Prose of meeting and knowing each other

Meeting, companionship, parting, and meeting are all things in this world. After reading a clean book, some clear feelings naturally occupy my mind. The title of Konglang is a little lazy and tired, and I still insist on reading some. Maybe those words can't be read in my mind at all, even without a trace of imprint, and I don't suddenly think of it many years later, leaving some memories, a little lazy and tired, and going to the last one. Isn't it lucky that you didn't concentrate on the lecture, but you know that there are always some casual things that will knock on your heart, just as you will stop when you see something beautiful, so is the lecture, maybe it's a dual purpose, maybe it's a sudden rise, and there are always some classes that will leave a deep memory, maybe it's mean, maybe it's harsh, maybe it's joy and pleasure, and whatever will form a piece of paper and some words will be connected together. Form a short and pithy picture book, perhaps in black and white, perhaps with some illustrations, but in any form, it is our exclusive memory, and the history of that period and ourselves are recorded one by one.

When you read more and more books and learn more and more things, you will find your shallowness and ignorance, and you will feel more and more ignorant. Maybe it can be called humility and admire humility.

Meet, coordinate with each other, travel together, share the experience of not meeting each other, listen to the sound of the wind blowing in the ear, and the three of them huddle together in a small tool to accompany each other to buy some things. The agreed destination will eventually turn to a more distant place, coordinate with each other, say that it is delicious to eat the string of a street, drink porridge, and finally choose to change places because of each other's difficult choice, which is very difficult to read, as if seeing classical Chinese. Only a single person can pass through the small building with a simple texture and a sense of carving. I chose the tables and chairs adjacent to my first visit and saw the simple glass oil lamps piled up with dust outside the window. Maybe it wasn't an oil lamp, because I didn't remember when I saw a lamp that really lit oil when I was a child, and I didn't want to recall those memories carefully.

I ordered a set meal for two; Braised beef with rice, the first thing is to eat this. I ordered a dough shrimp with a little rose sugar in it, which is sweet. I always call it a tadpole, a cold potato wrapped in red pepper, and some Dai flavor, but it is different from Dai flavor, wrapped in bean curd, supported by a white plate in the shape of wings. The entrance is just right soft, and the beauty lies in the minute when the teeth meet. Choose dishes together, discuss together, take photos together, and wait for the dishes to say some words. Maybe I don't remember that words at all. Only warm memories are deep in my memory. When three or two friends get together for the first time, I have dinner together, without poking fun at each other's eating. I only look down at the food in the bowl, irregular plates, * * * shared food, my own food, square tables and chairs, and three different personalities. Ride the wind and return with a full stomach. Touch the long-lost strings, and some are eager to try.

Return to the suddenly dark space of the nest; With the inspiration in memory, liking the darkness can make people calm down and think quietly. Some people are better than no one.

a few pieces of dried and sliced sour papaya from afar, take some pieces and put them in the quilt; Sprinkle some sugar, soak in water, sour and sweet, like this weird, hate to smell weird but like weird taste, not weird, but weird. I took off my shoes and socks, but I couldn't get them out of my mouth.

The message sent by my friend asked if the seal was correct or not, and he was very worried in his words. Only by replying to the flowers can he feel at ease, because he is grateful for helping, and there is no need to let others help him and feel guilty about you. It is growth to become more soft, warm yourself and soften others.

I like the freshness after rain. In some jungles, leaves give off fresh and clean air, which washes away the sky. Clouds are like cutting off lotus roots and connecting silk. Pieces of silk are connected together, listening to other people's experiences and stories together, and those who are gone, returning and accompanying are engraved in my heart, just like meeting myself in a dream, sharing each other's stories together, those unforgettable and impressive, as well as expressions with endless aftertaste. When I went back to my nest, I chose a favorite picture to make a scenery, which was very pleasant. It was a fragrant feeling. After I woke up, it was not difficult to choke on simple food, but I suddenly thought of my mother and home. It was not a big deal, but trivial things were enough to attend classes seriously, not boring teachers, but worthy of respect. It was very kind to practice what I had been studying but never learned, and to ask for advice and get careful teaching for what I had studied for many years. This is her name. Please allow me to address her like this, read a book, leave some notes, and buy a pair of sandals. Because autumn is coming, my feet are itchy, so I can get the ointment donated by my partner. At the beginning, if chopped red pepper is poured on my feet, some salt water is soaked in my feet, which is not beautiful. Only gratitude.

Last night, he shared a song with me, a pure tone without lyrics. He said that if you close your eyes and listen carefully, you will feel at ease, so I followed his request. Maybe it was a suggestion in others' eyes, but it was a mandatory request in my eyes. I was so eager for such a request, because if he was willing to share it with me, it would be better than anything else, because I knew that it was not easy to share others' greatest gift to him. I took the commemorative album I made for it and wrote down the message of my entrusted classmates. It was a stroke, delicate and gentle, and I talked a lot. As always, it was extreme, but I was fascinated by it. Because of the unusual quality of fierceness nowadays, I finally said my point of view and had a good dream, which was the end. There is no more news

He said that if the dream becomes empty and the dreamland stays forever, it was a beautiful dream at first, but now it is only empty, empty people, empty dreams and empty borders.

Reading Xi Murong's poem "Notes on Knotting Ropes", I don't quite remember the content; The warm scene and atmosphere are memorable. Read them together. Twice, whether there is a summary in my heart, I resolutely answered no, but some people's shadows flashed in my heart, fleeting, and I met an emotional emperor, called the walking expression pack, which felt very commensurate. Ready to start painting nail polish. Pleasure yourself.

The light purple ground nail polish is uneven, and there is no professional smoothness. Because of the distortion, light pink nail polish is applied on top of the purple. Actually, otherwise, it is discovered that some things can be done very well and nearly perfect for the first time, but doing what you will do will destroy the original beauty. I think the same is true for love. There is a time and frequency limit. The so-called human error is vividly reflected. The same is true of life, with the length and width of time, sharing books and writing that I have read recently with new people, and changing my attitude towards life. At first, I lost my shyness and talked about it. I liked to enjoy that feeling and played a solo basketball. Running and jumping, like dancing, like an elf, with a clever shadow, a small sweat is like drinking a little drunk and intoxicated. I think people will become hard to watch. Whether shooting or for you, your gaze is the biggest force. I hope you haven't left for a long time, and you can vaguely see my smart figure by my side. I cooked a packet of glutinous rice balls, all the spilled black sesame seeds and floating small balls, but they were all eaten by everyone. I didn't cook delicious food here, but I was respected. Everyone didn't eat dinner. How nice and so cozy.

You think that some people will die of old age all their lives, but you don't know that one day you will face them with a peaceful mind, a peaceful tone, a taste that has no other meaning and no speculation, just telling nostalgia, those fruits, and those full flavors are recalled in the middle of the night, and you can't help but drool and instantly recall those beautiful and moving times, and those times that were filled with warmth. I haven't seen the tree, maybe I have seen it disappear as early as my memory, leaving only a trace. I can't remember whether the fruit tastes sour or sweet for a long time, but I remember myself that day, who was filled with honey. Every time I talk about this past, my heart will instantly soften. Some softness can't be replaced or changed by others. It will remain warm and unchanging for a long time. I hope that's what I cherish. I have someone to protect no matter who I like or dislike, how deep it is.' Protecting you is my instinctive reaction'. But I don't love you. Some people hurt the whole world and don't want to hurt you. It's good that others don't need to know about it, because I will keep those lucky things in my heart, because I know that there will be no more, because it will be more precious because it won't happen again. It's precious to meet and leave.

I also know not to force others to accept my heart and gifts, even if I am extremely diligent, because I don't know what troubles and pressures the extremely diligent gifts will bring to others. Casual is the best ending. If you accept me, I will give it to you. If you don't accept me, I will keep something suddenly. Some things can be described as a sentence from a friend in high school, that is,' Sometimes you have to have it in your life, and don't force it all the time'. This is the best. Just like you don't like it, but learn to accept it, because there is no other way, even if there are other ways, this is the best choice, isn't it?

When you meet what you need to meet among thousands of people, people and things can be decided if they are not good or bad, and even if they are not what you want. There are always too many people who believe that everything is done by human effort, which is nothing but artificial catalysis and natural gifts.

If you can meet, you may have no one to meet. When you can't meet, there may be many people who want to meet, and when you really have a choice, you will start to be puzzled again. Most of them follow suit.

I like Xi Murong, and I don't have noisy rhetoric, overly lively rendering, and straightforward narration. Recently, I always confuse the authors of the books I read, always confuse Anne Baby and Xi Murong as one person, and always overlap some of their lives. I don't know why I always tell Xi Murong that her husband wants to be Anne Baby in The Abundant Garden. I am amazed at this. Children, neighbors and musicians' sisters are not so distinct. When I think about it carefully, but there is no exit, I put it on hold for the time being. I suddenly feel that maybe that part is envy. I envy her for having a good husband, wisdom, courage and reason, and helping her read the manuscript. Those happiness are all we have never got, so I am envious. The trivial and meaningless happiness like that is what every woman pursues all her life, and she enjoys it all her life. This has led to the so-called tragedy or comedy, and she has to bear and bear the heavy consequences of sadness and joy.

I don't know why I always feel special about the train. Others may know that they are not because of some scenes in some movies. Perhaps it was because the train carried the sweetest childhood dreams. At that time, the most vivid memory about my father was completely forgotten, about a few years old, as if it happened in the last century. If it was vague and vague, it was impossible to describe it clearly and accurately, but I knew the feelings in my heart. Mid-Autumn Festival, short vacation, going out, encountering trains, crowded lanes, and various carriages, I didn't recognize myself as usual. At that time, I should get a seat, and I was hesitant at that time. I was used to being polite until I typed these words. I always lived as a puppet and attachment to all those who asked for my own form according to other people's requirements and expectations. I only went out, only traveled, experienced, and stayed away from all information TV dramas. Only by using mobile phones and social software can you feel and recognize yourself with your eyes and mind. Truth is not through information after baptism or hyped reports. After all, you will meet the textured yourself. You have to believe that because we are all our own miracles

May you become an immortal soul and an indelible miracle in someone's heart, no matter how you exist, with long-term companionship and waiting or with indelible memories in the past and the bottom of your heart, and live truly and vividly forever. You should be willing to be a person with a sense of texture, no matter what kind of person exists. < P > Arriving at Jianshui in the evening, mixed with busy and depressed stations, crowded people, shouting from drivers, vacillating minds, not knowing where to go and arriving at that specific location, following many people to take a bus, without the bus facilities in a bustling city, the oldest appearance is sparse in twos and threes, but there is enough space. It's not a cramped space and a breathless space in a big city. I bumped into a street with quaint houses and modern steps, a crowded and lively street, got off the bus and walked freely in the street, stopped and stopped, and encountered a little anxiety and anxiety. Fortunately, I was calm and strong enough. After all, I used to wander in a strange city, screaming and crying. I met my first young self when I met Jianshui.

I wore a light pink skirt sent by my high school partner, embroidered with thin flowers, which was extremely literary. I always mixed the wind, a white shirt, a closed eye pattern embroidered with two black lines on the neckline, a velvet cardigan with Snoopy on the back, a black coat with a chain button, and black canvas shoes with eye patterns.

zhengbei street, Confucius cultural square and pedestrian street, looking for a place that needs to solve physical needs everywhere, turning around and looking for two hours to rest because of the heavy backpack, which contains a beloved notebook and a notebook commemorative album made by myself, a few nuts and an unfinished book, bear. White cotton skirt, asked the local students but didn't get any information, continued to get up and look for it, and finally found it everywhere, but suddenly found that the backpack was there, the mobile phone was there, but the wallet that I had been holding in my hand was not there, and all the documents and ID cards belonged to this country. It is necessary to buy tickets, stay in a hotel and even eat. There is one Agricultural Bank card issued by a high school and one Construction Bank card handled by a university in the university admission notice. There is also a credit cooperative that my father just handled for convenience. The first two are also bound with online banking, all the cash, the notice of the exam that I have been preparing, the meal card, and some documents. I searched my backpack carefully, searched again and again, first solved my physiological needs, carefully and calmly analyzed, and went back to the original road. I didn't blame and lose my temper with people around me. I tried to recall all the details, the road I had traveled, and I was sore and sleepy. I stayed up until four o'clock in the morning the night before. There will always be worries. After all, the documents are of sufficient importance, but the heart is always calm and there is no trace of ripples. However, whose shadow and face flashed in my heart, and I went back the same way, step by step, every step I passed, and found the brown and black wallet in a place where I stopped. It was extremely lucky that so many people didn't pick it up there. Perhaps it was not the kindness of others, but my own luck, because the color of the wallet was inconspicuous and it was particularly small. No matter what it is, I am lucky enough. My partner said that it is more meaningful and profound to have such an experience in a few hours, because if I can't find it, I will not only be unable to go back, but also be penniless and hungry in this strange city. But I believe I'm okay. Everyone has a history of crying in a strange joint, so I will be braver if I come again. After I find it, I will come across a small Muslim restaurant with a feeling, with a quaint carved window, and I chose a location just outside the window where there is a acacia tree that has just grown up, watermelon juice, things that like bright colors, and my partner's.