Narrative

Narration is so sad and beautiful. If it is not the amazing intelligence, it is difficult for narration to be free and unrestrained; Ordinary narrators still need to lay out the ways and methods of planning articles, so as to make up their weaknesses with this skill. Of course, speaking ways and methods may still be a kind of intelligence, although it is the general ability of narration, which can make up for the congenital deficiency through diligent study. But what can a poor person do? We had to use the strength of arms, waist and hip, legs and feet and even teeth as if we could shape and express this object which might be a commodity rather than a spirit. A well-known writer, a writer who seldom appears in public, is very fluent when staring at the capital, the Outland and the distant town, like knocking on the table and rubbing the flour cake, knocking on Beijing, the difference between Tokyo and Yili is extremely magical and amazing. In the final analysis, it was his talent, the reminder given by the dense cultural deposits of those towns, and the temperament of those towns easily excited his original talent, while Yili River, Kaifeng ice flow, it slips down, with vigorous momentum and various visions. From divinity to temperament, from appearance to inside information, from proximity to betrayal, from intimacy to love, we can see the author’s ease and wisdom in words and expressions everywhere. The best way of narration is the one that doesn’t leak any voice and color, the so-called form is scattered. Of course, such modern writers are everywhere, too many to mention. I used to think that I was talented, but it turned out to be a clumsy person for decades. Even so, every day, if you can write down these useful or useless words, you will consciously enrich and relax. This can not be regarded as a word or a witness of my own thought track, but a clear example of moving forward. It is my self-consolation that I still keep a good attitude. I told myself that I should write down something by this every day, although there are usually only some shining stars, just like seeing the wild flowers of broken orchid on the roadside, just like lighting myself as a small match. Always remember something, very interesting. In front of me is a tree I transplanted, called Nanshan Bamboo. Why is she such a name? Just a few days after I moved back, there were full of leaves falling down one after another like pieces of paper. I thought it was a problem of water and soil and adaptation. I just cut off the branches of the 1/3 and carried them to the balcony, after pouring through the water for three times, gradually, after a lot of leaves fell down, new buds sprouted, though not robust. But the leaves were thin, and the bleak atmosphere of a potted plant gradually became, which was the same as the cold color in the living room, and the home was set to be handsome and elegant, which was quite magical. Although I still dared not to hold her back to the room, I opened the window every day for her to have a night breeze, and loosened the soil, and prepared to water her with my son on weekends. I promised Boyuan’s son. This is the story between my son and me. Soon, I turned on the music and seemed to know that the music was so close to me that I hadn’t noticed it for decades. Stepping into middle age, seeing the brilliance of her star and satellite, hearing the sound of nature in the deep night, I realized that another beautiful way of narration in the world was beside me. When I touched her and talked with her, she rolled up and went away. Looking at her back, I sighed and blamed myself. Looking up to the sky, I sighed that how could I step into the palace of art. Without reading the history of music, painting and sculpture, those narrations with different tones, the time and space of music can not be spread freely, and the growing sounds of nature in the middle of the night can not be listened, on the one hand, he despises the current so-called literature, on the other hand, he lingers outside the palace of art. Regret ah. Now, the sunshine is pouring over my balcony softly, and music notes, Fu Lei’s letters and philosophy of art are piled on my desk heavily. When their families went out, they didn’t know that their thoughts could be so self-narrated and their emotions were more stable; Therefore, their narrations and stories were bred in a peaceful way, even the peace in sorrow, the peace between tracing and rebellion between life and death. The narration is so sad and beautiful. Narration, no matter it is the genius, the natural flow, or the force can not be caught, poor and rough; Narration itself, narration itself behavior, has been sad and beautiful. 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…

[Powder

At night, I was bathing in the gentle night breeze, wandering alone beside the jiushui River in Dexing, watching the colorful night scene and feeling the night of the small city. Under the decoration of decorative lights, the tranquil jiushui River is like a colorful brocade with various styles, colorful and charming scenery. The flowing river slowly reflects colorful and dreamy lights, which are charming, gorgeous and colorful, making people intoxicated. Colorful neon lights reflect buildings, pavilions, trees and lampposts along the river in the water, shining like pieces of gemstones, forming colorful wonders. Leisure pedestrians are like visiting in the picture. The lights of Dexing square were on, and the lights of Rainbow Bridge were also on. The lights shot the green trees like a transparent lantern on the roadside surrounded by trees, people can’t tell whether it is a real tree or a fake tree. Its light is not strong, revealing the warm color of orange and light green, which can only illuminate the foot, but can see the road under the foot clearly. The high headlight in the middle of the square shined the square as if in the daytime. The small light scattered in the withered grass emitted faint light, like stars dotted with light and green trees, reflecting each other and shining. The beautiful scenery made people excited and couldn’t help reciting Guo Moruo’s street in the sky: The street lights in the distance were clear, as if there were countless stars shining. The stars in the sky appeared, as if countless street lamps were lit. I think in the misty sky, there must be beautiful street lights shining like stars, which merge into a dazzling variety of street lamps, colorful lights and decorative lights to dress up the town as a world of fire trees and silver flowers, it adds colorful patterns to citizens. Into Dexing Square. Some people chatted, some played fists and swords, some played, played, played and sang, and some took a walk in the idle room, crowded with people and bustling. The most eye-catching nature is still the group of people dancing with music. Most of them are middle-aged and elderly people, dressed in uniform clothes, like twisting and dancing, accompanied by urgent or slow music rhythm, skilled movements stretch. The cheerful music floated over the square, the light and flexible arms were waving, the brisk dance steps kissed the passionate hot land, the steps taken were charming, the dance was soft and charming. The rhythm is gently rippling, song after song, burst after burst, a posture connected with a movement, accompanied by the vibration of black hair, in the psychedelic lamp shadow, show the beauty of women and the masculinity of men. Touching the hearts of onlookers. There are also children swimming through the fish with two kinds of skateboard, and the laughter like Silver Bell is so lively and lovely. The old people moved their waist around the square to relax themselves. There are young boys and girls talking with each other, the beauty of youth is shining, and a young and frivolous smell is floating. There are some people sitting on the lawn, Enjoy the pleasant atmosphere here and breathe fresh air. If Dexing square is a static picture, then the crowd is a dynamic scenery. I wandered there and enjoyed the fun at this time. The Dexing of the night is full of vitality everywhere, full of vitality everywhere, and full of the scene of seizing every minute. The street lamps stand gracefully on both sides of the road, giving off yellow and white light. The pleasant colors match each other, illuminating the black road quietly and also illuminating the wandering people. In the middle of the road, vehicles coming and going are running, which adds a lot of excitement and prosperity to the auspicious and warm environment. On both sides of the bustling Shanghai Road, there are many shops. Through the glass doors and windows, people who like to visit the night market are choosing their favorite goods. Outside a big shopping mall, a huge TV screen was hanging, and commercial advertisements were being played. A strong commercial atmosphere came to my face. The night was deep, and I stood in the night wind, breathing the fresh and clean air of the town, as if I was in the world of lights and dreamy ocean. Staring at the streets with changing colors, I felt excited and gratified in my heart. What flashed in my mind was: strolling on the streets to enjoy the night scene and being a Dexing person without hesitation! The night spread like splashing ink, the crowd dispersed, and the small town seemed quiet and peaceful. Under the weak street lamp, I went home in the night of the small town. 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…

The self-

Alas! I am so lonely! There are few lonely people like me in the world. The thoughts and souls of the rest are all suspended in the desolate and empty environment. They want to blend in the world but cannot blend in. They can be called the marginal people of the society! People in this world don’t understand me, so there are many people who judge me casually! Everyone says: when you were born in ancient times, why was you born in the wrong era?, I feel helpless! Or said: Are you the ancients crossing? Speed Speed back go! This world is not the other world, I am afraid that it is difficult for you to adapt. I am very confused that everyone defines it like this. Is the style of Yu’s articles unique to the ancients? How can I classify Yu as a rotten person with the literary style of vintage and the system of not vintage? What the Princes know is so one-sided. Oh, those who know me are less, and those who misinterpret are more. Those who say that I am like the ancients are not people who really know me. I hope that the world can understand, but I hope that the world can understand! The present work “from Chen Wen” shows it, aiming at this ear. Spring and Autumn, world have, warlords aspirations, talented people be appointed; Three of the period, Beacon four, zhuluzhongyuan, Baume & Mercier be operations. At that time, I was recommended by a bosom friend! Fortunately, I was born in a unique world and avoided disputes in the peaceful autumn. How lucky! However, I am a poor scholar and have a miserable social relationship. In the past, I looked at the ancient times and sighed, and later I saw the world’s wounds and worries. Although the country is prosperous, people’s hearts are not old, wine and meat exchange, what is the heart? That I am lonely and have nothing to return! Who is the same as me? Pitching and falling, expressing sorrow, flaunting a thousand miles, looking at the bosom friend in all directions. Yu Xi wrote ancient prose with shallow meaning, which was good at the old times, elegant and wonderful sentences. It was a little familiar with classical historical articles, and there were hundreds of poems and books. It was crude to read, and the sage was graceful. Yu admired it very much. For the change of ancient and modern, seek in the present; However difficult, when non-lizhuizhide, not injury Zai! Although I have a wide range of hobbies, I don’t have any special skills. I don’t know enough about myself, and people don’t know me. I have been in the fog for a long time and can’t locate myself. Therefore, I am very confused! Besides, the external and internal powers are timid and inarticulate. In front of the public, they are afraid of expressing and talking with the opposite sex. They will feel inexplicably nervous and dare not look directly at them. If they look at them seriously, their heartbeat will accelerate, you can’t say it (of course it refers to the unfamiliar person). Why is it so strange? Yu Yifu can understand the reason. It is difficult for a strange group to blend in, and the remaining shortcomings make me feel inferior; Once I am familiar with it, I can talk about everything. However, it is true that there are many people who know it, and the bosom friend is the best of the world, and the rest, more than met? Can a wise friend explain my loneliness? The vast gray, pitching and heavy injury, lonely and angry, very confused. Wei Xin met him, so he made a bad chapter, looking forward to his bosom friend in his childhood, hoping to change his life path and be promising. Spring elimination snow 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…

The Love

I am a person who loves dreaming. As long as you close your eyes and enter the sleep state, the strange dreams will follow. However, I have had many dreams, and I still don’t remember them. I once wanted to write a book, which was called remembering dreams, but I never wrote a pen to do it. Once this wish is realized, it will certainly attract many viewers on words, because many of my dreams are full of fantastic colors. However, it was not done after all. It is a pity. I am also a poet. Although I have done a lot of poems and compiled several collections by myself, Shuai Shixiang (a member of Sichuan Writers Association) once selected more than 70 of my two collections and integrated them into one collection, presumably, this collection can be regarded as the summary of my poems for more than ten years. But I came back to see, I don’t know whether it is called poem or not. So I doubted that I didn’t know what poetry was. I just took writing poetry as a memorable thing. Some people say that I am weird, and the way I live is different from ordinary people. I wonder that I also want to invite three drinks and four places to play mahjong, fight landlords, drink and smoke. What is the difference between them and ordinary people? Everyone can do poetry, just want to do it or not. Writing poems is a drudgery done by ascetic monks. I wanted to make the writing easier, so I once made prose. At that time, I went to a tea garden in an county, drinking tea while writing prose, which was often easy to write. Sometimes I sit on a hillside or by a stream, making a prose in one breath. Once you finish writing, leave immediately, never interfere with anyone, nor greet anyone. Because I don’t often walk in front of people, I know the people I work with, and I know less in addition. There are very few people reading my prose, and I am the only reader. As for the style of novel, I have done it more than ten years ago. However, I was still a student more than ten years ago, so I started novels without knowing what to do, however, I didn’t know how difficult the novel was. After writing more than 20,000 words, the novel was aborted at first. I have been a writer for more than ten years, but it is just a dream. The way of a writer is still too far away from me. Because since 1996, I have been teaching in the graduating class all the time. I just got to be a senior teacher in primary school, and at the same time I got to be a provincial Backbone Teacher in Sichuan province. My efforts were not in vain, so I started writing articles, it often makes me feel at a loss. The reform of education did not really liberate teachers, but increased the burden of teachers. Especially for the work of the graduating class, I had to do my best, so I just sigh for no reason that time is too stingy for me, and I have nothing to do with time. In my helpless spare time, I didn’t put down the pen in my hand. I was still doing what I liked to do, at the same time, I also deeply miss my extremely talented brother who died early in Na Ying. My elder brother Hua Zhijun (whose real name is Wu Yonglie) is a poet. He used to be a person I admire very much. He wrote a lot of proses and poems, as well as many ancient poems and couplets. It was a pity that his young life was lost because of various diseases. He published a collection of poems, a collection of children’s songs before his death, and several collections were favored by several publishers, but they were wasted because of his death, unfortunately, I failed to save a large number of his works. My brother once compiled a collection of poems by himself, which was named Angel, or God of love. I haven’t read this collection completely, but I am deeply impressed by its name. I conceived a sad love story last year, which was based on one of my good friends, so I borrowed the name of my brother’s poetry collection as the name of my novel, in this way, there is a novella angel, or the God of love. I borrowed this name to miss my brother, a very talented poet. Although I have done some novels, I didn’t expect to have a chance to make a collection today. This is a very happy thing for me, but I can’t feel at ease, if readers are willing to read these childish things in the collection, it will certainly delay the precious time of readers. If readers are unwilling to read this collection, I will feel a little sad more or less. However, ferry literature gave me such an excellent opportunity, but I couldn’t care so much. After all, with today’s collection, it is called “the God of Love. On March 4, 2008, Shu Yan recorded in baiyunxuan. 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…

Youth

Youth, lost but no longer exists lucky who can speak about youth accurately, what is youth? Is it energetic, decadent and irritable, or capricious? We hold the youth in our hands and squander it wildly. We always pretend to be very old, as if we have seen through the hot and cold world. In fact, what about it? We are just naive children who don’t understand the world. We disguise ourselves as a hedgehog and keep others away. Just for the little obsession in my heart, I always feel that no one understands you, no one cares about you, and live a lonely life. I mabigbiggirl I mabigbiggirlinabigbigworld It snotabigbigthingifyouleaveme we are in youth, do you know what loneliness is? When you are alone, you will feel sour when you see the girls beside you laughing and teasing. This should be the so-called sour grapes if you can’t eat grapes. You sit alone in an inconspicuous corner, looking out of the window, very quiet. But the silence at this time is also a kind of enjoyment. Although there is no one around you to rely on, you have a lot of warm sunshine, green plants, blue sky and quiet world. Hello, the declaration of young pride in the memory of that young man at that time could embrace the whole world by stretching out his hands and believing that all dreams would come true. It seemed that everything would not be too far away even if it would inevitably become more refined. We never compromised us. Still the paranoid teenager in my heart till today, can you still remember the promise you made at that time? I regret the ambition I once had, but now I forget it? Can that heart still beat as strong and powerful as before, can the mood still be carefree as before, and can the smile be as innocent as then? Is it really getting old? Maybe you are just like me, the color is not faded, and your heart grows old first. Have you ever asked yourself why? Why do you want to be so pessimistic, why can’t you be a simple child, why can’t you? Where is the root of this —– in your mind. What you are thinking will be reflected on your face. If you are pessimistic, it is also pessimistic, just like a person of seven or eighty years old, weak and helpless. But don’t forget, you are in the best flower season. Hey, young man, how are you? Young, the most proud capital, when you don’t need to think over and over again, consider it while you still don’t know why you sigh, and when you haven’t learned to pretend to prove yourself, what do you think is you, maybe you don’t believe you. Maybe you didn’t pay attention to how many people admire you for your youth. The world belongs to you only because you are young. You have to grasp it tightly and it is not easy to make public, vitality, recklessness and rebellion are all pronouns of young people. Because you are young, you can do whatever you want without scruple; Because you are young, you have the courage to pursue everything you want; Because you are young, you can smile to the person you like and be indifferent to the person you don’t like. There is no limit, no worldly wisdom, only do what you want. The brightest star in the night sky whether the brightest star in the night sky can hear the loneliness and sigh in the heart of the person who looks up to him very much like standing by the window, leaning against the windowsill and looking at the night sky. In fact, there are few stars in the black night. Facing the night sky with nothing, I just want to express my untold sadness. The name of the band is the escape plan, which escapes from the fickle and prosperous city, to a place with only freedom and casualness, a place that truly belongs to you. I pray to have a transparent heart and tearful eyes to give me the courage to believe again. Embrace you beyond lies. Whenever I can’t find the meaning of existence, whenever I get lost in the dark night, the brightest star in the night sky, please guide me to get close to you and don’t follow the trend, don’t follow others, just be yourself, the true self. There is no need to disguise, change, imitate, and live your own appearance in the most comfortable form. If you can, don’t become philistine; If you can, don’t become smooth; If you can, don’t live cautiously. Eat if you want, drink if you want, and do whatever you want. The brightest star shines the light that only belongs to you. Go for the best! 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…

Autumn

In the morning, I was called by birds again. Seeing the fallen leaves outside the window dancing gracefully, it startled the autumn wind for a while. The scattered ferns were dotted in it, and the leisure of evacuation came into being. Therefore, I lit it with a cigarette, sat idle, listened quietly to the sound of autumn, and watched the scenery of autumn. Looking through the plain notes soaked in your mind quietly. The corridor of memory brings some inexplicable melancholy. Imagination always grows in places you can’t see. The floating leaves gently touched the face of the years. In the era of pure water in the years, only a few wisps of fragrance of memory were left, which were flowing everywhere. The dew falling in autumn is lonely and fascinating. The sunset glow dyed the drunk dusk, smearing a faint color on the Daydream sky. The fragrant fireflies shuttling back and forth in the world will suddenly feel that they are like a delicate dandelion and can not see the outline of the years clearly. The beating tip of the pen breaks the lingering years like water. On the road of life, there are not many scenery that can stay in the bottom of my heart. The residual image in my memory made many people search hard in the autumn season. I hope that the lonely soul will not drift from place to place any more and can find a place belonging to itself. I am used to holding the plain pen in my hands, and the lonely sigh seems to be as clear as yesterday. Destined to meet each other from a thousand miles away, or not to meet each other. Maybe, in the dark, fate has already been doomed. I can’t help thinking that we met in the crowd of thousands of people, neither earlier nor later. We met in this way, and we were impartial. Then gently greet: Oh, you are here too. Every time we talk, there is an inexplicable warmth. In this happy and sad day, one person can read another person to sleepless. I used to see Huang Ju farewell to you, but now I can hear Xuan Chan. The cicada of autumn, do you still remember our appointment? Looking at the yellow floc on the ground, who can stop and look at the long gate alone? Graceful and graceful memories are shown on tour in the cinema of life. In my life, you are destined to be my insurmountable love. I will write the misty rain all the way into poetic lyrics. I hope that one day, you will follow the thread of autumn and sing the warmth like water and years. The years are passing ruthlessly, but our story still exists and the flowers of yesterday are still bright. Tonight, Xinghui drinks and sings. The horizontal pipe blows a flute, making a romantic song of the world of mortals melodious and lingering on the pavilions, pavilions and pavilions. Fuqin splash-ink, writing poetry incense, with each other, End of Time. In the quiet autumn night, I gently held the warm sunshine of autumn and dyed the fragrance of the whole world. Let the whole life be charming and light, sing around the whole life, smile and enjoy the beautiful night together. The call of the soul flows silently with your fingertips. I wish myself a beautiful reverie and collect my love in autumn. Your fragrance cleanses the endless sadness of wuzeng and softens the blue ocean in my heart. The elegant fragrance fills my empty heart. Since ancient times someone autumn. However, I appreciate the sadness and loneliness of every autumn since ancient times. I say that autumn is better than spring. Because autumn makes us know how to look at it. In this autumn season, a thick feeling is accumulating. It is also in this exciting season that it is easy to think of the Daydream pursued day and night in my heart. In the autumn of that year, you and I held hands to cherish each other. How many beautiful times did the world of mortals meet. Inch paper square note, poetry has been carried out. Your coolness moistens my heat mania. Even though youth is fleeting and fireworks are cold, I still stand by lovesickness Lake. I will put my eyes into a tough string, crossing the horizon and accompanying you. However, in autumn, I like to be alone. Being alone with nature seems to have a feeling of creating everything in my heart. Everything is born in the heart, and everything is destroyed in the heart. I like the fields in autumn, watching the continuous clouds in the sky, birds returning home at night, and farmers returning home. At this time, there was Chen Ziang: The former did not see the ancients, and the latter did not see the people. Thinking of the long time of heaven and earth, I cried out alone! Feeling. I like this feeling, being away from people, and the night is desolate. Time flies, in the long scroll of fleeting time, only the imagination of autumn. Everyone has his own imagination in his heart. To be honest, the leaves will fall down and will not grow until next year. Just like the autumn wind, the selfishness in my heart should be cleared. When it is time to fall, it will fall. I always want to hang it on the branch. Year after year, the soft branch will bend or even be broken. Autumn is full of love, and the wet Heart Lake is everywhere. With autumn, hold a volume of yellow poetry; With autumn, weave words without sleep. In the wind of words, in the autumn wind, the sky is high and refreshing. 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…

Return

I have been working outside for 12 years, and I have also been a wanderer for 12 years. My mother and I are far away from each other. Naturally, we are far away from each other. Only when I come back can we get together. Looking back at the beginning, once I disclosed my return date to my mother, my mother always tried every means to ask me about my detailed return situation, as if she was afraid that she would miss these questions she should have asked after I got home. Twelve years ago, I signed a contract to teach in a remote county near Guizhou. I opened more than two hundred kilometers with my mother in my hometown. The night before leaving home, my mother packed the cotton tyre that bed made specially for me for me. After finishing the knot neatly, my mother breathed a sigh of relief and said that I was unfamiliar with my life, all depends on my own efforts. I will go back to my hometown after long and small holidays and winter vacation. The National Day holiday was coming soon. I heard that a wireless phone was installed in the canteen in the village. I hung up a phone for the shopkeeper and agreed to make a phone call with my mother at 9 o’clock in the evening. When talking, my mother couldn’t bear the excitement and said happily to others that her son would be home in two days! When I hurried back to the county, it was already dark. I received a call from my mother from the village canteen to my mobile phone. My mother said a lot, even the neighbor’s Buffalo fell down the mountain with me. After dinner, I asked my mother why she thought of calling my phone and saying so many words. Mother said: you took a passing car for a whole day, in case you fell asleep and missed the intersection of the town and forgot to get off. You have already asked your eldest brother to wait for you in the town by motorcycle. I felt extremely ashamed at once, and forgive me for calling myself a man. In my mother’s eyes, I was the son who never grew up in her heart. She was full of expectation for my return date, but at the same time she endured the suffering of worrying about the safety of my return. People say erhangqianli mother worries, I said back Baili homalium hainanense sorrow. But mother’s sorrow permeated with the pleasure of our reunion. I think, deep in my mother’s heart, this pleasure became the spiritual support point of my journey back. Eight years later, I quit my job and went to the provincial capital for further study for three years. My mother came to that remote small county to take care of my children. My main journey back in the past three years is always divided into two sections: first, I took a three-hour train; Then I took a four-hour bus. My mother hasn’t seen a real train so far. The first time she heard that I was taking a train, she asked me doubtfully whether it was safe to take a train, I replied vividly as much as possible that the real train was like a big box connected one by one. There were countless iron wheels under the box, and the iron wheels were running like a long ladder tightly, they always run regularly without falling down. My mother’s Hanging Heart was finally relieved. I finally understood that I didn’t do well in taking the train and didn’t communicate well with my mother before taking the train, at least I didn’t make it clear that the train was a very safe, efficient and convenient means of transportation, which made my mother bear the worries I shouldn’t have had on the way back. Two years ago, I went back to work in the city. The distance between me and my mother was far or near, and the transportation was certainly more convenient. However, due to my job responsibilities and the restriction of my small family in the county, I couldn’t go home conveniently, I can only go back to my hometown during the holidays. My mother was obviously less enthusiastic about my return ten years ago. Even if I clearly stated the specific date of my return home, I could not feel the excitement of my mother in the early years, instead, she replied briefly, for example, oh, it’s good to go home, then I soak soybean and cook tofu at night. My mother has passed the year of flower armour, and I have passed the year of standing. Her main range of activities for sixty years is no more than a few kilometers. Mother took the tile house of her hometown as Dot and the farthest dry land as radius, which seemed to delimit an invisible life circle for herself. Now, every time I return, it has become a precious thing in the river of my life. Whenever the car drove into the crossroad of the town and rushed to the hometown village where my mother lived for a long time, my thoughts always surged. The mountains, mountains, rivers and rivers have left the shadow of mother’s hard work. Her waist has been bent into a bow, and she has refined it into a perseverance strength through hard work, shoot me to the city. The closer I got to the village, the more timid I was. I was really afraid that the ruthless years would dye my mother’s hair white. However, I still look forward to the arrival of the return date, because the return date is always fixed, which is the most tacit agreement between me and my mother. 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…

Moonlight

Night unexpected, like a young girl dressed in black gauze, she pulled over a similar waiting, as if they were occupied by emptiness until a round of bright moon silently stared at me. I was shy and dare not look at me, but the strong attraction forced me to have looking at her several times, she was so white and glitter, the milky white ripples rose in the night sky with a few lines of silk stripes and stars. Manman danced around her and said it was a dance, but it was still motionless, maybe I was the one who was out of the mind in a daze. She waved her sleeves and threw some fluorescent light on the ground. Although there were artificial yellow lights around, but it is hard to resist the moonlight that has been scattered on the ground, just like the fairy of ice blowing a mouth, blowing away the miserable death on the ground, put on the beautiful color that people yearn for in my heart, I yearn for it in my heart, and forget the black and blue body which has already been poked by the fierce knife light. When I come back, there is no place to hide. She looks at me again, I tried my best to take care of me with the gentle moonlight, and even the sound of three or two frogs hiding in the noise slipped into my ears. It was very comfortable for me to snuggle up in her arms. I thought she must be lonely, too, the wisps of blue smoke from my mouth twined around my face, which made people feel sad and pitiful. I didn’t know how to send back my heart and had to stare at her silently. That’s how I looked at her, she looked at me, even if time cut through the door of the universe, it would freeze at a certain moment. The moment at this time was collected in a small box. 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…

Old Well

Beside the ancient well, there were a lot of weeds, thorns all over, cobweb sealed the wellhead, Moss covered the well edge, and the ancient well in front of us lost its former fragrance, which made people sad. This ancient well has a history of over 100 years, which is less than 200 meters away from the township where I used to work. Every time when it was mentioned, the old people would talk about its story endlessly, and their words were full of love. It is said that one summer in the last century, there was a drought that was rare in a hundred years in the northeast of Sichuan. The sun is like a fireball, burning the earth. The Earth can’t bear the suffering of water shortage, groaning in the heat. The paddy field was cracked and the crops were totally harvested. Even the lonely and drought-resistant bamboos at ordinary times drooped their heads at the last gasp, staring at the rolling and withered leaves. What was more terrible was that people nearby and people in Ji town had problems in drinking water. People were so anxious that they went out to look for water one after another. Some climbed mountains and mountains to fetch water from Jialing River several miles away, and some carried their heads and dug all over the mountains, hoping to find new water sources. As time goes by, the high temperature continues. Near farmer Zhang big sleep. It was late at night, he sat alone on the stone bench of the yard dam, meditating dejectedly. The stars all over the sky did not care about people’s feelings at all, and were still blinking mischievously. The cigarette burning between uncle’s fingers was about to be burnt, and he didn’t notice at all. The fireworks seemed a little lonely in the dense night. In the corner of the thatched cottage, occasionally there came one or two dull barking of dogs, which broke the silence of the night. Uncle Zhang lost sleep that night. In a daze, an old man with peaked hair and childlike appearance came to him. The old man wore a long coat with long hair and a fan in his right hand. He saw a smile on his face and pointed to the vegetable garden not far away, if you say something, then go away. Uncle Zhang woke up from his dream, turned over and got out of bed, carried the hoe behind the door, and headed straight to the vegetable garden, which scared his family into panic and ran after him. When he came to the vegetable garden, Uncle Zhang hesitated a little, then went to a place where the ferns were growing vigorously, pulled open the grass, picked up the hoe, waved a few hoes, and a clear spring burst out, the spring water looks more silvery under the moon glow. That night, people’s eyes were filled with tears of happiness. Later, people dug a hole more than deep around the Spring hole, and built a circle of regular Stone strips around, just like a regular hexagon, all the way to the ground, finally, a smooth stone circle was covered on the mouth, and the ancient well became what it is now. The spring water in the ancient well is very large and has been lasting for years, nourishing the people nearby. When it is full, it will quietly overflow into the ditch below, which is convenient for people to irrigate crops. In the 1970 s and 1980 s, due to the existence of villages and towns and schools, people came to the ancient well to fetch water in an endless stream. People who carried water, washed clothes and searched for vegetables were very busy beside the ancient well. Put the barrel rope through the bamboo hole and cover it on the bamboo pole, gently put it into the well, then stretch the bamboo pole down to make the rope pull the bucket to tilt and enter the water, then a bucket of water can be poured out at once, the clear well water flows down along the edge of the bucket, spreading all over the ground. If it accidentally splashes on the peasant woman’s feet, it will also cause a burst of abuse. The Western Sky was covered with red sunset glow, and smoke curling over the village. The men didn’t have time to change their clothes which were full of sweat, so they carried buckets to the well one after another. The people who fetched water lined up a long line. The squeak generated by the swinging of the iron buckets and the tinkling sound generated by the buckets falling to, the sound of splashing under the well water, talking and laughing with people, was just like a beautiful symphony at dusk. The ancient well had no time to appreciate it and squeezed the sweet milk desperately to nurture the industrious and kind people. After a while, people’s figures disappeared in the twilight. The ancient well had been exhausted for a long time, and it had no time to wash it and then entered a sweet dream. The ancient well was so busy until the 1990 s of this century. It grows old, its skin is covered with weeds, its face is covered with wrinkles, and its neck is also damaged. We and several villagers drained the water in the well, climbed the ladder seam of the well wall down to the bottom of the well, scooped out the silt at the bottom of the well, cleaned up the water-shedding spring holes and pulled out the weeds on the inner wall, repair the well ring with cracks, and the ancient well is full of youth. Later, the school and its surroundings were connected with tap water, but we still couldn’t give up our attachment to well water. Well boiled rice is particularly thick, sweet and nutritious. The old people in the village live longer, which is said to be related to the quality of well water. When they are thirsty, they even drink directly without boiling. People in the village are still willing to go to the ancient well to wash and wash dishes, because the well water is warm in winter and cool in summer, which can bring people warmth in winter and cool in summer. In 1992, with the development of withdrawing from the township and merging the town, the township where I worked was removed, and hundreds of staff said goodbye to the ancient well with reluctance. Then the school I was in was abandoned. The ancient well was like an old man in the dead years, watching the children leave with tears. Since then, the ancient well has become more desolate. Because I couldn’t give up my missing for the ancient well, I went to the well along the familiar and strange path. An uncle in the field saw me and greeted me warmly. I said: uncle, are all the people in the village OK? The uncle replied: they are all very good. Some go out to work, and some buy houses and enter the city. When it comes to this, the uncle reveals a little sadness in his pride, but it is a pity for these deserted lands. Why don’t you live in the city with your children? The uncle was a little excited, but also a little helpless: I have to hold the ancient well in the corner of my hometown and listen to our conversation quietly. I devoutly cleared the cobweb at the wellhead, leaned down my humble body, and put a clear spring into my mouth. The well water seemed to be sweeter than before. In the afternoon of 2015.1.27, praise in the shabby room (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow vanished 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…

Look Back

One person, it is difficult to live. What is the difficulty? Difficulty is something that is closely related to the soul. Living in a simple sense is difficult, not difficult, the difficulty is to accept the misfortune given by fate calmly and endure the helplessness of many days in the long years. Tolstoy said, life is not a kind of happiness, but a very heavy work. Due to the lack of clear and intelligent understanding of the meaning of this kind of work, we are often like leaves chasing the wind in our life, involuntarily and flustered. Our life is heavy and hard, vague and helpless. Second, it seems that I know who you are and what you are doing, but I don’t know who I am or what I am doing. Time goes on every day, and the story is on stage every time. Flowers bloom and fade, and winter goes and spring comes. My mood of wasting time has never stopped. Looking through my heart, I will try my best to make myself pure, to make my eyes deep and firm, to make my expression calm and calm, to make my steps dignified and calm, and to make my soul clear and transparent. Third, we have been trying our best to learn maturity in our own way, so that we can walk on our own path frankly. We kept our life so hard and polished it gently until it was shining slightly. It is impossible for people to have a smooth sailing. There are always days when the wind and snow are carried and the steps are difficult. We can only be strong, cruel but true to those necessary disasters. When four people live, they must experience the world. Only through experience can they grow up. Only through thousands of things can they develop their own way of life. The world is windy and windy, and our environment is refined; The world is warm and cold, and our place of tolerance is also; The world is reversed, so is our practice. Fifth, my memory is full of patches. I thought you were very close, but now you are really far away from me, I remembered to draw you closer. Some people have some things, which collide day by day, but are always vague and hard to be clear; While some people have some things, which just pass by inadvertently, but engraved in their hearts, through decades of time, collision of your soul every night. Six God gives us ears, which is to let us hear all the miscellaneous voices in the world. Parents give us kindness, which is to let us put all the miscellaneous voices, convert it into a note full of true love. The warmth of love lies in the trifles of ordinary life, which is ordinary, subtle and real, but when it comes to it, it is very warm. 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…