The book hit the streets, well, it was thorough.

However, I will not be a eunuch in this book, because there is still a story to tell.

However, the update during this period of time is going to stop, and I was thinking of using it for a double opening, but this is not realistic, because that would only make the writing worse.

I analyzed the reasons why my book hit the streets, and also learned lessons, hoping that in the new story, it can make everyone's eyes shine.

Okay, that's all for now, and when the new book is released, I'll let you know, thank you!

---- is still the number of words below----

"Year"

As time passes, we are approaching a new year. This day is getting closer and closer in my expectations, but I don't know if this year is the year I expected.

In the past few years, the New Year no longer seems to be like the New Year, but an ordinary day, but there is more New Year's greetings, so now the New Year does not seem to have the same feeling as before. In the past, the eagerness to look forward to the New Year, I couldn't take a step from this New Year to the next New Year, and the 365 days of the year were almost all spent on my fingers. But I don't know when the energy to look forward to the New Year is gone.

Last year, during the Chinese New Year, I was bored again. When I wake up in the morning, it's past six o'clock, and then I wash up and eat dumplings. It's already seven o'clock, and I go to the neighbor's house to greet each other, and after saying a few programmatic words, there seems to be no topic. After everything was done, it was eight o'clock. Except for the occasional sound of cannonballs, the Spring Festival Gala on TV seems to remind people, what are you doing, the New Year? And the rest of the day really became a normal day, with people coming and going outside, cars coming and going on the streets. After a few circles around the house, I returned to my room and looked at the desk and the books on the table that had only been organized by me in Chinese New Year's Eve, and the year seemed to be getting farther and farther away from me.

I'm just a junior high school student, what's wrong?

Nowadays, I sometimes think about the Chinese New Year when I was a child.

In the Chinese New Year's Eve, as soon as I saw my father start to prepare for the Spring Festival, I hurriedly ran over and followed him to paste it, and whenever I pasted the couplet on the door, I was always afraid, afraid that he would fall off the ladder, so every time I held the ladder tightly, although it was useless. After pasting the couplet, I looked at it vividly, as if I admired my own brilliant results. Chinese New Year's Eve eating Chinese New Year's Eve, watching programs, keeping the New Year, and making money for the New Year, I feel that everything is novel, excited, and exciting.

On New Year's Day, I woke up when it was still dark because the sound of firecrackers outside was beckoning me. Put on new clothes, carry the New Year's money, and dance happily in the yard. When I urged my father to light a firecracker, and when I saw my father pinching one end of the hanging firecracker with one hand and lighting it with a cigarette butt or lighter with the other, his two hands must have covered his ears tightly, and his little heart fluttered as if he was about to jump out of his mouth. Before the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke dissipated, he jumped out to see the scattered artillery paper. Then, I would look at the couplets on both sides of the door, and you know, it had its own merits. Of course, there will be children running over at this time, and we will show off what is worth showing off.

When the dumplings are cooked, the family sits at the table and eats the dumplings happily, and Dad sometimes goes out to talk to the people who come to pay their respects. After dinner, my mother took me to the neighbor's house to pay New Year's greetings, at that time, after the New Year, my pocket was always full of sugar and melon seeds, maybe this is the reason why I used to like the New Year, after the New Year, the adults chatted with each other, the children played with each other, and the day was full and satisfying.

Sometimes, when a good friend is waiting outside the door, I hurriedly pull a few dumplings and hurry up with my good partner to go to the pre-negotiated event venue! That madness is definitely not going home until the stomach growls.

Compared with the current Chinese New Year, the New Year when I was a child has become a good memory. Maybe it's because as I get older, my interest in the New Year gradually decreases.

I hope that the coming New Year will be the wonderful one I had hoped for. What it looks like, I can't say.

Autumn Rhyme

Since ancient times, autumn has been sad and lonely, and I say that autumn is better than spring.

As soon as the cranes line the clouds in the clear sky, it will lead poetry to the blue sky. - Don Liu Yuxi, "Autumn Words"

When it comes to autumn, everyone immediately thinks of the Mid-Autumn Festival in autumn.

The autumn wind is blowing, and people unconsciously add clothes. The wind got angry and took all its anger out on people, and even then people looked forward to the arrival of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

It's raining.

Listen to the cold rain, look at the cold rain, smell the cold rain, lick the cold rain.

The rain fell on their umbrellas, on their raincoats, on their roofs, on their wires, on their boats on the beach, on the breakwater, on the strait.

This monsoon rain in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The rain is feminine, it should be the most sensual, the rain is empty and psychedelic, smell carefully, refreshing and new, with a little mint fragrance. When it's thick, it emits a unique earthy smell after bathing in grass and trees, maybe it's the smell of earthworms and snails, after all, it's the autumn equinox. Maybe the life on the ground and underground, maybe the layers of memories in ancient China are stupid and creepy, maybe it's the subconscious and dreams of plants, that fishy smell.

The coolness of autumn is not as cold as winter, nor is it as soft as spring, nor is it as rare as summer. The coolness of autumn has its own charm, soft and severe.

As soon as the autumn girl arrived, the trees changed themselves into colorful clothes, and the autumn girl waved her hand, and the leaves fell, look! Like a flock of beautiful butterflies, the "butterflies" flew into the flowers, and the flowers said in unison: "Come here!" "Butterflies" make a beautiful backdrop for the flowers; The little ant saw it and said, "Come here!" "Butterfly" made a sailboat for the little ants, and "Butterfly" floated under the mother tree and did one last thing. When I came to the path, the ground, the lawn, the house, and the car were covered with a layer of colorful blankets. Hush! Be quiet, Mother Earth and Mother Earth are sleeping!

When it comes to the Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone will think of the 15th day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, and the moon on the 15th day of August is round and bright, do you know the myth of the Mid-Autumn Festival? Legend has it that the descendant's wife Chang'e in order not to let the magic medicine fall into the hands of the bad people, he swallowed the magic medicine and flew to the moon closest to the earth, the descendant knew that he chased after him, but he took three steps forward, the moon took three steps back, and the common people in order to commemorate Chang'e, they set the fifteenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar as the Mid-Autumn Festival, and they had to eat round moon cakes in the Mid-Autumn Festival.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, we came to our hometown, and we looked in the fields, a large area of golden rice fields, and the rice in the rice fields were ripe and happy to smile and bend over. The apples in the orchard shouted that they were cold and wanted to wear red coats, and the grapes were crying out for cold and wanted to wear purple robes.

The moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival is like a white jade plate, no wonder there is a poem that says: "When you don't know the moon, you call it a white jade plate." In the evening, as we sat together as a family, I looked at the round moon and thought, "The moon is full once a month, when will I see my relatives in the distance next time?" Can you still get to know me when we meet again? At this time, I thought of a sentence in Yan Shu's "Butterfly Loves Flowers": "The bright moon does not know how to leave hatred and bitterness, and the oblique light wears through Zhu Hu." "That's right, the bright moon doesn't know the pain of hatred, and shoots the light into the red portal all night. I think the reason why the bright moon doesn't know the pain of separation is because they can be reunited once a month! The chrysanthemums in autumn seem to pity me, and they quietly open to accompany me. "Red candles have no good plans for self-pity, and the cold night sky weeps for others." Even the red candle seemed to be sad for me, but there was nothing to be done but to silently shed tears for me in the cold night. No matter what the poems of a book are desolate, just like "the words in the poems with wine marks on the clothes, the lines are always desolate", in the middle of the falling leaves, mixed with a few geese, the people who walk by do not want to hear this sound, it is "a few leaves of autumn and geese, pedestrians do not listen." "At night, I" have a lot of dreams, where is the sound of a goose in a high-rise building? "My dreams keep waking up. Where did the cry of the wild geese come from?

People say that the Mid-Autumn Festival wants to be reunited, and I only hope that my relatives from afar will not be sad that they cannot be reunited.

"Cold Fragrance"

Every chance encounter is fate in the dark, just like the encounter with Leng Xiang a year ago.

At the time of writing these words, nearly a year has passed, but in this year, the hazy snow and cold plum that night has become a lingering memory for me, although it is only a few seconds, but the breathtaking fragrance of the soul lingers in my heart, and I can no longer shake it off!

At the end of last year's old calendar, the day before the holiday, a small party, a deep alley.

I can't remember the name of the alley, because that's not what I wanted. The charm of the alley alone, although it does not meet a girl with grievances, can always make me feel a kind of unwarranted expectation and arouse a reverberation of my heart. As it approached dark, I took advantage of the excitement to go.

The evening breeze in Jiangnan is soft but frivolous, blowing or caressing the cheeks of pedestrians. Small bridges and flowing water surround the houses under the dim lights and stars. The light cold after the snow, for a different kind of feelings, has become an atmosphere of reunion after a long absence, which makes people have a kind of misty excitement and a faint sadness. Walking into the deep and deep alley, the high white walls stood silently, and the exquisitely raised cornices waved and expanded in the dark sky like the wings of birds. There is no moon, but there is always a mysterious drive on such a night, and the legs are unconsciously walking, carrying people along the road under their feet. In this way, I walked involuntarily, first the eyes, then the heart, and then the whole person, gradually blending into the darkness around me.

However, this obscurity did not last long.

A short walk into the alley, there is a wonderful traction, to be precise, it is a taste. I unconsciously opened my nose to make out what it smelled like.

Strange breath, familiar feelings. Such a pair of contradictions, but I accept them so willingly.

I asked a friend, and my friend said it was the fragrance of plum. He said it lightly, and perhaps he had long since seen it; I was a little surprised. I knew it was the season of Youmei, but I didn't dare to think that I would meet her in such an atmosphere. This is really an adventure, not deliberately, only accidentally, after a snow that only happens once in ten years. I know that I am not blindly following but really coming to a life's appointment. It's all in the dark.

My heart is getting clear from the darkness.

I know that she is Leng Xiang; But I don't know if she's been brewing for a long time, or if I've been brewing for years.

This is a season of "all the flowers shake off the solitary beauty", but for me, the story of stepping on the snow to find plum blossoms is too romantic. But the faint fragrance of the plum after the snow really shook my humble heart.

I followed the cold incense in the hope of finding its open posture more than once, imagining its loneliness and arrogance of "Ling Han opening alone". Finally, in the corner of the wall in the dilapidated pile of things found her elegant fragrance, a delicate yellow plum blossom blooming alone, messy things and dilapidated brick walls set off its dusty elegance, not for no one to appreciate and refuse to open, only for the quiet heart of the snow marks. In the cold place, the snow is still thick, and she is waiting for the tender yellow embedded in the snow. The soft light reflects the coldness of the snow and the loneliness of the plum. The light cold of the snow, perhaps stung her delicate petals, so that the delicate flower color was weakened due to the injury, and the timid heart seemed to be unwilling to bloom.

On this night when I was drunk with the dark fragrance, I forgot the uneven road under my feet but still had to move forward, and I was willing to be surrounded by the rich fragrance of the wonderful fragrance. The cramped and deep stone alleys under the blue bricks and white walls have been filled with cold incense into a prosperous city, abandoning the blatant and colorful propaganda of the day. A subtle subtlety conveys this peculiar fragrance, which is endless. There is no deliberateness, only unintentionality.

It seems that there is no reality, and it looms. Cold in the fragrant, incense with cold. It's a lonely taste.

Whether this lonely wonderful fragrance conspires this dark alley, or the deep dark alley contains the warmth of this cold incense, I can't help but greedily indulge in this hazy and clear artistic conception. Joyful encounter, joyful encounter. I willingly accept this wordless allure, and come heartily without spirits, because dark fragrance is our best direction.

I was intoxicated. I just want to hold it in my hand, and wish she only put it for one person, but what kind of delusion is that. The selfish delusion still woke up the wrong self - the flowers bloom in the hand, and the fragrance stays in the heart, just like the thoughts of the past year. Looking back at the cold and fragrant place, the clutter and dilapidated brick walls are like the ashes of the incense wood after the burning, and finally become the melodious background of life after the fire and nirvana. The noble life has always been just indifferently witnessing the three seasons of a lifetime, indifferent to the point of being indifferent to the crowd, but in the season that belongs to him, he strives to bloom the temperament of life, and swears the wonder of life with a pure soul, so that all the previous arrogance and arrogance have dimmed into the mottled background of fate. The strange soul never sinks, the cold fragrance never falls lonely, and the heart is pure, why should the spring breeze be full. The corners of my mouth overflowed, as if I had completed a soul resonance, and walked peacefully on the long road under the dark night.

Life is always wonderful, and it is better to seek it deliberately than to meet it unexpectedly. Mei Xiang Qingyi, although it is the hope in the soul dream, but it came so suddenly, and the unintentional encounter in the dark has achieved a legend engraved in a lifetime.

Meet the cold incense, meet the cold incense!