King future

This is the brother of the King’s future. In this article, I will continue to talk about some of my things. I remember in the previous article, I said that apart from spending my own thoughts on writing articles, the most important thing is to be willing to move the true feelings. Of course, people who only know how to move the true feelings may not be able to write a good moving chapter. For this reason, I have always wanted to write some of my own “Writing Tips”. However, for various reasons, or the most important thing is that there are many writing masters here, so there is no dog-tail mink playing the piano. Talk about your efforts in this period of time.

First of all, I want to say that whether a person is mediocre or not does not depend on his intelligence quotient or his appearance, but on his willingness or willingness to be mediocre. I mean, thought decides everything. If you don’t want to be really mediocre, then you won’t be mediocre. So I say I am a non-mediocre person. But I used to be a very mediocre person. I don’t know whether it is talent or acquired The Day After Tomorrow. I will be very anxious and worried about my future in an unpromising period. Now I have figured out why. I am dissatisfied with the status quo. But later, I was lifted up by others, and I was still not satisfied. Why? Because I understand that it is the most important thing to have certain strength. But what others think of you is a hypocritical thing. Therefore, when some of my ideals are not achieved, I will be very anxious (fortunately, there is no anxiety). Maybe you won’t understand the extent of my current situation. I said that whenever I celebrate the new year, when others are immersed in the wine pool and meat forest, I will feel very uncomfortable and almost shed tears, you will understand how much I wanted to be an ordinary person at that time. However, you will say without fear that I am an ordinary person. I really say so, then I congratulate you! But is it really ordinary? I think ordinary people are really important, and that person is also very happy. Just like we have a solid earth, don’t you think? I advise those who are arrogant or have vague self-knowledge to reexamine themselves. After all, it will be too late when you fall to the swamp. You see, let yourself and others, I see, To be an ordinary person does not need high IQ, because my IQ is not high, even basically hard to say, but through my long-term efforts, I still completed my wish.

In fact, ordinary is very important. However, contentment is also important. Otherwise, Ah Q will not civilize the world. I mean, those who have ideals and goals all day long are ordinary people. This is my personal opinion. Of course, for those people who live in a muddle all day long, I said that you thought you were ordinary and couldn’t help overdoing yourself. Therefore, we should be content in some places while never be satisfied in some places.

Recently, I have been trying to write something close to the poem. Fortunately, some people have been recognized and passed. I’m glad. But I am not satisfied. Because I know the standard very well. After all, I have read a lot of good things. My position is also very clear. I believe that my poems will be better later. However, it is difficult to improve greatly at present. After all, without superior guidance, there will be many blind spots in self-cultivation. Besides, I want to write a prose of 100,000 words which belongs to my own style. Unfortunately, when I wrote 30,000 words, I ran aground because of my lack of ability. However, I will spend a lot of time thinking to complete it. But still that sentence, don’t expect, I will never be there.

In fact, at the beginning of writing, I am written very attentively. However, I can’t hold on for a long time after writing more than 5000 words. But I still persisted for many days.

Day by day. People say that you should live a good life. I think it makes sense. In fact, to put it bluntly, we should pay attention to strategies when living. As the proverb says, then we have to do so. Otherwise, the days will become darker and darker. Of course, what should our Earth do without paying attention to strategies? Let’s take our writing as an example. We don’t pay attention to strategies, and we are making romantic feelings at random!

In the words of the past few months, I said that I would write a lot of articles, but I didn’t forget. I believe that when I am free at the end of the year, I will truthfully present them to you. At present, I can only say that the king is in the future.

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2013.02.17 2013.02.18 2013.02.22 with whom in the small town entrance and other friends, I ordered cigarette, he gazed thoughtfully at road trance. Vehicles come and go, people in a hurry. At that moment, I missed this small city unprecedentedly. At that time, I thought that I had to leave this small town to study in other places with four days left, but I couldn’t hold back at once and burst into tears. Zhang Yuan sang sadly in “hurting the city”. The City Without You is a cold Diamond. You wrote a similar sentence on your microblog that a city without you is a barren city. Not only once and a half times, you said a long time ago that I felt very uncomfortable when I thought of going to study in other places. I am not. Staying by your side or you staying by my side is my greatest dream in my life. If I can’t hold your hand, kiss your cheek or hug your body, any journey I have is nothing more than a sad wandering. Maybe we should be optimistic, even if we just comfort ourselves: leaving is just for a better return in the future. In TV plays or movies, if the hero wants to leave a city, the heroine will certainly send away a ship, a long-distance passenger car and a flight with tears. But you didn’t come to see me off. I don’t mean to blame you. I know that you must have your reasons for doing so. Maybe you don’t want me to be tied up in a circle. This is only the first parting, and we will experience more and more departures in the future. But these departures are just short-lived, and their existence is only to pave the eternal debut. One day, there will be no parting between us. For the last trip back, I will definitely come on the colorful clouds and put on a wedding dress for you. As long as you are willing to wait, because of your waiting, I will set foot on my return one day. Recalling the initial acquaintance in 2013.02.23 and a series of events that followed, I thought it was a game carefully arranged by fate, which was linked with each other. Once it fell in, it would be doomed. When I found out, everything was already too late, like a mouse walking into the huge steel maze, and could no longer escape. In fact, even if I can escape, I am not willing to escape. I would rather sink into this situation than lose you. You and I both know that what we can give to each other is no longer the best of ourselves. What I want to give you the best is just self-deception. You have been ridged with holes, and I am also bloody. It would be great if you could give all the rest to you and leave the rest to you for safekeeping. Wish years static good. To be honest, I am unwilling. I have complained about the unfairness of fate more than once. Why can your predecessors participate in your past, get your first hand, first kiss, first hug, first blush, first spoiled, first tears, first dream, however, I can only get the second time, the third time, the fourth time, I don’t know how many times, and even some of them are likely to never get it. I dare say that I will love you more than any of your predecessors. Why does fate treat me like this. A man who abandons you can get something, why can’t I get it. Of course, I am almost the same. In this respect, you and I may just be between Bo Zhong. But on second thought, I would thank the fate for its design. Maybe we met earlier or later, then now all the intimacy will disappear. Passing by, I became a stranger. Only when you meet each other at that time can Everything follow up. More importantly, although fate didn’t let me participate in your past, it gave me the right to step into your future. So I think your predecessors are very pitiful. They only belong to your past, and they don’t belong to your future. Nothing can be more precious than the future. Money, power, status, health, kinship, friendship, love and so on, if there is no future as the medium to continue, it is like lacking the fuel of oxygen, which is meaningless. When I decide to give you the future, when you decide to entrust the future to me, I will no longer value your past. No matter how good you treated someone in the past, how many sweet words you said, how many times you kissed, how many times you cried for him, how many nights you dreamed of him, it has nothing to do with us now and in the future. Let the past be the past and look forward to the future with the future. This is what I want to say.

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The net of memory converges the scissors of reality. The cruelty of reality is a clumsy tailor, cutting the beautiful picture in memory! The beautiful picture in memory is like a dream. Standing on the bank of the river which has been far away from home for years, you can see the scene, the appearance of the river and the appearance of Hailai River. You can feel that it is a river and the old traces left on both sides. A tiny stream of water sobbed, like a bright red blood flowing out of the eyes of the Earth. The cold front like red blood pierced my heart. The river on my face is more turbulent than it. Every river has a story. The splashing spray is innocent and naughty faces one by one. The Naughty Boy is like a fish, hiding in the water, a distance of ten meters away, sliding like a Loach, a group of naughty children are very like a group of wild ducks, the happy river water, jumping off the array of innocent. A Trichosanthes tree with the shape of rainbow is about three meters high, stretching out of the River diagonally, and there are two branches of Sapium trees beside it, which are about five meters high from the water surface. These three trees, it is the dream of a group of naughty children, jumping into the dream of becoming the world diving champion in the Olympic Games. The river is slowly, gentle and strict encouragement: jump down bravely, jump, fly into the dream. The immature figures climbed up the trees one by one, and the ugly and inferior posture was more like the shadow of broken dreams. They sank down, rapidly sank down, and bloomed a piece of water. Occasionally, some people, with a long bitter face, rubbed their red belly which was beaten by the water with their hands, burst of mocking laughter spinning in the water. The river reluctantly shook its head, gently touching and kneading this clumsy urchin. The song of laughter floated from the tree again! A piece of Cyan Stone, two pieces of red stone, about 1.5 meters long, sleeping on the shore. The Moss is dark, and little silt solidifies on it, like the freckles on the old man’s face. It is also like a string of tears criticizing the endless greed of human nature. A tube of spring water as big as tears, wailing and wailing like abandoned babies, logging off the source, how long can it last under the hot sunlight? Leaving traces of the river. Maybe the dust covered its appearance in a flash. The story of this river can only flow in dictation. Beautiful and clear. Wishes! Memory will forget this river. Dragonflies remember it, frogs remember it, trees growing along the river and bamboos growing along the river remember it. The epitaph they gave to the River: it was called the river, but it died in the hot sun. The birds among the flying trees and bamboo branches also gave a hint of sadness, wailing over the river. Once, the fathers of the birds planted the beauty of this river for their hearts: on the shore, there were always beautiful and kind girls playing with clothes, telling sweet stories in their hearts. A group of young daughters-in-law, using the wooden mallets in their hands on the rocks, sorted out the tedious days. Under the peaceful expectation, the smooth skin grew into streams, knock out an eternal village. Still waters run deep life more! Groups of water ducks swam among the cloud trees and bamboo shadows. Naughty fish kissed their flippers, and then ran away as fast as possible with the strength of breast-feeding. The Kingfisher stood in a quiet corner, patrolling its country as a king, singing the vitality of the morning, treasuring the colorful clouds in the western sky and whispering about the new first month of April. ,,, the network of memory meets the sharp scissors of reality, the broken picture! The river like tears and a flickering lamp are about to disappear in the oral description. 2013.5.3

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Sparrows are writing poems in the wheat field in the south of the balcony. They are Twittering to describe the story of wheat, starting from the green fruit of wheat to the golden yellow of wheat. I couldn’t understand the meaning of their poems, so I sat on the balcony and watched quietly. I took the cans of herbal tea in my hand and poured cool liquid into my mouth from time to time. The sweet taste made the Sparrow look like I was very leisurely, and I had to talk about it again, they disturbed my leisure with jealous words, and harassed my purity with their usual tricks. I was no longer that impulsive girl, holding a contemptuous expression for any gossip. Maybe they can also be seen, but I can’t feel how much contempt I have for them in my heart. Sparrows were dancing in the wheat field. They thought themselves as their land of three hectares and didn’t give me a chance to speak. Actually, I really didn’t want to speak. I just wanted to see their respective gestures, either beautiful or ugly. I stood up and stretched out my head out of the screen window of the balcony. I saw the Yang Xu of may hanging on the wheat tip, and the whispers of snowflakes were floating in the air, while the hibiscus and begonia flowers on my balcony were blooming three more gorgeous, red as Blood. Red makes me feel afraid, and makes my mind show the night when flowers are destroyed. I shifted my sight, delighted by the graceful beauty of Yan Zi Lan and the exuberance of lemon trees. They were my friends when I was leisurely. I always took care of them carefully, just like taking care of my heart. I am an absent-minded woman, she slipped into the distance when she looked at her thinking, and let herself fall into the thought of nothing. Often the sight becomes frozen when you don’t pay attention to it. Thoughts slip away, souls slip away, and even the noise of the world of mortals disappears. If it weren’t for the constant ringing of the mobile phone, my soul would not know when to come back to me. Who harassed me when I didn’t arrive at work. I am tired of these uninvited guests who disturb my retreat. I picked up a customer who wanted a garbage bag. I asked her to go to work and find me in my office, so I hung up the phone. My office is less than 50 meters away from the family building, and I won’t be late for work if I step on it. The newly-built family building is too cold. The indoor temperature is a few degrees lower than that of the outside. When entering the house, you need to change into spring clothes, and you can wear skirts outside. I took the small bag in my hand, found the key, installed the mobile phone, put the trench coat in the bedroom, walked to the door, took off the high heels from the shoe rack and changed them, opened the door, locked the door, and walked down the stairs quack. A whirlwind in the corridor blew Yang Xu’s gentleness to my mouth and nose, feeling uncomfortable, I quickly covered my mouth and nose with my hands. This disgusting Yang Xu floated everywhere, accidentally inhaling into the heart, causing discomfort in the lungs. The tenderness of spring has passed, and the heat of summer is coming soon. I don’t know what this summer will look like and what kind of flowers will bloom best. What kind of birds will quarrel again, but my mood is no longer disturbed by any bird in the past.

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