Tag: 2019年浦东三林小姐YU



Ink nights. In the distance, every small square shed a cluster of warm light. I suddenly thought of the train when I was traveling in my childhood, and there was a roaring light beside me. Fall asleep in the rhythmic clinging sound of train gears and rails. No dream, but a sense of security slowly. Now, lights dim. The blurred eyes are not the heart, and the darkness that sinks out seems particularly abrupt and lonely. The crisp and melodious flute is intermittent, intertwined in light and shadow. The night is cool in the bright light. Happiness and sadness are always tied together. From beginning to end. Who is telling tactfully, who is singing softly, whether anyone is willing to listen, and whether anyone can understand. I don’t know. I don’t want it. I remember saying more than once that I always felt that I was sleepwalking. It was just late at night, but I stubbornly thought it was three or four in the morning when it was almost dawn. Whether riding back from outside school or walking forward alone, the front is like an invisible dark whirlpool, while I am walking towards the invisible destination step by step. Never look back, dare not look back. I was afraid to see no one beside me, I was afraid to see the indifferent eyes, and no one even wanted to pull me. But I have no choice. Recently, it has fallen into a state of confusion and confusion. This feeling seems to have happened a long time ago. At that time, I suddenly became reluctant to talk to others, and always swept everything beside me with eyes that didn’t care about anyone or anything. I am used to sitting alone in the corner quietly, and I can spend a day in a daze. That oneself is strange and familiar. A deserted city, lonely and alienated. Whether the bright stars and moon can condense into hope when falling into eyes. Suddenly very homesick. The home with father’s shoulder and mother’s nagging. No matter how much injustice he suffered outside, he could hide in the home to heal his wounds. If you shouldn’t be fragile, tell yourself to smile and be strong again and again. The short four words are so heavy. However, there will still be sunshine tomorrow morning. The swirling leaves outside the window are like butterflies, fluttering in the wind. Can they also warm the autumn at the end of the year. I haven’t seen this gradually deserted space for a long time. Long-lost words are moaning without illness. I want to say sorry to myself for not taking good care of myself during this period of time. Please forgive me for my little weakness. I will be better. Soon. Grace. Certain. Like (prose editor: Yue ran) 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…