Two tree

I didn’t come to the office for more than twenty days, but I felt a sense of desolation. A thin layer of gray covered the floor, windowsill, office tables and chairs, as well as computers and computer tables like gauze. Pushing the door open, standing for a while, looking at these objects that have followed me for many years quietly like a general. A few books were scattered on the table, as if some naughty children were making a fuss. Suddenly they saw the unprepared look of adults when they came home; There were still several cigarette butts in the ashtray, and the cups stood empty, there is a kind of unspeakable loneliness and loneliness. If this is the reflection of my thoughts on them, then the pot of hanging orchid on the windowsill shows the weakness that I haven’t seen each other for a long time. Without watering for several days, the leaves which were originally in a broad mood had already been rolled up and looked listless. Walked over, gently stroked its head, quickly went to the bathroom to fill a glass of water, slowly poured it on, just like the servant of Shen Ying watered the Crimson grass at that time, maybe it can exchange for the tears of its next life. At the moment of watering, it seemed to hear the stretching sigh in its heart. The days of checking are boring and boring. In front of other people’s computers, they face a lot of data all day long to check and compare, and judge which link is wrong. Doubt colleagues in the system with a distrust. Of this inspection wall is a city three daring guy, in enterprise during logout water 30 million, bribes of 1 million, and dividing. After the case came out, in order to clean up, the leaders of the above asked the Information Center personnel to extract a large number of canceled doubtful data from the background, and let us check them one by one, so as to standardize the future work. The young people who were transferred and checked were in high spirits as if they were traveling this time, and finally they could not pull and grind the cart under the original working environment. But for me, besides being able to stay up late at night willfully in the hotel and letting loneliness bite my heart arbitrarily, the disorder of life rules and the rough meals in the canteen, it is really a torture to the stomach which is originally bad. Thinking of that night in the hotel, an old classmate, Mr. Qi, came to visit. They leaned on the bed and chatted with each other. They didn’t know what the topic was, so they drifted to the same heart. I said: Why did family members have abnormal signs before their relatives died? I said: Well, I am afraid that the legendary body has no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart is connected. But can Science measure the wavelength and frequency of this wave? When I thought of my daughter, I picked up the phone and prepared to call her. Unexpectedly, the phone rang first, which turned out to be called by my daughter. It was already around four o’clock in the afternoon, and the smog outside the window became more and more dense. I couldn’t help laughing. The small city just got familiar with the traffic jam in the big city. It didn’t imitate the smog. Just like the central document, it can be conveyed and implemented quickly and accurately. But in this heavy haze, only the two standing gingko echoed each other from a distance, which was particularly shocking. They fight against smog and cold, and light up this winter. 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…

Cloud

There are still some days when the New Year’s Day of 2015 comes. An impatient acquaintance sent a text message to celebrate the new year. The message of the festival rhymes in accordance with the rut and is smooth and auspicious. You turn to me, I turn to you, and finally I can’t figure out who sent it. After reading this kind of text message too much, I felt like eating astringent green grapes, which made my teeth sour and fell into my stomach. Mobile phone text messages lack the affection, friendship and true feelings of handwritten letters. But now there are all kinds of telephone, mobile phone, Internet, chatting tools, e-mail box and communication tools. The end of the world becomes close at hand, the Earth becomes a small village, and letters are filled with warmth when writing, it has already become the yellow flower of tomorrow. Our nation has a long tradition of spreading love and making friends by letters. When we open the antique poetry collections, the records about letters come to us. The ruler is like Canxue, and it becomes a double carp. If you want to know something in your heart, read the book in your belly. If you don’t shoot the wild goose from the south, you may have a book to send to someone far away. If you want to use this love letter, you will find no evidence at all. This should be The Beautiful Legend of the book spread by Yuyan. FiberHome even san yue, jia shu di vangener. This book came first before it arrived, and I wanted to be on the coast of the isolated city. River san qian li, letter home fifteen lines. There is nothing to say but to return home early. He Shixi opened the book far away, and several lines of letters were worth a thousand dollars. What is recorded here is the yearning for relatives. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang city, I want to write a great book. I am afraid that I can’t say anything in a hurry, and the pedestrians will be opened again. Where is the mountain shade looking east? Exchanges 13,000 in. The book is empty and full of paper! Shed tears, and the book will be returned next year. What the poem says should be the precious letter and the difficulty of sending it. Who will send the brocade book in the cloud? yan zi back in, yuemanxilou. Li Qingzhao used the allusions of Huawen brocade and Yan Zu’s biography here, expressing the expectation of Zhao Mingcheng’s love letter and quoting so many verses, it is nothing more than expressing my nostalgia for the happy time recorded in the letter. In the 1980 s and 1990 s, I transferred to several rural middle schools in Junan County to teach. Letters from friends, colleagues and students have given me friendship, support and strength, which have helped me a lot in teaching, and I still have a deep memory of several of them. Those letters recording the veins and textures of emotions are like butterflies flying over the sea of flowers, dancing in memory. Two days when the class has a pretty girl, bright sunshine, learning concentrate on excellent scores. At one stage, I became silent. I quietly observed her and found no problem. Once I wrote a composition, I found a letter she gave me in her homework, and then I understood the reason why she changed recently. Maybe a long time ago, it was destined that the fate of a pretty girl was always difficult, and the beautiful girl was always arrogant and willful, and she often achieved nothing in her career, because the beautiful girl only focused on dressing up, because beautiful girls are always in trouble. This is the case in almost everyone’s eyes, and I have always been confused about it, because I am the praised one among them. I often don’t know how to deal with that kind of situation here. I refused all the appointments, because I still have some ambition, and I don’t have the ability to deal with all the problems that I know, I returned a letter to her quietly (unfortunately, I forgot what I wrote). To that boy, I also wrote a letter to him calmly, ending the order. These two text messages solved the problem. Although I never asked this girl again, the sunshine and brilliance on her face were the illustration. Sometimes writing letters, sending letters, looking forward to letters and reading letters are anxious and happy at the same time. There is such a letter, which makes me feel all this. One student was admitted to an unsatisfactory school and went to a major that he didn’t like. In addition to his mother’s sudden illness, he thought all these were related to him. There is a paragraph in the letter he wrote to me, teacher, no matter what happens, everything is destined. What do you think? I didn’t expect to write this letter to you, but I was afraid that I didn’t have a chance to write it, thus losing an opportunity to make my mother sad. I always wanted to say to my mother that there was no need to be sad when a person died, because the dead person was not painful, but I never knew how to speak to her. Teacher, maybe one day you will tell her, will you? And there is a place where the handwriting is wet by tears. I realized the seriousness of the problem. At that time, there was no phone call and I wrote a long letter of several thousand words overnight. Before dawn, I went to the post office in the village to mail it. After that, I waited anxiously. A week later, his letter came. On the back of the envelope, he wrote heavily on the teacher’s spring with a rough pen. Before I read the letter, I understood that he had figured it out. So far, I felt relieved that I also wrote an anonymous letter with a student. Every time I thought of this letter, a long-lost sweetness and warmth would overflow my heart. There is a young teacher in the school, who is handsome and handsome, and has excellent Chinese lessons, which is very popular among students. There was one problem. When drinking, he was unrestrained. After getting drunk, he made a lot of foreign appearances. For this reason, he was criticized by leaders for many times. After waking up, I decided to change it! But I forgot everything when I picked up the glass. My colleague tried hard to persuade me, but the effect was not good either. When he was drunk again in the dormitory, I wrote a letter to him imitating the tone of the students. The general idea is that we admire you very much in class, We imitate your unrestrained, eloquence, calligraphy and erudism everywhere. It is not too much to express our feelings with high mountains. But you got drunk again and again, and the mountain we were looking up for collapsed. If we do something wrong, you say you hate iron but not steel, then what about yourself? A talented man can’t defeat a cup of shallow water wine? The inscription is: a student who once admired you and now broke your heart. After writing, I found a student, copied it with the paper pulled off from the composition book, and stuffed it into his dormitory through the crack of the door. After he woke up, he read this letter, which shocked him a lot. At first, he searched through the homework of the students in the teaching class, trying to figure out which student wrote the letter and expressed his gratitude to the student. I sat in front of my desk and kept laughing. This letter was very useful, and he read it out from time to time. From then on, he seemed to be a different person and never held a glass. (I have been hiding this from him all the time. In case I see this article, I hope to understand my good intentions.) The long time brings us hope and happy time letters, which have gone away from us, and the rest is only continuous missing. In the long history, our nation has produced a letter with great influence. For example, the book named Ren Shaoqing, the book named breaking off friendship with mountain Juyuan, the book named Liu Yizhang, the book named appreciation Middle School, “And Song and Yuan Si Shu” and so on, the articles are well-known, read often makes people think deeply. In the modern history of China, the great influence was nothing more than Lin Juemin’s book with his wife. We later generations have benefited a lot from it. May those who are busy in the world of mortals pick up the long-lost pen in their spare time and write a letter to their parents, friends, teachers, later studies. Write down the bitterness and happiness of life, the warmth and happiness of family affection, friendship and love, and leave the beautiful and pure witness to the years. 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…

Now

In January of 2014, my wife and I, and of course the old people of both sides, were worried about one thing and looking forward to it. This worried expectation was continued from the only hope several years ago. My wife and I are at the same age. She is five days older than me and has passed the year of establishment, 35 years old. He had been married for seven years, but he had not become a parent. Who did this matter lie on and who could not worry? Before that, it was not because we didn’t want it, but because we hadn’t been pregnant. After the Spring Festival in 2011, with the transfer of my work, this matter was put on the important agenda of my family. After that, the traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine have been seen one after another. Of course, the traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine are not less put into the belly, and the daughter-in-law has also eaten the so-called prescriptions such as cock blood, jujube bark, red garlic braid and so; in the past two years, we had caught up with the maternity care policy of the Army. We went to the General Hospital of the military region in Beijing, and we couldn’t remember how many times we had run. Only the back and forth tickets were piled up a little thick. However, the pain was not less, the money was not less, but the wife’s belly still did not move. It is inevitable that our parents worry about ourselves. It was also in January, 2014, lunar December 18 before the Spring Festival, that grandma died of illness. After sending the old man out, he met the cousin who came to the funeral at the gate of the second uncle. She asked about our situation face to face: Is my wife pregnant, Liang? Not yet, my cousin. I responded truthfully, and there was no lack of frustration in my tone. This is what I need in my life! I was shocked when she said this. I knew that this cousin always spoke fiercely. Her prickly words might be heartless, but it really hurt me. Although I felt resentful in my heart, I couldn’t break out. Firstly, she was a relative of the funeral and an elder, so she couldn’t ignore the way of treating guests and respecting the elderly; Secondly, she just sent it to the old man, since then, they started to make troubles in the street. What’s more, they were originally adults. It was also in January of 2014, after the white affair of Grandma, our big family rushed to handle the marriage of our eldest brother two days later. I just sent it to the old man and then held a happy event, which seemed unreasonable at first glance. Things have their own reasons. The wedding date of the elder brother and sister-in-law had already been fixed. According to the custom of the hometown, once the date of the new couple’s gift was confirmed, it was not appropriate to change it, otherwise it was not good. Grandma also died of sudden asthma when she went back to her hometown in Shandong from Tanggu to attend her eldest brother’s wedding. Not long after the Spring Festival in 2012, in Tanggu where my eldest brother worked all the year round, a court sentenced him to divorce his eldest sister-in-law because of the breakdown of his relationship. With the help of an attorney, the eldest brother won the custody of his son Yu Hao without much trouble. The verdict required the woman to pay Yu Hao 300 yuan per month for the living expenses, which were 300 yuan per month, yuhao’s mother has not fulfilled any point so far. Yu Hao, who had been in grade one in Tanggu with his eldest brother, had to transfer to his hometown to be taken care of by his grandparents. From then on, besides expecting their second son to become a father as soon as possible, I am looking forward to their big and small children finding a wife to become a family as soon as possible. Nearly two years after my eldest brother divorced, on the third day after sending it to grandma, my parents’ last wish was finally fulfilled. As for the previous wish, they could only watch after the Lantern Festival in 2014 in the distant expectation. In the general hospital of Beijing Military Region, their daughter-in-law accepted the second test-tube baby embryo transfer operation after three artificial insemination. According to the doctor’s advice, my wife and I went back to the hospital two weeks later to check the results. This time it was successful, and finally it was successful! Maybe it was because of the old saying that everything went wrong. After experiencing many difficulties, my wife and I finally stopped worrying and hesitating, and finally saw the birth care policy of the Army’s free medical treatment, it gives us the long-desired hope. I am grateful to the troops and the country from the bottom of my heart. Time came to the 09:12 on the evening of November 2th, 2014 with my parents’ exhortations and my wife’s care. For others, this moment may be irrelevant and not worth mentioning; But for me and my wife, it is crucial and unforgettable, because it is the moment when our lives can continue! At this moment, our son was born safely, in the fervent expectation of my wife and me, in the forgetful cheers of relatives and friends. Just at this moment, the depression, anxiety, loss, hardship, and other haze-like emotions hidden in my wife and me for a long time seemed to have been expected for a long time, the strong breeze blows away and clears away! I think, my old people should also be in this state of mind at this moment. Finally, they can no longer worry about this, for their son and daughter. During the period of serving the confinement at home, I was busy and full. In the rare leisure time, my pink feet and fleshy mouth naturally appeared in front of me. I couldn’t help sighing: Where Has Time Gone? Isn’t time in front of the child crying and laughing, and just for the ardent expectation of parents? In March of 2015, I have been a father for more than four months. Just as my family and I expected, the little guy was healthy and cute, because he was born in Beijing. My wife and I named him Jingcheng. During the first Spring Festival when I became my father, although I couldn’t stay with my child, what did it matter? What else can I feel unsatisfied if I can become a father as I wish in my forties? From years ago to now, I have been back to the Army for almost two months. Every night before I got into bed and fell asleep, I would look at my son’s photo on the phone and secretly laugh and praise (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…

My

In my memory, my mother did a very good job in needlework, especially the embroidery she painted, which was far and near and a little famous. There are many kinds of shoes my mother cut, especially the Tiger-toe shoes, tiger-toe socks and tiger-head gloves which cover children’s eyes (the embroidered eyes are not convex and concave), which are vivid and vivid. Maybe I was influenced by my mother early. It seemed that I took a needle much earlier than a pen. In my memory, my mother’s sewing basket was my earliest toy, in which the colorful cloth head and colorful silk threads had a great attraction to me, and I often played for a long time. In my memory, mother’s dressing box was always filled with piles of embroidery and shoe patterns cut from white paper, which made relatives and friends from far and near come to beg. In my memory, the first time I took a needle to make a needlework seemed to be only five or six years old. My mother’s original intention was to encircle me and prevent me from running around on the narrow ship side. After all, the huge red paint gourd on her back could not make my mother reduce half of her worries, it can not reduce the fear of people on the ship for water. Perhaps, my initial perception of color came from my mother’s rag tip, and the first work I made with a needle was the rag tip. My mother trimmed all kinds of cloth strips into triangles of the same size, or trapezoid or fan shapes. According to my mother’s aesthetic, she set them one by one on the small table in front of me and taught me to go from inside to outside, layer by layer to straight seam, splice into square semi-finished products. Gradually, there were more semi-finished squares like me. They shook their bodies in mother’s hands and turned into bright and colorful quilts, or children’s unique quilts or coats, or simple small vests made of several pieces. Such small rags are always full of endless attraction to me. Small cloth strips which are less than the width of fingers are sewn into the inner heart of the rag tip. The gradient color selection is from shallow to deep, just like flowers in full bloom, from the flower core to the flower surface, I have blended into my own small mind, which injected endless fun into my lonely water life in my childhood. In the memory of preschool age, it seems that except for a radio, these colorful needlework are left. This kind of cloth tip often has a strong color contrast, which can make good use of the pattern and texture of the rag, and then rub into your own creativity to achieve unexpected aesthetic feeling. In the tailor’s shop, I bought a lot of rags for one yuan, and the waste was reused, which added colorful colors to the poor and monotonous life of that era. The most important thing is that it comes from its beautiful meaning, which is also called hundreds of cloths for the cloth tip. It is endowed with a beautiful wish to exorcise evil and avoid disasters by hardworking and kind people, and pray for health and safety. Maybe it comes from heredity, or maybe I got used to my mother’s demure when she lowered her head to be a needlework, and I have already been familiar with all kinds of stitch methods and steps of my mother. My mother always praised me for my unique perception of colors. The beginner stage was very short. A few months later, I learned embroidery with my mother. The stage of learning monochrome was not long, and soon I learned colorful embroidery with my mother with a little flower stretch. Monochrome embroidery starts from embroidering diapers, and the diapers of people on the ship are always extraordinary. On the double-layer square coarse cloth surface, add waist about two inches high, or blue, blue, or purple. On these rectangular waist, mother used to draw continuous patterns, or symmetrical plate Lotus, or other pictographic flowers. There are many kinds of patterns on diapers, such as Nine-son pomegranate, a handrail, and lotus flowers, three peaches worshipping mother, gourd, water chestnut and other flowers and fruits with auspicious meanings. The monochromatic embroidery type of diapers is huge, the pattern is clear, leaving a lot of white space, and the atmosphere is jumping without losing softness. All the semi-finished products I embroidered need to be reprocessed by my mother, and she will choose a layer of extremely soft cotton cloth to lining it to prevent the embroidery thread from being polished to the baby’s immature little butt. Perhaps because of the strong wind of the boat, there were not so many clothes clips in the past. Such diapers were nailed with long tapes and tied to ropes to dry, blue, white and purple, like colorful flags dancing in the air, it has become a unique scenery for people on board. Colorful embroidery can test the skill of quietness more than single embroidery. First of all, you must sit quietly and have no distractions to embroider satisfactory works. My quiet character has been in existence for a long time, and maybe it has been formed at that time. Most of the colorful embroidery works are pillowcases. With white background or light pink, pink and blue background, flowers usually choose peony, Lily, Magpie and plum which symbolize auspiciousness. The fabric of the pillowcase is very thin, anti-wrinkle is the first thing to pay attention to, and also the most test of patience. Colored threads are hung in rows on the online board. With the fine and uniform superposition or coverage of stitch layer by layer, the embroideries in the stretch of flowers form little by little, which are colorful, convex and concave, and lifelike. The needlework is the most self-cultivation. No matter how playful a child is, a heart will become gentle and quiet with flowers stretching in his arms. Calm down, you can see from the length of a embroidery thread she used. The most common saying of my mother is that if you want to save time, you will be more likely to tie the thread, which will cause uneven force and wrinkle of the embroidery thread. On the contrary, it will delay more time. Think carefully, the Little Female Red reflects the philosophy of life. Since I was at the age of school, I left my mother early and lived in a relative’s house. I didn’t learn my mother’s skill of making shoes, and I still feel sorry till now. I still remember that before leaving, my mother cut me a small shoe pattern with a thumb size, and even the Foundation was soft. I still remember that it was a pair of Big Red wide mouth mushroom shoes. My mother put a dot on the white sole with a ballpoint pen and asked me to put on the cross pattern, The headdress flower is a blooming rose, spreading out a small half-open bone flower. Due to the dark red upper, the flowers are made of light pink, changing layer by layer, plus two light green leaves, which are very beautiful. I fondled to play, but my mother picked me up high and asked me to throw my little shoes from the top of the chimney and give them to little mushrooms to wear. The first pair of shoes made by every little girl must be given to little mushrooms. The magical little mushrooms will open your wisdom and bless your ingenuity, peace and happiness in your life. From now on, the ancient tradition is so warm and romantic, full of fairy tale flavor. The mother who is good at needlework is poetic, even though poverty and hardship can not obliterate half of them at all. After approaching the school, it was far away from needlework, but the ideas originated from the needlework emerged one after another with various patterns. Randomly fold a branch from the broom, choose a small piece of white cloth and cut it into circles one by one, fill it with cotton, tie it in with threads and tie it tightly between the branches of bamboo seedlings, then I smudged with the red ink of the teacher’s homework secretly. A red plum which seemed to be unopened came out and inserted into the thin-necked wine bottle, which became my pride and pride and made my children envious. Since junior high school, I have been living in the school. I have been carrying needlework with me, and my interest has been transferred to clothes. At this time, my mother cried her eyes because she was worried about her brother who participated in the Vietnam War, so she couldn’t do needlework any more. So I picked up the old clothes that my cousin eliminated to wear. The pictures in the clothing magazine tempt me, and the styles of those old clothes were far from satisfying my inner desire to jump. My first ready-to-wear was actually a semi-finished product, which was also a coincidence. I wore the modified Tang suit proudly for two years until I could not put it into my growing body any more, however, this kind of toss cannot be accepted since then. It was a white shirt made by my sister. I didn’t know whether the tailor measured the wrong size, or there was some kind of magic in it, which was specially left for me to practice. On a too wide side, I folded three big live folds and closed them at a distance of 10cm from the bottom. The pleated waist is closed, and the pleated bottom is elegant and flexible, which suits my heart very much. But there were only a few thread ends left at the beginning of the wrinkles on the chest, which were not perfect enough. Then I found a small piece of yellow cloth from my mother’s sewing basket and cut it into five-pointed maple leaves, thinking that I would add a piece of green maple leaves, but I couldn’t find a suitable one any more, so I had to match it with a piece of sky blue maple leaves, embroider the edges and cover them on the thread head. Fortunately, I loved to boast at that time, so I took a few photos for my debut. When I was in high school, I was catching up with Qiong Yao’s novels which swept the campus, but I was more obsessed with the heroine’s clothing in the book. In my memory, those beauties almost all like white trousers with elegant dark shirts. Therefore, the living expenses less than ten yuan a week were deducted again and again by me. I took a few yuan from it to buy several feet of floral silk, and repeatedly found creative inspiration from the words. It often takes a Sunday rest time to fold the cloth of four feet in half. You only need to dig a round neckline, seal the edges, and wear a cut cloth edge strip to make a ribbon. Cut one from the cloth strip dug out under the armpit, wear it on the bottom to make elastic, a chic and elegant batwing shirt, matched with pure white trousers, and then use the rag to make a bow to sew on the rubber band, which is needlework, it made me walk at the forefront of fashion with the careful consideration of spending a few yuan. Now it takes more time to surf the internet and write words. Fortunately, NV Hong is not willing to lose her. She is just like another self hidden in my heart. She has been there all the time. She is on the large and small cross stitch; She is on the hole of the down jacket cut by the child; She is on the embroidery of the corner of a square cloth handkerchief; she was in the creative pattern of children’s sweater; In the sachets of dragon boat festival; She even embroidered the letters of names on the underpants of my children living in school to distinguish them from others; she would even put on a regular button, even an embroidered bookmark, a key pendant with a buckle …… she was still in my poetry, in my regular script, in my gouache paintings, in my interior design, in my eyes, the train of years moves forward all the way, and the scenery walking all the way is stepped back and gradually blurred, only the needlework, I treasured it all the way, deep in my heart. She became the poetry in my heart. She stayed with me from childhood to adulthood, giving me full freedom and full happiness. 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…

At least

Lin Yilian also has at least one lyric in you: and you are here, which is the miracle of life. In fact, the miracle in life is more than just you. The miracle in life is because of you. Today, because of his carelessness when taking the bus, his wallet was taken away by someone who was willing to do so. After finding that his wallet was lost, he naturally needed to report the case, A series of procedures such as reporting loss of relevant certificates. The incident happened suddenly. If it was completely solved by myself at that time, it might be too busy or panic. But fortunately, there was a friend accompanying me at that time. The loss of my wallet actually had nothing to do with her, but she immediately gave me all the loose money after knowing about it, then she ran with me for the whole morning. When I asked her to go home first and I could solve it by myself, she was still not at ease, accompany me until I finish all the important things. Friends are slim, and they will never stand when they can sit and blow the air conditioner. If they can spend one dollar, they will never spend one fifty cents, and they will easily get carsick. But today, I walked in the hot sun for a whole morning, took a taxi directly in a hurry, and gave me the rest of the money after leaving the money I could go home. There were also police officers who helped make the record when reporting the case. It was estimated that my facial expression was really too tired when I went to make the record today, so before making the record, the policeman talked with me for a long time, joking made me relax, then I made a detailed record for me, and handled a lot of follow-up work for me. There was no office style like kicking the ball which was often mentioned. I remember that it was afternoon at that time, and that staff member was woken up by phone during the lunch break. Although it was his duty to work, but now I still remember the way he tried to make me laugh. So the mood is moving. As we grow older, our experience will become richer and richer, we will see more and more gray areas, and we will become more and more clear that this society is not as kind as we imagined. We may have comforted ourselves: the world kissed me with pain, and I reported it with songs. But as time passes, we will find that not all the kindness and appreciation can be rewarded. Sometimes, if you give a kind smile to someone, you may get a cold white eye. Growth gives us mature and sensible eyes, and also begins to reduce our trust in people and courage to treat a relationship. Therefore, I would be more lucky to have these timely friends, family members and even strangers I had never met. They may criticize you in a scratchy way, such as: why don’t you pay attention to your surroundings! Next time be careful! I ran so hard with you this time! Remember to invite me to dinner when I have money! Are you stupid? You were cheated by such a scumbag. You are really unlucky recently, stay away from me. But they will also say it’s okay! You are still our favorite little girl, don’t blame yourself any more. It is agreed that I will treat you to dinner this time. Don’t worry, I will blackmail you again! Don’t worry. I have already contacted you. It doesn’t matter if you lose your certificate. Let’s go to reissue it. Cry what bitter! Go! I came to help you beat that scumbag. I went to the temple with my family several days ago and just asked for this safety symbol for you. Take it! That’s why we always believe that not all people are scumbags, not all the places we go are gray areas, and not all the relationships we devote ourselves to will bring betrayal. Because we are always accompanied by someone who walks through the muddy trough and then sees the sunshine. Of course, for some people who always feel that they are unaccompanied, all the above mentioned things will feel that they are just simply pouring chicken soup. But no matter how we look at it, whether it is positive energy or chicken soup, at least what we lack now is exactly this kind of trust and courage. We always have trust in those miracles in life. Life will make a lot of jokes for us. We don’t know who you will meet on this bus, we can’t even have an accurate prediction of every next second in our life. Similarly, we can’t change all the past that has happened. That’s why life brings those of you to us. Our achievements are more valuable because of the joy of our relatives and the blessings of our friends. Our grief is slowly passing by because of their companionship. The joy of life and the sorrow of death will become especially precious because of your existence. So even if we can’t grasp all the changes in life, at least we can always believe that we will not be alone after all. Maybe you once felt that you were placed in a strange Street and the people around you hurriedly passed by you. You were helpless, unbearable, sad and even angry. But at the ends of the world, people who care about you will eventually bring you back to them. A person feels lonely not because of external factors such as isolation, but from his own heart. When we feel that we are alone, it is still in vain to be in the smiles of family and friends. Even in the party they specially held for themselves, they still feel that this is just the loneliness of a group of people. And this kind of loneliness will hurt the hearts of those who love us. Human beings are social creatures, and it is difficult for us to live alone. Regarding ourselves as a lonely individual for a long time will make our life gradually lose its meaning and become widowless and tasteless. However, if this indifference lasts for a long time, we will pass by those who love us, or lock those who value ourselves out of the door. Then, change will form a vicious circle. It is not easy to get life and grow up, so don’t let down your smiles casually. It is with your company that life is a miracle. 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

Life is full of happiness and sorrow. No one only likes or not, and no one only worries or not. Life is originally a wave of wind and rain, sometimes roaring and shouting, sometimes silent. Can not be plain sailing, impossible moon. On the way, it is inevitable that sometimes you will encounter ups and downs and danger, and you will inevitably suffer the plot of others. Can the thrilling life be said to be calm?, It is destined to be a journey of joy and sorrow. Everyone has watched TV plays, which reflect the reality of society. The chaotic and noisy things inside and the intrigue of characters are exactly the happy and sad situation of people in real life. Sometimes the characters in the picture are gentle and virtuous, and sometimes they arouse thousands of waves. It shows that one’s life is sometimes joyful, sometimes sad, and sometimes dangerous scenes appear inadvertently. Either? TV plays are the reappearance of life and the reflection of our reality. Life is originally good. In the acquired life, due to the emergence of evil forces or the influence of secular customs, we turn from good to evil. In the communication between people, we are doomed to fight constantly and make choices constantly, which leads to sometimes happiness and sometimes worry. No worries, where is the joy? Everything is divided into two, and there is neither absolute happiness nor absolute worry. When you are quiet and sad every day, you don’t know how to feel happy. I feel bitter only when I am happy. When you are in joy every day, do you know what sorrow is? It is impossible for a person to live in the Bliss world forever or in sorrow forever. After sorrow, it may bring some pleasure; After happiness, it may also bring sadness. After all, life is happy for a while, sad for a while, is the journey of happiness and sorrow. In the face of worries, we should certainly face them; In the face of happiness, we should not be too happy. You should know that there is happiness in sadness and mixed sorrow in happiness. After grief, there will be a sunny sun and a prosperous stage of life. Besides joy, there will also be sorrow. That is to say, people live in contradictions, and it is impossible to be sad or not, and it is impossible to be happy or not. Happiness and sorrow are mutually transformed. After experiencing a happy event, sometimes it turns into a sad state; After experiencing sadness, people will gradually become happy again. This is the normal state of life and also the inevitable law of life. Only by following the rules can we move forward. You don’t have to be sad for sorrow or happy for joy. Be calm and understand the law of human development. My friend, when I read this, I shouldn’t feel sad anymore. When you encounter difficulties, you should treat them calmly without panic or panic. You should think that this is the necessary stage for life to reach the ideal state. No bitter, where is the sweetness? Face everything calmly! When you have gone through the ups and downs, gone through the thorns and turned into peace, you will understand everything. Don’t be sad because of sorrow, and don’t forget the previous pain because of happiness. Life is an extraordinary journey, sometimes a ravine, sometimes a flat road. Treat life correctly and take every step well. 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…

Buried butterfly

Wen/Leng Meng Yu is supported by the gentle breeze. The years are like water passing away, and the flowers bloom and fall. I don’t know where to go to the vast sea of people. For whom does the heron fly and dance? Breaking out of the cocoon, the beauty of the whole city, lamenting if the dance, a flash of tears in the pan I don’t know when it started to be so worthless, I thought I had left it for a long time, why there were so many tears? Why is it so painful? It has not been buried in the emptiness! The heart that has already died still hurts! So many injuries think time is the best medicine, but I don’t know whether it is medicine or poison! Let yourself hurt deeper and more thoroughly. More people are always unwilling to recall and face it, but they are always facing it inadvertently. Heart! Always want to escape, always think that time will dilute everything, everything will start again so naive, so ridiculous. But who knows the scenes behind the smile are bleak, and the glittering tears are always saying that the past is unbearable! The past is unbearable, but there is always such a wonderful story! -Me! I really can’t recall the past, I can’t recall it, and I dare not recall it! I am afraid of looking back, the endless pain, the purgatory life heart! Really tired tired! I don’t know when is the end to bury butterflies! Ruined his youth; Ruined his childhood; Ruined his heart; Also ruined his own wind! Still in blowing! Butterfly fell down, and her life was only seven days. From the moment she was born, she began to fly, showing her beauty to the world; Her tears; Her love; Her dance was too tired to fly, she slept in the drizzle and the blue flowers fell, and the wind rose and the clouds fell as beautiful as butterflies. Life is like seven, buried butterfly heart! If you also love words, music and making friends. Then please add me QQ:1006783781. Leng Mengyu gives you a warm harbor. This diary is not reprinted, collected and shared to your friends. It’s really a pity that you will get happiness if you don’t transfer it. Youth. I wasted it on words! In fact, I am not a word controller, but there are many people who control me. In fact, there is no gorgeous language in my words, but they say that they will be very worried after reading it! I think the power of words is much stronger than that of human beings, because words are dangerous, the most charming and dangerous. My name is Han Yu, your forever friend. Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…

Mother

It is close to the end of the year, and even many places in the south where snow is rarely seen are affected by heavy snow. Some people call this winter the coldest winter in history. The outdoor is ice and snow, a Looks White. Sitting in the warm room, looking at the confused world of ice and snow outside the window, I thought of my mother and mother again. The New Year is coming, and the winter comes and goes is another cycle. I wonder if you are living well this year? A few days ago, I went to the old house and opened the door. The first thing I saw was the tricycle accompanying you for many years under the pergola and the pile of firewood that you piled up occupied more than half of the pergola space. Because no one took care of it for a long time, the tricycle was rusty. And the firewood pile was still neatly stacked except for some spider webs on the surface. Standing in front of the firewood pile, I have already been tearful. These small pieces of wood cut by your axe are like crafts one by one, with the same length, neat and square, sharp edges and corners, passing through the hazy tears, I seem to see your busy figure again. Each piece of firewood is cut and placed by yourself. Your sweat, your breath and your mark are left on each piece of firewood. Although you have left us for nearly five years, but we have always kept the original appearance of woodpile, and no one has ever touched it. Not long ago, someone wanted to buy this pile of firewood, but we refused, because in our eyes, it had already surpassed the meaning of firewood itself, it carries our most direct concerns and thoughts about you, and in a sense, it has become a spiritual sustenance in our sisters’ hearts. In the past, when you came home in winter, you were always afraid that we would be frozen. Although the fire in the room was booming, you still needed to put in a few firewood to make the fire more prosperous. When we opened the door, the surging heat wave made us feel warm when we stepped into the house from the outside of the ice and snow. The firewood in the stove crackled, the teapot on the stove was steaming, and the smell of burning potatoes and roasted sweet potatoes drifted in the room. After many years, I often remembered the steaming hot, sweet and delicious sweet potatoes and potatoes are still fragrant with endless aftertaste. These scenes have been deeply engraved in my mind for a long time, becoming the most deeply rooted memories of home in my subconscious mind. I don’t know how my old mother rode a tricycle to transport those tree roots back home, and then chopped and sawed them one by one, which formed such a huge firewood pile over time, what an arduous project it should be. As our sisters got married one after another, the living conditions in the family have also been greatly improved. We also tried to take our mother to live in the city, but we have been used to the rural life, unable to bear the imprisonment and bondage of reinforced concrete, he insisted on returning to the regimental yard in less than a year. Since then, we have repeatedly dissuaded her from having a good rest and not picking up and chopping the roots of the tree. However, the mother who was used to working promised us verbally, but she still supported me behind her back. I learned from my neighbor that even before getting sick and being hospitalized, my mother was still picking up crops by tricycle and still chopping firewood. Until now, I have always doubted whether my mother’s illness is caused by overwork? Every time when such an idea comes into being, the feeling of guilt will tightly control me, and then I will fall into deep self-accusation and cannot help myself. Stepping on the snow without knees, we came to my mother’s grave again. Mom, we come to see you again. According to your preference, we brought your favorite tangerine, banana, candy and pastry, specially stewed meat and eggs without spicy flavor, and the Sichuan snacks brought to you by your granddaughter thousands of miles away are the same as those brought back home for the Spring Festival. Put the new year’s goods one by one, take up the glasses, and we will bless the mother of heaven for the new year together and chat with you, talk about the past of this year and the plans for the new year, and talk about the growth and learning of the grandchildren you care about; Talk about your familiar neighbor mother, and don’t know whether the world you live in is the same as the world, four Seasons Greeting sent, New Year endless? Is there any cold and ice? Do you have a warm fire to keep warm in the winter when snow blossoms fly? In the cold wind, we lit the firecrackers of the Spring Festival and the money we brought to you, hoping that this electrooptic artillery full of human fireworks could be like the firewood you added to warm us in those years, to dispel the cold and send you warmth. May this piece of paper money flying with butterfly bring our deep thoughts and blessings to you. Mom, happy new year. 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…

Famine

Many times at a loss, I closed my eyes lightly in the night, and let my thoughts run wildly in the blood, burning every nerve, twisting my bone marrow, but I felt painful but could not cry, if you want to sink, you will sink thoroughly. If you want to sink, you will sink happily until you can’t moan! Start to love the night, love the darkness of the night, love the silence in the darkness, love the warmth in the silence, devout prayer the dawn comes slowly, hug for a while the only warmth in the night, I was afraid of seeing myself in a mess and seeing this face beyond recognition. I was so confused. Loneliness is a lamp, slowly running out every drop of oil! Finally disappeared in the dark night. Loneliness is a month, quietly passing through the clouds, and finally disappearing in the dawn. I am an oil lamp, burning the last drop of oil, and then disappearing in the dark. I smelt the smell of loneliness, which was neither thick nor shallow. It happened to be twenty-three Spring and Autumn Periods, and I made a pot of liquor. The more intoxicated I was, the more infatuated I was. In this season, this wild year looks embarrassed like a scattered cherry blossom, watching the withering alone! The harvest is full of desolation. In the years of youth, everyone couldn’t help running for every dream in his heart regardless of everything. He ran all the way to thorns, fell all the way, lonely all the way, vacant all the way, stumbling and losing hope. I gave up for countless times, and persisted for countless times, because I was unwilling to be mediocre, because I disdained myself, abandoned myself, and made myself strange! Humble efforts, try to shed sweat on the road to success. On the road of youth, I have cried, laughed, tried, given up and hesitated all the way! Sad, desperate, lonely walking, walking on the uneven road! Disturbed! Panic, fear, fear of accidentally falling black and blue all over. Some emotions that I thought could be controlled contained the whole heart, just like I thought I turned a blind eye to some people and things, even if you try hard to restrain yourself, you will inevitably lose control of your emotions. At this impetuous age, you have a impetuous heart and there are impetuous things hidden in your heart! Therefore, sadness is always around you. Barren year, this year, barren people, barren hearts! The deserted front, the deserted destination, and the deserted future, the mighty fall in this barren year, unable to enter, retreat, the more struggling! The more blurred. This year of famine is the only harvest for me. 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…

Anesthetic

Immediately after the injection of anesthetic, the right face lost consciousness, as if it was stiff, as if it was swollen. Only half of the tongue is inspired, and I can’t speak clearly. I was a little scared. The doctor said, relax. It’s okay, which means everything is normal. I lay there with my eyes closed, letting the doctor pull teeth in my mouth. Is this the case for Tiger tooth extraction. No matter how powerful the tiger is, a shot of anesthetic will make you obedient. In fact, it was just not painful, but I still felt a little bit. At the moment when he pulled out his sick teeth, I still couldn’t help humming a little bit of rhinestone heartache. I knew that with the last trace of pain, my teeth disappeared. The doctor asked me to open my eyes and take a last look at it. It really broke into two pieces. I don’t know what to eat to make it hurt like this. The doctor was a young man. He teased me whether he was biting a bone or not. He said that the harder you bit a hard thing, the harder you bit, the more hurt you were. His words went to my heart like a philosopher. Fortunately, I still have half of my face. I always touch my right face gently with my hands. The Strange and Familiar feeling made me unable to stop, half sober and half drunk. Is that all? I think this feeling is really strange. It seems that I am divided into two parts. Half of them no longer belong to you, but you are still reluctant to give up him. He doesn’t know you, but you know him. Half of myself pity the other half of myself. The doctor said that this feeling lasted until two hours later. You can’t eat. Be careful that the numb tongue is bitten by your teeth. Or be scalded by boiling water. Because it has no pain. You have to take care of it more carefully. Maybe my nerves are too sensitive. I always think he is like a philosopher. He is giving me a vivid philosophy lesson. Yes, I didn’t really cherish my teeth, so my teeth were broken and it couldn’t work normally. I didn’t think how precious it was. I spent thousands of dollars to cure it, but no, it still couldn’t get better. It was even infected with inflammation, which made me hate breathing out the most. I really hate this embarrassment of myself. I had to pull it out cruelly. Although I was reluctant to cure it for half a year after knowing it was broken, my dream was still shattered. I brushed my teeth without saving it. At this time, my heart was already full of tears, but I was just blocked by a strong will. My right face was still numb and Woody. The anesthetic made me lose my pain, but it didn’t make me lose my sadness. I can’t eat, lying in bed, sleepy. Is it true that one’s life belongs to you one by one, and then leaves you one by one. You come to this world to feel what you have, and losing is the last opportunity to educate yourself. Cherish, it’s easy to say, there are a few people who really cherish and cherish. It is often a sigh of sorrow after losing. When I looked at myself in the mirror, a window was suddenly added to my snow-white teeth. I laughed at myself. I looked like a neighbor with my teeth on the same side. Losing one was just a little uncomfortable, but the tooth on the opposite side of it was like a couple. From then on, it began to be empty and lonely, and no opponent would bite it any more. I think from then on, maybe, I will be more grateful for losing, less resentful, more tolerant and less harsh for owning. When I gradually sensed that my right face was recovering consciousness, my sadness was also slowly leaving, and a kind of consciousness called deep feeling sprouted quietly in my heart. 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…