Lost

The night is already very deep. The noisy village town gradually calmed down like a tired baby. I didn’t sleep, lost sleep, and didn’t feel sleepy at all. I have asked myself for thousands of times, but I can’t find the answer at all. I only know that my heart is blocked with sulk, upset and anxious. I stood in front of the window, pushed open the screen window, took a deep breath, and felt that the air in the midnight seemed to be much more refreshing. Without the turbidity in the daytime, my mind gradually became clear, take a cigarette and watch the cigarette ring fade away slowly until it disappears in the vast night. The neon lights on the roadside also pull the whole street very long, which seems to have no end, there were only a few moths dancing on the yellow board, no stage, no audience, no applause and applause, only persistence. Stick to the dream of pursuing light. I, a person who claimed to pursue dreams, lost myself in this noisy, turbid, indifferent and Lonely City, and could no longer find the way forward, I have tried to sober myself up for countless times and tried hard to find my way home, but once again I lost myself in the world of materialistic desires. Without pursuits and dreams, what I left was just my body, maybe only death can be released and reborn. 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. 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…

Year-End

New Year, new year, close at the end of the year. Always manage the work performance in the past year and plan the work ideas for the next year! There is always an Annual Meeting. The eight rules come, and the unit is afraid to have dinner, but there are still some people sitting together and having a cup of tea to talk about the old feelings. Talk about the gains and point out the lessons, and report to the old comrades who pay attention to the development of the unit to report the annual work effect of the unit, which is always happy and detailed! Of course, enterprises are not restricted by this. Some generous bosses will distribute year-end bonus at the table of the annual meeting, and more generous bosses will take out boxes filled with cash as you like, the only regret left in the laughter is that I hate my small hands! Two words for the annual meal, happy! New Year, New Year, reunion time. I always beat my parents before New Year’s Eve. Although my grades were neither worried nor happy, I didn’t dare to hide half of my scores. I wanted to report to my parents about my efforts over the past year. I always visit relatives and friends that I haven’t met for a long time. Although I can’t avoid some topics that I don’t like, the feelings diluted by time are rapidly merging. I will always sit in my neighbor’s house, regardless of the length of time and form. Thank him for his help and care for his elders. By the way, I will talk about what I have seen and heard outside and my views on some issues, which truly shows that distant relatives are not as good. I will always invite my third-five classmates to pay a visit to her teacher who preached and dispelled her doubts at different stages of life, talking about the friendship between classmates, old anecdotes and deskmates! Two words, love, question! Year, valves, melt feeling norm. In the era of sending letters, you will always send a word at the end of the year to explain your missing. Later, it was simplified into a postcard, and a name was always signed on the paper which printed local customs. Most of the contents were formatted and printed by machines, but the missing remained unchanged. Entering the era of mobile phones, we began to send WeChat in groups, and we didn’t even want to sign the name. Only after receiving the reply that I didn’t reply to the group-sent message, I would blush with shame, but the missing did not halve the score. Now in the era of WeChat, even the time for searching the address book has been saved, sending blessings directly in the circle of friends, but the yearning is still so strong. The annual interest rate is two words: constant and strong! Year pass, year pass, food and homesickness. I like to accompany my parents and lead my children to stroll around the new year shopping street, choose spring couplets, buy Fu characters, buy lanterns, sweep dust, clean, Post and hang, in addition to the old and welcome the new in the sound of firecrackers. I like to stroll alone without being disturbed, looking for the alleys of the old city, the places where children play in the old time, the taste on the tip of the tongue of the old time, and see if I can keep up with the changes of the city. I like to buy food with strong local characteristics on a large scale, not only for tasting on New Year’s Day, but also for stocking up a lot. Before leaving the store, it is filled with traveling bags, and I share it with my colleagues when I am outside. More often, I taste, use the smell of hometown to relieve one year’s homesickness. Shopping and stocking up the new year’s goods! Wintersweet is getting heavier and more fragrant, the new year is getting faster and closer, and the homesickness is getting stronger and stronger! But in this strong homesickness, I stick to the Chinese taste of the new year. 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…

Autumn

In the morning, I was called by birds again. Seeing the fallen leaves outside the window dancing gracefully, it startled the autumn wind for a while. The scattered ferns were dotted in it, and the leisure of evacuation came into being. Therefore, I lit it with a cigarette, sat idle, listened quietly to the sound of autumn, and watched the scenery of autumn. Looking through the plain notes soaked in your mind quietly. The corridor of memory brings some inexplicable melancholy. Imagination always grows in places you can’t see. The floating leaves gently touched the face of the years. In the era of pure water in the years, only a few wisps of fragrance of memory were left, which were flowing everywhere. The dew falling in autumn is lonely and fascinating. The sunset glow dyed the drunk dusk, smearing a faint color on the Daydream sky. The fragrant fireflies shuttling back and forth in the world will suddenly feel that they are like a delicate dandelion and can not see the outline of the years clearly. The beating tip of the pen breaks the lingering years like water. On the road of life, there are not many scenery that can stay in the bottom of my heart. The residual image in my memory made many people search hard in the autumn season. I hope that the lonely soul will not drift from place to place any more and can find a place belonging to itself. I am used to holding the plain pen in my hands, and the lonely sigh seems to be as clear as yesterday. Destined to meet each other from a thousand miles away, or not to meet each other. Maybe, in the dark, fate has already been doomed. I can’t help thinking that we met in the crowd of thousands of people, neither earlier nor later. We met in this way, and we were impartial. Then gently greet: Oh, you are here too. Every time we talk, there is an inexplicable warmth. In this happy and sad day, one person can read another person to sleepless. I used to see Huang Ju farewell to you, but now I can hear Xuan Chan. The cicada of autumn, do you still remember our appointment? Looking at the yellow floc on the ground, who can stop and look at the long gate alone? Graceful and graceful memories are shown on tour in the cinema of life. In my life, you are destined to be my insurmountable love. I will write the misty rain all the way into poetic lyrics. I hope that one day, you will follow the thread of autumn and sing the warmth like water and years. The years are passing ruthlessly, but our story still exists and the flowers of yesterday are still bright. Tonight, Xinghui drinks and sings. The horizontal pipe blows a flute, making a romantic song of the world of mortals melodious and lingering on the pavilions, pavilions and pavilions. Fuqin splash-ink, writing poetry incense, with each other, End of Time. In the quiet autumn night, I gently held the warm sunshine of autumn and dyed the fragrance of the whole world. Let the whole life be charming and light, sing around the whole life, smile and enjoy the beautiful night together. The call of the soul flows silently with your fingertips. I wish myself a beautiful reverie and collect my love in autumn. Your fragrance cleanses the endless sadness of wuzeng and softens the blue ocean in my heart. The elegant fragrance fills my empty heart. Since ancient times someone autumn. However, I appreciate the sadness and loneliness of every autumn since ancient times. I say that autumn is better than spring. Because autumn makes us know how to look at it. In this autumn season, a thick feeling is accumulating. It is also in this exciting season that it is easy to think of the Daydream pursued day and night in my heart. In the autumn of that year, you and I held hands to cherish each other. How many beautiful times did the world of mortals meet. Inch paper square note, poetry has been carried out. Your coolness moistens my heat mania. Even though youth is fleeting and fireworks are cold, I still stand by lovesickness Lake. I will put my eyes into a tough string, crossing the horizon and accompanying you. However, in autumn, I like to be alone. Being alone with nature seems to have a feeling of creating everything in my heart. Everything is born in the heart, and everything is destroyed in the heart. I like the fields in autumn, watching the continuous clouds in the sky, birds returning home at night, and farmers returning home. At this time, there was Chen Ziang: The former did not see the ancients, and the latter did not see the people. Thinking of the long time of heaven and earth, I cried out alone! Feeling. I like this feeling, being away from people, and the night is desolate. Time flies, in the long scroll of fleeting time, only the imagination of autumn. Everyone has his own imagination in his heart. To be honest, the leaves will fall down and will not grow until next year. Just like the autumn wind, the selfishness in my heart should be cleared. When it is time to fall, it will fall. I always want to hang it on the branch. Year after year, the soft branch will bend or even be broken. Autumn is full of love, and the wet Heart Lake is everywhere. With autumn, hold a volume of yellow poetry; With autumn, weave words without sleep. In the wind of words, in the autumn wind, the sky is high and refreshing. 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…