Forgive

I like literature: in the vast ocean of words, I think quietly and create seriously; I like writing and drawing, and I like to inlay the happiness and sadness in my heart into words one by one. I like literature: my life and life are very plain, as light as water. But also because of literature, it seems to be my spiritual pillar, decorating my sky. If I leave it, my life will lose its meaning, to be more serious, in my ideology, I have no dream of literature. Living equals dying. I like literature, and I always hope that I can write good articles that win people’s hearts and make people’s eyes shine. But I was dull and weak in writing, but I thought so in my heart, so I asked myself to move closer to the direction I thought, which required me to learn carefully and ponder carefully, repeated practicing writing. Life is not only an ideal, but also a life. Life is a big problem, which stands in front of everyone. What you want to do must be solved first. I know that those who can’t be full of words can’t avoid reality, but they can’t avoid, let alone fantasy. There are many tedious things in a family. I have to do the same thing. I have to do it. Think about how long it will take for a family of three to wash and cook outside the family. It doesn’t count. I also opened a shop, and I carried all the details of the shop alone. I was very busy. A customer came to me to do business in the store later. Sometimes when the customers come to eat, they have to stop; Sometimes when they go to the toilet, they have no peace for a while. Life belongs to life, and I can’t put down my ideal and literary dream. I can imagine how precious time is to me. Every day I have to finish all the things before I can pick up the book, enter my literary world and enjoy the warmth of this moment. Sometimes I can’t squeeze out the time to turn books for several days. I am very busy, and my time is very precious. I have no time to talk with my friends. I have never been seen in the laughter of the group. To be honest, sometimes my friends, customers and familiar people come to tell me about my parents’ affairs, things around me and psychological affairs. Although I reluctantly tell them, in fact, I felt very uncomfortable and sighed secretly. Finally, I had some time to read and sit down to write strokes. They stood here, and this little precious time was lost in vain. Sometimes they haven’t left, or they just left, and customers come to me to do things again. I regretted it. Maybe I didn’t read because of this little spare time. On this day, even more than one day, I didn’t have time to read again. Sometimes I felt so soft that I felt embarrassed. For the sake of my friend’s face, I told them that when it came to the end, I saw nothing. However, this only time was wasted. I have little spare time, so I cherish it very much. For example: TV, I am watch TV while eating, and turn off the TV immediately after eating. I have watched TV. For many years, I haven’t watched a TV play completely. Watching TV is like a dragonfly. As for chatting and playing games on the Internet, I am reluctant to put my time on it, which is a blank space for me. Sometimes, I finally finished my work and picked up my favorite book. Someone came and wanted to chat with me. How could I be willing to give them my time, so I posed seriously and asked: What’s the matter? Knowing that they have nothing to do, I will say: Sorry, I have no time to accompany you. After saying that, my eyes were on the book again. I know it is wrong for me to do so. All the people who knew me, including my left and right neighbors, knew that I wanted to read books, so they didn’t come to talk to me, and they only came to me when they had something to do. Although I live in a noisy street, my shop is quiet and there is no such scene of talking and making noise in groups. All my customers don’t rely on my mouth. I also have my way to survive. I do things very seriously, and generally require myself to be perfect. The reason why I do it seriously is that I hope that when customers come to pick up clothes, they can’t find any problems, everything is OK, don’t bother me, don’t ask me to do it again, I do business at a reasonable price, also can say cheap, a price, not customer bargaining. If you want to make a counter-offer, just let them go. Gradually people became familiar with it and knew it, so they didn’t make a counter-offer. Why do you want to do this? Because I don’t have time and energy to grind them slowly. Doing business here is crisp and neat. If you trust me, do it for me. My consciousness of doing things is to be serious and responsible. I will never be sloppy and careless. My thought is to hurry up and do it well. Only when I do things well can I calm down and study with ease. Some customers are not satisfied with my work, so they criticize me with clothes here for a long time, and finally force me to rework him. I will not leave these customers, and immediately ask them not to come next time. Because it was a rare time for them to come here, I could not remember people. I was afraid that they would come to me to do things next time, and couldn’t reach a tacit understanding with their thoughts. I would waste a long time for one thing, I couldn’t bear it, so I drove them away directly. Post an article on the Internet, I AM open it in a hurry, type the article, and then click to send it out. Because there are so many things, it is common to interrupt halfway. Even if I have to finish a short article several times, I will stop to finish it at any time because I have something to do at any time, so I don’t have time to look here and there on the computer, let alone talk to friends on it. In my heart, talking something with netizens on the computer is not as simple as talking face to face. I think a sentence typed with words should have the charm of words. Therefore, for me, one sentence should also be considered. It takes time. Here, I criticize myself first. I am selfish and reluctant to put time on it. The whole article is talking about how to hurry up to read books and study I am, which is not a single meaning. I am very busy. The rest, the only thing, can calm down and study, and I have little time to read books, in other words, I have little time to study. I really have little spare time, so I cherish it very much. In the circle of literary friends, I will also read some articles. It is also learning with purpose, learning their writing techniques, literary talent and depth, and always pondering in the heart repeatedly. I hope I can write such a good article. Writing articles, I am just like a child who has just learned to walk. I only concentrate on my feet, legs, and find the balance of my body with my heart. Every step I take is swaying, also from time to time and fallen down. How dare a child who just learned to walk move his eyes away. I wish I could talk freely, enjoy the scenery, or look down at the mobile phone like a walking person. This walking thing will not be delayed, how dare a child who has just learned to walk have such extravagant thoughts. Look at those literary friends. Behind them, there is a lot of time waiting for them. I am not that lucky. I really don’t want to be in the stage of learning to walk when I am gray-haired. Readers, literary friends, here I say sorry to you, forgive my indifference. 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. 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Twist Spring

When spring comes, is the warmth not far away? I would like to write about the spring in my writing, love the pink and Willow Green, love the gurgling streams, love the light clouds and clear winds, love the long grass and the flying of warblers. Yes, I love too much in my life, just like there is always a faint feeling of joy hidden in my heart. Maybe time, time, has never changed its appearance, but we just walk along a road called life, and when we walk, we change our mind. At the ferry of the wind, can you see the fireworks across the shore, the people with clouds drifting by, the people with small bridges and flowing water, and the beautiful smoke curling in the painting, there is also a deep warmth flooding the Heart Lake. How eager it is to have a free wandering. On the way, I will deliberately pass through the deep mountains and forests and listen attentively to the whispers of all things in nature, there is also the joy of birds spreading their wings. A meeting is like a reunion between soul and spirituality, dotted with small secretly pleased and great satisfaction. If a journey of mountains and rivers is the beginning of a Buddhist relationship, occasionally I will stay in a quaint temple, where the incense is not boisterous, I have to seek for the Buddha to sweep the dust for myself, and my heart is clear and clear. Speaking, I am such a trusted woman, listening to the sound of beating wooden fish streaking across her ears, blowing through the prosperity of the world and wanting to add a simple peace to herself. Listening to the true words of chanting along with the time and space flow, passing through the mountains of the ancient temple to the sea of people’s hearts, I just want to realize the boundless and boundless Buddhism, cultivate the reincarnation of the afterlife and become the Green Lotus in front of the Buddha. Turning up a book casually in the afternoon, the time is probably just spent in choosing a period of leisure, and the garden in the book has its own breeze. When getting used to being accompanied by quietness, take a touch of fragrance and smell it on the tip of nose, and the smile at the corner of lips will also make the lonely time beautiful. How many thoughts are brewed in a cup of tea, and how many threads can be used to create a pure and simple beautiful picture. Sitting in the safety of a city, what comes easily is not the smile of words, it’s just a stack of small threads, quiet and safe. When the overwhelming warmth swept over and bathed in the sunshine, all the troubles began to fade away quietly, and the peace of heart was just to seek freedom and worry. Many years ago, I told myself that there was another world in front of me. The only one who loved my soul wandered in a note of words for half a lifetime. Although half a cup of tea after heating was already cold, however, how much sadness has been boiled out in the lost way, looking forward to drinking all the joys and sorrows one day, smiling to the warmth and blooming quietly. Finally, still no will displaced wrote 1.1 drop, present beauty like flowers bloom warm time in. It is said that people’s heart is a sea that can not be seen. If there is no wave in the sea, how can it be terrified and shocked? Even if it is tossing and turning, it is just a matter of one person. It has nothing to do with others and has something, who can I show you if you are not strong and cowardly? Some people say that the blue sky is like a disease. To me, it is not a disease but a hopeless beauty. How blue and broad it is, and how beautiful it is to embrace tens of millions of things, sunshine can’t live without it, rain and dew can’t live without it, animals and plants, people can’t live without it, appreciate its greatness, and we can’t think of anything while we live. You can keep silence as an eternal appearance, dye the scene with the color of fleeting years, make a cup of tea of years into a clear calm, and accompany the loved one to his old age without knowing his white hair, when can I draw a perfect ending for my life. I hope that many years later, my words will still become an immortal legend of a person. I don’t write poems, I don’t write floating life as a dream, I don’t write separation, I just write about his encounter with her, and I love her for a lifetime. Waiting for the spring flowers, just like waiting for the arrival of the loved one, he will take me into his arms and tell me that he is there, everything is no longer the blank of the past. I raised my head and saw the warm sun shining through the fingers into my heart. When I picked up the pen, I thought so much that I would like to skim over the mountains and rivers and gather thousands of tender feelings to reach a place where I came back, and the person who loves me will cherish me, pity me, hurt the lingering sorrow of my eyebrows, kiss away the tears flowing down my cheeks, and the softness of my fingertips will slip through the coldness of my palm, take me with you. I remember that the moon went through summer, autumn and the cold winter. It weaved in the yearning season after season, I wrote the days day after day. As if the picture of acquaintance was still on the memory of yesterday, I stepped on a wisp of breeze, and that person appeared in front of me casually, and a gentle call was silently remembered in my heart from now on, become the warmth I want to guard. Now, the time in the days is still fine. Every day, I start to sleep with full happiness. Listening to him talking about our love, let me talk about endless small emotions, unconsciously, they became the only one for each other. At this time, a new spring is coming, and the moon is still sprinkling white lovesickness in the original place. When the silver brilliance shines on the paper full of words, the feelings like water flow to the sky like a clear spring, flowing into the long river called time, the I am across the bank read and read, thought and thought your bunch of lily of the valley. How long has it been since I fell in love with the smell of ink incense, wandering on the edge of my dream, stirring up the mystery of my mind with wisps of emotion, and suspense in the light wind. Allow me to linger in the flowers with a dignified attitude. At the moment when I am in the wind, can the elegant characters vividly present the gentle beauty of love? What comes easily is the fragrance of a flower, or the charm of a pink one. Whose previous life and present life are enchanted by the silence on the brow? Slow down and chase the fleeting time like water. The flourishing age is just a cloud and smoke in front of us. In the willfulness again and again, it grows slowly after tossing and turning. Nianchun smiled and held a warm heart. I believe that she will still be a gentle woman after many years. Even if the vicissitudes change her face, she will not be afraid of the invasion of wind and rain, in the life of fireworks, keep a city, be happy and safe, and deserve others. Text: makeup silent 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…

Memory

A hut. In the evening, everything was silent, accompanied by a person quietly under the small oil lamp. In the dead of night, from the distant moonlight in the Wild came the intoxicating sound of the flute, low back and far away, as drunk as a fool with the sound of the flute gently touching your heart, so long, immersed in a wonderful happiness like a dream for a long time, until the sleepiness came quietly. With this beauty, I gradually fell asleep in the morning. When I woke up, I opened the door and welcomed the bright sunshine. Outside the door were the threshing ground, the rollers on the field and the haystacks on the edge of the field, and the rooster singing on the stone mill. The path on both sides was full of colorful flowers. It rolled away from the foot of the cottage, turned a corner, disappeared behind the slope bush, and appeared in front of the distance. The sky is clear and clear, the whole world is surprisingly quiet, and there is no one. Under the bright sky in the distance, only the voice of women working in the field vaguely came from the vast field. This scene, this picture, has been deeply printed in my mind since my childhood until now. Not only will it never fade, but also it will last forever. I have been thinking that if I were a painter, I must draw this picture beautifully with oil painting. I heard that the first residence of our family when they moved from the northeast to Nanjing was Huangjiawa. I always believed that the above picture was the memory of Huangjiawa when I was young. If it was not Huang jiawa, it must be my memory of my previous life, because it was deeply engraved in my mind in my whole life, too profound and beautiful. 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…

Grew up

Waiting for you to understand the hope in your mother’s heart, waiting for you to know the necessity and cause of life. The days are passing through your fingertips day by day. You finally grow up slowly in your mother’s longing eyes until you have full wings and look at you, whether mother should have a happy smile or not. When she grows up and leaves the nest, she should try to fly in the vast sky, looking for your own direction looking for your own position in the boundless life. No one dares to say that you will not do anything about the world. You just stretch out your hands and look at the four fields. Everyone is busy at the end of the world, we are also doing things. Now that we are born and done, we should be independent and stand up to our own burdens to be useful, A responsible person, children, when you have grown up, don’t find out thousands of reasons. It’s time for you to face the society and integrate into life. Don’t have the idea of avoiding. Stand up, look out of the window, the wind is gentle, the white clouds are long, the sunshine is full of the ground and you come out to say goodbye to yourself yesterday. If you grow up, can you no longer let your mother worry about you? Praise (prose editor: Shu Kuang) the snow 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…