Eleven

I am Native northerners who like the winter of this season. October, reserved, warm, cool. Snowflakes are warm, flying and falling from time to time. The hot air was mixed with the smell of thick sticky bean bag. Pushing the door, I seemed to hear the footsteps of the year. In October and January, the soft snow pounced lightly, and the ink dipped, the seclusion, the light happiness and the light warmth…… In the wilderness of October, there were snow spots and thousands of miles of silvery light. Clean as pure jade, warm as shy moon, graceful as dancing. Put aside the busy Chase, on the warm afternoon, put on a thick coat and walk on foot. It is to relax the tense nerves and escape from the endless entanglement about Arabic numerals! Is it to breathe fresh air, to dye a lunar November charm into my heart? Maybe I just want to enjoy the warmth given by lunar November and the silent hug given by nature. Walking on the bank of Wolong Lake and looking at the vast ice surface, I seemed to be in a giant picture scroll. Natural is better than carving. It is like a smooth and shiny mirror, which makes your eyes shy and eyebrows droop. Under the ice, the beautiful frost flowers are still holding high, and the fish are still swimming around with bubbles. Occasionally, the ice peaks rising high stretch, as if to give you confidence. When you climb your feet, you will feel constant encouragement, hands touching and shaking hands. A sharp edge and a heart inspire your arms side by side. That fluffy cattail, warm snow, light sleep. There is wind passing by, if the veil floats up, the goose feather fan is shaking. There is warmth in my heart. The slight sorrow is also a mist. Pick up a puff stick and throw it into the distance. Scattered Seeds lined up, twisted ropes as military umbrellas, and there was a feeling in the body, simple and simple. In January of October, Yuan Ye was plain, and the ice was the water that fell asleep, charming and moving in the sun. The skin is as warm as jade, and the icy lips are fragrant and foggy. There is water flowing under the ice. I saw the high and optimistic under zero, and the calm and bright water under the ice. The snore gently touched the ice, and the water continued to move forward with warmth and tolerance. The wind chimes in October are warm and charming, and the resident birds knock on the beauty of the ice with the quiet marks of bamboo leaves. I heard the sound of the gurgling flow of water, which was the footsteps of 2015, the power of running, full of confident Echo, resounding through the Wharf which was handed over between 2014 and 2015. Early in the morning, there was a clear snowflake falling down, a fluffy layer, on the red brick wall, on the eaves, on the sleeping Wormwood. The low dog shack seemed to be covered with a warm quilt. The naughty Benben was also in a panic, so he hurriedly pulled the quilt with his feet to feel whether the snow in the new year was hot or not. The residual red scattered when setting off firecrackers in the courtyard was like cold plum falling snow, and the petals were fragrant. Looking for the breath, when I was a child, on the stone pier in the courtyard, the sticky bean bag was braving the hot air…… Sparrows jumped on the wall, and snow fell. I tried my best to sweep the fallen red with a broom. I saw my mother’s stumbling figure with a bamboo basket in her arms. Under the lotus-like cloth curtain was the smell of the year I coveted. Mom! With a clear call, I saw the schoolbag I picked up high, as if I broke into the steaming kitchen and read my parents’ notice in front of a sticky bean bag with fragrance in the curtain. His rosy face is like that round sticky bean bag, innocent! On the birthday night, I didn’t think about anything deliberately, but I had a dream until dawn. When I woke up from a dream, I still clearly remembered that my mother had appeared in my dream, and it was also the same lunar November. The snow had just fallen, the courtyard was full of white snow, and the bamboo basket that I could not forget was in my mother’s arms. The snow has a soul. It steps on the cold current of Siberia, regardless of the bleak wind and freezing rain, gently spreads the vast sea and fields, kisses the brow peak and rough Valley, and pulls up the clear and plain lunar November with great hospitality. She gave me a hug for exhaustion, a encouragement for vigor, a makeup for enthusiasm, a calm hope, and a big hug for my mother. The wind and dust in spring, the fire in summer and the desolation in autumn! A late snow, dreamy sketch, is also thick. The eyes are moist, and the floc in November is falling down. I shook my shoulder hard, and the mountain axe facing the Northeast was still standing. Has it ever collapsed in my trance dream?! No, it’s light. It is a short rest if you can’t afford it. Dreams can not go away from my mind, but only take away my wounds. I am celebrating, I was born in lunar November, often have snowflake raise, have sticky bean bag taste lunged, I si ceng again from mother’s smile, to understand love gentle! In October and January, the wilderness was plain, and the snow fell silent. Take a piece of snow and warm, dye a piece of soul, let the tender into my arms. Eyes melt a natural, pen fell a feeling. Let a piece of quiet and warm, let a piece of want to go to abundance, let a piece of love dye into warmth. Even though I was tired, I stood in the winter and the sky was shallow. A rhinoceros hand in hand, the heart is warm and soaking, the eyes contain waves, the corners of the mouth slightly raise…… Moving in November is often ordinary. Happiness is a feeling, and possession is a feeling. The cold central Optimus will continue and be firm. The wind is full of cold, warn yourself to take an upward enthusiasm to warm up, let October have a confidence and devour the desolation. Release a cold that should not be held, save a little heat, and let the warm current be free in the wind. Choose a piece of sunshine without back, pull up all the way sunny, let thorns make a beautiful screen. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) 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…

Understand,

The world is too big and we are too small, so we don’t understand the world, but we have to understand ourselves and live a happy life. —- Inscription is like this world, a closed harbor. Here, there is sufficient moisture, rich nutrition, comfortable environment and vast space. You don’t have to worry about the invasion of the outside world, and you don’t have to be afraid of the wind and the sun. You just need to grow slowly and absorb it happily. I don’t know the hardship of having a baby in October, so I don’t care about it. Open your eyes blankly. Why are there so many people? Who are they? Why are you looking at me so eagerly? Who am I? A series of questions cannot be asked because I don’t know what I am. I can only look at everything around me strangely: a half lying person, a smiling face, and that pair of thick palms stroked me at a loss, so painful! What are they doing? Therefore, discontent, that loud cry broke the silence of the world: I’m coming, I am me! After learning, I stumbled and walked all the way. The Crooked footprints gave the adults behind me a lot of laughter! Swaying, you can go to the field to catch locust, dish, pinch a green leaf and pick a small flower. The dogs and cats jumped around, and there were birds flying in the sky. It turned out that the world was so busy. Sometimes, with my grandparents, I went to the ground with a small basket to pick up peanuts and wheat. My little face was sunburned, but my heart was very happy. When the farm was busy, I followed my grandmother to my own vegetable garden, turned over the melon seedling, pulled the tomato, looked at something edible, picked it and put it into my mouth. Grandma on the side came over quickly: little Yazi, this is not enough to eat! The vegetable garden is spoiled, I feel it’s fun! Whatever, play well, it’s good to have a round belly! At that time, I knew nothing, so the requirement was very simple. Sometimes, an adult’s sentence: be good! I can enjoy a day and laugh out in my sleep. What a simple childhood! When I walked into school with a small schoolbag on my back, my childhood, which seemed to understand or not, went far away! Study hard and make progress every day! It turns out that there are words, numbers, ancient people, and the heart window was opened by the teacher. Reading Li Bai’s “Silent Night Thoughts”: the bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Looked up at the moon, down and think of home. I don’t know what it is in my hometown! As usual every day, laughing, playing, fighting crickets, catching butterflies and catching small fish in the pond. However, I just went to play secretly, or I would be known by the adults in my family. Don’t beat me violently. My little ass will itch again. Whatever it is, it should be delicious, fun, good sleep, how to drip! Unconsciously, the flower season is in full bloom, and the door of knowledge is open! Reading when you are young is like walking against the sunrise. Knowledge enriches the brain and broadens the horizon. It turns out that there are Literature, poems and songs, literati and poets in this world. Moved and inspired, ideal, youth, emotion, as if the heart was infinitely broadened, so I understood the sweetness of joy, I also know the smell of sadness and the pain of loss. In addition to family affection, there are many things in this world, such as love! The flower season is no longer the season of flowering, but also suitable for growing little grass! Heart, began to think lightly. In the rainy season, accompanied by rain, I understand the publicity of youth, enjoy the baptism of fierce wind and rain, and walk into the dreamlike years! In fact, time is gentle. No matter what you have experienced or what you have experienced, it will not disappoint your efforts. Who can remember clearly what we lost and picked up in the drifting time? When you are responsible and responsible for your family, you finally know what you should do! When we are talking about how beautiful youth is, time has quietly left us; When we are talking about how ruthless time is, white hair has covered our heads! Understand, how difficult it is! Looking at the sunset slowly down to the West, can you face death peacefully? How can we understand those years in innocent childhood, ignorant youth, flower-season youth, unassuming youth, self-aware middle age and indifferent twilight years? We can’t choose the world, but the world chooses us! The Prophet is a rare person. Who can know everything about himself at birth? Know yourself, what you want at every stage of your life? Only down to earth, step by step, strive to enrich yourself, have both short-term goals and long-term plans, understand your own heart, do not aim high, follow the established direction, go on, there must be a sunny day ahead! Fingers are too wide, time is too thin, life is really short, I can understand myself, really good! Text: Passers-by… hurry… QQ/417740569 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…