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Sitting in front of the computer every night, expressing the words. There is a slight loneliness in my heart, telling the heart of the years in the silent night. How to pick up the loneliness and sadness of a place? In an innocent age, we use body language to express joy and sadness. A presumptuous laugh, an exaggerated grin. I followed my feet silently and walked along the edge of the flower pool in front of the building again and again. Running and jumping indulgently once and again, expressing the most genuine and hottest emotion of that era. I can always feel the dazzling and strange eyes of people around me. I just learned to be restrained several years later, but I can’t be willful and presumptuous any more. When we grow up to be young, we will be more free and easy when we raise our hands, and we will pursue cool, beautiful, soft and touching things, we began to learn to imitate and dress up deliberately at a pure age. When we stepped into the society and saw the hidden knife in the smile, we didn’t know whether to laugh or not on many occasions. You should learn to smile when you are in pain. We are learning how to laugh with Echo and against our will. I just swallowed the pressure and pain into my heart. I don’t even know which one is my real self. It is shown to others under the sun, and the truth in the corner is unknown. Therefore, modern society emerges as a profession specialized in analyzing human nature and human heart: Psychologist. Many people suffer from unhappiness and dare not look directly at life. Escaping from the truth and calm let us fall into the bottomless abyss, struggling in emotions is more than you and me? Therefore, we miss the real smiling face with snot running away. In the cruel competitive world, there are more sacrifices to the simple world, and the Society has more feelings of nostalgia. From music to literature, the classical route was followed, and the sound of lute and guqin began to fly, just to blow away the fidgety and hypocrisy in the world. Gradually, we learned to avoid, fell in love with loneliness, and looked at ourselves in the silent night. With music in the quiet night, I am looking for the purest and truest self. Lost is the heavy fog brought by the prosperous world. We can’t see the blue sky and sunshine, just like Alice broke into the boundless forest. We ran hard, but the more we ran, the more flustered we were, and the more we couldn’t find ourselves. Only by stopping running and searching quietly can we know that what is lost is the simplest but the most important. I started to learn the truest crying and laughing from scratch, just like the silly smile of babies in those 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…

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Quietly

[Introduction] quietly, you are coming to me. It must be the fate of the previous life. At that casual moment, you and I were like the guidance of the immortal path, floating in the clouds, trees, flowers and flowers, the Paradise of fairy butterfly flying. Now I think about it, if we change into the robes and satin shirts of ancient times, what kind of life-death love it would be in the back garden. Quietly, you came to me. In that ordinary autumn, in that rainy autumn. Now that I think about it, I really appreciate God’s preference. I am wanted to escape from the party that day. I was in a bad mood at that time. For all the activities gathered by many people, I hid myself and put my heart at home. What moved back and forth was just a body without soul. On that autumn rainy day, quietly, you came to me. Quietly, you came to me. The sky is so clean and clear blue; The grass is so soft and fine green. The flowers are fresh and shy. You stood on the open lawn, staring at me from afar. Among the flowers of women, I ignored my existence more. Bored to do something dispensable, regardless of the surrounding noise and mundane. This is the kung fu I have practiced for many years. I am in one place and my heart is in one place. If I look back at this time, I will surely see your tenderness. However, do you know that I had already closed the door of emotion at that time. The disappointment of humanity made me wrap myself up, and all creatures were out of my heart. At this time, you came to me quietly. I was like a silly child, hiding in a secluded corner, playing with the mud belonging to myself. Quietly, you came to me. It must be the fate of the previous life. At that casual moment, you and I were like the guidance of the immortal path, floating in the clouds, trees, flowers and flowers, the Paradise of fairy and butterfly flying. Now think about it, if we change into the robes and satin shirts of ancient times, what kind of life-death love it would be in the back garden. Quietly, you came to me with a smile, persistence, enthusiasm and a sense of integrity. You held me gently as if you were pregnant, and from then on, you became a treasure in your hands. [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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I beat the South of the Yangtze River and walked through the east wind which was waiting in the season like the bloom and fall of lotus flowers. The catkin in March did not fly. Your heart was like a small lonely city. The streets just like Bluestone did not sound at night, the spring curtain of March does not reveal your bottom. It is a small window that tightly covers my horseshoe of Dada. It is a beautiful mistake. I am not returning to others. I am a passer-by. Zheng Qingyu’s “mistake” came here for the first time, I feel a little scared when I feel it. Because I don’t know whether my cold brushwork is coordinated with here. But I hope this place is my Jiangnan, while I am not a passer-by. I like poetry and love Haizi and Gu Cheng. Only talk about them today. Haizi said: There is nothing in the distance except the distance. The desolate words burst into his lonely face. Many lonely nights, I read quietly, tears would flow down unconsciously. I imagined how this genius with childish and innocent smile went to death calmly. But Haizi told me that when I stood in front of you painfully, you couldn’t say I had nothing, you couldn’t say I was empty-handed. I was relieved that Haizi, who could say that he was facing the sea and the warm verses like spring flowers, just went to the place he wanted to go and had the wings he wanted to fly. The days are still moving forward in the desolate cycle, and we are still chasing, faintly sad, but we have no time to bury. Haizi built his kingdom with his life. He was his own Prince. While we are still on the way… Gu Cheng is a poet who chants and chants for his soul. He said: I want to paint windows all over the earth to make all the eyes used to the night get used to the light. I am child spoiled by my imaginary mother, I am willful. He walked stubbornly in his kingdom of poetry, refusing darkness but not being accepted by the light. As someone said, he didn’t imagine the world as poetry when he was writing poetry, but his life was poetry originally. He was writing a world instead of poetry. He will use one of his poems to express the world, and he will use his whole life to construct the world. This sunny, tranquil and distant world, a fairytale-like beautiful world. The man has passed away, he still wears his long cap, looks at the World naively, and always smiles …. they all use pure and sincere souls, in the chaotic and noisy world, let’s have a place to stick to our heart and gain a purity of our hearts. If you want to fulfill the principle of this love letter, The Wild Goose and the fish will end up with no evidence… break the intestines and move the column of the zither …… ___________ the original life will stop, and the person whose soul is moving forward. _________ May Life forward, soul forward, like summer flowers. 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…