Time

The trace of time, transmigration in the boundless, rhyme, in the heart, graceful and restrained into a sentence, weave yourself a dream of love, set a period of time of peace, sunrise to the east, sunset to the west, with the autumn wind folding, it is warm and cold. Inscription the autumn sun in September is warm and quiet, and the temperature difference between morning and evening is the footprint of this season. A cup of tea is warm, and it is charming to enter the relaxed mind, embrace a moment of silence and be yourself, living near the window, writing, dropping ink, gently lifting the most beautiful mind, little emotions, condensed in the pen and ink, deeply and shallow recording the little happiness in a period of time, inadvertently enriched the mood, but also gained affection. The days went further and further, and the more they went, the more quiet they were. The fireworks of daily necessities and oil lay in the bottom of my heart. When I got up in the morning, I pushed the window and took a deep breath. In the fresh air, the breeze blew my heart. In the hazy sky, there was clear Dew with coolness. The mist hadn’t dispersed yet. The yellowish light reflected the fog, the envoy of the city began to clean up the stains. The crowd of three or three people who practiced in the morning played the leisurely music of the city for a day with a happy expression. Turn around in laziness, stretch your body, gently comb and wash, afraid of worrying about you in deep sleep, quickly prepare tableware, rich breakfast, extract it in steamer, wait for time to tick over, wake you up in the hotbed without hesitation. You are confused and dressed in shaking until the rhythm of the repeater reminds you that a tense day cannot be underestimated. When the morning light, through the south window, it shone into the room, and I have seen you disappear in the bustling crowd. The journey you have traveled and the scenery you pass by need to be quiet with your heart at a certain moment. You like to be alone, to escape without any reason, and to enjoy the indifference and verdant after the prosperity alone, put a cup of green tea aside the tea table, taste it slowly, drink it slowly until the tea fragrance leaves, and let your thoughts drift with the time. Read Shen Congwen’s sentence: in the green mountains and waters, I want to take your hand and walk across this bridge. There are green leaves and red flowers on the bridge, running water under the bridge, and green silk on the other end of the bridge, this end of the bridge is white hair. Smart people should live an ideal life, while stupid people should get used to life. Everything is so quiet, all people are in this unspeakable days, pure loneliness in the past is very touching words, the prosperity and decline of the world, do not care too much, A lot of smoke clouds are like flying wool passing by, leaving a touch of fireworks nearest to oneself, warming oneself, repairing hedges and picking chrysanthemum, planting freehand brushwork of sunshine, and more ordinary days, we must live a full and bright life without any disciplines, so as not to let down the good times of this life. I was a little surprised when I came to a small gathering and met you who were Handsome. I was a little anxious to look for memory. I was impressed by you who were thin and small, and you were impeccable in mathematics, physics and chemistry. It seemed that there was only a short time, then you spread your wings and went to another world. When the Cup and Cup collided with a crisp sound, when you realized your maturity and humor in talking and laughing, you said without scruple that you would enter my words, you also need to set up a woman that you once liked to play with you and make a dream at that time, taking this opportunity to kiss the fragrance of a flower. I laughed without saying a word, letting the keyboard knock out the silk mark at my fingertips. More and more enjoy the purity of this life, a kind of transparency without any thoughts, permeating into the cells around the body, full of joy, smile on the lips, often appear, that is the comfortable atmosphere of this city, which is comfortable and relaxing. Time flows, day and night turn, new start, light and keep the fragrance quiet, drink with time, enjoy the Four Seasons Bright, not arrogant, not unhappy, not sad or unhappy love yourself. Text/River micro signal: liuzhimei2013 QQ:410677475 QQ:2990605697 public platform search: weiman — shenghuo 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…

Winter

Four seasons of the year, spring sowing, summer busy, autumn harvest, winter storage, winter is the end of the year, all memories will gradually accumulate in this season, and then slowly settle down in the gentle winter sunshine, it is best to soak a pot of oolong on the frozen top, open an old photo album casually, lean lazily on the sofa in front of the window, and let the vine of memory slowly climb to my heart with the aroma of tea, those black and white images will gradually become fresh. The leading role in each photo, on the stage of memory, hurriedly debut and hurriedly exit, just like the tea in boiling water, after a tumbling, slowly sink into the bottom of the kettle. In the long winter night, you ‘d better rush into a cup of fragrant and mellow latte, put on a Blues CD and curl up in front of the warm fire. The pouring of bass saxophone will make you think of those who used to be in the cold wind in winter, the most beautiful accident was that at the corner of the mountain road, or beside the decadent wall of the ancient temple, or beside the frozen river Bay, I suddenly encountered a cluster of wintersweet blooming alone in the cold. The Shadow was horizontal and oblique, with dark fragrance floating, golden Plum Blossoms spread over the branches like clouds, light and quiet like a dream floating over my heart. In this season when all the flowers shake down and everything desolation, the touching at that moment will make you unforgettable until many years later. Of course, it would be more perfect if there could be a heavy snow all over the sky in winter. Between the boundless heaven and earth, glittering snowflakes were falling and accumulating continuously, blurring all boundaries, buried all traces, the world in front of us became pure and flawless, as if back to the beginning of chaos. At that moment, the footsteps of time seemed to be still, and they didn’t want to leave footprints on the boundless snow. At this time, you only need a single leaf boat and a straw hat to experience the artistic conception of fishing alone in the cold river and snow. With the development of the times, the seasonal characteristics nowadays seem to become more and more blurred. People in modern cities have cars when going out, air conditioners when entering houses, and Taobao when shopping, so people prefer to stay at home, for the feeling of seasons, only the data changes of meteorological information on mobile phones and the interpretation of meteorological announcers on TV are left. Although daily life is more convenient, however, it makes people miss the frozen red little hands and the steaming head under the cotton hat in their childhood memory more and more. The winter of this year seemed to come Tiptoe. There was neither heavy snow flying all over the sky nor a sunny day. The shadow of haze and Gray lingered, the memory about winter is like an old yellow Photo. Before I could see it clearly, it slipped quietly from my fingertips, which made people sigh lightly. However, winter will still pass after all. Spring has already stood outside the door. When we open the window again, the colorful spring in the garden will surely come to our faces. 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…

Alley

There is an alley where I live. It is a small road on the main road, which is very remote. I seldom take this road because it is narrow and partial. In the white crane town of Shanghai, there are many small streets and alleys, many old houses, densely populated and numerous houses. Today, I had nothing to do and walked to this remote alley. Out of curiosity and exploration, I went in. What surprised me was that in this alley, many young women with heavy make-up were sitting in front of their houses. Most of them looked like thirty or forty years old, and their clothes were extremely exposed. They sat on the stool at the door, looking left and right. I approached them, and their eyes seemed to see the prey. They winked at me and whistled in their mouths, which was a wave of seduction to me. I was shocked, and soon I thought of it. These naughty women are what people call prostitutes. They shouted, or? I didn’t answer. I just wanted to leave soon. I didn’t want to do such a thing. One is that I am afraid of getting some venereal diseases. I don’t want to betray my soul when I am 20 years old. It is normal for people to have sexual desire, but I don’t want to go away on this windy and snowy night. Looking at them, I really have something to ask them to come. They are selling their bodies and tarnish their souls. Women are born with a good capital. A good body can be exchanged for gold and silver treasures, even the whole world. Prostitutes use their bodies to make a living. They don’t need to work, but just lie on the bed to make men happy, and then the men obediently take out money. Prostitutes have existed since ancient times. All those who can make money have been used. They just saw men’s demands for sexual desire. In ancient times, this was also a profession, but most of those women were not their own wishes. Some of them were abducted, some were used by family members to pay debts, and some were wandering and helpless, some are in urgent need of money at home. In the ancient feudal society, women still paid much attention to chastity, so they generally learned a skill of playing and singing, specializing in performing and not selling themselves. They accompanied the Childe to eat, drink, play and have fun. At most, they pinched breasts and touched hips. Others are specially used to sleep with men. They have no skills and can only make money with their bodies. Now, look at the prostitutes who still exist, they actually live on it. I think they represent out of laziness, want something for nothing, a business can give a 100 or 200, this comparable day hard work to the faster. Besides, they also have sexual desire. They are stronger than men. Do they satisfy others and fill themselves. They seem to have no sense of shame, and their eyes are full of money and desire. Since there are people doing this business, there are many consumers. I don’t know if they have wives and children. They are old and young, beautiful and ugly. Driven by sexual desire, they find these women to have a good time. I really don’t know whether they gave birth to the market of sexual desire, or the market of sexual desire gave birth to them. I saw their shiny faces. They were really not ashamed, just like normal occupations. I was really speechless. I saw all the women in that alley. Don’t they have their own husbands? Are they doing it secretly or do their family members know it? I don’t know, if they do this kind of thing secretly, will she treat her husband? Her husband knew if he would kill her and divorce her. If her family knew that she was doing such a thing, then how foolish her family was, letting her wife be ravaged by other men. I thought of a neighbor in my family, whose owner had a son and a daughter. When her daughter grew up to fifteen or sixteen years old, she went out to work, but later she unexpectedly became a prostitute. The news soon spread out in the village. We were all ashamed of his daughter, but he didn’t stop her from doing this. He also said that the money was faster and it was not hard. We are all shocked. Is this his own daughter? Later, his daughter had been in her twenties and reached the age of talking about marriage, but none of them came to Blind Date. Her affair had already spread outside the village, who guy is willing to marry a prostitute to go home. Later, there was no way to do it. He said that he didn’t want to pay for the bride’s gift or pay for the money. Then he got married. The family was really not good, so he settled down like this. Nowadays, she is suffering from diseases, and her body is full of abscess. She also has many diseases in her lower body, so she can’t give birth, which is so sad. A few years later, his son also got married. A few years later, her wife also did this kind of thing, Hearing that the villagers said that she was forced to do it by her husband, I really felt sad for him and could do everything for money. 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…