Lost

The night is already very deep. The noisy village town gradually calmed down like a tired baby. I didn’t sleep, lost sleep, and didn’t feel sleepy at all. I have asked myself for thousands of times, but I can’t find the answer at all. I only know that my heart is blocked with sulk, upset and anxious. I stood in front of the window, pushed open the screen window, took a deep breath, and felt that the air in the midnight seemed to be much more refreshing. Without the turbidity in the daytime, my mind gradually became clear, take a cigarette and watch the cigarette ring fade away slowly until it disappears in the vast night. The neon lights on the roadside also pull the whole street very long, which seems to have no end, there were only a few moths dancing on the yellow board, no stage, no audience, no applause and applause, only persistence. Stick to the dream of pursuing light. I, a person who claimed to pursue dreams, lost myself in this noisy, turbid, indifferent and Lonely City, and could no longer find the way forward, I have tried to sober myself up for countless times and tried hard to find my way home, but once again I lost myself in the world of materialistic desires. Without pursuits and dreams, what I left was just my body, maybe only death can be released and reborn. 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…

Window

It’s almost Tanabata, approaching this ancient Chinese Valentine’s Day, my heart doesn’t feel moved. Love is as poisonous as a method, and as holy as crystal. Love is a beautiful fairy tale as well as an old legend. The word love is too noble and too humble. I didn’t want to mention it, but it is everywhere. Yesterday, I saw a young girl, smiling to a young girl affectionately, saying that being a lover for a short period of time would lose a friend for a long time, which was not worthwhile. Thinking secretly, I think it’s reasonable. If it cannot last long, it is better to be friends forever. Friends may last longer than lovers. The cloud is very low, and the wind is also cold. The rain was very lingering, just like the murmur of another world, whispering. The sun hid in the clouds, and the sun was hazy in the rain, just like a dream with light smoke, it adds some beauty to the world. Every day, when walking in flowers and poems, there is always a slight drunkenness. Flowers are half drunk, people are half drunk, and they often look at the world with cold eyes. Let lovesickness become a Que, and fallen flowers become wounds. Clouds are flying all over the sky, flowing into words. The rain was heavy, the Green Mountains were heavy, the frowned eyebrows were staring at me, a few lines of egrets were floating near the water, and dyed the sky like ink. You said, the drizzle and the fallen flowers are on the setting sun, and the water shines on the red makeup. Every day that has passed away is a withered peach blossom, which is breathtaking and has a sad and beautiful delusion. You said, you are the most beautiful season in my heart, and you are the most beautiful encounter in my life. With you in my heart, I am full of sunshine, happiness, happiness and sweetness every day. When I was drunk, I slept under flowers and woke up to chase white clouds. The core is cold and fragrant, the moss is green and dyed, the ancient wood is vicissitudes, the stream is gurgling, the bluestone Alley, the old courtyard, and the unspeakable seclusion. Walking in Yuxi, watching the small bridge and flowing water, strange stones and algae, tasting the ancient words on the stone tablet, I felt more clear and shallow in my mind. [2] miss you, in the misty rain in Jiangnan. Miss your Jade wrist like snow, slender finger Ruolan, red note small words, write countless lovesickness. Perhaps, you are the Green Lantern in the Peach Blossom Temple in your previous life, I am the old books under the Green Lantern. Your light has traveled in my words for thousands of years, and then you have planted peach blossoms that can only bloom for you, precipitate the agilawood that only you can understand. Open the door of time, open the door, meet you. Hit it off, soulmate. Flowers and rain are colorful, you are in the middle of flowers and rain. Space rarely text. A few words, but they are all affectionate. I love you! In a word, I don’t feel repetitive even if I repeat it a hundred times a day. Love really doesn’t need much. It’s enough to keep talking nonsense over and over again. I am not tired of talking for thousands of times, and I am still intoxicated after listening for hundreds of years. You cast a look at me, and in front of my eyes, there are thousands of peach blossoms blooming in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River; I give you a smile, and the moon shines on Qian Shan in your heart, and the lotus fragrance is ten miles away. Red beans are planted between the eyebrows, with clear streams on the lips and peach blossoms in the heart. No matter which day you come, I will recognize you gently. The tears of peach blossoms and the cold fireworks were always covered by the pink walls, which made the sound of water in the south of the Yangtze River hazy. People say that the beauty of a woman is just the beauty of the moment, and love is just the drizzle and sand that the Palm can’t hold. Sitting alone in the middle of the night, under the west window, a song of clear words, rubbing some cool rain. In this life, only for the warmth of meeting you, only for building a beautiful dream with you, and to continue the past life and this life can not be loved. Night rain. Listening to loneliness. The rain pattered, knocking on the window lattice, the cool wind blew up the curtain, which made me feel more lonely. Gently close to the windowsill, cover up and listen, the echo of the years. The smoke and rain outside the window were hazy, the night was blurred, and the neon flickered like a ghost. I can’t see anything clearly. Who can see the truth in time clearly? Only at the intersection of each encounter, put several cups and wait for the destined person. A cane chair, a Zen tea and a cattail fan wait until the snow falls and plum blossoms bloom. As time goes by, the water is thin and the mountain is cold. [3] clove is empty, and people are lonely in the rain. You said, when the rain knocks on the window at night, lovesickness becomes more tender. Your eyes are like water. Even though you are across the mountain and across the endless time and space, you still cast clear light on my heart. The third generation and the third generation are all stained with the ash of lovesickness. As time goes by, my original heart is still the same. Your long hair is elegant and purple, the love in your heart is condensed and exposed, with the fragrance of flowers, blooming slowly in the quiet night. Looking back and looking at each other, I feel confused and confused. You are the flower that I will never be invincible in this life, and I am the city that you can’t walk out in your life. You said, how can you understand the charm of lovesickness after thousands of years of reincarnation? The sky is not old, love is difficult. The heart is like a double silk screen, with thousands of knots. Read you in the depths of the world of mortals, read your enchanting, read your charming, read directly to the white snow on the temples, the Earth is old and the Earth is deserted. Read the past directly into painting, years into poetry, but also lingering with you in the painting, romantic in the poem. You are my eyebrows of good water, I am your mountain of smoke. After the vicissitudes of life, I still love you as before. You said that you like romance, full of passion. I often imagine a beautiful scene, you are fluttering with purple, I am white and snow, walking side by side in the beautiful south of the Yangtze River. Walking through the peach blossom full slope, Lotus ten miles, Gui Xiang full yard, chrysanthemum yellow everywhere, when the snow first white, go together to pick plum blossom. Then at the top of the skyscraper, watch the fireworks all over the city. The fireworks were so cool that it turned gray in a flash. Silks and satins are so cool, just like years. Hold your hand, hold the happiness of life. You said, love me to crazy, I am your fatal wound. You can’t tell whether it is robbery or fate. To get into lovesickness is to get into a difficult knot. In one’s life, there is a conceivable person, an infatuated love, a chapter of romantic stories, which is also a beautiful thing. [4] Autumn Comes Quietly, the past turns cold, the breeze blows gently, and the words are boiled as medicine, which can cure your soul which is ridged with holes. The night rain in front of the window is like an old song, an old prose, the wind sings the rain and the flowers wander. When autumn is deep and picturesque, I will sit in a flower, sitting in meditation, sitting in the way you want, silently and fragrant. Then, you read it softly. It rained all night and the wind was fast. Dawn up, tea cooking incense, static see Mancheng Green wet place, heart exceptionally quiet. Sitting against the time, holding the east fence, you can’t see the shadow of chrysanthemum. Chrysanthemum opened through autumn, winter and Midsummer. Before the end of summer, it was finally completely defeated. In the flower beds at all the crossroads in the city, the shadow of chrysanthemum can no longer be seen, leaving only withered branches and even yellow soil. However, autumn is coming, and chrysanthemum will be everywhere soon. I think it is good to live in Jiangnan. You can smell the fragrance of flowers all your life and rain apricot flowers in spring. When you feel the tide in your heart, you can see the peach blossoms all over the mountain. In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, I bought a pot of wine and found a quaint teahouse with white walls and tiles, and carved flowers by wooden windows. Once I get drunk, I will spend my whole life alone. Even in autumn, even if people are thinner than yellow flowers. Actually, it is thin and good. I am very envious, especially women, talented women. In this way, it becomes a poem, a tune, a little Ling. Let the night breeze play gently. Secluded, quiet good. In this life, I only wish to walk in poetry, get drunk under flowers, and sleep alone in the shadow of the breeze. Life flowers Acacia old, curtain rain, month on my piano, bamboo fence Cottage, half leisure. Bai Yin Gree said, it is late at night, and I am still trying to find a way to plant flowers on the moon. In this way, the moonlight shines on your windowsill, and the flowers also bloom on your windowsill. What kind of romance is that? Every thought has the fragrance of flowers, every word has the meaning of clouds, every line has the sound of water from the south of the Yangtze River, and every page has the heart of Lotus. In this life, I just want to make a romantic appointment with you. I plant flowers on the moon, write on the stars, and cook together in the world of mortals. The heart has Peach Blossom Source, where is not the water cloud? Text: sex is as light as chrysanthemum QQ:171918223 like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow disappears 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…

After snow

On a quiet night, the snow color was slightly cold under the starlight, staring at the light outside the window, sighing that the temperature of spring could not be determined. My mind was like a cigarette lit, I don’t know what kind of edge it is. The memory is as deep as yesterday. Tonight, countless similar tonight passed by, pretending to be bored, hiding the tears in the heart, from silence to loneliness, reviewing the heart-moving fragments in a frozen aftertaste. Emotions keep crying, love doesn’t regret, but that passion is wandering too tired. Tonight, the snow is also burning, burning the plain and real desire, burning the impulse to approach moaning, burning such an urgent call, the chapped lips are the burning of love. It is impossible to distinguish love and hate all the time, which makes many moments in life crowded with uncontrollable waiting, full of tenderness and sadness. In this sleepless night tonight, another rhythm rang on the keyboard. The ups and downs of letters were like pouring out one by one, letting the feelings of the snowy night splash in the deep silence. Tonight, there are endless faintness accumulated in the unorganized and unspoken anxiety, just like the cry of a bird walking alone at night, lonely and sad as long as the soul that hasn’t slept is watching, it must be able to understand how strong sincerity is contained in the sound. Tonight, in addition to the reflection of snow, the game is still mixed with each other, and love is deeply embedded in spirituality. Since then, it has nothing to do with the online laughing and scolding; It has nothing to do with abstract literature and art, and has nothing to do with sensational frolic and ridicule. Tonight, the past has been repeated for thousands of times in order not to repeat those inexplicable pains in the future. Living cannot only be moved by memory, not just for sadness. The long road of life, only by persistence can we see the most gorgeous glow and the rising of warmth in spring. 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…

Walk in

Many friends asked me: are you out of touch? I was shocked when I first heard it, and then I heard it calmly. Maybe the superficial impression makes people confused. Wandering in the world of materialistic desire, cars and horses are noisy and neon. If you turn over books at night with a clear light, you ignore the flashy tranquility of the outside world, how can you not make people nearby confused? I love books, and I like Buddhism and Zen. I don’t delve into it or think about it. I just want to see the light that can make my heart suddenly enlightened in my occasional confusion. I copy Buddhist scriptures, but I am not superstitious. I just want to raise my mind in a tranquil atmosphere, hold a plain and clean mind, fade but impetuous to erase sadness, and let my heart indulge in the cloud and fog outside the world. As the preference gradually became a habit, I suddenly found that the characters in the pen seemed to have spirituality. The elf with different shapes were copying according to the way you expressed. I am not a calligrapher. I don’t need to talk about any genre and composition. I want to let the words interpret your inner feelings and thoughts. Whether you are happy or worried, you can be praised and criticized. Your writing is not a mere formality, truth is the simple self. The flowers were in a hurry, and the dream shadow came all the way. Who could read the verses in “sad Autumn” by Master Hongyi, with melodious ancient Kite Music of the same name circling around his ears, holding a cup of scented tea and leaning against the window to stand, enjoy a period of spring under the early sun in the morning. The flowery cherry blossoms of that tree are laughing at the Peach Blossoms on the ground which were shocked by the wind and rain last night. You can see that the pink which was quietly blended into the mud has a charming and charming face, but only the unexpected cold of late spring, before I had time to narrate an old love with the distant Wild Goose, I reluctantly left the colorful butterfly on the branch to go to the next life that melted into the mud. Thinking about the twenty articles, I was surprised that the talented scholars in the sea turned to be eminent monks in Yunshui. It was not detailed how many people and joys and sorrows they had experienced during this period. I only knew that the master had experienced from being curious to being a monk to promoting Buddhism, all kinds of coincidences are that I don’t know how to come or how to go. I asked unconsciously that it was a failure to understand clearly and to feel that I was capable and benevolent, so I woke up Han’s awakening in a dream. I am an ordinary person, who is actually a tiny dust falling down from the secular world by accident. I only know that I am safe in small happiness, cheer for the luxuriant fragrant incense, rejoice for the bright warm sun in the early morning, and share the fate with the nobody in the street, with the little life in the book, I am just a little girl who should cry when crying and laugh when laughing. As Mr. Feng Zikai said, there are three layers of life: material life, spiritual life and soul life. Most of us who are tired of life are fettered at the first level or are developing towards the second level, as for the soul life where Master Hongyi is located, it should be done with the aspiration and powerlessness. The state of being intentional but powerless, I think it is just the annotation of the will. It is impossible for all living beings to become monks to break their relationship. The society is progressing and human beings are developing, it is inevitable that people from all walks of life will work together to create a harmonious world. If you have a heart, you don’t have to force it. Becoming a monk is not necessarily the destination, let alone the end. The Buddha said that washing the heart and washing the dust only hopes that people can have a kind heart, which has the same meaning as the nature and goodness at the beginning of human life. Faith is just a pure way to wash the soul, and it is not directly related to superstition, the premise is that you have a pair of insight into good and evil eyes, and you should have a belief not only to seek Buddhism for your own desires. If there is a thought in the bottom of my heart, it’s OK not to harm others but not to hurt myself. Just make a dessert after dinner, which is optional and at best plays the role of moistening color. Struggling with the past, no matter frustrated or successful, sentimental or happy, it is finally a replica of frustration and pride. If you care too much, it will inevitably bring load to your heart. For example, in most people’s eyes, I seem to be so quiet that there is nothing to worry about, as if I am a God who can solve all kinds of difficulties, and I shouldn’t have worries to fill my heart. I often solve problems for my friends. His choices in your life and your little sufferings are all worries that I am used to hearing. I act as a bosom sister unintentionally. I chatted with my classmates that day. A friend joked that I wanted to become a monk. I answered casually that I also wanted to become a monk all the time. It was just a hard time! The Speaker had no intention, but the listener had a heart. Later, a friend talked with me privately, saying that one of my photos seemed to show fear. I said that all the public photos were laughing, he said your smile was reluctant! At that time, recalling the past, recalling the old things, all the deep memories forgetful past came one after another, as if the Demons following one by one were dried under the sunshine. The years that can’t be avoided, the scars that can’t be sealed, the decades of time are old, and those marks in the dark can’t be separated from the left and right, even if you say you can’t remember, even if you want to try to forget, always come back in countless sleepless nights, and reproduce the original images in successive dreams. Self-esteem is nothing. When the fragile young soul is invaded by it, words that you think are unimportant will follow you like a bull’s head and a horse’s face. You work hard to find a peaceful corner, you try hard to face the troubles of the world with a smile every day. It still stands out to tell you that I am still there when you think you are strong enough. When I was young, I was worried and happy, and my youth was also absurd. You didn’t come in the past, but I didn’t go in the future. Who knows your cowardice and who explains your confusion? After all, I am still a child who cries when I feel pain, tasting the warmth and warmth of human feelings in the corner of time. My friend said: my selfishness is to let go of the past! Then, from now on, I will also be a selfish person. After crying bitterly, I will completely put down the past that I have been chasing. Thank you for helping me unload the heavy stones in my heart. It is time to let myself live easily. Life is too short, and how many happy days do you have? Look up, you see, that elegant cloud still stands leisurely in the pure sky, and the Wild Wind accidentally attacked cannot turn away her peaceful smile. Looking for the image, thousands of miles at hand, born in the world, hard to take off the fireworks, take a hard and confused mental path, no matter the left side is the sea, the right side is the shore, no matter the front is the sun and the back is the Yin, walk in cloud deep know, not immortal, have already gone into Wonderland, only for peace of mind. (Written in 2016 nian 3 yue 25 ri) 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…

Life

The third memory of Collection: Open the stamp book, open the box, pieces of hard matchboxes, pieces of rich stamps, lighters one by one, and present them one by one. Walking from the depth of time, I was speechless to describe the dusty memories one by one, the stories of time one by one, a different mood and a period of time that could not be recovered. There is always the image of a young girl floating in front of us, which seems to touch the simple busyness, simple happiness and simple loneliness of those years. On a bright sunny day and a warm afternoon, the Sun splashed on the desk through the window glass. Sitting in front of the desk, doing homework, reading extra-curricular books and looking at these collections in the corner of the desk. Tired, tired, look out of the window, blue sky and white clouds, green and lush, leaves swaying. How many afternoons a young girl has spent in such a state. That kind of purity and happiness is no longer available now. Each of these objects depicts a period of annual rings. Ignorance flows in the beautiful stamps, and youth slides through the shiny surface of the lighter. I have carefully collected it, and I have been reluctant to discard it. I cherish it infinitely. It is not only the object itself, but also a collection of my feelings and happiness in the passing time. How many times, sitting in front of the articles of time, staring at the road of youth when you come. At this moment, the clock stops. Time, youth and purity are not in books, but attached to this piece and one piece. They cover the changes of time, hide the passing of time, hide beside themselves, wait for themselves to open them, recall and recall. When I opened them, the objects were as fresh as before, glittering and vivid. One by one, they told me the stories of Green years silently, telling me the simple happiness of a young girl. Closing them seems to cover a period of unforgettable time and collect a story of time. If we say that it was a simple collection at the beginning, then now we are collecting an unforgettable period of time, a simple happiness, a simple mood and a story of time. They are far away from themselves and can never come back. I can only recall, sigh and look forward to these things. Candy paper, cigarette paper, lost when lost, unfortunately, unfortunately, will not come back. As time goes by, youth is no longer there, and the story of time can only be left in the time like water, which cannot flow back. If you can save it well, you can only save your mood and happiness. 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…

Jiangnan

On a cold winter night, I sat in the south of the Yangtze River, unconsciously recalling the magical snowflakes in my memory. In many poems and proses of Jiangnan Xueyun collection, people leave a lot of descriptions of Jiangnan snow scenes, which may be because Jiangnan rarely encounters snowflakes in winter and spring. When I was very young, I had a special yearning and curiosity for snow. I thought snow was a kind of spirit. Our childhood dates with snow, dances with snow, and then plays with snow. When I was a teenager, I entered the school. The lesson “guess who I am” in the primary school textbook brought me endless imagination and inspired us to think. At this time, I learned that snow is a natural phenomenon, and sent some kind of signal to people. In the middle school years, we applied physical chemistry to reveal the change rule of snow and recall the conjecture in the primary school era. At this time, it is found that water is a kind of spirit in nature, and steam, rain and snow are all its incarnation. Guess who I am? As soon as the sun shines, I will become steam and rise to the sky. I will become a little tiny, and people will call me rain. In winter, I turned into pieces of cold white flowers falling from the sky, and people called me snow again. This short popular science essay in primary school impressed me deeply. Only Xu Chi’s reportage Goldbach conjecture was used to guess words in junior high school. Unfortunately, there are few similar popular science articles like this now. From then on, I thought, if possible in the future, how good it would be to write the scientific phenomenon and reveal its essence as the romance form for people’s reference. Later, when I was in high school, Lu Xun’s prose snow, Chairman Mao’s lyrics spring snow in Qinyuan, and what I read after class were not clear that tinggrui had fallen today, it is suspected that when Lin Hua opened “snow in the garden” last night, suddenly like the spring breeze coming in the night, thousands of trees and pear flowers opened “White Snow Song to send martial arts” and six flying flowers entered the house, sitting and watching Qingzhu turns into qiongzhi “to snow”, Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and the films blow down Xuanyuan stage “to be popular in the North”, what does snow look like in succession? If you spread salt in the air, you can use the words of “singing Snow”, The Lonely boat, the wind, the wind, the snow, the snow in Yanshan Mountain as big as the mat, the film blows down Xuanyuan Tai “North fashion”, and the window contains the snow, menbo Dongwu Wanli ship “quatrains”, let us enjoy the natural and social scenery. The most unforgettable time in life is when I was a child playing with snowflakes. When the snow floated over the ground, little companions would always run out of the House, letting snow fall on their bodies, playing selflessly in the snow regardless of the wet and frozen hands and feet, making snowmen, fighting snowballs, and laughing and laughing, make the white world full of vitality. Occasionally, I also saw adults holding a group of snowflakes, smiling, playing and meeting in the snow. Why did they ever get acquainted with each other, smiling and talking. Snow flowers fly in the Spring Festival, which is like the mood of the new year. Hope and unexpected encounter are extremely happy. People cheer because of snow, and people moisten their hearts because of snow. No snow, no more than a year, snowflakes seem to be the gift of nature. At the end of the new year, everyone is looking forward to a snow coming as scheduled and a dreamy scene on the snowy day. The Earth is lucky, the sky is gray, and the snow is boundless. Snow, people sell. Snowflakes are so carefree, so pure and flawless, so softly dancing and so mixed. The snowflakes were so close to each other again, and they looked forward to everything in the south of the Yangtze River shyly and shyly. The world was surrounded by a kind of wonderful and beautiful, white and peaceful atmosphere. The fields and villages in the south of the Yangtze River are like Catkins, reed flowers and Starlight, trembling and fluttering in the boundless sky with pleasant temperament. The snowflakes were spotless and lightweight. Overnight, thousands of trees and pears blossomed. The snow rendered the greenish and white, and painted the most beautiful ink painting. A white and beautiful Heaven on Earth, the icing on the cake is added by the falling snow. The natural magic of snow makes us feel refreshed. Snow is also very energetic. Every winter or spring comes, the snowflakes on the branches become a beautiful scene in front of and behind our house. Although the winter and spring are trembling, when we encounter snow, we always hope that it will bloom more like flowers, and then it will be glorious; When a gust of wind passes by, the snow will be happy and smooth, and it will sway with the wind, nod and greet me. If you have something in your heart that can’t be done by outsiders, you can also whisper to it. It can be said that qiongzhi saw people shaking, smiled slightly and bent down, and the snowflakes waved gently and warmly invited him; The south side of the pitch was charming, and he spent the cold wave together. We enjoy the annual beauty, and we don’t want to fall into this peculiar scenery of Jiangnan one year. The magic of Snow nature makes us upset. Snow relatives and snow disasters also bring disasters to people. Reading “The girl selling matches”, I felt that the girl was pitiful, and imagined how much she hoped to melt the frozen world into a happy paradise. When I think of snowy days, the first thing I do when I get up every morning is to see the outside world. If the snow is still falling, then clapping hands and praising, I can’t help saying that it is snowing, and it is still snowing; if the snow covered the Earth and the roof, he could not help chanting: Ah, come and see the snow. What a thick snow. Not only did he marvel at it, but he also shouted the thoughts of people around him. If the snow stopped and there was no snow on the ground, I felt it left us. I felt a little regretful and sad! dx wu hen, do to melancholy pay beauty Good morning, look back green mountains, bridges. For many years, Snow White usually comes in the vast expanse of winter or early spring, and naturally gets drunk; But now, it is difficult to look forward to the cold winter, and the world is in the same place, and the cold and hot changes. I like snowflakes to show its white color, fresh flowers, a little shy, quiet, tasteless and light; This is enough to make us extremely happy. The south of the Yangtze River is no more than the North. It only blossoms in winter and spring, dotted with the scenery of nature. After the flowers are gone, although it presents a rare monotony to the World temporarily, it brings us a lot of comfort. How many years, snowflakes are in full bloom. We also get used to its habit of enjoying its beauty when flowers bloom, and appreciating its white color when flowers are heaps; We can’t help telling it about our expectations and anxiety. I was looking forward to snow, and occasionally I saw such a joke spread on the Internet: It’s almost 49 years old, and it still cannot fall down this year? Lost no shame? Don’t lose your natural face! What do you think of preserved fish! What do you think of bacon! How to mix other cured chickens and ducks in the world? At this time, it’s still zero! There are still sunny and shining every day! Who do you want to show your face? Autumn, will you go or not? Will you come in winter? Where is your partner? Reluctantly, grinding mill chirp. The whole day was cold and hot. We are all innocent. You two should confirm the relationship quickly. Give me a happy word, or let it go directly in beginning of spring! All the cooling for the purpose of not following the snow is rogues. Ha ha, this social network language is straightforward enough, implying the saying that it will not snow for years through the ages. The charm of snowflake lies in a white heart. Snowflakes are plain, precipitation is plain, white and pure. I can accompany with sunshine, wind and rain, be honest and White all my life. When without beg, open-minded really, not fame tie him down, no regrets, leisurely. When it is removed, it will remove dirt and clear water, and turn into Clear Spring. It is simple, carefree and fast, precipitates, filters, accumulates, cleans the air, moistens the Earth and sweeps the nature, leaving endless imagination for people chasing it. Xiaoxue flowers are kind-hearted, innocent and pure, and dignified fall on the eaves, branches, and grass, and even fall on the hearts of pedestrians. People like Snowflake, its crystal clear, its white and flawless, its sacred and pure, and its calm and calm. Snowflake, let people accept its baptism, let people feel its heart, her white, thousands of times, love it, and always think about owning it. Recalling this snowflake world, the pure white unity that is rare to see in a year, the endless leisure and peace, will always look forward to its arrival in the cold winter lunar December and the end of the year and the beginning of the year, I am always chanting the old saying in my heart that it will not snow but not last years, and I want to extend my love with snow to my heart. 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…

New Year

New Year 2013 —— written on the occasion of farewell to the old and welcome the new in 2013, Zhang Zhanhua of Yongjing Middle School passed away in 2012, and the mysterious Mayan prophecy finally became a joke …… the ancient laws of the universe still work, how can the Earth’s magnetic poles change? I once thought that nowadays people are alarmist, but I can sigh that life is incomparably vague. Although science and technology are developing rapidly, people cannot break through the self-discipline. Seeing the sun rising from the winter solstice in Renchen, those superstitious people were extremely surprised! What kind of calculation of magic symbols in the secret classics is more nonsense. With the help of smart merchants, it contributed to the absurdity of the end of 2017. A funny life was washed by fire, which seemed to experience the evolution from Purgatory to heaven. With the rising of a hot sun, the annual rings of the years will turn sonorous. We are deeply touched by the past, that is, how many gains and losses do we have in the past? The ups and downs of dreams are intertwined in the persistence of mediocrity, and the past will surely be smeared into the lines of life. Only in the new year can we forge ahead and embark on a new journey in our 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…

Listen

I don’t know when I began to hear the first song in my life. Maybe I was born in my mother’s arms, but according to my observation, the introverted and implicit mother didn’t seem to hum hypnotic songs for me; But her grandmother, who loved talking and laughing, sang to me from time to time with strong local accent: willow leaves are green, and seven dozen and seven take jump, Nai. I also heard from my grandmother later. Every time she sang these two words, I would always laugh out with scoffs. I laughed, and the whole family also laughed. This is probably the reason why I get in touch with music. Then it gradually grew out of human appearance, but I didn’t want to hear my grandmother hum those two sentences which seemed to be almost boring to me day after day. In order to cater to my heart, my grandmother did not sing any more, but sometimes she couldn’t help whispering when walking. In the childhood, it should be father’s singing that I heard the most, while father’s singing was always much more fashionable than grandmother’s, and I heard more completely. I still vaguely kept some fragmentary memories at that time: on the way to school, my father rode his wild horse motorcycle to drive me home. Only the bumpy muddy road could slow down our speed, my father seemed to be a little proud, because at that time, such motorcycles were rare in the countryside, and of course they could also be a small capital to show off. My father seemed to feel particularly better when he reached the flat road, so he hummed the song “Let me tell you gently” written by Yang Yuying. However, I didn’t linger in my father’s song. I stepped on the brace behind the car with two feet and put my hands on my father’s shoulder, with my thin body lying on my father’s warm, on his loose back, he concentrated on the flowers and plants on both sides of the road, as if there were endless scenery. At that time, I probably didn’t really like music. When Jay Chou gradually became mature, it was also the time when he sang the nuns in the cassette, which might even be unknown to him, it was also the time when Dou sang “He must love you” with his hoarse and almost tearing voice. At that time, it was unknown that Liu Huan might have a neck, but Chen Yixun must not have been called the God of song. What I have heard is the smoke and rain lingering in “Jiangnan”, such as the crazy painting is the bird lingering in “Seven Li Xiang”, the butterfly flying is the hot sun burning body in “dusk, the illusion of burning tears in the memory at that time, the lyrics of these songs seemed to be more beautiful and vivid than any poem of Tang and Song dynasties or modern prose, let alone the feeling after singing. Since then, I have embarked on the path of loving music. I always listen to a few songs and hum a few words every day. However, I didn’t become a musician after all, so that I could only be pure love in the end. Maybe because I am a person who likes the new and hates the old, but now he is a little disdainful to listen to these decadent sounds which seem to me to be a little confusing. But they really poisoned me so deeply that when I heard these songs in the stereo of the mall and shops occasionally and in the cars of relatives and friends, I felt very interested. As for when I was alone, I am would definitely not feel these songs any more, instead, I would indulge in quiet and plain folk songs, wild and enthusiastic rock and roll style. The coexistence of these two styles is rare for musicians. For example, have you ever seen Wang Feng hum folk songs? For example, have you ever seen Pu Shu roar rock? But coexistence with music fans like me can be completely realized, and this is probably my last saying that I am lucky not to be a musician. Both musicians and fans are fans of music in the end. Whether it is classical or popular, or rock, jazz and folk songs, what they pursue is just to immerse themselves in the fascinating voice. For example, when you are lost and sad, listening to Jay’s “rice fragrance” is excellent; When you are happy, listening to a Phoenix Legend’s “The most dazzling national wind” is excellent; When you are full of ambition, listening to a song named “Life in Full Bloom” written by Wang Feng is excellent; When it is quiet and leisurely, listening to a song named “Lake Baikal” written by Li Jian is excellent 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…