When the oil is exhausted and the light is dry

Looking from a distance, a line of deep footprints stretched under my feet, winding. Grassland changed its appearance under my footprints, desert, sand still flowing under my footprints, mountains quietly dormant under my footprints, only that river is still flowing ruthlessly with time. On my way. I vaguely saw a ragged child picking up rags in the garbage dump. My eyes are dull and I don’t have the joy and dreams of childhood. Is that me? I vaguely saw a 14-year-old child struggling to dig a rat hole in the open field to compete with mice for food. He carried water, collected firewood, picked up coal cinder and did physical work with adults. He helped his mother support a family of eight with his immature shoulders. Was that me? I vaguely saw that a young man was far away from his hometown. He lived on a river on the grassland for more than half a year. He had a green hair and a beard over his mouth. He went to the sunrise and came back on the Sunset. The mission of everyone and little family was heavily pressed on his shoulder. He was like an old scalper on the grassland, pulling an old Lehrer, it carries lonely and desperate souls. It was the old mother’s milk tea and exhortation on the grassland that saved his hope. It was the kind prairie girl who comforted his dying soul. Was that me? I vaguely saw that he picked the light to read at night, worked hard and tried to find his lost wisdom and strength. The night came and the moon was gone, and the Dawn did not know. However, people of the same age with him have already rushed on the shortcut driven by full knowledge. He lost too much, too much, and now his efforts are too late! So, he admitted in disappointment, is that me? I also clearly saw that in the winding footprints, it was soaked with sweat, hardship, loneliness, loneliness, tears and even bright red blood, on the land of life, it is very deep and deep. Looking back, I picked myself up. When I opened my luggage, there was only a wisp of breeze and a few white hairs, and a song in autumn. The melody was lonely and desolate, the others have nothing left. The long and tortuous footprints are my only harvest. Dusk is gone, night is falling, and my lamp of life has run out of oil. I really don’t know if I can walk through this thick night. I looked at the night, figured out my little emotion and courage, and my eyes were cloudy and pale. Just when I was at a loss, she came, like the breeze in spring and the charcoal fire in winter. She gently filled my old lamp with fresh fuel, and gave me great comfort and encouragement. The Bean light was a little big, which rekindled and burst out beautiful lights. That is not a cup of oil! But a fresh blood poured into my blood vessels, which made me energetic and youthful again. Is this God works? Since then, I have new hopes, new hopes and beautiful dreams. Don’t be too much. If time will go back, I just need to live another ten years. She will hold hands with her and walk into the sunset. When I packed up my clothes and set foot on the journey again, I knew deeply that there were still mud, bumps and thorns on the road ahead, but I would continue to walk with a new attitude. On the road, there won’t be a single line of footprints, but two lines of footprints in parallel, because her spirit is accompanying me.

Zan (prose editor: prose online) 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…

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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…

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The fairy tale of that summer, whose fleeting time

Every girl used to be an angel without tears. When she met her beloved boy, she had tears. Angels shed tears and fall into the world. So every boy can’t live up to his girl. Because she once gave up the whole heaven for you! — Inscription (Wen, Sakura cold water) summer comes quietly with the footsteps of spring. Night, silence is like Lan. The wind gently pushed away the small window, playing the purple wind chime mischievously. In front of the window, her fingers were flying, and a drop of the big bright tear hung in the corner of her eyes. She is writing, writing a fairy tale about summer. However, the fairy tale that belongs to her, about her, has already been gradually mottled and blurred in the fragrance of her years. In that beautiful and dreamy summer, he met her in a word. She was drunk, drunk in his melancholy words, drunk in his poetic love. They wrote each other into each other’s stories, sweet, sad and romantic. Happiness flows in each other’s words. He said that the article was written for understanding friend. Therefore, she wrote him into poems, words and the most beautiful fairy tale that summer! But how can it be written into my heart? Is it a pass? Or the city built in the ground? Or the fairy tale about summer under the oiled paper umbrella in Jiangnan? She wrote a word by word, with sadness and a stranded fate! Since then, I have wasted time and kept one person in my heart. Wait silly, wait for the fate of meeting; Look forward to, look forward to, look back. The text is too thin! Even though you have deep love, you cannot outline the beauty of your first encounter. Therefore, in the quiet time, we can only remove the charm, let the poetry flow on the tip of the pen, and let the fragrance of the words affect her fleeting time.. Who got his hands on whose fleeting time? Empty leaves infinite sadness.. Who rolls from whose red dust, writing sadness in words! Because I know, I know each other and cherish each other; Because I know, I can’t bear to separate; Because I know, I can also be light. In the summer of that year, the warmth of that half season became her own fairy tale, one person’s anxiety, one person’s joy, one person’s silence and one person’s waiting. In the words of that day, he asked her what kind of flowers would she like if she met each other? She smiled and wrote three words starry sky. Yes, in the words, she is willing to the flower language of that season: pure, caring, thinking, supporting role, true love and pure heart. In that summer, she liked the white flower and the beautiful sad fairy tale! In the early summer of that year, she wrote him into the words, and a piece of poetry was Fragrant. In the ancient LOVESICKNESS TREE of that year, she engraved his name on the wish card, let the wind and rain be misty, quietly telling a wonderful blessing. //// He is really cruel! Come gently and walk quietly! Just like the one described in the ten, wave your hand without taking away a piece of clouds. He touched her fleeting time so easily, leaving the most huamel flies in that fleeting time. Then, he turned around and left! A lifetime may be just a superficial dialogue. But she was willing to turn into that little bird, and from then on she forgot how tall the sky was. It’s just that in this dazzling city, can you tolerate her obsession? When his message appeared again on the qq of the computer, all her uneasy, unwilling to give up and missing turned into that sentence for a long time. Yes, long time no see! The most beautiful language in the world! Through the call of thousands of mountains and rivers, it turned into a tear that has not been seen for a long time. It slides down instantly and uses the most beautiful Radian; The heart is broken instantly and in the cruelest way. Looking at his bright avatar, she suddenly remembered the poem: You see, or you don’t see me, I am there, not sad or happy; You read, or don’t read me, love is there, don’t come or not; You love, or don’t love me, love is there, no increase or decrease; You follow, or don’t follow me, my hand is in your hand, don’t give up; Come to my arms, or let me live in your heart. Love in Silence, Love in Silence! At that moment, she knew clearly that he had left a tear in her heart and became the most eternal wound in her life. ///// Love, hurry. In a flash, it was another early summer. The fairy tales he left her had already sprouted in her words. There are beautiful pain and faint heartbreaks flowing in the pages of words. Silent waiting, silent lovesickness. Hate, hate meet too late; Resentment, resentment is deep and shallow. The words were soaked with her tears, which was the sadness he would never touch. In her heart, she silently waited for the promises and secrets between them, waiting for another spring blossom beyond that time. There is a kind of encounter, not a simple encounter, but a kind of traction of the soul. Shallow encounter, deeply hidden. Since then, the heart has fallen and it has been hard to cross. As if the wind gently crossed the hill, he easily broke into her heart. Who said that love was always so inexplicable, completely beyond her expectation and disturbed her calm heartbeat. The fairy tale of that summer had already woke up, but did not wake up! Just because there are stories belonging to her and him in fairy tales! At night, it seems that there is also a wisp of sadness, allowing time to flow gently at your fingertips. At the window, the purple wind chimes still sang unknown ballads. She raised her head and a meteor crossed the sky. Close your eyes and close your palms. She murmured in her heart that if you are well, it will be sunny and windy. Have you ever heard it! Hear the blessing under the meteor.. Feng er, can you take it for her! Take that crazy blessing. This summer is beautiful., Fairy tales about this summer have just begun,,,,,,. Please specify the author for reprinting original works.

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

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…

This summer, hot summer days

I have always been obsessed with the legend of black holes.

It is said that if a person is captured by a black hole, at that moment, the body will become hundreds of millions of fragments, and the fragments will continue to break, becoming more and smaller fragments. Like dust or fog, it turns into the smallest Nebula in the universe deep. Everyone will see different colors. If there is such a way to die, I want to have a try!

In that way, he could see my most beautiful color in his eyes. Even if it disappeared, he should remember my most beautiful appearance.

This summer, hot summer days 3.7 Jiang seather

Some people say that love is like a piece of sand that you can’t hold. Even if you hold it tightly, you will still slip away from your fingers.

Some people say that love is like a fantasy that can’t be grasped. Have you ever seen Tan Cheng sand painting? But there is no more happy and beautiful construction process than that. We are not built for destruction, but happy and happy for the process of careful investment.

Love brings us not only pain but also happiness!!

She said on the phone, I am lovelorn, come and accompany me! The voice is a little low.

I asked her, didn’t I see you last time?

She said, we broke up!

I asked her why? Did you quarrel?

She said, the reason is unknown, he only said that we are not suitable!

I am very angry. It is not suitable. Will it be solved if it is not suitable? Is the feeling of more than three years over the end of an inappropriate sentence? Why the fuck did you go?

She said, I don’t want to ask, don’t want to have no dignity.

I laughed at her for being silly. If it was me, I must ask her to understand. Even if she broke up, she should make it clear!

I said, there must be someone outside, so it is better for such a man to leave earlier.

She nodded.

It has been more than half a month since I saw her last time. I see her again. She is a little thin, with long hair around her waist and wearing an uncomplicated lace coat, even I was a little excited when I saw it. Her boyfriend left her so blind. She said that she had discussed getting married on May 1st, and she said she couldn’t accept it. Such a blow could not be accepted by anyone, but if the groom disappeared on the wedding day, she is lucky compared with her husband playing extramarital affairs after marriage.

She and I were classmates since childhood. We played very well. We broke up twice, and then we got together again.

How to get out of the shadow of lovelorn love, our answer is always so old-fashioned, starting another love.

She said that after breaking up with him, she quit her job in the store and went to work in a relatively hard factory. She said that I was very tired except to go to work and sleep every day. Despite this, I still can’t sleep late.

I said, insomnia means that you are mature. Have you ever seen a child unable to sleep? They fell asleep as soon as they fell into bed……………

She said, I am now a full shopaholic. I can’t help but want to buy flat and beautiful clothes. There are still some new clothes in my wardrobe.

I said, only those beautiful clothes can satisfy your sense of loss. Only by holding them firmly in your hands can you know your sense of existence, and only they can never leave you!

She looked at me and nodded like finding a bosom friend.

She said, I want to go on a trip that says go.

I said, time is the best healing medicine, time can defeat everything.

She said, I don’t want to torture myself!

Dear, are you ready to accept another relationship? I asked her with a smile.

There were a lot of people on the street, all kinds of handsome men and girls. I suddenly had a bold proposal. I looked at her big round eyes and said, who did I see? I’ll help you say it.

She smiled and said, stop it, today is not April Fool’s Day!

I smiled, and I was glad that she had not been carried away by the pain brought by lovelorn.

She said there was a WeChat friend who wanted to meet and have a look…………..

What is Weiyou? I looked at her

She said, WeChat chat friends,

It suddenly dawned on me that I joked that we could meet and have a look. We can also try things like this to meet netizens.

Yes, there are too many ordinary people in this world. They follow the rules. Just like our parents, marriage is arranged. They don’t even know what love is, I haven’t even talked about a decent love affair, so I get old. I also asked them, and they said, once there was a heart movement. Yes, love can’t be too hot, just like the Sun approaching the Earth, Heler licked the Indian Ocean, and the whole sea boiled and bubbled with love like the end of the world, I think we should try it once, even if it is scalded.

You still love him, right? I asked her.

After so many years of love, it is impossible to forget it. She lowered her head.

Women are like this. When they turn around and die, they will never forget the love at that time. While men always choose to leave, waving their sleeves without taking away a cloud of color, abandoned her and all her feelings.

But, dear, do you know? God must have his arrangement. He will take one person away and bring another person to your side. I don’t know when, maybe the next second, maybe tomorrow, maybe next year, but, dear, I believe that when spring comes, everything will be fine!

I often say that I am Dragon get angry.

In fact, no one knows that every Lone Star has a Terminator, just like every nut has a screw that belongs to her, and every lock has her own key. Every day even Meng is a game preset to pass customs.

Just like what Zhang Ailing said, among the tens of millions of people who met you, in the boundless wilderness of time for thousands of years, there was no early step or late step, which happened to catch up, there is nothing else to say, only to ask gently: Oh, you are here!

The rest is left to fate. Those who hesitate are doomed to be lonely. Those who want everything get nothing.

This summer, may hot summer days!

Jiang SUSE original 3.7

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

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…