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I saw this article from my friend’s space. Apart from lamenting the talent of my friend, I was inevitably impressed by the emotion expressed in the article. Is this an article? It is simply a monologue of the soul, I advised my friend to register and publish on the literature website. My friend smiled and said, “it is purely self-entertainment. I don’t want to make this mood public, and then publish it after obtaining the consent of my friend. —- Inscription outside the window author: Xia Zhifei snow outside the window, it is already spring. My heart moved with a bang. I wanted to encounter that flower, that leaf, that grass, and that dancing butterfly. With a feeling, make sure that a fate will meet in this season. Those emotions placed in the poetry of Tang and Song dynasties, those years which were not spread on the light rice paper, were always clear in black and white. He always persuaded himself to believe in the past and present, and firmly believed that he was the Green Lotus in front of the Buddha. Otherwise, how could those spiritual things come as promised? For example, an melodramatic text, a favorite net name, and that casual addition. Buddha said, everything has love. We believe in our hearts. We can ignore the simple or gorgeous coat that the secular gives you and me. I am only looking forward to meeting each other in a certain season, making flowers dew and the wind warm. Should this season be spring? In spring, the vigorous spring submerged the deep and shallow vicissitudes. Outside the window, there is the figure who is eager to accompany, which condenses into dew on a flower, writes delicate on a leaf, and shows the soul on a grass. The long cold and warm, the long sorrow and joy, in exchange for a moment of possession, the flowers fell at the moment, without complaint or regret. No complaints or regrets, in my mind, in the text, charming hovering. You can open the window, open the door, or even step forward. However, embracing requires courage, and there are too many reasons to make passing shoulders eternal. Beautiful, eternal because of passing! Then, tell yourself that it is not because I am not brave. I have taken steps. It is not because of your cowardice. Isn’t it really cowardice? Why did you ask for her when you suddenly came back? Spring flowers only bloom in the season. No matter how dim the lights are, they have nothing to do with the season. It turns out that these sweet lovesickness are just the imagination of you and me. There may not be dewdrops on the flowers outside the window, or most of the time, they are just the sweetness that dust lust for and the charm that they look forward, just think about it. The flowers outside the window bloom alone and wither alone. Then, frankly speaking, I have neither butterfly wings nor wind freedom. About the past life, about the Buddha, who still remembers the appearance of Qinglian? The flowers outside the window are blooming, you must have seen it. You see, pink, yellow, delicate, gorgeous flowers bloom! Can’t You Walk beside her? You clearly smelt the smell of your previous life. The flowers will bloom. You think with ease. She didn’t come this spring, neither did you. Flowers of another season will also be outside the window. There are no identical two flowers in the world. No matter how similar they are, you know clearly in your heart. But you have already sat in front of the window, played plain piano, read the golden Sutra, and got out of the dust. Then, add another friend. Through the window, through the screen, through the thick glass 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…