Walking

Walking on the road outside the village in the sunshine against the cold wind, white clouds walked like sheep on the top of the mountain in the snow-covered mountains. The wilderness was in depression, and the withered weeds made a sound of scrape in the wind, in winter, he dragged his hands of early spring and sang his own songs wantonly. A few pigeons on the bare poplar were fluttering back and forth. The giggling sound combined with the voice of the wind played a desolate song. The long tree shadow was slanted across the asphalt road, and the frozen hands were held into fists and the cuffs were rolled up, still unable to stop the boring yearning in the village walking forward. The rumbling sound of the train echoed in my ears for a long time, carrying the missing to the south to drive to the cherry flowers beside the pond, peach blossoms on the hillside, Green loquat trees behind the old house, rape flowers all over the ground, there is also the murmuring sound of the river at the foot of the Green Mountain, just beside my ears, in front of my eyes, one scene after another. Turning to the bumpy dirt road, the sole of the high-heeled shoes seems to be a little bit higher and shallow, which can not help thinking of the smoothness that people have experienced during the journey. The figure with long sunshine continued to walk to the other entrance back to the village. The crazy woman stood at the entrance of the village with a wooden stick, looking straight at me walking towards me. She asked with a faint smile and affinity what she was doing? The woman smiled at me and admired your walking posture. You are so generous and polite. He approached me while talking, and his heart was pounding and jumping, and he stepped back intentionally. I told you that I liked singing most when I was young, but unfortunately I lost to the environment and the fate. The words patted my shoulder, humming that my future was not a dream and walked home. At the moment, what is in front of me is not like what others have said. The crazy woman is not crazy at all. It is just a different way of releasing and venting her depressed heart. At that moment, I admired women silently in my heart. Her experience and understanding of life made me understand that the dream I pursued should be pursued persistently no matter under what circumstances, don’t leave regrets for life. Walking into the village, the wind continued to blow, but it was not as biting as outside the village. The Sunshine also seemed a little warm. As winter passed, would spring be far away? Heart suddenly enlightened. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…