Happy emotional log in my dream

That summer, you approached me in the scorching sun, and with a deep affection and warmth, you planted a romantic complex in my heart; The clear mountain breeze has your greetings. I can feel your warmth whenever the wind blows gently on my cheek. The warm breeze seems to blow into my heart and make my heart start to ripple. The green grass records your deep feelings, and the green on every leaf always shakes my heart unconsciously; Two lines of footprints measure our mental journey. Footprints write our hearts and collect moving stories in places far away from the crowd.

That kind of day is a happy day. That time is full of intoxicating fragrance. At that time, you can forget your troubles, forget your troubles and forget all your unhappiness.

I like to wait for your expectation in the shade in the morning. I like sitting in the sun with you and chatting easily. I like walking slowly at dusk and sunset, and I like the happiness of counting stars with you at night.

Now, you have become a distant place in your life. In my dream, only the time that accompanied me and those frozen pictures accompanied me. Late at night in autumn rain, I listen to the sound of raindrops, breathe the humid air and miss you. My heart can still feel your temperature.

I really want to see you again, feel our morning and evening together, appreciate our plants, trees and flowers, taste our whispers, sing and dance together.

There is a spark in your eyes, which has ignited the stove that has long been extinguished in my heart. The jumping spark is our beating heart, and the same notes are played in the drums. The melody of love is an eternal topic, and the happiness in those dreams is an eternal memory of my life.

He is sad, so I can only pretend to be smart and make his favorite tofu. ...

I secretly read Xiao Bai's diary, only to find that he loves her so much. I really don't know if I can do it for a while. Between the lines, although there are no flowery words or too fancy intimacy, every sentence makes people feel long and deep love. There is no denying that he has really grown up. Even sometimes it seems that he is an elder brother. I read an article about the love that the parents of the noodle team opposed before, and constantly stressed that you should never give up your lover because of your parents' opposition, if you really believe that it is love.

I saw him working hard, and he hoped she would stick to it. He needs him to give her two years, and when we are both grown up, he will go back and marry him when he has enough capital. But as for her, it seems that she has completely given up. He was sad, angry and said malicious words, and then he hid in his room and slept quietly. Did he cry? I didn't see it. Even if I knew, I wouldn't admit it. But I know that he is weak and sad to death. I can't help it I'm not a fortune teller on the overpass, I just know his current situation. Because I am his sister and my own sister.

What shall we do? As a sister, I can't help at the moment. Because when we face feelings, we are all in a mess. But I still want to say that what I say never counts, believe it or not. And now I won't say anything like you don't regret it, so I'd better be practical and let time prove it.

Who else can you love?

I'm almost seventeen years old, and I haven't experienced love or unforgettable love in these seventeen years, so in my world, affection is red blood cells, which are all the nutrients that red blood cells make me live on, but red blood cells are gradually decreasing, so they are decreasing. It can't care about my heart that needs blood to beat. My ignorant heart is still beating hard: Dong. Knock on the door. Knock on the door. It hurts to contract hard again and again. It really hurts. I didn't expect to feel this feeling in this season of youth flooding. It seems that youth has experienced these things without regret. I don't know what affection is, whether it is a caring word, a new T-shirt or a hundred dollars pocket money. My good feelings become simple and clear, clear at a glance. Maybe I didn't know what kinship was measured by before, but now I may know. Has become valuable, and the value is too fast. It's like riding a roller coaster to the nearest place in the sky, which means that the centrifugal force of landing will make your heart ache. In my opinion, it is very worthless, and I always feel sorry for a little thing, but no matter how many holes there are in the water tank, it will dry up one day. I am a dreamer. Fantasy is very common in my season, and I didn't imagine how wonderful it would be. I fantasize that there will be a real family relationship in front of me, because I am really on the verge of collapse. I can't stand a family with a warm appearance and even all the beautiful words you can think of. In fact, it is not beautiful, and there is no harmony and warmth. Everyone is an actor, and I also learned to act. But I was too involved in the play, and my life in In the Mood for Love was implanted in my mind. I can't tell what is true and what is false. I don't know who else to love.

In the past, there was no substitute-exclusive release.

If the loss is painful, are you afraid to pay for it?

If falling is bitter, do you still want happiness?

If confusion is bitter, should it start or end?

If the pursuit is bitter, is it strong or stubborn?

If separation is painful, who do you complain to?

If the promise is bitter, should it reveal the truth?

If infatuation is bitter, is there anything wrong with love?

If love is bitter, where is the true love in this world?

In these bits and pieces, there are our memories.

I still remember those memories clearly.

I still haven't forgotten those past events.

The person I like, in this life, you are enough. ...

I am a post-90s generation. Sometimes I am afraid of being quiet, but I like being quiet.

Dong Bo Dong Bo, let go.

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A very lonely person

The world is strange. Everyone wears a mask, but they are willing to open their inner world to strangers. No one on the internet knows who you are, your past and present. There is no danger without intersection in life.

I like reading literary and artistic blog posts. There is no good or bad article, painting or photo, only you like it or not.

I really don't like what Mr. Murong said. This is my first impression. His words are gorgeous but obscure. However, he seems very willing to communicate with me, and became friends after adding QQ. QQ is a boring thing, which makes two unrelated people become friends inexplicably. This friend is virtual. But at that time, I didn't know.

Chatting for a long time will naturally reveal some basic information of the other party. Mu Rong is a man who loves literature. Although he only graduated from high school, he was very self-motivated and got two university degrees through self-study. But these two degrees didn't help him. He is a driver by profession.

Mu Rong's wife is a very strong woman, and her income is much higher than his. He naturally has no place in the family. He has a strong self-esteem and always quarrels with his wife. The screen doesn't want to live like this for a lifetime. Although youth is far away, the dream of youth still burns in my heart. He wants to work in Shenzhen. Ask me if I can help. I am an incompetent person, but I introduced him to a job as a container truck driver of a transportation company run by a friend. "This job is very hard and tiring, and ordinary young people can't hold on to it," my friend told me. I told Mu Rong: I can only introduce this kind of job to him, but if I insist on getting familiar with the environment in Shenzhen first, there will always be opportunities. Shenzhen is a magical city. A year ago, he was penniless, and a year later, he may be worth millions. There are many such stories.

Mu Rong has never been to Shenzhen.

Then by chance, I saw his photo on the Internet. He is a civil servant with a great position.

After learning his true identity, we were very unnatural. But I feel that he is happy to see my shock.

He goes online less and less, once a few months. The topic of our chat is mainly the trivial things in life. He won't talk to me because of the topic of work, and we can't talk about current affairs.

I once talked to him about Han Han and found that he hated this man very much. This may be the real idea of all civil servants. I understand, too. Thanks to the system, I have the opportunity to rise to the top. Of course, thanks to the government, I'm a fart and I didn't get any benefits. The ideological realm is far apart.

My bloggers are all "freaks", and Murong is the weirdest one. He is very eager to talk and care, even if it is virtual care.

I haven't seen him online for a long time, and I often think of this person. After all, we used to be "good friends" who talked about everything.

I saw him on the Internet a few months ago and asked me, "How is your mother now?"

The same words of concern can warm people's hearts and make people's backs cold. By this time, my mother had died for five months, and I told him about her death.

I am an outspoken person, and I can't help expressing disgust at his hypocritical concern. MuRong was so embarrassed that he left from embarrassment and never saw him again.

The older people get, the less willing they are to express affirmation and negation to people and things. I still believe that Mr. Murong is a kind and simple person. It's just that he has the characteristics of all officials: he always talks at the airport and cares about people instinctively, but he can't remember what he said and what others said. ...

after dark

Wandering away, or stopping or staying … when the familiar is quiet, when the quiet is unfamiliar, my heart stays on the sentence "I'm sorry …", thinking for a long time, and finally, I choose to delete that mood …

I still don't understand, I don't understand what the so-called "I'm sorry ..." really means.

I want to close my eyes, hide my fading persistence and hide my new distraction; Want to stop, want to hide the peace that gradually disappears under your feet, want to hide the frivolous light that rises under your feet …

See through the world, but I don't know that I can't always see through myself; I have seen through the world, but I don't know, but I don't know, and I can't see through people. My thoughts are floating in the night sky, regardless of the passage of time, knowing that the sky can't leave our traces, but we still can't take them with us, and what we can't get through will still pass …

Quiet, hiding, because we all begin to acquiesce and drift away, and the silence and sadness in the world are together, so more often I will only walk alone!

After the night, it's dawn again …

Lan Lian

I don't know when I began to be infatuated with orchids. It was a feeling that the nature of sending flowers blended with life. She is fresh and refined, just like a holy girl, quietly blooming in her corner.

Every time I appreciate orchids, I always hold my breath for fear of disturbing her purity. But I still can't help secretly and greedily sucking her fragrance, as if an alcoholic could not bear to throw away a drop of good wine. Her green branches danced with the wind, and the flowers came into my eyes with shy and light steps. The white gauze fluttered with the wind, and the budding buds bloomed beautifully under the escort of the Green Army, emitting a faint fragrance.

Orchids are fresh and elegant, noble and refined. Qu Yuan compared a gentleman to an orchid. Yes, a man should be like an orchid. He should be tolerant of loneliness, quiet and far-reaching. Small flowers bloom in sparsely populated places, and they also bloom themselves. We can see that she is not tired of the world, just for her own heart. But how many people really did it?

Selected Works of Writer Luo Lu