Original prose: Clouds are here again

Cloud is here and go again

Text/Fragrant Book Roll

The vehicles driven by Sanqiao came over and filled the entire car. The temperature after entering this year does not rise and fall, and a few days of stealing and cooling makes people living in this area have a feeling of escaping the steamer.

Looking at Gao Yuan, beautiful things will break into the eyes. At the sky at eight or nine o'clock in the morning, a whole piece of sunny and blue splashed in the sky, reminiscent of the serene and vastness of the universe, and the universe.

In my mind, I kept searching for the blue names in Chinese colors. Blue ... a series of beautiful colors constantly flashed, and ancient people divided Chinese blue fines very well.

The sky in front of you should be clear, transparent, bright and clean. As the blue sky of the scene, the high -rise buildings are stacked to draw another level. Several moon white lines were outlined on the sunny blue, and the clouds played with different figures.

"The world is like a white clouds" and "the world is like a white clouds", the clouds come again. The world and the world are just the past cloud smoke, a hundred years.

The large -length pen and ink describe a blue, which comes from it to bring some smart thoughts. I have a strong interest in things that make my heart, such as wanting to write a book, such as the sun and the moon of the island.

The silhouette of the city continued to retreat in the reversing mirror, and the sight of the horizon turned to the road ahead. Yun Duo has been watching the world in the world, and his anger, sorrow, and sorrow can't escape its eyes.

"Wang Zengqi wrote an essay, written in Beijing's clouds, clouds in Henan, clouds in Sichuan, and clouds in Tibet. Write a cloud so vividly ... "

"If you have accumulated too much, you can write it naturally." For a writer, it is often written by memory. Traveling, experience, experience, world affairs, world conditions, and my heart is open under the infiltration of pen and ink.

When the heart is open, the vision is wide. No longer sticking to the sound of depression and sadness, but learned to listen to the whistling and impact when listening to the storm of the wind and rain. The texture of life is different from the review of the United States. There is nothing frustrated and sad in large and vast life. Many goodness is still on the way when they come.

People under the clouds have a variety of lives. The grandmother who came from the sidewalk was wearing a bright cheongsam. There were two fake necklaces on the neck. Brightly.

Just like her beauty, dazzling. Grandma looks like a few sixty, her hair is brightened brightly, her lips are covered with bright red lipsticks, and my wrists are wearing several imitation bracelets. The flowers on the cheongsam are a little exaggerated. Rainbow -like striped pants.

She stood under the clouds in front of the shop and talked with me who didn't know each other. The shop is an old shop that has been operating for more than 20 years. The cactus of the window is flourishing this summer.

Speaking of hard work, Grandma began to recall her past. "When I was young, I brought a few children by myself. After working in the ground, I had to sew it for the children to make up for the children, make shoes, and sew clothes. When I went back to my mother's house, I had to take a long way to go. , Holding it in your hand, but also the cheap wine bought for the old man. At that time, people were paying attention to etiquette, and they had something to bring back to the maiden family. "

When I said this, it was because I saw a young girl holding the road on the road, and the old grandmother stood under the cloud and recalled her past. "Now that the children are old, my grandson is in high school. I should enjoy blessing. You see that I will go out every day. In this life, everyone can avoid hard work and labor."

Maybe I think of the hardships and hardships of my younger when I was young. "It's just relaxed now, and people are old. But I have never changed love, and I love pretty more when I was young."

After talking about this, she smiled. The smile turned out to be like the clouds blooming in the sky. Under the clear blue sky, it showed extremely proud and proud, as well as a satisfying expression.

Baiyun Cang dog, the world is like a smoke. Granny sighed that it turned out that his life was very long, and he only knew that his life was short. I explored the thoughts of Grandma's heart, and it must be explained to time. When we can tell the story of those difficult days, we have forgiven the hardships given by the years.

She is also a cloud in the sky, walking from a young age, walking towards the old age. It's just that the beauty of this life is hanging on the body, and never has the slightest compromise in the years. I like such a young and beautiful old.

It takes more than 40 minutes to drive from the store to the island, passing through the city towards the field. The switching of different scenes can better stir up the glass fiber, which is slightly, dense, and some hidden.

Starting the ground of the courtyard, some plants planted along the roots of the wall went through the heat for the first time. Some of them were not suitable for the new buds and withered. For the new trees, I asked the customer service selling saplings online.

The answer to the customer service was to solve the doubts. "The newly planted trees appeared to be yellow and the tree was dry. Don't rush out and throw it away. It will be scraped by the bark with your nails. It's just that they grow from the root, we can't see it. "

Summer trees relied on the water at the root to resist the poisoning day of roasting. Even a tree still needs to go through the test of three winter and three summer summer. Besides, we have a long life, and everything goes on the way. Every minute in this world is happening, it is related to you, related to her, and some related to me. There are thousands of worlds, and they live vigorously.

"The rainy clouds open the clouds, and the color is in the future." The blue sky continued from the morning to the dusk, and a little raising his eyes to hit the white clouds. In the future, a scroll waiting for us is a picture of us drawing. The future of the old age is looking back and collection, and the consolation that can be seen in everything.

The clouds came and the story ended again. Too many things that are not concerned began under the clouds, changed, and ended. The person we once loved can never go back. The promise we once made has disappeared in the wind.

How many more things belong to their own, except for memory. The time beyond memory is constantly forgotten and updated. The past in memory is often lifted and let go.

The clouds in the sky continued to fly. I remembered the grandmother who was wearing gorgeous cheongsam. Her young and old should always be beautiful as Yun Duo, although some triggers did not say exports.

Time is long, how could it not change? These people who are constantly changing are under the gaze of the clouds, in the courtyard of the island house, on the way to the road.

The world is constantly increasing and decreasing, the world is constantly thickening and thinner, and clouds come and go again on the sky. Some things have never changed. Those trust and sincerity of beauty, persistence and focus on faith.

I have accumulated a variety of blue colors in Chinese colors. One day, I can depict a blueprint for the changes in Chinese villages and urban changes in the background.

There is no new thing under the clouds, and different hearts feel different fate. The ancients called the clouds, and the trees quietly rooted in the summer, and the story did not regret the ending.

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Xiangxiang Books, published a collection of prose "Four Seasons on Earth" and "Endless". Stay tuned for the third prose collection "Sober Life" to be published soon.

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