Author:Mr. Jiang ChenClassification:Capricciotwo thousand and twenty-oneyear07monthsixteenday
Sitting in front of the window, I watched the sudden change of the sky, which was originally a hot wave, but became a cool wind.Close your eyes, play back all the recent events in your mind, and feel the crispness of the rain falling on the glass, like knocking on the porthole of Xinhe River.In the hot summer, I cross the years, looking for directions, feeling sweat coming out from my face, gathering into a line, and falling on the ground.After pondering for a long time, I looked outside. The rain stopped, the wind stopped, and the cloudy sky was dotted with unknown rainbows.This one
I haven't written anything about my reality for a long time.After reading Jiang Chen's words in every six months of the last two years, we can see the fantasy and dream of the Three Kingdoms, the short poems of parting, the long essays that have been scattered, the summary of the academic year of work, and the so-called poems written for the boring lifeAfter pondering for a long time, I realized that I was a donkey turned from a human being. I thought I had killed all my breath, but looking back, I still had human passions, greed and courage
After looking at the days, the work of two points and one line will finally end after dawn.In this semester, I gradually felt that I was in a hurry in life and lost all my indifference and persistence.I have been thinking for a long time. If I try my best to do something whose achievements are proportional to my efforts, what will my future be like?I thought for a long time. When I opened my eyes, my head was wet and sweaty.In the increasingly involute life, I hide outside the mountains, deep in the mountains
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
Author:Mr. Jiang ChenClassification:Capricciotwo thousand and nineteenyeartwelvemonthsixteenday
Sitting in the office, the computer is hanging the training task, watching the timer go forward one by one, and the eyes are also slowly sore. Close your eyes, and find that in the silent world, something is surging up like a tide, constantly impacting on the embankment of the soul.I opened my eyes and opened the kindle, hoping to find a little comfort in the novel. When the new story "The Wind Rises in Longxi" was read, a sense of inexplicability surged from the bottom of my heart, straight to
orderI haven't drunk for a long time. The three of them drank a 500ml bottle of soft and elegant wine, 50 ℃, and felt a bit of cool wind when they returned. Now they just feel a bit dizzy.And in this dizziness, inexplicably want to sing a song.01The moon splashes the stars into rain,Only a lonely long distance,The long and lonely night road,A person, go alone.02I have been thinking that I have chosen
Author:Mr. Jiang ChenClassification:Capricciotwo thousand and nineteenyeartenmonthtwenty-nineday
I watched the glory of the setting sun roll up the dust and pave a road. As I looked along the road to the distance, it was cold light, like a hot heart and cold reality.In autumn, the dancing steps scattered everywhere are deep and shallow.In this mountain, the footsteps seem to fall heavily.In such a day, it is also a pleasure to warm a glass of wine and drink to three people.But somehow, in the fleeting years, alcohol has become insipid.What kind of wine
The years are long, from the origin of time to the end of time, it seems that no one knows whether to continue or destroy.However, in the long and long fleeting years, he is the only one who has gone from the ancient times to the present.He sang softly, extolling the power of time;He sang softly, praising the sharpness of time.He sang loudly about the whole world, desolate and lonely.That's ancientIt's lonelyIt's a personal journeyThere is no one around
The night came like waterLonely People and Silent NightQuietly touchedThe apple on the desk is still lying there quietlyThe book is still unfolding softlyThose people are squatting and lying downMemory stretches restlesslyIt was that summer that I was doing something strangeEverything is still blackThere was the sound of planes passing through the windowGo further and furtherSlipped away into the distanceFarther awayThe night there must be full of softnessWordless
Looking around, the wind and snow are driftingHolding the cup, it is as warm as jadeDrink a cup and get together again in the next lifeThe bright moon is dotted with starsDrink to each other aloneThe world of mortals is like a dream, when you wake upI look at myself in the noisy worldI stay aloneThe twinkling of light and shadow, where is the best friendBut in the past, the heartbeat is staticThat's just my dead self.We are like ants shuttling in different floors. We are like
