I and

I am looking for your breath along the way, but I forget that you are already gone. Beating horses across the grassland, never picking a petal, but stealing your fragrance all the way. I want to use the time of a song to forget everything, but forget my seven-second memory without fish. It is said that memory hurts people, but what hurts people most is not memory, but time. Hearing the voice of the man with curly hair hiding full of stories, I would always reveal all my emotions hidden behind me at a loss. It is a pity that he sings that who has betrayed himself, who has been exiled by the world, who can’t help himself, who has been precarious, and who is willing to face the mirror and say that I can, to the people I met again, you are here too. But I am not brave enough, I am afraid that I will run away when I see you. He sang and I tried again and again you hid again and again, and there was a premonition that it was too difficult to recover. Whether all the tolerance without saying anything is considered to be strong and indifferent. Should all the cheated people reflect that they are too stupid and believe too much. I once gave you the trust of the world, but in exchange for the painful deception. Sometimes listening to songs is not melody, but voice; Listening to songs is not beat, but lyrics. It is really close to sadness, and it is also close to loss of heart and sadness. The trust that was once understandable to the world disappeared in the streets washed by the rain along with the continuous rain all night. If life is just like first sight, if we pass by like parallel lines, how good it would be. We always quarrel with people we love and talk to strangers. Everyone laughs at the fool of the world, but doesn’t know the unknown pain in the bottom of his heart and doesn’t want to be endured by another person he cares about. The missed years have blossomed into colorful purple flowers in the north desert, which has deserted the spring and summer of reincarnation. In this flourishing age, we are guarding loneliness and hurting beyond recognition. A friend who has a good relationship told me that you are a stubborn person who has been insisting on one thing. He said that thanks to you, you are a woman full of sense of justice, or you will be full of dark factors in this sad world. In fact, I am lucky that someone will take my brightness into my eyes and feel my grievances and sufferings; I am lucky that someone will be the same as me, even if the road ahead is rough, I will keep moving forward. Tossing and turning in other people’s years to harvest other people’s touch, watching those years of prosperity in the reluctant curtain call out a flower, bright all the darkness around. How lucky I am to have a fragrant smile in this green season. I am not afraid of the autumn rain that has not yet fallen. I open my hands and embrace the future I want with all my youth. Walking on the road of the future with courage, strength and smile. I don’t like crying. The existence of tears is just to prove that sadness is not an illusion. But only when you get hurt in person can you learn to be smart. GARVEN’s words are spoken by people, and fart is also spoken by people. Speaking is the same as fart, which is just a breath. Although the words are very rough, they are exactly the same. Don’t people live just for one breath? I stick to my belief and bottom line, arm myself with the indifference of isolating the world and reach tomorrow. What pervades the whole open world is the great sadness of the low violin. Just like a woman crying, full of black and white. Then there is the infinite expansion of silence. Annie said that when a woman was looking at the sky, she didn’t want to look for anything. She’s just lonely. But with so much loneliness, how many people can bear it? In this loneliness, we walked slowly to a place marked by God. This city, which develops forward at the speed of light, loses itself in endless desires with rotating material desires and vigorous vitality. In those sad piano music or sorrowful cello, the sadness and sadness are rendered and enlarged until the whole world is filled, and then I suddenly find myself in a stirring spirit, see yourself who has not been assimilated by the world. If we are all children, we can stay in the same place of time, sit together and listen to those stories that never grow old while slowly looking forward. I pray that on a beautiful street corner, I will meet the future and then myself. 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…

Cooking

Most of the friends I know are addicted to drinking and drinking, so most of them don’t cook. Every phone date always says, where is it? Which hotel? Arrive? And the reason for the delay is often just to pick up the child, but never to say: Cooking at home! I will give them a meal before I go. In my impression, except one friend, most of them are like this. This friend and I are very similar. As long as it is not a special appointment, what’s wrong with waiting? As long as we make it clear that we need to cook, because children and wives who go to school and work can’t wait more. They are tired and should eat ready-made food when they come back. Who makes my holidays more, while my friends just meet for leisure? Of course, friends don’t have to wait long, but after three or ten minutes, my cooking is very fast. Now leave steamed buns on the rice steaming pot, and the two fires will be opened at the same time. The boiling water with bigger fireworks will be opened. After the oil with smaller flame is put in, the eggs will be knocked, and the scallion flowers and salt will be mixed, when preparing to pour, the oil was just hot. When the egg was fried into a muffin, the Green Pepper had been washed and scrubbed. Half a plate of blue silk was cut enough, and when the blue flower porcelain decoration room was half covered and half covered, my son’s favorite egg pancake is just out of the pot. At this time, immediately, put it on hot heat, add a small amount of warm water, and cook it in the tender outside, then pour green pepper shreds and stir fry. Between them, take some flour or millet from the noodle cabinet, stir the water to wash, because the water on the fire is going to boil, you can also directly sprinkle corn grits in the pot, as long as you stir while sprinkling, and then turn off the shredded pork with green pepper, stir or corn porridge or millet porridge. The steamed bun which had already turned off the power of the rice steamer, put two pickles on the table together, and then served two hot dishes. When going back to the kitchen to turn off the fire for porridge, the phone would ring. Don’t worry about him, chores served me some. Two minutes later, the cook who had changed his clothes opened the door and called: Hey, just downstairs, I’ll be there soon! Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…

Pheasant

In midsummer afternoon, I drove on the country road at the junction of Jiangsu and Anhui. Under the sunshine, the field just washed by the shower, everything seemed extraordinarily quiet and bright. Just as I was slowly passing through a grove, I was surprised to see a pheasant with colorful feathers, dancing and walking on the roadside with my head held high. I immediately parked the car on the roadside gently, staring at the elegant figure of this rare wild bird, I didn’t even dare to turn on the engine, just because I was worried that this unexpected wonderful scene would disappear in front of me instantly in the noise of the motor. This pheasant in the green field seemed to be out of the “Tianzhu pheasant picture” written by Ren Yi, a painter in Qing Dynasty. Against the background of blue sky and green field, its posture of spreading wings is so natural and unrestrained, and its light steps are so confident. It didn’t seem to panic about my appearance, but still strolled on the green field leisurely. I was very surprised at the calmness it showed to me. It is said that pheasant is spiritual. Am I really a trustworthy person in its eyes? Thinking of this, I couldn’t help feeling grateful to the pheasant I met. In the reality of serious lack of trust and sincerity, I can be trusted by the other side. Isn’t it worthy of being proud and gratified? However, I felt deeply ashamed again. Ask yourself, when I found it, was there any idea of hunting it mixed with surprise? Over the years, in the process of constantly pursuing all kinds of hopes, sometimes, in order to achieve the goal of gray, I also learned to make tricks and tricks, I also became a ruthless profit-pursuer. Am I worthy of being trusted by the other party? Although it is just a quiet and beautiful pheasant. This pheasant in the green field seems to still enlighten me to recall the long lost good times. Because of its appearance, I found that I had indeed lost a lot. The kind heart, the feeling of gratitude, the faith of Seeking Beauty and the will of sokzhen at this moment, with the appearance of pheasant, all of these seemed to return to my mind again. I thought silently. I saw the pheasant flying from the green field again. It was circling around the green jungle at low altitude, and its feathers were blowing under the summer breeze, in the shining of brilliant sunshine, I looked at it happily, just like an auspicious and gorgeous peony, blooming gracefully between the heaven and the Earth. Is really handsome elite! Moved by this wonderful scene, I decided to stay in this scenic place for a longer time. I love it very much in this silent summer noon, with pure mood, with soft eyes, from the perspective of truth, goodness and beauty, to quietly meditate on the vigorous pheasant. On the green field, you, the dance steps are elegant, I, smile is bright, the beautiful moment of surprise meeting, let me believe that fairy tales are not all fabricated. I don’t remember which poet did this poem come from. But my feeling at this moment is completely like what is described in the poem. I have to admit that I am not melodramatic. Before that, compared with that pheasant who was not alert to me, I seemed to be more alert to the honesty and friendship between people. Before that, I never believed that the beautiful scenes in fairy tales would exist in reality. I am delighted that I am destined to meet this fairy tale-like beautiful holy picture. If I can understand the language of birds, I really want to say to that elegant pheasant; Thank you for your trust in me, you have become my brand new metaphor. Yes, there should be no difference between you and me, I and You, sincere trust, so why bother to struggle with the difference between you and me. Between the blue sky and the green earth, you are the symbol of beauty, and I am the sincere praise. Maybe, we all have reasons to believe; False, evil and ugliness are just a short process. Truth, goodness and beauty are sacred eternity. I pray that in my heart full of green, there will always be a beautiful pheasant like a Phoenix dancing gracefully low. 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…