In spring

In spring, Who Do You Think You Are? You are breaking the front and pulling the blue in the extreme danger. After touching his eyes and transcribing this sentence, he saw that the off-duty time was earlier. He came out from the dark corridor with silver light and stood on the famous street of this city, the street of health Road, looking west, no blood-colored sunset is seen. The street trees of Zhongchun and the two rows of Willows after Zhongchun spread over the streets, covering the sky; Although they were willows, they were dense, neither drooping nor supporting the wind. I still remember that when they were so cute in spring, they were still green and surprised. The dark and gray ancient trunks and branches of last winter were looming in clusters of emerald green, vigorous and novel, fashionable and historical, fresh and plain, with both old and new leaves. The flying days of catkins are almost forgotten. Today, we can see the green streets as if Shady. No, on the shady pavement, the night breeze starts somewhere, blowing in a wisp, up and down, it is a different situation and a different amorous feeling of the times to make things vertical and horizontal, and it is as cool as a summer night. Health Road is exactly the place where children go to school, the street where family members pick up their descendants, a famous school in the city, and a street where no famous school would be thought of in the war years. Wars, or those wars outside the territory, the bloody wars between the Chinese people and the pirates, no matter how big or small the casualties, how tragic it was, seemed that the night wind of this study was irrelevant, the Green Willow Shadow here is like a stranger: It seems that it has nothing to do with us. On one side of Liu street, there is a small hospital, where beautiful doctors and nurses are often seen. They walk in the wind fashionably and solemnly. There are also middle-aged deans who are half-thankful, talking and laughing like a breeze, elsewhere drinking. Will they think of the war decades ago? Let alone the sufferings of other nations now! I just want to ask if I still remember our history? Will we forget who we are except for the identity of rescuing the dying and healing the wounded? Except for the identity of father or daughter? We who? Our identity? Walking alone, when meditating like this, I heard the roar of machinery from the distance in the pale Twilight Willow breeze. At first, I didn’t care, because of my friend’s invitation, I met ten minutes later, which was probably about stocks in bull market. But we couldn’t go far. In the mechanical roar, we saw several old men watching through the iron fence. Oh, it turned out that the city’s parks and rivers are being cleared. It is said that our city, in the Central Plains Region, has the advantage of connecting the rare thousand-year-old city rivers and the rare remains. Several municipal governments investigated and negotiated, and signed the case today. One of the key projects is called Moat ring project. The citizens were blocked and inconvenient to travel. Although there were many complaints, they were also happy and curious. They watched it on the fence. Looking through the fence, they looked at the large machinery digging rivers and cleaning up silt. They were full of hope. That’s them! Do they know who they are? So who are you? Are you the watchers and caring persons? Is it a powerful person or a Ziyi person? Is founding period participation Beijing X engineering of Republic Yi Shao Qing dynasty yilao? Of course not. You don’t need to work with all kinds of people. You just need to move your mouth. Today is not what you used to be. You don’t need to mobilize all kinds of people to build squares, renovate the walls of Xi’an and dredge the rivers by thousands, we are no longer the countrymen of that year, or we just listen to their gospel and enjoy their welfare. We just need to detour and wait for a summer, just like the construction of health Road Primary School and street in that year, just like the standing of the hospital and willow trees in those years, you just need to detour and wait for a season, or a year later, ten years later, half a hundred spring and autumn, even your children, because of your waiting, respond to your waiting just like me, you can enjoy the free flow in the breeze of willow shade, full of hope. Then my kind citizen, simple uncle and aunt, you can wait for your children to enjoy the future. You know who you are, know that happiness goes with you on the road, and there are more benefits in the roar of excavators, it blows in the evening breeze like a summer night. What I want to say is them, other people, they, they don’t know who they are. They, the celebrities in the entertainment industry and the press recently, under the halo outside China, America and Europe, inside and outside the famous enterprise companies and noble people circle! And he, you see: it is already 21st century, and he also said that they (Shangganling Battle) were sick! They? Who are they? Who are you? You think you are? You’re American? Are you Japanese? Are you a descendant of the Republic? Are you not the offspring of this nation? Aren’t you a Chinese who is enjoying the predecessors and the people who are working in the 21st century? Walking out of the healthy Road, my friend and I sat down in a restaurant. Looking at the West, there were tall buildings and quiet dwellings. The bloody sunset was silent. When I knew that tomorrow, soon, before I go to work, I will see her rising in the east again. When I got together with my friends and drank, I didn’t say much about the stock market, because when I was a little drunk, I mentioned that: breaking the front is in the sharp, and pulling the blue is in the extreme danger. Because we saw the flesh and blood of Shanggan mountains blowing on our faces, the simplicity, diligence and courage after the founding of the People’s Republic of China came generation after generation in the wind; Because we picked up the wine, with a few drops of salty water, one Cup after another, come with me. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

“Five

In the past, festivals were the best reward. Because only when the festival comes can we have time to rest during the hard work. With the change of some professions, festivals gradually become the most boring time. Looking at the scene of crowds outside, even if you want to go out for a while, after all, the crowd is too crowded, there is even no space for turning around. Then, for a person who likes quietness, it seems that the joy of festivals does not belong to me. However, in normal times, although people are not crowded, the streets are in depression, and there is no place worth browsing. Such a kind of travel becomes wandering alone without any meaning. In fact, according to your own hobbies, if you walk alone in the downtown, watch some small commodities sold on the streets, buy some if you like, and continue to stroll around if you don’t like them, and see the scenery by the river, take a breath of fresh air at that time, such a life was so lingering for me! Unfortunately, after living in other places for a long time, I seldom went back, so I didn’t know whether there was such an industry in that long Riverside. I only know that the original willows along the river have disappeared. Now it can be seen that the whole river is planted with Banyan trees which are not very tall. Although the memory will stay at that moment, the changes of the environment make people feel that the years are getting older. There may be small businesses in every city, but after all, the difference of goods makes the values in my heart change accordingly. Therefore, I seldom go out. In addition, the city appearance management in many cities is particularly strict now, and the chances of the stall vendors to survive are very slim. Then, how can we have that feeling of tranquility? It is better to taste tea at home or write something! Or maybe, as people grow older, there will be a kind of laziness. Often, it seems that everything in this world is difficult to arouse waves in their hearts. Therefore, it may be a normal behavior or even an excuse for oneself if you can’t do anything. Yes, for several years, I haven’t stepped out of the gate for several years, and what I see and hear every day are all things in the community. But I have never felt a pity for all this, and there may also be a side of boredom, which leads to my ignorance of things outside the window! If my feeling is right, then living in the city will become a lonely ending. After all, the city lacks an invisible warmth, Or is it because I like loneliness? In this respect, I only feel that there is a kind of unspeakable smell, and the sour taste is the most serious among them. It is such a festival that everyone praises when the sour taste goes deep into the heart, but I regard it as the most boring time. Then, it can be said that I became the object of public criticism, and at the same time, I would be sent to the guillotine for violating public will. However, no matter what others think, I still think many festivals have no meaning any more. With the change of people’s heart, it is more and more just a virtual shell, which cannot explain some issues of value. And I will gradually eliminate them from my heart in many festivals in the future, and no longer admit them. My life may turn into no life. Under the criticism of others and under the constraint of regulations, it makes me difficult to move an inch. But my soul will gradually become stronger and straightened with my own washing, and even become more and more beautiful under my own appreciation! Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

My

My company, my relatives, my dream company, the chain train dragged the planter and staggered forward in the field. The roar was enough to wake you up in your dream. Two dazzling rays of light shot at the end of the ground, the rear light shone on the people standing on the planter, walking back and forth unhurriedly, observing the seeds dripping under each drum. The fertile earth was cut several times, and the wet soil embraced every hope of harvest and was gently pressed into the gentle arms by the grinding target. The sunlight and Moonlight moved forward to pull the wind. She held white clouds and covered the blue sky, dropping tiny raindrops on the Earth. The Earth stroked the small face of the sunset glow and kissed the lips of the sunset glow. People waved their hands between the morning glow and the sunset glow, expecting every seed to take root, sprout and be unearthed. When the green seedlings were swaying towards the sun in the wind, people smiled on their cheeks. Dam, watering, fertilizing; Dam, watering, fertilizing again, it is time to smooth the drains. Looking at the golden wheat seedlings on the field, they were looking forward to the arrival of their masters. They laughed and the owners laughed. Raise the stage, knock down, draw sacks, harvest the dust settled, the company people laughed. The thick snow filled the earth, and everything turned into a white world. The warm home became a harbor for rest, and the black and white TV became the ethereal for entertainment. People fell asleep in the sound of snowflakes in the air. The purr of my relatives and father always disturbed my dream of going to college. During the interval of reviewing lessons, I felt shocked when looking at my sleeping parents. The furrows between the corners of the eyes and a trace of white hair between the black hair have crawled to their hearts unconsciously. Sleeping brothers and sisters grew up gradually, and their study, life and future had been put in their parents’ hearts. The hard-working parents for their children just put them in the bottom of their hearts silently, and they will try their best to satisfy every child’s requirements, but they have never satisfied themselves. That pair of cloth shoes had been nailed to the sole of the tire for several times, that pair of trousers had been sewed and mended, and that coat had changed from blue to white. A bundle of rabbit strips makes parents’ backs bend. The wind blows from behind, sweat gently drops and shakes the figure under the sunset, reflecting the long shadow and heading for the home full of hope. That kind of hardship became the happiness of children. Clouds in the sky, like a cup of thick coffee, were put on their backs by their parents. Unfortunately, they haven’t tasted the smell of coffee yet. Moving firewood fills the blank of dusk. The company began to sink in the shadow appointment, and the barking of dogs rose in the erratic place. But my pale words cannot describe my parents. Dream moonlight through the window lattice refraction in my bed, 85 years 5 yue night of the moon and ancients see bright, and I but in the confusion rolling over. The black and white TV of neighbors had already appeared a lot of snowflakes, but they were still reluctant to shut it down, hoping that the TV station staff forgot to turn it off when they slept, and played another episode of TV, but the sound of bursts seems to always disturb my dreams. The days of the pre-selection of college entrance examination gradually came. I lit up a glimmer of hope for myself in confusion, confusion and depression. I know that single-plank bridge is difficult for me to balance. At the moment of jumping, although nine of the ten fingers are on the bridge board, the most important thumb, but it slipped below, and I fell into the river. The dream was shattered. The story of Zhang Haidi, who was physically disabled and determined, touched countless drowning youth all over the country, and also touched me. Therefore, the university dream was realized outside the university without walls. After graduation, I sat in the gap of the company’s cornfield and talked with each corn. The fragments of the past always fall on every piece of corn leaf. The beard of corn was hanging in the air, surrounded by cicadas stirring my thoughts. Sitting here, looking at the light leaves, passing by one after another, and constantly patting our chest and back, I suddenly understood what dream likes (prose editor: drops of ink hurt) snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

In this

It is said that the city of Shenzhen is full of gold everywhere. If you are willing to loosen the soil casually, you will get unexpected gains. Therefore, there was a period of time when the troops heading south rushed to the city directly like a beginning. Shenzhen, which was directly linked to beauty, was undoubtedly a place beyond heaven in the eyes of many people. It also makes many people regard Shenzhen as the beginning of a dream and do their best. It is incumbent upon them! Yes, every city is the same. It is impossible for everyone to achieve what they want or even achieve what they want. Those existing blessings are just a kind of beautiful lie in the communication between people. As a newly developed city, in some aspects, the probability of success may be relatively high, which makes some people get ahead and find the first chance. But after all, it will not be all, otherwise there will be no saying of poverty in this world. However, no one would stop trying. They kept searching and searching, hoping that one day, they would be as well as those who went on to success, from now on, they would have no worries about food and clothing, and become the upper class. It is just because of the emergence of many social strange faces that many people are struggling to pursue and unable to achieve it. They are willing to take risks and gamble with their precious lives, and the fighting spirit of following the fate seems to be progressive, especially in this new city, which all represents the rhythm of a new city. However, how many people have thought about the harm of doing anything for money? The pursuit of cities is like drugs, which soon swept the whole China. Let many original simplicity disappear soon, and the endless affection has been lost. There is no saying of trust between people. So what is the social significance at this time? Even though the city of Shenzhen is not all sins, all kinds of sins in Shenzhen can also show that sins are unforgivable! Maybe you just pass by, or you just stay for a short time, then anyway, you have to admit that Shenzhen is a beautiful city! Because every night, neon lights will shine brightly in every corner, soft songs will fly in every heart, wine is completely poetic, let the tasting people enjoy incomparable fun so, everyone will continue to pursue, although it may not be successful! And after a long time of stationing, there were different opinions, especially the people who didn’t have a comfortable life in this city. Although this city is unique, it is a derivative of the country after all. Therefore, most of the time, what it does is completely in line with the national conditions. It seems that everything is on trial, and every trial always ends in failure. Although the city is a new type, people who can be managed do not represent a new type. Many humanized management seems hard to see in Shenzhen, while many old ideas always show that not all the old things are bad in all kinds of actions, it mainly depends on how you absorb it and how you run a beautiful city. It cannot be automatically beautiful. If there is a lack of people to maintain it, it will become ugly. However, this pity could not attract the attention of the minority, because this minority gave him this right! However, most of the people just follow the steps, and more of them are people who take advantage of the wind! As those inconspicuous civilians, in front of life, they are at most trying their best to maintain their daily life. Even if you think about it, it is unnecessary. Maybe many people have thought this way, but it is a kind of helplessness. Until now, I believe many people who left have already sighed with emotion. I also believe that some people who haven’t left will never feel lower than those who have left. But because life, This is the problem of life and life, so there is nothing to say. As for criticism, sometimes it is unnecessary to think about it. If criticism is really nothing, then the world will not be so cruel! Many examples are not listed in detail, but for people who know well, it is equal to saying nothing at this time. But for those people who don’t know well, there is no need! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Years

In my life, I would like to compare time to a beautiful violin more often, for the walkers in my years to listen carefully, listen to the ancient history, and listen to the ups and downs of the times, listen to the rhythm of life and the heart sounds from people’s hearts, listen to the lingering feelings of flowers blooming and falling, and thank the Spring red, and listen to the lingering feelings of the eternal singing on the night of flowers in the Spring River. Yes, time is a history of thousands of years, and what constitutes the connotation and profound connotation of history comes from the life forgotten by time. As the Rambler who comes from behind, it is necessary to stop in front of it with a devout soul and listen seriously: no matter it is sad and crying, no matter it is heavy sigh or cry, no matter it is scattered into mud or she is laughing in the cluster, all these are worthy of my careful pilgrimage. Mao Zedong, a great man of a generation, said that the more the past happened, the more the world changed. Yes, the passage and change of time are not transferred by human will. Mao Zedong, as a close reading and intensive reading of history, as a rambler of the romantic figures in the years, mao Zedong took over the strings handed over by time in his own hands calmly as a winner, and expressed the lingering lofty aspirations from the bottom of his heart affectionately, which deeply touched the world, it touched the literati and poets at all times and in all countries, and even the years themselves were impressed by his exquisite acting skills. Looking at the back of the giant Mao Zedong, who was gradually moving away, the sigh from the years awakened the sleeping earth like thunder. People were ready to move, kneeling down under the flood of iron pillars of the flag of reform, approaching utility and looking forward to everything, it became the main melody played by the years. Therefore, the people of the whole country were floating and impatient, and they came on stage with the expression of a farce that was attacked by mud flow and did not distinguish the true from the false. Fortunately, as an observer or Walker outside the stadium, I have been carefully watching the ups and downs of the rhythm in the stadium year after year, which can be regarded as opening a window for my life experience, A door, through this door and window, makes my heart have another note or an unforgettable episode. As a walker, there is no requirement for life itself, and it is enough to have a simple meal, however, as a life, I can’t let the years pass over the sky in vain, let alone the white clouds floating under the sky easily. I will use my heart to persuade me to stay while sending invitations, express your own notes, your own episodes, as for good and bad, wrong and right, right and wrong, let me modify slowly in the following years! I think it will not refuse this request, nor will it refuse me thousands of miles away. Of course, I promise here that I will present the best feelings and the most beautiful melody to interpret the story in my heart. I will take Tang poetry as the artistic conception, Song poetry as the scenery, Yuan Song as the theme, years and historical vicissitudes as the foundation, and Rambler’s leisurely manner as the level and tone, in addition, with my pure feelings as the background and these elements as the mortgage, I think I will make the released melody more relaxed and melodious. In fact, I also know that as a Walker of time, the best way to exist is listening. This is one, the other is being good at capturing, and the third, merge the heard and captured bits and pieces into the river of life, and then plant peach branches, willows, plum or tea, poems or songs on the riverside, letting them cross the longitude and latitude of time, it provides people who walk here with a poetic home to feed themselves and a relaxing atmosphere to enjoy their ears. However, when I looked back at night, I found that all the people who went there were for entertainment and flirting, and they replaced watching with chasing and playing. Then, let’s put aside these disappointing scenes for a while, be self-righteous and justify yourself. As a rambler, it is far from enough to appear only as a spectator or an observer. Participating in it is the true character of a hero. Of course, I am not a hero in the years, but as the successor and inheritor of humanistic care, I should also be responsible. Looking back on my role in life these years, I have strengthened my pursuit of life, especially in recent years, through the experience of burning cigarettes and boiling words, let the heart be more convinced that the responsibilities and obligations of ramblers in the past and future are more onerous, but in any case, the road is tortuous, and the future is naturally bright. The condition is to stay away from politics, disputes and vested interests pursued by others. If these are achieved, whether it is flowering or fruit, failure or success has surpassed everything the Rambler thinks and thinks. In the years, the author appreciated a person most. He was neither a political tool nor a high-ranking official. In terms of status, he was just a civilian who made a living by forging iron. Relying on his personal knowledge, he could completely squeeze into the superstructure, at least chairman salon had no problem. However, he just made a living by forging iron, indulged in the society, forgot about the rivers and lakes, and listened to the changes of wind and rain as a rambler, listen to the sufferings of the folk, and use the silk strings in your hands to interpret the vicissitudes of time and feelings of life. He was Ji Kang, who was the first chair in the Seven Sages of bamboo forest. Just such a person, a life, has set up a monument for our Rambler. Thinking of him, my heart is happy and inexplicable. At the same time, I think of his ending, which is more than lamenting and crying! Looking back to today in reality, there are still many ramblers such as Ji Kang, which is a blessing of time. However, when thinking of the possibility that the ending may be repeated, do you know whether there are any traces of followers? This is questionable. As the author himself, I think, since the years have given me the mission and handed over the strings to me, I naturally devote all my love and affection to let the melody break through the bondage and shackles of the secular world, you have to play it passionately even for your noble soul Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

I and

I went home at six o’clock, and it happened to be when the rain was heavy. Standing beside the bus stop, waiting for the bus. Before that, I just had a phone call with my friend and joked that today I can finally spend one yuan to go home by bus. When waiting for the bus, occasionally a gust of cold wind blew, which made people unable to help taking a breath. The temperature which had just risen a few days ago suddenly dropped down. The winter clothes which had been put aside for two days were put on again before being washed and put into the cabinet. The bus finally arrived at the station surrounded by a group of cars. The speed of getting on the bus was a little more urgent and awkward than usual. Put away the umbrellas, it took a few seconds to cross the car, but it was still not alert that the falling raindrops smashed a lot. Although there were many people standing in the car, it was not crowded either. Just in some closed environment, the moisture in rainy days makes people feel more obvious. It is filled with air, but the car is more crowded than usual peak hours. The window was covered with fog because of the temperature difference between inside and outside, and was marked with Unstraight marks from top to bottom by drops of water, feeling fragmented and scarred. I suddenly remembered a hot summer night in high school, near a pouring rain, the air was filled with hot flashes. I sat in front of the desk and wrote down my diary: it seems that the air can be wrung out with a hand. This description is a little exaggerated for the weather that has just crossed the dry winter. But with the shaking of the car body, the moisture seemed to shake, making my heart feel wet just like the water drops sliding down on the car window. I don’t like the feeling of being wet, especially in rainy days. It should be the growth of my age that made my habits more restrained. I also saw two boys with umbrellas stepping into the puddle on purpose. I didn’t know if I was the same as them when I was young, the unbridled feeling the most intuitive and striking feeling given to them by rainy days. But now, I shook my head. I still remember that when I was in high school, I also rode home in a sudden heavy rain after self-study, but I was still thoroughly drenched from inside to outside. I think, at least I had a real rainy day experience, even though I was really embarrassed at that time. Even if just a rain, It can also be seen that now I lack the courage and courage to get wet in the rain a few years ago. After all, I was young at that time. The bus stops and goes, and the crowd keeps going up and down. Almost everyone was holding an umbrella with different colors. I remembered a story about umbrellas in primary school, which was also a heavy rain. I walked out of the school gate after school because a large number of umbrellas were propped up, it makes the already crowded school gate even more irrelevant. So I went to my sister’s house not far from school and waited for my father to pick me up. Soon, my brother rode his father’s motorcycle to my sister’s house wearing a raincoat and said that he hadn’t seen my shadow after waiting for me for a long time. My sister smiled and said why didn’t you look at the umbrella I held, so it was easier to find. At that time, because most of the umbrellas at home were gift umbrellas of golden dragon fish, and the umbrella cover was yellow, with three words of big golden dragon fish written on it. I thought there were always few umbrellas like this, but my brother said that even the golden dragon fish was crazy. In fact, it is not interesting, but I still feel a little funny when I think of the scene at that time for so many years. Another story about my brother and rainy day was in junior high school. Ordinarily, I should have learned a lot at that time, but before high school, I seemed a little silly, once I went home after school in a light rain, my brother casually said that mushrooms would grow out of my hair after the rain. At that time, I retorted that it wouldn’t be like that, but I muttered in my heart. When my mother was having dinner for me, she still couldn’t help asking. Now I think about it, at that time I was so pure that I could wrap myself around with one word. But what everyone misses may be the one who was always stupid at that time. But the story of umbrella is not over yet. Before going to college, my sister gave me a sun umbrella, The purple umbrella cover still glitter in the sun, and I don’t know what pattern pattern is also very delicate. An umbrella can be used in both sunny and rainy days. On a rainy day, my roommates saw me holding an umbrella and said that the sun umbrella would not work when it rained. I am a little psychological obtrusive to keep objects, I can struggle for a long time with a little flaw in my heart, just because this matter has been searched on Baidu for many times. Until I went home on holiday and went out with my friends, I looked at my friend’s sun umbrella and asked the same question. My friend said casually, “whatever. After saying that, we all laughed. Maybe the exquisite life will make our life more orderly. Even an umbrella should draw the boundary between sunny day and rainy day. However, whatever it is, it is just like a child playing with water. When he grows up, he may shout on Weibo space that he will wet his new shoes on rainy days. In the future, our life may gradually become exquisite and exquisite. But young, it is a little rough. Finally, he stumbled back home. When he was eating steamed stuffed buns on the sofa with bowl and chopsticks in his hand, he heard a long bang. After listening carefully, it turned out to be the first spring thunder. I was always afraid of the cold, and I began to look forward to spring in late autumn. When the Qingming Festival was approaching, a burst of tidal rain brought spring to me in this way. Farewell to winter snow, it will be unexpected and logical rainy days coming in the coming seasons. Coincidentally, the story of rainy day and I just ended, and the new story was also beginning in a hurry. A Xun Zan (prose editor: Ink drops into wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Rain falls

Feeling a certain throb of life, always integrity a kind of desire for spring. Only with more persistence in faith can we grasp the reserve in life. Yes, in the early winter when the rain fell on my heart, I went out alone. The lonely figure, walking on the wild buildings, and even on the banks of streams, was originally a kind of leisure and freedom. However, sometimes the sweet smell is broken, and the fingers are dyed with sorrow. I sigh with emotion for many reasons, maybe it just comes from the deep thought and dignity in my life. You see, some yellow leaves mixed in the sounds of nature are spinning and floating all the way, as if reaching the ultimate of life. The fallen leaves are tangible and easy to pick, but the fragrance of fallen flowers cannot be obtained. I think the fallen leaves have gone through the cycle of four seasons, the baptism of wind and frost, the training of life, and the ups and downs of many past events. Life should have been more thick and heavy. Once upon a time, I was longing for the brilliance and magnificence of life in a beautiful vision. Leisure, always a person sit-window, any sky yunjuanyunshu, see The Courthouse blossom. A thoughtful person must have bred a beautiful spring dream in the branches of The Lonely Tree in early winter. Yes, a poet once said: If Winter comes, will spring be far away? In The Sky of early winter, I vaguely touched the breath of spring. I also heard the footsteps of spring, approaching step by step. The swallow crooked its tail like scissors, cutting out the charm of the willow in the spring. Those Willows who love beauty still need to shine a beautiful shadow in the soft water waves. The gurgling mountain spring slips through my heart, and my heart will be more clear and sweet. Standing in front of the station of life, I seem to see the emerald green in spring layer by layer, which contains a gentle Dream Bay in the blue sea waves; I seem to see the spring breeze coming, a pen and a pen, it is always written into the quivering of Huifeng; I seem to smell the fragrance of countless spring flowers, and those frozen flowers are competing to bloom in the wilderness of spring. Apricot branches spring. In my dream, I realized the unremitting pursuit of the calm and persistent people in spring. However, on the night with bright moonlight and melodious pear flowers, there will still be more mysterious loneliness. Sometimes he lingered alone in the artistic conception of Mr. Zhu Ziqing’s beautiful essay “The moonlight in the lotus pond”, and there would still be a few faint sorrows in his heart. However, in front of the cruel reality, we can’t escape and shirk more. In The Sky of early winter, there were also several heavy lead clouds. I know that all the winnings have frozen all the cicadas and noises in the season. Sometimes the rain falls into my heart, but the Dream of Spring will let go of the past and reproduce in the dream soil of my heart. I am longing for spring, stepping on the dream land of spring like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Life

At the end of April, start a short trip, simple luggage and simple self, simply wave goodbye. The mood of not wandering also becomes relaxed and casual. The scenery outside the window becomes different, green and warm. The city is still noisy and prosperous. The boundless grassland is boundless, sending out merciful light under the setting sun; It is the eternal dream of the corridor Bridge and the platform deep in the dark. The train moves forward, and the whole world falls asleep, I heard the music from the rail with two ears. I hope the sun is slightly warm and flowers are blooming during this trip, but the weather is always confused. Person’s life, should like a cup of tea, 1.1 points to soak, slowly taste, carefully aftertaste, in the dense tea in slowly realize fragrance of distant taste. I think traveling should also be in such a mood. On a journey, I still remember nothing more than the scenery along the way, a city. On that day, the editor teacher asked me with words; Everyone said words were like people, but you were different from words, you have said so much in words, but you don’t speak much? It was mostly a slight smile, and I answered with a smile; If my words were hanging in the river, the teacher laughed loudly; Well, yes, the girl answered very well. Maybe I am at leisure, without the urgency of time and the things I have to do, so I can speak few words in my life, be unique, and be unrestrained and boundless in my words. But I know that time cannot last yesterday, and some fate cannot stop at first sight. When some past events and names are just traces, I have no regrets. When some feelings are just past, I will not regret, because I have treated every past attentively. Time is like a bicycle walking far away, and the reflection of time is quietly missing. In the Cup and Cup of season, I lean on the wind and look close to my eyes, count the joys and sorrows of the fleeting years, the human feelings are warm and the world is changeable. The plain clothes are light-looking, walking in the text, keeping the heart warm with the most plain fireworks. At dusk, sitting leisurely in the coffee shop, looking at the window, there were mostly students coming and going. In the history book of coffee cake, the breeze curtain ended. I asked how many chances to win, but it was only a pleasure, but not a word. I think of my distant school days. Every time I take a bus, I would like to sit in the last row near the window. In this way, we can have a panoramic view of the crowd and the scenery outside the window without being noticed and disturbed. This feeling is beautiful and private. I sat there quietly, thinking wildly; I laughed when I passed away. I had experienced the vicissitudes of the sea, the warmth and warmth of human feelings. I had endured it. I had a deep and shallow fate, and I had a pain. The journey of life is just a rush. The ditch along the road keeps crossing, the sadness along the road and the constant transcendence. Enjoy a spring flower, watch a season of falling red, treasure a piece of understanding, journey, is also a passing through compatible with gains and losses. Passing through cities one after another, walking through streets one after another, looking up at the sky one after another and witnessing parting one after another. Finally, I can say frankly that I am no longer so persistent. Life is a thick book. People, to live, is to write their own stories with their lives. The Book of Life is either thick or light, deep or shallow, footprints are pens, and years are paper. The combination of character and encounter, the choice and the weather are intertwined, and finally it will be fixed into an ending that cannot be rewritten in one’s life. No matter it was painstaking efforts or understatement, the first thing that moved me was myself. White Paper and black words, writing down and taking root, no matter sad or happy, ending, is perfect. Time is the attachment walking in words. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Years

There is no rain in the morning, touching the wind of May, sucking the fragrance of soil in the air, stepping on the soft wooden slow track or the green flagstones full of green grass, and moving forward as always, to find a feeling of time cycle. The dress of spring changed round after round, and what was still green was a mountain of grass and trees, and the purple spirit flying over the mountain brought the breath of spring, which was the intoxicating second moon orchid in my memory. In a flash, it has already disappeared without trace. The Peach Blossom blossoming in March, the red and pink are blooming with the beauty of spring, as if it was yesterday, and as if it was just in front of us. In this same place, the full of fresh flowers have fallen with the wind, turn the accompanying tree into the old soil. It is still the purplish red triangle plum, accompanied by the sun, moon and stars, which is full of marks of spring in swaying and colorful. A kind of Camellia called Big cinnabar, one after another, blossomed in turn in the wind, as red as the red silk silks and satins in the dancing girl’s hands. Pale purple morning glory, inadvertently covered with trees, like a string of wind chimes hanging on the trees, rang the season of flowering agreed with summer. Time goes by, flowers bloom in four seasons. The beauty of spring, the flowers are beautiful all the way, and the beauty of the world is appreciated. The flourishing of summer shows the power and charm of life, with the gentle cool breeze, writing Green poetry. The colorful autumn is as strong as the hot coffee, which makes the rich emotion intoxicated in the floating cinnamon. The silence of winter evokes the memory of the past. In the silent world of falling snow, a cold plum stands proudly in the snow. Cold comes and summer goes, spring comes and autumn goes, remembering different flowering periods. Each tree is rooted in a different land, and each flower comes from a different leaf, bathing in different sunshine and rain. Therefore, what kind of flower will have what kind of flowering period. Life is just like the flowering period of four seasons, childhood, youth, middle age and old age, just like the flower season of spring, summer, autumn and winter. In the passing years, no matter how long the flowering period is, the flower of life is beautiful because of blooming. Childhood is dreamy, no matter it is bitter or sweet experience, in the pure heart, I can feel the warmth of spring, the warmth of breeze and the intimacy of dew, let uninhibited dreams fly in the sky. Young people are hot, burying their roots deep into the ground, sucking greedily in the soil, letting summer flowers bloom on the branches in the hot sun, he wrote an immortal legend with his youth. Middle age is wise, experiencing the twists and turns of life, reading all the rainbows and wind and rain in the world, whether it is withered branches and yellow leaves, or fruitful, accompanied by the fragrance of flowers all the way, calmly walked through the abundant autumn. Old age is recalled. Happiness and dreams gained in childhood, youth and vitality gained in youth, maturity and charm gained in middle age flow away with time, taste slowly in the silent winter, let the dark fragrance float in the cool wind. Time goes by, how many flowers bloom? The Flower of Life is beautiful because it blooms. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Nurse

I am a nurse, but also an ordinary woman. Although nurse is a very tired job with low social status, I still have no regrets. From the ignorance at the beginning to the ups and downs now, it seems that I am a tenacious grass. After the birth of spring and the growth of summer, life has been constantly enriched since then, and I believe that love will follow. I always believe that good people will get good results. I don’t know when I fell in love with the profession of nurse. Maybe a seed of love sprouted in my heart since I was young. Later, with the gradual increase of age and the broadening of vision, we will gradually have a new position in life and a new interpretation of life. In life, it is impossible for people to have smooth sailing, ranging from a love affair to a life-and-death separation. In fact, they all have feelings. As long as we listen attentively, we don’t make mistakes again and again, it is also a beautiful scenery on the road of life. As the saying goes, with the birth of a new life, someone will leave us. Maybe no one wants to experience or experience life or death, but people cannot break the laws of nature. Birth, aging, illness and death are like a train to the destination. Even if we are doctors and nurses, we have the obligation and responsibility to rescue every patient, because life is priceless, everyone has the qualification to live. Perhaps, if you don’t enter a home, you are often not a family. Before taking the position of nurse, it is easy to ignore some important things around us. In this way, we should start from the heart. It seems to be simple, but actually it is not simple, how can we do our work care better from the heart? Good is perfect. Perfect work requires us to devote ourselves wholeheartedly and treat each other sincerely. Everyone has thoughts, no matter what your social status is? People have feelings, no matter which age you are? After three years of theoretical study on campus and a ten-month internship, I have been growing all the time. It may not take a long time to start a new life in the early stage, but this kind of change is qualitative change. When we were students, we usually lived a carefree life, and we might learn to take a cursory look. When we left the campus, we might be confused, because we knew too little, let alone what we learned. There was some anxiety and anxiety in our heart, because we were about to start an independent life. Just getting in line with the society, we may have a bad life. We always compare with each other. We are too willful and sometimes we are really suffering. In fact, now think about it, the idea at that time was too naive, and it could even be said that it betrayed the people around us who always cared about us. Time flies like a shuttle. When I came to the Department of bone surgery and put on the nurse’s uniform, I had mixed feelings in my heart. I was ashamed and blamed myself more. Because this is not an ordinary dress, it is a responsibility. Therefore, we have the responsibility to care for everyone around us, compare our hearts with our hearts, and we can no longer be willful. Later, I went back and forth between the nurse station and the ward, passed the care to every patient around me who needed it, guided by emotion, and the feedback after the event was indeed better than the expected treatment and rehabilitation. Maybe this is the true meaning of three-point treatment and seven-point care. Every day, shuttling through the floor with such laughter, isn’t this what I have always wanted? Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…