Walk Alone

Maybe my heart falls into the distant mountains with the setting sun, and I always like to walk in the light breeze and dusk, looking at the mountains submerged by the sun, as if I am pursuing something: the past, the present and the future; Happy streams, the swaying branches are still the lost self. I can’t tell clearly what I am thinking about at this moment, and my steps are just moving mechanically, slowly stepping into the depth of dusk. The brisk footsteps fell on the winding path of streams and trees. Although it was raped by the hot sun in the daytime, the breeze blew my face here and the cool wind washed away the hot summer, leaving a little pleasant. In such a hot summer night, this place is the best place to go. However, my heart is still agitated and my mood is chaotic. The cheerful stream, like a sensible girl, gently twined around me, wanting to wash my worries with her clear body; The sound of the Valley cicada, like the magical sounds of nature, I intend to use the song as smooth as blood to inject vitality into my body; The branches on my head are luxuriant to dispel the hot summer and support a cool environment for me; The stones on the road are against my feet, as if reminding me to take every step carefully. Stretch out your arms to stretch your body and let the breeze roll over your tired body. I woke up with a sudden start, and The Black Path came over. Am I willing to let the night drown gradually? Can’t you find the way to come? No, I still have bright red blood on my body. I can’t go forward like this and immerse myself in a daze. Although the scenery here is beautiful, it is about to be submerged by darkness. Hurry back to the village and look around. There are lights everywhere. Praise on August 19, 2011 (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…

Life

Ordinary Days of Life Online 1 in the morning, I hurried from the easternmost home of the city to the westernmost factory of the city. Outside the window, the gastrodia elata was bright, and the morning glow just dyed red and cyan on the horizon. In the evening, he dragged his tired body and numb heart out of the factory gate and hurried to his home several kilometers away from the city. Window, street lights gleam, yue shang liu shao tou. This is the life I live every day, which is just like copying. I open my eyes every morning, thinking about going to work, what to eat three meals a day, what to think about today’s weather, and what to think about is something that will never be finished. It seems that the busy things are actually trivial and have to be done. One day’s time passed in this fragmentary. It is getting cold, and I hope spring is coming; It is getting hot, and I am complaining about the God while looking forward to the cool weather. When I put on thick clothes and saw the first snow, I suddenly looked back and woke up suddenly. Another year came. No trace, no impression, no waves, plain, no surprise and no danger. Of course, people all want themselves, their families, friends, even the society and the country to be safe. No one wants earthquake, crash and debris flow disasters to happen every day. No one wants to live that kind of life with fear and death as early as night. However, in general, disasters do not happen every day. Most people’s lives are basically day after day. Today, the content of yesterday is copied, and the content of tomorrow is copied well. Every day is waiting for you calmly with the same content and form, indulging you and testing you. The ordinary days one by one became so plain that they became mediocre. Sometimes, ordinary days are like a ruthless bystander. I have been ill for as long as a month, and I feel the days are very long and sad. When you encounter disappointments at work, when you encounter disappointments in life, it becomes very difficult day by day. However, life is so ruthless. It does not comfort you, help you or help you. Moreover, when you are proud and proud, you will not be reminded or alerted. It just looked on coldly. When I finally walked through everything, looking back at it, it was still speechless and plain, and your heart had begun to be light. Ordinary Days are just like this. But if you think about it carefully, there are still waves in the ordinary and even mediocre days. During this period of early summer and early morning, it was very refreshing. Jogging, doing morning exercises, and enjoying the short coolness before the hot sun rises. The car galloped on the flat road. Look out of the window through the window. In winter, in front of the window, the gray and cyan sky began to appear a little bit bright, revealing warm colors. It was another sunny winter day, and I suddenly felt warm in my heart. In early spring, the trees on both sides of the road were blooming with burning flowers, which rendered all the way, splendid all the way, permeating the heart. I like to eat a bowl of noodles in the morning. Pour some side dishes and put a yellow egg on it. I found it attractive, and ate it with delicious smell. After eating, my stomach is full, and I am much more steadfast. One day starts with this bowl of noodles. During the working period, I went to the scene, entered the post, and felt the high temperature together with my workers, brothers and sisters; The hard work, together watching the sweat beads fell on the ground and turned into eight pieces. Sweat poured on the post and traveled all over the work site. I found that Sweat was so glittering and translucent in ordinary days, and found that my life was extremely full. When they were writing, their wet figures circled in their minds, The translucent sweat solidifies under my own pen. A kind of touching lingers in the bottom of my heart. Go home at night, wash away the sweat, Fry two side dishes, drink a glass of beer, think about the day’s scattered, think about the setbacks, frustration, trouble encountered, and reflect on your behavior and mentality at ease. Occasionally, there will be a figure passing through the bottom of my heart, just a silent smile. In the dead of night, I made a cup of light green tea and read the books on the bedside casually. Thirsty, sip two cups of light tea, sleepy, throw books and sleep. The day ended in a cup of gradually cool green tea. One by one small spray, supporting one by one ordinary days slide silently. When it comes to weekends, I look for my own time after housework. Maybe in the afternoon, or in the evening, this time belongs to me completely. Reading books, surfing the Internet and practicing piano. Tired, listen to songs; Sleepy, sleep; Bored, walk casually on the street, blow the Phoenix, watch the people coming and going in the street, listen to the noise of cars coming and going. Time passed away calmly and plainly, but it seemed not to feel bored, helpless or even empty. 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…