Leisure

I hope the years can make me safe for the whole life, and I don’t have to be too surprised. I just hope that when all the wind and dust flow away, I can still leave a warm memory for me to remember this situation in broken thoughts, finally, there is such a neutral gear that you can sit down quietly and write something to spread the silky feelings accumulated in your heart for a long time to your fingertips, on the computer screen, the winter night always comes without warning. Just after five o’clock, it was already dark outside, and everything became turbid under the cold moonlight. There is a cold wind blowing down the snow on the branches or eaves. By accident, an indescribable sense of depression welled up in people’s heart. They were trapped in the barrier of loneliness and anxiety and could not be released. I always feel that December is the most restless month of the year, and a memory of the past will be released in this month, happy or painful. I can forget some memories, but I still can’t forget the wounds of the passing years. Pieces of lovesickness, only hope left. I like myself when I am quiet, ignoring the noise of the outside world, indulging in a person’s emotional world, measuring the steps of my life and listening to the melody of my heart. Sometimes weak, sometimes prosperous, sometimes happy, sometimes sad. The world of mortals is like poetry, and I am addicted to it, lingering in the graceful and graceful lines of the Que, unwilling to extricate myself. Words are the contest between sensibility and rationality in my heart. I recorded my memories of transformation in the world of mortals in such a form, which may be fragile or strong. I hope that there will be someone who knows how to leave precious tears for the dusty years. As time passes by, there are more yellow colors in my memory. The beautiful image of youth gradually goes far away. Looking back and looking at it, it is still, but not you. It turns out that life is really a legend without reincarnation. However, I also like the feeling that it is hard to round the broken glasses, and we can only finish it once, so we know how to cherish it more. All the way, struggling and shuttling back and forth in the disaster and fate, constantly looking back, and constantly moving forward. I am in love with the wind and dust, and I always walk in a hurry with time. Waving my sleeves and gently slapping the dust off my body, I believe that one day I will become a down and open person, leisurely and leisurely, living a taste with the ups and downs of the years. On December 14, 2010, Zan (prose editor: Ke Er) eliminated 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…