Dream

But now I have no good impression on the city life I yearned for in the past, and even have some hatred. There are many tall buildings, heavy traffic, neon lights and shops, which symbolize the abundance of materials and the progress of society. People also seem to be enjoying full happiness. In fact, otherwise, the dirt behind the prosperity has already become the cancer of the city, which is eating away people’s yearning and favor for the city. I am a little disgusted with the city. It is not a whim or novelty, but that too many dirty things in the city begin to obliterate the beauty of the city, which is hard to accept. Let alone air pollution, food safety, traffic jam and social security, only those people who dare not compliment will make the city pale. This feeling is especially strong this morning. Maybe I slept a little late last night, and there was something wrong with my biological clock. I tossed and turned around all night, and finally I was sleepless. I expected to sleep for a while after dawn, but before dawn, the whole city began to make noise again: The Music of morning exercises, the sound of fitness equipment, the sound of car whistle, the old man weaved a net of high frequency and low shell over the city, which made people feel a little suffocated. Family members often comfort me: when you are alive, you should take the initiative to adapt to the environment instead of waiting for the society and environment to adapt to you. They began to doubt whether I was a little weird. Recently, several netizens have the same feeling with me. They even have the idea of living in seclusion. The reason is not that they don’t like the city, but that they don’t like those messy people and things in the city, so I thought of escaping. I think there are not a few people who have this idea in real life. I have always admired those famous people who lived in seclusion in the mountain forest in ancient times. That indifferent mood of fame and wealth, that indifferent to things, that leisure of picking chrysanthemum in Nanshan, and that free madness are really admirable. I thought that only literati and scholars, and eminent monks could surpass the world and see through the world of mortals. Now, I, a common person, even have this impulse. In the process of getting close to nature, I often derive the idea of living in seclusion, and I often outline the appearance of my ideal home in my heart. First of all, we have to choose a place to build houses, which is best near the mountains and rivers. Benevolent people love mountains, wise people love water. Although I am dull, I can relax my mind between mountains, rivers and waters, so that I can absorb the tenacity of mountains and the tenderness of water. The mountain may not be high or large, but it must be green; The water may not be deep or wide, but it must be clear enough. The window contains green mountains and dark green, and the door is surrounded by beautiful water. Living in such an environment, no matter what kind of person you are, you will also cultivate your eyes. I don’t have too many requirements for residence. There are thousands of luxury houses in the house, and only one stay is needed for living. As for the house, it is better to have three rooms, one for bedroom, one for cooking and dining, and the other for the reception of guests. Set up a small shed next to the house as a chicken and dog house. It is better not to use reinforced concrete to build houses, because the infiltration of reinforced concrete will hurt the weak body of nature, and it will also appear out of place in the quiet and primitive mountains and fields, which will destroy the harmony of the environment. It is better to build the room with earth stone or wood rattan, and the roof is covered with thatch or green tiles. Living in such a house is warm in winter and cool in summer, which does not make people lose their ambitions. I am a philanthropy, there must be no lack of flowers and trees in front of or behind the house. Plant a few bamboos behind the house to appreciate the extraordinary, fresh and elegant bamboo, and also taste Su Shi’s noble feelings that he would rather eat without meat than live without bamboos. Then plant a few peach trees in front of the house, watch the enchanting flowers when the flowers bloom, and taste the crisp and sweet fruits when the fruits are ripe. Chrysanthemum is planted on the left side of the house. All kinds of chrysanthemum are in full bloom in late autumn and early winter, so as to appreciate the enthusiasm of flowers and comfort the dry branches of the peach tree. In the warm sunshine bath in winter, I learned Tao Weng’s appearance to pick chrysanthemum under the eastern fence, and leisurely saw Nanshan. It is best to plant some seasonal vegetables on the right side of the House, irrigate them with water of life, and enjoy the delicious food without pesticide or chemical fertilizer corrosion. Living alone is a little lonely. You can’t owe yourself too much even if your life is just a few decades. Therefore, when choosing the address, we should also investigate the surrounding humanistic environment more, and it is better to be neighbors with some friends with the same interests. In addition to being idle, I invited a few, made a few pots of jasmine tea, talked about the past and the present in the tea fragrance, and recited poems. You can also learn from the appearance of a fairy poem, bring some old wine, invite some literate people, drink a lot, and see if you can suppress a few decent verses. How lucky it is to stay away from the noise and complexity of the world. Reading the words I wrote with my heart, I was infected by the Paradise in my writing. However, when I thought of the situation that I was naked and not covered with food, I felt a little ashamed and at a loss. The Paradise in my writing was afraid that it could only be a flash in the pan. Praise on the evening of 2015.3.20 (prose editor: dropping ink into injury) 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…

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When winter comes and spring comes, Willows spit Green. The warm spring breeze blows green into the endless wheat fields. It crumpled the quiet flowing river, and the weeping willows on the riverside bloomed their branches. The yellow-green branches pulled out the buds and gently brushed them in the slight spring breeze, just like a group of fairies in green dress dancing. The flowers and trees on the roadside are in bud, and the winter jasmine shows a shy smile. The grass in the field peaked out, and the Earth put on the green new clothes. I sigh! The color of spring is really colorful. The sun is red, the sky is blue, the treetops are light green, and the winter jasmine is delicate yellow. No wonder poets love chanting spring and painters love depicting spring, because spring is the fusion of all beauty and colors in the world. I wonder why this colorful color coincidentally chose spring to come to the Earth? I casually pulled down a willow, put it close to my nose, gently sniffed it, and a stream of fragrance permeated into my heart, as if life was green. Walking in the spring, the flowers, plants and trees in front of us are just like a graceful and graceful woman with a gentle smile coming towards her. This reminds me of the melancholy and resentful woman in the south of the Yangtze River in the rain Lane, wearing a moon white cheongsam, with the fragrance of lilac flowers, walking on a small step, holding a green oiled paper umbrella, walking gently in the misty and rainy, long rain Lane, that person, that love, that scene, I am really drunk. Speaking of Jiangnan, it is still an encounter many years ago, which is still fresh in my memory today. In March of Yangchun, when there was still some chilly spring in the north, the south of the Yangtze River had already grown warps and grass, and the city was full of flowers. The ancient towns in Jiangnan, small bridges, flowing water families, misty rain and slate ancient alleys. There are countless beautiful sceneries in the south of the Yangtze River, such as the alleys in Hangzhou, the gardens in Suzhou, the Bridges in Zhouzhuang, the Slender West Lake in Yangzhou, as well as the clear streams and small Wupeng boats in water towns. The south of the Yangtze River is the place that many literati and scholars yearn for. The champs and pavilions of the Orchid Pavilion leave many famous poets, celebrities, gifted scholars and beauties with beautiful poems that make people sigh deeply. Late Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu such description Jiangnan beauty: the Southern Dynasties si bai ba shi Temple, how much Tower misty rain in. Later, there was a poet with a beautiful poetic style. Wei Zhuang wrote his feelings about Jiangnan like this: everyone said Jiangnan was good, and visitors only lived in Jiangnan. Spring water bi yu tian, painted boat rain sleep. People on the edge of the loam are like the moon, and their wrists are like snow. If you don’t return home, you have to die. The lyricist Huang Fusong described Jiangnan for us from the perspective of women: On the day when the beauty is ripe in the south of the Yangtze River, the night boat blows the flute and the rain is drizzling. The bridge beside the Renyu post. How good is the scenery in Jiangnan? There is a story to illustrate: during the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Chen Bozhi rebelled against Liang and fled north. His good friend Qiu Chi unexpectedly persuaded him by letter, which wrote that in late spring and March, grass grew in Jiangnan, and trees grew flowers, the warblers fly in chaos. This sentence triggered Chen Bozhi’s homesickness and finally returned to Liang. There are gifted scholars in Jiangnan, and beautiful ladies in Jiangnan. The hometown of Tang Yin, a famous painter, litterateur and poet in Ming Dynasty, was Suzhou, whose classic poems. The song of Peach Blossom Temple is the most famous song in Tang Yin’s poems. The whole poem is full of gorgeous and elegant pictures, elegant and elegant style, and the melody comes back to wind and snow, with profound and mellow implication. Although the eyes were full of fragrant words such as flowers, peaches, wine, drunkenness and so on, there was no vulgar spirit. On the contrary, the writing power was straight through the back of the paper, which made people suddenly wake up. This is where Tang Yin’s poetry and painting are effective. This poem is also Tang Yin’s representative work. Tang Yin not only writes poems well, but also has the highest popularity among Chinese painters of all ages. His name is well known to all women and children. Tang Bohu laughed at Qiu Xiang three times and achieved a good marriage of gifted scholars and beauties, which was widely spread among the folk. Peach Blossom Temple Song Dynasty: Ming Dynasty author: Tang Yin original: Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, peach blossom fairy under Peach Blossom Temple. Peach blossom Immortals plant peach trees and fold flower branches as wine money. When you wake up, you only sit in front of the flowers. When you are drunk, you still have to sleep under the flowers. Before Flowers, after flowers, day after day, drunk and drunk wake up year after year. Unwilling to bow traveling front, hopefully die flower wine. Cars, dust, horses and horses are interesting for those who are expensive, while wine, flowers and branches are poor. If you compare wealth with poverty, one on the flat ground and one on the sky. If you compare poverty with chariots and horses, he will drive me to leisure. People laugh at me for being crazy. I laugh at whether they can see or not. I remember that the tomb of Wuling heroes was made of fields without wine or flowers. The two most prominent and impressive images in this poem are flowers, peaches and wine. Wine also plays an important role in ancient Chinese culture and ancient literati. It can not only be used to express solemn and stirring and generous feelings, but also become attached to the desolation, arrogance and independence of the world. There were Liu Ling and Ji Kang in Jin Dynasty, Eight Immortals in Tang Dynasty, and hundreds of poems about Li Bai’s wine fighting. Dongpo in Song Dynasty asked Qingtian about wine, while in Ming Dynasty, Tang Yin slept under drunken flowers. Jiangnan is the mellow wine made by the poetry of gifted scholars and the smile of beautiful people, and it is the painting of apricot flowers, spring rain and the breeze and the moon intertwined. Attracted Emperor Qianlong three times down the south, left praise poem: Jinshan bamboo several Chiaki, cloud lock peak respective stream. Thousands of miles of Yangtze River floating jade belt, a bright moon rolling golden ball. Looking at Hubei for three thousand miles, the destination reaches 16 states in Jiangnan. Beauty One view is endless, Tianyuan partakers Again Tour. The romantic Emperor Qianlong went to the south of the Yangtze River for three times, causing the descendants to ponder! The Broken Bridge beside Xizi Lake witnessed the love between the White Lady and Xu Xian. In the misty and rainy south of the Yangtze River, in the south where willows depend on; In the south where apricot flowers, pear flowers, peach blossoms and cherry blossoms bloom, in the south where silk and bamboo and Wu Yu are light, I wrote down countless poems and songs of literati and scholars, and love stories of scholars and beauties. Beautiful legends and stories make me have the impulse to go to Jiangnan again. In a trance, I seemed to walk into the south of the Yangtze River, to feel the mood of those literati, to experience the history of the past, and to explore the literary fragrance of those long-lasting movers. I seemed to be in the south of the Yangtze River, holding a red oiled paper umbrella, wearing a plain-flowered cheongsam, walking gracefully in the drizzle bluestone Alley and meeting a teahouse at the corner. Teahouses in Jiangnan water towns are often built near the water, with wooden pillars standing in the river and attics built on the water. The windows are open on three sides near the water. The old teahouse pays attention to facing water, backing against water and stepping on water when drinking tea. Some teahouses are opened on Qiaotou Street. The buildings of Jiangnan teahouses are simple and compact, most of which are waterside pavilions with black tiles and red walls. There are carved latticework windows on the upstairs, and tea guests can enjoy tea by the fence, overlooking the scenery of the waterside. You can also drink the real West Lake Longjing tea here. The March spring tea has been on the market. Under the boiling water, the emerald green tea buds fly up and down like green elves playing in spring. Longjing tea is a specialty of Hangzhou, which is famous all over the world for its green color, fragrant, sweet taste and beautiful shape. The best quality of Longjing should be Mingqian tea. Mingqian tea refers to the tea picked before Qingming Festival. Longjing tea picked before Qingming Festival is green and translucent, with uniform and shiny leaves and sweet fragrance in the tea. The tea leaves are brewed and the buds and leaves stretch, pieces of floating and sinking water are fresh green and beautiful, giving people a sense of natural purity. Drinking it, the taste is sweet and delicious, and the entrance is soft and fragrant, giving people a sense of freshness and nature. Smelling the fresh and elegant fragrance of tea, listening to the rain quietly, enjoying the green water outside the window and the Wupeng boats on the water. Drinking tea, splashing ink, leaving verses dyed with ink; You can also hold a favorite book, in this quiet teahouse, a journey of soul, let the book fragrance leisurely, tea charm curling, time slowly flowing. Read poetry and view history books, shake hands with the ancients, and let your thoughts gallop for hundreds of years. Looking back at Zhou Lang in the three kingdoms, he was spirited and vigorous; His mother-in-law was engraved, and Yue Pengju was devoted to serving the country with vigour and vigour; Hua Mulan joined the Army for his father, and he didn’t want his eyebrows; His; past Millennium, see success or failure, Mao Zedong, only know bow shoot eagles, truly great men still see today, countless hw jing zhe yao. A period of reverie once witnessed the vicissitudes of life. The stories in words and the realm of great men shocked my soul, inspired my spirit and sublimated my life. However, I still want to be an ordinary woman, not afraid of the wind and frost, not asking the ending, and taking my fate to dance in the world of mortals. Wear a cloth, eat coarse rice and drink a cup of tea. With a handful of time and a pen of heart, I wrote grace into the lines of poetry of life. In the fireworks of the world, I guarded my original self and calmly faced the ups and downs of life. A breeze blew through, bringing me back to reality from my fantasy. In March in the north, there was still the steep, slightly cold and cold winter. Walking into the early spring, the mountains and rivers in March, flowers and plants, wind, clouds, rain and dew are all romantic words and hazy poems. Entering the early spring, my heart was filled with poems and songs. A Sujian wrote endless, every possible way red purple bucket Fangfei. Walking into the early spring, in the charm of nature, you will experience the wonderful scenery like flowers, songs, poems and picturesque paintings. Spring is approaching, everything recovers, streams are tinkling, girls take off their fat cotton-padded clothes and date with spring. The world becomes colorful, soothing as songs, vague as poems and mysterious as paintings. Spring is coming, the wind is warm, the willow is green, the flowers are red, everywhere is full of vitality, walk out of the House and forget the worries, take the family, call friends, find a paradise, accompany the children to fly kites, if you catch a few fish, pick up some firewood, and have a picnic, it is not that the immortal wins the immortal! QQ:825090189 Like (prose editor: indifferent) 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…

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I am more vulnerable than others. When I was a child, I saw a local whose face was livid but dyed pale yellow hair, which scared me that I dare not dye my hair till now. When I was a child, I accidentally found a large scar on my playmate’s chest, which was left by the operation. It scared me to sleep with my hands pressing on my chest till now. Therefore, it is inevitable to have nightmares occasionally. At that night, I dreamed that I was controlled by the evil, so I couldn’t make a sound. The oreodon in yangqia River is always tiny, but in my dream I saw a oreodon in this river getting bigger and bigger, which was so big that I came in front of me and opened my big mouth. In my dream, I struggled to call: Jesus is the Lord, jesus saved me, but the call was quite difficult and could only be intermittent. But still called out a voice. A dream passed and a dream came again. The amiable security guards in the community suddenly became Japanese devils with green faces and teeth. The surging may be due to the flood of anti-Japanese dramas. During the time when I went home from work to cook, eat and wash dishes every day, the TV in the living room always showed the sword and sword, fighting and shouting. If equipped with stereo sound, it seems that the whole building is full of anti-Japanese passion. In order to calm down, after washing, he took the child’s hand and went to the long corridor of the community for an hour to go home to sleep. Words belong to dreams, and after dreaming of devils, of course, I tried my best to shout: Jesus is the Lord, and Satan failed! After all, I went to the ground and shouted with all my heart. Then I dreamed that the J bus I took everyday went forward bravely, drove straight to the ends of the world, and entered a vast wilderness, with dark clouds pressing against the top and wild beasts roaring. The driver disappeared, but there was a monster coming to the car window. I cried hard again: Jesus, my lord, was exhausted by the three dreams one night, and I didn’t know when he calmed down. In the state of forgetting things and me, I suddenly heard a song: Victory and victory, aliluya, Christ has won. This is a triumph song of war, but it is sung so softly. That is the angel singing. So I echoed. Unexpectedly, my mouth was open and my voice was loud. The singing naturally slips out of my mouth, unimpeded, without struggling. Original, praise without struggle. I opened my eyes, it was dawn. I destroyed the box of Three Kingdoms killing game cards with Dragon marks in the children’s bookcase and threw them into the dustbin in the community. The humming Minor began a busy day. If Joy gave birth to wings, flying to the sky, the Sun, the moon and the stars flew all the way, soaring ceaselessly, I still sent this song: closer to you, my God, be closer to you, my God, be closer to you. 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…

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The wind in March is light and spiritual, tearing a tree flower soul; The rain in March is melancholy and dignified, pounding on the ground and falling on the ground; Moreover, the flowing water in March is lingering, sweeping away bright petals one after another. Standing in front of the peach tree, use a flute to open the sky of this season for the passing, drifting and still withered flowers, and let the soul of beautiful flowers rise slowly with the light rain and fog, float to the pure sky; Use a guitar to play the melody, let the flower fairy rotate, dance and float with the dance music, cut off the worldly friendship and bring the dream to heaven together; with a suona, I finally gave her a ride and sang a melodious funeral song for her. Gently use the palm to warm a peach blossom face, as if hearing the heart rhythm beating of the peach heart. In the whole March, it has been beautiful, bright and smooth; Also in this March, torn, beaten, washed. It seemed that I heard the most beautiful song in March, and also heard the most solemn and stirring elegan in March. The wind in March blows the dusty thoughts in the cold winter, the precipitation and the painful thoughts. I have seen the traces of people wading through the dust in Chu river at dusk; I have looked at Liu Yong’s wine and smiled thin and poetic at the broken heart; Who is lonely and still as beautiful as flowers? Who fell in love with dreams throughout March? It is peach blossom in March! A dark red fruit begins to give birth to a memory, a voice, a heart, a legend. On the land far away from your dream, I am waiting with my haggard face. On the lonely tears, there is a peach fairy coming in waves, singing a sad and touching love story for me. Dream is far away, peach forest is lush. It is said that Peach Blossom is heartless and idle. Is the silent pain and lonely expectation my sad heart? The brisk bird drops down the branches without flowers, twittering, just like the secret words of Angels, cutting through the twilight of the sky; Like the messenger of the flower fairy, delivering a kind of message, it conveys her sorrow and lingering like me. Buddha said: Everything in this world is closely related to God. I seemed to hear the sound of nature, the song of soul, and the song of soul. It turned out that I was not alone, because what fell was petals, and the flower soul always accompanied my heart. Praise on March 28th, 2013 (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow vanishing 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…