Prose with no words ending that belongs to you and me

Prose with no words ending that belongs to you and me

I am a hedgehog. In order to love you, I pulled out every thorn on my body, and every time I pulled out one, my heart ached. But one day, you don't want this hedgehog without thorns anymore. Maybe all you have is a desire to conquer, and I am just one of your prey. Just like a cat playing with a mouse.

I want to know you and live a long life. I used to think that when the mountains and rivers dried up, I dared to say goodbye to you after experiencing lightning in winter and rain and snow in summer. Unexpectedly, when the flowers spread freely, the story has come to an end.

I walk in your direction, but you walk in my direction. Your goal is the horizon, and I am destined to be only the back? Finally, you disappeared in the direction I walked.

Two hearts together, I think I am happy and lucky; But the fate of both sides, I understand, I still don't deserve the geometric joy of this world.

I walked into you quietly, but you were so flustered that you just wanted to run away. It's not who made a mistake, but I don't want your indifference. Since you want to escape, I will let you go, because I want you to be happy, not sad, not lonely. Let me bear everything alone.

Meeting is so beautiful that it doesn't matter even if you cry and feel sad in the end. The warmth and thoughts you gave me are my ultimate comfort. I don't care that we can't fly together, as long as you don't complain, I have no regrets. After all, we had it together.

You take love and dreams away, I can't see the way out, my mind is guessed too much by you, and I can't leave any love. I already know the ending, but I still lied to myself. My heart is tied to you. It's really hard to forget you. The pain of missing is entangled in my heart, and I look forward to it day and night, but I am doomed to never have an answer. Can I only choose to make a clean break?

Love is too hard, and it is even harder to love you. It changes every day, and it's chaotic in the blink of an eye. Even if I don't love you, I love you.

This is a wordless ending. It belongs to you, it belongs to me! The sky is crying, I am crying, where are you? Love is weak, infatuation is scattered, it is best not to meet each other.

If time can stay

Life geometry, come in a hurry, go in a hurry. Life is like a clock, time is fixed in a circle. Some people think that time passes slowly, just like the hell version is suffering; However, some people feel that time passes quickly and pray for the Buddha to stay here. Yes, time really goes by like running water, both urgent and leisurely. Maybe if you can really stay, you can do something more meaningful.

If time can stay, the river will no longer flow away ... time, no matter how small it is, no matter how big it is, as small as a grain of dust, a little wind blowing is also the passage of time. Silent, without a trace ... you can hardly see its trace. In real life, the arrangement of time is like a clock. Do what you should do when you should, and never think about the time outside the clock.

Life is arranged to be full, no matter whether it is joys or sorrows, we live like this, never considering who to tell our worries, but whether we have the opportunity or time to pour out our deepest feelings. Every day, I feel that the clock uses scale to calculate time. Too long feels slow, too short feels fast. There is no need to discuss it. Why? Why? Can't you stay?

So those fools don't have to argue about it, and they don't have to feel sad and sorry for it. It's a pity that time has passed, and I will be dissatisfied if I don't go. It is better to let it flow quietly like a lake, feel the tranquility of everything in the world, and live a day without wind and rain.

If time can stay, happiness will no longer flow away ... when people are enjoying the nourishment of happiness, they will certainly pray that God will not take back the happiness that once gave them a happy time. Happiness comes from hard work, because I have experienced too much, so I want to rest; Because I feel hard-won, I cherish it even more. But no matter how to retain it, it is cruel and will not pity others. When you leave, the quicksand in the funnel is still pouring down, and the legs of the wrist clock are still flowing bit by bit. Can you give us some time?

It only takes a second to cherish it. Draw a happy clock with a pen tip, which cannot be erased or erased. Happiness that stays at this moment forever ... is an illusion! It's daydreaming! Don't forget, time is cruel and can't be kept. It will not pity you, even if you ask for it, it is not a desperate escape.

If time can stay, sadness will no longer appear ... time can stay, which may be very happy from a certain point of view, but it is not a good thing for a pessimist or someone who has been sad. They don't want time outside the clock, and neither do they. They just want it to flow away like an arrow, and they'd better never look back.

A person who has been hurt, he doesn't want to live in sorrow forever. He always wants to let the person who has hurt him go away and don't look back, so that he will be hurt again. Maybe he needs happiness outside of time, right? Is it really okay? Or it might just make him more miserable.

Does time exist outside the clock? If there is, I hope it stays, regardless of happiness or sadness, I am willing to accept it.

Bridge in hometown

I stand on the bridge that has been separated for many years, and my heart is full of ups and downs. I can't be calm for a long time. My hometown has changed, my village has changed, and the bridge to the west of the village has also changed. In my memory, this is a small bridge a little bigger than a wooden bridge, with neat wooden railings and several big characters engraved on the bridge head-Lilian Bridge. Thick piers are also very powerful. I often come here with my friends, scrambling to climb the bridge fence, standing on the pier, laughing and having fun. I am very happy. Working people sometimes get together and stand on the bridge to compete in diving. Although the movements are not very elegant, they are wonderful and often make people laugh and forget the fatigue of the day.

Every Sunday, people who go to the market, carrying goods in trolleys, follow the ox cart and walk leisurely. From time to time, I see women and girls slouching by with baskets on their shoulders. Shepherd and Cowherd lie lazily on the sunny slope beside the bridge, basking in the sun, watching horses, cattle and sheep grazing leisurely. Everything is so calm. Whenever this happens, there is always a sense of intimacy in my heart. Later, I went to my hometown in Inner Mongolia far away to go to school. I have always thought of the small bridge in the west of the village and want to see it as soon as possible.

Today, I finally returned to it. Unexpectedly, in just a few years, my hometown has changed and the bridge in my memory has disappeared. What appeared in front of me was a cement stone bridge, which was much wider than the original one. The exquisite patterns of the sculpture are small and exquisite. Two dragons are playing with pearls, two lions are flying, as if dancing and jumping on the water, and Zhang Yun is spitting fog, giving people a flickering feeling. There are four thick and solid cement piers under the bridge, and there are eight dragon-shaped protective piers on both sides of the bridge. All the golden dragons are lifelike and guarded on both sides of the bridge. The four characters of Li Lianqiao are chic and wonderful.

When I walked out of my house in the morning, I saw cars, tractors and small four-wheelers driving into the city, and they were all in a hurry to go to the market. People come and go, and the traffic is busy. The people in the car joked and greeted each other, and the laughter spread far away. At this time, the sun rose very high. Several young shepherds and calf shepherds sat on the concrete slab of the stone bridge, humming pop songs, listening to the tape recorder, watching the cattle and sheep grazing leisurely, watching the bulldozers roar in the distance, pushing one fish pond after another, and a group of people at the foot of the mountain built pigsty and built their own pig farm. Not far away, the girl who released the geese was absorbed in reading the new method of raising geese scientifically. Wild geese swam around like floating white clouds on the vast straw mat. They are not only grazing dreams, but also grazing. Everything is so calm because of their long-accumulated wishes. However, the fire in people's hearts ignited endless blue waves, passions and dreams in spring, making the soaring wings more tenacious and dancing with colorful light in the spring breeze.

My hometown has changed for many years, and so has the small bridge that has been separated for many years.

The author's anthology of North Wind and Snow

A touch of snow in Jiangnan

White snow flowers, with the earth as the background and wrapped in silver, people in the south of the Yangtze River finally found a surprise: the swaying branches are covered with heavy snow shadows, and the crystal white snow is scattered among the green leaves, which is beautiful. Under the faint white snow, the green space in the south of the Yangtze River is more charming. In a trance, there is more softness and beauty. People can find happiness and devotion in the soft world, dancing with snow, and make their mood jump with joy in the ethereal world.

One day in winter, snowflakes are falling quietly, and sometimes, the wind is crying, like a wild child, raising a lot of snow from the earth and throwing it at trees that can't escape and people who can't escape. The water in the pond, the fields in the countryside, the forests on the hills, even the flying birds, the swimming fish and the playing children are full of vitality. The snow in the plain makes life from germination to growth to maturity, hoping to freeze.

From a distance, the whole south of the Yangtze River is shrouded in a snowy artistic conception. Snow is like a touch of agility in dim colors, which makes people enchanted. That touch of light snow has a strong vitality. The nature that comes out is a deep and shallow green. Against the backdrop of white snow, Shan Ye shows the unique beauty of the south of the Yangtze River, showing the ups and downs of the magnificent. At present, the thin flocculent snow layer will sprout green grass irregularly, just like laying a fluffy blanket on the ground. In large and small lakes in the south of the Yangtze River, the faint snow shadow reflects the green lake, and the small flowers that can't bloom in all seasons grow in the lake, which is in stark contrast to the frozen snow scene with rippling water waves.

White, the true color of life, the pursuit of no regrets. Moving, revealing a thick green. A piece of white snow, light and scattered, spread out, but gradually brewing a strong vitality. Shallow white is a symbol of vitality and a prelude to the vitality of nature. The ancients said: flowers and snow are never tired of seeing with the wind, and they would rather lose the forest. The fluttering snowflakes and the snow-white world in the south of the Yangtze River can even make up for the regret that people can't enjoy the mountains and rivers and green trees. But Jiangnan people are lucky.

Love of snow seems to be a proof of Jiangnan people. I remember walking or running with a group of friends in the snow in winter when I was a child, and I had a good time. But the sound of stepping on the thick snow is really my obsession. The creaking sound jumps in nature like a note, but it has never been enjoyed since it grew up. In a sense, snow has become an imprint of the south of the Yangtze River, a solidification of people's spirit, which can be passed on, allowing people to fully participate and experience, feel and be close.

The snow in Jiangnan is always so fresh. It is a epiphyllum that blooms in winter in Jiangnan, beautiful and short-lived. Therefore, Jiangnan people always go to see the snow with the feeling of enjoying flowers, and feel extremely novel about Shan Ye who suddenly turned white overnight. Because of the snow here, it is tender, like the fluff of chicks of chickens and ducklings, lightly covered in Shan Ye. With the touch of the sun, they can't bear it. They will dissolve into clear water drops and wash out new green on the soil.

The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is always so euphemistic, which is completely different from the snow in the north. This snow, reflecting the bright sunshine and blue sky, is the yearning of many people. It's very clean here, and there are no traces of being kissed by industrial civilization. The simplicity of the countryside is extremely rich here, just like a series of snow prints in the snow, stretching away. ...

The snow in Jiangnan always gives people pure coquetry, and the winter in Jiangnan is decorated with various customs. Beautiful beyond description. This winter is not very cold, but it is still cold. After being sealed by time, it can be warmly packed in the hearts of Jiangnan people, like cold but warm wine.

The snow in the south of the Yangtze River is always suitable for aftertaste. A snowy trip will give Jiangnan a different kind of beauty. Piaoxue not only needs to be a gentle woman, but also needs masculinity and stalwart spirit to show the massiness of Jiangnan. The aftertaste is the innate unruly and sadness, happiness, sweetness and hope of Jiangnan cities. Jiangnan is preparing for the next spring and looking forward to the spring flowers in winter. ...

The moon is back, and love is eternal.

The moon on the willow tip is round bit by bit. A few days ago, I was walking in the brightness of the night, but I didn't think of the moon in my heart. Just like her faint silver light, it hasn't melted me gently. Today, on the eve of Mid-Autumn Festival, I came to the yard under the moon and saw a full moon hanging in the sky. Shallow moonlight seems to be smart, like the morning dew stroking my skirt and infiltrating my heart lake. I don't know why, but my heart is full of many ideas. Some things and people come from the heart, hazy with the clear shadow of the moon, stirring my thoughts.

When I was very young, I lived in my uncle's house, and the Mid-Autumn Festival in the countryside was the time when my married daughter went back to her mother's house to pay homage to her parents. I always climb the riverbank early and look at the distant figure. In the afternoon, when the sun went down, my aunt came from there and traveled more than 80 miles. She walked with tired legs and a warm smile on her thin face. She would stretch out her hands to me from a distance and say happily, "My baby, it's very kind of you. I've come to pick up my aunt." I am ashamed to hold her hand and follow her around with a smile. Gentle words and familiar breath, I feel like sleeping in my mother's arms. In my sweet dream, my long skirt flutters and flies to the moon in the clouds.

When I was in high school, my father sent us to a distant city to study in order to have a good future for my second sister and me. The first time I left home, I was very homesick. On the Mid-Autumn Festival that year, my sister and I received a letter from my father. At the beginning of the letter, there was a familiar font and a title: Wei Hefang was close. My sister and I burst into tears in the moonlight, as if my father's hand was gently stroking our heads and wiping away the tears I missed. That night, my mother was in tears in the theater in her hometown. Watching Cai Wenji's China plays and Cai Wenji leave her children, her mother burst into tears.

It is another Mid-Autumn Festival, and the family is eating moon cakes happily. Suddenly, someone in my hometown said that my uncle had a sudden illness, which was very serious. This father-in-law makes me anxious on the Mid-Autumn Festival night. I looked at the bright moon in the sky for the first time and prayed devoutly. I hope her perfect brilliance can shine on the people I love like Buddha and never part.

On the night of Mid-Autumn Festival, the bright moon comes every year. As time goes by, we grow up, have our own lovers and children, and have our own warm family. The most important people in my life have left me forever, my father, uncle and aunt. People far away will never come back, only missing. Please bring my warm greetings to the moon.

Tomorrow night is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and my husband is away on business. Today, he called and said, "I'm in a hurry and I'm going home for the New Year." Now I'm on my way home. Children who go to college in a certain city will definitely go home.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, there is a bright moon coming back, and human love is eternal.

If there is an encounter,

Woman. Why are you always so beautiful! Like a bright rose in the open Yuan Ye, have you learned to appreciate yourself in the cold wind?

Men. You are always pursuing! But I always miss the "past, present and future" I missed.

If one day, I am lucky enough to meet in the wind. You have a little vicissitudes of life, but he has a little hesitation.

If there is an encounter, loneliness is doomed to stop enjoying itself.

If there is an encounter, what you missed will not be missed again.

If we meet, then ... your world is his world.

However, you are still you, and I am still me.

If, if, there are not so many ifs in this world.

Su Shi and His Poetic Life

As we all know, Su Shi is little known, but when it comes to Su Dongpo, everyone may have an impression. Su Dongpo, this is the word Su Shi chose for himself, because there was a slope in the east of his hut during his relegation to the official position, so he chose Dongpo for himself in order to spur himself to the "sun".

Su Dongpo was born in Meixian County, which is now Meishan City. According to incomplete statistics, there were more than a thousand literati in Meizhou during the Song Dynasty, among whom Su Dongpo was the best. Since ancient times, there has been a "book city of eternal poetry" and a beautiful talk of "one door, three fathers and sons". Among the three fathers and sons, Su Dongpo is the most famous, successful and influential.

Speaking of Su Dongpo, this man must be a rare figure throughout the ages. For official career, he laughs, for love, he laughs and scolds, and for life, he is calm. A person with temperament, an open-minded person and an uninhibited person must be the best among the eight masters in Tang and Song Dynasties.

Su Dongpo's life experience is bumpy, and it is difficult to enter the ranks of officials. He has been promoted and demoted several times, and he is in a trance. However, such a difficult journey was also walked by the old man with crutches and sandals. After browsing the great rivers and mountains, I found that "I don't know the true face of Lushan Mountain, but I only live in this mountain", and I found that "the West Lake is better than the West Lake, and light makeup and heavy makeup are always suitable" ... In Chibi, you are "misty, looking forward to beauty and looking forward to the sky" ... The wind blew, messed up my dress, brushed my bun and couldn't stop Su Dongpo from singing: Even outside the imperial court, he was framed by traitors and lived in poverty. Looking back at the bleak place, I went home rain or shine. It's enough to be Su Like Dongpo. Talking and laughing, chic and open-minded.

I have no career, so I must have gained something, right? Some people have to say, for example, emotionally, they have been gifted scholars and beautiful women since ancient times. But I can tell you clearly that Su Dongpo is also an "absent walker" emotionally. In the sentence "Jiang Chengzi Widowed His Wife", Su Dongpo and his wife, Wang Fo, can be said to be deeply in love, and their feelings are naturally revealed in the depths. There are people who are more attached to such feelings than Li Shangyin. "A moment that should be eternal has come and gone unconsciously." There is also a comparison with Yuan Zhen's "Once the sea was difficult for water, it was amber forever". Even if Su Dongpo later chose someone else, his feelings for his dead wife have been buried in his heart. Otherwise, how could he write such a touching story? People in temperament dare to do what they dare, and love and hate each other.

Su Dongpo's life, there is a poem saying: "Ask your life achievements, Huangzhou, Huizhou and Danzhou." He is a bold poet comparable to Li Taibai, with Du Zimei's compassion and Xin Jiaxuan's courage to be the first. In Lingnan, it is also carefree. "300 lychees a day, I might as well be a Lingnan person when I grow up." In late spring, there is also the leisure of "blowing willow on the branches is few, and there is no fragrant grass on earth".

Later generations commented that Su Dongpo had Liu Chenweng: the words reached Dongpo, which were aboveboard, like poetry and prose, and the wonders of heaven and earth. There is also Yuan Mei: talented but ruthless, more interesting but less rhyme: because of his high talent, his academic ability is shallow. No knot, more rigidity and less softness: there are many people who know that things will get worse sooner or later. If I comment, it is: it is futile to read all the poems without knowing Su Dongpo.

Su Dongpo sang "Red Cliff Fu" and told us his own poems and life.