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For a beautiful legend engraved on the stars and the moon, deep in the smoke wave, I set out from the corridor of Xiangge and lifted up the seasonal dress in the world of mortals with the Lotus steps of Shanshan, sitting in the park, I borrowed the rhyme of a new word to see the fine rain falling slowly. The melancholy mood and the wings of missing render the long time and the gentle feelings of ripples. In some lingering and cold hearts, I am a nostalgic woman after all, often in the years, I remembered those old dreams of a light of clear Dew, two taels of White Frost and three taels of Moonlight. I always like to watch you so quietly, let the wind from afar lift the care of the clothes corner, and pour out the youth of this life. If you are well, it will be sunny. Recalling the past years, that clear encounter, that gentle hand in hand, that affectionate smile, always engraved in the depth of time, warm my thin and cool heart, it turns out that I like a person, it was so simple, with a few words showing the tenderness of the intestines and a smile, it would be wasted all day long. At the end of the year, I haven’t forgotten it. Deep in my memory, there is always a colorfast time, spreading over the branches of the season, singing repeatedly in the years. The murmur and oath, the lingering and romance of the past always grow gently in the traces of ink painting. Recalling the season when the heart flower starts to bloom, half of it is pain, and the other is sad notes, those deep-hearted yellow, those sentimental thoughts, and those affectionate and leisurely eyes, my heart was messed up and my heart was wet. In the hazy autumn season, the air was filled with slight sadness. Everything seemed to have changed because of you, all have become a different fragrance. Even through the small window of time, you can still see your face, which is still so clear and so clear. The wind of fleeting years crumpled the ripples in my heart. I miss you in the lonely words. I miss you in the sleepless long night. On the road of time, I wish that this warm feeling will live forever in the long river of life. How many throbs and thoughts are coming in the wind. It turns out that if you like a person, it is not necessarily a long watch with your hands, but also a watch across the mountains and water. With one heart and two idle talks, this poetic Park is bound with the most beautiful dreamy love in my heart. I read your shadow carefully with the most gentle waiting, with a bright posture, I will give you a wisp of warm fragrance, hold your hand and smile at the years. Even if happiness is only a short stay, I am willing to give you a lifetime of tenderness and sketch the appearance you first met. Time is filled with love because of your appearance, and beautiful as poetry because of your companionship. I am willing to take off my pride for you. In this life, I will only lower my eyebrows for you and make up for you. Life is a blooming flower as well as a falling flower. Through the time of the world of mortals and in the golden years, I am still the woman who likes words and loves you most. I am still studying a pool of ink incense and writing a piece of love. Put Qinghuan in the heart of the brow, let the past like smoke as light ink, graceful and restrained into a moving love painting, in the dream of the fragrance of flowers and clouds, embellished the steps ahead, warm the beauty of life. You are there, I am still there, and the most beautiful understanding is also there! Second, the details of autumn in “this autumn is like last year” make me feel a little trance. I tried hard to think about the autumn of last year and the summer of last year. I met you. In the late autumn of last year, Chongyang was silent and understood each other. In this autumn of this year, each of them is at the end of the world, but there is always a dim coolness, which seems to be colder earlier than before. Perhaps heart cold! Probably because of autumn, the feeling of season is always withered, and flowers and leaves are no exception. Although it was once brilliant, it was always like a beauty at dusk. The curtain call was also flustered and there was no way. When I think of flowers, there is always a little anxiety. No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they are also cool. In tea smoke and Zen sound, touch is plain and cool. In late autumn, osmanthus flowers bloom all over the trees, and small osmanthus falls into the clear pool, which is lonely and moving. Small flowers are clear, like famous incense, like guqin. When you are at leisure, you like to be alone, sitting in the corner, secretly like the faint fragrance, low eyebrows or smile time Corner, deep in the season, fallen leaves are dyed into a layer of gold with pain, which is the most rare and painful. Who can still hurt the flashy present? -Style gradually cool. Today, in Chongyang, Wild Goose characters are in line. Autumn color autumn rhyme, a little bit, falling into the heart of fallen leaves floating and floating, how beautiful it is, how melancholy it is, just like love, how beautiful it is, how melancholy it is. Spring flowers and autumn moon can’t reach, the world is like chess, and the world of mortals is cool and thin. The mountains and rivers are mighty, whether love is already, love is not said, it is wrong to say it, third, “fragrance dyed heart ink” has been looking, looking for the plain and clean place where the soul can be placed, you can read, write, Miss, forget when you get up, and always like to walk on the park path alone and quietly, listening to the voice of nature, I always like to sit quietly in front of the window, brew a cup of scented tea, watch the smoke and rain in the window, and enjoy the bitter and happy years. Then, in a quiet midnight, use this beautiful square word to write down the story with you, a little touched, a memory, a mood. If you understand my deep love, I am pleased. It has nothing to do with the wind and moon, but now I just want to talk to myself. The world of mortals is numerous and complicated, and the time is cool. For nearly a year, there is no room for renewal, but it is quiet. Thanks to those friends who never give up and have never met before, they still want to live quietly, which is fresh in their memory, maybe it’s just because I’m tired and close my heart. I wish you are well and still waiting behind me. You are, I am, and I know how to draw now. Practicing calligraphy has spent me a lot of time and enriched myself, I just want my heart to calm down and not be blinded by the flashy things. I am just an ordinary vulgar. I just want to return to the simplicity of life with a simple heart, to be that simple and quiet woman, to stay alone in the pure sky with a slight smile in the quiet time in the world of mortals, look lightly at the happiness of the clouds in the sky. I still like the simple and pure days, where there is a room to live in, with a beacon lighting up, putting a cup of fine tea, reading my favorite books, listening to my favorite songs, doing what you like to do is like this. The peaceful days will also breed a little quiet, a little warm, and warm beauty of life. According to the fragrance of calligraphy and painting, there is a tranquil heart that has nothing to do with the world. In the exquisite years, I also stopped in a hurry and panic occasionally to feel the clear breath of nature. Then, listen to the gurgling stream, smelling birds and flowers. In the hustle and bustle, I am sober and calm. Life is so quiet! IV. I don’t know whether it is the fragrance of flowers in the wind or the scene of strolling with you in the park in the dream of red cherry and green plantain, so easily my mind expose, that 1.1 drops of outline, word level Love sign-in, always feel in the autumn wind Laurel, is a look of demure, glowing first met beauty, compared with the four eyes, that kind of amazement and delight is just like going back to the beginning when I met you at the beginning. Just a glowing glance makes me intoxicated in the transformation of truth and illusion, don’t know return. After passing by, the flowers bloom and fall, and the clouds gather together. Does my pen and ink hook your past, or did you sing and wrinkle my sadness? The romantic feelings of Tang and Song Dynasty added some tenderness and cold charm to my normal days. Maybe I walked alone for too long, but it was a little thin and cool. Once upon a time, those who said good were not separated, and finally there was nothing to say. They were all at the end of the world and made some love dearly. They just missed each other like this. They really wanted to be a peach blossom, which only opened in your heart and was, just to find a love between the Earth and the Earth. Flowers have flower language, and people have deep feelings. In fact, whether you come or not is in my heart. Ruoke, let me be a poet, leaning against the small window, reading your smile and the test written by the years in the rainy afternoon and under the clear moon, in a cool way, I can see many encounters in my life when layers of flowers and shadows bloom under the moon, which are long-lasting love and beauty, such as the encounter between winter and snowflakes, such as the flowers in autumn and the full moon, such as the tree blooming in spring. Just like the Book of Tang and Song poems that people read repeatedly, for thousands of years, it has been elegant, graceful, soft and consistent. Ruoke, please live in my small words, even if the world is so noisy, I promise you a quiet. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, plant red beans of lovesickness for you. The moon is short of full moon. Those words that have been said to you are my shallow heart words, those poems written for you, I use time, read it over and over again. There is no willow on the moon, and no one has an appointment after dusk. You live in my words like this until you get old. Do you think so? Smoke clouds, sun and moon, pink and black spring and autumn, take a wisp of breeze, travel through time, watch the city called missing. In fact, I can’t touch the truth that you have been here for a long time. If the past was just a hangover, who did you wear red makeup for that clear rainy season? Even if, I am just a youth on the ancient eaves of your time, looking back at the sky, I can always pick up a light blue, that is me, hidden in the bottom of my heart, under the sun, you can pull out a piece of bright, just like you, warm eyes, a glance, Millennium. Leaning alone, leaning alone in the long bar, thoughts, thoughts v. “flourishing, light moon osmanthus” The yard osmanthus blossoms are full of branches, picked up a few branches and inserted in the bottle, the fragrance of fragrance surrounded the whole room, the red dust is light, window moon. That distant mind became more and more hazy in the dusk. When the clear moonlight was blown out of coolness by the night wind, the sad Earth began to sink, much like my heart. I know that this season is not suitable for missing and forgetting. As if it was a dream, in front of the three thousand osmanthus, I was no longer a woman walking on the ink painting, no longer collecting the moonlight in the courtyard, no longer remembering the past of fragrance, I just want to grow old gracefully under the moon of osmanthus. The melancholy of the past has become the memory of today. Don’t ask, how many shades of fate can a small celadon tea bowl contain? Don’t ask a spring peach, and find out who’s window. Having tasted the fragrance of flowers and clouds, we know that the past like peach in life has already poured into clouds and smoke, leaving only a small fragrance of heart, which is quiet and silent in celadon. 1.1 drops of outline, word level Love sign-in, I don’t know what is in the wind flowers, or courtyard of Moon, so easily my mind expose, flowers General, I was looking at the moon by leaning against the window, and the wind blowing away my thoughts in the quiet night. I don’t know why I remembered the scene when I first met you, the fleeting time of red cherry and green plantain seemed to be a lost dream, in the blossom of flowers, let a curtain of hard work amazed, dyed a picturesque appearance, in the flat and narrow breeze, the wind and the moon are dazzling 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…

Years

There is no rain in the morning, touching the wind of May, sucking the fragrance of soil in the air, stepping on the soft wooden slow track or the green flagstones full of green grass, and moving forward as always, to find a feeling of time cycle. The dress of spring changed round after round, and what was still green was a mountain of grass and trees, and the purple spirit flying over the mountain brought the breath of spring, which was the intoxicating second moon orchid in my memory. In a flash, it has already disappeared without trace. The Peach Blossom blossoming in March, the red and pink are blooming with the beauty of spring, as if it was yesterday, and as if it was just in front of us. In this same place, the full of fresh flowers have fallen with the wind, turn the accompanying tree into the old soil. It is still the purplish red triangle plum, accompanied by the sun, moon and stars, which is full of marks of spring in swaying and colorful. A kind of Camellia called Big cinnabar, one after another, blossomed in turn in the wind, as red as the red silk silks and satins in the dancing girl’s hands. Pale purple morning glory, inadvertently covered with trees, like a string of wind chimes hanging on the trees, rang the season of flowering agreed with summer. Time goes by, flowers bloom in four seasons. The beauty of spring, the flowers are beautiful all the way, and the beauty of the world is appreciated. The flourishing of summer shows the power and charm of life, with the gentle cool breeze, writing Green poetry. The colorful autumn is as strong as the hot coffee, which makes the rich emotion intoxicated in the floating cinnamon. The silence of winter evokes the memory of the past. In the silent world of falling snow, a cold plum stands proudly in the snow. Cold comes and summer goes, spring comes and autumn goes, remembering different flowering periods. Each tree is rooted in a different land, and each flower comes from a different leaf, bathing in different sunshine and rain. Therefore, what kind of flower will have what kind of flowering period. Life is just like the flowering period of four seasons, childhood, youth, middle age and old age, just like the flower season of spring, summer, autumn and winter. In the passing years, no matter how long the flowering period is, the flower of life is beautiful because of blooming. Childhood is dreamy, no matter it is bitter or sweet experience, in the pure heart, I can feel the warmth of spring, the warmth of breeze and the intimacy of dew, let uninhibited dreams fly in the sky. Young people are hot, burying their roots deep into the ground, sucking greedily in the soil, letting summer flowers bloom on the branches in the hot sun, he wrote an immortal legend with his youth. Middle age is wise, experiencing the twists and turns of life, reading all the rainbows and wind and rain in the world, whether it is withered branches and yellow leaves, or fruitful, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers all the way, calmly walked through the abundant autumn. Old age is recalled. Happiness and dreams gained in childhood, youth and vitality gained in youth, maturity and charm gained in middle age flow away with time, taste slowly in the silent winter, let the dark fragrance float in the cool wind. Time goes by, how many flowers bloom? The Flower of Life is beautiful because it blooms. 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…

long shu

When I got on the bus in the scenic spot, I felt relaxed for a while. The trees spread all the way, making me feel much cooler. My mood was gradually relaxed. The driver was very easygoing and enthusiastic, we arrived at the destination with chatting all the way …… oh! The momentum is very grand. The three thick pillars of Fu lushou came into my sight, black gilded gold, firmly settled in the mountain gate like Optimus Prime, which suddenly made me awe….. The corresponding one is Maitreya Buddha who is simple and charming and full of smiles. It is happy and gentle, just like protecting us here. I am also warm and gentle …… peaks are green, cool and quiet…. Up the stairs, there are two dragon pillars standing on the platform. Oh, I know longshuyu, which is related to dragons. One water and one fire …… the three characters of longshuyu came into view, vigorous and graceful, I like this kind of calligraphy…… What surprised me even more was that there were all kinds of calligraphy cliff carvings on the Qingqing limestone rock wall along the road, which were solemn and natural, and each had its own charm. I can’t even recognize some words, but I just like them. Of course, I can still understand some of them. After all, I love them! The seven words quatrains of Zhao Mengying \two fairy bridges in the high place of Tianmen, the ethereal white clouds can be moved by hands. Sitting and drinking, it gradually smokes the hair and bones, and is graceful under the crane. xiao is really engraved on the cliff. Walking in the mountains, I was calm, leisurely, unrestrained, and sometimes even selfless. Really, I forgot myself at that moment, just like a trace of wind floating, very light, very light, there was no heaviness in the world at all. My heart was relieved and my steps were brisk and better. I shouted, on the top of the mountain, I was open-minded, enjoying the natural oxygen bar, and I felt refreshed. Climbing and climbing all the way, sometimes there was a little breath. After all, they were already middle-aged. They didn’t have time to arrive at Zhenwu Temple. It turned out to be the highest place of the peaks. With a sound of 300 to 60 levels, it was not bad at all, when the aunt with the accent of Jinzhong shouted like this, I burst into tears. I originally planned to climb over 300 to 60 levels, but we didn’t deliberately come to the top of the mountain from another road, we were about to go down from the 360th level. The one on the way was breathless and tired, but we were a little happy, so we climbed to the top without feeling, and went down with the trend, I murmured my regret. Your sentence, we went against the trend, gradually made me put down a little, walk a different road and feel different scenery…… My life is also like this sometimes. I always go upstream and follow the trend, and have a coincidence….. Maybe the scenery here is unique! Sitting in the pavilion opposite to the bell tower, I took a nap, and the breeze blew through. It was very comfortable. Looking around, there were many peaks on the four sides, which were full of green and green. The temple was half hidden and half exposed, and it appeared and disappeared, the one climbing the 360-level stone steps is moving to the sky. We have fallen from the sky, so we are not happy….. This mountain is very peaceful and looks steep, but it is very slow to walk on it. Standing at the highest point, I didn’t even feel like being the top of the mountain. It is strange that all the mountains are small, large and small peaks stand quietly in the valley…… It is better to see the scenery than to listen to the scenery. I often say this, and I also feel it, but what I gain from the nature is a state of mind, a aftertaste, and a trace of feeling of myself, there are also long memories….. Today, longshuyu is very quiet. There is no bustle like tourists weaving. This is the place I like. In this quiet mountain, the peaks turn around, there were small butterflies standing on the unknown purple flowers along the roadside, with different colors and forms, fluttering small wings, which were very leisurely; There were also rattan green trees bearing small fruits, picking them and tasting them, which were astringent….. At this time, I seemed to turn into that little butterfly, enjoying the purity and ease of this moment, forgetting the astringent unhappiness….. Life is far from satisfactory. Today’s shortcoming is the lack of the dense nourishment of water. If you walk in this valley in the rain, it may be a different feeling….. On the trestle bridge, I let myself go; On the top of the mountains, I enjoyed the vast heart…. I am the only one in the world….. Spring elimination 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…

Autumn

Inadvertently, I turned around and met autumn again. She was always so beautiful and beautiful, especially after a trickle rain, which showed her calm and elegant temperament. In my eyes, she is more beautiful than Xi Shi, more charming and more graceful than Zhaojun. Maybe I can say that in this world, her beauty, her beauty, her style and tenderness are incomparable, which surprised her four seats. What about Helen and Venus, Hepburn and Monroe? I admit that they are human creatures with various styles. However, they are either imperfect or too rich and vulgar. There are pure and natural, splendid and fragrant, elegant and free and easy autumn. However, as for the bad taste, it is even more comparable to human and non-matter. Yes, the beauty of autumn is like a three-dimensional long axis. No matter its lines or colors, it makes people feel ashamed in front of her. Her connotation, cultivation, moral character, tolerance and tolerance are all natural and appropriate. The sky is high and the clouds are light, the chrysanthemum is picked in the East fence, the rain hits the plantain, the Reed floc is flying, the Orange Island, the mountains are red all over the world, the empty valley is Orchid, the Milky Way is bright, the wild boats are, where is the scenery, which leaf style is not romantic, showing the hero’s true color? No wonder Zi ‘An, the head of the four outstanding figures in the early Tang Dynasty, blurted out uncontrollably: The sunset glow and the lonely flock fly together, and the Autumn Water is the same color as the sky! What a lonely man flocking to Qi Fei and the sky. He brought the whole autumn to the world, and at the same time, he released the whole taste of autumn incisively and vividly. At this time, close your eyes or listen to them. I think that in your heart, the tide will rise and fall, and your thoughts will roll, flying under the blue sky and white clouds together with the feathers of memory and the fallen leaves flying outside the window. I remember that when I was a child, there was a song sung like this: white clouds floating in the blue sky, and horses running under the white clouds. This song has passed for thirty or forty years, but now I am still familiar with it, not only use melodious whistle to blow, but also sing loudly from time to time. Besides being catchy, there is another more important reason, that is, it is related to autumn, and the things related to autumn have aroused great enthusiasm and devotion in my life, which may be due to my temperament, or the date of my birth corresponds to this. In short, the unexpected encounter between life and autumn is unknown whether it is God’s will or whether she will bring the same flavor to my life. But anyway, the beauty and yearning, expectation and hope of autumn can always make my mood happy and release through singing! I even doubted whether I was born to fall, or how could I love her so much. Her smiles touched my eyebrows and thoughts and saw the blue sky and white clouds, I just think of my mind, see a leaf, I think of the season and reincarnation of life, besides, seeing the sunrise, the moon, the rain and the window flood reminded me of the past years, the roads I had gone through, the experiences I had experienced, and the various and numerous things in my life. Now my life is sitting in the arms of autumn. I can’t help devoting myself to the grass, trees, bricks and tiles. Whether the taste of that season or the taste of life, it would make me haggle over every penny and hold it to my heart. Yes, love autumn is just like a lover. It is because of this that I like to haggle over every ounce, to be bitter, to go to the west building alone without words, to see the end of the world, and to sit on the shoulder of the years, listening to The Lonely Shepherd, of course, life encounters such a season, it is more suitable for a person to go to the seaside or study behind closed doors, in a cup of afternoon tea, improvisational performance of a moonlight sonata or the seaside da Liya is also a choice to sing with autumn. If there is sunshine or drizzle outside the window at this moment, there are both kinds of scenery, and there is no doubt that the impact brought to the soul of life will definitely make you forget and unforgettable. After all, the taste of autumn always makes life chew and ponder endlessly! Or from ancient times to today, how could there be so many literati and poets expressing their feelings and singing by themselves? When will the moon come? Ask the sky about the wine. I don’t know the palace in the sky. I hope that people will last long and live together for thousands of miles. This is a well-known classic work about autumn. Its author is a well-known Dongpo layman, and his writing, painting and calligraphy, or the taste of life are perfectly reflected through his works. Of course, if it can be matched with a pot of wine and chimes, it will certainly coincide with autumn. It was night, and the moonlight was like water. I was walking on the winding riverside, and the sky was quiet. The scattered star and Ke floated on the river surface, and the wind blew, like a fallen leaf, I prepared the ship of language to drive on the calm water, and was filled with the autumn wind and autumn smell flying across the road. I felt particularly comfortable and happy. From the distance, frogs and insects sang, which was a beautiful moment, what a cool breeze and a bright moon, but it is a pity that I think of a word in my heart: but the weather is cold and the autumn is good! At present, it is the White Dew solar terms. I feel a little coolness when I sit on the riverside for a long time, which is refreshing and comfortable for me who is afraid of heat. I took out the accented harmonica I carried with me and played a song of my favorite wild goose flying south, with my mood Dancing with the wild goose. How I wish my life could be like a wild goose in my favorite season, even lingering, but I know that life is always limited, and Wild Goose is no exception. Yes, since God created me and gave me a fresh life, it is reasonable to cherish everything at present. It’s late at night, the sky is far away, people are quiet, and the smell of autumn is getting stronger and stronger 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…

Broken pieces

The quilt is warm, so I just wear a single coat. Pushing the door open, the air-conditioning went up, inside the trouser legs and neck, ah, it was really cold. Elders, suffer in the eyes. Mom aside blame. I nodded trembling. Lengnuanzizhi, although good. It’s good to mention it to relatives. Don’t hurry to put on down jacket! Mom ramble. Pots and pans, wordy, really good! 2. Sparrow sparrow standing on the wall, four! I saw that they were dancing, twisting their necks, poop their wings, stretching their legs, Going, going. Yi? They jumped more joyfully, scratching their hair and stamping their feet. Teasing is simply teasing! In the kitchen, the smell of cooking meat came. Ah, a group of little greedy cats. Come on, naughty boy, don’t pose, smell it as much as you like! The dishes at home are really delicious! 3. Nianwei Lu said, the taste of Nianwei is getting lighter and lighter, isn’t it? Twenty-three, there are fewer people eating fire. This year is becoming more and more different from the new year. I bought spring couplets, tofu and even steamed buns! The Spring Festival is getting less and less busy. Hey, children are running around, adults are talking about the South and the North. How can it be so busy? Thirty children, one end of the dumpling, it’s so bad, even the taste becomes bad! The lights were on all night, crackling. This is not the taste of the new year! 4. Fireworks Wow, a yard of red paper, noisy, smiling, very lively. Last night, the whip rang and the cannon burned, leaving a ground of broken foam. The wind blows, and the red color spreads a lot. Corner of the wall, brick seam, forgot to take the shoes. Look, Xi climbed up his eyebrows. Stepping on it, laughing at the corners of the mouth. This scattered fireworks is full of luck. Sweep, really reluctant! 5. When the light rain comes into the night, the rain comes quietly, dancing slowly and fluttering. Seeing the rain on the first day of the new year, a kind of unspeakable taste was deeply rooted in my heart. When the rain rains, an unknown mood sticks to the atrium. Ticking, so brisk! Ding Ding Dong, so happy! Listen carefully, go out and have a look. Rain is a naughty elf. Playing the harp, plucking the string of beads, proficient in everything! The grass stretched and stretched, and accidentally leaned out of the head. The Little Flower pouted his mouth and smiled uncarefully. Go to the rain, if it falls on the eyelashes, I will enjoy it secretly! 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. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Life

When winter comes and spring comes, everything on the earth begins to change! However, it seems that something vaguely becomes forever, at least there will be no change before the end of life. Some reservations are precious, while others only add pain to people. Perhaps among those people they have, they don’t feel any unhappiness, but they are also a kind of happiness. It is often said that Long Live understanding, of course, no matter what, as long as the people around you can understand, at least there won’t be too many quarrels. But understanding belongs to understanding. Every different thing needs different people’s understanding! Nowadays, many things are hard to be expressed in words, especially those related to feelings, which have already become backward things in some people’s eyes! The whole world is always surrounded by a harmonious word, which seems good on the surface. For example, most of the time, when one side is in trouble, the number of cases of eight-party support is countless, which makes some people feel that warmth is everywhere, and even doubt whether their opinions are excessive? The so-called world is full of wonders, which also represents many miracles. But what is a miracle? It is not a very rare thing. I live in this world simply and ordinarily. Right and wrong have already been common. Although sometimes I think about something for a long time and even feel painful, after that, we can only face these things which are hard to explain with words with silence. At the same time, we also believe that there will be many unjust things in this world, because some things are not problems lacking understanding. The most sensitive thing is: there are too many facts that can be solved by money, which are always misunderstood. I thought it might be caused by insufficient expression. After that, or after having to express all of them when necessary, we can understand: in this world, its complexity is caused by the horror of human heart! Explanation over and over again has reached the point of impatience. However, even though some people lost a lot of noise because they couldn’t say it, they never gave up their own opinions in their hearts! Funny world! Maybe there is no right or wrong in the secular world! As a person who likes to study the society, of course, a lot of things involved are social problems. There are also many family things here. Things that need to be explained by words are already a kind of failure under certain circumstances. Because language is just a kind of vent. Is it true that all actions are not more practical than a few words? In the trouble of many misunderstandings, gradually, only fewer and fewer languages can be used as the only way to live. After too much, the understanding of life is bound to be higher. Most of the time, I feel that life is totally meaningless. Even if I am alive, it is just a mission. Laughter contains the loss again, which becomes the privacy of the inner world. Finally, I also understand that the story in the world is not very simple. Maybe at the same time, there are also some things that are hard to explain. Although I really want to express something in my heart, I think there are many problems. In this word, there is always some pain in every word! Four Seasons are still, life is still, there are only some stories, but like the world under the sea, you can only explore slowly by yourself. Read still, life as usual, many many really regret! 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…

Dragon Boat Festival

In lunar May 5 of another year, the family’s Zhi Kui had already been worshiped in front of the ancestral hall of the hometown, right? When I was young, the wormwood I hated most was still hanging high on the door link. When I thought of all this, I couldn’t help thinking of my hometown and everything I had. My home was in Chaoshan, surrounded by mountains on three sides, on one side of the plain near the sea. Since ancient times, traffic has been blocked, so our ethnic group still retains the traditions left by our ancestors and the joys brought to me. On the eve of the Dragon Boat Festival, the family began to be busy, and the ingenious mother would start to make Zhi Qiao. Zhikui is unique to Chaoshan. It uses gardenia to mash, then soak the residue, infiltrate the yellow liquid into Pujiang alkali solution, then infiltrate into the glutinous rice flour slurry, stir well and pour it into the prepared bowl, steamed, it becomes. After worshiping ancestors on lunar May 5, the whole family took them out to enjoy. The way of eating is also very special, a plate of white sugar and a thread. At that time, my mother would always use that thread to pull and cut the Gardenia into pieces, and touch the white sugar to eat. At that time, my mother always said, “son, take one tablet and be safe. The Zhiqiu made is slightly brownish yellow, which tastes a little bitter and tastes sweet with some sugar, which is the taste of mother. After eating Zhi Qiao, hang ai ye. First, my mother would hang Ai Ye Gao on the portal, saying that she could keep home safe. Next, it was a troublesome thing. At this time, my mother would prepare a Wormwood for me. Hanging on my right ear, I am not allowed to take it off. When I was a child, I felt like a little girl wearing flowers. I always felt embarrassed and dared not to disrespect my mother’s order and let ai ye hang on my right ear, making me a little girl, it also gives off a hint of mugwort leaf fragrance. However, all these went away and became memories. I miss my hometown’s Zhi Wei, my hometown’s Wormwood fragrance, and my hometown’s Duanyang’s childhood happiness remain in my memory. I recall and recall one after another by gradually burying traditions. Chaoshan people pay most attention to tradition and inheritance, but today under the wind, they have gradually lost the parts that should not be lost. What we lost is exactly our generation, burying our happiness. I had a dream last night. I dreamed that my mother was holding Zhi Kui and said to me, “my son, just eat one piece, pingping’an May 5 Shandong praise (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) spring elimination 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…