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When dealing with books, I almost became a drug addict of books. I have written an essay called “book Fool”, which describes my obsession with books and my obsession with books. Indeed, books are my best friends in my life. With books, my life will not be lonely. I usually work as a Chinese teacher in the graduating class and take charge of the head teacher. Time is as hard as a needle for me to find. Fortunately, at night, people fell asleep and nobody disturbed me, so I read books mostly in the dead of night. Only books is life. When I read a book, I could not sleep or eat, so I entered the artistic conception constructed by the words in the book. At night, it became the destination of my soul. Without the noise of the daytime, there were only the cool breeze, the sound of patter rain, sometimes the sound of frogs, or two or three barks, it is simply the beautiful music naturally endowed with excellent accompaniment for my reading. Sometimes, there was no sound at all, so quiet that I could only hear my heartbeat. I felt tired and my eyelids were tired, so I went to the yard to watch the moon and count the stars, look at the numerous black clouds. At night without the moon and stars, the sky is also beautiful, as deep as pictures that have been brewed for a long time, making my mind uncertain and enjoying endless lingering charm. Either I still held a cigarette, a small essay, or a poem, and started to have a pregnancy in my heart, and I was about to give birth like lightning. So he ran back to the cabin in three steps, fearing that his mind would suddenly interrupt. Reading at night, my heart can be expressed. Things in the daytime can be left behind for a while, accompanied by a cup of green tea, or turn on the recording, listen to a song “Two Springs Reflect the moon” or “pull the camel”, or “North Henan ballad”, or “House of Flying Daggers” or “horse racing”, or “listening Song”, constantly change the track. Sometimes the same piece of music is played repeatedly. In this state of mind, I don’t know whether I read books or I read books. It is also common for me to forget things. Somehow, I experienced the natural scenery of great rivers and mountains, accepted profound philosophical thoughts, experienced many joys and sorrows in the world, got to know many new things and comprehended the mood of writers and poets. Think about it. A night’s reading is sweeter than a dream. When you enter the book, you will be intoxicated in the realm of the book. Even if you have nothing to do with troubles and pains in life, you will be nothing but the words in the book and the realm of the book. Most of the time, I couldn’t come out once I got into the book. I didn’t realize that I read it all night until the sky turned white unconsciously. Unexpectedly, I started to work the next day without blinking my eyelids. In fact, most of the time, I fell asleep while reading, and I don’t know how I woke up. When I woke up, I found that I am lying with clothes. This time is also common. But once I entered the book again, I forgot myself again. So sometimes, on the one hand, something was cooked in the pot, on the other hand, it was immersed in books, so that the pot was burnt to pieces many times. Everything is inferior, only reading is high. My night is still mine. Every time night falls, I feel that I have a strong desire. A strong magnetic field gravitation attracts me. Books are all around! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

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Last night, he was still quiet. He just met someone he once liked. He didn’t change. The only thing he became was vicissitudes. I didn’t ask him whether he had a girlfriend or not, because I didn’t want to ask, but just smiled. As for the past love, with your firm no longer exists, the past love, now silence, everything you have nothing to do with me. Autumn is coming, the breeze is cool, and the heart is also cool. The sunshine is still the same, but there is no hot summer. I kept my initial silence and didn’t want to pay attention to everything about love. The rainstorm was no longer coming, and the Sky said goodbye to the blue sky of summer. Tears choked, walking alone. I am still me, with yellow and boring hair and scars in my tattoo. Wearing it is exaggerated, no, it is just fashion. But there was a little smile and indifference in the face. Some people say that if you dress like this, people will dislike you. I smiled calmly and didn’t like it if I didn’t like it. I didn’t live to please others. Chongqing in September seemed so tired. The number of hawkers on the street is gradually decreasing. Students along the road also entered the school obediently. I still became a tireless writer at midnight, writing the love, hate and hatred of feelings in the world of mortals. Listening to a person’s loneliness repeatedly, he looks out of the window from time to time in a daze. There is no love or hate, and the most is to sigh a person’s fate. Whose fingertips are lonely in the quiet keyboard. Coffee and Cigarettes became my comfort. The Sad Love Song in the sound has lost its former love. At every crossing the wind passed, the sound of the piano echoed in the quiet room in September. Near the river, the leaves drift along the wind to the river. Floating Yang, reluctant to leave. Wake up in the morning and open your tired eyes. Looking back to the road when I came, I was just a very simple child at that time. The branches seemed to extend to the horizon, holding up the heavy white clouds. I waited patiently for the harvest in autumn, but I had nothing. Because I forgot to sow my boyfriend in spring, I never got a good result. Some people say that if you don’t change your dress, many men will dislike it. Ha ha, why do I change myself easily because of others’ words. The world is so big, do I still worry about losing a man who doesn’t like me? Right and wrong, everyone has different opinions. That’s me. No matter what you say, what I have decided will not change easily. How much praise a person can bear, also how much slander he has to bear. Why care about others’ eyes? Everyone’s values are different. A person’s walking, a person’s loneliness, a person’s telling. As the autumn drew to a close, the host who was criticized got rid of the bondage. In this season, I became the brightest sunshine in winter. 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…

Pinellia

If life is like a dream, I will wait for a good time in the corridor of dreams. If the time is like water, I will stay in the paper and ink, casting a mottled silhouette, which is plain and slim, to pull the rush and emptiness of the time. Inscription I like summer, whether it is rainy or sunny. That kind of feeling is like waking up freely from a dream, trying to piece together trivial memories with that honesty, and singing a wandering elegan, looking at the smoke and sand flowing through the fingers calmly. The heart is like floating dust, in this rainy season. The rainstorm pouring down is like a vent to the noise of discontent with the world of mortals, extending the drooping loneliness deep in my heart. With the dust, the fleeting time has turned into a desolate place. Make a cup of tea, sit in front of the computer, let the wind outside the window blow, after the rain, slightly cool. I always like to meticulously carve some words in the space, record the infatuation and loneliness of my years together, and carefully figure out the prosperity or desolation of the world of mortals. Shallow Feelings, condensed into fragrance. Wake up my humble destiny with a piece of heart. Time, soaked in ink, graceful and melancholy. Young and frivolous, no worries about the future, on the way of trekking, they all suffered pain. Time flies, I am used to seeing autumn turns into summer flowers; The annual rings turn, and I see the life and death separation of life. Scenery, human withered flourish, way laugh or cry walks. It was not until I was exhausted that I suddenly realized that the beautiful scenery of the flourishing age would be deserted sooner or later. Too much decadence would only make the years fade early and turn into dust before blooming. Whenever it rains heavily, there is always an impulse to run out to get wet, letting the heavy rain wash the dust in my heart. There are always too many true and false things in this world. I always hope that I can become more smooth. Facing people who don’t like it, you can greet each other with a smile, facing lies, or you can not expose them. Words follow the state of mind, only a few words, just drip in the bottom of my heart when I am lonely. The wound that touches the eye can be forgotten in a flash. Praise (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) on August 6, 2010 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…