A game, a dream

We walked in the big world, leaving indelible footprints on the mountains, mountains, rivers and waters all the way. The heart of the wind and dust was covered with snow, rain and wind and frost. It turned out that we had nowhere to escape from such an empty world. We could not find a wall with no wind to resist the erosion of time, and the wounds were engraved in the depths of our hearts. We are all unruly children, and a determination is indestructible. Since we have come to the world, we must write down the chapter book Life to beauty. I don’t want to be unprecedented or extravagant. I just want to write a story like water in the time of circulation. This heart is enough, because there is me and you. ———- Inscription night, not coming, the surrounding is filled with cold and penetrating cold. Sitting alone by the window, turning on the light, holding a cup of hot tea with light smoke in hand, swallowed the heat of the mouth, and reached the bottom of my heart all the time, not for the dry lips, just to melt the winter hidden in my heart. Every time in such a quiet time, loneliness is always uninvited, encircling the chaotic night, and then occupying the commanding heights of the soul. When the unrestrained music kept falling back to my ears, the rhythm of ups and downs also touched the heartstrings and touched an inch of short long thoughts. Therefore, you can’t help passing through your mind again and again like a glimpse of light. You will get into your heart from the gap of memory and let the lonely sea roll up the waves again, those layers are still happy injuries. Outside the closed window, you have gone far away. With those old days of losing, you have traveled step by step and disappeared into the vague past. Maybe fate has already been doomed. Our story is just a paragraph with no flowers and fruits, but a meeting with the missed Pingshui, it’s just that the beauty of the rich sight of the mountain and water along the road is used to too many parts in the world. A scene of flowers bloom into paintings and a scene of flowers fall to weave scenery. However, during the journey of love between you and me, when we draw the next sentence at the time of separation, we can’t walk out of a leisurely pace and bear the heaviest burden. After all, we can’t afford to let go, A trade-off makes people so embarrassed and so difficult. Maybe the city of love has no way out. In that most beautiful time, you walked through my time, and I sent you all the way with a smile. The closeness between heart and heart only makes the four seasons warm like spring, affection and love dependent and dreamy obsession. Once we fly with all our strength, we will fall in love with the romantic blue sky. Fortunately, I lost my life. Can’t stand the wind and rain of a night, love has been fragmented and scattered all over the ground, and the injuries aroused are like flying flowers in the mud Fender. The dream woke up, you walked firmly like iron, we ended up in the ebb and flow, a game made a dream. Those footprints before and after the moon are doomed to not be able to dance a life that is desolate and old. I had known that a fearless effort would form bitter and sour fruits in the golden season. Then, why should we care so much about the bleak autumn wind shaking it down? In the vast sea of people, no one will be whose forever, but he cannot escape the fate that is only a passer-by and destined for nothing. Perhaps, our deep true feelings will never grow old. The old ones are only the years on our heads; The blood in our chest will never freeze, and the cold ones are only the promises we made lightly. The ship board of Time is wobbling, and it can’t carry too much trauma in life. When everything was calm and calm, a moving heart gradually returned to the original silence, leaving only the thick and colorful fragments remaining in the dream and being read repeatedly, the scattered fragments cannot piece together the complete fairy tale of love. The love between you and me comes in a hurry and goes in a hurry. Like the menacing bonfire in the long lonely years, the bright and hot light also warm our cold and silent hearts from time to time. Those passages that can’t be repeated, weave our not only glorious people, but also romantic and abundant life. Although leaving many regrets, which makes people sigh, it is enough for us to carefully reflect and miss our whole life.

Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) Phoenix mountain spring outing

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

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Linjia Lane

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The confusion of summer night

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Looking back, are you still there

Many years later, it was still the station and the crowds coming and going. I still stood in that position, but I was not accompanied by you. At the beginning, what I left was so safe and determined that I didn’t listen to anyone’s retention and persuasion and yearned for the colorful world outside. However, when I came to a strange city, the reality gave me a slap in the face, at the moment when I was homeless on the street for countless times, my tears and dignity disappeared. I began to miss you, miss home, and think of the city where I grew up, I thought about the beauty I had given up, and I wanted to cry again and again, because there was no one in the box of that big city who could calm down and listen to my home town story, no one cares about my thoughts. No one will ask me if I am homesick. What everyone cares about is whether you have money, where you work, and what degree you have. I began to become indifferent and indifferent, I began to use alcohol to kill my rest time, because only when I was drunk can I have the confidence to survive the loneliness that is the most difficult to survive. Finally, one day, I walked into the rental house scarred. Outside was the landlord knocking at the door quickly. Listening to the beating sound, I seemed to be crazy and depressed myself desperately, is such a big city really not a place for myself? I began to pack my luggage and set foot on my way home. I don’t know how to face the inquiries from my hometown, if someone asks me how I live outside? How can I answer calmly? If I say that I have a bad life, will someone laugh at me and say that as long as I leave here, I will definitely live better, what kind of mood do I have to go back now? Because I said I would live a better life, my parents held back tears and forced me to the train to complete my dream, because I said I would live a better life, dear, he said goodbye to me at the station with tears streaming down his face. My life is very bad now. Should I go back to find them? Will they welcome a loser home? Walking in the streets of my hometown, looking at the past neighbors, looking at those simple smiling faces, I am a little confused. Why do others have so easily the happiness and happiness they want to pursue for so many years. I came across a childhood playmate holding a boy over two years old. I summoned up the courage to come forward and say hello. I learned that she had been married for four years, and why did they dare to get married if she had no room, car or deposit, why are they not like those people in big cities saying: there is no chance to pursue happiness without money. Is that right? Is it? I kept offering discounts to others along the way. Along the way, the more I walked, the harder my head was. It seemed that I was more afraid of meeting more acquaintances, knight is afraid of meeting a person who wants to see and dare not see. Does that person live well? I am afraid that Yogueta will lead my wife and children to appear in front of me. How can I face it? How can I introduce myself and say that I used to live a better life in big cities, abandoned the first love that I had vowed to be together forever. The more I thought about it, the more sad I felt. I simply bowed my head and walked home quickly. I didn’t think what would happen when I came home. Back home, I still have to live, work, face everything I don’t want to face, pursue those dream things, and return to the cruel reality. I began to think and reflect. Can’t I achieve something if I stay in my hometown? Can’t I be happy if I stay in my hometown with him who is honest and honest? What did I get from my trauma after all these years of climbing and beating outside? The happiness I want is so simple. Why have I paid so much and it is so difficult to have it? Is it because I miss too much? I don’t know. I don’t know whether it is useful to regret now. I began to believe the words that the teacher said when I was in school: sometimes what you are looking for is actually by your side, it’s just that you didn’t find it, and you didn’t know it was what you always wanted until it was taken away by others, but it no longer belongs to you. Lying on my little bed, smelling sunny scent on the quilt, my mood was very steady. I was asking God, if I were given another chance, I would not choose to leave, I would wait in place again, I would not be confused, I will face it soberly. If I can go back to the past, if I turn back, will you wait for me again?

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…