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This is the Year of the Dragon again

When I first fell in love, I still had nothing. I only knew that I was a wolf from the north.

My first love failed, but I am still the same person when I carry my city bags and my jewel-like heart. I don't care that the outside world is wonderful, I just want to find the love of my life. I search, I pray, where is the direction of tomorrow? I have wandered through the four seasons and walked many 365 miles. What I miss in my heart is always my beloved hometown.

The red youth knocks and knocks, and finally has a close lover. Ah, I grew up drinking river water, and I have to pay the affection of green leaves to roots. When you see my back, I have already taken the first bus. Don't laugh at me. I am deeply attached to the small town of Luoyu. When you wake up from the spring dream of Beijing, you will understand what you want in life.

Today is the Year of the Dragon. We are together in the Year of the Dragon. I can’t write a song for you, who I love most. I have the last red rose left. I want to dedicate it to you. Please don’t. Say goodbye to me.

Obscure

The cloudy and uncertain weather for the past few days finally hit me, and I still couldn’t survive the yellow plum weather as before. In addition to catching a cold, what’s worse is that I can’t sleep at night. I’m almost a night wanderer. I don’t know when these days of pain will end.

I was flipping through the day's newspapers in my hands, with complicated politics, groaning literature, bizarre gossip news, and huge advertisements, but it was difficult to find a fresh word. I tried to fill my thirst for vision, but in the end I was disappointed with the lack of worldly affairs. What's wrong with me? I feel more and more bored, feeling dizzy and lack of energy all day long. How am I doing this? Are you really sick? Maybe! !

Press the TV remote control and get used to flipping through all the channels one by one. I rarely watch TV. I like to stare at everything and change the channel as soon as there is an advertisement. From beginning to end, from end to end. You can watch anything and watch nothing. Although I focus on the news society, I want to learn a little about the outside world. But he doesn’t refuse entertainment and gossip to relax his mind. I watch everything from "Fast Guys to Fast Girls" to "Brother Corn Zeng". However, I have absolutely no interest in idol dramas or soap operas and often skip them. The fashion channel I watch the most is the popular food program that I am most interested in. Those tempting delicacies, such as ice cream, dessert houses, special Western desserts, etc., always arouse my unlimited appetite. Usually at times like this, I run to the kitchen, open the refrigerator and start looking for something to eat. I am a woman who loves to eat. The refrigerator is always filled with various snacks, fruits and snacks. Of course, my favorite ice cream and chocolate are indispensable. At this time, I don’t think much about other things. I just eat what I like and enjoy my leisure time. I feel very happy. In fact, I am quite happy during the day. My world is neither full of melancholy nor melancholy. My true self is more plain.

Open your notebook and continue your life as a netizen: look at the various posts on major forums, look at the self-ridicule of netizens in the QQ group, read the gossip entertainment news, or download a few movies to watch Look...my space and blog are records of my mood online. It can also be said to be a diary! Because of the emptiness, the obscure days, and the far-off dreams, I like to talk to myself. I write down everything I want to say. I like this way of expression. No one in my life knows my blog address, because I don’t want to let myself have no freedom at all. Many people think that I am cold and unapproachable. In fact, I am afraid that others will see through me. I am even more afraid that others will see through everything about me. It is an embarrassment with nowhere to hide. Therefore, I refuse to be approached by anyone. Sometimes I think: If one day, I suddenly disappear, then who else will come to this place, who else will think of me? If I leave, will anyone miss me? The Internet is vast, and meeting each other is fate. Some people hit it off right away, so they become good friends as soon as they go back and forth; while some people always pass each other when they come and go, but their hearts can never meet.

If one day I disappear from the Internet, how many people will still remember me? Maybe there's no one around?

Remembering that YT has been chatting with me through QQ every day recently, saying things like how much he missed me, I laughed it off. In fact, he is not the only one who says he likes me, there are many people. It's just that I've always been sober, and I never believed a man's mouth. As for why YT wants to flirt with me? I didn't want to ask, and he wouldn't tell the truth if I asked, so I just treated it as a way to relieve my boredom. Maybe he is as lonely as me; maybe he is curious about me behind the words; maybe he is seeking excitement; maybe... there are more reasons! But he was wrong, he met a woman who was invulnerable to all kinds of poison; a woman who never believed in love at first sight; a woman who was very self-aware. She will not feel so beautiful that she is as beautiful as a fairy just because others praise her a few times; nor will she feel that she is truly outstanding in literary talent just because others call her "talented" a few times. Do you like oral pleasure? It doesn’t matter, just be happy with your mouth! Sometimes I also wonder: If I disappear one day, will he remember me? Will you miss me? I don't think so. It’s not that I don’t want to trust others, it’s just that I’ve seen too much. Many friends who have come from the Internet to live together eat, drink and have fun together when they are happy, and even call them brothers, but when they turn around, they become strangers. I am a very emotional person, both in life and on the Internet. I'm afraid of getting hurt, so I never give easily. In my opinion, online friendship or love is actually more fragile than tofu!

Dizzy, time flies by very fast, it’s already past one o’clock in the morning, forget it, stop writing, go to bed! I remembered that I passed by a bookstore a few days ago and bought a prose book. I always read it before going to bed recently. Holding it in your hand, you can see the black and white writing on the paper. Although there is no fragrance of ink, it is also interesting. I haven't felt this way for a long time. I have downloaded several books to read before, but I always feel more and more tired as I read them... It seems that it is better to read more real books. The Internet is harmful to the body, TV is harmful to the eyes, and makes people become "idiots". Only reading can make people wise and think...

Give yourself more space and make your life more colorful

With the beat of time, we are constantly busy. Gradually, in the busyness, I became numb to this habitual movement and forgot to feel the pain.

Despite this, boredom is inevitable, so we should give life more space. Even if we are busy and the sky is dark, we should not let helplessness erode our brains and control our actions, so that we can originally The life that could be revived sank into the abyss again.

I like freedom and do not like restraint, but the pace of life must not force me to pursue freedom under the pressure of life, so I must look for unlimitedness in the limited time to give my life more fun and let A win-win situation in life and work.

Grab salt

In the morning, I was awakened by a burst of phone calls. When I answered the call, it turned out to be a call from a gentleman who had just arrived at the unit. On the phone, he said anxiously, hurry up, hurry up, go buy two bags of salt. I asked, are they two small bags? I have them at home. He said no, he wanted to buy two big bags. I said there were two big bags and one hundred small bags, and he said yes.

I asked him again why he bought so much salt? Are you planning to open a salt shop? He said, there is a rush for salt outside, but you are still hiding at home and sleeping, so get up quickly and go grab salt. I said, why are you robbing so many people? How long will it take to finish eating? He said, I heard from others that there was an earthquake in Japan and the cause of nuclear radiation. Anyway, don’t ask, just go and buy salt. A friend from out of town commissioned me to buy it. He said it was in Salt is no longer available in their hometown.

Putting down the phone, I didn’t believe it. Is there really no salt available outside? Are people really grabbing salt? Still doubtful, I took the money and went out. As soon as I left the gate of the small courtyard, I heard the owner of the dealership at the door say that the salt in our store was out of stock, the salt industry company had no salt to buy, and there was no salt in the supermarket. I didn't believe it, so I hurried to the supermarket. As expected, the salt on the shelves was sold out, and people kept coming in to ask if they had any salt to buy.

I went to the vegetable market again, and asked each house one by one if they had any salt. I checked all the stores in the market, but I still couldn’t buy a pack of salt. While I was reporting the situation to my husband, the reporter from the TV station came and the police came. The reporter said, there is plenty of salt, don’t grab it, just go back. Some people yelled, "You said there is plenty of salt, but where is the salt? We need to buy it now." Remember, all supermarkets and stores are now out of stock. We have organized special personnel and cars to restock. A large amount of salt will enter the market in the afternoon. Don't panic. Go back.

Slowly, with the persuasion of reporters and the evacuation of the police, the market slowly returned to normal.

Dongting Rain

If everyone has a pair of wings, who can find the memory of flying? I am in the corner where no one wants to stay, looking forward to that miracle. The water in Dongting flows all the year round, condensed with the tears of homesick people. I floated back and forth in a boat in the lake, waiting for you to gently pick me up. It is the return of another rainy season in Dongting every year, and another secret is transformed into another secret hidden in the dust. Our agreement has long been deviated, and everything is not on its original track. Dongting is the return of the rainy season again every year. My existence has changed from the lonely image of the original. How can I continue the ending in my dream? When I wake up, I hear the Dongting rain again.

If you are like the wind

Close your eyes and isolate all your emotions. The empty streets and darkness fill every scene. Quietly brushing past the traces of passage, some dreamlike beauty, like lights and fires, disappeared into the lonely sea of ??people.

If you become popular, where can I find you?

What is always echoing in my ears are the old words. When I raise my head, the scenery suddenly flashes by, just like the paintbrush in my hand yesterday, which can no longer depict the familiar you. A kind of persistent waiting has lost my Qiyue whispers, and the years have taken away my dreams and you like the wind.

The annual rings are like the seven shining stars in the sky, constantly rotating the footsteps of life. I have been searching for them in the sea of ??people, and my past has passed by in a hurry. Maybe a stranger to you.

The flowing water is ethereal and ethereal. If you become the wind, you will not be able to catch the dreamy clouds. Your obsession supports the sea of ??people to search alone, but you whisper that the wind passes by without a trace.

The wind passes without a shadow, so realistic. Tears blurred you, and you wanted to reach out and grab the traces on the street corner. After the wind passed, there was only a place of sadness, and your clenched palm was just a handful of scattered air, with no future or past.

The wind passes without a trace, we are just willful children, facing fate with a stubborn attitude, it turns out. I see.

If you become the wind, the wind will pass by without a shadow, and the stars will change. So, we are lost in the rush of time, and then the original friendship is washed away by the running water, so the life lines are parallel.

Think more, use the rest of your life to turn into morning cooking and rain, and accompany the wind with a happy life; think more, turn your life into the drooping leaves of an ancient tree, and be beautiful with the wind; think more, think more , doing everything to look for traces of the breeze chasing the flowing water. However, I am powerless, I am just me - a person forgotten in the whine of the wind.

Impression·June

June opens the window of the season, with little green spots, like smoke and poetry, swaying gently. As time goes by, some old things come to mind, and there is a sense of sadness in the sky. I stretched my fingers out the window, wanting to touch a drop of full moisture, but my hands were filled with fragrance. In the innocent years, an old dream drifts away in the warm summer night. The breeze on the sleeves collected the tranquil fragrance of flowers and scattered it in the depths of the night. Feeling all the way, sorting out all the way, playing an empty flute and playing small words, how many thoughts of the past were revealed. A gust of wind blew by carelessly, quietly drenching away the scattered melancholy, leaving only a few mottled patches. Follow the thread of memory and read the past. Picking up those passing years indifferently, a lost heart is as misty as mist. A curtain of rain and mist is as quiet as willow silk, but it is wanton and scattered. The blue sky spreads out, and occasionally a few white clouds appear light and elegant. It makes people feel faraway and full of emotions.

The willow silk has already stirred up the feelings of summer, and the dazzling sunshine captured the colors of butterflies and flowers. Presumably, the cicada is about to climb the tree, because this country singer knows well that "a loud voice leads to a distant place"; presumably, the little lotus in his hometown will also show its sharp corners, and the dragonfly will quietly stand on the top of the lotus. On. The love for lotus is not due to the elegant lotus held in the hands of the legendary and beautiful Lotus Fairy. It is not because of the noble quality of "the lotus comes out of the mud but is not stained, washes the water in the clear ripples without being evil, is straight in the middle and has no vines or branches, the fragrance is far away and clear, and it is planted quietly". The love for Dutch is not love at first sight, nor does it develop over time, but happens naturally and unconsciously. I silently admired the graceful green leaves of the lotus, with a little joy in my heart. Take a closer look at the green and beautiful lotus leaves. The lovely lotus leaves are layered on top of each other, and the green lotus leaves exude a light lotus fragrance. The gentle and beautiful lotus is in bud, standing tall and blooming with a moving smile. The poetic jade-leaf lotus quietly touches my heart like a beauty. With its green leaves and red flowers, the lotus forms a colorful and graceful style, and has been praised by literati of the past dynasties as "the beauty with green cover". Unlike the beauties in the world, the beauty of lotus is natural beauty, natural beauty without any artificial decoration. Li Bai's poem "Clear water produces hibiscus, and the natural carvings are removed" vividly summarizes this characteristic of the lotus. Not only that, the lotus is also called the "gentleman among flowers" by many poets because of its character of "coming out of the mud but not staining". They often use it as a metaphor to praise those who are unwilling to go with the world and have high moral integrity. The fragrance of lotus has a kind of nobility in its richness, which is incomparable to other flowers in water. The firm quality of lotus is not like duckweed drifting with the tide, which can come and go by itself. "The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red." This is the most authentic and true portrayal of the lotus. The wind blows through the lotus leaves and the sound of dew falling in the quiet morning penetrates the impetuous mind layer by layer, leaving only the sound of footsteps in the silent empty valley and the fragrance filling the air.