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Loneliness is like the irregular Frost wind in winter, which strikes you casually, making you feel cold; Loneliness is like a long needle, which pricks you slowly, making you heartache; the smell of loneliness is more like a traditional Chinese medicine, bitter and astringent. However, many people are afraid of loneliness because they have never experienced loneliness. Experiencing loneliness requires enough courage. After a lot of right and wrong, I abandoned the boring bustle and began to taste loneliness. I treat it as a kind of medicine and slowly suffer, letting the rich bitter taste soothe my painful heart. Loneliness has different meanings for different people. For a person who likes loneliness, loneliness is a kind of life; For a person who loves bustle, loneliness is the biggest torture. People with different personalities have different results when facing the same life path, which is my understanding of loneliness. The journey of life is long, and life is also colorful. Loneliness is like a spice added to the soup of life to have flavor. After realizing loneliness, life can be regarded as complete. I am just a person who likes loneliness. When I write, I like the inspiration that loneliness gives me. Sitting in front of the computer, I began to knock these words and let my fingers and keyboard fall in love with them again. I know that I don’t have overflowing talent, and I don’t have the innate ability to arrange words. I just write my emotions silently in this way. In such a life, I learned loneliness and also learned to enjoy loneliness. I don’t know when I began to get used to a person’s life and enjoy loneliness in the bustling crowd. Maybe it is because a person has lived a life for too long and got used to it. I was the only child at home when I was young. I was not good at talking and didn’t want to communicate with others. My elder brother, who is a few years older than me, is the opposite of me. No matter who I am, I can have a good relationship with people, big or small. My parents are also very happy about this. When I grew up, I had always been willing to be alone, sitting quietly by the Riverside in front of the door, watching the river flowing alone. Up to now, I also like to sit alone by the river and watch the river flow eastward. After that, integrate your own feelings into the words. Therefore, I fell in love with loneliness inexplicably, like the feeling of faint melancholy and misty smoke, and like to enjoy one’s world alone. Lonely, a slightly desolate word, she is a bosom friend in my heart. Because when I am lonely, I can talk with my heart, write my heart with words and express my feelings with music. Who is not lonely in life? No matter ordinary people or great men, as long as they stay alone in the dead of night, loneliness will come quietly. The shadow of loneliness lurks deep in everyone’s soul. When I walked into the loneliness of Li Qingzhao, I felt that it would turn into banana rain and light a drop of rain; When I walked into the loneliness of Zhang Ailing, I felt that the string shadow would dance and sigh without words; when I walked into the loneliness of Yu Qiuyu, I would feel the crowd on the ancient Silk Road; Maybe because of the cold heart, I suddenly felt that everyone was lonely, it seems to walk in the lonely world with life. When the night was quiet, only the gentle wind lifted the white window screen. The light blue in the sky was still shining. In the empty room, I listened to my favorite music alone and tasted the indifference. At this time, I can let my heart sleep in the tranquil harbor, and the long-lost warmth will quietly enter my lonely dreamland. If you sleep for a long time in the words, you will find that life is wet, and then you will feel in an inexplicable daze. When I was typing a piece of text, I had already felt the cold loneliness flowing out of my fingertips faintly. In fact, loneliness not only belongs to people who surf the Internet, but also belongs to people who have stories. Everyone’s inner heart hides the wisdom and tolerance of being understood, which is just walking on their own scenic road. Sticking to the past time and rushing out of the abyss of memory, we can be alert and avoid our rebellion. You can also disdain to argue with laymen. You should know that the biggest enemy in life is to defeat yourself. The purpose of our coming to the world is to meet our true self. It has nothing to do with anyone’s encounter, separation and betrayal. This is just the enjoyment of loneliness. Spring elimination snow Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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River

In the midsummer night, it was like hiding in a tank truck. The whole world was so stuffy that It strolled to the river. The cool breeze blew towards the face, just like the spring breeze, gently comb my heart. All of a sudden, on the surface of the river, as the distance approached, the lights one after another were dragged slender by the river. In This moonlight-free night, they were particularly dazzling, like rain pillars one by one, stepping towards me, I spread the quiet River to the sky, as if a mirage appeared in front of me. It turned out to be a small boat moored on the river to dot the fishing fire, which embellished the night world. Suddenly, I remembered the poem in Zhang Ji’s “night berth on Maple Bridge”: The moon was falling and the frost was all over the sky, and the fishing fire in the river was sleeping with sorrow. Just like Zhang Ji in those years, he tried his best to find a word of sorrow against the fishing fire. But in my eyes, it was the hot and prosperous scene, and a trace of sorrow could not be touched. Looking up at the sky again, the lonely stars from far and near are dotted in the sky, flashing and flashing, like a drop of tears falling on the boundless night sky, which makes you look so desolate and lonely, countless stars in the space book there are countless sad words, which form an obvious contrast with the fishing fire on the river. I think: The World sorrow that Zhang Ji looked at the fishing fire in the river in those years was either submerged by time or brought to the distant sea by the river. Looking at this summer night, I was rushing to the beautiful picture with a string of fishing fires on the river. Tighten up the reins of thought, face the river slowly, stare at the distant fishing fire, although in this night, I feel in the picture, I gradually become the only figure in the picture. It seems that at that moment in the foot painting, the world is frozen, and you can no longer walk out of this beautiful landscape and night decorated with fishing fire. The whole body and mind are integrated with this night, this water and this fishing fire, how much I want to fall into Amber forever with all this! Praise on July 4, 2013 (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…