Purple

In such a morning, the sunshine is clear and cold. From the perspective of meteorology, it is early winter now. On the long street with heavy traffic, people were in a hurry. The sound of the car is noisy. This is the marketplace. It is life, real, fresh and warm. Walking alone, I suddenly felt lost. It seems that something has been lost, but in fact everything is still there. Ears can listen, eyes can see, heart can feel, and love can also love. I don’t know why I want to cry. There is a soft corner in the deepest part of the heart, which contains many beautiful things, such as youth, love and ideal, which have nothing to do with reality. I haven’t written poetry for a long time. Poetry is a gift of youth. When I feel that time flies, the feathers of poetry drift away, and Love Letters at the age of 20 are still there, however, poetry became the yellowish petals caught in the pages of the book. What a wonderful memory! I was like a child 20 years ago. [[I know it’s the same now, you say I’m just like I don’t grow up too much] in this early winter, I suddenly remembered that Ningxia. That summer, when you came back from the Army, every day became my holiday. There is a mountain five kilometers away from my home, which is full of purple flowers that I can’t call. On that day, you said you would take me to see flowers. You drove me by yourself, and I sat on the front beam of the bicycle, sticking to your face all the way. Pedestrians are rarely seen on the road far away, only the tall trees along the road and the vast wilderness on both sides of the road are seen. The slight wind blows, and the whole world is full of fragrance. At that time, there was no song [Ningxia]. Many years later, when I heard it, I remembered this day. Gentle, soothing, simple, after all, it is still beautiful. The mountain is so big that there are only two of us. We picked countless flowers, and finally we were so tired that we only had a hug. Many years later, I only remember that I cried, and so do now. I am used to expressing happiness with tears. When I came back, I still sat in the front, full of colorful and elegant purple flowers. That purple is the color of youth, love, beauty, mystery and slight sadness. Along that way, petals drifted, fragrance and sweetness spread all the way. Such happiness has nothing to do with money. I am sure that this is the happiest day in my life. That Ningxia, that day, that lavender day, those purple flowers. They covered the memories of my whole youth. I was so happy that I wanted to cry. I have never been to that mountain, and those purple flowers have already fallen into mud. I don’t know where to leave the fragrance. But in the deepest and deepest place in my heart, the silhouette of love is always there. In this early winter, walking alone on the busy street, I suddenly wanted to recall. Like (prose editor: indifferent) 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…