A curtain

A curtain of dreams on the bus this morning, there were not many people, but there were no seats left. As soon as I got on the bus, I found a slightly empty territory and stood up, looking out of the window bored: outside the window, the drizzle was misty. Trees, houses and people in the distance were all covered in the drizzle, like a layer of gauze. Inside the window, it was extremely quiet, as if the people in the car hadn’t recovered from the black and sweet dreamland. All of a sudden, a faint music sounded. At first, I thought whose phone rang. But this music has been sung repeatedly and softly for many times. Suddenly realize that this is not a ringtone, but someone is listening to a song consciously. Listening with breath, I heard that music was a familiar song called a curtain of deep dreams by people of our age: I have a curtain of deep dreams, and I don’t know who I can share? How many secrets are in it, and no one can understand the complaint. It was deeply exposed outside the window, and the fallen flowers became tombs tonight. Spring came and went without a trace, leaving only a curtain of deep dreams and sorrows. The lingering music kept circling around the beam in the huge space, I was also intoxicated by the melodious music. A sudden brake woke up the people in the car, but the music didn’t stop and continued to drift out from an invisible corner. Who can understand my feelings, who will be tender, if you can know each other and meet each other, a curtain of deep dreams in such a misty morning, what kind of person will the owner of playing such a music in this situation be? I can’t help paying attention to it with great interest. I looked over with the music leading the way, and my sight stayed on the back of a strange man, from his shallow flat head, black clothes, the burly figure judged that the music owner was about thirty years old. He was so young that he actually liked such a sentimental music. What resonance would he have in his heart? What kind of confused dream should he have, and how should he look forward to a person who can share a curtain of deep dreams with him? The rain outside the window was still lingering underground, covering trees and houses in the distance, as well as people and Hearts nearby. 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…