Sitting in front of the table, my thoughts flew into the fog of the next day, locked between the sizes. A figure of eggs in space struggled in it, looking for the Sun of heaven and earth, thinking of you deeply printed in the sea, the casual touch of the fingertip turns the shadow into nothingness. How can the years of waiting turn into a bubble? Tears flow slowly and invade the whole body.

In the morning of early autumn, the light breeze rises and leaves fall yellow. The sharp blade of the wind blows the trees dry for a little bit of anger. The figure of life under the trees looks so lonely, relying on the trees, the busy city is located in front of us. An independent sphere is busy but not stopped. Time is easy to pass. It seems that it has been several years. A young man in full bloom has become a white-haired old man with a bent back, holding crutches, all alone. Years of hard work seem to stop there.

Walking gently in the street, stepping lightly without a trace of sound, looking for you in the past, looking for the memories of the past, drinking and pecking cups, mellow and elegant breath poured into tidal surge of emotion, the breath was coarse, you are looking hard but you are close to your eyes. The end of the tail is like the exhaustion that has been washed away for many days. Your company is the warm sun penetrating the red dust. Looking back, we once watched the flowers bloom and fall together, enjoy the sunset together, listen to the loquacious glide,……, Taste the ups and downs of life. The dream is waking up. No matter how I look for the place where you hide, I still get nothing. The nose is getting sour and the eyes are moist. An ominous feeling covers my heart. You are far away from me. The wind is rusty and the water is cold, but you don’t look back.

Time is like a flying butterfly, passing through my youth, and there is a ripple silently, wandering alone in the deserted alley, tasting the sadness you gave, walking alone through the dark and deep path of life.

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…

Bugu

Cuckoo cried a few times, but it was still the familiar, round and kind voice.

I didn’t see it. The sound came from the woods under the slope. The clear sound was round, but it seemed to be lonely and there was no response from my companions.

It was all kinds of other birds that answered it, but it was just a noisy voice. Pheasant suddenly flew up and rattled, the bird broke in garden balsam, and a bird I am familiar with but unknown, the sound is dry and boring.

The woods are already dense, just a mountain ditch is blankly crowded green. I don’t know what is in the woods. I can’t see it. But I believe that there are all kinds of things there, but suddenly they seem so far away, just like the strange and familiar world and the strange and familiar crowd in front of me.

The sky is cloudy, but it is inexplicably bright everywhere. It seems that the sunshine has squeezed through the clouds inexorably. Tomorrow will be full. Maybe the sunshine in summer is not allowed to be dark. The TTL in the distance still stood there quietly without saying a word. It seemed that it had not changed in spring, summer, autumn and winter. It must not see me, it is history, and I, an ant, is not counted.

The wind is very strong, but without dust or chill, it looks boring. It seems to want to drive me away and drive me away from this world, disappear to a place where I can’t see myself, turn into dust and blend into the clouds.

A magpie, black and white, clean, flew from the woods and landed on the branch of a locust tree. The wind blew its feathers into a whirlpool. It tried hard to fly again, trying to fall on the treetops of another tree, but it didn’t succeed. The Treetop has been blown into a whirlpool by the wind. It can’t find a place to stay. The vortex is like tens of millions of pushing hands and tens of millions of soft but Cruel whips, reject its foothold. Therefore, it had to sink into the green ocean helplessly and disappeared.

It does not call. It’s like me who sank in this sea and bowed my head all day long.

The wind is very strong. When I burn paper money for you, the wind forced me not to let me give it to you one by one. For my obstinacy, it severely burned my hand. Therefore, I had to press it with a lump of earth and burn it once. Under the mound, layers of paper money ashes were still shrinking in the wind.

I sat next to you, smoking a cigarette and whispering to you. The epidemic has been basically controlled. The children have gone to school. The baby is more sensible and taller. Last year’s clothes are smaller this year. The wind is very strong. I don’t know if you can hear it clearly. You must know when you look at us in the sky. I just came to talk to you. After that, my heart will be quiet for a few days. At that time, you did all these things, and you must not rest assured.

The wheat is already apricot. A month ago, they were hidden in the bushes and I couldn’t see them. The time passed so fast that the string of white acacia flowers had no trace, while the black brown color pods hanging on the tree were still last year’s. All of a sudden, these small elms in front of your grave are so tall. Two years ago, I didn’t see them at all.

In the evening, my baby suddenly wanted to sing cuckoo to me for no reason. I listened to his singing and couldn’t help crying.

Cuckoo is screaming,

Singing moving songs,

Singing to the sad person,

Forget everything……

Just, how can I forget it?

May 19, 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…

Phoenix mountain spring outing

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…

In fact, I started to capture you with the eyes of others who said they would hook people on the conference floor where the first freshmen registered and gathered. Until your face is slowly burning, turn your head and suddenly touch my eyes. So, when we collide burst out. Why do your eyes shine brightly but look left and right to avoid me? How can I not know the teasing of your eyes when looking at something? How could I not know how to pass me by the slight trembling and inexplicable impulse in your heart? How could I not know that you casually turned your head and scanned the class, actually looking for my true feelings surging in the last row of sleep? Don’t you know that I once wanted to write a great book about the delicate relationship between psychology and science, society and love? What can you hide from me! In fact, I know everything; Even when I invited you to see an opera with no name for the first time, my palms were sweating even when I forced your hand for the first time, even if you went to your house for the first time, your mother took a broom and rushed to the street entrance. You smiled and bent your waist upstairs. But I know that you are destined to be mine in this life, and you can’t get rid of it. Stalking is the most true noun of incontrovertible from ages to ages; In this era, the result of it is-I am in love. Love is always beautiful. I will always praise the beauty and touching of love. I don’t know how weak and unreasonable those who hate and curse love are. Even if we break up in the future, meet by chance years later, if I haven’t turned my sadness into indifference, I will invite you to walk on the cold streets for a while…… …… When I was talking to you about this, you were sleeping soundly-I thought that the tone of words was just a random expression of my chaotic mood at some moment, but who knows that you actually got better later. It’s not that I don’t know you, I just have some negligence. After all, pretending to sleep and psychological research are two different things, and your eyes are closed and pretend to be so similar; And you have already been used to the heat generated by my eyes. My friends and I live happily. As soon as the sun rises, we are full of ambition. From political and legal assets, economic management, financial and trade, single-stock futures to fashion, psychological academic, political party program, official corruption records, we can see everything; houhei is a must-read lesson after class. We have the passion of fire and flame. We have the ambition of wolves and pirates. We have already started the psychological advance training course. We are not afraid of any difficulties and setbacks. The long years are enough for us to fail and splurge. We are full of hope and infinite confidence in the future-and your arrival is the mark of the end of another chapter in my life. It’s just…… It’s just you. Why did you take me to see the sea. I’m not ready yet. I haven’t been able to use my own jet speedboat to take you on the sea and fly freely, or it is no exaggeration to lie with you on a private luxury yacht with flying bridge porthole Champagne wine rippling with the sea, the troubles and displeasure of filtering and picking up reality again-and now I am just a person who often saves breakfast for dinner. But you are not in a hurry, pull it up and I will leave. I have forgotten where to go to the sea. I only remember that when I arrived at the seaside, my eyes were a piece of blue Wang, and there was nothing else. And include the primary colors of life in the next few days. This is not over yet. In the blue, the dizziness has not faded. You smile and say, go again. So we went further into the sea. When the old cow drove like a bunch of small middle bus with a broken iron can to reach the destination, I was already torn apart by turbulence. But this time I can still see the object clearly, seeing you leaving me everywhere regardless of my life and death. My heart began a painful process, and I vaguely felt that this pain would last my whole life. Love originally had such hardships, which I didn’t expect when I deliberately chose to spend my head white in the snow and rain when you appeared, this is also what I didn’t expect when the chapter of life ended after I got you-seriously, I really don’t understand what else you can think about when you are standing at the seaside like that. But anyway, I want to make it clear to you. I know that people like you who love music art like some of nature’s blue induction or guidance, but I am deeply addicted to the world of dust and China, and I stay in the natural style and light, people who have committed severe ocean allergy. You have to understand my feelings. You will only increase my misery index and gratuitous disgust of existence by imposing me on your personal thinking. For me, walking by the sea without a trace or even a beautiful woman is not only a wonderful thing, but also a waste of the hardships and painstaking efforts of human beings to build a beautiful world for tens of millions of years. I really don’t understand why you still pursue the fun of this monochrome life in this era full of all kinds of brilliance and ten colors! Look at me and say, go to the sea in Chiwan tomorrow, where the sea is very beautiful. I answered without thinking: OK! My companion and I lived in a school hostel outside school, which was a three-story tall modern Western antique building built on a hillside left by foreigners. The facade of the building is three-section, and the base layer at the bottom is made of flat and smooth marble, with wide and thick dark red bricks stacked on it. The main building in the middle is picked out the eaves with Doric pillars, which are majestic and atmospheric. The walls, doors and windows of the whole building are Western-style, while the roof is a Chinese ancient single-eaves temple style; The carved cornices of the beast head are curled to four sides, and the ridge of the roof is arched like a cat’s back, standing on it, you can see the surging river running in the distance. However, most of the buildings are idle. Only the East Side building is used as a guest house, and there are several other school-running departments sporadically. We live in the attic at the highest level of the hostel. I often climbed up the roof and looked down at the small pond with several bright red lotus flowers floating in the center of the square below, and the shrub clusters and thick lush shade on the huge courtyard surrounded by the blue stone fence, and your shallow chiffon skirt shaking in the shadow of the tree, then your heart begins to tighten. You said I lived in such an elegant environment and could not understand the music you played. However, I was thinking that the birthdays of all my friends had already passed twice. My distant aunt had been to the hospital three times this month. What else could I prove that I was not in the dormitory. I just forgot to let them only tell you when I left. I just want to stay away from the school management-without those dense tree barriers, we can see the charm of mature young female teachers who come here to study and live here without any obstacles. You like playing the piano, and you have enrolled in a high-grade piano tutorial class after learning the course. For me, the so-called difference between low-level and high-level is the difference between being confused and confused-I have to tell you, except for the extreme dislike of natural and cultural scenery, I am even more ignorant of elegant music. I also have my own favorite music, but it is crazy to twist my body, unrestrained body, and can shake my heart and every pore without thinking ~ HI ~ Le. Your piano often makes me feel like I’m back to the swaddling era when you stretched out your little hand and babbled-no one would blame you for how you slept in that era…… So, the first time I listened to you play a tune at your house, the tune was so sad that you were in tears when it was finished. Turn around and see, but I fell asleep towards you with saliva dripping against piano cover. You cried harder. Afterwards, for a whole week, I was making an apology, writing a complaint, making a promise declaration, and vowed that I would never feel sleepy in the daytime, especially in front of you from now on, even if I just opened my mouth and yawned; otherwise, I will become a little blue turtle and let you tread for a lifetime. You should be soft-hearted. After you cry with tears and cry about the sad feeling of playing the piano to the Ox, the world love of playing the piano with Zhong Zi-Qi fold, and even the misdemeanor of the wind horse and ox who are involved in the loyalty of love, the next day, you were in front of me again. In fact, I am not too untouched about art, especially literature. Sometimes I also have one or two sentences, such as “The moon is not very round tonight, let’s draw a circle together” with the sudden inspiration of seven words of rhyme. As for the combination of literature and music, I also had the idea of writing long poems and wrote the beginning of it. Although there is only one sentence, it often makes me daydream that on the silent and vast Mongolian grassland, the bright moon is hanging high in the sky, and the moving violin is pulled up far away. Then: “Your sad singing, why…… Why…… (– Will let me hear!!!)” In fact, I also want to tell you that I have a good foundation and talent for literature. When I was a child, my teacher often praised me for my peculiar composition conception, good writing style and the style of a master. I’m just afraid that you don’t believe it, others don’t believe it, and I don’t believe it myself. 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…