Sitting quietly on the balcony, I occasionally heard the joyful birdsong on the Orchid trees in the community. The Golden soft light shone on the extensive earth through layers of barriers, and also shot into my heart, this indicates the beginning of a new day. I closed my eyes for rest, and at the same time, I also felt the comfort brought by prestige. At this moment, I feel that my heart is extremely clear and ethereal, just like all the haze is cleared away. A little bit of moisture seeped into the atrium, and suddenly felt the vitality emitted from the inside out, the spirit was refreshed, and the mood was very comfortable! The country is so charming that it makes people feel happy and surrender!

The brain is running fast, and many warm scenes and beautiful images emerge, which are sweet, sweet, bitter, salty and mixed. Life is like this. The past has become the past. I told myself not to indulge in the memory of the past. No matter it is sweet, evil or painful, don’t let the past affect the future. With the relief, the soul gradually became empty, leaving a stone without any ripples, and many things seemed to become indifferent. Sometimes I had no choice but to protect myself-it was none of my business. I thought I could see through the world of mortals, but I didn’t know I was struggling and wandering in it. I am still me, but after the baptism of time and the precipitation of time, I lost a persistent pursuit of life.

I said I imagined the eagle traveling in the sky, free and free. In fact, the reason why Eagle has its own place in the vast sky is that it has experienced a narrow escape to cultivate his life skills, thus owning everything it wants to have. This is related to its contribution! I said I imagined the flowers, plants and trees in the nature to be quiet and peaceful without asking about the world. In fact, plants also need to experience wind and rain, cold and hot heat to see the rainbow after rain. I said I imagined the fish in the blue ocean, carefree and without care. In fact, the fish in the biota are also bound by the survival rules of the fittest who eat small fish and small fish eat shrimp in nature, and the rule of survival of the fittest ends. There is no absolute fairness, only relative, no absolute beauty, only knowing each other, no absolute love, only mutual. When thinking about it, I feel that my mind seems to be reborn after a reincarnation.

Everything only lies in the transformation of thoughts!

Everything is just your attitude towards people!

Everything has a definite number!

Many people say that fate is in their own hands, and some say that the future is in their own hands, but my little hands can’t hold fate or the future. When it comes to this, some people may want to say: then make yourself stronger. Only in this way can you be qualified to seize. Therefore, people strive hard for all their life for all kinds of qualifications. Some people have succeeded, some have failed, and some have spent their whole lives and stood still.

And my life is so plain as the Dead Sea. I used to think that as long as I keep moving forward like a galloping stream, I will meet rivers and mountains, finally it merged into the Atlantic Ocean-the endless sea. However, I lost my way halfway and couldn’t find myself.

(Ii) deep dissection and analysis of the soul, removing layers of camouflage, making a bloody heart appear in the eyes of the world, stimulating people’s eyeballs. Painters will think this is a perfect work of art, literati and poets will think this is a freehand brushwork of life, and people will think and sigh what kind of life they have experienced, only with such a shocking heart, thousands of holes. In fact, it is not terrible at all, but the process of forming a wound like a needle eye is the most frightening. Just like when you find that zhen zi does not climb out of the TV screen in front of you, but suddenly and quietly appears around you, which really makes people feel scared!

Face life with a converted heart and attitude, and you will find unexpected gains!

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Since registering the online website of prose in last October, I have also written some so-called proses one after another, and at the same time I have read more articles published by netizens; Compared with each other, the difference is obvious and I feel ashamed! In particular, the lyric words of many netizens are indeed expressing emotions in the scenery, agile and elegant; Flowers, plants, insects and fishes are attracted by emotions; Birds and beasts are also solemn and harmonious; Happiness, laughter, anger and abuse are all articles. The words looked cold, but after the author’s recombination of a colorful pen, it seemed that a pile of firewood was lit. Therefore, there should be flames, warmth and warmth, and light and light. The energy and light contained in this text may be lit by the author’s heart! On the contrary, when I look at my own words, the narration may be a little tangled, reasoning or logic is loose, especially the skills of lyric, I always feel that words are crude, my thoughts are pale, and my feelings are unconnected; Although sometimes I think I am exhausted, the effect still highlights that the strength is not enough. For example, when you write about spring, you can only think of the bright spring, but you don’t know that there is still cold spring; When you write about flowers, you can only think of Rose Peony, but you don’t know that there is opium poppy and papyrus; Curse bandits, but I can’t remember that I should praise the local tyrants at the same time; I want to sigh seriously and seriously, and I can’t send out any sadness or tears, so I often think, they are also good at reading and writing. Why is the gap so big? After careful consideration, all the reasons point to one word! Old Mr. Xin Qiji in Song dynasty had a famous saying that young people didn’t know how to worry about it. He said it very well for Fu new poems! Through reading some lyric proses of netizens, we can know that some talented young men and women can not only express their worries, but also be able to speak seriously, sorrowful, tactful and desolate, and they can usually get favorable comments, of course, I am envious of this! From this point of view, not expressing emotions, besides writing skills, a person’s age mentality is also a very important factor. The hearts of young people (especially girls) are always soft, which are easy to touch scenes and feelings, and also easy to touch the similar and similar, and easier to ponder; And people of my age, I am afraid that I am used to seeing the wind and the moon, and I look down on the cold weather. After I have experienced something, I am still calm in the face of any waves. In short, the wind and frost of the years numb my consciousness and thicken my heart, it eliminates the feeling of feeling life, and that kind of old man who is arrogant about youth is just a kind of false and romantic imagination. In fact, prose is the most difficult style to manipulate. The difficulty lies in a scattered word, just like Sanda in martial arts, which seems to have no routines, but in fact, it is difficult to recruit enemies; Lyric prose is especially difficult to serve, if you don’t have enough emotions, you will be pale, and if it is complicated, it will be rampant. Moreover, you can’t be flashy and groan without illness, otherwise, people with clear eyes will feel sick at first sight. Like the gorgeous and beautiful lyric words, I can’t learn it after all. If he has learned neither fish nor fowl, he might as well be plain, and still be me; As long as he says something, he is sincere, and old-fashioned may not be a style!

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The situation that night was like this

That was when we went back home from the city. We rode on our own and chose a road that we usually didn’t walk. We wanted to see the bridge that was being rebuilt that we hadn’t seen for a long time. I am very curious about what the communist bridge has been built now, but it is indeed inappropriate to visit it late at night. Besides, we all drank some wine.

The Dark Road can only grope forward vaguely along the light and dark ups and downs along the roadside. Before thinking about whether to go the wrong way, vehicles and lights appeared ahead. It turned out that there were still people working on the construction site in this night. The dim figure floated and the hazy light flowed, which did not arouse the excitement in my heart, but made me more nervous. That light and shadow did not comfort people, but created a bit strange atmosphere. Getting closer and closer to others, as if only a few meters away, I stared at the front, with my heart stiffened and my legs slammed, with a posture as if there were no women around. But the emptiness in the bottom of my heart has already recalled all kinds of horror stories I heard in my childhood, and even associated those people may be the embodiment of ghosts. I am such a timid person. This timidity had already been revealed from my eyes. My eyes did not dare to drift, as if they would be sucked away by some mysterious force as soon as they moved, so I stared at the front without blinking.

Finally, I passed through the crowd and headed for a smooth road. But we got lost. The fork in the road ahead was the way home. After making sure that the left side is spacious, I decided to turn left. Anyway, I don’t worry about it, just follow it aimlessly.

You drunk. He said to me fiercely. I no. Although I didn’t know what the state of drinking too much was, I still denied it decisively. Heart also irritated. Why do people who drink too much think that they drink too much? Let alone my consciousness is so clear, why don’t you say that you have drunk too much.

On the left side of the road, there was a big step which was about ten feet high. I thought I could get down to the main road on the left when I carried the car over. He asked if I needed help, and I thought I could do it myself, it’s just so high. But he also came to help me. I moved the front, he moved the back, and soon the bike and I both went up that big step, when I lift my legs, I will move my bike to the other side and jump down with it. At this time, I took a look at the opposite side of the road by accident. No, my heart was tight. The ambiguous wine suddenly woke up a lot. At the junction of light and shade on the opposite side, how could the slightly bright side be so high, is there such a big gap under my feet? This is very serious, and it is not a little ambiguous. I hurried back and the car followed me.

Really. When I withdrew and rubbed my eyes to observe the terrain again, I found that a huge downhill had already been opened up in the middle of the originally smooth road, which was the passageway below the overpass. In the middle of the turning circuit, along the downhill, I vaguely found the position where I was about to jump, which was higher than the second floor, without any protective measures.

Oh my God, it’s hard to describe how I felt at that time. My heart was trembling, and I felt that my life was on the line just now. Just a little bit worse, if I was more decisive, I would jump down and die. Who knows. Alas, it seems that indecisive action is also good, isn’t it?

But I don’t have the pleasure of picking up a life at all. What I have is just fear. This kind of nervous mood made me talk about why I had to go this way. In the dark and midnight, did you want to murder me? Just now you did it on purpose, why didn’t you push down.

This method of delusion transferring dowry has not been successful. I still upset. What emerged in my mind were some extremely frustrated images. Then in this confusion, I came to two conclusions, one of which was related to wine, and the other was the classic careful sailing of a ship for thousands of years. At such a night, I should be careful.

One day I sat in the car and tried hard to write down the thrilling story that night with my mobile phone. I was in a good mood and felt very devoted. I went back to that night selflessly, excited and nervous, very detailed description. Until I was dazzled by my mobile phone. I stop.

Forget to save. It is so annoying. I forgot that I didn’t remember my words until I turned on and off at night. I tried to search the memory and find it back, but it was not the desired smell. Feeling, sometimes it is as unpredictable as inspiration, and will suddenly pass away. Why are you so careless? Depressed, I remembered that sentence again. Be careful to drive a ship forever.

I will really use my walking time to think about something. As for what it is, I don’t know later. Anyway, it may be like thinking about things. Therefore, I was always mixed with protruding stones, uneven roads and stairs when I climbed the stairs. I reacted in a timely manner without falling down. But when I was shocked, my head suddenly tightened, to burst like.

I was very afraid of losing my wallet. I couldn’t bear that kind of loss, but I always forgot to pull the zipper of the bag when I was walking on the road. I always found that the bag was wide open and the wallet was still there after spitting out my heart.

I always do this, always carelessly. Accidentally, I couldn’t find the key; Accidentally, I copied the wrong text; Accidentally, I offended my husband and the leader; Accidentally, I got angry. So if you want to play the role of a good wife kindly and become a beautiful and gentle female teacher image, you will be angry when you are not careful. If you are not careful, you will perform a big drama of the roar of the Lion in Hedong.

A little discouraged. Always making mistakes. It seems that I can’t grasp the course of life by accident.

It’s good to be careful. Well, I understand. But, to be honest, if it weren’t for life, I would not like to be so rough.

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