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Literature, as the most active spirit beating in human spiritual genealogy, has always maintained the foundation of sense, wisdom and emotion of social people: either weaving the fragrant garland of pure people or digging the dark tombs of devils. Literature is also a kind of self-conscious life awareness or consciousness state, and is often regarded as a spiritual coat of a certain period of history or real life, she resorted to emotion or used for reality or was collected by civilization. The great use of literature is in the hidden end of social and human spiritual activities, at the end of emotional interest, at the top of the heart or shock to Heaven, at the scene of surprise or gratitude, there are all the ups and downs in the interweaving place of reality and ideal. This is also an important factor that literature can be the spiritual communion of human beings and can make people grow independently and freely. When I looked back after going through the road of life for more than half a century, in my memory, it was a timid and pure little boy who seemed to have been staying under a shady tree 40 years ago, picking up the leaves floating randomly on the tree. That was the imagination of a literary dream which was almost suspected to be premature and could support the whole low winter sky. Under the tree, I was already half an old man, while the sensitive child and the tree were frozen and regarded as a footnotes about literature. Because, what kind of bizarre will a child’s pursuit of literature have under the current situation of today’s era when literature is generally dispelled. I admit and understand that different characteristics of the times and social needs determine the influence of literature on the real existence, but I firmly believe that children or young people love or pursue any form of literature, what people who may cultivate the society must possess only exists in the generosity and openness of literature. At present, the screenshots of life full of material desire are noisy and pale, which makes it difficult for people to feel the graceful and quiet beauty of mind while traveling. Of course, studying literature is to understand life through humanity, to let the mood of being entangled by common things be warmed by the spring breeze, and to be a visual platform for literature to observe life, people who walk into literature can walk freely between things and situations and become open-minded and more than capable. The essence of learning and reading literature is also creating people’s broad feelings. Walking in Zhang village is the warm-up of my every literary thinking. The river is like a mirror, which can reflect all kinds of things and events. There is accumulation at the bottom of the water, which is enough to be associated with humanity, history, Heaven and nature. Although it is not the lotus pond under Zhu Ziqing’s pen and above his mood, it is enough to fulfill my literary thinking and writing every time, and make the restless soul achieve comfortable immersion again and again. Although Zhang Cun is neither the starting point of my literature nor the end point of my literary life, to be exact, she must be an important node in my perceptual literary process. Of course, I also know that the intimacy between Zhang Cun and me does not affect her posture and the independence of her inner quality at all, because she can always keep alive without looking for the four seasons, however, I may often feel exhausted and depressed, much like a restless and drowning fish in the river. As a teacher, facing numerous students, I can’t think about the reality with the literary mind and manage my life with the ideal goodness and beauty because of some kind of teaching design problem, the anxiety and depression in the heart cannot be expressed in words. Don’t know younger disciple with sense read geometric? I hope my gentle and quiet mind for literature can give our Zhang Cun with the same quiet and beautiful river water and this text implanted with some literary appeals, give us a few cheers for the perfection we are eagerly looking forward. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Lost

I always want to cry! Always very blank! There is always no reason to be happy! Always very sad! Always want to vent fiercely! But the more it deposits into the belly! A season always flies fast! Flowers bright! Trees green! I! How! But my heart is becoming more and more quiet! More and more silent! Walk in the cold street! As if every stranger passing! All exudes a touch of fate! I have an idea to greet everyone who passes! Am I really too lonely! Loneliness and loneliness coexist in other people’s cities! I started to find all kinds of bad reasons to convince myself! My Sky is very clear! Is it really sunny to say so! At this age of nothing! I often despise myself! I can’t live the life I want! Can’t find the future you want! So my heart begins to be decadent! Then I was too lazy to see the pen stick that was once crazy! There are always so many inexplicable! So many whims! Suddenly my heart fell to 0 degrees! There are always so many fickleness burning between heart and brow! I feel different desolation and melancholy every day! Wandering in the dark night! I look like a naked plaster! Only have the sun and air! I look like a lost child! No direction! I think I must have sold my youthful attitude to Chaoyang! I only have Lonely canyang left! End up so absurd! Lost to frivolous all the time! How many times vacant! Stand alone in the bustling street! I am wondering all kinds of passers-! They all seem to show full smiles! Is contented! I started to walk aimlessly! Mind so heavy! How to move. The coldness of habit Misty all the feelings! Blue Silk makes a thread! I can’t draw a perfect circle! I really want to use the moment between my fingers! Changing Life elegance! Xu qingniao stopped for Light Years! It is a little cold after all! Today’s desolation is the chapter given by the past! I that’s all! Lost in the wet heart! Flustered the pace of youth. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Integrity

The boy’s bright eyes and joyous smiling face make him particularly cute. Looking at him, I sighed in my heart: children are innocent and lovely, but as long as we measure the scores, it is abrupt like having six fingers, which is different from others. I was like a gardener who was going to have an operation on him immediately. Those naive and cute things are not my job. My job is to correct his nature and regulate his behavior. Yes, every child who comes to the tutor center is so cute, active and has an obvious personality. However, it was these personalities that fettered their steps on the road of life. Writing homework is so-so, self-discipline is a mess, safety awareness is weak, writing is not standardized, learning is delayed. I indulged their nature and let them release as much as possible. As a result, I couldn’t form good behavior habits and good study habits. Without these habits as foreshadowing, my grades were still in a mess. When every parent sent their children to the tutor center, he thought there was a magic medicine which could remove the problems of his children one by one. However, there were always people who came and went with such happiness. The key to one-to-one is to improve performance and solve knowledge loopholes. Is the purpose of homework tutoring so late also to solve problems that cannot be solved? If it’s just like this, maybe parents can see their achievements and hope. I am often in such contradictions. There are many children who are carefully teaching them the learning methods and guiding them the learning habits, but they master all these, but their parents can’t see your contribution. However, they only look at the results, because for them, the results are the standard of measurement. In this way, the temporary progress of children’s performance progress will go back again and again once they leave the tutor center. I often find that children who leave here are basically no longer looking for tutor centers, because I tell them that your problem is not that you are too stupid to learn. It’s the way you attend classes, the way you learn, and your self-control. If you can’t solve your own problems, any tutor can only teach you the current knowledge, but can’t solve the future problems. However, such a child can completely control himself and find the knack of learning. He will never return, but he will not be grateful to you. Because pruning and cutting leaves is to be bitter and generous, and finally they remember your power and forget your kindness. I often question myself why I can’t teach you questions and improve your grades like most people. As for what kind of habits you have, it has nothing to do with me. This indeed has something to do with EQ training. Maybe in this era of commercialization, I am wrong. The mistake lies in my educational philosophy and parents’ future. 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

For a long time, my emotions have been in a sentimental state. It is easy to touch the scene and live in love. I am very nostalgic. A novel, a TV play and a movie can easily make my tears flow, not affectation, there is no falsity, and it is indeed so real. Most of the time, I will walk slowly in the garden with quiet environment or on the path in the field, letting the breeze blow my long hair and my thoughts fly, most of the time, I miss the past of old people, and then slowly look forward to my future. How should my life path go? I am often confused and have many assumptions. However, facing the reality, an invisible rope is always binding myself. Sometimes I feel that I am a bird in a cage, sometimes I feel that I am an Angel with broken wings, unable to fly to the blue sky that belongs to me, so, every time I hear Zhao Chuan’s “I am a little bird”, I want to shout loudly and hysterically, vent it, I am a little bird, it is not high to fly, I am looking for it, searching and searching …… searching and searching, cold and desolate, miserable. Cold, most difficult jiang xi. Three Cups and two cups of light wine, how can he be in a hurry when he comes late! The Wild Goose passed by and was sad, but we met each other in the old days. The ground was covered with yellow flowers and gaunt. Now who can pick it? Guarding the window, how can I give birth to darkness alone! The phoenix tree is also drizzling, until dusk, bit by bit. This is the first word of sorrow! And my sorrow, sometimes is inexplicable, sometimes is because of something deep sorrow, sorrow is hard to say, although, not as sad as Li Qingzhao,, I can also worry about such heartache and indifference! Everyone has pursuits, yearnings and longings, and I am no exception. I always hope that I can be a woman who shows elegance when I raise my hand. Although I am not of high quality and have no natural beauty, I am not very talented, but I have the advantage of treating others sincerely, and I am trying to improve my cultural quality and cultivate myself, trying to be an intellectual woman! This is what a simple woman like me pursues. She doesn’t expect prosperity, but only wants to have the characteristics of an excellent woman. Therefore, I am trying hard to put into action. However, most of the time, those who know me, those who know my temperament and don’t know me always think that I am demanding too much, pursuing perfection, loving romance and unrealistic, which is the feeling I give to outsiders. I like all beautiful things, beautiful flowers and plants, lush trees, fresh air, pleasant zither music, beautiful songs, graceful dancing, beautiful clothes, etc. Beautiful things, I can always brighten my eyes and enjoy it. I believe that everyone who is full of love loves beauty. Therefore, I can appreciate and feel them silently and quietly with the truest feeling in my heart. Be a light woman, not floating, not impetuous, not fighting, not robbing, staying alone in your own corner, not vanity, not envy, live every day lightly and be the most real self. 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…

Chapters

I was accustomed to the delicate Jiangnan and the June when Jiangnan had been moldy until the crack of the wall. In recent years, it has gradually become plum instead of rain, but the heat is almost crazy. It’s noisy with rain, and elegant with heat and heat. I can’t control the weather after all. Let him be. It’s just that I don’t want to read books, go online, chat with Q friends, talk about the weather, go to the forum, comment and comment on the senior officials who fell down, there will be those who curse the rain, some who curse the wind and sand, naturally, there are more people scolding officials. It seems that the weather is writing new histories page after page because of their greed. There is also air conditioning, the wisdom of human beings changed the season. It seems that if you don’t think of Zhu men’s poems with bad wine and meat, you will be suspected of searching for people’s fat and ointment. You will be listed as corrupt officials to vent your anger! Instant han yi liao qiao. Outside the window, there came the sound of the machine polishing the stone. The Scream was harsh, and the heart was also disturbed. The blue sky was so blue that the rules were lost, the white clouds were so white that they were not serious, and those birds were all crying with ghosts, all the eyes and ears are neither fowl nor fowl, but the sun is hanging high and the shadow is vertical and horizontal in the place where the light can not be penetrated, which is used to practice the short beak of some innocent chickens. I walked out with the door and cursed myself as the devil when I went downstairs! Without a clear intention of action, he simply strolled along the road at will. In front of the gate of the community, the watermelon vendor holding the happy forest food sunshade hid under the plane tree to sleep; On the three-wheel car beside the tree, the sewing machine had been hiding under the red cap, and a dog tried to tear off the red cloth many times, my nose is tired and sweaty. Moving on, the vehicles coming and going whizhed by, the smoke from the exhaust pipe wiped off the legs, and the strong smell of gasoline seemed to have a smell of aromatic hydrocarbon. In a newly built building, the protection net drooped from the sky, and only the vibrators could be heard humming. The whole person could tremble with such humming. In the fields on both sides of the road, three or two peasant aunts with straw hats wielded their hoe to work. Those crops that I could not even name were neat and quiet, and they would not swing without wind. There were no weeds around the crops, and I didn’t know where the singing came from. Just one or two sounds of neither high nor low, which could be regarded as an ode to this tired and lazy noon. There are many vehicles in the Seaside Park, but few pedestrians are seen. Perhaps, it is unknown that everyone entered the teahouse near the sea. The elder sister who sold cold drinks leaned against the freezer covered with cotton wool. On the small square stool beside the freezer was a rectangular foam box, and a brown towel was twisted into a rope shape and placed on it. Seeing me, the elder sister said popsicle, I said whatever, just like a scalding potato in my mouth. My elder sister said it slowly, but I said it slowly became steam. Under the wooden bridge in the park, cobblestones are paved into paths with twists and turns like water characters in seal script. It is said that this idea comes from an ordinary calligraphy enthusiast. It is said that, in front of more than a hundred experts and celebrities, the ordinary calligraphy enthusiast even shivered, and even the winning words became amnesia. Originally, the viewing platform of the theme park was also ready to choose his creativity, but it was denied later. Of course, this was a rumor and it was not necessarily credible. A woman dressed in open-bellied leather put her head on the boy’s legs, and the boy pressed the woman’s navel with one hand. Both of them were motionless, forming a sculpture. I was really worried that some ignorant children ran over rashly, he turned his bodyguard-like eyeballs and was always on guard. The sprinkler of automatic irrigation in the lawn rotates leisurely. The foggy water deposits down and penetrates into the soil quickly. The fragrance of grass and soil is a little inappropriate intimacy, standing on the seawall, holding the repaired green glass corridor with both hands, it was like being in the Time Tunnel. The Sea raised waves slightly, reminding me to think less. I couldn’t help saying that the sea was not the real sea, there is no rotten sand beach, no blue sea water, no dreamy shell, it is like a muddy beach, the water is yellow, the beach is yellow, the silt is a piece, the rock is rugged, the sea seemed to be dissatisfied with my whisper, and suddenly raised a wave of manic fine waves, struggling to hit the seawall. I found several of myself from the little spray, so I stepped back in fear, I had to admit the magnificence and vastness of the sea. The thin corrugated lines were like shaking rope skipping one by one. I saw those light and waves jumping happily, and my father really startled me. Not far away, a father and son are busy, needless to say, catching eels. When there were many eels in the early days, there were also many people catching eels, which seemed to form a career. Now there are fewer Eels, so there are few people catching eels, but the income is very rich. When the tide receded and the sunshine was abundant, the eels crawled on the mire, just like Loach, but their bodies were much smaller. Eels are agile, slippery, and accidental sounds will make them move like rabbits. However, the holes left reveal their whereabouts. Experts can go deep into them according to this, and they can often be arrested. Both father and son only wore briefs, with layers of mud all over their bodies. My father was carrying a yellow plastic bag in his hand, and the mire flooded his shank. The child was about seven or eight years old, teetering and struggling in the mire, Sometimes when faced with eels, looking left and right, it seemed that he didn’t know how to buy them. He simply smashed them down and danced with his hands. He couldn’t catch them by luck, just like a gambler, playing with a weak body the same young fry is half joy and half hope. The sea brings abundant clothes and food in the mire and in the sweat covered with mud, all in the scene of decay after the surging sea came and went away. The father and son were not embarrassed because of my appearance. It seemed that I was just an Eels in their eyes which was a little far away and could not be caught. I wiped the sweat with my coat and squatted down to watch their every move. The wind which was so tiny that could be omitted brought the smell and heat of the sea. I felt dizzy like heatstroke. The small wooden boats on the surface of the sea were firmly anchored in the distance of the sea. With the ups and downs of the waves, they shook slightly up and down, and the piles with dense ranks divided the mire into countless private territories, the green or white fishing net forms a circle around the wooden stake, which is used to measure the fisherman’s belly in my scumbag heart: can such Enclosure ensure that it will not be invaded? Ha, it turned out that the child caught a handful of mud while his father was not careful, and threw it right at his neck. After his father finished, he giggled; Ah, it turned out that, the father also grabbed a handful of mud and threw it on the back of the child when his son smiled forward and backward. Both of them smiled like mud, the child pointed at the plastic bag which had already been unable to distinguish the true color, and said that it was a good harvest. Father patted the plastic bag which was bulging and didn’t distinguish the true color, saying that it would be better to work more, so father handed it over, and, they held hands and shook their arms. The child suddenly bent down to pick up a stone, turned around and threw it to the sea, as if to drive the sea behind him to the side. I saw that the water splashed by the stone was like an arrow from the string, shining towards the bright sun. Likes (Prose editor: Ink drops become wounds) the snow disappears 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…

Long

Distance, the cause of regret; Distance, the enemy of hope; Distance, the warmth of each other …… the line spacing between books beats the desire of galloping; The estrangement between books, it is the shortcoming of the alienated journey. Thousands of books can’t cover the vicissitudes and perseverance revealed by the ragged clothes of thousands of miles; The dazzling lights can’t resist the curse symbol of sunspots in the sunshine. The meaning of symbols is not the vertical semantic content, but the horizontal context association and interpersonal communication wandering in it. The carrier of paper can contain the epitome of tens of millions of faces, but it can not reveal the story behind a face. Maybe, life thus becomes a lonely one-way train; Maybe, you and I on the train have the space and time needed by each other. And: all the stories on the way may be created by distance, which seems to be beautiful but actually depressed eulogies ………. the time and space without leisure play is filled with the charm of fame and wealth that never fades, mixed with the bustling sound that never fades. A moment of tranquility cannot restrict the inner desire, but drives the external preparation; Deconstructs the desolation belonging to yesterday, and constructs the noise towards tomorrow. A few pages of clean content, I hope to have my own story; The place under the mist, I hope there is no track when it disappears. Looking through the Book of Life, page after page, I hope: I can save enough notes that I can expect from my peers in the afterlife, it can also leave several bright colors that can be marked and the distance that can be looked back …… 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…

Old books

In the winter vacation, there is neither snow floating in the north nor tea fragrance in the snowy night; In this place where there is a sea, it can be accompanied by the chill of warm winter and friends with the pile of old paper, looking for the spring, Xia Yang and Qiu Shi scattered in it ……… reading in the electronic age has drowned too much passion and trace, and can not wrap up the intellectual taste left by the scholars, however, it is easy to erase the greedy eyes of readers at that time and the ever continuous support. In addition to the embodiment of ownership, possession still has an eternal meaning in form. The old books that were occasionally or deliberately obtained were tossed and turned to the past time and space and writing end of different possessors, but they often ended on the way of the possessors. Those old books dedicated to the realistic demands or the ideal kingdom are still so restrained and lustrous. The reason is nothing more than that: the historical ones are always the present ones! In a corner of the world, they are gradually getting old; The holiday rhythm is no longer so orderly, however, it can allow the old self to read the historical catalogue built by these old books around in disorder, which is better than reading the present future. Old books are generally divided into examination, occupation, appreciation and research. The second-hand bookstores on the Internet, at the same time of giving back their good appearance and low price, also couldn’t help triggering alarmist worries about things that didn’t belong to their own. The blank space of the blockbuster, the whole paragraph and the whole article does not leave the Masters reading the phrases; While this delights the second-hand masters of my generation, they can’t help sighing: the symbol and essence, the skeleton and the soul, the present and the future in the book are all ended at a certain time node of the past form, and cannot be extended to a possible future, writers who delayed the poor years worked hard and made delicate intentions. When the book arrives, it seems that the lack of hatred is not only the amount of possession, but also the moral of the quality level of possession; The electronic reading eliminates the pain of space occupation; the limited life cycle also provides a cover for us to taste it; The diversity of life styles also drives away the opportunity to meet them deeply. Simplicity is a rich cause and starting point; The satisfaction on the surface is usually at the cost of the lost inside and the regret in the future, although it seems that the current possessors do not need to touch the original meaning of the book. A Brief History of Time is also a brief history of reading, but also a brief history of life: no fault is allowed; The accumulation of quantity may not have a qualitative leap, but: the amount of absence will certainly not wake up the qualitative nerve endings! A hundred times of scholars, a lifetime of praise (prose editor: drops of ink 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…

Way

Vicissitudes meddle laugh fleeting, time tear drop, night broken bonds. Who is looking forward to the short life, looking forward to wasting time and pity. Sadness is like the case of blowing Jade yesterday, the desk is wasted, and there will be beauty in the dream. Inscription (because of the friends who miss the space, put down the work on the desk and walk into the space again, by the quietness of midnight. Talk about the more chaotic mood. I write in a muddle, you see in a muddle, life is hard to be muddled, it is boring to say it is broken.) Life is like Tide, ups and downs. In this unpredictable day, I walked through the last time of the year of the horse with a lonely mood. Fate comes and goes, dreams come and fall, facing the gentle night wind, cold moonlight, my heart gradually calmed down. Through the gentle moonlight and sentimental me, I always get used to taking up the pen in my hand to write the emotion of life, making my memory graffiti again with the adorable colors. Time is like water, always wandering silently in the sad and silent season, passing by shyly, giving me too many vicissitudes and helplessness in my thin twilight years. However, my ignorant feelings, under the gradually old appearance, unsealed the past whispers, turned into falling red and tossed into the soil, leaving only the fragrance as if it was the past. Looking back on the past, how many lofty ambitions of Ling Yun were covered by the dust all the way, and the wandering thoughts were hidden in the softest place in the bottom of my heart, which hurt the past. The sigh of parting goes through the corridor of memory, cuts through the fate of fingertips, buries a desolate place, and renders it as the most beautiful sunset glow in the sunset. In the past years, I invite a wisp of breeze into my heart, let the sad smile cry with the wind, and look back on the wasted life. Time is relentless, more than 60 years have passed away in such a hurry, not waiting for the old dream to wake up, but time does not leave any trace to move forward, only leaving regrets, shuttling through the space of time, to recall those past events like the wind. However, those stories that came out were wandering in the ruins outside the window, swaying the wind chimes sleeping in the dust, and chanting a song of separation alone. The melody was melodious, just like the continuous running water, circling around the old rings, only the lingering charm of sadness remains in my ears. Strolling along the road of life, how many fragrance, how many flowers are red, and the road when you come by the fence is as delicate and charming as flowers, which has influenced the brightness of a season. After a round trip, I fell into the depths of the world of mortals inadvertently. No matter how the faint dream wandered, I could not walk out of the narrow world and the mood of being empty for a long time, however, I could not see the end of the story, until I saw the end of the world, it was still ethereal, like a dream. The night is still so quiet, the moon is still like water, open a curtain of deep dreams sleeping under the moonlight, spread the picture scroll hidden by the flowing light in the wind, and write between the flowers, the inkstone is a piece of elegant ink, fill in half a volume of thin words. Through the window, it was lightly sprinkled on the paper, and the scene of noise was hidden in the end, but the past was clear in a paper of ink. Perhaps, the beautiful past can only sleep in the dream, then turn into a wisp of incense, permeating the whole season’s face, and then drift in the memory with the wind, leaving a vague appearance. Looking back and looking back, the journey I had traveled has already faded away from the old noise, and I can’t even see the pace when I came, the profusion of being exiled in the wilderness by time and space, and the looting of years, now there is only a farewell poem left, covering a period of commitment and a period of past. Perhaps, the initial waiting can only follow the unrelenting feelings, wandering in every corner of the world. Perhaps, the passing past has already been scattered with fragrance and buried in the long river of time. Why does the helpless sense of loss wake up in the midnight, fold the tears of memory into plain and elegant words, and pay tribute to those cardamom years that never come back? Have you ever met with tenderness, destined to turn into overnight sadness? Or are those future which are as thin as cicadas, can’t stand the flick of fate, and in the gradually old appearance, they are interpreted as the picture scroll of warmth, sighing the missing again in the lonely night? Looking at the half-hidden and half-bright midnight lights in this city, listening to the streets passing by by the breeze, leaving only a slight sadness. Endless melancholy has been breeding and multiplying since then, counting everything in the past, they all bloom in the lonely night sky like blue and white flowers, dancing alone in the wind and dust is hard to find, and finally cooling in the lonely moment, which makes the blue silk white and desolate fleeting time. I was so sad that I frowned when I murmured. The past is euphemistic in my memory, and I can only live in the cold night by myself. With that green lamp, it collapsed in a moment, but burned out the elegant charm of devout and foolish worship, write a song of separation, whining on the string. Drink those crazy complaints in the world of mortals. Yesterday reappeared. The past was floating and heavy. All the way, the scenery and the song of departure faded away from the noise of the past, leaving only blurred dreams. There was no loop in the real yesterday! 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…

Father

Normally speaking, an epidemic or cold cold is not a big deal. It takes three or five days at least and ten or eight days at most, which is good. However, that kind of uncomfortable strength could not be worse. Cough, asthma, heavy head and feet, and sore body. Then go to the hospital or clinic. No, I’m confused. Go to the hospital, it seems that there is some examination, inevitably, to prevent you from other lung problems, registration, payment, take medicine, come in here, go out there, radiation, in the stomach. Although the procedure of the clinic is simple, it has something in common with the hospital, that is, there are a lot of antibiotics such as docetaxel, infusion and so on. Originally, I got sick. The doctor said what should I do. The problem is that no matter on TV, on the Internet or newspapers, you have read a lot of related articles. What serious adverse consequences of abusing antibiotics and infusing at any time are enough to make you scared. A little cold, it even put you in an embarrassing and frightening situation. You said that this cold could still be cured. How can you be relieved after all? At this time, people are always confused, sighing whether people are degraded or the society is complicated. I have to say what it would have been like before. However, to be honest, the previous scenes are still vivid in my mind. Maybe it is a small illness like cold that keeps pace with the times! I couldn’t help thinking of my father’s earthwork when I was a child. I don’t know whether those humble Earth prescriptions can suit the remedy to the case. When I caught a cold when I was young, I usually took a few tablets of analgin, liquorice tablets, Huang Liansu and so on. Sometimes, even the hospital and clinic were too lazy to go. My father said that he drank his Sihe soup Guan Ling. The so-called Sihe soup is actually made of a few slices of ginger, some green onions with beard, a few spoons of brown sugar, and a few small pieces of clay on the stove door, which are boiled with water. Now if you want to drink this, the key is that there is no soil stove and you can’t dig a few pieces of soil. Anyway, at that time, I drank a bowl of this stuff beautifully and sweated. I felt refreshed and got a cold and was driven away. Although the earthy smell is strong and the spicy taste is strong, for the sake of brown sugar, drinking a bowl is also enjoyable. If you don’t have enough fun, you will pretend to be sick after one time. If you cheat your parents that they are still not good, they still need to drink. If they are good, you can see from your face and actions, if you cook another bowl, you should be conscious. Sometimes, if Brown sugar is gone, if you continue to pretend, father will say, it seems that this time is a little serious, Sihe soup is not enough, just take out the fire! Hearing this, he was scared out of a cold sweat and ran away immediately. He ran and shouted that he felt better now, which made his father laugh. Speaking of this hot pot, it is quite scary. The cold man lay on the hot Kang with his back exposed. He lit a piece of paper and pulled it over and over. He could neither burn on the skin nor be too far away. He had to feel the hot temperature. With a cup in one hand, it shone on the burning note. When the note is about to burn out and the heat is fully dissipated, the Cup will be firmly attached to your back with a push, the muscles also contracted violently. The Cup was magical. No matter how we broke it, it did not move itself. After a long time, only hearing the sound of Bang, the Cup fell down, and your tight muscles would relax, and your tight nerves would relax. Your whole body would feel comfortable and your cold would be cured. Children are always afraid of pulling out the fire. Adults seem to enjoy it. They lie on the hot Kang, pull out the fire pot, cover the quilt, and fall asleep unconsciously. Apart from catching a cold, it is the most common thing for a child to have a stomachache. Sometimes my stomach hurts badly, sometimes I swell badly, and hit it with my fingers, bang, bang, bang, bang, beat the drum. Father said that it was cold air attack, or greedy, so he rubbed it for a while. If it didn’t work, he found a handful of wool cut in autumn, a piece of clod, and set it on the stove, when the clods are scalded, spread the wool on the belly, put the clods on it, warm them for ten or eight minutes for more than half an hour at most, and the belly is like a deflated ball, nature is good. When burning clods, my father always touched them with his hands to test whether the temperature was suitable or not. If the temperature could not go up, the effect would not be good; It was too hot and burnt the skin. As for how many degrees, there is no thermometer to measure and no fixed value, which is completely the perception of experience, not the formula of medicament. When I was young, in the current words, it was just Arrhythmia. Anyway, my father gave me a pulse and counted it against the electronic watch, saying that there was something wrong. The doctor also heard it with a stethoscope, saying that there was something wrong. Every night, my father took out five or six red dates, put them on the stove cover, turned them over, burnt them evenly, boiled them in the porcelain tea pot, and when the dark red jujube tea was full of burnt fragrance, let me drink the tea and eat up the dates. Every night, after drinking, my father had to be patient to check the pulse. Sometimes, in order to count accurately, he had to check the pulse several times. In this way, I don’t know how many days later, my father finally said with a smile that he would not drink any more. In fact, I had already been forced by my father, and I still liked that kind of burnt fragrance at first. As time went by, I had already annoyed my appetite and felt dull. Well, I’m naturally happy. I haven’t drunk the jujube tea table for ten years, but now in winter, maybe I can have a cup of jujube tea in a small restaurant outside, and it tastes good, it just doesn’t have the warm process of childhood. My father has another trick, which is to cure toothache. When I saw a lot of people with toothache, I covered half of my swollen face and grinned. Some of them are useless no matter they contain analgin or pain-removing tablets. As the saying goes, toothache is not a disease. No one asks if it hurts. Many methods have been used. Even if people with toothache have tears spinning around their eyes and their teeth are broken, they can only swallow themselves into their stomachs. Some people really didn’t recruit, so they came to their father with a bottle of white wine and five or six eggs. At first, we thought that eggs and white wine were gifts or labor costs, but we didn’t know that they were medicinal materials. My father fried eggs with white wine. As for how to fry eggs, I don’t remember the process. After getting used to it, the person with toothache bites it. Soon, the person with toothache said it was much better or even no longer hurt. We looked at fried eggs greedily. Father knew our intention and smiled, saying that it was a cure and we couldn’t eat it. We didn’t care whether we really couldn’t eat it or not. Anyway, eggs were not easy to eat at that time. We couldn’t help it. People with toothache would smile and say, “Let’s eat. I’m fine. Father would clip one piece with chopsticks for us. After eating it into my mouth, I felt that the smell of eggs had been covered up by the smell of alcohol. But for the sake of eggs, I still ate it with relish. That was the real intoxicating fragrance! The person who had a toothache got well. He said a few polite words before leaving, but his father grabbed him and asked him to take away the rest of the white wine, but the other side refused anyway. We know that everyone is in trouble, and it is not easy to buy a bottle of wine. If it hadn’t hurt so much, no one would be willing to spend the money. My father said, “I don’t drink alcohol. If you take it back, it will be much easier to rub it with white wine, even if your teeth no longer hurt or your legs occasionally hurt. Under the persuasion of my father again and again, the Comer had no choice but to carry the bottle, said polite words and left. Now think about it, these earthly prescriptions of father are useful. Is it because of scientific factors or human factors, such as family affection, human feelings and true feelings. Anyway, simple earthly prescriptions, it really works a lot of times. Now, whether it’s headache, brain fever, stomach pain or other things, prescriptions, procedures, examinations, drugs and so on have already made your head bigger. In addition, the treatment process with clear procedures, the doctor-patient relationship with clear classes, the economic benefits of market prosperity and so on, behind the complexity, people may become more and more vulnerable! 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…

20

In my time like water, I buried the edges and corners erased by years. There have been persistence, wandering, hope and helplessness. Move forward slowly and grow slowly. When I look back, many things have been blurred, but many things are still fresh in my memory. The Northeast is always like this. During the Spring Festival, the ice and snow here will not melt completely. I always feel that time flies. The scene of Spring Festival last year seems to be still as yesterday, but the new year has come. Looking back on the past year, I experienced the first big turning point in the history of my life, including laughter, tears, progress and decadence, but all of these will be sealed in the past of life with the passage of time, turning into two words of the past. When I woke up that morning, the sky was still bright and I was too lazy to get up in bed. It suddenly occurred to me that I had already been sitting in the classroom at this time last year and I was still in senior three last year, every day, I run around the 2.1 line between my home and the school. It is said that this year’s Senior Three is worse than last year’s. In order to improve students’ performance, the school only gives them seven days off during the Spring Festival, I think there is always a pleasure of gloom. Hey, exam-oriented education, I won’t talk about it. It’s really endless to say. It’s all tears! Therefore, life is destined to go through many hardships and hardships, and no one can escape the situation that life has set for us. Or we are all actors in our own lives, and we are used to concealing ourselves according to the script, saying the prescribed words and doing the final things. In the year of 2009, I felt that I had grown up a lot, saw many people clearly, understood many things, and understood many rules and systems in my life. In a flash, the 2010 New Year has come. In fact, I didn’t like the Spring Festival since I was young. I didn’t like the bustle of people. As for me being easily ignored by others, a slightly better explanation is that I am happy and quiet, so I don’t want to communicate with others, so I don’t get noticed. But or another explanation is that I was easily ignored since I was young, which led to my happy and quiet personality. But now think about it, it doesn’t matter. Others live others, I live mine, everyone can feel their sadness and happiness in their own flickering life. In fact, I also forgot when I fell in love with the words. Most of the time, I tap something on the keyboard with my hands gently. It doesn’t have to be luxurious, but only for sincerity and truth, record the happiness or dissatisfaction in life, and put into it, I can release myself undisguisedly, take it as the sustenance and support of my soul, and also become the pleasure of my life. Therefore, there are always many things in life, which will make us feel happiness and comfort. As long as we look sincerely, we will always find something that makes us feel worth investing and paying. When the new year comes, I will always make my expectations and blessings for myself this year. Looking back on the past 20 years, sadness and happiness have become the passing clouds in my life. For the brand-new 2010, I only hope that everything will go smoothly and the years will be quiet and good. Dear 2010, don’t be alright! Praise on February 7th, 2010 (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…