In many cases, writing seems to have become a gesture of solidifying memory and paying homage to oneself after years. When all those troubled thoughts are turned into characters at the fingertips, I feel that my heart is a timeless and clear time like a damask full of dust, embroidered with flowers, but it was once a masterpiece of elegance. Many years ago, I like to use two words. Always feel that people and people
【Old things, old songs, old roads】 I always think of you and you when I am sad in every city, after the carnival. Without the days of yours, no matter how good or delicious you are, the beautiful scenery of the United States becomes uninteresting. I began to wonder if I was depressed or something. After so many separations and betrayals. I began to protect the fragile heart like a hedgehog. now
I haven’t learned to write something for a long time. I don’t know if life is too messy. Too much writing eventually leads to no way to write, or because my thoughts are too lazy and I’m too lazy to think about arranging my life. In recent days, there are many things that can be written that can be written, but they themselves have slowed down the recording style. Now, at this moment, you can finally hold a cup of tea.
When the chilly autumn wind swept the entire field, wild chrysanthemums were scattered all over the mountains. The wilderness of autumn is desolate, with numbness of trees, yellow leaves all over the place, the northern geese flying south, and the westerly winds chilling. In this season where the world is discolored, wild chrysanthemums become the most beautiful scenery among the mountains. They are bright and open in the desolate bushes with unique fragrance. Its aroma is not that kind of annoying
I have always wondered, what is life? The short life experience does not allow me to comprehend its true meaning. Some people say that you are writing a person and are looking forward to some things about life. So what is life? In order to survive, live every day forever and do not like to do the work; in the gaps in time, linger with the little remaining youth. This is life? Still rolling red
Outside the window is another world. An autumn leaf fell inadvertently and shattered the sorrow of the season. A glimmer of moonlight, in the quiet late night, whirled to my heart; a grain of dust lingered in the depths of the years, mingling with many emotions and chanting. How many poems. Do not panic, close your eyes, can hear your own heartbeat; do not have to be tired, stop and see the wind, the beauty of the rain;
If time stops at this moment, please bring me back to the moment you first met. Let me recognise your face and remember your words. Let the wind blow apart the scent of separation, let the ripples of the water retain the waiting time, let us return to the time we first met, witness the sunrise of the mountains, the footsteps of the mountains, the Wizard of Oz, loneliness and arrogance. The time is like a group of wild horses that are dislocated. When they are not over, they just want to move forward.
In life, there is always a page of sadness, so deep and so warm. The beauty of time lies in the traces of the engraved years of encounter and separation. The fleeting year is a song without words. It has always been in the heart. In addition to reading, there is hope. — Inscription  The autumn and the quiet seasons of a season of quiet autumn are outlined in different colors, concluding impetuousness and jealousy, and more of a meditation and quiet beauty, such as a thick ink
Mature before the present day is that the heart grows older and can continue to smile with tears. Step by step, the years let dream one by one "disappear", we converged the original look, let Yumeng continue to meet the sun. The text/lone star came to the moon with a step by step, and the sun regained its thoughts; step by step, the evening breeze awakened the sleeping face… We all gave life to us. In today's
Autumn in the small town, except for some sweltering heat, seems to be unable to find the beauty depicted in the book. It is sprayed by the sprinkler on the road, braving an explosion of heat. The car runs on the highway, like the steamed bun just opened, and the smell of dust flies. To, straight through the stomach. At this moment, I just want to hide in an unknown corner, away from the hustle and bustle of the world, take a side of pure land, and find a habitat for the exhausted heart.
Holding a handful of sunshine, in the warm afternoon of the sun, a quiet cup of tea, warm look, revealing a touch of elegance, quiet and comfortable. There are people who always inadvertently attract others' attention. They are not the most beautiful but the most intoxicating. They are not slaves of time. They are painters of life, musicians of life, and composers of life. They use more than earthly eyes, light
On the arrival of Teacher's Day, her husband received a large number of flowers. It was sent by students who had taught in the past. Now that he has graduated from college, he is proud of his world of Taoli. I am sighed with his countless efforts over the years. Qu index, marriage has been fifteen years old, was known as the mother and fifteen years. There are teachers in the family who have advantages and disadvantages. They have gains and losses. When the daughter is admitted to junior high school, the teacher is the father. The father
Time is like running water, thoughts and spirits of Chihiro, and unconsciously, it is in mid-September. On a quiet night, it is rare to set aside the earthly trifles and listen to the clear rhyme of Qinyin. Open the dusty memories for a long time. Dust, alone combing this gloomy mood, write some extravagant text, so that the knot of long-lost now meet again with the nib teenager. Since the ancient times, autumn is sad and lonely, this is ancient people
The leaves fell silent. The 48th leaf of my life in an instant had slipped quietly from the branches of the years. In 48 years, under the thick dark land of the north, my childhood, my youth, my youth, my In the middle age, ah, it was the best time in my life. When you bend over to pick up the years and countless years in the middle of China, you feel this kind of sigh.
A few days ago, I wrote a small article with whim, gave my friends a look, requested guidance, and my friends took a few days to wait until the article came back to my hand. When I opened my eyes, I was shocked by a short story. There are a dozen or so red-pencils in the text, and there are numerous small red-lettered comments in each of them. Red and black are red and red is in large numbers. After reading his comments and suggestions, I can not help but lament
The waves in the corners of the curtains curled up at the wrinkled corners. The sun was shining through the curtains and covered with scattered light beams. I looked out at the tallest roof in this small city. The neon-lit night sky gray colors suddenly reminded of the fate of the short films. The smile always turns strange after turning around. The tear marks leave the folds on the dark and yellow paper. When I was ignorant, I had no solution.
Everyone grows every day, experiences different growth, and life is different. In the process of growing up, we have bitterness, pain, sadness, happiness, injury and ups and downs. When we were young, we grew up carefree under the care of our parents. When we grew up, we stepped into society. We lost the umbrella of our parents, we must learn to be independent, learn to live in style, learn to live in humiliation, and learn to be strong.
13.09.20 (V) Clear (263) Women When There Are Six Hearts People all agree that women are made of water. No matter how competent women are, they are as willing as water and love to be surrounded by men's arms. If no men appreciate women It is the most failing woman. How can a woman be liked by men? My point is that women should have "six hearts": First, there is kindhearted love despite women
When I was 2 years old, I was in a military green jeep. I was in the countryside and my parents were in the county seat. When I was 5 years old, I was in a circle surrounded by high walls. In my county seat, my grandfather was in the countryside; when I was 9 years old, the distance was It is a weapon model. I am assembling myself and my mother is urging to learn. At 11 years old, the distance is a tall iron school gate. I want to disperse the society and my father has put me on campus; 13
In the blink of an eye, when the Mid-Autumn Festival celebrates the moon, the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival is filled with the joy of laughter. It is like a beautiful and poetic poetry. It is in this imaginative scroll. A qing dynasty spreads the world, our blessings and The expectation is all relieved in the eyes of the fifteenth, and with the hustle and bustle of the moonlight, it is full of passion. 【1】The Mid-Autumn Festival in August experienced a reunion season, witnessed by a bright moon.