On September 15, 2020, at the foot of Tangbula in Xinjiang, the clouds were as heavy as ink.Then, a shower will come.Pick up your pen and write one or two.We always said we would wait until tomorrowLook at the rain falling quietly in the skyWithout an umbrella, I can only runFootprints roll across the torrent with mudTears, accompanied by rain fall on my heartLoneliness, after all, is a person dancing aloneWords are so weak that they deceive themselves
It was getting dark, so I took a picture.When I look at it, I feel more and more lonely in my heart.Like the vast world, but only their own general silence.In addition to the smoke of the world, leaving only the bewildered myself.So, I want to write some obscure words, leaving them for the inexplicable present.We always say that the future will let us grow up in happinessBut I found myself the strangest passer-by in my family
On June 19, 2020, he was transferred as a discipline inspection supervisor to participate in the discipline inspection of the middle school entrance examination.I drew lots to Wutu Central School in Musi Town to participate in the discipline inspection.Get up at six o'clock every day with five or six alarm clocks, arrive at the door of the Education Bureau at seven o'clock, escort the papers with the security officer, send the papers to the school on the way of the police car, and supervise the work of relevant examinations through discipline inspection.After the exam on that day, escort the papers back to the Education Bureau.(There is a rhythm of life between Xinjiang and the mainland
The night is deep and the bright moon is in the sky.The clothes are slightly cold and foggy.Light wine, pen and ink melt.Looking back, my mind is in a hurry.oneI write a poem for you that I don't know whether it can be called "poem",I want to condense all my feelings into drops like water,I won't feel cold when the sunshine is just right,Let that drop of water gently touch the palpitating love on the tip of my heart.twoHard words cannot last forever,Empty brain
0. Foreword originI thought that in spring, it would be warm.But gradually found that the days of wind and snow are normal.In a hurry, I found that the wind blew my hair disorderly.Slowly understand that the old times are gone and never come again.Route 1 and ReturnWith the winding mountain roadI, alone on the way homeThe wind blows through the sunset wantonlyBrush, spray fog2 ...
Time is always fastEverything is forgottenHurry back that yearOutside the old courtyardSay good spring flowersBut buried in loessClose your eyes, nothing existsoneFor whom is the midnight lightThe strokes are blown by the windTake it away to the distance and fade awayA hard place makes you drunk"Be a happy person from tomorrow""From tomorrow, I will communicate with every family member"...
Write in front: This article is purely fictitious.When the rule is rolled to no trace, it is like the wheel rolling on the Beijing brick leaving a shocked eye;When goodness is waiting for the kitchen knife, it will destroy the life of the saviour;The world of mortals is so diverse that we can't help singing a song for itone"Don't go there." A serious middle-aged uncle looked at the young man and discouraged him.And that young guy
Suddenly, I remembered that "people in the Jianghu cannot help themselves."But I don't know why I want to say, "In this world, there is no compulsion. There are some, but I don't have the courage to get out of it, and I am still greedy for power and money." If a person really has no desire in his heart, then that person can only be a walking corpse.If people have no desire, what's the difference between them and salted fish?It is these desires that make us feel compelled in the Jianghu....
I stood on the window of the office and watched the children playing outside, admiring their carefree life;The police in the police room passing by the gate looked at the leisurely people's teachers and envied that they had two long holidays;The hawkers who set up stalls on the road envied the powerful appearance of the people's police when patrolling and the salary higher than that of civil servants;The civil servants who had been absent for nine nights envied the freedom of the vendors who set up stalls on the roadAfter a while, the lights are on, I change my homework and teach
"In the past, the Duke of the Zhou Dynasty predicted the city and the Luoyi, because the flowing water was full of wine, so the poem said, 'The feather cups follow the waves'."Wang Xizhi wrote the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion Collection, so there is a "winding water flowing from the cup".And who is the reason for the flowing wine?I don't know.oneThe car carried me floating in the turbulenceThe wine cup is only absurd when hesitatingDriving through the four seasons and the spring and autumnWatching a little melancholy between drunkenness and deathtwoEntanglement between what you want and what you want...