Text/Lan Xue
? At night, the breeze and bright moon came to a small pond along a winding path, surrounded by weeds and fragrant wildflowers. Not far away, the trees are lush and swaying, and the shadows on the ground are mottled, strange and criss-crossed. From time to time came the sound of frogs and bugs in the pond, and the pond in the moonlight was simply a natural jade.
I listened attentively to the sounds of nature and lost myself in the beautiful pond in the moonlight. Suddenly, I vaguely saw a wrist-thick snake poking around in the grass not far away. And spit out a long snake core from time to time to show me. According to my previous personality habit, I would run screaming, but I don't know where I learned to catch snakes. As long as I can catch the snakehead and hold it tight, I will easily lose my life. I am brave and calm, holding a long branch in my hand, waiting for the little snake to come. At the moment of attacking me, my left hand pressed the head of the little snake with a branch, and my right hand quickly grabbed the upper part of the snake's head, making it unable to move left and right, and then I tried my best to pinch the stunner that attacked me. Just when I was desperate, I said, "Help, strangle me!" " A loud cry woke me up from my chaotic sleep and opened my eyes wide. Haha, it was Macro's arm on my chest. ...
The next morning, he showed me his arm, but I didn't expect a purple halo to appear on his yellow skin. I jokingly defended myself: no way, the long snake attacked me. Completely in self-defense. It's amazing, it's ridiculous!
Text/Lan Xue
The night was terrible. I finished my homework in vain, but my brain was surprisingly awake, my eyes were wide open and I was awake. My ears seem to be haunted by trivial and thin sounds, like mosquitoes hovering around my naked body, which makes people fidget. I tried to turn off the lights, close my eyes, and resist the sleepless cells with a vacant thinking and a sleeping posture, but to no avail, my brain was strangely awake and regular, which completely disturbed my sleep like tangled branches and vines. .
There are countless peeping eyes lurking in the dark, like electricity, like laser, ferocious or insidious, dazzling or fangs, as if to become a ferocious terror.
The dark night suddenly revealed a kind of sadness and cold. Everything seems so endless, illusory or hypocritical, and there is an impulse to cry in my mind.
Everything I once loved, I was familiar with, and I cared about ... shook before my eyes, but it was out of reach, and even gradually became a stranger.
In front of my eyes, I brushed a cool, calm, kind and hypocritical face, with no blood and no expression. It seems a little gloating to indulge in revelry on a little-known night!
I can't describe the gentle and kind smiling face on weekdays. At that time, in the dark, everything was so exposed!
In my dream, I became a spider trapped in a cocoon. I try my best to escape the oppression, pain and anxiety that I can't get rid of. In my dream, I shouted loudly and struggled to leave, but I couldn't make any sound for help ... I struggled to find a way out-a sincere desire for love, life and the depths of my soul.
In the dark, seemingly sincere people fall into the illusion of living for the sake of living and changing their faces for the benefit. Black face shows white face, hypocrisy covers sincerity, doing things to cover up the truth, understanding is denounced as mental retardation, and just care is denounced as a dwarf of action, all of which have become stubborn ghosts.
As a result, beauty is trampled by evil, good is deceived by fools, all beauty is trampled in a mess, and the air is suffocating. I can't find any trust, sincerity and true love anymore. What the world urgently needs is heart-to-heart care and communication, and what it needs is heart-to-heart frankness and understanding.
Maybe we should have a tolerant and understanding heart like God! When you and I are hurt and cheated, there will be a light of life penetrating hypocrisy, fog and even a little cold heart!
Suddenly, a soft cry of a cat awakened sleepy eyes in the haze.
Lost in the gloomy night, sleepless thinking finally returned to the other side of reason like a drifting ship. Dawn, the dream finally woke up!
Missing parents in a dream (poetry)
A deserted vilen.
Pond, mire, overgrown with weeds
In front of us is a luminous water area of unknown depth.
Take an excavator that looks strange and has no name.
No one else is driving.
It is my dear brother.
My naughty son is sitting on the dustpan in front of the car.
He is dancing in high spirits.
Family ties are intertwined in strange cars that can't be named.
Walk through the dangerous beach and come to the water source
Thought leads the car forward.
With screams tearing the night sky apart
My son
An unexpected scene happened.
The dustpan in front of the car was put down without warning.
Son, my dear son has fallen.
A seemingly diving but unfathomable seabed.
A long bamboo pole is crazy.
Paddle around in diving.
I just can't find my son in the water.
It's over, it's over.
My shrill cry
Be heartbroken and in great pain
What's wrong with mom?
Open your tearful eyes.
My daughter woke me up.
The result was a terrible nightmare.
I don't believe in reality
Still stubbornly trying to dial a distant son.
Stop dialing. He was online just now.
The stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.
Alas, this gives up the constant affection.
Always lingering.