A story that had not had time to narrate fell during the fleeting time. Tears also flooded in my eyes. At this time, I wrote down and became a pain. A piece of plain paper carries away the fetters of dreams; Xu I threw the promise of three lives, but I could not change the result of a lifetime. Ring finger is not long, missing is so long; A needle, a line, a month, a day, the Sky cliff is you, the Cape is him, pain is filled, wake up after years of sleep. Maybe, the fireworks are gone, hazy and far away. Shallow, light, and finally far away. Looking through the journey of the world, I feel painful for the fleeting time and lose my bosom friend. Make a promise of one person and the fireworks of two people. After that, the years will not stop, and there will be no spring in the mountain stream. About love, it is true or false, about pain, it is also deep. Time snap fingers, a wisp of thoughts, a bunch of dust; A basket of dreams, elegant and secluded feelings, flowers falling between fingers become wounds. Dream of a ray of quiet scenery, a cut of Acacia, sweet like moon eyebrows. It should be promised that in this life, you and I are separated in this troubled world. Once a dream is prosperous, flowers are fruitless, and the starting point is also the end point. Yellow plain notes, one sentence, one word, one stroke are the wounds. For who can make people Haggard, die and die, hurt, bitter, or full of her missing

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Since graduation, I have been engaged in the same kind of work for more than ten years, monotonous and rigid, and have long been tired of all kinds of summaries at the end of the year. Because those summaries are given to the leaders, and they have the meaning of singing highly and coping, and there is no real feeling in them. Leaders also know clearly that they may not be stupid enough to read them one by one. The so-called summary is actually a form, but the form also has to go, this year is really a good beginning and a good end. But tonight, I want to summarize my 2013. This summary is not written for high-profile singing, nor for work, but for the soul. 2013 is destined to be an extraordinary year for me. In this year, too many things happened, like fish drinking water, knowing that it was cold and warm. At the beginning of the year, my body was a little ill, and my child was too young to be looked after. After repeated weighing, I decided to resign. The word resignation is easy to say. If you really want to make a choice, you are also reluctant to give up. Five years ago, in order to love my husband, I gave up the job envied by others, which was the job I gained from studying hard for more than ten years. Just because of love, I gave up so easily. Many people feel sorry for me. After following her husband to another place, although she also found a job, it was always not as stable as before. Now, for various reasons, I have to give up, and the complexity of my mood can be imagined. For a person who has been used to it, it is not easy to stop in a hurry? During the month I just stayed at home, I was almost like an ant on a hot pan. I was restless, empty and vacant. I am like a headless fly, and I don’t know what to do. There are also many full-time wives around me. They seem to live well every day, sitting together playing cards, chatting, walking around the street, taking their children to and from school, but I can’t spend every day so easily. Once people’s soul and life fall into vulgar and boring mire, the products it delivers must be inferior and decayed quickly. I once asked myself, could it be like this to go around my child and husband every day and spend the day in chatting? Is it just like this ignorant and senseless? I spent a lot of days in this kind of worry. My husband was considerate and took me out for a ride as long as I was not busy. He advised me not to think so much and to go out more. But he can’t always accompany me. I also need to learn to arrange my own life. Perhaps loneliness can inspire people’s potential talents most. In these boring days, I suddenly remembered the dream in my girlhood. That was my most persistent dream in my girlhood, which was to be a writer. However, the trifles and busyness of life once made this dream gloomy. How long has it been since I wrote down my feelings? I don’t remember. Maybe it has been many years. The dream that had been put aside for a long time was burning again in my heart. But, am I OK? Pen will not rust? Will there be ripples and passion in my heart when I was a young girl? I wrote down my first article with an uneasy mood. Unexpectedly, I got a good comment from everyone, which gave me a kind of encouragement and spiritual support. All of a sudden, a lot of past events, beautiful memories, little by little between friends, these materials came continuously. I wrote more than 30 essays in a month. I joined the municipal Writers Association and became an excellent Author of prose network. My works were collected by NetEase Literature Collection of Chinese Writers Association, grassroots Literature Network, jiujiu article network, literature websites such as prose online also left my footprints. There are also some literary websites inviting me to publish articles on the websites. Although my words are immature and my style of writing is somewhat monotonous, I will try my best to broaden my horizon, keep charging and strive for greater breakthroughs. Here, I want to thank my friends for their support and encouragement, and those who like my words. It is your comments and affirmation that have given me the motivation to write down, let me know, my words can bring warmth and touch to others, as well as spiritual comfort and feeling. Since I opened a door in literature, my life has become much richer. I rearranged the content of my life. I stipulated that I should copy some ancient poems every day. First, I finished the Three Hundred Tang Poems, then the three hundred Song Poems and A Dream of Red Mansions. Then there will be more classics. I have to practice calligraphy for an hour every day, and I also need to learn painting. Go to the bookstore, buy a lot of favorite books, one by one, and also take reading notes to write down the experience. In my spare time, I will experience life, observe the world and make materials for my article. In this way, my days are full, and my blank life is decorated with colorful colors. If I have time, I will also take part in some beneficial activities, preparing to voluntarily teach children to read classics of Chinese studies, talk about ancient poems and vigorously carry forward our Chinese studies culture. I want to make every ordinary day vivid and colorful, and I want to make life present the fullest posture. People’s destiny is in their own hands. A person with brilliant spirit can blossom fragrant flowers in trouble and live a legend. Just like the poem I like, it is scattered into mud and ground into dust, and only the fragrance is as good as the past. No matter how many obstacles and hardships life has set for me, the fragrance in my heart will not disappear. I will not change the proud shore in my heart, let alone be defeated by life. Looking back at 2013, although there were many difficulties, there were also unexpected gains. It was really a blessing in disguise. Although I was busy in the past decade or so, I mostly made wedding clothes for others. Although this half year seems plain, it is for my own heart. The road is long, and the most beautiful scenery of life is always on the road of pursuit. With beauty and hope, I hope that I can continue on the road of literature and bring more spiritual pleasure to my friends who love my words! On January 3, 2014, the book of falling plum in Cold Mountain

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It seems that time has passed for a long time, dear myself, are you okay? Remember that in those beautiful nights, you always hug yourself and say that you want to be good. Therefore, after a long time, your stubborn flower Bone finally turned into a dazzling rose on a bright summer day. Other flowers laugh at you, saying that you are more shameless than wild lily; Some grass also deny everything about you! However, do you believe it? There is something called faith in the world, which makes you slowly separate that imperfect self. If the bugs didn’t have those dark days, if they couldn’t stand the polishing of difficult days, how could they have that beautiful and dazzling moment to show in the world. Even if the body will leave one day, you will give a reply with a sentence that you are not afraid of; Dear yourself, it has really been too long, leaving the long self, you write a brave poem for yourself, I am longing for the most beautiful cloud at the edge of the sky, following the drifting of Cherry Blossoms. Dear myself, there is a beautiful scenery around you, many people who love you, and many voices clapping for you. Don’t let down such a sentence that you are destined to be beautiful for a lifetime, and you will not live a lifetime. Dear yourself, no matter how long it has been, no matter how far it is, don’t give up, OK? For those who love you and believe in you.

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