Pinellia

If life is like a dream, I will wait for a good time in the corridor of dreams. If the time is like water, I will stay in the paper and ink, casting a mottled silhouette, which is plain and slim, to pull the rush and emptiness of the time. Inscription I like summer, whether it is rainy or sunny. That kind of feeling is like waking up freely from a dream, trying to piece together trivial memories with that honesty, and singing a wandering elegan, looking at the smoke and sand flowing through the fingers calmly. The heart is like floating dust, in this rainy season. The rainstorm pouring down is like a vent to the noise of discontent with the world of mortals, extending the drooping loneliness deep in my heart. With the dust, the fleeting time has turned into a desolate place. Make a cup of tea, sit in front of the computer, let the wind outside the window blow, after the rain, slightly cool. I always like to meticulously carve some words in the space, record the infatuation and loneliness of my years together, and carefully figure out the prosperity or desolation of the world of mortals. Shallow Feelings, condensed into fragrance. Wake up my humble destiny with a piece of heart. Time, soaked in ink, graceful and melancholy. Young and frivolous, no worries about the future, on the way of trekking, they all suffered pain. Time flies, I am used to seeing autumn turns into summer flowers; The annual rings turn, and I see the life and death separation of life. Scenery, human withered flourish, way laugh or cry walks. It was not until I was exhausted that I suddenly realized that the beautiful scenery of the flourishing age would be deserted sooner or later. Too much decadence would only make the years fade early and turn into dust before blooming. Whenever it rains heavily, there is always an impulse to run out to get wet, letting the heavy rain wash the dust in my heart. There are always too many true and false things in this world. I always hope that I can become more smooth. Facing people who don’t like it, you can greet each other with a smile, facing lies, or you can not expose them. Words follow the state of mind, only a few words, just drip in the bottom of my heart when I am lonely. The wound that touches the eye can be forgotten in a flash. Praise (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) on August 6, 2010 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…