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Tonight, it was not late at night that I had already sat in my study, opened the iPad, and began to forget all the tiredness of my day and buried myself deeply in my sky. Turn on the radio and broadcast Jiang Yuheng’s CD, quietly intoxicated in his soft singing. I like his songs, because his songs are soft enough. In these days, ideological trends have sprung up, and many poems have been written, no matter whether they are written well or not, whether they are appropriate or not, or whether they are inconsistent or not, or the meaning of words is thin, just scatter your own voice in those specious words. Then, I will release them regardless of, but suffer those blogs that click on my poems. Fortunately, blogs on the Internet all have a heart of compassion. My so-called nonsense is rarely trampled by people. In fact, I don’t know what poetry is, nor what poetry and painting are. I just want to express my heart between the lines one by one, but take it to words, so I have to make up a few words with simple words, hoping to relieve my mood, it can also make people understand the effect. Every time I read other people’s exquisite proses and poems, and then look at my own works, I always feel ashamed of myself. Occasionally, there will be the idea of whether to stop publishing articles to avoid showing ugliness. Every night, when everything gradually settles down, when the night covers the Earth, the mood will begin to wander around. Sometimes, chasing others’ works on the Internet, chewing each blog’s mood carefully, listening to each sad person’s heart silently, as if they became their bosom friend online. Some articles deeply touched the wounds in my heart, and it seemed that I had entered the world of that blog. When I felt his (her) joys and sorrows, I would be moved to tears. The reason why I wander in this virtual network world is nothing more than that my mood has nowhere to be delivered, and I also hope to find my bosom friend, so I have to face “strange faces” one by one “, telling your least known mood. Therefore, just in the gentle singing, the loneliness of silence, the loneliness of wind and rain, the constant thoughts came out on the Internet with the tapping on the keyboard. Occasionally, I saw the full moon and the lack of stars, but I couldn’t improve my lonely mood. Later, I found that the sun and the moon rose, the day day and night, the Earth was still rotating, and what remained unchanged was My unwillingness and sorrow. It turned out that it was myself who closed the door in my heart and didn’t let people approach or pry. I firmly believe that when every blog is on a whim or when inspiration emerges, all the words I know will flow through my heart smoothly, into my mind, and then turn into touching sentences, words that affect readers’ resonance, a poem and a prose were born in this way. However, my character Library is always a little too small. Therefore, there were only a few lines of words coming and going in the written articles, which were dyed dim by my gloomy world. Perhaps, it is because that I have never really enjoyed the surrounding scenery, experienced the fragrance of flowers, listened to the pleasant sounds of birds, appreciated the greatness and beauty of nature, and gained insight into the world, so after all, we can only write stories about ourselves, inner sadness and extreme opinions. I believe that words can peel a person’s heart naked and present it in others’ eyes. I also believe that diaries can express the grievances in real life and let myself open my heart, all unhappiness will disappear in the space with the pouring of words. Therefore, I have been clinging to creation and writing. But recently, it has been gradually discovered that this mentality seems to disgrace all blogs, all writers, the spirit of creation and those exquisite words. Because my starting point seems to be inclined, not for creation, not for poetry. Am I wrong? I don’t know. Just like tonight, I wrote extravagant nonsense, but I still hoped to tell the world what I thought in my heart. 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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[Introduction] looking around, the peach blossom is really falling red like rain! No wonder most of the poems written on fallen flowers for thousands of years are sentimental. The song written by Li Yu, the Queen master of Tang Dynasty, was totally a sad sentiment. Lin Daiyu’s song of Burying Flowers was even more unknown to how many boys and girls were crying. In the middle of spring, I remembered the peach forest that I went to the countryside and the blooming red flowers in the peach forest. That peach forest is about ten mu square. Peach Tree branches interlaced, only one person is tall. At this time, I lowered my head and went in, as if I was in the light market. Some buds are Tingli, with buds waiting to be released, and they are shy to speak; Some are half open and half contained, with slightly exposed stamens; Some are pink flowers drooping, full of desire; Some are in full bloom, spitting red and glowing. But what’s more, the young fruit is at the beginning, and the petals are falling in the light wind. Looking around, the peach blossom is really falling red like rain! No wonder most of the poems written on fallen flowers for thousands of years are sentimental. The song written by Li Yu, the Queen master of Tang Dynasty, was totally a sad sentiment. Lin Daiyu’s song of Burying Flowers was even more unknown to how many boys and girls were crying. However, at this point, it is probably because of living in the fruit forest for a long time. I am used to seeing the colorful flowers, but I am moved by those fallen flowers like red rain. I always feel that she has an inner and beautiful feeling that shakes and inspires me. You see, yesterday, they attracted bees and butterflies to dance with their gorgeous appearance and fragrant fragrance on the branches; Today, new life begins to grow. In order to let zi shi get more sunshine and nourishment, they did not miss the elegance of the branches and did not pity the delicate appearance of the past, but fell down in the light wind. Lying on the Earth, they were still looking at the branches. Seeing the budding zi shi took his place, they smiled happily and fell without regret. Moreover, they still haven’t forgotten their mission, and integrate themselves with the simple earth in the wind and rain, nourishing their son-in-law. What a noble sentiment! Could they understand that only when flowers fall can they become mature? In fact, we should also understand that only constant pregnancy and new development is the necessity of the reincarnation and continuous evolution of all things in the world. Just like our lovely motherland, which generation or nation alone can make the Chinese nation today? I think, if every one of our countrymen is like a peach blossom, they should open it with all their heart and try their best, and when they should fall, they should fall calmly, no matter whether they stand up the branches or return to the soil, we will live up to the mission of being pregnant and nurturing new people, and then our Chinese nation will become stronger and stronger. It has been more than twenty years since the peach forest rose red again. But the peach forest overflowing all over the field and the peach forest falling red all over the ground are always in front of us like a shadow. Ah, those peach blossoms that tried to fall without regrets when they opened, can you start a new float and fall in the breeze? Now, I seem to feel your relief when falling down and the feeling of looking at the branch again. [Editor in charge: yi er] 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…