Step

Love, warmth and hope. Who is complaining that April has lost fragrance? In the empty sky, white clouds were also circling with the mood, or white pigeons waving their wings in the afternoon, because the thick clouds seemed to be wrapped by some hatred. The so-called growth seems to have no choice but to expect, not clear, not clear, but eager to express what you think in your heart, not clear explanation of the heart swing. At this moment, with a moment of melancholy, we laugh at the immaturity of the past, worry about the shackles of the present, and doubt the imaginary future. It was the wind from late autumn to winter that condensed the confusion in the eyes and touched the narrowness in the eyes. By chance, I vaguely saw the direction and the eager self from someone who passed by in a hurry. Therefore, life left the self-proposition behind, and we began to look back, doubt the present and guess the future. Whether denying the immaturity of the past or insisting on the autonomy of the present, this is just a process, a process of growth. Maybe ten years later, the experience of ten years later will also betray the lovely present, and then make worthless comments for those who care about, those who are arrogant, and those who make new words to express sorrow. Therefore, there is no denying how to grow. Just as the blooming season is always beautiful, there will be the loss of dead leaves in the previous season and the calm maturity in the later autumn. Growth is not always full of April fragrance, love, warmth and hope. We need love, warmth, hope, mood and gloom. Life should always live in the way of life. As for the entanglement between right and wrong, or between right and wrong, it should be attributed to April, May and June of growth step by step, day after day, year after year. 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…

I am

I am a flower, blooming in the world, eager to be surrounded by a city. There is no city, although the flowers are bright, they are also listless. Only surrounded by the city and rendered by the city can the flowers bloom appropriately and elegantly! Imagine that there is no city to set off, flowers are wandering on barren mountains and forests, even floating in the wind. With the beautification of the city, the flowers are more moving and beautiful. With the support, cultivation and meticulous nurturing, the flowers are located in the city and become lovely and delicate! I am a flower, it needs people to cultivate it, and it also needs the protection of the city. Nowadays, although flowers bloom brightly and are beautiful and fragrant, there is no shelter for the city. In the wild, they are just wild flowers on the roadside, which need a destination and a onlookers of the city. At that time, I will bloom like a hot sun, make me romantic, attract people to stop and watch. I long for a city and a city that understands me. Cultivate me in the center of the garden, give me hope and dream. If you are a city, I would like to make flowers forever, bloom in your center, smile with you, add flowers to you and give you endless power. It is often difficult to predict the world, and sometimes I meet the right person at the wrong time.? At this time, I can only make a flower for you to appreciate and be proud! You can only protect me as a city, protect my growth, protect my blooming flowers, cultivate my romantic taste and make me look like a flower. Only in this way can you appreciate my flower, and I can accompany you day and night to get along with you day and night! I am willing to be a flower, blooming in your heart, accompanying you with the rising sun and falling moon, accompanying you with joy and sorrow! May you also become my city, protect me for thousands of years, and accompany me to see the flowing water. If you are tired, enjoy my amorous feelings; If you are lonely, come and share the beautiful scenery of the world with me. So do I. When there are withered leaves, I hope you can tolerate them. I hope you can pick up my petals again and smudge my flowers again. I am surrounded by you, my heart is rippling, and the flowering period will be prolonged. Even if it is going to fade in autumn, I am also affectionate! I am flower, you are the city, let me decorate your city, let you achieve what you want, dream without worry. Several years later, the city is prosperous and charming! You ‘d better also render my colors to make me bloom more gentle and magnificent in the world! Without your city, I will not be able to live in the world. Even if I live, I will still live in secret. With you, my heart is carefree; With you, my flowers bloom. Just make a flower! Everyone in the world likes flowers, so do I. But Flowers need green leaves. Without green leaves, flowers are also dim! Only the green leaves reflect the beauty of flowers. Although you have become a city, you are nothing more than the companionship of the green leaves. Because in the city, there are no flowers embracing each other, and no city has been built. With flowers and no city, it is also a kind of loneliness. Only when there are flowers in the city and flowers have the shelter of the city, can they be a beautiful world. My openness is the prosperity of the city. The city can not only protect my colors, but also convey them to me in the form of emotion. Teach me long, romantic, and bright in life! I am flower, you are the city! 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…

Spring

April arrived quietly, on the branch of spring. The spring scenery is bright, the dance is not full of warm wind and gentle joy of the whole life, with a peaceful heart, quietly watching the full of flowers; A touch of colorful beauty, not dyed a little dust. Afternoon warm. The sunlight hit the transparent glass window, scattered into a bunch, and then converged on the ground, leaving a bright flower, which brightened half of the house. I ran to the window joyfully, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds. My eyes were swayed by the sunshine. Out of instinct, I put my hands in front of my forehead. The sun in spring is not as hot as summer, nor as cold as winter. It is like a friend who meets again after a long separation. Once they meet, they will have endless words. Outside the window, the leaves have turned green. This kind of green is light, simple and elegant, and easy to get close, which makes people feel Steadfast without aggressive momentum. The peach blossom withered, and the falling petals lay in the shallow grass fragmentary. It went through the cycle of four seasons to show its beauty in spring, but it had to wither and fade in a hurry, leaving no trace of fragrance. However, there is no need to feel sorry and distressed for it. Thanks for the flowers, green leaves and fruitful fruits. When the breeze comes, the spring water in that pool is blue and slightly blue, just like the ripples appearing when the young girl’s heart is rippling in the spring, which will be shocked and disturbed. The Weeping Willows at the edge of the pool were swaying back and forth, with slender waist branches swinging. The beautiful figure was glittering and floating in the water. A woman under the willow tree stood against the tree, with her head wrapped around her shoulder, dancing in the wind. The wind pulled up her skirt corner, floating like dust and smoke. Not far away from her, a handsome man, holding a book of songs in his hand, read the book of life and death, and told Zi Cheng. Hold Your Hand and grow old with you. Her eyes fixed on him, with uncontrollable joy on her face, and her beautiful appearance could not cover the love flashing between her eyebrows. In an instant, the man suddenly turned his head and looked towards her direction. She had no time to take back the deep feeling on the string. A face of astonishment hit his clear eyes. Her cheeks blushed and she stood there at a loss, silly looking at him. He seemed to be aware of her discomfort and gave her a slight smile, which was like a wisp of spring breeze, blowing her young girl’s heart in bud. When I was young, I was in such a war and chaos like her. That year, I was 15 years old and just entered junior high school. He was a newly graduated college student and served as an English teacher in our class. I remembered that it was a night with dense stars. It was the first time that he came into our class with a serious expression. The noisy classroom suddenly calmed down. I was immersed in reading and felt the atmosphere was abnormal. I looked at the platform and saw what he was talking about with the classmates at the first table beside me. Then I walked around the classmates and went back to the platform, staring at us. I looked at this new teacher secretly. He was tall and thin, with a melon-seed face and a awe-inspiring and upright look. Although he was not handsome, he was as handsome as the sunshine. Wearing a white shirt, blue jeans and white sneakers, this is my favorite match. His eyes stayed beside me for a moment. I lowered my head in a panic and pretended to turn over the book as if nothing had happened. Only I knew that there were ten thousand horses galloping in my heart, and the Heat rushed up, my cheeks are very hot. He said a lot in that class, but I didn’t hear a word, The only thing printed on his mind was his gentle smile. The stars of that night must all fall on him, so that I still remember his shining appearance many years later. Maybe he just started to take the position of teacher, so he put all his energy on us. In the first week, he could always be seen in the classroom every afternoon. He didn’t leave until he went to night lessons. Because of his serious expression in class, his classmates were somewhat revered by him, and they didn’t know how to pretend to understand English questions. That afternoon, the bloody canyang gave out feeble afterglow. He stood by the window, and I saw a trace of melancholy under the outline of his red sunset. Why didn’t I come to the classroom for so many days? I didn’t see a classmate asking me a question. Did you understand all the knowledge I told? He smiled and said. I know that I am strict with everyone in class at ordinary times. You are afraid that I am normal. As long as you don’t make mistakes, how can the teacher make trouble for no reason? If you don’t understand the knowledge, you must ask me, I promise to speak patiently. Students nobody said anything. Sitting in the corner of the classroom, I shouted to the teacher, and I had a question to ask. Thereby touching exploded with laughter. Later, he gradually became familiar with us and helped the students who had difficulties with their own abilities. This teacher, like the elder brother next door, became one with us and talked about everything. In that semester, my English scores soared all the way, and other subjects also advanced by leaps and bounds. Therefore, at the beginning of the second semester, I was transferred to the fast class. The classroom of the fast class is far away from other classes. I am separated from him by a long river, and I can’t cross it no matter how hard I try. There were fewer opportunities to see him, and I couldn’t adapt to the learning environment of the fast shift. During that time, my heart was filled with mixed feelings, which made me depressed beyond words. Every time the teacher plays a game, I always go to see it because he is there. Two years passed quickly. That period of junior high school life was gorgeous because of him. Maybe he never knew those silent gazing, but I will always remember them. Some people are just a meteor in life, passing through for a short time, but leaving good memories of life. I have not given birth to you, but I am old when I give birth to you You hate me for giving birth late, I hate you for giving birth early Hate not same time, day and jun hao If we were born at the same time, we met and knew each other at the right time, and we happened to pass each other’s corner when love passed by, that would be great! Unforgettable lingering whispers, use your smile to pay tribute to me, let your heart die in brilliance, let love reborn in ashes, fire burned grass marks, and see another spring breeze of the year, I like this “dark fragrance” which is mixed with slight sadness and beautiful peace in my heart. If there is love in your heart, someone will come. The past passes through the Lake of your heart gently. Youth will never feel painful, and the future will be bright as stars. April in the world, the spring is burning, charming and moving, everything goes back to the original purity. My heart Xiangyang, internati Fangfei. That blessing, along with the scenery into the painting, that trace of Miss, along with the time into the heart. This spring, with a beautiful mood, all the way forward. 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…

Snow flocculation

The solar term after the light snow, because of the leap month, the weather is cold and warm at first, and there is no snow. The rolling Lake pushes the ice floc one after another! The lingering waterbirds searched for the hesitated little fish, and the cold wind kept beating the Waterbird’s wings. No matter how poetic it is, it can’t describe the gradual freezing before the winter! A sketch of waiting, how to peck at the blank of the lost October appointment in a quiet posture? The gray wings of flying Crows were dancing in the vault, and lonely dead leaves were flying in a mess in the wilderness. The lonely soul wandering on the dam, and the blurred hesitation flashing in the eyes looking at the distance. The bleak puff in the west wind nodded wildly, where was the endless enchanting and beautiful summer?! Is your crazy dancing posture to repay the tide of endless green onion glory and insufficient love in Xia?! Maybe, maybe not? It is just a cruel reincarnation in life. It doesn’t matter beauty or unbearable! What I am dancing is just the unquestionable body language that I should dance in my life. No matter the wind and rain beat or the cold snow buried, I am still an indispensable scenery on the lake! Cold rolling from the northwest, the pompom-like Sparrow lost the tassel Grain Valley on the beach in panic, hiding in the corner and looking at the wind’s virtue. The motorcycle in the wind is still blue and Jade, and the two mirrors seem to be the wise dragon horns growing on the faucet. The upright figure is just like the winding of the dragon playing in the water. It is strong and handsome, and the wind can not fall down. The clear and crisp mist that could not be washed out in the flying, Dudu echoed in the sky as a string of notes, and the songs in the dam and outside the dam were in full bloom in winter. On snow-free days, the temperature is just beating above zero and below zero, cold and warm in the accumulated temperature of sunshine. Yang jingmo, a warm winter mixed with a slight sorrow. Standing on the lakeside of winter, there was neither a depression nor a rage of xiesili, just looking forward to the coming of a snow. Or exquisite hexagonal glittering and dancing slanting weave, or as clear as cicada wings fluttering, or goose feather velvet spreading all over the world, or as soft as Yang SA poem erotic floating, from the northwest direction overwhelming white and white. In the snowy days, Qian Qian’s hope will be filled with clear heart; The gurgling mind will be supported with eye-catching enchanting. Stick a finger to the soft snow, lick the tip of the tongue lightly, the astringent cool and refreshing all over the body. Thinking, thinking, helpless and struggling, creeping in the hardships of the years, obsessed with not knowing whether the source of love or responsibility is still the same, without growling or pouring. If you want to go to the day when there is heavy snow, the snow will rush from the northwest, like goose feather flying all over the sky, narrow your eyes and greet its speed and enthusiasm with your face, pick up a handful of winter elves with your hands, burning and refreshing. I like the heavy snow very much, and it’s very wet…… Silent pounding on the helpless love pain of years, Let the thick snow cover the painful atrium, and a ling strength can no longer reach the distant rest lingering in the warmth. A thorough pouring of my heart has already washed away my dull hesitation. After the thick snow, looking out, there are cute and tenacious sparrows pacing. Taking bamboo leaves away, what it beats is not chasing or hesitation, but a fresh poem. Patting the dust of the days, combing the long hair of the years, there are already a lot of unconscious can not be put down with every sunrise and sunset, falling from the fingers, the lament that cannot be picked up is like the setting sun that went yesterday, which will finally go away in attachment. The night is always holding the stars in the quietly lit light waiting for a long sleep; The clear glow of the moon is always teasing the fondness of the stars gently. In the middle of the uneasy period, the steps of winter are getting farther and farther, pointing to the winter worm. The cold is burning in the heating furnace, and the cold wind is pulling the airflow from the north, beating the weak heart with the fierce strength of seven or eight levels, relying on the tall buildings? Hehe, beware of bad luck coming across the sky, there is no dependence in the wind! Standing upright is not a must. In the silent night, the snow came, as if it was a war song that could not be subdued. There is no intention, no tone, just raise it naturally, raise it in the falling heart, and gradually strengthen in the swing of the clock. I used to love winter so much. Although there was cold and piercing cold wind, the power of cold and drinking from the bottom of my heart gradually strengthened, the heart which is strong and crumbling in the plain has tension again. Once I was so eager to get sick, even if it was a common cold, I could still feel the honor of someone’s love; Once I was so eager for my willfulness, even after a few days’ long journey, I can still feel a spoiled crazy search; I was so eager that I couldn’t sleep for a long time, even if it was a complete dream, it is also good to let go of your own soul. But after all, no! It was because I owed you too much debt in my previous life that I was asked to pay you back twice in this life, and tied up the responsibility irrefutably with the same obsession! The thin breeze is always the beginning of the morning, and the mileage of time is always starting from the slight smile of the sun. The package on the back is the power of walking and the supply of hunger. You are very heavy with it, but the call of the sunrise, the promise in the sunset, the heart is always warm, love is always heavy. Walking is the freedom of the wind, but also in the vicissitudes of time, invisibly rubbing into the glory given by time, reluctant a smile. On snow-free days, it is soothing, and the changeable airflow collides with the order of seasons. The Spinning Top drooped its eyes helplessly in the corner, and the silence which was almost suffocated was slow, and the trembling wilderness was tasteless. Wind is blowing? From the northwest direction! Isn’t that the rhythm of snow? 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…