Autumn night

Late at night, I sat quietly in the study and read professional books for more than two hours. I was really tired. When I came to the window, I noticed the moon from afar. My mind was filled with the spring. Suddenly I had a desire and impulse to pick up the pen and write something. The Moonlight poured into my study from the window, facing the bright moon, floating thoughts drifted wildly like titbits. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid that the building is too cold. Dancing to figure out the shadow is like the Tanabata night ten days ago in the world. I am also staring at you like this. The night is like a bow, and my heart is reading the distant past with the breeze. Although there is no deep concern, there is always some sadness. Are you okay in other places? On this moonlit night, I always want to write poems to you when I meet on this thousand-year-old Queqiao. In fact, people all have seven emotions and six Desires. Lovers are like wine, and the past is like smoke, which often makes people get drunk and lose their souls? Life has been crazy since ancient times. Not everyone lives so chic and calm. Facing the noisy world, happiness is not necessarily because of having a lot. Holding a piece of true love and loving a period of past is also a colorful life. A gust of breeze blows, I feel a little cool, autumn is indeed coming. I am not only delighted for the harvest of autumn, but also sad for the falling autumn leaves. The residual thoughts are floating with the wind, and the prosperity is closely followed. The eventful years are bumpy, and how many bitter songs are crying. The Autumn of nature is coming, and I am wandering in the autumn of my life. In a flash, it is already: The autumn is far away, but my temples are white and empty to the moon. How many past events are vigorous, and the breeze in both sides sigh the time. How much does Shaohua wash away the wind and rain? Who do you want to express your graceful heart? Fortunately, I am not old. Fortunately, I am not satisfied with being old. The fallen leaves return to their hometowns and go back to school with a slim pen. When reading words and words, you will find new ideas, and at dusk, you will praise the wonderful texts. Haoshou has great ambition to attack books, and he is good at it professionally. How can you raise the whip to increase your hair? Smile and see the afterglow reflecting the yellow autumn. Fortunately, there is a network, fortunately, there is a forum. I met you here, and I appreciate you here. Although not ring fat Yan thin, although non Jade Tree, but anyway we heart-to-heart exchanges, but unobstructive we complained. Why have you ever known each other when meeting each other. Blue sky screen Poly, people Sanqu fragrant Changying. It is a good taste to pay light strings, and listen to the music alone in the breeze. I welcome the sun and moon in this breeze, and I feel life in this light string. 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…

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I have imagined my appearance after graduating from college for many times. I don’t think I will change. I haven’t imagined myself wearing a suit and tie formally in several books, then I wandered on the street with my briefcase on my back; I thought it should be denim shorts with a slim-fit T-shirt, and then with a very satisfied hairstyle I just cut, I thought it should be me. But now I find that I am actually wearing denim shorts, slim-fit T-shirt and carrying a briefcase. Sometimes I find that I am not myself, and even have no idea who this person is. I seemed to feel that it was someone else who drifted around, and then I couldn’t help telling him: Can you be normal! But after all, I am still me, not others. I have no ability to split myself. So I am not happy, really unhappy. I don’t know why time always passes faster than I feel. I think I was still discussing with pyramid selling elements yesterday, and today it has been a year. I have been to Inner Mongolia twice and Beijing three times in this year. I suddenly found that for people who are far away from other places, no matter where the city is, it is actually like this, when you are not traveling and taking photos, but making a living in this city, you will find that you still struggle with eating old horse ramen or eggplant rice every day, I still have to worry about whether to wear a plaid shirt or a slim T-shirt, or whether to report good news or worry when calling home. On the contrary, the things left by Inner Mongolia made me feel very warm. I clearly remember that I promised to go again at that time, but it turned out to be true in less than half a year. I always think this is one of the few sincerity, I am went there for work. Later I learned that the situation had changed. Brother Dong offered me double salary for half a month to compensate. During that period, I had nothing to do, reading till late at night, sleep till noon, do yoga casually for an afternoon, and then get double salary. I think I have never lived such a good life in my life, and sometimes my fate is really strange, I don’t know how good a person is to have such luck. I often feel ashamed of such luck, but I have to sigh with emotion, really, excellent people don’t fit in with each other anywhere until they meet a group of better people. But finally I had to leave. I couldn’t let brother Dong lose any more. I could see brother Dong’s complicated mood, brother Dong is a young man who can integrate the extremely dull coquettish and extremely calm two kinds of split personality which are very magical. He expressed regret, but he didn’t have any more retention, what he has been worrying about is not to delay me, and then offer me a high price for compensation, but in essence, there I am nothing to compensate. Many elderly people don’t believe that young people also have dignity, he thought that was not called Dignity. They thought that some things that young people stick to were naive. Their logic was that young people would never lower their heads and who would lower their heads? Young people who are not unemployed who are unemployed? They regard the edge as childish, and dignity as saving face. Of course, I admit that young people also have childish, but in any case, childish is better than old and stubborn. The night before leaving, it was a day when we had to go to work the next day. We were going to late at night. Before going to sleep, brother Dong stood up and patted my book gently, saying: you bought two books in total here, one is Lu Xun and the other is Zhou Zuoren. I seemed to understand the meaning, so I said: Yes, Ye, two brothers, this is to show our brothers. I thought about it, but I thought there was something wrong, and then I said quickly: no, they ended up falling out, not good!. Haha! Brother Dong couldn’t help laughing, but he didn’t say anything. He finally bought me a plane ticket. I never thought that a local turtle like me could get on the plane. There was a dialect in our hometown that expressed pride and modesty, saying that people would fly their planes, what’s the big deal for me to do this? This makes me feel that the person who flies the plane is the greatest person in the world since I was young, but when I got on the plane, I knew this was wrong, those who can fly planes are far worse than those who can build planes. When I returned to Wuhan from Inner Mongolia, I thought I should write something. I think writing something good is more important than anything else, but there are many contradictions in it, I do often have this idea. I think many so-called articles on the market are rubbish. I have to admit that what these people write under the banner of writers are indeed rubbish, but readers like them, I often had a helpless anger, hating the absence of Qin Shihuang. If I were there, it would be okay to burn the books in the market. I think as a writer and an intellectual, he always talks like a dog alive, and calls such words intellectual, and then sees everyone’s extreme appearance, such writers can also be burned. I don’t require all writers to hold pens as guns like Lu Xun, but as a writer, an intellectual, At least we should care about the social reality and the sufferings of the people. We should hide in the kiln vigorously, pretending to be sentimental, worshiping money, indulging in sex, competing for favor, and finally eating people. The reason why I especially respect Lu Xun is not because of his radicalness or his extremely strong revolutionary thoughts, but because I think of an era like that, he dared to stand up and say something to say when the whole China was in the situation of being burnt. On the contrary, when I looked at Yu Dafu, Liang Shiqiu, Shen Congwen and Zhu Ziqing from this perspective, I admit that they are all excellent writers, but when China is facing the crisis of survival, they are still in the mood to write articles like lotus pond moonlight, I think there is a little wait and then. However, the contradiction is that I can’t get rid of these articles that I look down upon. One of the reasons is that I haven’t really found a writing method to break through this dilemma, in addition, if you want to get along well on this road, you have to cater to readers, publications and editors, the so-called routine writing, nowadays, I seldom read an article on the market and couldn’t help standing up to cheer up. I once bragged to a teacher, I said that I could write 10 articles like this one day, and he said that I had been bragging for a long time. Later, I wrote 10 articles one afternoon and sent them to the teacher, I said I was modest when bragging at that time. I could write 20 articles a day. Of course, this was a joke, but I could prove that I am could be done. Actually, writing was not so noble, it is the same with shoes made by craftsmen, and there is no nobleness. Many people with bad brains always make a fuss about praising workers like Shoemaker. These are all things that laymen like to do, in fact, it is unnecessary. If you think you want to go this way, it is not that difficult. Just go home and write ten articles a day according to the standard of articles in the market, there are 100 articles in ten days, and then you can submit articles everywhere and publish one or two articles, which can make you a little famous in this circle, and then you can write writers. If you have some connections, with a little money, you can join a writers’ association and become a so-called professional writer. So it’s not a big deal. Don’t think how sacred the writer is. The reason why I didn’t do this, I don’t think I can afford to lose this person, Don’t you think there are less cheating things in China? I think writing is a rare opportunity to express sincerity in this impetuous society. There are really too few things in this society, as a result, the only place that could be clean was tossed away by these bastards. Many people don’t believe the articles written by themselves. Those slogans are shouted to others. Lu Xun said that dishonesty is the biggest characteristic of Chinese, none of the articles written by those people is indifferent to fame and wealth, and self-cultivation. As a result, one of the articles played on fame and wealth in private is more disgusting than another. Such so-called writers can also be burned, I have never thought that it is wrong to covet fame and wealth. This is not a problem of right and wrong, but a problem of sincerity. Once I heard a musician say such a sentence: music activities are basically not for music. Then I thought, in fact, it was far more than music. Basically, literary activities were not for literature. I once talked with another teacher, and we all knew that many so-called literary activities were imaginary, this is our consensus, and then I asked, why didn’t I say that directly? Why did I still make the literary banner so loud? Then the teacher couldn’t understand my question any more, so he directly criticized: Only Fools can speak directly. But I can’t understand such criticism either. I am people who have participated in literary activities, if there is no chance to speak directly at the activity site, then I will declare here, if I take part in literature activities in the future, the purpose of my participation is definitely not for literature, but for the purpose of earning money, propaganda, making friends, bragging and so on. I don’t want to say anything big, but at least I have to prove this point: there is nothing wrong with telling the truth. Many people always don’t understand. They always think that people like me have their eyes on their heads. This and that look down upon them. In fact, I really can’t find a reason to look down upon these people. Many people say that I have a high vision. I think this is a misunderstanding. I have always maintained a very normal vision, because your vision is too far from normal. I remember a friend from Inner Mongolia came to see me last time. We went to find a place and got lost, so we asked the boss of a restaurant. The boss told us patiently, after coming out, the friend sighed: see, there are still many good people in this world. Then I replied to him: I said it was normal, It is not up to the standard of a good man. A good man should lead you to that place. According to the truth, a normal person, someone asked you the way, you answered, this is too normal, but what can be labeled as a good person? Then he smiled and said: Well, your eyes are too high. In fact, it’s not that my eyes are higher, but that his eyes are lower. From this thing, there will be a lot of embarrassment like this: people around me always keep telling me that if you want to open up, there are still many good people in this world. I said no. There are many normal people in this world, not so many good people. Then they said that I am extreme and I think the problem is morbid. In fact, morbid people are not me, but them, I don’t know what kind of morbid degree they want to see in the society will make them feel good as long as they are normal. I don’t know where these people have the confidence to say that I think the problem is morbid. Therefore, one day I will let people know which kind of people really love this society and this country! After staying in Wuhan for half a month, I came to Beijing again. It was still for work. Writing in China could not support people, so I had to continue wandering. This is my third visit to Beijing, and it has been a month. Sometimes I think, what does it have to do with me when there are heavy traffic in big cities and the lights are shining under the overpass? According to the truth, it has nothing to do with you and me, but many people with bad brains always send out a lot of traffic in order to express their grievances in their hearts, but the city with bright lights cannot hold such feelings as a little me, I think there is no one that should or must be left or not allowed to be left in the city. This is often the thought of those ordinary people disturbing themselves. But apart from high buildings, I really couldn’t see the soul of this city until once I saw a painting depicting the old Beijing teahouse on a blackened Billboard hidden under a lesson tree, only then did I vaguely feel that I had grasped something originally in this city. When I was walking on the road, I occasionally saw a beautiful lady with fashionable makeup. I couldn’t help letting people see more. I knew she was really a lady, but I still have the impulse to talk to her without any identity. If possible, I can ask her for what without any malice? But she also knew that she was a young lady, so I could only be her guest and not her friend. Therefore, I just think about it. I occasionally go to the Internet cafe. I think the internet cafe is a good place for me to see many real young faces. Every time I see a couple sitting in the box, my boyfriend was playing games with great concentration, and my female friends slept on the seat silently. I was often moved by this scene for a long time. If possible, I would secretly glance at the girl to see whether she was beautiful or not. If I was very satisfied, I would be happy for a while. That’s how I tried to make myself happy. I don’t know how far I will drift or what the future will look like, but I know that dissatisfaction is the upward wheel, in such an age that I haven’t experienced anything, moving forward is the only way out. I don’t have to listen to those words that abandon myself. When I really can’t find the road sign, I have to comfort myself with my own words: you are a prodigy, and the more lonely you feel, the more divine you are. Now, I think of hope. What I call hope is that it doesn’t matter whether there is or not, just like the road on the ground. There is no road on the ground, but someone leaves first, later people will find it easier. 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. 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…