In the ordinary life, my mind is particularly simple. Apart from loneliness and loneliness, the rest is related to calligraphy and writing. Yes, my heart looks very calm when others are busy building nests or making money for themselves, such as the starry night sky and the deep blue in the valley. The reason why I didn’t move is not because my family is solid, nor because I have broken the world of mortals, but because of my temperament and belief.. Hand in hand with words, my heart is like waves, willing to embrace the blue sea area and the blue sky and white clouds above the sea area for my dream.     For a long time, in my heart, I have always adhered to the idea of being the best and the most true myself.. No matter how sudden this world is, don’t let me follow suit and drift away from myself. At this point, van Gogh is undoubtedly my spiritual example. To be a catcher in the wheat field, hand in hand with the words, to fight with the fragrance of books, to make life as faithful as a sunflower, and to spit out the fragrance of flowers for the land that gave birth to me and raised me at the foot..     I still know that I have lost a lot of life, including fame and money, by doing so.. But I don’t regret it, because I know that there is only one chance for life to come into this world, and this opportunity is not given by others, but is obtained through my own efforts and practices or through screening in my life.. To cherish oneself is to give life sunshine, air and wind chimes and reveries. Van Gogh, Green, Shelley, Ji Kang, Lu Xun, Lu Yao and others are all red children in life, making pilgrimages for their own spirit. Van Gogh, in particular, has tasted suffering without regret. Brush has become the theme of his life and spiritual food. I would like to believe that painting in his heart is like writing. When he paints the result he wants, his heart must be like a spray, bright and complacent..     Perhaps it is because of this that my initial heart remains unchanged for 30 years. Hand in hand with words is like waves, which can be said to be my purest feeling from the bottom of my heart. Frankly speaking, words are like a garden in my heart. It is spring-like all the year round, with plants and flowers rushing to open, green, fat, red and thin, layers of trees dyed, like poems and paintings, flowing and static beauty is gentle and graceful here, making people beautiful and dreamy.. I like this kind of scenery. Compared with the floating clouds in the world, it is just like heaven and earth.     My life likes to stay here. I have passed away by accident and watched her passing back. My heart rolls like waves in the night, under the starry sky and in the window fence.. Think of the time and years of floating and flying. My heart and my spirit are like clear pictures. They only frown but come to mind.. How many days and nights, I sleep with my words resting on my pillow, and I see myself turning into a spray chasing the sunset sky in my dream. thoughtfully, the flying reed flocs on the shore are like rhymes, lighting up the light of life for me in the breeze. Every time it sways, it is a compliment to my soul’s acquiescence and spiritual conversion! But I don’t seem to be so satisfied with the status quo. Tears in my eyes vent the secrets of my heart.!     I dare not say that I have joined hands with words over the years, burning smoke and boiling words makes life like a hedge for picking chrysanthemum, but I absolutely dare say that my heart is like a spray, happy with its own happiness and chasing its own pursuit.. Yes, the sound from the paper makes me willing to dump life and pay all of it, whether it be energy or physical strength or intelligence. Especially the extensive and profound Chinese culture, the eight classics of Tang and Song Dynasties alone are enough to make me be elated and dance lightly.! The words of Zeng Di – sheng and Wang Yang – ming, two great Confucians, can be said to be words of pearls and pearls, with wonderful strokes and flowers. With such words hand in hand, the heart is not as good as the waves. What else can it be! It is better to die with patience than to live for profit, and to integrate knowledge with practice.. It is a blessing for life to read such words. What is more worth mentioning is the words of Mr. nan huaijin, the master of Chinese studies, who is the matchmaker of Wang Gu’s talks, whether it be hundred schools of thought or history or traditional culture, in his works, such as a wisp of clear spring, which is clear to the bottom.! With such words hand in hand, how can you not make the heart like waves, high and low!     Some people say that words are like people or words are like people, whether they belong to words or words, one thing is clear in my heart, that is, to join hands with words and feel like waves. Yes, according to the experience or feeling of hand-in-hand with words over the years, the really good words, like music epic, make life can’t help singing, like talking, make life in an orderly and leisurely manner..     Yes, everything is floating clouds and dust, especially material, fame and position. When life hand in hand with words, my wish is to make a spray and move towards the other shore. I still know that to be a spray in the waters is not just as simple, not to be held hostage and not to be submerged. Besides sticking to oneself, I still have the determination and calm to die with patience rather than to live for profit.. Only in this way can the waves of life like holy reed flocs raise their haughty heads and look out into the distance!


[ Guide ]: At present, everyone’s mind is very empty. Why can’t we stop and look at those people who fish safely and give their mind a holiday?? That’s the consolation of being responsible for yourself!   Work overtime on weekends, very at leisure. Boring, a person walks to the balcony of the company, lights a cigarette and enjoys a slightly refreshing cold wind next fall..     To tell the truth, I didn’t like this town for a while, because in my opinion, people in this area use money to measure everything. I am eager to go back to my place . Ah, today, on a sunny afternoon, groups of people fishing on a small river gave me an unspeakable feeling.. All of a sudden, I envy them very much, and suddenly I have a strange feeling about this town..     In today’s society, the pace of life is in a hurry. Everyone will not stop, for the sake of livelihood, for enjoyment, for everything he wants to have, but maybe so, they have also lost the most wonderful enjoyment in life..     I have always imagined that I can lie comfortably on a cane chair, make a cup of tea, take a newspaper, and enjoy the ease that young people have never experienced in the afternoon sunshine when I grow old.. Maybe it’s the cause of character. I don’t like to compete. I like to be quiet alone or make a phone call with friends I haven’t seen for a long time … ah, we live in a so-called fast food culture, and everything is aimed at interests, so our hearts gradually become numb. everyone will always hang up with himself first and fight for what is beneficial to them, and those who can’t bring benefits to themselves will float past.!     In fact, now we, everyone’s heart, is very empty. Why can’t we stop and look at those people who fish safely and give their hearts a holiday?? That’s the consolation of being responsible for yourself!     A friend said to me this: I am very tired of my present job, but I can’t resign for a reason. This is what we used to joke about.’ People are in the Jianghu, but they can’t help themselves’.!     Now that I think about it, there are some reasons. In society, perhaps some people have nothing to do with money, as I now think, but for the sake of livelihood, they have to integrate into the fast-paced life..     What we need to do is very simple. Take a little time to enjoy the feeling of the wind, enjoy the warm sunshine, enjoy a cup of tea and read a newspaper that has nothing to do with work … Ah, life, if it is connected with laughter, give yourself a priority mood!![ Responsibility Editor: Men’s Tree ]


In fact, nothing to do is more boring and empty. The choice of what kind of job is sometimes not what you want, but what you need for your life. Daring to choose it is another matter. Don’t let the bland life indulge your talents.   Life itself is like the tender water, colorless, tasteless, flat and light, clear and pure. When we mix our feelings into the water, the water becomes mixed and life becomes complicated. When more and more feelings are involved, water becomes more and more mixed and life becomes more and more complicated. In the face of prosperity and bustle, in the face of material desire and power desire, in the face of cynicism, who can have a soft and pure heart?? Greed, selfishness and mischievous thoughts make people lose themselves in strange neon lights.     When colorful dreams break up, it is time to return to real life. There is no absolute definition of what is success and what is failure.. Those who have a successful career do not necessarily live happily, and those who have no career do not necessarily live unhappily.. Reality is always cruel, full of lies and betrayals, but also full of competition. Many people always like to believe that lies and betrayals are false, when lies and betrayals are true after all. Always like competition is fair, when competition is fair, no one can say for sure.     Why, ask yourself too much why, why is our life always full of lies, betrayals, hypocrisy, unfair competition, boredom, interests and desires for power?? Too many, too many why. Why, too many why, is this the way of life? Listen, recall, review yourself and write your troubles on the beach. Listen quietly to the voice of nature, silently recall your past happiness and troubles, earnestly review your gain and loss mentality, and then write your troubles on the soft beach so that the sea can wash them away. ‘ All things are created in the heart.” We are lost and lost because our hearts are filled with worldly thoughts, no clear heart, no meditation at all. We can’t understand what we are doing and what we want. In a material society, it is impossible to ask for nothing but to lose yourself in the process of seeking it..     Zen poetry says, ” Put green seedlings in the fields with your hands, lower your head and see the sky rising, with peace of mind and body as the way, and retrogression turned out to be” peace of mind as the way, no desire as the way, no desire as the way, no desire as the calm, and peace of mind as the way. ”.     When I hope, I always think about one thing or another. Think before, think now, too. In the counter-current life, the search for the ultimate is only a cycle. It is a mistake to regard hope as fantasy in my mind. I have had a lot of hope or an arrogant thought, all of which died in the struggle of my mind.. In fact, each of us should firmly control our dreams, not hesitate. Hope is the beginning of success.     ‘ A person’s achievements in life will not exceed what he thinks.” This is a very general truth. A person who does not even dare to think about his own future is far from achieving anything. The reason for mediocrity is that there is no thought. Try to think, that is afraid of fantasy. After full consideration, I believe that Fu Zhu’s action will achieve twice the result with half the effort.. Action can only take the shortest path to success under the guidance of correct thinking. I have thought about many problems, some of which have come true and some of which have been illusory. What I couldn’t think of was never just looking at its back and walking away. The birth of many great things in reality was conceived in thinking, so positive thinking and serious thinking.     In fact, nothing to do is more boring and empty. The choice of what kind of job is sometimes not what you want, but what you need for your life. Daring to choose it is another matter. Don’t let the bland life indulge your talents. Choosing a career may not be stable, or may be in danger of starvation, but one cannot retreat because of fear.. Giving up the choice is tantamount to giving up the opportunity to pursue.     Faith is a kind of faith in your heart, lighting up the lamp of your heart. When you are confused and confused, faith will guide you out of the confusion and confusion and go forward bravely.. Faith is the beacon of life. When you drive in the boundless sea, faith points out the direction for you to move forward.. Faith is a spiritual force that will always inspire you to never slacken off. Ask the world, do you have any worries, there must be; Do you have a goal? There must be one. There are only near and far points. Do you have any faith, then you don’t have to. If not, please establish it quickly. Without faith, you will be confused, you will be lost, and you will be lost in the complexity..[ Responsibility Editor: Yi Er[ Original ]


Tomorrow, my son will officially enter the park. Recently, he often said that he would eat dumplings. Today, at noon, as he wishes..     Slightly dusty, the lingering boredom came into the house, only to see him and his mother busy and happy in the kitchen. He stood high on the board, touching all hands to knead dough, shouting at me and excitedly reporting on his creation.. I quickly washed my hands and answered. Flushing water flowed briskly between my fingers, looking back at this clean hall and listening to the laughter from the kitchen. When I walked over, I saw that my son had already wrapped up more than 20 pieces. He asked me to count how many pieces he had already made. I said, how good do you remember yourself? That’s too much; I can’t remember, too much! I still have ten minutes to broadcast the news, so I quickly grabbed a handful of coriander from the plastic bag, cooked it and let my wife taste it. I’ll do the rest of the work..     At this time, if my mother knew about the situation of cooking in our family and heard our jokes, she would stand behind us calmly or quietly push the door and sit on a wide sofa in the living room and then gently touch her grandchild’s forehead or cheeks.. That is how fascinating the behavior, to be pleased with the smile? My wife knew the happiness of the family and could not see that I had swept away the dust outside. She just smiled and watched us eat, pushing dumplings in front of us, whispering to her son from time to time, and then whispering to me as if whispering among three close friends under the eaves of rain or hot sun.. The son ate a dozen dumplings, lifted his clothes and patted his belly, then jumped into his bedroom and looked at the bulge of his belly in the mirror.. As soon as I changed my old urge on him to eat, I was afraid that he would break his intestines and stomach and advised him to eat less and eat more when he added meals..     I have become vague. When I sit in front of the panel and crush the dough, whether the four members of our family sit together is a meeting every year when my mother comes back to her family. They are women, laughing and wrapping dumplings in their hands. The whole plate of dumplings, graceful and beehive – like, fell into the steaming pot in batches, from sinking to floating, rolling through the river and swimming in the sea under the impetus of the iron spoon.. Folklore seems foolish and wise, and has remained unchanged for thousands of years..     When I was young, I didn’t think dumplings were delicious, but I thought there was too much trouble from preparation to production and then to other things.. Every time my mother worked enthusiastically, she got my complaints. It was not until the years of flooding, the complicated and complicated instructions of things, the mother’s grief passed away, and she had to enjoy the happiness of the family, that she gradually understood the flavor of eating dumplings at the festival, and gradually realized that the taste of family affection and reunion was completely mixed in the bowl of dough and gathered in the sticky and inclusive skin of a page..     The dead are dead, so do more work for the living and give more energy. When a member of the family, who wants to eat dumplings, we can squeeze out time. We might as well have a game version of the big fight, scoop up the water of the source of life, add five flavors to the basin to blend, nourish it with the mixture of plants and animals, ignite the seven-color fire from the sun, and make the unique Chinese delicacies and auspicious life.. The essence of nutrition, hidden and hidden, has a long history.     The wife fished out the dumplings from the hot pot, only to find a rotten one. She sighed and said, Alas, the skin is too thin to be wrapped. But the son of the food watcher next to the record, flashing his raven eyes, said, ” Mom, it’s dumplings too comfortable, it laughs.”.


Yesterday, I brushed my microblog and saw a report that a newspaper officially closed its publication in 2016. The report said that it would continue to serve the public through the internet media in the future because of the impact of digital media and media and the decline of paper media.. Raised his head to think about it, seems to be the case, how long has it not been since he bought a newspaper at the newsstand? How long has it been since I booked a newspaper? It’s been a long time, hasn’t it. Remember when I was a child, at the beginning of each year, my father would go to the post office to get back a large stack of orders. I took a pencil and searched my favorite newspapers and periodicals one by one. I was so excited that I scratched a lot of them. I was frightened by my father and repeatedly exclaimed how much it would cost.. However, my father believed in the value of money and priceless knowledge, so he connived at me and helped me subscribe to my favorite newspaper. I subscribe most often to the regulations of the monthly magazine of story composition and the draft of the juvenile literature and history newspaper, as well as to the regulations of scientific exploration and so on.. Then I calculated and looked forward to the day when the newspapers and periodicals were delivered. I picked up the newspapers and periodicals and put them in front of my nose, smelling greedily. I was particularly intoxicated with the fragrance of the ink and the wonderful taste.. After school holidays, I was holding books and newspapers and leafing through pages. I especially liked to make the’ wow’ and’ wow’ sounds when I turned pages, indicating that I finished reading another page and reaped another page.. Father is a man who loves books and cherishes books. He will compile the annual publications and newspapers together with lines, stick them on the sides with brown paper, and make notes and marks. He looks like a thick book that can be stored for later searching and reading.. In this way, my family kept a thick stack of books and newspapers, heavy. I also often go to the bookstall on the street corner and stand in front of all kinds of magazines, books and newspapers. The colorful world I see in front of my eyes. These books and newspapers are my only girl’s good friends, so that I can indulge in the world of knowledge, forget loneliness, forget loneliness, and accompany my whole childhood and school days.. Later, I insisted on subscribing to the regulations of participating in the story meeting for ten years and participating in the youth digest regulations for fifteen years, ordering books and reading books became a habit of following closely. I wash up every night, change my pajamas, lean against the head of a bed, light up a bedside lamp, indulge in the myriad worlds in the pages, taste hundreds of thousands of flavors, and then savor all kinds of stories and fall asleep.. That night was beautiful and peaceful. My initial job was in a state-owned enterprise, and most of the company were old uncles and aunts who were nearly retired.. What they look forward to most every day is the moment when the chief of staff delivers the newspaper. I remember the director was an old Shanghai aunt, with short hair, black hairband, black gold-rimmed glasses frame and small eyes, but never without sharp eyes.. Every time she stood at the end of the corridor, shouting, ” Here comes the newspaper.”! Colleagues in various offices started to move and stood at their respective gates, craning their necks to look forward to the director’s figure. The director will step up the newspaper from office to office. After that, voices will be quiet in the corridor, and the sound of ” going” and ” turning the newspaper” will be heard everywhere. People will be intoxicated with all kinds of reports like hunger and thirst.. You always read the newspaper across from me, so you have to be prepared. He will make a cup of good tea first, put it at the table, then sit quietly, rub his hands, stroke a few locks of fine hair in front of his forehead, straighten his body, then seriously spread out the newspaper on the table, turn up page by page, end up his teacup from time to time, and empty his mouth.. Looking at him, you can’t help wondering if there is any Yan Ruyu or golden house in his book and newspaper world? The attitude of Xiao Li’s teacher next to me to read the newspaper is completely different. He always stands at the table, picks up the newspaper, quickly leafs through the newspapers, mumbles about some eye-catching titles, then turns them over, throws them aside and complains about’ boring, boring, dead’ and so on. I understand that, for him, what he pursues is not the content of the newspaper, but the process of reading it. When colleagues who go out to handle affairs come back, they will also clamor for the latest newspaper and can’t wait to read it. At that time, the Internet was just beginning to develop and the office could use 163 dials to access the Internet.. Young colleagues learned to browse information online and gradually lost interest in newspapers. While the old colleagues came over to look at the computer, they shook their heads, took off their reading glasses and said’ so small a word and so much information. They looked too tired. It would be better to read the newspaper quietly.. ‘ gradually accustomed to using the internet, reading newspapers has become an entertainment activity, watching jokes, telling gossip and so on. However, newspapers also have an important purpose, which is to find classified information. At that time, there were no 58 cities and no fair network. We wanted to rent houses, rent shops, recruit and so on, all through newspapers.. So I lie prone on the special information issue every day, carefully study the information of the small case and small case, draw with a pen, and choose the fate of myself and others.. Later, with mobile phones and smart phones, the world is so big that it is still on the screen of mobile phones, so most of us are still low – headed, but we are no longer looking down at newspapers but playing with mobile phones.. No more newspapers, no more magazines, no more bookstores. There are many more workers in the streets who distribute advertising newspapers, all of which are about health care, medical treatment and sales advertisements. Some old aunts will collect the newspapers and take them home to pave the bedding, while most of them will be discarded on the ground, trampled, rolled up by the wind, lifted up and swept away by the big broom of the cleaners.. I have already changed my job, no one will subscribe to newspapers in the office, and I have gradually forgotten the feeling of reading newspapers.. After moving, only to find that there is a library downstairs. So I took the time to accompany my parents to visit the library.. When I entered the reading room of books and newspapers, I saw several rows of tall bookshelves and newspaper racks. In the quiet reading room, many old people sit at the table reading books and newspapers. I heard the familiar clatter again. I carefully looked at the faces of newspapers at every table in walk on by. Some of them were serious, some pointed at them line by line with their fingers, some read them in a low voice, and some transcribed something in their notebooks.. I have a feeling of crossing, a feeling of moving back to the past. That long-lost time actually made me feel like crying. A word eye appeared in my mind, called ” Time is slow” and another word eye called ” Time is quiet and good.”. We live in an era of high rhythm and rapid pace. We have experienced ever-changing times and life. We gradually forget the past life, the so-called ” people are not things.”. However, we must also admit that it is a pity to forget some things. Let me ask you, friend, did you read the newspaper today? Have you read? Friend, how long have you not read the newspaper? Friends, if you are free, you might as well find a corner, read the newspaper and read the book! I believe that that kind of ink book fragrance will certainly touch you!


The night was so quiet, the sky was drizzling with rain, as if to express my grief for my father, and the night wind also played a plaintive melody, as if to engrave deeper traces of my father’s thoughts in my heart…….     Dad, do you remember? You have been away for a whole year. How have you been through this year? Is everything all right with you? Time is passing by, but my daughter’s feeling of missing you is not only decreasing, but increasing day by day.. You left your grief to your daughter, and you also left countless memories to her daughter, who remembers in her heartache, grieves in her memory, cries in her heartache, and cries more heartache in her cry.. Looking at your photos every day as if you were right in front of your eyes, your daughter holds your warm hand and cuddles up beside you, listening to you singing to participate in the dongfanghong bill, listening to you telling the story of the battle, her daughter enjoying her father’s love, we are happy and we are happy.. Her daughter’s eyes glistened with tears….. But reality really shattered her daughter’s dream. Now dad is far away from us. It is only in her dream that she meets each other. Tears flow in her eyes, but blood flows in her heart..     When my father and daughter miss you, tears can’t stop, even crying, and the sound of my daughter missing you reverberates in my heart for a long time.. In winter when snowflakes are flying, my daughter looks at the sky, and the window of her heart is veiled with sadness, hoping that she can turn into a white snowflake and spread it to you, brushing away a trace of dust for you and moistening your cheeks.. When spring comes, my daughter hopes to turn into a wisp of spring breeze, invite another butterfly to sing softly for you, and then offer dancing. In the hot summer, my daughter hopes to turn into a white cloud under the blue sky to shield you from ultraviolet rays. In the golden autumn, my daughter hopes to turn the fruit of immortality into wine with her heart, so that you will be healthy and live longer than Nanshan.     Dad’s daughter knows how lonely she is, how lonely she is, and she is not afraid. whenever sunrise rises, the lark on the branch is my daughter. she is chatting with you and singing the father’s rules for you. whenever the night comes, she will shake the moon boat and invite stars to light the lights for you, or chat with you and play hide-and-seek with you..     Dad, the daughter thinks about you, thinks about you, and thinks you don’t want to extricate yourself, just wants to let this heart-breaking and heart-splitting pain like the tide of waves submerge her deeply. Dad, the daughter thinks about you, thinks about you, thinks you still have to cry, and lets her miss you deeply with her deep love for you.. Daughter asks you to promise one thing. While you take care of yourself, you must bless your mother’s health and longevity and spend decades with your children..     Dad, although you are too far away from your daughter, she will miss you all the time and will care for you forever.. If there is an afterlife, I will still be your good daughter, and she also believes that there is an afterlife.


Occasionally, I turned up my diary and saw the mood I wrote down. I always couldn’t find any memories.. The truth that has been forgotten dies in silence and has to be cherished in the next life.     The step forward is dusk, and the step back is life, floating and heavy, and waking up like a dream. The years left quietly, the wind and frost covered the smiling face, and the habit was to be waited for and put oneself behind the humble position.. Take care of yourself on the way after parting. When frost and snow float, I hope that the flowers will also be brilliant red. Why should I be afraid of smoke and rain on the way?. On the dusty day, I had pain and tears, took away a fishing fire, left an old ticket, and repeated the long-lost clouds and smoke..     What I want in my life, how many autumn I have searched for, I often decide to give up and have it, and I can never see it clearly in my confusion.. When the sun no longer rises, when the mountain peaks have no edges and corners, do you like me to wander in the cross street once and again in a daze?? Who shares my general thoughts? Braid the fantasy in your heart. Confused heart, whether still can have again? I am not afraid of ups and downs, but I beg to be drunk together in this world of mortals..     At first, I was casual and a little warm, but now I can see clearly and I am no longer sleepy.. Life is only a matter of investigation in the wind. I don’t want to stay alone. It’s hard to come and go. It’s hard to get together. Suddenly I look back again. This month is like that year. I was drunk with the cool breeze for a thousand years.. Don’t say how changeable the water is, how doomed it is to gather and disperse, and how it is only in a dream to meet each other.. Life can’t see clearly, but hope for eternity, the most romantic thing, with life slowly getting older.


Today is my birthday and Christmas peace day. Jesus really loved himself so much that he gave himself this day of peace, happiness and peace. That’s why I prayed silently to God every time the Christmas bell rang. I always hope to walk out of the scenery all the way along the way in life, surging to the deepest touch and flowing out the most beautiful melody in the years..     However, with the passage of time, another year was inadvertently added, and the ring of life also drew a circle quietly. Years long gone, seasons singing together, I have reaped happiness and also experienced sadness and sorrow, how can those sad and joyful memories be forgotten, how can those stories of spring flowers and autumn moon be forgotten, happiness and sadness are my feet, from young and innocent childhood to youth interwoven with bitterness and joy, and then to calm like autumn mountains, looking back on that journey, I left footprints one after another, the footprints of happiness became deeper, the footprints of sadness became shallower, leaving more touching, warmth and happiness..     Early in the morning, the window was opened, and the sunshine added a touch of color to the original good mood. The blue sky was flowing with cool clouds, and several white doves flashed through the eyes … Ah, I seem to see Jesus’ love and clever life, with a grateful heart, thanking the sun, thanking life, thanking all the people around me, including those who know and don’t know, for the value of my living existence and my colorful life..     In my world, there are beautiful dreams and hopes, loneliness of struggle, loneliness of growth, and hardship of life, just like my surging effort rushing on the riverbed of time. I have dreamed of being laughed at, lost, waiting and frustrated, but all the prized gains and losses, gratitude and grudges and grievances will fall into fallen leaves with the wind and become a living thing of passing the eye and passing the clouds and flowing water to the east.. Perhaps, after grinding again and again, life will make oneself know more about the true meaning of life and the meaning of living. After night comes the glow of dawn and after winter comes the bright spring.     From an early age, like words became a part of my life, like hanging bottles hanging over my life, reading my life bit by bit, nourishing my emotions and saving my pale worldly life. It constantly spread, infiltrated and overflowed my blood vessels.. Although words can’t pull back the lost direction, they can heal their own ends through words.. Therefore, I always want to search for the source of the sound of music through words, find the source of good feelings, constantly comfort and pity the weakness of human nature with words, constantly pick up those displaced souls by writing, present the humble years in front of me, lift all the love in the world over my head, and let myself feel the tension and warmth of life.. I think, in the future and on the journey of life, along with those lost time, my pen will always flow with sincerity to love and sex, and I will be a person full of emotion and blood in life, projecting exquisite pictures from the bottom of my heart..     All the way along, feeling all the way, although ying zi is not the same as the old Zhuo Yao, the appearance is not as vivid as yesterday, but what remains unchanged is the faith inscribed on the chest hall, and what does not regret is the youth that once shed sweat.. Because I know that human life is a process of asceticism and a drama of ups and downs. At the end of the road to life’s hope, we can find a kind of wisdom, see the lighthouse of the Holy Spirit, and understand the essence of human nature, so that every soul can be purified and comforted, full of joy and happiness of life.. Yes, ah! When I came to this world from the transmigration of life, I was destined to start a deep-rooted thinking and a vow to fight for my dream. The dance from life is wonderful and infinite, and the body born never stops..     Although the steps ahead are heavy and solemn and stirring, I firmly believe that the road I have travelled must be the most beautiful! My figure is drifting away!


I have been to the grasslands and seen endless grass. Swimming in the green ocean, I am full of energy and pleasure. I want to swim like this all my life and let the fragrant grass surround me tightly and even drown me.. However, I still came out from the vast grassland and melted into the world of mortals and the secular world in a city lacking grass flavor, making a restless heart point to the direction of grass spitting green..     In fact, I prefer grass in my hometown, scattered and scattered, or small plots of land distributed along ditches and wasteland.. From my childhood in the countryside, I was close to the soul of grass. I looked at them humbly stretching out their delicate bodies from the earth, and I was awed.. As a teenager, I carried a sickle and a wicker basket and went outside the village to cut pig grass. It was summer or autumn, and grass grew lonely in Yuan Ye. I waved a sickle, and I heard grass singing happily. But I prefer to come to the wild in the morning and break many glittering and translucent dewdrops. I want to know if the drops hanging on the grass are transparent notes after note? I don’t understand why they are so humble and small, but why are they so calm and calm?? In the wilderness, in all the barren land where there are many cracks, take a good look at how happy and healthy the grass is.! They dance in the wind, dance in the rain, and stretch their flexible life tirelessly. Even if they are burned, they will have time to spare. Next spring, their roots will still have a thick green color..     For many years, I have alienated the grass in my old garden. In the city’s bright red wine, my heart has gradually hardened. I know that my heart is deserting day after day until the sharp sand grains engulf my last ray of green flame.. I don’t want to see such a desolate ending. How I want to go back to the middle of the grassland, to the fragrant dewdrop – laden grass with tender green. I lie on the quiet and moist grass, close my eyes and dream a warm green dream.. I will let grass enter my desolate heart and grow freely there. Only in this way can I feel soft and loving in my heart. Will pity and sympathize with all the life in the world.     I also want to say, among all sentient beings, who is not a poetic and humble grass? Because of growth, because of singing, because of forbearance, because of dedication, we have every reason to be noble. Therefore, I must arrive at my hometown one summer and have a long-lost date with Caoer in a garden like a wash.. I lay in the middle of the grass, listening to their whispering, or watching their passionate dance when the wind blows. I know that grass is my former life and future life, and I have no reason to refuse them. 820 words


Wasteland can’t say, all the green is still green. If, can find the spring photos, compared with the current green, there is no ambiguity. These days, the weather is like early spring, with continuous rain, falling and cold feeling beginning to spread, and the curtain of the porch window seems to be moving to send the autumn cool in the oblique wind into the roller shutter’s hope.. Living in the posthouse, the lamplight of the promenade, wrote a note of nostalgia. Helpless, the swan goose injured its wings. Hesitate, listen to the cold shiver of the leaves in the rain.   Maybe it was the spring of August! The decline, though not to say, cannot be said to have no such tendency.   In fact, different moods have different scenery. A kind of leisure, there is a kind of scenery with it.   In the haze, the waverers, under the eaves, suffer from the erosion of the wind. The sunshine in the vision seems to be engulfed by a black hole. The tiny stars have become the rudiments of rain, and then fall apart with autumn.   Cold, mountain forests and red maple leaves present the last festival of life to the people of Leshan and Leshui.   Go, go. Vanity is gone. The fat days began to lose weight.   The sign of high peak does not seem to indicate the real direction. Those who came to the world and went to the party here did not respond to anyone.. Doubt each other, guess, watch out for each other. Only one to the north, empty. In my heart, I hid daggers from each other. Fortunately, the haze blocked my eyes.   Ping Ye Momo, a plate of sunflowers, lost its expression as bright as it should be because of the dark weather and was at a loss to do anything about it.. This is also good, at least some spare time to treat’ sprain’.   The abyss is bottomless, and Long Yin is here. His eyes closed and he allowed the snake lizard to perform.   Sparse umbrella, moving in the pattering rain. Muddy, in a metaphorical way, persuades struggling steps.   The decayed, fuzzy, rain-soaked and clear-cut show the vicissitudes of life, and the cicada slough’s dandruff also shows the ancient meaning of exhaustion..   Mang disorderly eyes stopped blinking in the field where there was no luster to reply.   Blind staff, with their pointed shoes, knocked on the ground constantly, with grass as weft and grass as warp, netting its shadow. Occasionally, a worm’s chirp and a breeze can wipe out its footprints.   Deviating from the dynamic balance, if so, the festivities began to end. The lingering sound is just a thin vine, and the falling light and shade is slowly languishing..   The moon of the abandoned well has lost its appearance, and only one side of the dark depression has sealed up the past bright and rotten photos.. The pattern on the edge of a frame of decay recorded the original.   Moss like a dumb purple lip, endure the unbearable disease miasma.   Cough of residual Fu wrapped in a wound disease.   Where’s the graceful demeanour hanging on the swing? The net of autumn closes the smile written on the cover of youth.   The withering defeat has collected the dust from the sun and the moon, and what meaning will it express in its crumbling branches and parasitic thatch?? Yu Si, a crow aphasia, its pecking day.   I don’t know where the grave robbers came from and dug deep into the plot. Scattered stories, like pestilence, began to approach the living.   Fossil, wake up, panic when the disaster comes, explosion erupts in general. Revival of the eyes, transparent space-time barrier. However, its clear meaning penetrates the reality. If it stands with a pillar, it will be the most beautiful tomb inscription of the end of the day.  The stagnant words and unfinished actions have inherited the original style and are continuing the original.   What kind of reincarnation is this? Not complete repetition, instead of human will. Today’s chariot, the tunnel running through time, will not only hear the thud and scatter the flight feathers, but also what else will it be? Who’s the downfall of the dead money – like fallen leaves?   For some reason, those who want to sing with their necks could not make a sound at all.. Its long shadow was disturbed by chaos.   Who can resist the coming darkness!   Who is the prophet? No one is a prophet! Not a bold prophet, standing in deep darkness. The darkness gave him a silk dress. However, he is convinced that the deepest darkness is nearest to the bright light!