River

In the midsummer night, it was like hiding in a tank truck. The whole world was so stuffy that It strolled to the river. The cool breeze blew towards the face, just like the spring breeze, gently comb my heart. All of a sudden, on the surface of the river, as the distance approached, the lights one after another were dragged slender by the river. In This moonlight-free night, they were particularly dazzling, like rain pillars one by one, stepping towards me, I spread the quiet River to the sky, as if a mirage appeared in front of me. It turned out to be a small boat moored on the river to dot the fishing fire, which embellished the night world. Suddenly, I remembered the poem in Zhang Ji’s “night berth on Maple Bridge”: The moon was falling and the frost was all over the sky, and the fishing fire in the river was sleeping with sorrow. Just like Zhang Ji in those years, he tried his best to find a word of sorrow against the fishing fire. But in my eyes, it was the hot and prosperous scene, and a trace of sorrow could not be touched. Looking up at the sky again, the lonely stars from far and near are dotted in the sky, flashing and flashing, like a drop of tears falling on the boundless night sky, which makes you look so desolate and lonely, countless stars in the space book there are countless sad words, which form an obvious contrast with the fishing fire on the river. I think: The World sorrow that Zhang Ji looked at the fishing fire in the river in those years was either submerged by time or brought to the distant sea by the river. Looking at this summer night, I was rushing to the beautiful picture with a string of fishing fires on the river. Tighten up the reins of thought, face the river slowly, stare at the distant fishing fire, although in this night, I feel in the picture, I gradually become the only figure in the picture. It seems that at that moment in the foot painting, the world is frozen, and you can no longer walk out of this beautiful landscape and night decorated with fishing fire. The whole body and mind are integrated with this night, this water and this fishing fire, how much I want to fall into Amber forever with all this! Praise on July 4, 2013 (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…