Chinese New Year

It is so fast that I am still thinking about how to buy New Year’s goods in my mind. Lantern Festival is just around the corner. The sound of crashing firecrackers, the booming spring couplets, the red lanterns, all kinds of spitting and shouting Spring Festival Gala, these traditional folk atmosphere inherited this experience for up to five thousand years, but just made its mark, A country that continues to march towards a great dream with its own unique steps has ignited the passion of all nations at this moment, setting off the jubilation and happiness of our Chinese children. In, with the smell of sulfur remaining in the air gradually drifting away, everything will be calm after firecrackers and fireworks. The shadow of life is still floating with oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, mixed with acid, sweet, bitter, spicy. I continued to live the life I deserved in the years and followed the trembling dream. Maybe life is plain after all, just like what is sung in the song, plain is the truth. Ordinary life and plain years continue to describe peaceful life in words. My son grew up gradually, leaving us a sigh. Maybe it was seven years of itch. I bickered with my wife about some small things, which actually hurt my feelings. After that, we felt very guilty and uncomfortable in each other’s heart, but when you get emotional, you lose your mind again. Interestingly, every time I spoke loudly at home, my son, who was less than two years old, would shout loudly to me: BA, BA, especially the father behind me, had a long lingering sound. Or maybe I am too stubborn and stubborn in character, which arouses waves that should not have happened in the peaceful life. I like to see the Endless Mountains in the distance at dusk. On the last day of lunar December, I had a rare leisure time driving my wife on the clean asphalt road, through the window, the afterglow in the sky is so beautiful. Looking at the faint yellow sunset from a distance, it was really like broken egg yolk. A piece of red halo, there are quiet layers of mountains. The mountains behind the mountains are just like carved and inlaid on the horizon by the God of ghost axe. It is a natural beautiful landscape painting. The sky in the red glow and the tranquil mountain should have been a very beautiful picture scroll. My father came all the way to this small town to celebrate the new year with us. In the old man’s heart, what he was most eager to see should be his grandson. He watched his father and son laughing together on the floor and playing cars together, the old man’s face overflowed with a satisfied smile. He always had an unfinished wish in his father’s heart; That was to see an old leader who once served as a soldier in Miaoergou, Xinjiang in his lifetime, and he always kept thinking about it, how good the old leader is. The day before my father prepared to go back to Xi’an, after many twists and turns, finally with the help of the kind police officer of the public security bureau, I found an old leader who had lost contact with my father for thirty-three years. At that time, when the public security bureau got through, my father’s excited mood can be described by the current fashion words, which is almost explosive. Life is not easy; Life is not easy; In the glorious years, the precious feelings in the hearts of those veterans are not easy! On the night when I left for Jinan, my father was very excited and drank a lot of white wine. There were some sorrows to his grandson when he left, and some sincere and eager yearning for his old chief and old comrades-in-arms. Life is always hard to separate. For the sake of family and children, father and mother have to live in two places. Mother takes care of the children for us, and father has to take care of the distant home. To be honest, it is really hard for the elderly. Maybe I am not a good father, let alone a good son! He failed to give his wife and son a rich family, and did not fulfill his son’s responsibilities. Annual Lunar calendar back his wife’s family to father-in-law, mother a New Year call. For more than half a year, my wife had never met her parents, and the yearning for home was completely controlled by the steering wheel in my hand and the accelerator under my feet. My son happily played with his wife in the back seat. It was already dusk when I got home. When it was time to turn on the lights, my son’s little temper came up. When I got off the bus, I saw the dim lights in the cottage in my hometown, and the warmth and comfort without floor heating, he couldn’t do anything if he wanted to go high or low. His mother held him. He pointed his nose outside and cried with tears, Baba-go. Really helpless, there is no law at all. My mother-in-law looked at the Battle of my grandson, burning incense and praying. According to the local customs, was the child scared at that place? My mother-in-law had been busy for a long time, but the little boy still had to leave, it was really impossible. Our family of three drove to the city to find a hotel to stay in that night. Once he arrived at the hotel, he was so excited that it really made the little guy laugh and cry. During the Spring Festival, there is always a strong smell when I was young. How to say it is just like Starbucks’s strong latte fragrance. After the winter vacation, I began to look forward to the coming of the year happily. I was really lucky to wear new clothes, set off firecrackers, eat dumplings and get lucky money. I grew up slowly, but when I was getting close, I always saw the towering red and white chimney in the distance and the large wisp of white smoke on my way to and from work, in the morning, it slowly wriggled and floated like clouds, and in the night of Hui ink, it seemed to be painted on the horizon, with such a big white hook. Looking at the Milky Way and the bright moon all over the sky, the White hook is like a natural generation. When we look at the stars, the stars may also look at us, standing under the sky and looking at the starry sky, suddenly feel that the night is so quiet, I felt as if I was standing in the middle of the infinite grassland looking up, and I became smaller and smaller, just like ants on the ground. The new year is still the year that I once passed, but the taste is weak. The new year is a yearning for life; A yearning for relatives; A small summary of your life. The family reunion is a little pleasant for the family. As for the Spring Festival Gala, except for the host at the opening ceremony, I guess not many people can remember what was played in the TV on New Year’s Eve in the next day in the past two years! After the Spring Festival and Lantern Festival, the aftertaste of all years is completely faded and dispersed. But the time is still the same, life is still the same, the life is booming, and it is just beginning on the road of life Wen/Ma Libin Zan (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…

Frost

The sky was gray, as if covered with an old clothes. The tall buildings ahead are also gray, which is the same as the sky. As for the further Mountain, there was no trace, let alone a little bit of green. When I went out in the morning, I heard the radio in the car saying that tomorrow would be frost. In this way, today’s sudden cooling and smog can also be regarded as a very suitable foreshadowing. The air was chilly, with some dew, and occasionally a few drops of sparse branches slipped into the neck playfully, causing a burst of excitement. It was hard to sigh: why is it so cold? I’m afraid winter is coming, right?! After saying that, he pulled his collar again, fearing that such Luck would come. Fortunately, the distance is only tens of meters. After leaving quickly, turn over the calendar on the mobile phone. Oh, it turned out that only half a month after Frost fell, it was winter! What is winter like? What is the frost flower like? I forgot a little. It was also that I was too forgetful. Not until three years in the South, but even the winter in my hometown had been forgotten. It was still early to go to work, so I couldn’t help recalling it intermittently. I have never seen heavy snow in my memory. At most, it was just a few thin snows in college. Except for the branches and grass, I could hardly see the trace of snow coming. Hehe, it was really rare. I remembered that it was already midnight when it snowed at that time. Even the lights in the dormitory had been turned off, and suddenly I heard an exclamation outside: it’s snowing! The scene is still funny now! A large group of southern girls, wearing thick pajamas and stepping on furry slippers, rushed out from the corridors in all directions. The dim yellow street lamps smudged out the aperture one by one, and that circle became the stage of snowflakes! The surrounding was full of shady branches, dark, and no beauty could be seen. Therefore, groups of girls gathered under the lamppost like groups of moths, raised their heads, held their mobile phones, and looked at the stars in the halo, but they were still excited to scream and jump! This is about the children in the South, isn’t it? As for frost, I have seen it several times, but it is not frequent either. Wrapped in the quilt at night, he huddled tightly and fell asleep in a daze. When you woke up in a daze again, you could see a piece of snow-white on the withered grass outside the window. Give it a breath, or you can also have an intimate skin contact with it. And? Ha ha, I will always giggle happily and greet everyone to see. Look! How proud! There is no one at a time! Colleagues in the office came one after another, so their thoughts couldn’t be carried out. Look casually, someone is wearing a single coat, someone has already worn a coat; Someone is still wearing silk stockings, but someone has already put on thick trousers. This weather is really a little confusing! Now the weather is getting more and more strange, I don’t know what to wear. A complaint attracted the collective discussion of the whole office, and finally there was some comfort in my heart. I didn’t blame me for leaving for too long, but the climate change was getting bigger and bigger! Looking up and looking out of the window, it was still a piece of gray, and I didn’t see any changes, and I didn’t mean to see the sun. Sitting on the seat silently and thinking about it casually, I still only remember that in the winter of recent years, I just wore a shirt and a coat. Recalling the row of clothes in the wardrobe, I couldn’t help being annoyed. Why can’t I get used to it when I return to my hometown? There was no solution for a while, and I was even more reluctant to admit that it was me who took the whole family back to my hometown with all my heart. I recorded it in a mess and waited until another day to find a solution. 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…

Shizumori

When I was young, I liked to pursue dreams. I always wanted to leave my parents’ arms, fly far away, and soar in a free Sky; I liked to be busy, and I met my friends from time to time, holding hands, shoulder to shoulder, walking through streets one after another, laughing and swaggering all the way, becoming a conspicuous scenery line; I like to roar casually in the noisy KTV and vent to my heart’s content, even if it is ridiculous to run out of tune, my heart will be filled with joy; I like to defend, like to argue, always think that I am right, always think that things in the world must score good or bad, right and wrong, as a result, I still insist on my own opinion even when I am competing with relatives and friends. However, I don’t know when, I have changed my mind, and Zhong fell in love with quietness. I always want to stay away from the disputes and noises of the world, and I always want to have a moment of quiet and enjoy a half-day leisure. From then on, I no longer like to go shopping and perform the short fate passing by with a group of people; From then on, I no longer like to get stuck in the crowd and feel the lively and noisy passion; from then on, I no longer like to stay in the KTV with loud sound and let out the depression in my heart hysterically; From then on, I no longer like to be in the turbulent disputes, when I was in my spare time, I liked to quietly watch the thousands of poses and thousands of postures transformed by clouds, watching the clouds dancing, watching the rays of the sky chasing me, watching the clouds rolling and the clouds rolling, feeling happy. I even often wonder whether if I can embrace the leisure and watch the blue sky as quietly as clouds, can I be as elegant, quiet and free as clouds? In the afternoon of early spring, I like to walk quietly on the path of the country, watching the green grass covering every path, even spreading into a piece of muddy grass, the green of life, it brings a gorgeous spring full of hope and vigor. All things recovered under the warm call of the grass, and the willow branches struggled to grow unwillingly. The peach blossom and pear blossom bloomed unexpectedly, and the flowers and Ducks played in the water. The tension of swallows murmured life filled the whole world. I like to lean down and enjoy a flower quietly in every morning when the flowers bloom in spring. Small buds one by one are a surprise, but also a flourishing life. Looking at their small mouths gradually opening petals, it looks like a newborn baby half squinting and exploring the situation of breast milk with their small mouths, which makes people care and love immediately. When the flowering period comes, the flowers bloom as much as they like, and there are countless flowers in full bloom in my heart. In an instant, the flowers bloom into an ocean full of fragrance. When the flowers are gone, the petals are flying and covered with paths. Maybe when you are holding a petal of fallen flowers and crying sadly, you are surprised to find that small fruits have been produced on the stems of the flowers without knowing when. It turns out that every flower has its own beautiful life, which is as dazzling as everyone will bloom his own excellence in the world. Just silently enjoying the second opening of a tree flower, my heart was bright and warm, and the corners of my mouth rose unconsciously. In the cool summer without wind or rain, I like to wander in the river beside the village, quietly watching the water under my feet overflowing my ankles and insteps, feeling the cool caress, and the annoyance and restlessness in my heart disappeared. The heart was quiet, as calm as the calm clear water, which could not cover any ripples; The heart was clear, as clear as the pure and transparent clear water, without any impurities. It turns out that pure water can not only reflect mountains and green trees and red flowers, but also contain everything and wash people’s souls. Autumn is high and cool. When it comes to the drizzle, I like to bathe quietly in the drizzle and feel the cool and refreshing wet and moist. The air was permeated with the fragrance of the soil. With only a light smell, the peculiar smell of hometown slipped into the nasal cavity and slowly slipped into the chest and abdomen. It was a comfort and tranquility, and the warmest place in the deep heart. I like to enjoy the setting sun quietly in the afternoon of autumn, sitting in front of the window, watching the setting sun pouring into the window quietly, rolling the bead curtain beside the window with a wisp of breeze and rolling around for several times, then run out, find the next target, and continue to carry out its mischievous actions. I like to walk quietly alone in the white world, so every winter comes, I will have a hope in my heart, looking forward to a heavy snow in this winter. At that time, I could place myself in the ice and snow world made of pink makeup and Jade, standing quietly in the snow, listening to the sound of snowflakes falling, or spreading my hands to welcome snowflakes falling lightly, or with the whole world, the dancing white spirit danced lightly. Immediately, people and snow melted into one, and their bodies and Hearts were completely immersed in the cleanliness and quietness of the snow. They couldn’t help themselves. For a long time, for a long time, he refused to wake up and could not bear to leave. Occasionally, I like to wait quietly for the coming of the night, watching the boundless curtain, overflowing the sky, over the mountains, over the roof, over the whole earth, covering all things on the earth with a layer of dark blue. Gradually, everything was smeared into a hue, a piece of gray hazy, as if the whole world was frozen and condensed into a quiet and detailed ink painting. I especially like watching the scene of the moon climbing quietly. After dinner, I leaned against the lintel alone and watched the moon peep out half of its head quietly from the back of the opposite mountain. The whole mountain was covered with a layer of milky white halo, shining a bright white brilliance. The moon rose steadily, climbed over the top of the mountain, over the treetops on the top of the mountain, and climbed slowly into the vast air until the whole disc was hung in the high air, daub a piece of white moonlight on the whole sky, and then spread it to the Earth, reflecting everything on the Earth in its own luster, making it sacred and bright, and then the earth glowed with softness and serenity, it makes people intoxicated and can’t help themselves for a long time. I always like to listen to the music I love one after another quietly on the night without stars and moon, and listen to each melody repeatedly and carefully. Each note is like a smart spirit dancing between my eyebrows, jump in your heart, sing in the sea of your chest, let yourself float and sink in the movement, be happy and sad, and release your joys and sorrows to your heart. In music, encounter another self, see yourself clearly, reflect on yourself, and then understand yourself. In the silent night, I like to travel in the sea of literature with different levels and tones, quietly and exclusively taste the words I love, watch others’ stories, taste my own life, or feel sad or happy, crying and laughing. If you still can’t let go, you can gently pick up a thin pen and engrave your mind and heart as you wish, not for anyone to see or touch, just to write your own and unique little mood. Maybe I was a little tired and tired after running for half a life; Maybe I had experienced too much and saw clearly. I don’t want to compete for fame and wealth any more. I don’t want to chase around any more. I’m too lazy to interpret others or myself. I just want to live a safe and steady life, work peacefully, go home to accompany my parents on holidays, and walk around with my children when I am free. My family members can be safe and healthy, and relatives can be harmonious and harmonious. For me, is happiness. After seeing all the prosperity in the world and experiencing cold, warm and sad feelings, it has already been clear that life does not need to have a good material life, but only needs to spend every peaceful time in every plain day, it is the supreme happiness. There is nothing else to ask for in this life. I just want to stay in the flow of material desires, stay in a corner in the hustle and bustle, and enjoy the fleeting time. It is enough to wish! 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…

Luoying

Under the arrogant Sun of May, walking through the muddy rain, I walked into the Phoenix tree beside the village. Fresh air dissolves into this quiet forest after the rain, walking along the path in the forest, carefully stepping, deeply afraid that the flowers which are stepped into mud by passers-by will be splashed again, and there are snow and Phoenix Flowers everywhere around you, as if you were on the deep winter snow ground, rain occasionally fell on the trees, passing through the strong sunshine, shining like stars, as if branches and leaves, shedding glittering tears to see off the landing flowers. She bent down quietly, picked up a little Indus flower gently, put her in the palm of her hand and looked at her carefully. The wound was still so fresh and the white petals were not fully mature, this must have been the storm last night, which forcibly deprived her of the right to life. Originally she wanted to show the world that pure heart decorated the world with a white body,, may rain and strong wind smashed the beautiful dream, forcibly threw her from the high tree and fell into the mud. Raising her feet, a flower that was deeply stepped into the muddy water was brought out, floating in the muddy water. The original white flower was covered with black mud. Her fate was more unfortunate than the falling flowers on the roadside, pick her up carefully, reach out and wash the muddy water gently with the drop of water from the tree, clean her original body, then lie with her companions, and have that eternal dream! In the hot sun of early summer, they forced their way through branches and leaves, and grilled beautiful flowers with flames. Perhaps the sun was jealous of her beautiful body and felt ashamed to be in the world with her, desperately destroying the land everywhere. Flowers thank flowers fly all over the sky, red and fragrant, who is pitiful? The ground was full of white Buttonwood flowers, which were deeply stepped into the mud by earthly footprints. This was splashed by rage, and the life fell everywhere. Who was angry for her fate? Who buried her deeply into the earth with both hands? She was not allowed to be exposed to the arrogant Sun in May, was not allowed to be hit by the crazy rain in May, and was not allowed to be splashed with dust and feet again. The quality is clean and clean, which is better than that of dirty NAO and gutter. Although the whole world will finally be destroyed by the world and the fragrance will disappear, the white body has already dyed and dyed the sky in early summer; The pure flower soul permeates the whole May; The clean life, intoxicated with a quiet and beautiful heart in the forest. Late night praise on September 9th, 2009 (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

Familiar

1. Leave quietly as if I had never been here 2. I shouted to the starry sky in summer night, and hit the gray-haired moon again and again. 3. I laughed secretly, but it was very kind. 4. Under the shadow of the moon, there is still a familiar smell. The familiar time suddenly transformed into those years far away! (I) 1. I like such a person sitting quietly in the summer night, looking up at the starry sky at 45 degrees of the child. Everything around is as quiet as before, as if every moment passing by me is eternal. I saw those figures that I was familiar with appearing, standing, staying for a short time, and then suddenly passing through my eyes like meteors, which was fleeting. 2. Therefore, all memories bloom in front of us like smiles. 3. Therefore, all the growth is shining in the starry sky like jointing. 4. I am used to folding memories into Iris and butterfly treasures to heal my growth. Isn’t growth like this? At every moment of rising, I am enduring severe pain. Severe pain is telling us that everyone must be strong! 5. Memory is a long corner that is easy to be forgotten. Happy, excited, reluctant, painful time will mottle the wall of memory, finally, what was left for everyone was only a period of grievance and some regrets that could not be made up any more. 6. And I told myself that I must never forget that I must always guard this wall of memory! 7. How many times have I been sitting quietly alone like this, but I can’t imagine that I will still sit like this one day and many days after ten years. I am still me, but everything around me has changed. 8. I was lying in the rocking chair in the same place that summer, slowly shaking out all my happiness, watching the shining Cowherd and Weaving Maid star in the night, listening to my grandma telling me the story of Cowherd and weaving maid, my grandma coaxed me to go home to sleep after finishing the lecture, but I asked for another lecture before I went to sleep. In this way, in the summer night of my childhood, I lay in a rocking chair and kept shaking. Immersed in happiness and happiness, I forgot that time was still in a hurry. 9. Until one day, the rocking chair was broken, my grandmother was old, and I grew up. 10. When I suddenly realized that growth was coming, I found that I could never go back to the past. That beautiful day just said goodbye to me like a beautiful fairy tale in my world. I have heard of it all the time and never met it! 11. How many times have I struggled in my dreams, but after all, I can’t struggle with reality. I watched everything around me change quietly, and I had nothing to do with it. 12. Finally, I can do nothing about everything in front of me! (II) 1. I don’t know how long I started to dream. The flowers bloom and fall in the dream, and the grass grows and the warblers fly in the dream. I like them very much, because all of these are much more gorgeous than the reality. 2. However, one day I found that in my dream, I also began to say goodbye to my childhood and grew up cruelly. 3. Everything that should happen is happening, will I feel the pain of being torn by growth? Or the sadness moved by farewell? To be honest, I was really painful. This period of sadness was like one sharp and sharp nail after another, one by one being knocked into my wall of memory slowly. 4. The Earth on the wall and all my beloved memories drifted and scattered all over the floor like Yang Hua in the autumn wind. I was at a loss with tears holding those fragments sadly. 5. However, I have to face all this calmly. Isn’t this the way I grow up? Either lose or get. When I acquire adult thinking, I must abandon my child’s innocence. 6. Life is actually a game in which there is no failure, let alone success. Although everyone’s life is not completely the same, good or bad is an experience! 7. Now I especially care about every moment of my life, because I know that the past has passed, but the future has not come yet. I can’t change the past. What I can do is to live well in every moment, Welcome the coming day with heart, that is, the future I want. 8. The starry sky in summer night is really so familiar. These memories are all touched into my chest. The Cowherd and weaving maid are still hanging in the night sky, as if telling me the eternal myth, and a beautiful legend my grandma told me. 9. The heart has not changed, because of love; Love has not changed, because of childhood! (3) 1. I don’t know what those past days mean to me, but I know it is not for me to recall sadness. Everyone is growing and everyone must be strong, in fact, the past in memory is also happening quietly, growing and maturing. We can’t take the past to sad the present, let alone look forward to the future with memory! 2. The wind in summer night is very refreshing. I don’t think I can forget this long-lost refreshing, nor am I willing to forget it. When a meteor suddenly passes through the night, will I still have no time to make a wish? 3. Time will never care for a person, let alone stand and stay for a person because of his sadness; Life is a mighty river, every drop of water is destined to be a long-lasting running stream from the moment of birth, and countless cliffs and shores will be encountered along the way, But if you rush past, you will be the strong of life, and you will run into the sea; If you can’t rush past, the reincarnation is still the same, and the years are like songs. 4. Sometimes I feel that the starry sky like this is particularly dreamy. I wonder if there will be princes and princesses riding a white horse one day, quietly passing through the night. The bright starry sky behind me is full of the eyes that people all yearn? 5. Will I fly like fireflies one day, with green fluorescence, flying freely in the night sky, looking for happiness in my life? 6. My childhood dream woke up like that. I thought I would live in that era forever, I thought I would look up to the sky forever, and I thought I would be as eternal as a star, but I was wrong. Now I find that the best time in my life suddenly made a farewell to me. Fortunately, I suddenly understood the meaning of growth, at first, I was no longer secretly sad for the time that had passed away. 7. Everything around is so familiar, but suddenly it becomes those years far away! 8. I am running on my way to growth. I want to say that I will run like this forever without giving up. 9. Because everyone’s life is an experience! On August 3 of February 1st, May (our youth, passion, courage and dreams, everyone will be confused, but everyone is strong enough to come to today, and every time we bow our head during our growth, we will affirm ourselves, fortunately, we still believe in the future; We are not alone on the road of youth. I hope my passion can give every one of you a little courage to look forward to the future! @ Personal original articles will be published on the prose website. The world of the dream of youth on WeChat public platform will be updated every day. Welcome to follow @ public number: qingchunzm90s) like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow of 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…

Leaf

After a winter of gestation, you finally broke out of the palace at the beginning of spring. Because of the experience of snow, frost and cold rain, you are strong, vigorous, steady, and not as delicate as a young girl, although there is no lack of flexibility. In the spring breeze and rain, you stretch out your arms and legs from the Yellow Bud every day during your growth, open your eyes, and show your smooth face and light green smile. You gradually move forward from childhood to youth. You are healthy and not morbid at all. Your vitality is beyond our reach of the advanced animals at this time. Human beings still have the nourishment of virus, and drugs support antibody and health. And your life is so indestructible that insects dare not approach. Strong wind and bad rain will only add vitality to your life. With their grace, you step into a vibrant youth. Summer Belongs to You exclusively. If the hot land does not have your favor, it will be so hot and monotonous. You have no selfishness to sway your own green and shade, turn your coolness wherever you go, absorb carbon dioxide as much as you can, and pour out the oxygen that human beings depend on their hearts to survive. Your health appears tiredness in the constant weakness day and night; Some lives turn yellow in the posture of Spring Silkworms to dead silk, and even fall down to the ground early to be buried in the wind; some vigorous people are still spitting out the green and trying their best to leave the green. This is a sign that your middle-aged heart is too much to show off. You slowly enter the twilight years, fade and deteriorate little by little in the cold autumn wind, and become a precarious old man. It seems that you are the morning bell and the evening drum overnight. Life turns from the beginning to the end, which is also the overlap of the beginning. Winter is coming, and another cycle of your life is coming. If spring and summer are your mother, autumn and winter are more like your mother. The former is the careful care of your survival and the support of selfless dedication, while the latter is the cradle carefully cultivated in your life. Only by hibernating in the warm blood of the mother’s body can you bless the birth of your life. You should be grateful to your mother of four seasons and father of the Earth. It is the power and brilliance that they come to your life and give you the direction to the sun. Red flowers must be matched with green leaves. This is the high praise that Ye has been willing to sacrifice since ancient times and has the courage to contribute. He would rather be a match to be sent to the flower protection envoy by people. It is also a potential decrease in the value of Ye. The flowers are coquettish, and the leaves are not as charming as green? It is dynamic, profound and specific. It has its style, its feelings and itself. It not only has external characteristics, but also has abundant connotation. Only its respiration can make its roots grow healthily. Its functions are countless. There are songs of Eagle in the works of medical treatment, disinfection and health care literati, and songs of dusk sing your songs only by me. In the eyes of all people who cannot leave you and turn a blind eye to it, in the present autumn wind and fallen leaves, in the autumn rain as if in the wailing self-singing, send me songs to flow to the end of your life. May you rest and rest after a long sleep in the winter night, and give me a vigorous new life in the old and vigorous autumn years, which makes me start again from the long-lasting revival in my heart. The song of Ye, the song of mother in four seasons, the song of my life. 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…

Obsession

In May, the wind blows green leaves, and the new ideas are dim. I am not surprised or happy, and it is full of sadness. What is that? Days slide through the fragments under the calendar day by day. They are silent and unobtrusive. An inexplicable sadness welled up in my heart. Is it a memory of the past or an unpredictable future? In the past, senior three, I carefully read and write every letter you wrote, every word, and poured into the young and frivolous thoughts, such as the baby’s breath, slight but full of hope and strength. Turning cocoons into butterflies, after the pain, flying between the clouds and leaves, singing Iris, without too many folds, it spread over the ups and downs like this. In that year, I can’t remember what color the flowers were, there was no impression on several people playing on the playground. Only the clean shirt was so clear that it never left. Whether it was the sorrow and happiness after the encounter, the gloomy day and the silent day and night, at that time, it was endowed with a strong meaning, which could not tell the reason, could not tell the whole story, and was performed silently. On the stage without lights and music, it performed plays that others didn’t understand. You know, I know, that’s all. Sorrow and sorrow are only won and lost at a moment, but I don’t, because it is a kind of sadness without sorrow, the time when I cry, I will never forget those who stay with me in my whole life. They are not stars and cannot catch up with the moon. But in the place where my little heart is located, they are shining like stars all their lives! The Sunshine crossed the leaves and cast mottled silhouette on the ground. At the gap, there was a kind of thinking. It drifted away from the world without the smell of fireworks. It was tasteless, silent, but powerful, at the beginning of high school, many people said that Daiyu was an inner show. At that time, I didn’t understand. Sensitive and melancholy eyes were always full of indifference to the world. My eyes were also there, but they were different, it has traces of love and signs of stationing, but no one understands that it has been desperate, lost and hesitant, just like July after April, the same leaves, after changing the color, the flickering Slim was full of thriller, the lost one was not there, the returned one was not fresh, and the past that could not be found could be passed by. The days were always moving forward, and people kept changing again and again, the story and the ending are always unmatched. I think I will slip through without passing by, but there is an intersection. I can’t figure it out, and I can’t figure it out. On Earth, who is interested in it and where does it come from? Once upon a time, I, you, you, you were all very warm. The familiarity lit up by the night would be cloudy, and the blank that could not be filled would be tortuous, sad and turbulent, no matter how much I could not return to the meeting of God, I was silent in my missing, but I couldn’t shine any more. I became the most familiar stranger with them. No one is to blame. The branches and leaves without roots and buds will only drift in the sky and disappear among the crowds, ending. New people, there, wait, their own opening and ending, silence, looking back, without the original heartache, yourefusteoletitgo. lnyourdeepsleepwhatareyoudreamingof. onthethoughtkeepspinninginmyhead. The end of the day, the love that has not left, the return journey, you, me, the station, the platform, no one likes (prose editor: drops of ink hurt) 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…

Time

Lonely tan ying day long, wu zhuan xing yi a few degrees autumn. Where are the disciples in the Pavilion today? The Yangtze River flows outside the barrier. Streamer is easy to throw people, red cherry, green plantain. Where have 2015, our time and our youth gone? There is no trace of time, my thoughts fly, the season goes back and forth, the swallow goes back and forth. However, the 2015 that is about to pass away will never come back after leaving. The fallen leaves in front of the door, the rain outside the window, and the sound of wading through the water are falling at a certain moment, following the 2015 long time, silently and quietly disappearing in the long river of time, forget in the memory of the mind. Perhaps, life has already been destined to return from the moment of birth, just like this slowly gurgling stream, no matter where it flows, it is just passing by, it is just once. Then, similarly, the 2015 which was about to pass away, she was just passing by the corridor of time, and also just a passer of time and space. She won’t comfort and comfort you. How is your life this year?, how much did you earn this year? In the same way, you will slip through your fingertips ruthlessly, disappear in time and space, and stay in memory. Perhaps, time flows too fast and time goes too fast, and it is not time to say thank you and treasure to those people who have surged in their lives, in this way or that quiet gradually scattered in their bustling crowd. Although I can still miss after leaving, I can still be friends after breaking up. But when I look back, do I realize that if I leave a place, the scenery will no longer belong to you; If I miss someone, this person will have nothing to do with you from now on. It turns out that I don’t know how many happy faces have passed away with the reincarnation of streamer casually, and how many former friends and colleagues have become passers-by of each other in this wandering Time and again, become strangers who are familiar with each other. So, what about us in 2015? Whether she could have a dream for a long time or not. When the dream was gone and people went far away, she realized that 2015 she was so hurried and so hurried. The blue silk locked the Cloud temples, and the thin pen strapped Zhu Yan. The beauty of the ages, the Lotus Li setting off the sun, is finally just the beauty of the old, and the Green Mountains are far away. Then, who is ruthlessly dismissing the fleeting time? At the ferry of the world of mortals, how many people overlook and overlook through the veil of time. In the overlooking room, is there any reluctance, hesitation and ignorance? The waves that have gone do not return, and will not come again when they have gone. Life is too short, how many young flowers can be infinitely extravagant? How much time can be wasted arbitrarily? The past is too salty, and the future is too far. I have a headache after thinking too much, and I have figured it out. Just as it was not the road at that time to walk on the road that had been passed, and the scenery that had been seen was not the scenery at that time. Those who have passed by will never come back. Flowers bloom one season, past one. Unconsciously, it has come to October of 2015. Although I stopped in October of 2015, my heart has already involuntarily taken stock of some years and memories that 2015 have gone through, A little sighing with emotion. The days are just like the dew perched on the lotus leaves, falling silently and quietly. Then, will those sorrows and sorrows of the past fade away gently with the waves under the washing of the flowing years, leaving a lasting joy and smile in the deep memory. Then, we might as well ask ourselves quietly at this moment, 2015, are you doing well? Although there were several encounters, several departures, strangers, familiar strangers, familiar strangers, although they could not surprise the world of mortals and disturb the next life, they also dreamed once and got drunk once. Maybe I always like freedom like wind and exile like water. I had no intention to stop in other places, but I still held up my withered luggage without hesitation, hurriedly shuttling back and forth in the strange and crowded crowd. Tossing, turning, turning, forgetting and unreservedly fading the dreams that they once thought great and persistent. Time flies slowly, time goes quietly. We, who travel through this journey of life, more or less always forget some people and some things. Maybe we are always looking for the position that only belongs to our own hearts. Maybe, where the memory stops, the location is there. We moved forward silently and stopped for a while. As we walked on the road of the world of mortals, did we leave a little touch, missed a few of last night’s charming stars and wasted a few moments of time, how many bright years have been wasted? Perhaps, it was just such a casual question that you realized that time had already carved you into the appearance she once hated most, counting the fleeting years, the old days, the stories on the way to pursue dreams, whether those monologues at the bright moon in the middle of the night will meet their hometowns on the road of the world of mortals and find comfort in the dead of night. Just like this time, whether the people and things that can’t be left will be forever branded in the palm print of memory, disappear in the sky of seasons, and no trace can be touched or seen. Maybe life is like this, meeting each other in the same time, and missing you and me in different time and space. Then, in the time passing by in a hurry, how many bustling dream pursuers were carrying their own bags, looking for their own life path and their own positions. How many back figures, how many memories, in countless days, muddled sailing forward, forward sailing. Then how many passers-by of time and space are hesitating and wandering in front of the fork of time. Have you ever known that no matter how long you wander and how long you hesitate, she will wait for no one in time and space, and she will not wait for you. She would not wait for you for the 2015 which also gradually disappeared. She would not come back even if she passed away. Thanks for the peach blossom, when it opens again; Swallows go, when it comes again. However, our time, our time and our 2015 will never come back. Flowers are better than a hundred days, and people have nothing to do. If there is no sunshine, you should learn to enjoy the coolness of wind and rain; If there is no fragrance of flowers, you should learn to feel the fragrance of soil. No one can spare time, then have you ever spare time? Cats like eating fish, but cats can’t swim; Fish like eating earthworms, but fish can’t go ashore. God has given us many temptations, but we are not allowed to get them easily. Lv Kun, the thinker of Ming Dynasty, once said that poverty was not enough to be ashamed, but to be ashamed of poverty without ambition. After knowing the quality, after knowing the quality, then knowing the sincerity, after knowing the city, then the heart is right, then the body is cultivated, after the body is repaired, the family is unified, after the family is unified, the country is governed, and then the country is peaceful. However, life is always like dandelion, which seems to be free but can’t help it. Then you might as well calm down your heart and watch the past of the world of mortals. Because only calm heart can hear the voice of all things, and clear heart can see the essence of all things. Then, where are our time and nianhua? Where are our 2015? Looking at the people coming and going around, they came and went in a hurry. Although the street is still that street, the road is still this road, but the people on the street always change batch after batch. From strangeness to familiarity, from familiarity to separation. Then what on earth made all this become so hot and cold that no one would like to stay for anyone, perhaps because after all, no one is who we belong, just a passer-by in a hurry. Then who on earth made all this so desolate, so indifferent, and the figure running ahead towards each other getting farther and farther, becoming more and more blurred? Where did the time go? Where Did 2015 of the time go? I haven’t had time to persuade me to stay, I haven’t had time to look back a little, I haven’t had time to wait a little, 2015 is in such a hurry, Go to the missed direction blankly. Could it be like this that let 2015 her come to an end quietly? Can it be like this that let 2015 leave us quietly? Maybe the world is like this. If I am not brave, who will be strong for me. If I don’t fight, who will fight for me. Then it is better to indulge in burning than to survive. As for the past years and lost youth, let her gradually leave and grow old in the burning days of indulgence. Because, 2015 the rest of the time, as long as there is sunshine, it will not be lonely; As long as there is dew, it will be pure, fragrant love beautiful, beautiful lasting fragrance. Then you might as well take a good grasp of the rest of the 2015, because she has come to October, to you and me. Maybe you are wandering, looking for a way out, and it seems that you have no way out, but you may as well stare around you and feel your closest family affection and the most intimate warmth recently. Perhaps you will be surprised to find that in fact, the road is next to the road, She did not go far. Most of the time, we are always naive, always daydreaming in the distance, but after innocence, we realize that the future is far away and daydreaming is boundless. We have also designed the most perfect path of life for ourselves, but there are few places to go. Then I realized that experience is the most real and possession is my own. In the fragmented time, we will grow old as time goes by, and it seems that everything is beginning, everything is going on, and everything is ending. Just like this time after time, days after days, silent swimming, quiet silence. Only the busy figure continues the ordinary life, the trivial life reflects the essence of human nature, and the social reality presents the ruthless world. Maybe after walking for a long time and seeing more, I gradually got used to the law of the world and the indifference of the world. The appearance is old, and the years don’t treat people. Moran looked at each other and smiled off. So, where do the flowers fall and where do you stay? Then you might as well draw a wisp of moonlight, and say goodbye to the lost things and the remaining warmth left by the past. Then, where did time go, where did nianhua go, where did 2015 of the time go? Perhaps, time is such a slippery, she has already told us the answer: The Lost will let her lose, and the no lost, we should redouble our efforts and cherish them. There are flowers that can be folded straight and have to be folded, but Monet has no flowers and empty branches. Because cherishing time means cherishing oneself, cherishing oneself means cherishing life, and cherishing life means prolonging one’s own life. 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…

Sorrow percents

Looking forward to a performance of fireworks and making a vow to laugh out the spring breeze. I have seen the blue smoke and looked at it for thousands of years. I was blamed for being in danger and waiting for leisure. I missed the first inscription (1) I sighed lightly. I missed the time when flowers bloom. I like red and green, and I am paranoid about all the beautiful emotions, all will start from here. I always believe that I am full of passion and innocence in my heart. Even in a plain day, I will have a variety of amorous feelings because of the existence of these two colors. I chose to come to this world on the day of beginning of winter. My mother said that it was very cold on the day of birth. A large number of snowflakes went through the dim clouds and fell slowly without any sound. Unconsciously, the Earth was already pale. On that day, the season was cold, while my mother’s arms were warm. Just as the human feelings in this world are warm and cold, I have tasted it in two or ten years. Because of my health, I have always been afraid of the cold, so I often hope that the northeast city I live in can also become spring all the year round. I don’t know when to start, I like to make a cup of hot tea, standing in the warm room, quietly watching the falling snowflakes outside the window. This kind of scene always evokes the past, happy or painful. (Ii) looking back, wasting the dawn, I use time to recall and forget. The encounters between people are always very subtle, and there is a long way to go. I will meet many people and Miss many people. We met in the crowd, but we still couldn’t escape the fate of separation. Some people have known each other before, but once they separate, they will never have any contact. Even if we met again, we just passed by, and we couldn’t even change each other’s names. I traveled through thousands of rivers and mountains, but only to pass you. I forgot to ask you, can you remember that year? My mood murmured and murmured in my memory. I only saw the beginning, but could not guess the ending. I think friendship is indeed a thing that can hardly stand waiting. When it fades and breaks down, it will gradually be forgotten. Standing at the ferry of time, we are still unprepared. In the end, the long road was still going alone. How could you say that you are not alone or lonely? I don’t know what is waiting for me in the depth of this road. (3) waving the sword and cutting off the lingering loneliness last autumn, I picked a few leaves and put them in the book at hand. When I was reading the book that day, I accidentally found that the leaves were still lying quietly in the same place. I forgot where I saw such a sentence: Loneliness is a carnival of one person. Time is indeed a very subtle thing, which always makes some inexplicable moved and collides with the unspeakable loneliness in the deep heart. The face in the mirror is very stubborn and calm. Love is on the left, but love is on the right. I like the feeling of walking alone, looking at the yellow leaves falling down all over the ground indifferently, the cold smoke and grass are declining, which is sentimental to hurt myself. I like to treasure those things full of classical elements, such as covers, cards or just a very old stamp, as if I came from a long time ago and still obsessed with the flavor of primitive simplicity and thick. Shopping, reading, writing, playing the piano, don’t care to finish it alone. Life needs to be enjoyed, and everyone also needs to seek a space alone. I believe that one day I will become a woman full of poetic feelings. (4) string, the elegan wind that has been singing for a lifetime is very strong, blowing the strand of hair in front of the forehead, so natural. At the age of twenty, he began to think about something that he had never thought before, and began to laugh with a group of friends of the same age that he had joined the ranks of the 30th. I don’t know where I will belong and who I will die. I can’t wear it on the other side of the world. Every minute, every moment, every moment, there will be different pictures playing and replaying in my mind constantly. Sometimes I listen to some old songs, trying to use others’ voices to change back the light and shadow in my memory. Read the sentences written by Cang yangjiatuo to feel the warmth and delicacy of this alien man, which made him addicted to the large stretch of love behind him and unwilling to wake up. Imagine that you can love once without scruple, even if it is just a time when flowers bloom, even if there is an abyss beyond redemption under your feet. The daffodils wanted to go to carp, and there were many tears in the Lotus red overnight. Stay in the cold night of the blue sea, shed tears for someone. The road of life is always very hard. Time goes by. This road may be long or short. It is so long that I can’t recall the fleeting time. Very short very short, short track Too Late Goodbye. Postscript: In my dream, I am beautiful with flowers. I hope that when I wake up, I can still write down: Treasure, years. On November 13th, 2010, Zan (prose editor: Ink drops into wounds) the snow vanished 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…

Ru Lake

“Memory of Ru Lake” Ru Lake, there is no lake. It is just an ordinary place name in Jiangnan water town. There is a river in Ru Lake, which runs through the whole town from north to south, merged into Yao River through horses and flowed to the East China Sea. I still can’t call out the name of this river till now. I can’t say the reason. At a certain dusk or night, I always think of it inadvertently. I think of the river and the days when I lived there. That winter was the coldest day in my life. Because of economic reasons, I left home to live in Ruhu. As for choosing it, there is no arrangement in advance, which can be said to be the arrival of mistake. The place I rented was fairly spacious, and the living room near the window in the front was changed into a studio. The window is very large and bright, except for a door, almost the whole wall is covered with glass, which is the kind I like. Outside the window is the courtyard of the community, with many tree species. Even in winter, it is still a piece of emerald and luxuriant. In the middle of the glass, it is right against a bayberry tree. The canopy is very large, almost full of the whole window. Every time I look up, I will see it. The north wind blows in winter. Looking from a distance, it looks like a dynamic landscape painting, which is very elegant. For me, the home of Bayberry window gave me quite quiet warmth during those hard days. Once, I went to many places and settled down in many places. But it seems that there has never been a place that gives me quiet like Ru Lake, which makes me recover my strength slowly. Thus, walk out of that muddy. It is the river that is away from the residential area to the east. The river is not wide, and it is only about twenty meters. The two sides of the river are made of neat stone blocks, and the river fence is connected by a row of cement pillars of uniform size. From near to far, from long to point, you can’t see the end at all. My favorite is walking by the river in the evening. This period of time is the most crowded and quietest. The slight sunset slips through the corner of the West and falls on the river. A few wisps of silver dots appear in the river, which are like some kind of light in my future and give people hope. The living condition during that period was very bad. I was so like a man walking in a tunnel that I could clearly see the light at the tunnel entrance, but I couldn’t walk out any way. Sometimes I will be in a daze. If I lose something, I will struggle feebly, feel inexplicable loneliness, and even feel strong pain. Whenever these emotions arise, I will walk to the river. He kept walking along the river column until he was exhausted and then sat down. I can’t remember how many times I have passed that winter. Later, every time I thought of it, there would always be another lonely self walking by the Riverway. That place unexpectedly became a secret pain in my life, deeply branded in my bones. But that River became a kind of comfort that followed me at that time. Ru Lake, there is really no lake. It is the home of my waxberry window and the sad River in my life. Having traveled for so many years, I don’t just want to find a stable place to live in a warm environment, live a peaceful life, love and be loved in peace. Now I think about it, Ruhu is not a memory, but a mood rooted in the heart for a long time, which makes people soft. In this noisy era, we need this state of mind, this kind of softness. 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…