Writer

Writer, what a sacred word! How many dreams of boys and girls! When I was young, I also had a writer’s dream. Wasting time makes many dreams turn into a wisp of light smoke, drifting away with the wind, leaving the dream empty. The reality is full of bones. Writers are already like mirages in memory; Occasionally writing is just the release of emotions and the record of life. However, a fellowship activity of the Writers Association at the end of 2014 made me truly feel that writers are not far away from us! On Lunar December 23, bitai Youlian called and said that I was invited by someone to attend the Spring Festival fellowship of Anlu Writers Association. I haven’t asked the reason yet, the mobile phone is not awesome, and the power is cut off. It happened that there was a power outage at home, so I couldn’t contact her. The phone call of bitai Youlian surprised me. Although I am the representative of Anlu Cultural Congress, he did not join the Writers Association. Apart from participating in the essay-writing activities of the Writers Association and having no contact with the Writers Association, how did they think of inviting me? In the afternoon, I called, turned on the phone, saw the invitation sent by Ma Hong in QQ, and informed the specific time and address of the event. Then I knew what bitai Youlian said was true. Because I know that Ma Hong is a member of Hubei Writers Association, the information she sent will definitely not be fake. I felt a little excited when I thought of meeting several famous writers of Anlu and Network writers who had been admired for a long time. On Lunar December 27, at 2:00 p.m., Fenghai Tiancheng conference hall on the sixth floor, I joined the meeting on time. It was my first time to participate in the activities of Writers Association. The strange face made me a little stiff, so I didn’t have much interaction with literary friends. Fortunately, it didn’t take long for the participants to come one after another, and the networking activities began. After announcing the adjustment of the Presidium members of Anlu Writers Association, the host began to introduce special guests and members: Zhao Jinhe, Cao Junqing, Yi Qianyuan, Zhu Shaobin, Yu Changliang, wu Ju, a series of famous names, made people awe-inspiring; The media and network moderators such as the cold against the water, the Echo Wall, the Mirror and the catalogue finally unveiled the mysterious veil; Central Plains people, liuxiong, the familiar strangers like Biyun xiannshi, who lived by Fuhe River and Zhou chengwan’er came to reality from the Internet. A burst of applause conveyed the excitement of acquaintance! Anlu has its own place in Hubei and even in the national literary world. A county-level city has a member of the National Writers Association and 18 members of the Provincial Writers Association, which can enter the top in the country. I could speak so confidently because Zhao Jinhe was sitting on my left and Cao Junqing was sitting on my right. Yi Qianyuan, the chairman of the Federation of Literature and art, made a humorous and sensational speech. Anlu not only had Zhao Jinhe and Cao Junqing, but also Zhu Shaobin, Yang Mingzhi, Xu xufa and Yu Changliang. Of course, without the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau present here, they would not exist. Zhao Jinhe, a famous writer in China, whose works were selected into Chinese textbooks of senior high school, was still in high spirits when talking about writing. He listened to his lectures when he was young, and today he listened to his feelings again, which was especially cordial. Cao Junqing, a member of Chinese Writers Association and chairman of Anlu Writers Association, was at his peak in 2014. The novella “a sword of Blood” won the first place in the novella of the 6th Hubei Literature Prize (the highest prize in Hubei literature), short story please you go fishing “won the storage Jiwang prize annual awards, gains bonus 100,000 yuan. To be a writer, you need to read more and write more. If you write too much, you will always publish it; If you publish too much, you will always get results. Chairman Cao’s words were simple, but every word was in his heart. Fortunately, many literary lovers in Anlu are busy writing, and some of them have already made their debut. One day, you will also bring surprises to Anlu’s literary world. Words, a burst of applause, the same blood boiling! Writer, this seemingly unreachable dream, at this moment, makes people feel that she is not far away from us. The distance between heart and heart gets closer, and everyone will let go in the following activities. Chanting poems passionately, singing enthusiastically and taking photos intimately became a sea of joy! Unconsciously, it was dinner time, and the literary friends sat around at will. As long as you report your online name, you seem to be old friends for the faces you have never met before, because you have known each other online for a long time. It is lucky to sit at the same table with poets like peanuts and trees, and Jiang Yi, who can touch the spirit of poets; There is a big gap between the net names of the two famous literary moderators in the Echo Wall and the Mirror and the reality, the echo wall like a mountain in my imagination is a gentle woman, while the woman living in the mirror in my imagination is a big man; The netizens like xiannshi Biyun and who live beside the Fuhe River make people fall in love at first sight. Leaders of the literary federation and Writers Association came to toast in turn, making people feel the warmth of the big family! Wu Ju, the Prince of Love Poem, finally arrived. On the Internet, I have admired him for a long time. His easygoing and generous character made people feel like old friends at the first meeting, and he was totally free. I, who didn’t drink, couldn’t help raising glasses and drinking freely. After the banquet, I didn’t know the way back to thank the Writers Association, which provided us with a platform for communication and made me know those people around me who insisted on writing. Thanks to the writers association, I regained my confidence and felt that writers were actually around us. As long as we stick to our dreams and write with perseverance, each of us may become a writer! Like (prose editor: Ink drops into wounds) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Wandering

Strolling on the streets of Xi’an in the early morning, the whole road was quiet, just like this sleeping city; The French phoenix tree took pains to set the background for me all the way. I saw the constant light and the posters on the wall, I saw the park bench that kept me and the buildings that stayed in the distance. In the night wind, the hem of my shirt was not very clever. It seemed that except me, it was always quiet here, very neatly. I think I should be a docile animal. Maybe I have sharp edges and corners and non-tender blade, but I try to wrap them tightly and hide them carefully. I just want to be gentle, simple people, make good friends with the world and everyone. If possible, I want to take all your hands and see the outside world together. But my humble people thought that if they had been in my mind for countless times, where are they scattered in the world now, and they forgot when and on the way they came, I can’t see them anymore. The girl who once made me extremely expect for tomorrow will leave this summer. We didn’t say a word or get together. Maybe she only knew me. Maybe she didn’t mean to stay at all. The ending was just right, each other will not become chapters in each other’s stories; But I can’t understand the concise and comprehensive truth. The future she is going to leave makes me become a Gypsy wandering around the world, I tossed and turned on many lonely balconies, facing the complicated world, burning Lanzhou which I had never touched, bitter and sober. Those friends who I want to join hands, long Shu greetings. They are afraid that they are going to forget me. Once we agreed to go together, succeed together and honor together. Now, these childish agreements can no longer be as stubborn as those years, not everything is like what we thought. When the world is aggressive, we will still compromise and retreat. When it calls us to separate, even if our eyes are red, we also separated obediently. After all, not everyone will be together, and no one will be together forever. As for my idea of making friends with the whole world, it also collapsed in the previous days. When a friend spoke to me coldly, I understood again: not everyone would like you. I said I wanted to describe the world, but lost myself in front of it. I was like an innocent painter, drawing portraits for Demons undefensively, but finally I was corroded by demons. Maybe we are all the same. When the world deviates from our imagination, we will be confused, confused, uneasy, at a loss, and even painful. When we find that we cannot carry out our ideas, when we realize our dreams, we are losing ourselves unconsciously and irrevocably. I have never seen many strange scenes in my life. Sunrise can be counted as sunrise. This is my second time to watch sunrise. The last time was on the day after the college entrance examination, the dawn after sleepless night. At that time, regardless of the future and indulgence in joy, what I saw was also a sunrise. In a foreign land, in an ancient city, in this loose and great sunrise, I was inexplicably moved, a touch of receiving degrees, maybe it’s just a painting, as Pang as the sun, as small as me. But we are bathed in the same warmth. We should contact those scattered friends. Forgive me for only complaining. You have your world and your affairs. I understand. It is not necessary to find you. It is not necessary to go together. As long as you know your news, it is enough. I will continue to be bright until everyone likes me. When we want to describe the world, we ‘d better protect ourselves first. We should believe in the world. Even though it is a little different, it is still very beautiful. 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…

Liu

Recently, I have the opportunity to live in an urban fringe village. A marketplace livelihood breath, a little small Jasper-like feeling. When I work near here, I often have leisure time, day or night, my steps and eyes are lingering over and over again. I want to see through the survival and the reason and significance of supporting the family one by one in this street. Besides, why did I suddenly wander here? To be honest, I was surprised by the dirty, chaotic, miscellaneous and collapsed atmosphere here. A village which was close to the city didn’t see prosperity and fashion at all, and it was even not as beautiful as my hometown, rural villages and towns. However, I don’t hate it. Because we can’t see arrogance, domineering, majestic, oppressive, and magnificent indifference and ostentation here is the tiny days of quiet little people, a kind of quiet and slow, the flowing breath and smell. There are local and remote accents rippling in every street. Especially in the night, the figure of the noisy migrant workers is flowing endlessly. Here, There, the body and mind that have been tired for a day are dispelled here. I am used to the fast pace nowadays, the resplendent survival mode of comparing and packaging, I really like this plain and simple atmosphere of marketplace. Several years later, everything here is very suitable for nostalgia. I spend time and time alone in the streets here. In fact, I can’t see the streets here at all. They are all dirty streets and alleys. However, small but perfectly formed. Clothing shops, booths, snack restaurants, even hardware Miscellaneous, all kinds of clothing factories, shoe factories, all kinds of chicken and duck dried vegetables, bookstores and schools are all filled in these streets. One morning, I stood at the gate of the only primary school here. Seeing groups of young children eating all kinds of snacks and fast food at the school gate, they quickly gathered into that quiet reading world. How much peace and leisure in my heart. I stood there for a long time. I can’t explain why I always feel a little reluctant to part with students or places with scholarly knowledge and can’t bear to leave immediately. Schools, students, or bookstalls and bookstores which are squeezed in a narrow downtown to barely breathe and survive, I always think they are the soul of this place. You can lose one snack shop or one supermarket. If there is no shadow of books in one place, it is a lonely and unbearable thing. There is a public toilet opposite the school, which is a kind of Pigeon orchid or gray blue building. Very plain and clean, very nostalgic color. I think it is a highlight of personality and elegance in this shabby town. Even in today’s prosperous cities, it is not inferior. Maybe it was newly built in the last 12 years! Walk through the public toilet and turn to the south. See a square. There are people doing exercises and dancing in the morning and evening. There are all kinds of fitness equipment around, pavilions, green trees and so on, as well as old-age chess and card music packed in large tarpaulin. To be honest, I really dare not compliment those people who do morning exercises or dance at night. It seems to stick to a pile of dust. It is just like the street which is close to the 107 National Highway and is ravaged by traffic and dust. However, the atmosphere of casual self-entertainment is quite appealing. I often stay there and watch for a while. One morning, I passed there and quietly took a few photos with my mobile phone. When was it rebuilt and became prosperous, which could make people recall the simple breath and taste of those years. Anyway, I think this kind of landscape is very suitable for nostalgia. I often walk past those dense clothing stores, large and small snack shops and supermarkets indifferently. There are also night markets with lights, figures and fragrance which attract appetite. Because no matter where you are, there are too many things like this. Although they are the necessities for people to survive. I am just greedy for the trivial sound of this small family like emerald. I really always have a purpose: I want to realize something in this noisy and trivial market. I always want to figure out why people in this world are living and running around? What’s wrong with your life? Why did you suddenly wander here? Is it true that what kind of friends will have what kind of life? Why do people’s survival modes vary widely? Why are the distant Southerners living naturally and naturally here, commanding us to work for them? Also, why have you been led by something for many years? Always let the survival choose or eliminate yourself, instead of freely and independently choosing the life you want to take? Is it just like this in my life? This place is called Xiao Liu village, also called Liu Dong village, which is located in the suburb of the Southern District of Zhengzhou. 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…

Laba

Many people say that the older you are, the more addicted you are to recalling the past. With the coming of Laba Festival, a song I sang while dancing rubber bands with my little sisters when I was a child. Don’t be greedy for your wife. After Laba is the year. With childlike tone, I came from the deep of distant memory from time to time, and brought me back to the time when I was a child. It seemed that in a flash, life stepped from childhood to old age. People are unwilling. The road ahead is really shorter and shorter. The more like this, the more expensive and urgent the time is. The more unwilling you want to waste every minute you walk around day by day, I also feel that I should cherish the arrival of every festival. When I was on duty, I had heavy work tasks and didn’t want to live up to the time. I devoted all my efforts to work, but my energy was limited, so I couldn’t take care of my work and home. For many years, the family life was in a mess, and there was even no concept of festivals in my mind. Jump out of the third boundary, not in the five elements. After retirement, I was out of the world of mortals, completely free from freedom and relaxed. From then on, what I wanted to do was to concentrate on my own life. Whenever festivals come, I will arrange meals carefully, which can be regarded as a kind of compensation for the past debt. The day before Laba Festival, I silently arranged three meals a day in my heart. The traditional Laba porridge must be eaten, so I would shake the rice, coix seed, black rice, peanuts, black beans, medlar, jujube and Lily in my hands every time I grabbed one, it seems that it is not grain but full of happiness and contentment. Cherish the happy life! I say this to myself. In the early morning of Laba Festival, Laba porridge was cooked and several rock candies were put in. The Laba porridge was soft and smooth, permeating with attractive sweet taste. The rising hot air was filled with the warmth of the festival, and the smell of oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and fireworks even made my mood much better. At noon, I simply cooked a few small dishes. I brought the lunch dishes to the dining table and shouted to the Hall: ready! To dinner! The man in front of the computer stood up and came to the table. He looked at some side dishes and said, “it seems that I have to drink a little wine. Drink! Today is Laba Festival. I immediately pandered to him. Wine is a gluttonous worm in my husband’s belly. When he was young, he was addicted to alcohol and became addicted to it. When he was excited, he would drink and sing by himself. When the bright moon came, he asked a pot of wine between the blue sky and flowers, drinking alone without blind date wine is great, and the world is new in dreams. Wine helps poetry, but also makes the table happy. Somehow, after he was not confused, he changed his temperament greatly. His drinking capacity increased and he often got drunk. And every time he got drunk, he would lose his appearance, which made the whole family uneasy. During those days, I was always scared. Every time he came back late at night, my son and I would be worried. At that time, I was always in extreme distress, and even thought about whether to go on the road of marriage. After calming down, the anger disappeared. No one was perfect and no gold was enough. Besides, I also had many shortcomings. There was a saying that tolerance was high and harmony was high. It was unreasonable between husband and wife, no one is absolutely wrong, and no one is absolutely right. Bear it, let it go, and many tangles and hatred will disappear. I endured the Great situation of marriage. After his retirement, he no longer went out to meet wine friends, and completely rejected the wine bureau of Hu Tianhai. I only drink a little at home occasionally, and the amount of alcohol is decreasing day by day. Sometimes, we also discuss a little wine culture at the table. I said, drinking wine properly is a good thing to keep you healthy. After that, it not only ruined your image, but also made your family restless. At that time, you almost lost your wife. Maybe he realized his mistake, and he didn’t lose his temper or refute it. He just said that wine was a good thing, depending on how to drink it. Drinking it well and keeping his body, drinking too much would hurt people, previous years is don’t understand. In the past few years after his retirement, his wine glasses have been changed many times, the smaller they are, the smaller they are, and now they have been changed into a small exquisite Cup, and the wine in it can’t contain one or two, every time he drank such a small glass to relieve his appetite. Sometimes I am afraid that he will drink and taste nothing alone, and I will accompany him to drink a little to cheer him up. Drinking some wine on Laba Festival will naturally enrich the festive atmosphere. I encourage him to drink! Drink!. While drinking and chatting, I talked about the topic of new year. I said: It’s going to pass Laba, these days, I have been thinking of the singing of my wife and wife when I was young. Now I can’t find the feeling of looking forward to the new year. Yes, my mood is different. When I was young, who didn’t expect the new year! Then I remembered the scene of Shao Xiao celebrating the new year in his hometown, the couplets at that time, the reception of gods at that time, the spring bars at that time, At that time, I especially liked reading chuntiao. At that time, during the new year, every family stuck a narrow red paper on the wall facing the door in front of the Kang, which was full of New Year’s words. I only remember that it is appropriate to enter the new year, everything goes well, and the whole grain is abundant, livestock flocks, more than auspicious, family delight! I can’t remember anything else. I asked my husband whether he still remembered that he would come casually, and he would like to enter the spring festival. He would pay tens of thousands of dollars, and he would be beautiful and everything would be updated! It is appropriate to enter the Spring Festival and laugh ha ha, the god of wealth comes to my home. It is appropriate to enter the Spring Festival on February, three or four peach blossoms will bloom in the garden, five six seven eight will add hundreds of blessings, and 90 winter wax will celebrate the new! The master spoke out one after another, which made me full of joy and laughter. These auspicious words all expressed people’s expectation for a prosperous day and a better life at that time. However, that was just a kind of good wish written on paper. The real modern happy life could not be seen by the older generation. My mother could be regarded as a blessed person. After the new century, she saw and enjoyed the prosperous life and rich life with her own eyes, which was a great comfort to I am. A story brought by chuntiao made me laugh. This story happened in Mr. Zhou’s hometown. There was a cultural farmer in his village. Chang’an, the production team, excluded him to feed cattle in the team. He felt that he was too talented to use cattle. He felt very wronged in his heart. During the Spring Festival, he used to write spring stripes to complain that it was better, I picked up the grass and earned centimeters! This spring strip is unique, real, humorous and funny. When the teacher just finished speaking, I couldn’t eat and stopped laughing. The teacher continued, later, when the cultural revolution came, the farmer was criticized, you are a party member, and you are not satisfied with letting you herd cattle. Do you have a party member like you? His critics criticized him in this way. I said, yes. At that time, I advocated to be a revolutionary brick, where to move. He was full of resentment when writing Spring stripes. It was strange that he didn’t be criticized. We had a happy laugh again. The lunch of Laba Festival ended with laughter. After washing the bowl and chopsticks, I was still not satisfied, so I sat in front of the computer and knocked this Happy Laba Festival into my words. I also pass on my happiness and joy to my literary friends. May you enjoy a happy Laba festival like me! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Cold winter

Leaning against the warm sun of the fleeting years, choose a crossing where the wind rises, let the long hair rise with the wind, and touch the words in the bottom of my heart with a little bit, what is the vicissitudes of wind and frost on the temples? The book is a piece of soft heart language, dipped in a thick memory, which stretches freely with the heart language, and is full of warmth in the cold winter. The boundless wind and dust filled the cold season. In the corner of the dream, I picked up the memory of the past years gently, melted my thoughts, warmed my smile, and poured many silent thoughts into the deep and shallow clear. There were fallen flowers and Eaglewood flowing in the dream. Every piece and every petal is the most unforgettable story. Every moment and every second is the most wonderful poem, on the screen wall of time, quietly carve it into a permanent mind. I have never forgotten the long corridor dyed with ink, the paper which is carefully broken and paved all the way into words, the long wind with willows, the red leaves falling down, the eyebrows frowned, the words opened for reading, yesterday and today, happy and sad, no harm and elegant, the most beautiful watch in the flower shadow still keeps the original gentleness. The memory that warms my heart is always dim the wounds in the past years, leaving only the most charming aftertaste, spreading in the deepest silence at midnight. The dark night falls into the deep and long; The long thoughts break out the clear glow of the stars and the moon. This peaceful silence, carrying the warm memory as early as the sun, surged in the eyebrows, melted in the heart, let the time flow, and can bloom the most beautiful Qionghua at the end of the mountain and the water. A wisp of wind, touching my memory, who is still wandering in the long corridor of Willow filled with smoke and rain? Who is watching in the waiting of sunset? Who is obsessed in the long wind? At that time, people didn’t understand the winter wind, but the snow was scattered. Chanting the rhyme of time, researching a clear and shallow ink mark, the agility between fingers gently dances out the joy of the bottom of my heart; Holding a thick poem, to read the quietness of words, the light of lips and teeth murmured a graceful clear dream, the faint ink fragrance permeated the winter wind, which covered thousands of flowers and trees, and the 24th Bridge reflected the sorrow of Autumn thoughts. Singing alone under the moon is the splendor of the sea; A song before the flowers is the fragrance of the bloom at that time. Sitting quietly in the charm like water, watching the prosperity on the other side, the original love was like a flower blooming into a unique poem. In my heart and in my dream, it was enchanting and warm. Most of the time, I expect myself to be just a flower, blooming in the midsummer and falling in this cold winter, making my thin body hide in the red mud, into the heart of the Earth, and the feeling of eternal life accompanying the happiness. Although winter is cold, but there are thoughts, time will never lose color, heart is warm, everything is warm. Pick a piece of words between flowers, as butterfly New Fu language, wait for the warm sun, ten miles long pavilion, plain heart into the note, will know every swim into a picture scroll, every dusk, snuggle into poetry, yingyan won’t come. I will sing by myself. In the scenery along the road, I will pick up a few pieces of Qing huan. I will use my clear water to clean my heart. I hope that time will be quiet and you will be safe. The weather and the human Day urge each other. The winter solstice is sunny and the spring comes again. Time flies, and you can’t turn the rudder of dreams. In the spring of the next year, there will be warmth of flowers. The heart is the constant prosperity, which is summer, cold winter, wind and shadow passing by, and beauty. I am willing to use this clumsy thin pen to wipe the residual Frost on my temples, touching the fallen flowers between fingers, warming the memories in dreams, wind, Frost, rain and snow, I only want to smile slightly. With dreams and thoughts, my heart is warm and secure. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

And book

Reading is a kind of happiness, fun and enjoyment. Last autumn, the school encouraged teachers to read books and learn to build a scholarly campus. The opportunity was rare. I read the dream of new education written by Professor Zhu Yongxin. The book is divided into ten chapters, talking about ideal moral education, ideal intellectual education, ideal physical education, ideal aesthetic education, ideal Labor technology education, Ideal School, ideal teachers, ideal principals, ideal students and ideal parents. Reading while strolling hand in hand with 30 years of educational practice, there are feelings and resonances. The Sea covers all rivers, and the tolerance is great. A truly excellent teacher should be a scholar who keeps forging ahead and keeping pace with the times, learning from predecessors, excellent colleagues and even our students. For the first time in history, education is serving for the unknown future. The distance between teachers and students is never as big as today. For the first time, teachers have to put off the airs of rich experience, learn from students modestly. Facing the new patterns and ideas that the current students suddenly come up with, we often sigh: how can the current students make us at a loss. At present, reading and learning is a good way to be a teacher who keeps pace with the times. Treat learning and work, not instant success, not impetuous. Think carefully, keep pace with the times, maintain a childlike innocence forever, and be a teacher who keeps pace with the times. Second, a nation without thoughts is a stupid nation. If teachers have no thoughts, they cannot be called educators. Education needs not only ideological educators and administrators, but also thousands of ideological teachers. To be a thoughtful educator, one is to reshape our educational behavior with thoughts, change ideas and actions; Change actions and change destiny. The second is to cultivate students’ minds with thoughts. Only thoughts can nourish rich soul and heavy personality. In the world of education, if rich thoughts shine brightly, if rich thoughts collide with each other, if Noble, rich, unique and profound thoughts inspire people, our work, our life is more interesting and charming, and we are truly worthy of the unrepeatable, irreplaceable and extremely precious life given by God. Third, only when the land tolerates the seeds can it gain; Only when the sea tolerates the rivers can it possess the vast; Only when the sky tolerates the clouds can it possess the spirit; Life tolerates the regrets, only in this way can we have a future. Tolerance means admitting children’s differences and their unfinished status. Education should start with tolerance. If you treat your students with tolerance, you will get the joy of taking a step back; If a teacher treats his students with tolerance, it means that his educational thoughts are more profound and his educational means are more mature; when teachers treat their students with tolerance, they treat the education process scientifically. Mr. Tao Xingzhi once said: Watt is under your pointer, Newton is in your cold eyes, Edison is in your ridicule. This is how we treat work and life. There are inevitably many disappointments in life. There are inevitably some misunderstandings when you get along with colleagues and friends. But if you can treat everything with tolerance, then you are the wise man of life. The ideal education described by Professor Zhu Yongxin warms the earth like the sun and warms the hearts of thoughtful teachers. Some people say that life has three realms, one is material life, the other is artistic life, and the third is religious life. We ordinary people like us may not be able to achieve religious life in their whole lives, but we can still achieve the pursuit of a happy artistic life that releases the soul, that is, to read more. The fragrance of the abdominal book collection is unique. Lifelong reading and learning, and be a scholarly teacher. Praise on March 12, 2016 (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…

To left

Look at you on the left and see you on the right. Yingshan red flowers on your cheeks, bringing surprises of the mountains in spring. Yun Yan Yi Yi, gently bring away the tiredness, bring a light bamboo forest clear sound. Bamboo shoots are pecking through the soil, peeping at the lingering face of the morning light. Take off a green leaf and use it to sound the sound of bamboo forest without dancing. The soil was loose and wet, while I was reading a book in which people were holding a pile of loess and saying goodbye to last night. It is easy to get cold, which is a characteristic of the present and also a common feature of this season. It is close to the solar term of Qingming Festival. I don’t wear much, which is not enough to resist the cold at this moment. Kezhouqiujian, frosty. At the beginning, the most beautiful one was that year, I had “idiom one point”. It has been strange for a long time. How many desires of old trees are hidden in ten annual rings? The cedar tree has a lot of worries. Lightning and thunder, wild wind and rain, hot summer and cold, if life is calm, they will not have the desire to grow higher, closer to the sky. Still. Scenery, still. Shivering, in typhoon, almost every year. However, with their strong will, they never waver. Time and time again, growth gives them the courage to realize this desire. Whether you stop or stand, the figure or back of others always go in a hurry. Like a silky and soft satin hanging on the bamboo branch, it always goes with the wind. Maybe there will be only one person left in the end. After returning to spring, he will return to his hometown. In the Qingming Festival, a handful of white sand will be scattered in the rain one after another, waiting quietly for the Scarlet Heart to turn into fog in the rain, until a state where things are forgotten. If there is leisure feeling coming to the mountain at this time every year, yes, it is not difficult to find that Azalea, at this time every year, will smile with Jade face, tears melt the spring, and use dark fragrance to attract butterflies that melt spirit, if there is no mistake in guarding a Millennium agreement, there should be a scene of Li Chongguang drinking poison thousands of years ago. Childhood will back the xiang jian huan “, only that understand: wordless alone on West Building, month hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard lock Qing Qiu. Cut ceaseless, and chaotic, is Sky. Don’t worry about the general taste. Now it is Yu Meiren, which is also good: when is the spring flower and autumn moon? Past know how much. Small building last night and Dongfeng, motherland painful moonlit in. The carved jade building should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed it. How much worry can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward. The key chain follows me, Lingling sounds and all kinds of pleasant birds. Birds hide well in the mountains. I believe they are shuttling through trees, but I rarely find them. The Caterpillar on the gardenia tree is greedy to sleep, lazy and fat. No flowers, its fragrance is still so fragrant, thick, but can not smell more, smell for a long time, people’s heart will be drunk. I am not deeply involved in the world and have not experienced enough. How many creatures are looking forward to and unwilling to live in this moment? Naturally, fantasy is not forbidden, but it will not encourage people to drink poison to quench thirst. Life is destined to be complicated, rather than people make them complicated. The swallow pecked at new mud, which was a beautiful scenery in the sky. But I believe that it can evoke those lovesickness far away from other places: swallows can return to their homeland, and what about me? Slingshot was once a treasure in children’s hands, but nobody knew how many swallows it made them soft. Grandpa, can you tell me how to make the flat ground generate waves? Wisps of blue smoke, white ripples, swallows falling on the branches, and clouds depend on the morning sun. I don’t remember the scenes when my grandfather held me and smiled when I was young. I can’t remember those words that I once said, but only the nostalgia of Yiyi still drifted between heaven and earth. A little barrier, Abyss; Cold air, around the sleeping land. How much dust returned to the Earth, relying on it, it returned to the starting point and found the purpose and destination. Looking to the left, what will be on the right? Looking up, what will it be? Few morning stars can also be said like this, but they, those stars, are not seen in the daytime, no matter it is sunny or dark clouds. Who is frustrated seems proud. It is better to hate people than water. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Spring

It is a common saying that you can’t be old any more when spring comes to July. Spring has been established for a long time. I don’t know how much water is warm, let alone in March. This spring is warm, from the beginning of the year. Diligent, we caught a lot of eels and loafers on the evening of the fourth day of the new year to satisfy our mouth. Now the sudden sting had already passed, and the spring equinox was also a few days ago. The noisy frogs had already quarreled in front of the door of the house. Spring is coming, birds are the happiest. Those little insects always wanted to take advantage of the trees when they were spitting new buds, arching, arching, climbing, and eating. The birds catching cicadas and yellow Sparrow in the back of Mantis had been waiting by the side for a long time. With a lightning speed, they swooped and chatted with their mouths. They got delicious food and ran fast. When they left, they still didn’t forget to show off. Peach, Lee and pear flowers couldn’t wait for the tree to wear new clothes. They leaned out one by one, showing their pretty faces and smiling in the breeze. The breeze warms up, the fields and hills are dyed green, and the flowers bloom gradually. How can we live up to this kind of beauty? When the sun is shining, you can accompany your family to climb the mountain with friends. Most of the mountains in the south of the Yangtze River are not high in altitude, green and beautiful, just like a small family of Emerald. On the mountain, there are many trees, such as fir, pine, zhangzhang, maple and so on. Of course, it is not surrounded by bamboo forests, and streams are gurgling. The forest was green and elegant, and the ground was covered with pine needles and fallen leaves of last year. As soon as my feet stepped on it, it rustled. When the peaks turned around, I could casually knock against a tree full of flowers and look at a piece of pale yellow, the cries of birds lingering in my ears one after another. Although the mountain is not high, it is also like a sparrow, full of courage and courage. The rocks are rugged and there are branches climbing on it, among which there are no strange flowers and plants, but the knowledge is so shallow that they can’t recognize their true bodies. Here, the mountain road is winding and tortuous. Besides the landscape, the most pleasant thing is the pavilions, pavilions and temples. Mr. Yu Guangzhong said a classic sentence in his prose “send Siguo”, his good friend Chinese-American Siguo, that the scenery in America is also very spectacular, but when he came, there seems to be a temple missing. No wonder this sentence was deeply remembered by Mr. Yu, because it was a big truth. For example, there were many temples on the mountains here. When you are tired of climbing, you can go to the temple to ask for a cup of tea, admire the Buddha statue, and rest in the pavilion in front of the temple. At this time, the mountain wind is blowing, birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. You can see that in the temple, sandalwood is curling and Sanskrit sounds are raging, which will definitely make you relaxed and happy immediately, and your spirit is shocked. If you don’t want to climb the mountain, then you can move out of a deck chair, bathe in the sunshine, close your eyes slightly, listen to comfortable music, and occasionally glance at a book in your hand, listening to the motorbike private cars passing by hurriedly on the highway, they gradually approached and went further and further. At this time, the peddlers will also be heard, first selling fir trees and orange trees, Camellia and osmanthus trees! Yes, the seller of seedlings passed, and the seller of pepper seedlings and tomato seedlings and cucumber seedlings came again. Their voices came continuously and resounded through the clouds; When they left, there was no sound, it makes the whole village quiet and lively. Spring is the season when everything is ready to go, and it is the time to make preliminary preparations. A year’s plan is in spring. In the vegetable garden, the lettuce is green and the rape flowers bloom one after another golden yellow. My parents-in-law and neighbors were busy turning over the ground to plant vegetables and rice seedlings, stretching the film to make the seeds a warm home. The same is true in the field. Early rice planting has already been broadcasted. Look at the field, the straight and white plastic tents like long dragons have been well known, so there is no need to guess. Plants know that hope is brewing in spring, so animals are not? At first, the chickens fed by their mother-in-law lay eggs every day. They laid almost the same eggs, but they couldn’t come out one by one in their nests. My mother-in-law had foresight. As early as a month ago, she heard me that her mother had a big rooster and asked me to bring it back. As soon as the hen squatted, she put a nest of eggs under its belly, let it incubate chickens. Now there is a nest of chickens, and another two nests are on the procuress, and my mother-in-law also divides the front and back. It can be imagined that in the future, three hens will bring three nests of chickens to the grand occasion. The small pond in front of the door is my turn to raise this year. At the beginning of spring, the Fry had already been put down. There were several silver carp, carp, crucian carp, grass carp and a big green carp. If you want to eat the fish you feed yourself, you can’t learn from other professional fish farmers. You can use the fodder to fight out, so mowing becomes a necessary lesson every day. Now where is no grass, where is not grass? I like this business. Put on a bamboo basket, put on overshoes, and stride on the field stem. White clouds blossomed in the sky, birds were standing on the wires in twos and threes, the wind was gentle. At this time, the stem of the field was a path covered with flowers, with white, purple and blue fine flowers of various colors; In the field, where are the flashing stars everywhere? Look carefully, it turns out that they are daylily. I could also see several cows eating grass leisurely in the field. When they saw me, they seemed a little unhappy. They always stared at me with big eyes, as if they were asking, who are you? Always rob my ration. Anyway, I was not afraid of it. I walked in front of it gracefully, squatted down and mowed the grass, and soon it was full of a basket. In spring, rain is frequent. Spring rain is lingering, thin and soft, no matter how it is reluctant to fall a lot. On rainy days, I am free. How many people to chat? Or how many circles of mahjong are touched by some people who have the same ambition? It all depends on yourself. I don’t know how to play cards. I like to sit quietly in a corner of the world, listening to the rain alone, turning books or watching TV with my son. Listening to the rain is extremely pleasant in spring. The rain in spring is durable and rustling! This is the sound on the leaves, just like thousands of silkworms eating mulberry leaves. If it floats on the tiles, it can be ignored, so quietly? Only sitting under the eaves, watching the drops of water gathered in the eaves rolling down. When landing, PA! PA! PA! Wave! Wave! Wave! Strong sense of rhythm, can not be described by the size of beads and Jade mixed bomb. In the spring night, it was quiet at this time. Only a few little frogs accompanied me to knock down this text. I always like spring, because I like the moment when everything is budding, the Spring is warm and blooming, the hopeful day and night, the snow vanishing in spring. Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Years Kong-style

My hometown is like a gas station. When I am physically and mentally exhausted, I always want to stop and rely on it to save the power to travel again. My hometown is like a bosom friend whom I haven’t met for a long time. When I am full of joy, I always want to look forward to a reunion and harvest the multiplication of happiness. However, the spring of the year is this bridge. Travellers who live outside cross the bridge, sniffing the old News of the country, listening to the old voice of the country, and looking at the old friends in the country, saving their energy full, it is enough for me to cope with the new work in the coming year. The happy gathering is always short. No matter how long the spring is, there will also be a closing time. Facing the approaching vacation, even though there are thousands of reluctant parties, they also start to plan the time to leave the nest. Because I know that I can’t be strong enough to stand on my own because I don’t experience the wind and rain outside and only know the warmth in the nest. Although the warmth in the nest can resist the wind and cold outside, wings without rain and snow will fold between the flight. Before leaving the nest, my mother always prepared all kinds of hometown specialties and had her own ideas. No matter whether this kind of product is suitable, necessary or convenient, as long as possible, I wish I could put the whole family into my child’s traveling bag. Before going out, I would carefully pick up the items, take care of them, and put them beside the door in order. Every time I bring enough special products from my hometown, because I know that when I leave the door, these are the tastes of my hometown, which can make the taste and feeling of home accompany me for a longer time. Every time my mother would help me to pick it up carefully, and put the items I took out in order and put them in other corners quietly while I didn’t pay attention to them. And every time I met this time, I would consider that I didn’t see them, it is full of luggage, but carrying family affection. My mother told me that if I went out of the door, don’t look back. Children can’t fall in love with family. Children who fall in love with family can’t walk far and have no ambition. Therefore, every trip, the luggage will be checked again and again without any omission. When going out, my father would even light a string of long whips behind the car to welcome his hometown with red scraps all over the ground, and send off strangers with red scraps all over the ground. It seemed that only this tradition could be used, in order to express the unwillingness of becoming a monk to his children. However, even if you are so careful, you will still travel for a short time every time, and find that you have less important or unimportant items, which is not deliberate, but I would wear one or two pieces less and follow my mother’s precepts, but I never dared to look back. And I prefer to regard this forgotten object as a mark and a memory of my hometown, which leads me to return home next year. If you are destined to be a wandering person, you will certainly look into the distance, and your homeland will become a mark, which cannot fetter that wandering heart. Although you are full of concern, there will always be difficult steps to leave the nest, but once you leave, what will be left to your hometown will only be the tough back. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Youth

Youth, you are walking on campus, listening to your favorite song, thinking about my favorite person, it is good to have you! Inscription time flows quietly beside me, and leaves fluttering in the distance directly fall into my heart. That is my continuous yearning for you. Flowers bloom and fall, and clouds are rolling. Everything seems plain, but contains the past that can never go back. Thinking of that year, I snuggled beside you, and you listened with a smile. The distant broadcast was streaming with the missing angel wings which could not be waved. You said you liked this song best when I sang in KTV, because I said I only sang this song for you. Where are the fallen leaves going with the wind? The clouds accompany the sky every day. The Sky always looks at the fallen leaves sadly. The fallen leaves dance happily for the Earth. The Earth is always looking forward to the coming of clouds and blooming for her, for her verdant. Fallen leaves are in the wind, and the sky is empty and happy, leaving a gorgeous and beautiful moment. The sky is the story of clouds, the fallen leaves are the story of the sky, the Earth is the story of fallen leaves, the clouds are the story of the Earth, you are my story, just don’t know who is your story? Time goes back to the place where you and I met. The once hot youth and the once graceful girl are all the regretless youth you gave me. I never regret meeting, knowing each other and falling in love with you, nor do I regret that we cannot stay together. Time is really a bad postman, changing my love words to you into jokes across my boundless heart where love once came, and keeping the fragrance of yesterday in the past. Walking through the street we walked together, passing by the playground we stayed together the stone bench in the distance was our support for each other. I was there to cheer for you far away. At that time, you didn’t know my existence, I always pretend to have a rest on the stone bench, which is actually closer to your court. I can look at you from a distance and cheer for you from a distance. At that time, your mobile phone was full of you, your running, your pitching, your sleeping posture, at that time, I took my roommate to the playground for a walk every evening, just for a look at you from afar. These are played back like movies in my mind. My heart is so moved that the time when I met you was so beautiful that I lost my direction. You said you were going to join the army. I didn’t say anything. I was always very good. I never said anything. I knew that we didn’t have much time! Across my boundless heart, there was only a wisp of sadness. At that time, I often looked at the sky alone in a daze. A boy who liked me very much once said, there is always sadness that he doesn’t understand in my eyes. Maybe it is this sadness that makes me unable to accept him. Yes, sometimes when I look at myself in the mirror, my eyes are always sad. I am no longer sad, afraid or crying when I am with you. But everything ended too early. Waking up from a dream will only hurt me deeper. I looked at the bustling playground and came to the stone bench where I once perched, but I never found the familiar warmth, the familiar smell and the familiar happiness in my eyes, familiar campus, familiar journey, just like you never leave. A smile left on the corners of the mouth: I believe that you are still here and never leave. My love is like an angel guarding you. If life is here, there will be no me from now on, I will find an angel to love you for me. Find an angel to love you for me. Every Sunday’s phone call is my yearning every day. On the phone, we talked and said everything, but we would never talk about love or love again. That day, as always, walking in the noisy playground, I saw the familiar back and gently evoke your name. The man looked back at my hand hanging in the air and walked away without saying anything. Just leave me in the fallen leaves moderate wind I open the screensaver made with your photo, dial your mobile phone, smile to see the far back, how I wish the people in front of me can connect to the phone, said: fool, I am here! I talked to you on the phone about what just happened beside me. You and I were silent, and then I said to you: looking at this back, I suddenly miss you! You didn’t say anything over there. You just listened to me silently. I couldn’t say anything. You suddenly said: I hope someone can take care of you and love you as I love you, do you know? I cried. The happy past froze my heart for a moment. I hung up the phone and sent a text message: I really want to rely on it, but you are not here! I never left. I turned off my cell phone, my computer and my desk lamp. When I was alone on the chair, I suddenly forgot what I would do next. I opened the book you picked for me, in which your handwriting was clear and I touched lines of words, that’s the little bit you gave me. I can always find your breath on the street, campus, classroom and canteen, as if you never left. Now I have gone through many days and nights with my yearning for you. I don’t know how long I can hold on, I think one year, ten years, maybe a lifetime! I have no regrets about my youth, because your beauty is always with my youth, Hello! 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…