Autumn

I haven’t seen the lingering autumn rain for many days, and the basin is sunny all day long; The autumn wind is blowing, the fruit fragrance is overflowing, and the autumn inside and outside the city is high and refreshing. It made me suddenly want to write something about autumn leaves, so I calmed down and wanted to chase a ray of sunshine outside the window, letting my heart gallop and wander with me. When I opened the glass window and the door, a breeze blew on my face, and my cheeks felt a little cold, which made me feel a little tired and fresh. Looking against the window, the fingertip full of traces of time outside the window immediately touched my heart. The distant mountains stretch across our eyes, and their colors are colorful, like camouflage clothes worn by soldiers, which are more dazzling under the sunny sun. It was ye dressing up this autumn day, and she counted pieces of deep feelings in this autumn day of four seasons cycle. I want to greet, leave a private word, sing my favorite mountain red, and write a note of Acacia! Ye, it seems to hear my heart words, starting to ferry a little. That was the journey of Ye’s return. At this time, I was moved and filled with my heart. Ye, how many times have I wanted to get close to you, walk towards you, hug you, kiss you, appreciate you for bringing me a hint of green, thank you for caring and loving the climate of human needs. Let my heart be safe. In this sunny autumn day, my heart was full of fear, which seemed to twine my heartstrings. I seem to see Ye’s happiness and sadness before returning! Ye, she left the last splendor before returning to the world, in high spirits, singing and dancing lightly, like a happy angel. And my ear seemed to hear the sound like gossips again. Oh, it turned out that Ye was whispering to me. She listened carefully and said that she was so reluctant to leave her home. She said that she had to wait and see while walking. Sometimes she could only hang in the air to refine the skills of flying people. She was willing to stay for one more minute at last. Ye’s emotion is like a sad black exclamation mark! Floating in front of my eyes. Ye is returning, waving goodbye to people, let’s get together in the coming year! The sky was full of red leaves floating towards me. I couldn’t help holding my hands up and holding them in my palm. I was so moved! What can I give you my leaves? Full of tears, I offer my kiss to absorb all the essence she gave me. I took a deep breath, but I remembered the gift from God in my mind! Ye holds it in his palm, and love ripples in his heart! A breeze stroked my cheek, dragging me back to reality from the dream. I am still in love with the overlapping leaves in my heart. Oh, it seems that the beautiful memories in life can be regarded as my attachment to leaves! Xiao Mei wrote in front of the table on October 15, 2014 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…

Dead

Don’t worry a long-lost heavy rain dampened out the hot summer day. People can finally walk out of the steamer-like house to enjoy the cozy coolness and the smile on their faces, it’s just like finishing a big event in life that breaks people’s heart, but with the piety like being grateful to God. Taiyuan is the biggest city I have stayed in for 26 years. The prosperity here makes me feel inferior. That night, I walked under the magnificent Yingze Bridge alone, and the bright red in the distance even made me dizzy, I listened to the quiet flow of Fenhe River around my ears, and also listened to the sound of horns rising one after another on the bridge. I closed my eyes and imagined all this as an incomparable concert, I am absolutely a person listening with my soul, but there is no seat in the concert hall of Nunda. What I have is only a narrow corner, more importantly, it seems that all I can hear is whether I am not satisfied with my life. I haven’t laughed for a long time and don’t know why. Since I am unhappy and don’t like this place, why don’t you go west to Dali? I often walk alone on the streets of Taiyuan listening to this song. When I’m tired of walking, I just sit on the road for a while. I don’t know how to walk, he took off the earphones and asked passers-by who were in a hurry by the roadside. It seemed that he had gone to Dali alone and walked aimlessly everyday. Maybe one day he felt really tired, he would take off the earphones, turn back, and then go back on a road that I don’t know if it is the original road. I said to myself, how far you go is not afraid, as long as you don’t forget the direction of your home. Besides, you are not going far now, even just standing still, or even, it is better not to leave. There is a place called Shangri-La in Yunnan, where beauty is fascinating. I think if I go there, I will forget how to go home. Shangri-La means happiness in Tibetan language. A few years ago, when I contributed to “Bud”, I wrote an article named “looking for Shangri-La in dreams”, and finally the editor-in-chief left me a message, he only said one word, you ‘d better go to Shangri-La by yourself. I have always remembered this sentence for so many years, and I have been looking for opportunities to go to Yunnan, but after so many years, I always mess up my own affairs, and then there will be a person called a noble person in the divination to wipe my ass. At those times, I was really proud and proud, if I caught a friend, I would say something like I am a lucky general, because at that time, no matter what I did, at least I had a bright future which was envious, jealous and hateful among my peers. Then, I experienced a dreamlike change in this frivolous and impetuous age. If Su Wukong lived in the contemporary era, when he was in the stone, he would be crushed by all kinds of detonators and explosives and all kinds of mechanical equipment, because in this society, even if it was just a dream of making Havoc in Heaven, he would never let it happen, what’s more, you are not a monkey, what’s more, you don’t have the fate of a monkey, what’s more, you don’t have the ability of a monkey, what’s more, what’s more, you are just a monkey for you, just a thought of you. I often laugh at myself when reading books. You can’t even be a loser. You can’t even be a beast. Every time I read an article or a book, I would close my eyes in the middle of the night and recall every character and every thing in the chapter. This is my freak, no matter reading or watching movies, I never care about the fate trend of the protagonist, because the fate trend of the protagonist in current movies and even books makes people think of the ending at the beginning, only the vagaries of the hero’s various of encounter, those to experience a, yi wan help cut yi wan a version, we observe is this 6 billions or 7 billions people inside someone’s mental position, I never envy, never envy. What I like to speculate is the fate of passer-by, whose father and whose child he is, What did he do before and what would happen afterwards? This blind speculation made me even think about tracking someone in real life. I told a friend who was engaged in psychology about my status, and she told me: even if you know everyone’s stories, you may not know everyone’s perception, when tomorrow’s sunshine shines down, we will direct different stories in each other’s life. She told me that I shouldn’t transfer this kind of blindness to others. She said that the reason why I did this was that I lost the direction of life and lost the confidence of life. After hearing this, I strongly opposed it. I said that there was a direction in my life! Don’t let those who love me down any more! I said I also have confidence in life! Step by step, let all the people I love live a good life! What she said later made me speechless. She only said eight words: Cherish the present and live in the present for a long time. I have been trying to figure out the meaning of these eight words, in fact, what really inspired me was that my heart kept asking myself: why was I speechless when she said these eight words? Don’t I really cherish it? Or am I always living in the past or the future? This confusion has been bothering me until now. Sometimes I feel that I have figured it out, and sometimes I feel that I am still walking in a mist, it was not until recently that I rented a small house of less than 20 square meters that I realized that for such a long time, I had been too dependent on some kind of external power, I always thought that I could do what I could do with this power, and I always looked forward to my beautiful future too much. I forgot what a person’s future was and what a person’s past was, it has been a string of beautiful bubbles, and I also forgot that one’s future depends on one’s efforts, persistence and strength, it depends on one’s tolerance and unyielding! However, only when facing the reality and living in the present can we shoulder these responsibilities. It is not surprising to live in the bubbles of the past and the future forever. The most important thing is that those bubbles will break sooner or later. I don’t know if I have finished writing here. I always feel that there are still a lot of words in my heart that haven’t been written. But when I light this cigarette, I rub it on the keyboard and don’t know what to write, those ages of literary thoughts have passed. Now I can only find the basis of my existence in the vast sea of books and people. Many of my articles will read different articles every day, when I met different people, I wrote them all lightly into my diary. Maybe someday in the future, I could take them out and then look at the sloppy diaries, lighting a light cigarette, sitting in the pleasant afternoon sunshine like the last bus, he said to his shadow: Hehe, you don’t worry about your life, hehe, in the end, end with the lyrics of a song from Yu Quan what power makes us strong What is leaving let us sad what is giving let us be magnanimous what is ending let us grow what desire makes us crazy what is distance makes us watch what oath makes us imagine what wind and rain makes us wander like (prose editor: drops of ink hurt) 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 opened Pei’s door gently, and the room was as before. There is a thick Scripture on the table, beside which is the scripture that has not been finished. These strange Tibetan characters are like water streams and mountain streams, Orchid valleys and clouds. The rustling five-color prayer flags outside the window reminded me of that autumn. On that day, the sky was like washing, and the clouds were like White practice. I followed my friends into this unknown temple, which was full of blooming dahlia flowers, with fresh and warm glamour. The butter lamp was dizzy in the dark Buddhist temple, and the golden Buddha statue was quiet and serene in the beating candlelight. Sometimes, a person’s quietness depends on his heart. It seems like the distant and ethereal Sanskrit in memory, the poetry about love and praise, the love without ending and the young and early death. I suddenly felt that I was not in a specific place, but walking through the footprints of time in the fragrance and mist. A monk in crimson robe passed. The dragging clothes gently touched the arm. A young back, his crimson color gradually disappeared in the darkness. It is like a fragment of time, from performance to curtain call. It is like a memory in life, from meeting to separation. It may also be a scene in reincarnation, which has long been forgotten in the dust of history. Friends often come here, and they are familiar with many monks. We sat and listened to the elder monks telling stories of the past. Looking at the wandering dogs in the temple, they were lazy to nap on the corner of the wall. We came to the monk’s room, eating delicious dried fruits and listening to good music. Wait for me to fetch water for you. Pei smiled and said. When he turned around and left, his back seemed familiar. The five-color prayer flags outside the window rustled. Second, we will also chat on mobile phones. Talk about their own cities, their own lives, their own preferences, their own study and work. We will also talk about Cangyang jiatuo and his poems. Perhaps, at first, my yearning for Tibetan areas originated from Cangyang jiatuo. At those times, I always wanted to see the land where he lived and the grassland where he reincarnated. Although, he was just a distant figure, dragging his crimson robe and disappearing in the darkness of the corner. There are many hidden things in my heart, which turn into a beauty, just like the moon on Dongshan Mountain, walking out of the peak gently. Like this one. You said like but had meet will know each other, meet how disappears. Ande and the King are invincible. Free from teaching life and death as lovesickness. Sometimes, I would also think of Nalan because of Cangyang jiatuo, the words and sentences of Nalan which were so pale that I knew flowers were more colorful, the imperfect love between him and Lu, and the life he died in the early years. You said: gain, lose, life is so repeated. You also told me that your life is related to faith, and it is a wonderful thing to have faith. Pei, next autumn, I will come to this city again to see you. Three golden autumn, everywhere. Monks all argue scriptures during class. I opened Pei’s door gently and sat in front of the table, listening to the rustling of prayer flags outside the window. After graduating from college, I often traveled alone. Maybe for the scenery passing by, or for the growth of life, or for nothing. When I am always a little tired, I am eager to stop, look up at the scenery outside the window and visit the old friends I know like now. Perhaps, I have been looking for such a place for a long time to meet myself deep in my heart. Pei smiled when you came. Well, I smiled and nodded. We leaned on the windowsill and chatted. Talk about this journey, talk about their own lives after parting. Why do you always choose to travel alone? For freedom and hope. I suddenly feel like this. The roses outside the window came with faint fragrance. Autumn here is very beautiful. Yes, it is as beautiful as my hometown. Pei, why did you leave your hometown and come to the temple to receive a ring? Is it because of something special? Maybe, maybe not. I just suddenly figured out …… the warm sunshine makes me sleepy. Do you feel lonely on the road alone? Pei asked me like this. Friends around you always talk about the word loneliness. In noisy cities, they are eager to have true confidants and pour out their joys and sorrows in their hearts, which has nothing to do with interests. Pei, do you know? I have never felt lonely, and I even prefer to be alone. Recall those beautiful scenery passing by, and write down the words in your heart with a pen. Just like the quietness and beauty in your heart when you copy these flowing scriptures. Yes, everything is not eternal. All the noise is finally quiet, and everything is just a process. Just like these flowers in the courtyard, they will eventually fade in winter, right? It is withering and the rebirth of the next season. In spring, more flowers will bloom. Therefore, if you have gains, you must have losses. Gains and losses can be converted. As you said, gain, lose, life is so repeated. …… With you, time flies so fast. Pei smiled and said. Four nights, heavy rain. In the morning, walk to the temple and say goodbye one by one. In the gray-blue morning, there were still monks, wrapped in their robes, sitting under the corridor and reciting scriptures. I couldn’t understand the Tibetan language in their mouth, but I thought of the distant voice, breaking through the imprisoned window lattice and floating to the Earth hundreds of years later. And Pei smile. I didn’t tell you that I would come to this city and this temple in the city in the near future. Just as you didn’t ask me when I would come again? The storm blew down petals on the ground. Pity that they have not passed the flowering period, so they are separated from the world in a hurry. Like, gain and loss. Just like, all encounters are the beginning of separation, and all departures also contain the hope of the next reunion. Before leaving, you take off the Jingang rope in your hand and tell me that the guru chanted sutras for it for a long time, and let it protect my journey safely. You know, I will go to strange and distant places one by one. I will always look for freedom and hope on the road, just like your belief. I know that the road ahead will still encounter twists and turns and hardships. I tied the Jingang rope, but it was not for the sake of safety. Just like the petals all over the ground, the sadness told without words. 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. 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