Put down

The pendulum of the clock has never stopped. Every second now is the past of the next second. The moon tonight will also be the past of tomorrow, the future is always the place we can’t see in the next second, while in the past, we have really gone through. The years of mountains and rivers, the cycle of seasons, the joys and sorrows, the gains and losses, as well as the twists and turns of the heart. I have experienced a heart-stirring thing and some headache moments, and I will tell myself, forget it, eat a cut, grow a wisdom, and pay attention to it next time. However, in the dead of night, I always chew the silhouette of those memories repeatedly, regret what should not happen with the regret that broke my head, and curse myself for being too careless, curse the ups and downs of fate, and at the same time hate those people who are associated with it so much that they gnash their teeth. This feeling is like the devil following himself, always rushing into his mind at unexpected moments, corroding his thoughts and torturing his soul. People’s hearts are like duckweed floating on the sea, as if they can never reach the shore and find a sense of security. With the rise and fall of the sea water, I am uneasy, agitated, confused and afraid. These restless emotions torture me at any time, instead of touching the reef and encountering the wind and waves, the nervous mood will follow you for a long time like a shadow. Once you are bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of the well rope for ten years. The tension in your heart comes from the shadow that you can’t put down, the shadow that you have in your heart, the shadow in, just like an invisible rope, winding in the depth of memory, it reminds me of the deep blood stains and faint pains under the brain Heller all the time, once there was a story, the blood stains that were once sprinkled on the road. In the past, it was the overnight tea. No matter what kind of fire was used to warm it, it lost its fragrance. Even though the lingering fragrance was around the beam, it could only be the fireworks on the other side, the moon in the mirror. If the text message of the mobile phone is not deleted after a long time, the memory will be occupied. If the information box is full, the new text message will not come in. When the message prompt is heard, open the mobile phone and see that the message is full, when new information cannot be displayed, it is too late to delete it. Only by deleting the information you have seen at any time and letting the memory of the mobile phone have free capacity to receive new text messages can the mobile phone play its real role. During the Spring and Autumn period, Duke Huan of Qi put aside the past grievances and put Guan Zhong in his place. Finally, with the help of Guan Zhong, he won the world. Han emperor Liu Bang put the past behind, seal yong chi square Hou, consolidate the world the hearts and minds. The heart is like a needle, then everything is pessimistic, only to see flaws, ignoring the overall situation. The heart is as wide as the sea, which can accommodate thousands of rivers. Only by absorbing the absorption and precipitation can we make our world clear and sunny. If you don’t know how to put down big things and small things, what you are tired of is not only your present, but also tomorrow. Too many times, we look for yesterday’s footprints in today’s sunshine and waste our time. There will always be a kind of self-liberation but stupid words in the deep of my heart inexplicably. If what happened at the beginning, then what was the result? If what happened at that time, then what happened now. I would rather comfort my fragile soul with such a boring assumption than put down the past and face the current sunshine well. The heart can be enlarged or narrowed, and the memory can be very long or very short. Walking in the troubled world of mortals every day and living a life of daily necessities, everyone has a little selfishness more or less. If they earn justice, they can laugh. After a few days, they forget and suffer losses, he will tie a knot in his heart. As long as he doesn’t understand, no one will understand. In life, the past is always an indelible mark. No matter whether you are happy or not, whether you are proud or not, what happened cannot be changed. No one can go back to the past by a time machine and reverse Qiankun, no one can buy regret medicine and start all over again. The only way to get rid of the past is to let the bad things of yesterday turn into clouds before the first ray of sunshine today rises, leaving no shadow in my heart. 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…

Chaos

I couldn’t help shivering when the cool breeze blew. In fact, there is bright and hot sunshine, but for a person whose heart is already cold, even if the whole person is thrown into the vast sea of fire, he will not feel any warmth. I was like walking into the polar region. There was no difference between east, west, north and south. I stood there and looked around. The white world was full of cold air deep in my heart. The high ice edge was swaying in the water, but I was swaying in the snow. I tried my best to find the direction I wanted to go. I tried many times, but I found that it was in vain. I knew that I would be trapped here and never walk out. I shouted and struggled. I didn’t want to die miserably in this extremely evil world. No one can save me, nor can I save myself. Countless promises are like what others say that have nothing to do with me, and all the good things have become memories of the past. The endless longing was like a mirage after the rain. After the sunshine broke through the clouds, everything disappeared. I began to feel confused, at a loss, and didn’t have the courage to continue panting. It was like a bottomless hole falling down. My body was suspended and falling down all the time. Every second, my nerves were tense. Every second, I didn’t know what would happen next second. Fear, fear of danger, no hope. This is a kind of torture, which is even more pleasant than a broken head. I still remember that I was in my 20th youth, but in my life, I could not see a little youth. The tragedy that I created for myself, I bet with fate, and I bet all my life’s hopes. Nowadays, no one can blame for the hysterical pain. They are all asking for it on their own. The only blame is that they are not smart enough. They lose to being serious, and lose to their own practice and corruption. I am not qualified to say how unfortunate I am, let alone my miserable face. Don’t want to see dazzling light, dare not look at me in the plane mirror, embarrassed appearance, no bloody face, scattered fluffy long hair, ragged clothes, dead fish-like eyes shot everywhere. I don’t know whether I am admire others’ happiness or beg others’ sympathy and pity for me. I have never counted how many holes there are in my heart. I hope that after leaving me, I just want to be free. Yes, I have given what I can give to the so-called hope. If it leaves, can I be free… tired, too tired to shout tired, tired, too tired to say anything, it doesn’t matter. Close your eyes habitually, but don’t want to open them habitually any more. I was afraid to see the reality that hurt me all over. I was afraid that the light which was so strong that there was nothing to stop could blind my only healthy and visible eyes. After what happened, I was deaf and couldn’t hear anything. I was lame and couldn’t walk any way. I only had those eyes that could be seen in the past, but I closed it and didn’t want to open it any more. I am a sinner, I am guilty. I lost nothing but nothing. What a big sin it was. I want to say sorry to myself, girl, you are wronged. Stunned, stunned, out of my mind. Two decades of life, two decades of life trajectory. In the second decade, it is still far from the end. I must forget all the past and continue to go on. Girl, no matter how painful, hurt or prickly it is, let it be the past and the past. The road is still long, the dream is still far away, and you can cherish it. 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…

Weekend

Maybe it was because of the cold weather that there were not many people in the bookstore, so it was deserted. Of course, I don’t like noisy scenes either. After all, bookstores are somewhat different from other places. Speaking of it, I am a regular customer of this bookstore, and I buy five or six books every year. Of course, I don’t buy books every time, sometimes I just read them casually. The pattern of this bookstore I am familiar. The first floor is a book store, and the second floor is a reader’s borrowing area. In the corner of the right hand of the bookstore entrance, there is a magazine exhibition stand, which displays magazines such as readers, Yilin and special attention. It is this inconspicuous place that will make me stop for a long time. It is also a very pleasant thing to read new magazines. The fly in the ointment is that there is no place to sit, only to stand against the wall. In fact, it doesn’t matter as long as there are books to read and stand. After reading several new magazines, the whole afternoon passed. Such experience, I once wrote an article “Ruo Shu” to record. So I turned to the bookshelf opposite the bar counter. Most of the books here are suitable for my taste. In this area, I bought a lot of favorite books. I don’t know when the new books on the shelves are covered with a layer of transparent film. Because of the extra packaging, you can’t see the contents of the books. A new book just looks at the cover and back. In my opinion, such packaging is nothing more than two points: one is to protect books; The other is the promotion method of merchants. You don’t want to read it at will. If you want to read it, you have to pay for it. Alas, a little uncomfortable. It used to be a small part of books in bookstores, but now basically the newly listed books are like this, so there is no way out. It seemed that the bookstore gradually became estranged from me, even if there was only a thin film. It is estimated that I will seldom come here in the future, because I can’t read books. Recalling the situation of reading books in the bookstore before, the warm scene had become a wonderful past, and I felt a little disappointed in my heart. If you can’t take the light, you will be angry. It’s a little petty. No, it seems that I am really worthless. Maybe the bookstore was ready to be rearranged, and this time I saw a lot of bookshelves were empty, including the display shelf where magazines were originally placed, and there was no book on it. Somehow, there is no desire to buy books this time, although there are several books that feel good. After staying for more than half an hour, I didn’t see the newly arrived magazines. The new books were tightly wrapped by films, like strangers one by one, looking at me with cold faces. Except for two young shop assistants, I was the only one looking for the whole bookstore, but I didn’t see any books. So I took a few pictures and left. After leaving the bookstore, I found that the bookstore was as cold as the street without any warmth. 2015.11.30 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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Purple Bamboo peach blossom, shadow Guerlain. The dream pulls the strings and the jade flute blows. Breeze night, Cuihu moon. When you step on the moon, you will be a beautiful woman. The fragrance of red twigs, the light yarn covered with light-cut wind, the sorrow of Falling Flowers, the bridge Lan hit the moon, the light makeup Red, a court of shy moon photos, the fragrance of stepping pool, Lanting drunk. Lying on the quilt for a long time, love is like a fool. The moon is full of buildings. Flowers fall and Bloom, geometric sorrow? Gu Ying fleeting year, who depends on the bar? Who will dress up when falling red and pink? Jade face cassock, who is Bodhi? Night falls on West Lake, han yan thin. Yunbanxiyao, boat crossing. Empty Valley Orchid, flower withered. It is as cold as a willow, and the yellow flowers are cool. Who is happy when canhong falls to the ground? Empty if Chengyang, flowers cold. The wind murmured, feeling less. Empty branches and residual Willows, who painted them? Ting Tang Feiyan, who will come? Alone, it is cold at dusk. Alone Shadow Moon, who is rainy? Half of the wall was red, and the words choked. The Cold Moon is bleak, and the dream is colder. It is already lingering and broken. Who will write Qu sorrow as a word? Worry is made of silk, heart is made of jade, ice and snow are cold, dreams are flourishing, love is a promise, and sorrow is dyed. Empty wet pear flower, incense table. Alone clear the shadow, flowers in the water. A pool of chaotic Red, who can relieve the sorrow? A cup of sake, who will raise a toast with you? Wind scissors Double Shadow, who will accompany? Who will accompany you in the deep loneliness? Wet Dream before Flowers, who will shadow the candle with the dawn?. The wind comes to cool, who warms the cold? A word of fireworks, dripping rain. The night is drizzling, and the road is cold. In front of the House, who is beautiful? A piece of fragrant fragrance, empty whispers? Broken is broken dream, no one cares. Only Lin empty city, yellow sand cool. A piece of sad, want to die. Love cuts the cold heart, who will accompany me to drive the cold together? Who will cherish the cold and warm weather? Dark Night, offshore. Alone carrying a touch of love that is unclear and unreasonable. Quietly stepping into the cold wind, walking in the sparse cold streets. Light Sorrow ran mei, incense twist feeling drunk, is by column slip-gu, how many fireworks fall branches? Who knows how many fades can stay in the world for a long time after a prosperity? Forever Blooming beauty and the world? The remaining red is gone, and the last is just a sad look, buried in the end of the world. People only remember the beauty and beauty when the flowers bloom, but after that, the ground is desolate and withered, and it is broken into the wind, the wind, the rain, how many sad songs of beauty, the light songs? If purple is withered, petals will depend on it. The Cold Moon infects, the word is thin and cool, lightly cut, slightly exposed, and the sunset scattered all over the place. My heart is full of sorrow, and I sigh that the fat fireworks flow like water. The beauty is already ice strings, and the Red fragrance is short. The flowers fall on the ground, and the sorrow is red. In a flash, we have been half buried in the loess, only a few flowers left, leaving Jade fragrance, storage? Fragrant, how many beauties are old/? The flowers that led to the burial of Fang soul? Flowers bloom, flowers bloom, sooner or later, how many times is life sad? Step on the dust, dream. The flowers are desolate, the red face is thin, how many flowers die prematurely with sorrow, buried in the world of mortals, the flower bone dust, only a little green red, just for a moment of dyeing and weaving fragrance in the world, isn’t this the sadness that the flowering period is too short? Flowers are sad and painful, with a sigh, the moon is cold, who will pity? Who to fragrant? Who to bing wen? Cold makeup, who will draw a trace of sadness, shallow words? In the cold book of Konglin, the poetic language was painful, and I wrote the exhibition of love. I didn’t know where I was at a loss, and I laughed at the beauty of Yi people? Three thousand sleeves, if the water is full, a pot of ice heart, jade clothes cool. Empty City Wanglou, Green Light wet. Cold pool and clear moon, shadow on the shore. A curtain of dreams is in vain, tears and rain are beautiful, whose heart is broken? How many things in the world of mortals? If you can’t say it clearly, do you love me? Who and who? The long journey in my mind has always been that love words are too heavy and heavy, and dreams are full of love. Who is sad and who is happy? Love in the world is hard, hard, hard to draw bones, hard to draw love.. It is difficult to draw a tear of beauty if you are crazy and sad. Still water falling flowers, collecting bright bones, dropping snow and remaining red, Burying Flowers soul, who knows green mountains, tears and graves? A Song of falling red, wet soul, tears roll vicissitudes, wash Jade bones. Whose sorrow does the ice flower fade? Tears are wet and sad. You are not here, only the cold wind blows wrinkles, and the cold heart is filled with tears. The rain hits the plantain, and the moon is cold. Who will cut the flower shadow and the Red Mansion? Dark incense sunglasses, shy, rain fell, and the strings were chaotic. Dream broken soul, who is broken? Last night, the west wind blew the cold window. There are countless infatuated feelings, who will be dressed? Lonely with cold, wet and rain. Who is the ice spirit for one night? Light Qi Yu lips, for whom red? Point fat cinnabar, for whom? Dance red crossbows. Lonely and silent, who is Chanjuan? The night was cold and the song broke. Empty Love, the wind is not warm. The snow fell for no reason, adding sadness. Lonely beauty, cut your mind, pay paper Luan. Lonely Red Buddha, for whom? Thousands of sails are gone, flowers are broken, that woman, don’t you worry? !. Text editor; Bing @ Ning [Bingxin Shiyue] like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) spring snow elimination 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…

We

Just for a glimpse, I read for the rest of my life! Thousands of mountains and rivers, just to seek the past heart! When the breeze passes by, your flowing hair gently blows my cheek; When the morning sun rises, I can still see your smile; The rainbow is hanging in the air, remember that it is the color I drew for you, hope, today, I can still dip in the blue of the sky for you! Suddenly flowers bloom, and we seem to have seen each other somewhere! You remember? It seemed that it was a spring when the emotion in my heart just sprouted! When passing by you, I couldn’t help stopping. Obviously, your charm is infinite, which makes me fall by accident! About in the afternoon, there was a woman dressed in bright yellow, with vertical hair and drawing board, hiding her slim figure in a large area of rape field! All yellow, I can’t tell which one is rape and which one is you! But we are also fascinated by it. We seem to have seen it somewhere! You remember? I remember that it was a summer when your beauty was blooming like flowers! West Lake, perfect encounter. I fell in love at first sight because of a unique purity and elegance out of the silt but not dyed! It must be the appointment of the previous life, otherwise, why is the lotus pond still the lotus pond, and the pavilion still the Pavilion. The sound of the flute is familiar to the ear, and the eyes are also similar to the heart. There is no doubt that I am your homecoming! In this life, the same vision in the same place will fall into your eyes like water again! We seem to have seen it somewhere! You remember? It seemed that it was an autumn, when fallen leaves covered the way home! You like to pick up the maple leaves floating in the wind in the quiet forest most, which are red. You said this color is very warm, and you put it in the pages after smiling and kissing! The most unforgettable thing is that at the moment when the sunset slanted to the west, you are used to cutting the sunset with a scissor hand. You can’t bear to disturb the extremely quiet evening. Because you are so beautiful that I dare not talk to you! When your back is lengthened, I will chase the shadow on the ground, happy and happy. We seem to have seen it somewhere! You remember? I remember that it was a winter when snowflakes were flying all over the sky outside! I still miss your time in my memory. Take your hand and walk through the snow to find plum blossom! Then warm a pot of wine in the cottage in the mountain, so as not to let two hearts freeze. Stepping on a string of crooked footprints of different sizes in the thick snow, leaving a line of laughter! The messy dance steps were totally drunk in the interest of heavy snow. There were only two figures overlapping between the heaven and earth. We seem to have seen it somewhere! You remember? I remember that it was a missed time when I missed the journey of your life! I am still a child, looking up under your window! It seems to be in front of me and far away from the sky. I am satisfied with watching you quietly in the near or near place, and guarding a deep feeling that has nothing to do with the wind and moon! I kept guessing your name and engraved it on the wall. I also drew your appearance facing the curved moon! When we come to the end of the world, but we can still meet each other, everything is like a dream! I have known each other before! Where have we really seen it! Definitely, it must be at some point in the four seasons, or in the past that has not been deliberately preserved! Perhaps, only we know that place, deep in memory! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

To”

As for the voice of praise, I always like to keep silent. In fact, this kind of silence is a silent protest. Because I really feel that there is no need to discuss with those people, and I think that some people are actually a kind of innocent puppet, what can be done even if discussed? How can the rooted things change easily? In some ways, it is not only a waste of saliva, but also a melancholy heart. But there are also special times when I feel uncomfortable in my heart. I can’t do it without vent. Therefore, it is clear that some words are unreasonable or withdraw from the south, but it is better to say that, it is better to kill some popularity as soon as possible. So someone gave me a nickname called Crazy scattered person, whose original intention was to wake up when I was crazy, to express my meaning or to be unpredictable. I didn’t realize that I was really crazy. The reason why I was crazy was forced by others. Since I was forced to go crazy, no wonder I was ready for a crazy talk and even went further to do something unexpected. There are few critics in the works, but every word is actually a kind of criticism. All the words can be said to have erupted after a long period of depression, but because I have learned a kind of patience in recent years, the words show a kind of gentleness. I seldom talk with others because I don’t deserve to associate with many people. What you can imagine is that you like to be arrogant, and the more elegant people are, the more worthless they are. There are also some so-called wise people, because they don’t know anything, a little similar to the newborn calf is not afraid of the Tiger, so finally, more and more supercilious, even when meeting some people, they regard others as a walking corpse. All the actions were taboo of all the people in the world. Others didn’t like me, so did I. Therefore, there was a smell of gunpowder everywhere. But after all, it is a kind of activity in the inner heart, which seems not to be like this. However, many people begin to know that I am not good at talking, and I don’t like to talk casually and express my meaning. Some people would feel very strange when they came across talking with each other in a frank manner, thinking that it was abnormal for me to take the wrong medicine. Therefore, in the eyes of others, I became a real and moody person! There is never a unified statement for all my comments, which makes me confused like a mist. But everything is not important. What matters is that you can still clearly feel that you are not fascinated and have not passed asleep. This is enough! Whether it is words or language, it is just a way of expression in my heart. Although all the expressions are not all of mine, there are still a lot in my heart. Perhaps, some expressions are contrary to some inner ones! Because the journey is not smooth, as long as someone tells which road, he probably knows the rugged part of that road. Therefore, by feeling, some things are more clear at a glance, and some things can be understood after thinking and metaphor. There are also some things in particular. If they are too similar, they may interpret the feelings that others do not know. In many shadows, some can be forgotten, or washed in confusion and numbness. But some of them still have a faint pain from time to time. What I can’t forget is the person who has a body. No matter in the state of sketching or in the dream, I can’t forget. As long as I have time, I must say it or continue to recall it. Although it will bring me a series of hatred, it is not asking for trouble by myself, but only by such permanent memory can I know more about the development history of human beings. 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…

Suddenly

Time is like the wind, and it flies away in a flash, leaving a lasting feeling. Just like a stream passing through a stone, it seems that there is no trace, but the real situation is that the water has carved the temperature into the heart of the stone, only waiting for a casual moment in the future to think of it, it should be a sudden afternoon, so I thought like this, the corners of my mouth touched a little warmth. Sitting quietly in front of the desk, the familiar song was played in the headphones —- [ten years], ten years, we have come to today, ten years ago, will we think of today’s results, will we think, those little bits and pieces of life that have been neglected by us have been carefully recollected and cherished by us ten years later. People may often be like this. When they own it, they are more filled with care. After losing it, they find that every plot in the original story is so warm, just like the sunshine in spring. Memory is a warm thing, someone said like this. For me, maybe it is true, so I am willing to believe that even those memories with sadness and regret can also give people warmth. Because all of this is a part of our life and inseparable. Those faces blurry by time are hard to recall, smiling, or sad. We will remember the back sitting near the window, the immature and white side face and the sideburns rising in the wind. Every scene is fixed in my heart and becomes an eternal classic. Now when I think of it, I don’t feel sorry, but I am secretly glad that I didn’t break the beauty at that time. Perhaps, all beautiful things should be viewed from afar, not possessed. I like the winter afternoon, and the warm sunshine seems to melt the whole person. At this time, I always truly feel that everything is beautiful and my heart is safe. I often sit alone in the corner of the room with backlit and read some delicate words, just like prying into the delicate and warm hearts. I am always obsessed with such a warm feeling. Reading such words will make people forget the trifles of life temporarily, and place themselves in a completely quiet and peaceful afternoon when the wind suddenly blows, the wind chimes I recall cannot bear loneliness, in the Sun, a long song was played. 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…