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Mirror Flower

[Introduction] only when the singer integrates the true feelings into the song can he move himself, while only when he moves himself can he move. The songs of both of them seem to have stories. Behind the stories, they are either delighted, sad, or just a kind of enlightenment, but they are all true feelings. Although I have been involved in trivial matters recently, it seems that I can’t have leisure time, but it also makes me feel relaxed for a moment. So after listening to my schoolmates and Tan Yonglin, I sighed with emotion after hearing the blessings. Both of them are predecessors in music field, with excellent singing skills and characters, and it is rare that they still persist in music for so many years. Listening to their singing is like drinking sweet dew and tasting good tea. The singing is vigorous and gentle, calm and elegant, with great penetrating power. Mirror fly, scattered dust, more than canhong, cold rain chilly wind, longitudinal continuous old oceans, helpless guying empty against autumn wind. The years in the water passed away like a meteor, lamenting the beauty, but in a hurry, there was no sound, and the sky and the land were old and endless, and the waves and flowers were all empty. Only when the singer integrates the true feelings into the song can he move himself, while only when he moves himself can he move. The songs of both of them seem to have stories. Behind the stories, they are either delighted, sad, or just a kind of enlightenment, but they are all true feelings. This kind of feeling belongs to each of us, but it doesn’t belong to anyone. It is just like a flower in a mirror and a moon in the water. It is impossible to figure out, that’s all. Looking for the back from a long distance, warm love is like a meteor. 2010.5.22 [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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Winter rain

The weather suddenly cooled down. The weather forecast said it was only 11 degrees. I put on my autumn clothes before I could react. I still felt cold and cold. The wind blows slanting, and the falling England flying all over the sky renders every corner of the city, which is like my wandering lonely soul. I don’t know when to start, suddenly I feel tired or even tired of all the existence, sometimes I am too lazy to speak. Let my emotions fall down like the British. I always interpret the process of time as the graph of heart rhythm beating, and always let loneliness erode my limbs and bones at the most depressed time. Some people intercede to the depth and feel lonely, but I feel lonely at the bottom of my heart. I was very afraid and tried my best to abandon the cycle in this cycle, and always unreasonably vent some inexplicable emotions To Sir, a good man who didn’t understand love but loved me a lot. Let him look at me innocently while I continue to express myself. When a person is free, he often goes to the seaside to stay silly, watching the tide of the sea rising and falling, looking at the lighthouse on the other side of the sea and sky, imagining whether it is the same as me, watching a certain corner of the city, waiting for a period of fate to come. My eyes penetrated through the four seasons, but I couldn’t get close. A woman’s heart has nothing to do with love, but she is always influenced by seasons to be isolated, which reveals all the pain accidentally. It has been interdependent with this city for 10 years and has always been watching like a passer-by. Considering the helplessness of survival, fate is no longer the graph in hand. Ask fate. Is it escaping or timid? It has been a long time since I had such a clear conversation with my soul. Every time I let myself feel another existence like baptism. Such language is like the sound of nature, the soul is dancing, and the blurred memory spreads everywhere. I am tired, but my memory is like that river. In countless sleepless nights, I gently stroke my wound, precipitate some stories, forget someone, and learn to forget for better possession, tears flow, but thoughts grow crazily in my heart, and I find that many times we strive to have exactly what we forget. Sorrow? The city is too busy and crowded. No one will stop to listen to your tears of flower withering and the sadness of leaf withering. The only conscience left is to smile lightly and pass. This city, alas! I felt frustrated for no reason and felt inexplicably disappointed with such weather. The sun is still hanging high, without the enthusiasm of summer, no drizzle, only hearing the sound of the wind, but my heart is like a brutal rain, disturbing my dream, it makes me feel the loneliness and sorrow of a wandering person. I really have the feeling of waking up and not knowing that I am a guest, and mistaking a foreign land as my hometown! [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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Grandmother

The Midnight Wind knocked on the half-closed window. I curled up on the sofa, half asleep and half awake. In a trance, I heard your sorrowful cry coming through the vast river of forget. You called my breast name, but I wanted to promise you so much, but I couldn’t say anything. Grandma, did you miss me? I can feel your sadness when I think I am the most painful. You life raised 4 children, my mother is your youngest daughter, from I sensible love you have been by my side, memory of that in mom and dad always fighting a lot, every time I hid in your arms and cried, you cursed mother loudly, and mother also complained loudly that you married her into the Great Ravine and didn’t come out. I have hated my mother since then. I don’t like to call her or go to my uncle’s and aunt’s home. I think they abandoned you. Although you take me with you every day, but I always don’t have dinner with my parents. I sleep with you every night, and my mom and dad sleep with my brother. How did you live in my uncle’s house? I don’t know until now, and I don’t want to know either. Grandma, I don’t want to know too many cruel and ruthless things. Am I very timid? I’m afraid I can’t afford it. I still remember that every time you wash your hair, you have to burn a pile of straw ash first, then put the straw ash into the water basin, stir it well and then clarify, saying that your hair is black and bright after washing, every time when I was in school, you would fry a pancake for me. At that time, it was very luxurious, which made many partners jealous that I had a good grandmother. During the Spring Festival that year, my third uncle was chased to the cliff and fell to death for stealing other people’s things. After the funeral, my third uncle and aunt all came to my house, after talking for a long time, I complained that you didn’t have the ability to marry a wife for my third uncle to make such a mess. You didn’t argue, and you sat in front of the stove and kept wiping your tears, I drove them out with a broom, and my mother scolded I am dead girl who was ignorant. You don’t eat or drink for three days, and become thinner and thinner. Mom and Dad were also anxious, so they invited barefoot doctors to help you see a doctor. I pulled your skinny hands tightly and cried. You didn’t look at me, but your eyes were very empty, like a bodhisattva in a ruined temple. Later, you forgot the world and no longer knew anyone. You had a bad temper. If anyone passes by my door, you will chase and beat me with a pole. Even if I sleep next to you, you will pinch me hard. Grandma, since then, you have forgotten me. Every time the family prepared the meal, you would pour firewood or pigmented water into the rice cooker when we didn’t pay attention. When there was no way, mom sent you to two aunts, but it didn’t take long to be sent back. I felt sad when I saw your face empty. I can’t get close to your story, Grandma, I can’t help your sadness. At that time, I am so helpless. Later, I didn’t live with you any more. I went to school thirty miles away and could only go home once a week. You didn’t get well after you got sick that time, sleeping on a wooden bed was as angry as gossips. I took a leave home guarding you, but 3 days later with a very important competition I must attend, I kiss your forehead let you when I come back, you also already obvious nodded, I helped you clean your face before leaving, but you didn’t wait for me to come back. When I hurried home, you had closed your eyes forever. You slept on the door panel in a brand new blue shirt and shoes, with your hands pulled into fists and your face covered with a curtain of fire paper, my white hair trembled in the smoky mourning hall. I called you grandma, Grandma, open your eyes and look at me. My uncle and aunt shuttled back and forth in front of the mourning hall. I kneeled in front of you for a whole night. When my aunt came to pull me, I grabbed her hand and took a bite fiercely, I didn’t let go until my mother slapped me twice. My Big Uncle said that this dead girl was going crazy. Now, I can’t help crying when I think of these things. Grandma, I haven’t dreamed about you for many years since you left for 18 years. What happened today? I really heard your sad cry. Are you calling my name? Why don’t you trust me? Grandma, if there is reincarnation, you should be happy. You have experienced so many sufferings and hardships. If there is no reincarnation, then you have been with Grandpa and your third uncle now, is it happy? Missing is like a spark of beans, Grandma, in the midnight before the Dragon Boat Festival, I got up and wrote you a letter that could not be sent out, although you don’t know how to read, although you and I are separated from each other forever, Grandma, please forgive my weakness. I can only pick up the branches and leaves that you withered outside your soul and sort them out into this messy text. Grandma, I call you through the vast river of forgetfulness. Grandma, I kiss you through the vicissitudes of life. [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…