seven or eight separate books. After reading them one by one, life is like exile in the open wilderness, with clear air and free access, and the soul suddenly wakes up when breathing. I am glad that I have such an affair in my life, which makes my mind open and closed completely. Unconsciously, my spiritual quality is marching towards the height of civilization. Maybe for this reason, my life and soul were excited, which made my thoughts as bright as starry sky, so that the magma of years came out from my heart, and I looked at the green, fat and thin scattered on the ground, the deep heart is like an enduring ocean, galloping with joy. After having such experience, life naturally said goodbye to the past by accident, and learned to be alone, quiet, simple and Cook words. Every time I encounter rainy days, it is a kind of enjoyment for me. My heart connects the past with the future calmly, accompanied by a window of rain and evening, a wisp of wind, knocking and beating, after one or two hours, fallen Flowers are flying on the manuscript paper. The lips opened with beads, which attracted the fragrance of spring all over the room, full of vitality. Frankly speaking, the place with words is the scenery of my life, and the scenery here is unique. In other words, as long as life is connected with words, the soul is facing the sea and blooming in spring. It seems that I don’t remember how many words I have read, just as I don’t remember how many words I have written. However, every time I face the words, my mood is the same, that is, my heart is like a surging sea, which gradually submerge myself in the besieged atmosphere. Sometimes I even regard words as a boat. No matter sailing with the wind or sailing against the water, my heart is a sea of joy. I dare not say that the beauty like music makes me forget about it, but I absolutely dare to say that since words enter the core of my life, my heart, the charm released by my spirit is no less than the twinkling starry sky and clouds in the dark! I remember that I once wrote such a sentence, cherishing the past of life and dancing to bring myself into the world of words. Yes, by accident, words took me through an obscure age, and took me out of the Depression and swamp of life, as well as snow mountains and deserts. Now, my heart seems to have already entered an open pasture, living freely in the poetry of seeing cattle and sheep in the wind and grass. I don’t expect to become famous and get married, and I also ask others not to ask where I am going, because the place farther than the distance is the hometown of words! I clinging to my own pursuit, just like the waves aroused by words in my heart, which combined life and spirit into one, and made my soul become an endless ocean, and the blue ocean is the yearning for the soul to think all the time. When life is there, the released emotion is the flying of soul in low altitude! Words make me forget my age and all the unhappy times. Behind this forget, no matter in the deep memory or in the real environment, I am an independent myself. Get drunk for words, dance for words, let life pass through the black corridor of years. A book, a cup of tea, enjoy the leisurely time, a pen, a piece of music, it is hard to bring life into the sky of reverie, under the sky, I become a seabird, empty yourself in the whispers or tenderness of the sea, and then search for the next reeds full of white flowers with the waves of the sea. I am The Descendants bred by the sea, it is natural that they would love to sing for the sea. When life wandered along the seawall and beach, the blue sea breeze with hot words, like a bright sunrise, dyed the sea red. At that moment, my heart was completely released like a full sail wandering all the way. In Dongpo’s words, there was neither wind nor rain nor sunny. Yes, over the years, words have brought me life and death, brought me into the memory of past events, and made me have stronger wealth than material. Imagine, what is more worthy of cherishing and recalling in the years than a person who has the literary flavor or handwriting my heart with me? Life is a process. In this long time, the words left by myself are the most beautiful love song left by myself. With this love song in life, whether it is sorrowful or gentle, quiet or high-pitched, it can make the soul like the ocean, releasing the lasting sound of waves! 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”. 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