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The sky is calm, how can you walk gracefully and calmly!

Time: 2015-05-10 Source: Original Editor: Love Reading: Times

天空凝情,怎能走的优雅从容!



The sky is calm, how can you walk gracefully and calmly!


By Jin Huanlu


Heaven, gloomy, Xiaoxiao rain, cold wind everywhere at this time occupied the home court. The mood is like this changing sky, with sadness and brightness,
Yesterday was obviously sunny, but today it suddenly rained lightly, and the temperature dropped several degrees. This is the weather in the early spring in the north. Like a child's moody face, it changes. Like a dystocia mother who experiences pain and tangles, she always has to go through a period of trouble to successfully give birth to her baby. Isn't this the case this spring, with a longing for nostalgia for the winter, reluctantly long overdue, and occasionally playing a little temper to test whether or not you can attract people to see. But no matter what, the kind people do n’t bother and care about her displeasure, because this time every year, this is a beautiful and tangled real life.
Yesterday, I met a few old classmates whom I hadn't seen for a few years. The old classmates said more than once: "We are all old!" From her sad tone, it is not difficult to feel the nostalgia and reluctance to youth. I said, "I am old when I am old. I cannot defy the laws of nature. As long as I have a good attitude, I am afraid that I am not old." In fact, man and nature are the same. There must be a natural reincarnation of seasonal changes. This morning, it was reported in the news that earthquakes of magnitude 5.8 and magnitude 4.5 occurred in Inner Mongolia and Gansu, respectively. This shows that life is not as calm as we imagined, and it is bound to happen at different times and at different nodes. The law of nature is so much so, let alone a thoughtful man!
The rainy sky always looks a little melancholic. Gently I walked in the misty rain and mist of the season, with wet sadness and inexplicable sadness to follow the fleeting good times. At this moment, I want to freeze the hands of time to yesterday, listen to your happiness, and look at your old smile. Today, the past has become a memory flowing in my mind, and I tried hard to retain and didn't catch the rushing past every minute. So, despite the ruthless passing of the calendar of time, the pace of the years is still in a hurry, and I am gradually lost in this rain.
I ca n’t remember when I started, I am used to reading sadness alone, silently, I am used to picking up my cloudy mood, and my thoughts are quietly blooming in loneliness. I write the sorrow of the fragile heart and the strong sorrow, and gently soften my heart into the warmth. The ocean, the hope that spills over the ground, cherishes the beautiful yearning. It is often said that falling flowers have no trace of affection, and it is difficult to find the bee you love after missing the flowering period. I want to let that beautiful memory stay in the flowering season, entwin the tenderness of whispers in my ears, and let the carelessness of the fingers be in my heart. I unknowingly forgot what year it is tonight, and I remember the swallow dance a few times in front of the window and the hazy mood under the moon. In the joyful surprise, the rain and rain never stopped ...
On those days with temperature, it seems to burn my sad eyes, and I immediately feel that my body temperature has reached a high fever. The bleak wind and the torrential rain wet my hair and blow away my memory. I still Don't want to miss the beauty that was before me. There is a unique knot in the silent days. I often think that if the old age never grows old, it will stimulate the youth's wheat field; if the peach blossoms are no longer withering, they will kiss the fragrance without a doubt, if I still look like that year, it will be How happy. Now, all hopes have become dreams, all expectations are almost dim. Let time wander with our thoughts! Seal the missed days and give them to the treasures. I do n’t know what will happen in the future, but I just want everything to be as good as ever. I do n’t want to see familiar people become strangers. I would like to quietly read the desolation at this time alone, not to let The person who likes thinks about the same sadness.
Maybe, those unsolvable problems can only be left for time to compensate. When every night is quiet, on every moody day, and every time you think of you, edit the unsolved problems into a password to unlock the mind . The misty rain and misty scenery is still there, and many of the people you meet can have a few, and it has become more difficult to touch the dust on the memory title page. My thoughts have been painful for countless days, and my dreams have spanned countless times and space. I don't know when your mind will become fuller. I think that my footsteps have not stopped for a moment, how can I easily let go of the sun and the moon in my heart. Yes, there is no ability to predict the future of water. Fate is sometimes a strange thing. It will make two people who do not meet each other meet, and in the end, two people who are familiar with each other will become alive. In the light ink flow of the year, maybe everyone will have a person in their heart. This person is neither a lover nor a friend, but always remembers occasionally, not because they have liked it before, or because they ca n’t let go, just because they think of a passing year. I just think of that person. When I hear a familiar old song, I think of that person. When I encounter this changing rainy day, I will think of you lightly, it has nothing to do with others. I just hope that everything is fine! The rushing time has made many familiar backs become strangers, and finally found that the flashing eyes of the familiar voice still warmed in my lonely feelings.
There is rain and wind in the sky, how can a person walk gracefully and calmly! On rainy days, who walks in the wind and rain for you under the umbrella, treads all the way to warm the heart, walks all the way to the muddy water, watching the traces of passing, I think, at this time only you will smile, and I dare let go of the waves.
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