Night listening

It’s rain, I can hear it.

Although raindrops are rare, it must be rain, because I heard the sound of it breaking on the window glass.

It saw the warm light in the room. It wanted to escape, but it was broken.

It must be scared and desperate. It fell into tears and flowed down, soon covered with dust.

However, it finally escaped in, into my ears and into my heart.

The wind, with a shrill cry, is also running away. In the dark night, it has nowhere to escape.

It carries fallen leaves all over the sky, and the fallen leaves have nowhere to escape. Even if they hide in a corner and look at their strangers in panic, they have nowhere to escape.

Yesterday was lunar October. The fallen leaves were not countless tears poured by relatives, with hopeless bright red bloodshot.

It was already dark, and the light, the struggling warm light, was also broken on the wall, on the ground, torn, beaten, frightened and helpless.

It was already winter, and the Sunshine gradually went far. The cold, the bitter cold poured into the wind. It wanted to escape, and it had nowhere to escape.

The tree was resisting and gritted its teeth to resist. Although it was upside down and staggered, it still resisted.

However, they no longer have bright clothes, bright laughter and upward momentum. They are pale, untidy and withered. They can’t resist the season.

It has been like this during the day today. The sky is gray. No, to be exact, it is gray in the air. The sky can no longer be seen. The sun seems to be crumpled into messy dust, while the clouds have fallen into the dust. There were fallen leaves everywhere in the street, running around without thinking, like deserters fending everywhere, sardine groups strangled by sharks, and frightened eyes of various shapes and colors. Some groups were thrown into the air, just like being thrown into the gray abyss, numb and dull, and could not return to the Earth. People did not speak, narrowed their eyes slightly, and ran away in a hurry. They were all down and out who dared not resist.

I didn’t open the window half a minute. The topsyturvy world swarmed in. Two fallen leaves rolled in, one in the co-driver, one in the back row, turned over a few times and lay there quietly, I seemed to hear their breathing.

In my world, since you left, it has always been cold and bitter with withered leaves flying. How can I take them in?

When I stopped the car, I threw them away. Before they could land, the ubiquitous whirlwind swept them away. They were wrapped in my watch and could not find any trace soon.

But now it is a dark night, with the wind whistling and whistling the devil. In the night without XINGX and moon, it is wantonly rushing with cold teardrops, with colorful falling life.

I curled up on the sofa, like a gaunt fallen leaf, like a desert island surrounded by night, tears blurred my eyes.

November 16, 2020

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) remember the past, a little more youth without any regrets

Lao Gen said: I have a new idea. Draw the scene of Nangang reservoir more carefully. Let’s remember the past and have more youth…

Silly girl

Before last October, I worked and lived in Hongqiao town. This is an ordinary small town in southern Sichuan, the only one that can highlight local characteristics…

You have to go, I will go with you

Recently, I have been listening to teacher Jiang Xun talking about a dream of Red Mansions. I really think it is quite good! He said such an interesting…

Birthday soul

I stood up and stared at the kind name on your tombstone. The warmth of the tombstone gradually dispersed. I raised my head and the sky was clean…

Liu Ma and her son

Wang Xin, the eldest son of Liu Ma, finally became a family at the age of 32, but she always felt uneasy. The ins and outs of things are really difficult…

The Gleaners under the persimmon tree

Lao Gen was silent and a little sad. He thought of Xiaofang, who had liked him when he was young. (Xiaofang: now they are educated young people who liked the countryside…

Dear husband ‘:

I have to use this method to “communicate” my thoughts with you. In order to communicate with you effectively, I want to think about it. I think that in this period of marriage, it is most appropriate to write a letter to you. Express my true feelings and thoughts.

In the one and a half years of dating with you, it has been roughly so long. My heart is ups and downs, sad and happy. Take our recent events as an example. Two days ago, I said opposite to the conservatory that I wanted to see you. In fact, I just wanted to see you. I was tired all day, Lao Zhao. Look, talk, cheer you up. Looking at your lovely charmingly naive and indifferent language, let me listen to the songs on my mobile phone. Ha ha, I sincerely like your simplicity and innocence, but at the same time, in my heart, there has been a long-standing uneasiness: in such a material society, in the cruelty of the law of the jungle, such you can shield me from the wind and rain, give me a piece of sky I yearn?? Dear Lao Zhao, although you have always said yes, I have never believed it.. (Truth)

You love me, and I love you too. We don’t question each other. This is the greatest support I want to be with you all my life. However, our thoughts, personalities and living environment are so different since childhood. I like the simplicity and kindness of rural people, which are reflected in you, but rural people like to comment on right and wrong, male chauvinism and narrow-minded, the basic image of not paying attention to others’ feelings also shines on you. When I was forced to commit suicide by reality, you were still talking about guitar, listening to music, telling me our love and our future….. (I hope these don’t hurt your self-esteem. Although you are different in the summary table and say that you have no self-esteem, in fact, I know that your self-esteem is stronger than anyone else. No harm is because you don’t care, right? Ho ho)

After seeing your contradictory complex, I have already collapsed 100 times, even thousands of times. Sometimes on the surface, more often in my rough heart. No one saw it. Do you understand my feelings? Ha ha, let me tell you, let you know the woman around you now.

Because I grew up with my grandmother, I developed my kind, weak and even introverted character. Although few people think I am introverted on the surface, my heart is often lonely and independent. After going to college and swimming in the sea of books for 16 years, I became more confident and capable, knowing what kind of life I wanted and eager for pure communication in my heart. But I also deeply know how I should live in the real society and get the material enjoyment of love I want, especially in today’s state.

To be honest, it I am contradictory to make up your mind to get married. We are so identical and sometimes so different. Without you, I would strive for my career wholeheartedly and live the material life I want by myself at my most glorious age! Because, in this society, I think material is suitable for me, just as I need it!

However, I am not optimistic about struggling with you at all, even sometimes I am afraid and sad, because besides feelings, we are so different! Because fighting together means that we will be one, and I have long believed that none of us can change anyone. At least the relatives who have developed our habits are still alive. The changes now will bring about future confrontation and greater harm. The problem is that there are still some shortcomings that belong to us and have nothing to do with others, right? No matter whether this injury is for you or for me, and my tolerance is so poor, I am ashamed but helpless, my heart is so soft that I can’t stand a little needle injury… I really hope that I think too much. What I said is all my imagination, hehe.

As you said, economy, education, all these problems, except feelings or feelings, if there were no such things to be disturbed, then I wouldn’t think so much, we are the lovers of gods and immortals. You don’t know how much this attracts me. But now I know that this is my dream! Ho Ho.

So, don’t force me, don’t force yourself, let’s all live easier, okay? As for the result, I only feel that I am so tired now, and you don’t know me so well. In order to save your time and not let you bother, I told you in writing, because when facing you, I can’t think of these. Ha ha, I just want to love you well and feel that you are too tired to live. Because I understand it, I forget myself when I love you. So, you always say that I change back and forth, can’t see through my heart, ha ha, this time you probably know something

Your favorite: lzy

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

Outer Moon

The corridor of the emergency department of the hospital was chaotic.

The patient was groaning and struggling. Relatives are anxious, sad, tired, embarrassed but helpless. Hospital reception counter of nurses asked with strict eyes and sound quality.

Only the doctor was calm, not looking up, asking two words in no hurry, knocking on the keyboard crackingly.

I will never come to this place again.

The night three and a half years ago, you were lying in the high hospital bed in this corridor, calling my name one after another, not letting me leave you half a step, you must be struggling in horror, feeling that you are sinking into the abyss. In the intensive care unit, I squatted beside your hospital bed and kept rubbing your feet. You must feel cold and numb. In the rescue bed, four or five doctors surrounded you. They drove me aside. I was full of tears, but I could only pray. I could only keep you in my heart. Besides, there is no way.

At two o’clock that morning, I looked for a doctor, who was still treating the new patient without delay, indifferent and decisive. At four o’clock in the morning that day, at this moment, you suddenly vomited, and several doctors came in a hurry to discuss the treatment plan. Give you blood, we push you to do all kinds of tests, and then wait anxiously for the results to come out.

At that time, I really thought that you would survive. You were always healthy, cheerful and kind and respectable.

I sat on the chair and looked at every place that was unforgettable, as if there were your painful face and your warm breath.

Tears poured out of my eyes, the mask was wet, and I didn’t want to take it off. Our dear elder sister sat beside me and looked at me with her eyes from time to time. She survived with you that day. She knew my mind and she must be very sad.

Big Brother-in-law suddenly felt very bad tonight. I had no choice but to come to this sad place.

Still anxiously waiting for the examination results, I walked slowly to the outside. It was very hot during the day and there was a freezing cold at night.

In the moonlight, it was my short shadow. I looked up and glanced at it. The dim gray clouds were round, big, bright, calm and cool, there seems to be a little loving looking at me.

I lowered my head. The Moon is out of the world. It has nothing to do with me, you or the chaos in the emergency room.

I knew today was the 15th day. In the evening, my baby and I were at home. Suddenly I caught a glimpse of the full moon outside the window. I looked at the calendar.

The path in the garden in front of the door is shining with pale light. It is from here that we push you to the surgical inpatient department and to the last moment of your life. At that time, the sun was very dazzling. I talked to you gently. There was a light in your eyes, and my tears were spinning in my eyes.

The impatient building building is not far away. A fan of Windows is bright, and how much pain and suffering are hidden in it.

Dark red cigarette butts are tiny and hopeless in the moonlight. No one knows that kind of struggle and despair, and the cigarette with tears, are so bitter.

Baby is alone at home. I hope he will fall asleep peacefully and have sweet dreams, just like all the people who fall asleep quietly.

May 26, 2021

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) remember the past, a little more youth without any regrets

Lao Gen said: I have a new idea. Draw the scene of Nangang reservoir more carefully. Let’s remember the past and have more youth…

Silly girl

Before last October, I worked and lived in Hongqiao town. This is an ordinary small town in southern Sichuan, the only one that can highlight local characteristics…

You have to go, I will go with you

Recently, I have been listening to teacher Jiang Xun talking about a dream of Red Mansions. I really think it is quite good! He said such an interesting…

Birthday soul

I stood up and stared at the kind name on your tombstone. The warmth of the tombstone gradually dispersed. I raised my head and the sky was clean…

Liu Ma and her son

Wang Xin, the eldest son of Liu Ma, finally became a family at the age of 32, but she always felt uneasy. The ins and outs of things are really difficult…

The Gleaners under the persimmon tree

Lao Gen was silent and a little sad. He thought of Xiaofang, who had liked him when he was young. (Xiaofang: now they are educated young people who liked the countryside…

My heart is a bird in the wilderness, and its Sky is found in your eyes.

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I didn’t meet you

I am unexamined

The sun rises east and falls West

The moon is cloudy and round

I am at the head of the world

Counting the other side of the world

I didn’t meet you

I am soulless

At two point one line every day

Looking at the empty air in a daze

The night dream began to tell

Everything tomorrow

I didn’t meet you

I am no direction

Chasing the Moon during the day

Around the Sun at night

The wild cat

Become my loneliness

After meeting you

The bell rings in the morning.

Barren land waiting for sowing

The sun has risen

Your warm body and mind begin to guide

Guide Me to Your Heart

After meeting you

My heart rose from hell to heaven

Bleeding Fingers began to play

Every song you like

When XINGX appears

I give up low-dark books.

The gorgeous summer flowers and Autumn Dew

Flower basket woven with grass

Picked for you

After meeting you

You are always smiling slightly

I think for this

I have been waiting for a long time

I am like a wild bird

In your eyes

Found its Sky

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Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…

Heavy

I know, this is an illusion.

I think I am is on a boat, upstream.

The ship was smooth without any turbulence. I put my hands on the cement railing. I couldn’t feel the coolness, but I felt the cool wind blowing through my internal organs.

I stepped on the ground with one foot on the base of the railing. I know I am is a little dizzy and my legs are numb.

The ship went up smoothly, and my eyes could even feel the scenery changing.

But I know clearly that this is an illusion.

In front is the river water, wide and calm. Rubber retaining dam is right in front of us. The lower surface of the dam is a willow tree that is not tall and slightly embarrassed, a winding shallow waterway that is easy to meet, a small variety of dirty stones, and listless.

The dam is full of water, which extends quietly not far away. It has the same ripples and seems to flow upward.

The water is not clear, but it is also clean. Nothing reflected in it. In the gray autumn day, the sun hid in the clouds. No one visited this water, even a bird.

Two pieces of willow leaf are near the water surface, dark brown, I don’t know where they come from, maybe they don’t know themselves. They look light. With their tails, they swam up hard, as if they wanted to go back to their hometown. However, they were hopeless. They were still in place, and slowly and unconsciously retreated downstream, although they are unaware of themselves.

A slender willow branch, also dark brown, slowly went down from them. Obviously, Deadwood is more intelligent.

I saw my shadow in the River Center water 20 to 30 meters away.

Last year, a few months earlier than now, I sat there.

There used to be a long sand pile. At the end of the sand pile, the river water bent over there. There were many stones there. I sat on a stone, watching the river and singing sad songs.

The sunset shone from behind. I only saw the shadow of my head. My body was covered by sand piles without any warmth.

There are also several green aquatic plants, alone and helpless, at my feet, a few small piles of spiral sand beaches, and two dead white cranes far away.

There are also dense aquatic plants near the water, and the lonely broken butterfly struggled to throw into it without trace.

And in the diversion canal near the bank, a little boy was swimming slowly and touching the Anodonta naked.

But now, all this has sunk at the bottom of the river which is not deep, together with the golden sunset, the green grass, the sad crying me, and the ordinary years.

I look at the place where you sleep. I can’t see your shadow. There are only messy houses in the world and gray days without gaps in the distance.

TTL is still there, silent. The water came from there, although it was only a small spring and a narrow shallow stream, but it was enough to drown all this. In silence, it drowned all this, submerged this time and remained unchanged.

That may be the source of happiness, but it is more sadness and farewell.

I know that I am illusion, the small garden of the riverbank, King Whyte and galsang flower blooming, colorful, with calm and cold.

I looked up to the sky, there was still no gap to find, tears flowing on my face.

September 20, 2020

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) remember the past, a little more youth without any regrets

Lao Gen said: I have a new idea. Draw the scene of Nangang reservoir more carefully. Let’s remember the past and have more youth…

Silly girl

Before last October, I worked and lived in Hongqiao town. This is an ordinary small town in southern Sichuan, the only one that can highlight local characteristics…

You have to go, I will go with you

Recently, I have been listening to teacher Jiang Xun talking about a dream of Red Mansions. I really think it is quite good! He said such an interesting…

Birthday soul

I stood up and stared at the kind name on your tombstone. The warmth of the tombstone gradually dispersed. I raised my head and the sky was clean…

Liu Ma and her son

Wang Xin, the eldest son of Liu Ma, finally became a family at the age of 32, but she always felt uneasy. The ins and outs of things are really difficult…

The Gleaners under the persimmon tree

Lao Gen was silent and a little sad. He thought of Xiaofang, who had liked him when he was young. (Xiaofang: now they are educated young people who liked the countryside…

Recall……

I remember

I said

Someone guessed that you were me.

Spiritual Love

It was funny at first

But as time flies

After too much understanding

I find more and more

My spirit

It’s really getting more and more inseparable from you

Once remembered

You told me

If I am

I want to heal you

If not

I think you are well

Look to the future

Hard work

Come on

Since it is doomed

Spiritual inseparable

Then be a confidante

Not bad

Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) Phoenix Mountain Spring Tour

After dressing up at Meiko and changing into an organic glass button suit, the hour hand of the wall clock at home has pointed to nine o’clock. I cross it with noon…

Enter June

In the singing of summer cicada, in the intoxicating evening breeze of summer, we walked into June together again. Entering this memory, we…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

Linjia Lane

Once in Linjia Lane, I passed by Yibin, because I needed to stay in Yibin for nearly 5 hours to transfer to a plane, because I was not familiar with this city…

The confusion of summer night

I couldn’t stand the heat and came to Weishui River for a walk to enjoy the cool. In the beautiful South Bank Parklands of Xianyang Lake and the natural river, it is cool…

Love story

Lover dies, lover…