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Life is the rush of mountains and rivers, the obsession of all the dust, how many love and hate mixed past, the clear years, the desolation of eyes, it is just a moment of staring at me when I am at a loss and tangled in my heart. There is no need to panic or look around. If you know how to put it properly, the unhappy factors will wander around and find no direction. Winter is cold, and there is sunshine, which penetrates through the blocking of glass ice. It is warm and shining. Outside the window, large tracts of bleak scenes begin to be released everywhere, gradually spread out the cold gas field, everything was dormant, and all the Green seemed to stop growing. Frost fell, arrogance, cohesion of mind, unable to spread wings and fly. Living near the window, taking a touch of warm sunshine in winter, lightly holding a cup of tea, nourishing the heart, cooking words, grinding ink, the fragrance of years, and warming into poetry at the fingertips. Everyone has his own color. No one should care too much, sigh with emotion, and do not need to interpret the small mentality of various guesses, we should know how to stay away from some fragile and sensitive hearts, only in our own city, abide by simple and pure existence, do not need to rely on others’ arrangement, and use gentle heart, go to wash the card of fleeting time. The distant mountain is the wind, and the near water is the moon. Try to stand yourself in a soft posture in the wind and moon of fireworks. The world of mortals is the deepest ocean. All kinds of affection are warm in the eyes of the four seasons. How many overlaps of fate are there, and how many emotional entanglements are forgotten, passing through temptation, bypassing the fence wall, heart, fortunately, I didn’t lose my way. I have been staying here for a long time. I will have your memory and taste it repeatedly. Every day, I tried my best to unite my mind and let a few lines of thin words open gently. Sometimes I was happy, sometimes I was crying silently, which were all small emotions without comfort and profound meaning, there is no need to guess jealousy, just for a piece of inner comfort, to cover the wind and rain of the fleeting years, if, you smell the path in my words, no need to be curious to hide, just remember, there are some happy melodies waiting for you in this half acre square inch. 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”. 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…