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Maybe because it is a woman, she always likes to face the world with a light mood, like the light fragrance, light color, like to show people with a light smile, even music also likes the light melody, in this life, I only hope to be a light woman, not flaunting, not indulgence, with a cloud and water zen heart, shallow and shallow. ——- Inscription low eyebrows, be a light woman, with a quiet mind, build hedges and plant Chrysanthemum, flowers, grass and poetry in your own world. Fish farming, shrimp farming, and temperament. Stitch, lead, embroider a curtain of colorful dreams. A light woman, like poetry and painting, her artistic conception is like a fairy, like a dream, without the breath of fireworks in the world. Her words and talks don’t cause dust, and the wind is light and the clouds are light. She can always downplay those troubles that stumble. The wind and frost of the world could not be engraved on her heart. The warmth and coldness of human feelings could not erode her connotation. Low eyebrows and a shallow smile made all the obstacles relieved. Light Woman, calm, calm, not arrogant, not impatient, there are thousands of tender feelings of water, flowing and free and easy with clouds, between low eyebrows and eyes, is calm and calm shallow smile, like the spring of summer, fresh and comfortable, like the warm sun in winter, it makes people feel warm. The light woman exudes the nature of mountains and rivers in her soul, and her temperament includes the elegance passing through the Tang style and Song poetry, which makes people linger and sigh with amazement when they raise their hands and feet. Light women don’t pursue prosperity, compare with luxury cars and mansions, be content with light days, enjoy the leisure of time in a cup of tea, enjoy the quietness of time in a flower, listen to the wind, enjoy the rain and keep your own clear sky with a cloud and water meditation heart. The light woman, who knows the content, is always happy and takes care of her small home with ease. Although there is no luxury decoration, the cleaning is clean and clean without dust. A few clear windows, I am happy, and my family is comfortable. A pot of flowers and a bunch of grass are scattered and interesting. A light woman, embroidered a picture of home and everything to decorate the wall, but also decorate the family’s heart, embroidered a picture of more than every year to describe the expectations, but also good luck. Embroider a picture of love to convey the true meaning of love to the heart of your lover forever. Light Woman, Upper Hall, lower kitchen. The hall is neither humble nor overbearing, and unyielding to flatter, talking frankly, speaking without arrogance and impatience. It’s enough to stop, doing things without illness and doing what you can, passionate but not blind, calm but not indifferent, which tells the big truth, I can also control my small emotions. The light woman has a generous mind and doesn’t care about the trivial gains and losses. She is smart in big things and muddled in small things. When she should turn a blind eye, she will never worry about her mother-in-law. When it is time to argue, it is absolutely impossible for a man to be the one. A light woman, who reads and tastes tea in her spare time, cultivates her sentiment in the aroma of books, has a Tibetan ink in her chest and a refined spirit of poetry and calligraphy in her belly. A woman who is full of poetry and books raises her hands and raises her feet, it gives off a faint Literary fragrance, full of connotation and charm. A light woman can use pen and ink to render her mood and sublimate her soul’s cultivation. When she starts writing and drops ink, it is the leisure feeling of appreciating flowers and blooming, the calm and calm of watching clouds and clouds, and the honor and disgrace of watching tides and tides, the moon is free and easy without the moon. A light woman, full of poetic, tender like water, her lips and teeth talk elegant. She planted clouds between her eyebrows, and the wind came, the Willow Man danced, the rain came, the willow covered, and she couldn’t fall into her heart. In this way, she would be calm, calm, calm, you will walk leisurely in the world of mortals. A light woman, like a lotus flower, comes out of the silt without being dyed, does not associate with the secular world, and keeps a free and happy heart. Light women are as beautiful and refined as orchid flowers. With a kind of nobility from soul, they exude the elegance of cynicism and Orchid. Light women are like chrysanthemum, not competing with flowers for spring, although they are not graceful and beautiful, but it has the backbone of despising the frost. A woman with connotation is a book that makes people fondle admiringly, reading her charm, her connotation, her elegance, every kind of beauty that comes out from her bones, they are full of years, graceful and romantic, and edify every sunrise and sunset. The light woman is a mystery that people can’t figure out. Her wisdom, her aura and her heart are all the wind that can’t be figured out through the ages. They are all the rainbow after the rain, beautiful, coquettish, but like a dream. Text: Falling red dust laughing like smoke QQ;1483563655 praise (prose editor: Shu Kuang) spring’s snow elimination 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. 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I want to go far away, travel and wander. I just want to be alone, carrying my luggage and quietly stepping on the journey to find my paradise. Years are quiet, I just want someone. Leaving the hustle and bustle of traffic, stepping on every inch of the land I ‘ve been longing for, sucking every breath of elegance and quietness, watching the eagle hitting the sky, watching the fish flying in the shallow bottom, gently closing my eyes, enjoying the quietness of the years flowing peacefully, inward-looking, not involving red, sit-Mo, waiting flowers. Shaohua goes by, I just want someone. A person strolls under the moonlight, imagining the mystery of the night sky; A person leans lightly on the ancient tree until the first leaf on the tree turns bright red; A person stands quietly in the rain, listening to the slight rain telling the ancient myth of Jiangnan. Listen to music alone, watch plays alone, perform by yourself, clap for yourself and be fascinated by yourself. Most of the time, I am not alone. I can’t stand the bustle of a group of people. I love to laugh, which does not mean my happiness. Behind the mask of smile is a heart full of tears; My love to laugh does not mean my happiness, but I have already been used to playing a heartless role. However, after laughing, the spare time is just a person’s sorrow. When I am alone, I can enjoy silence quietly. I am not a freak or an alien. I am just a stubborn child, a child who likes silence but has to smile and fantasy, but knows the cruel reality well. I know that I am not a princess in the castle, so there is no prince riding a white horse, and that person driving colorful clouds will only appear in his dream. Sometimes I think that they are so cruel that they transplant those false dreams into my heart, but when they are deeply rooted, they tell me that they are all false. Who can tell me, which sentence should I believe and which sentence is true? Or maybe all of them are fake. Is it because I am too stupid or naive, or the reality should be like this. If this is the so-called reality, then I would rather be blinded forever. Now, I am tired, tired, true or false, right or wrong is no longer important. I just want a person to stay away from the troubles of the world and look for the peach blossom source that belongs to me. I just want to listen to more sad music, hurt my heart and shed tears when I am sad; I just want to watch the sky and walk alone when I want to escape, traveling alone, listening to insects and birds, watching clouds, sitting on the horizon, waiting for the rising sun and sunset, waiting for the changes of the stars and the moon. I like to stand on the overpass quietly when I am alone, lean against the handrail lightly, look up at the night sky, let my thoughts go and fly to the distant place of dreams. But passers-by looked at me with pitiful eyes. I smiled lightly. I didn’t want to die, but to be alone, quietly. This may be my only freedom. Please don’t disturb me. I like to look straight into the distance at the right height. I can’t see the end of the city in the direction of thousands of lights. Who is waiting for the night sky filled with ink? Who misses the breeze passing through my ears? Where the sun rises, will there be sunset glow? Who is attached to the sky at 45 degrees? Where dreams disappear, whose tears are flying? Will the world change when I forget everything? The dream will start again, will I not catch up with the last bus? In fact, I have never left, but I can’t find where my dreams have gone. The leaves on the tree turned yellow, fell down, and finally disappeared. Who could tell me whether they were tired, asleep or not. The dreams in my heart are lost, faded and dispersed. Who can tell me whether they will come back again. I once wanted to meet you in the most beautiful years of my life, but life could not give me this miracle. Now, I have to sing a monologue under the gorgeous spotlight. The big stage, the lonely figure, no applause, no applause, I am a little at a loss. In the middle of the performance, I really wanted to leave, but my reason told me that I should carry out my dream to the end, not retreat, not give up. So I was more careful, but how should I end up with the disordered dance steps? At that moment, I really wanted to be alone, listening to the music I liked and dancing my life; At that moment, I really wanted to be willful for once, just once, rushing out of the bustling crowd and chasing the past sea. But at that moment, I suddenly lost my courage. Did I worry too much, or should my nature be like this? Now, I just want to walk alone, eat alone, travel alone, listen to the sound of youth ending alone, watch the sunset, end alone, end alone and grow old alone. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…