When I melted in the desert of this time like a pool of mud, I no longer heard the strong beating of my heart. I couldn’t look back on the past or the future, whether time has forgotten me or I have missed time. Once I die, I can no longer smell the breath that I once lived, just like the endless fragrance when flowers bloom and the mud when they wither. Countless people struggle, struggle, struggle, struggle, in the muddy swamp, in the vast grassland, in the boundless empty blue sky, the so-called ideal and belief that I firmly believe in. If you succeed, you will be admired by thousands of people. If you fail, you will be spurned by the world. Success or failure, finally stay in history for a short time, finally, be lost in the long river of time, how calm and silent you can have, history can forget you more thoroughly. I can’t understand and understand. People are getting busier and busier, like ants. They come and go from morning till night, but forget what the purpose of being busy is. Maybe one day, people’s accelerated lifestyle, Let people become real machines. Or maybe one day, people suddenly stopped the mechanical movement, soberly, and realized what they had forgotten. Who knew it. How terrible the time was. I didn’t remember until I realized that the double ten years had passed in a hurry. It seemed that I had passed away. I didn’t remember until I was terrible that I hadn’t left a memory that I could count after getting old. I still counted few memories like a few treasures, neither vigorous nor calm as water. It was time that taught me silence, time that taught me sadness, and time that taught me to walk calmly. I am willing to be like that Photographer. Even if I become a beggar, I still hold what I love. What about beggars. I would like to be like that beggar. When he asks for money from others and others only have half of the money he expected, he can say frankly that it’s OK, then you still owe me half. I don’t know what fate is. I don’t know how life goes. The only reason for me to continue was that when I began to think about why I was alive, I was indeed alive, and I had to live. Death, when I can still think about this question after death, I will think again. If I can’t think again after death, I will be lucky and my life will save me from answering this question. This is good.

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There was once a small courtyard where lived a girl who loved dreaming. Every time in the dead of night, she entered her dream world. I like singing “Song of Youth” emotionally in the quiet night and entering the era of “home”, “spring” and “autumn. Wandering in the Grand View Garden of A Dream of Red Mansions, he murmured, “the clothes are getting wider and you will never regret it, making people Haggard for Yixiao, and always sigh at last. Chant: red crisp hands, yellow Vine Wine, …… tears are red and the shark is thin. I felt the sad love story of Tang Wan and Lu You, and shed bitter tears. Once there was a lonely night traveller, a girl who liked romance and was full of fantasy. Every time in the dead of night, she enters her fantasy world. I really want to have such a day to drift like Robinson. Traveled seas five continents. I want to see the bitter “The Old Man and the Sea” and have a romantic trip. I hope that one day I can go to Paris, France with Armand in my heart and climb the spectacular Eiffel Tower. Strolling on the romantic Champs Elysees and the beautiful Seine River. Recalling the beautiful, romantic and sad love story between Margaret and Armand together. She always held that Grimm fairy tale, expecting herself to be the Cinderella and not knowing when she could have a pair of beautiful crystal shoes. She is a girl who loves dreams and fantasies, and her mother always sighs to her: her heart is higher than heaven and her life is thinner than paper. But she still sticks to that persistence, indulged in the vast sea of books and her dream world forever.

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Last year, Mr. Mo Yan won the Nobel Prize in Literature, which marked the recognition of Chinese contemporary literature from the outside world, and also attracted the attention of Chinese people to literature. But after thinking for a while, I had not read one of Mr. Zhou’s works except that I had seen the movie Red Sorghum adapted from his novel, which was a little bit related. I felt deeply regretful and even felt a little guilty. Thinking of the year before last, Mr. Tian, a schoolmate, sent a book on literary theory of his daughter. I used to read from the PostScript first, but there were two words in the first line. Looking forward to it, once Mao Dun Literature Prize was announced, he tried hard to find the winning works to read, but then he gradually became indifferent. Even whoever won the prize and what the winning works were, they were all ignorant, even Yu du can’t remember how long he hasn’t read any novel. Less reading, especially not reading literary works, has become a natural habit. After thinking carefully, there is a sense of fear in the emotion. Once, I am like reading so much?! I was obsessed with reading when I was a child, because from this window, I could see the vast sea and sky beyond the small Ravine, but it was difficult to have books to read at that time, I remember that I borrowed an old “boxer number Dictionary” from my uncle’s family to read it all day long in desperation. Occasionally, when I borrowed a book, I was so hungry that I forgot to eat and sleep. I had to watch it when eating and walking. I read books under the kerosene lamp at night, blackened my nostrils and burnt my hair several times, grandma said that I might become an Immortal in my books all day long. After going out of the mountain village to study and work, the conditions of Reading have improved, and the horizon of reading has broadened. Reading has increased my knowledge and skills of life, I also began to feel the realm of life in enriching spiritual life. But now, why don’t I read literature?! Books are indeed expensive now. But when I went to school, I often didn’t eat breakfast and never ate snacks to save money to buy books; In, many literary works were released and listed, and I used to queue up to buy books without sleep and food. Can I compare with that time when buying books now? The present books are indeed mixed. Remember a well-known professor class referred he wrote 7 book is quite proud of, see now, scissors and paste year concocted a few books is quite common, how valuable can these pieced-up water-injection meat be? What’s more, the mixed version of good and bad indeed damaged the reputation of the work. However, despite this, the Sea of books is vast, and there are many good works that can be called classics and masterpieces, right? People nowadays are indeed busy. Life pressure everyone is very busy and tired, but it is not enough to be unable to read a book for a long time? Lu Xun said that time is like water in a sponge. As long as you are willing to squeeze, there is always time. Celebrities can squeeze out, let alone our generation? Now the cultural life is diversified, and people can choose different ways, but can that way have the aesthetic experience of feeling the beauty of words and the freedom of imagination like reading literary works? The only reason that could be explained was that the desire to read books, especially literature books, had weakened and disappeared. It is true that reading literary works is not enough. Generally speaking, Yan Ruyu in The Golden House will not hide in literary works, but literature is the mirror of social life, it is the author’s exploration of the possible living situation, the truth, goodness and beauty, the enrichment of a person’s spiritual world, the understanding of the society and the improvement of the realm, which cannot be separated from the edification of culture. While reading literary works, it should be an important way. Life needs the cultivation of sentiment and the light of truth, goodness and beauty. Don’t close the window of literature. I’m afraid that pure economic animals can’t be regarded as modern people in real sense?

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On the road of life, we are all lonely walkers, and our spiritual partners are always our souls. I feel the hardship of the journey during the trudge, and through the wind and rain, it is the twilight of the years. We use our hearts to perceive the fragrance of roses, but we just miss the season of exploring the fragrance. We just look back deeply in our eyes, and the fragrance has remained in our hearts, which is the most beautiful scenery. The marriage in the previous life, in exchange for the hand in hand in this life, has gone through all the wind and rain but never give up, there are always concerns for a lifetime, there are always countless touches, we warm each other’s cold with true feelings, those who work hard together are always the real partners. We use blessings to give back the fate we once missed, turn the drizzle into silent exhortation, and turn the silent voice into eternal blessing, which is the most beautiful touch on the road of the world of mortals. The instant stay in the world is plain and legendary. It is a footprint of different shades. Looking back silently, there are concerns, regrets, and happiness passing through your fingertips. The long thinking on the road of life and the constant waiting on the road of life are only for the eternal defense in the soul when the night falls.

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You and I don’t know how long we have been separated, but we are still standing there waiting for you. Are you still so sad on the water side, and will you always hold cups of red wine and get yourself drunk, standing at the ferry of lovesickness, I waited for you hard, making myself no longer lonely, lonely and sad. Your company was just in my dream, and countless desolate nights made my tears flow long. Back to the original point, you will not wait for me, and the ferry you and I agreed has been reduced to ashes with the wind. I am still wandering where I am, but why do you lack your promise, will you still turn back, peach blossoms bloom in March, do you still remember my gentleness, do you feel my pray, and do you still wish to stay with me. Whether the wet airflow in the afternoon can wait for your greeting, you are like a boat drifting on the confused sea, whether you see me waving your hands, whether you are for me, no longer let yourself wander, no longer let yourself drift, whether you want to stay for me or not, don’t frown, and don’t be so sad. The fallen leaves after autumn drift wildly. Without your figure and greeting, do I still have perseverance to stay at the ferry of lovesickness and really want to drink a cup of water to forget you, I will not write my sorrow any more.

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