Month: June 2019

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A song

It’s a wu yue. Yes. wu yue. Sunshine. Vertigo. Then I found myself always lost in the night of illusion one by one. I thought I was no longer naive. Still illusion. For some time. A place. Always wandering in mind. Helpless. Yes. I panic. Nervous rhythm. Panic bustle. Lonely and empty gestures. Keep sipping of water. A state of speechless. Breakpoint. Breakpoint. Today. 32 degrees. There is a feeling of scorching sun. Earth a drying up. The misty heat was burning the green of the coming summer. One fantasy and another fantasy. Always keep moving. My heart will never stop. A feeling of dizziness. An extravagant smell. An incoherent dialogue. The illusion caused by the heat. Always on the run. With hands and feet. Results is negative number. Posture of duplication. Stand or sit straight. I can’t even find the feeling. A bottle of wine. A thought. A narrow space. A cramped breath. Infinity of the night. Amplification of lonely. Gradually addiction. Then it was completely submerged. Be lost. Chaos. Confused. An attractive gesture. Now that the exit cannot be found. Then learn to get used to it. Sinking is so irresistible. Lonely. Lonely. Is. The language is so pale. II. I went to work by bike these two days. Felt so in. Is very good. Enjoy the scenery along the way. Messy mind. Gradually adapted to this busy and breathless life. Business receptions are often held in the unit. I ran around with a camera. Everyone is very elegant in the reception. Hold the goblets and clink around. Even a recollections. Want to flee. Escape from the night sky. Night Sky in. Hyosung falls. Buried all the laughter and tears in this city. Thinking about the faces that come and go or know or never know in the reception. I seem to be a passer-. Luxury chewing elegance in the night. But there is a sense of strangeness. Therefore. The faint pain of forehead came one after another. I kept smiling. Pain. Now. Looking at the blank document on the screen, it was gradually swallowed by the blue font created by my fingers flying over. I feel a kind of satisfaction. I don’t know when the gorgeous reception will end. Like the illusion of love in a hurry. No trace of existence can be found. III. Tomorrow. It is the day when our Alibaba online merchants club opens a press conference. Said. Both Ma Yun and Wei Zhe will participate. And my dress. Not fit. Melancholy. Day before yesterday. In our reception, the bottle of Windsor Diamond Jubilee, which was given by Windsor to “If you are the one”, had only 12 bottles in the world. The gorgeous whisky reflected the sadness all over the floor. One place injury Chu. One cold Yu. A season gray. san yue. si yue. wu yue. On lost. Looking. Clear. Day. Two days. Three days. On pay. Harvest. Dark and Stormy. Month Month good. Every day sky blue. I began to dream. Very sober dream. There is a paradise in my dream. There are Dew dancing ballet on fresh grass leaves. There are cherry blossoms swaying in the withered land. Have Rainbow. Direct flights clouds. Dreams. I listen to the lonely opening of every flower. A suddenly. Somewhere the heart flower has blossomed. Heart some pain. Like Jiangnan in March. It was easily wet by drizzle. And. Catkins and Flying Flowers fly in the wind. Flying gesture. It’s all related to loneliness. Therefore, I am also in the wind. Quiet silence. The eyes followed the flying birds passing by hurriedly. Lost in the sky. Can’t see future. I am too thin to imagine tomorrow. Can’t Read distance. Happiness is a dream that tempts me to continue to live but cannot be approached. Dream. I am extremely prosperous and desolate in the psychedelic dreams. All left is loneliness. And. Clear tears. It reflects the shadow of the whole heaven. Reflecting the pale sky. And endless yearning in the sky. I see. A man with a clean smile. Smile in missing. Spring. Then it’s summer again. Spring smiles peacefully at summer after turning around. Years of quiet good. Time flies. Person is no longer. IV. The song “Seventy years back of Time” was played again and again in the office. From afternoon till now. It has been played cyclically. Look, listen. It seems that I really turned back 70 years ago. Then. I am solo somewhere. A Song of Neon Rouge makes me thin, and the wind makes a pool of spring water wrinkle. A yellow rattan. The surface is like peach blossom glaze. This is a song that a leader likes. A leader only listens to this song stubbornly every day. A leadership. From Shanghai. Smart. I also pursue perfection. He pay attention to concept. Subvert tradition. He speaks fluent English. I have very trendy ideas. He told me Confucius and Lao Zi in my spare time. Therefore. I looked at him with a devout posture. For example. I want to fill this May sunshine with a glass of wine. Respect him with admiring eyes. At this time. I’m still at work. Organize the list of people who will attend the press conference tomorrow. Colleagues said. It will be tomorrow if you don’t get off work. Me. I laughed blankly. But his expression was dull. And. Stopped the work in hand. Browse the log written a long time ago. The past time stretches into a river and spring water. Shimmering pure Yan. After. I put those happiness once like petals. Deleted. Disappear. Cleansed. A love. A story. A pond. Rippling. And then walk away. wu yue sunshine. wu yue life. An illusion of displacement. [Editor in charge: Man Tree]] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. 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october

[Introduction] I looked at the sky muddled in the high and cool autumn, looking at those years when the wind was clear and the clouds were light. If the leaves fall, there will be no more emotional disputes. The beauty of fallen leaves has gained the freedom to dance lightly in the short time and space without the bondage of trees. The fallen leaves and the thankful flowers all fade. In this glorious season to death. The sky is still pure blue, and life is still light white. Everything gives me too much sorrow. Leaves have gone, but it knows how to comfort itself, and what about myself? Seeing those, the owner was gone. Tears. When my uncle went there, he suddenly felt empty and always felt something was missing. It is cold and leaves fall. The leaves are very close to me, and I seem to hear their screams. A burst of chill hit my heart, but the fallen leaves covered everything. I remember a writer said like this: in this world, what can keep people is not houses, and what can take people away is not Roads. Time can’t stretch out a hand to catch the clouds of the past for you. Uncle left, and he will never come back. The house didn’t keep him, nor was it the road that took him away. He left behind a group of poor children and many relatives who were sad for him. What kind of wind blew him to another world? What is the wind shaking off the leaves one after another, hanging up the missing? I looked at the sky muddled in the high and cool autumn, looking at those years with clear wind and clear clouds. If the leaves fall, there will be no more emotional disputes. The beauty of fallen leaves has gained the freedom to dance lightly in the short time and space without the bondage of trees. Looking back on the past, those so-called happiness have turned around and become strangers. The autumn wind blew away all those dusty names and past, leaving a pale sky. I hesitated in the autumn wind, the autumn wind was rustling, the coolness passed through the bone marrow, trembling with coldness. The cold water you can drink, Cold Heart difficult reheat. Maybe every morning, the meter of sunshine shining on my desk through the window will give me a little warmth. The wind blows, the leaves fall, and people hurt with it. Looking at the tree standing in the autumn wind in the distance, it is messy, desolate, [Responsible editor: yi er]] Like (prose editor: prose online) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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Mood

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Write

[Introduction] with the popularity of computers, more people are getting bigger and bigger from Chinese characters. After leaving the campus, computers have been used to replace all kinds of writing, and computers are accompanied by modern offices. Born in rural areas, I am always unfamiliar with computers…… After practising all afternoon, my hands were numb and I found it feels good. I haven’t practiced writing seriously for about two months. Although I pick up a pen every day, it is difficult to write every painting seriously. I like writing, looking for a kind of light and elegant tranquility in black and white paper. When I am lonely, I will pick up the pen to write a few words; When I am lonely, I will pick up the pen to write a few words; When I am in pain, I will pick up the pen to write a few words; when I am sad, I will pick up a pen to write a few words; When I am happy, I will pick up a pen to write a few words. Two days ago, someone suddenly said to me, “you should practice a word.” I suddenly remembered that when I went back to my alma mater during the summer vacation, my former political teacher asked me, “Are you still practicing calligraphy now?. In fact, I have always been at a very plain stage of writing without any qualitative changes, at least in my opinion. Because of the origin of life, we can’t be as free as the campus era, and we don’t have so much time. Maybe these are just excuses, but we can’t deny that the influence of the environment on people is subtle. Even so, it brings me a positive side in my work. I gave up a lot in the past five years, only occasionally writing. Words are like people, and life is like this, constantly writing life in different stages, and writing every bit of life in ups and downs. When I picked up the pen again, I found that there was no font suitable for me to practice. With the growth of age, the more difficult it is to practice writing, and the changes of environment and life make it even more difficult. The popularity of computers makes more people get bigger and bigger from Chinese characters. After leaving the campus, computers have been used to replace all kinds of writing, and computers are accompanied by modern offices. Born in rural areas, I was always unfamiliar with computers, and I still know little until now. I always feel free to write, anyway, there is no requirement. When I entered high school, maybe I was frivolous and dry. Although I had practiced for two years, I couldn’t get a look. I didn’t find it difficult to see Daya until I left the campus, but it was too late. Later, I seldom wrote because I didn’t work for four years. Although I returned to school for a year, it was difficult for me to write every word quietly. Chinese characters are the quintessence of Chinese nation. It has a history of five thousand years since oracle bone inscriptions, but it is getting farther and farther away from us. In fact, in my opinion, writing should be practiced from childhood, especially in primary school, which is the most important stage of cognition at the beginning. It is difficult to write well after graduating from junior high school. No matter how the times change, I don’t think we can throw them away. Writing emphasizes the combination of spirit and spirit, but I can’t do it, In addition to my shallow experience, I think there is also the trap of life. I have made great efforts and gained little. Therefore, if you pay, you may not get a return, but if you don’t pay, you won’t get a return. [Responsible editor: yi er]] Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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Puppet

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Ftmiiedrr

Fireworks

On this road, it keeps going and going every day. Yuanwang, as the eye can see. Somehow, suddenly, I remembered the little hamster I once raised. Why, I began to miss those years passing by at my fingertips. Therefore, I tried my best to turn over those photos and memories that were a little yellowish. In my mind, I remembered the sentence that I once questioned myself. Whether, all. But, desire, pursuit, but finally turn a blind eye. Isn’t it? We are really walking too fast on this road. Our souls are almost unable to keep pace. If you play a song, you can stare blankly all day long. Think about that city, those people, those things. I bought Annie’s new book. After reading it, somehow, tears couldn’t stop anymore. Everyone is a story. Everyone has a story. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. It seems that the air is full of this city, with a flood of atmosphere. I know, I miss you, Kun Yu really miss you. Then, what do you think of at this moment? Whether, in the period of light, our thoughts gathered together. I think, one day, we lie on the grassland, only you, only me. Close your eyes, hug and breathe the heaven in our hearts. I think, one day, we are running freely, only you, only me. Jumping, patting, singing the future in our hearts. We, with cameras, with our happiness. Playing in the field, patting our happiness. I know, I miss you, I really miss you. Then, what do you think of at this moment? Whether, in the period of light, our sighs merge together. Miss, really like a line. Then, constantly intertwined, surrounded by a net tightly. Everyone cannot struggle and escape. Sometimes, we hug too loosely, which makes us feel the temperature. Sometimes, we hug too tightly, which makes us feel suffocated. We had to hug each other, feeling warm and happy. Perhaps, even the love that lasts for a long time also needs to be influenced by each other. Yes, we are human beings, ordinary people, not omnipotent gods. In the city where we love each other. You are at that end, I am at this end. We only pray, pray, pray. I hope that the person I love can work smoothly and be healthy. Fireworks is short, and you make me lingering forever. The fallen flowers are ruthless, I promise you to accompany me forever. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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Don’t

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I

Watch happy lovers record moving moments with cameras. All of a sudden, a piece of withered phoenix leaves fell to my feet, and I trampled it to pieces willfully. Hearing the cracking sound, I felt an inexplicable pleasure. Walking on the road you once walked, the air I exhaled was as white as the smoke you smoked. I am used to buying a cup of hot coffee and holding it in my hand, which is not so cold. But in the end, it gradually became cold like your detached hand. You lied to me like that cup of hot coffee. I want to go out with you, even if I can only ride a bike. The tall poplar trees on both sides of the spacious asphalt road and the unknown small wild flowers are all looking forward to a dialogue with us. But you told me angrily that you were not willing to ride bicycles in this cold winter. Finally, I put those beautiful landscape paintings on the paper, smashed them and threw them into the trash can, thus waking up my dream. It’s time for me to say goodbye. You are not allowed to cry for my parting. Your tears look like dried plum blossom, which is so cheap. I should say goodbye before you are not so familiar with me. Even if life is like dust, at least there won’t be so many wandering. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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My

[1] 7:30 The weather here is very humid. This is the case in the South. Spring rain is continuous, which is a typical South Wind Day. In the morning, the sun I had been looking forward to for a long time still didn’t appear. Raise your head and say to the sky: When will the sun come out and when will it not rain? [2] 12:15 After class, walking on the school Road, the radio station matched the weather very well and played sad songs. This kind of weather makes me, who was originally a little depressed, go further. Looking at the crowd coming and going, almost everyone’s expression was very depressed. Maybe this is the reason of the weather. I still looked up at the sky and said in my heart: eunuch Sun, I miss you, I really want to think…… [3] 13:25 They all took a nap. I stared at the computer screen and thought a lot of things. Thinking about what I should do in the future, my sister told me last night that I had already got in touch with my work and waited for me to graduate. Standing on the balcony, listening to Mp3, looking up and looking at the sky: When will the sun I expect appear? [4] 16:30 Walking on the school Road, on the playground, athletes were running fast, and the sky was dark again. It was going to rain. It was going to rain, too. He had never looked for me since the last quarrel. I had been waiting for the phone to ring, just like waiting for eunuch Sun to show off. [5] 20:30 I didn’t eat dinner. I got used to eating instant noodles in front of the computer, which filled my whole youth. I often drop my tears into instant noodles and then eat them together with instant noodles. It seems that I am used to such days and abandoned days. As I said, be strong, live a good life, and live your own wonderful life. After eating instant noodles and visiting various web pages, my eyes couldn’t hold up any more. I went to take a shower and then held the quilt, thinking a lot…… [Editor in charge: Man Tree] Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…

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From this

Today, I was on the bus, and a middle-aged woman stood beside me. When I saw her for the first time by accident, I thought gently in my mind. Deja vu. When I heard her first sentence, I tried to recall it instinctively. More familiar. Original true. The last time I saw her, I saw her on the bus. Things happened a few months ago. So I sighed that the world is huge but really small. Two people who had nothing to do with each other would meet so unexpectedly. In a glimpse, a shallow edge is engraved. Why can’t we meet the person we want to meet even if we search hard and spend all our lives. Once upon a time, I threw away many thoughts and loved each other in the wind and rain, and walked alone and empty in the crowd every day. I tried my best to find no similar breath or heartbeat. Some people say goodbye casually and then they really disappear. The sky is very thin, the clouds are very thick, and the tile blue sky is like the color of a boat stranded by the sea. It seems to find someone to watch the scenery together after work. Looking at the lake full of colors and occasional waves, with golden light, you patted my shoulder in surprise; Looking at the sunset and dusk, the vicissitudes of the world are really prosperous background, when you look at the horizon, you just sigh slightly without talking to me; When you see the flowers blooming and falling, the clouds rolling and the clouds rolling, the imprint of time flies, we are in the coffee shop where the sunshine is drifting away. I used to think that I would always stay beside her, but now they have dispersed in the vast crowd. If you haven’t finished some stories, forget it. Those moods have been hard to distinguish between true and false in the years. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the 30th year of my WeChat era The year before last, my eunuch planned to buy a smartphone for him on his birthday. The main purpose was to teach them how to play WeChat, and let them… Comments on the Chinese version of “worry-free grocery store” Everyone moves towards a better life through his own efforts. The answer to the consultation letter is just encouraging an existing… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 14, 2018) January 14, 2018: Today, the temperature in Wujiang is relatively warm, not as cold as a few days ago. Yesterday and Today, Wu Jiang’s… Be a person who never stops growing up Teacher Lily coughed with a strong nasal tone when she was in yoga class. Maybe it’s uncomfortable, she has less demonstration action today,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 13, 2018) January 13, 2018: Yesterday, my sister and nephew Little David didn’t come to the Dongwan village of jinjiaba where my mother and I stayed temporarily,… An emotional diary of a Christian (January 12, 2018) January 12, 2018: The day before yesterday, I said, “my mother will go to Kunshan tomorrow.” However, yesterday, my mother did not go to Kunshan…