Years

The colder the outside is, the warmer your presence is, and I am warm in my dream. The vicissitudes of time you are still, my dream; The past is here, and the future is forever, my dream. When the storm strikes, I hide in your smile, I smile in your smile, my dream. You will always be the shelter of the sky and storm on my head, dear. My childhood dream was a pair of wings of birds. I am always eager to fly, fly over the sea, and surpass the wind and rain. I once asked the minister of animal husbandry, why did God make people uneasy to insert a pair of wings? In this way, people can also fly, fly away from the bitter sea, fly away from the barren land, enjoy themselves with the Stars, enjoy themselves with the white clouds, Kiss the Moon, and ask the Sun a good shepherd without answering, but he held my little hand all the way and repeatedly taught me antonyms: Heaven and Earth, light and darkness, angel and devil, bitter happiness, rich and poor childhood dream, which was the thick Banana Peel watermelon peel. I have eaten all the sweet ones, and the green ones remain. The pulp is gone, and there is Peel to remember. I dreamed that it was a piece of sweetness that I could not finish eating, and I imagined that it was a piece of endless sweetness. Just because there was still a piece of peel in my hand, I played in my palm for a long time. Looking back on that afternoon, I fell asleep in early summer without any talent, looking at a boy in front of the court, sleeping on the floor, satisfied and sweet, rotten sweet potato raised his dirty chubby light shelter, it’s too high for half a day. Not far away from the shelter stock, I don’t know who accidentally lost two inch dates. One long and one short, a group of ants were carrying the pies that fell this day happily. Unexpectedly, when the dirty child woke up, he immediately expelled the ant with his fat little hand, picked up the inch jujube, put the long one into his mouth, chewed it out, and then ate the short one, it is getting smaller and smaller, and the more careful you eat, the more afraid you will eat it all at once. I silently looked at the small inch jujube in his hand, luckily there was still a piece of watermelon peel in his hand, which would never be eaten. When I was young, a small wooden house was always built in my dream. Deep in the mountain, it was covered by forests and surrounded by streams. Green grass bed collapsed, pillow stone sleep, green leaves as vegetables, tiles as pots, sand is rice, mud is rice balls, doll is baby, you are father I am mother, happy to play house, today in the 21st century, buildings on the riverside of the provincial capital are shining in the night. The golden lights decorated the tall buildings with magnificence, which was better than the Paradise in my childhood dream. I didn’t know there were people in the deep of the tall buildings who were worried. The heaven in their dreams might be the desolation when I was young, and the innocent vegetation and landscape. When I was young, a handful of popcorn could buy a happy day. A floral dress can experience the pride of being a bride. When I was young, my mother always gave good things to her children, but she comforted herself: I am satisfied after smelling the fragrance. It doesn’t matter. After going to heaven, I will have a lot of delicious food. At that time, it was said that on the way to heaven, you could smell the fragrance of hundreds of fruits from a long distance. It was refreshing in your heart and echoed in your throat for a long time. The sensual enjoyment of being happy, sweet and floating was really unspeakable. Now we know that the revived people are out of touch with the world. They are like a gust of wind, a starlight, flashing in our dreamland. In my dream, I saw the former Shepherd still holding my hand and teaching me antonyms: day and night, ugliness and beauty, precipitation and sublimation, filth and nobility, sinking and resurrection in an instant, I know that there is a kind of life called Resurrection, which can give us the power to surpass, just like a pair of invisible wings. Oh, my dream. The colder the outside is, the warmer your presence will be. The vicissitudes of time come and go in a hurry. Maybe one day in the future, time and space will disappear and you will still be there. Maybe one day, business does not exist, and you are still there. Maybe one day, the separation of life and death does not exist, and you are still there. Maybe one day, there will be no difference between cold and warm day and night, and you will still be. You are the past, the present, and the future. You are like a music that will never die. You are like spring water that never dries up, singing in my heart, flowing in my heart, shaping my soul and moistening my soul until the end of life. There is no spring in this world, just like you are sweet, relieving my thirst, my dream, my beloved. There is no spray in this world, just like you are romantic, kiss me and impact me, my dream, my beloved. There is no music in this world, as wonderful as you, which can permeate my soul, my dream and my beloved. You are enough for me to laugh; You are enough for me to move forward; You are enough for me to fly; You are enough for my dream, my beloved. People’s life, rich and poor, will pass. In one’s life, the humble authority has to pass. The life of a person, the ease of work, must pass. The whole life of a person, those who cry or not, must pass. People’s life, justice and injustice, must pass. Only you, my dream, you will last forever. Your revived life gives me the ability to surpass, placing a pair of invisible wings for me. When the storm strikes, I hide in your smile, and I smile in your smile. Oh, my dream, the vicissitudes of time, you still 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…

Heart

The steps of the season never make people suspicious. Day and night are divided equally, cold and sudden heat are scattered and stacked, which is the most real given by nature. All senses, they are all telling about the vitality of life, which is endless. —— Inscription the sunshine in the morning is as usual, soft, through the tulle, coming to the atrium, getting up lazily, leaning against the window to overlook, where the wind blows, it is suspected that the grassy riverbed, the fragrance of flowers still flickered faintly. Therefore, dreams begin to grow wings, and Hearts begin to fly. Choose a bright, warm palm time, single cycle, let idle thoughts gather and release, repeat and wander. In the spring of the South, it is gentle and affectionate, with birds singing and flowers fragrant, rain with sunshine irrigating the soil, and the rape flowers are burning and shining, the mountains are covered with black and green, willows are piled with smoke, and the painting scroll like ink painting. Even if there is cold, sometimes living alone on the stranger, it can’t stop it. The wind and the sun are beautiful, stretching the light and shadow constantly. In this season, there is always an unjustified yearning, longing for the distance, longing for being with you, wearing a simple plain dress, not carrying too heavy traveling, going to the place adjacent to the sky, tibet. There are the most traditional cultural beliefs, the most gentle and kind eyes, the thin air, the continuous snow mountains, and the grasslands, the herbivores raised are whipping the sun again and again. Snow style, full of mysterious power. The Potala Palace is a magnificent and simple nation, measured by body worship, with hands folded, snapped, snapped, snapped, kneeling for three times, clear and loud. Shakyamuni’s figure is the most devout belief, the past life, the next life, the afterlife, beyond the eyes, beyond the imagination, the baptism of the soul shocked on the spot. Sometimes, we need a complete release, a great escape of the soul, a long time, thoughts are imprisoned in the hustle and bustle of the city, nowhere to hide, the trifles of life erase the dreams of youth, year by year, month by month, all sorts of subtle things can not be put into the heart, and can not master the meaning, so hidden in the ordinary, so repeated, consuming time, suddenly looking back, I found that it was no longer the same as before. The fleeting time is a rush one after another. In this troubled world, there are too many muddy and desolate things that can’t be lifted up. With the wind and the moon growing in disorder, they are scattered, singing softly in the depth of your soul, one thought starts, one thought goes out, wandering wantonly. This life, so long, met, should be 1 minute 1 second, firmly grasp in hand, unhappy, don’t care, unhappy, forget all, run with the sunshine, you will find, the whole world is smiling at you, and life is as clear and beautiful as running mountain springs. Think more, that’s it, hold the time in your hand lightly, you are in the room, I am in the hall, tasting, a bowl of tea fragrance, listening, under the eaves corridor, the ticking sound, feeling, the time is gentle, feelings, common things are long, like the fireworks of the dust, arriving at the Atrium calmly. You are beside you, warm, steady, and appropriate, placed in your heart, without stars, without moonlight, we use love to escort until our teeth are all gone. Four Times of reincarnation, everything grows, heart and sunshine are on the road, slowly clear, quiet and gentle. Text/Jiangshui QQ:2990605697 QQ:410677475 micro signal: liuzhimei2013 public platform search: weiman — shenghuo (weiman life) Zan (prose editor: drops of ink into wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Maternal love

Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like a treasure, throwing into their mother’s arms and enjoying happiness —– inscription every time when hearing this song, they will sing softly with the melody, when singing to the emotional place, there will always be some liquid wet the eyes. Mom, the best name in the world, has given us great love and selfless dedication. Mother’s love is the soft wind, which brings us coolness when we are upset. Mother is the only one in the world when we are mad, let us roar at her, I was angry at her, and still kept loving our people. First of all, the greatness of maternal love is tolerance, which embraces our temper and ignorance of innocence. It also embraces our willfulness and unreasonable behavior. For many times, it was obviously that we deliberately made mother angry, but mother still wanted to coax us. When eating, she put the dishes she was reluctant to eat into our bowl, and when peeling fruits, what was handed to us was always the biggest and the most sweet, but she always ate half of the broken one. Mother is a person who plants trees. We are the saplings she planted. She not only cares for our growth, but also straightens us in the wind and rain and waters us in the sun, we also need to remove the branches and forks that grow up on us, get rid of our bad habits and make us grow up healthily. When we were able to stand upright in the world, it took our mother too much effort. My mother was just a thin woman, but she shouldered the burden of life for her children. One side bears the joys and sorrows of children, and the other side bears the tomorrow of life. When the cold came and went, the heavy burden on my mother’s shoulder slightly bent her waist, but my mother refused to unload a little bit, always saying: I am still young and capable, doing the work, you can also exercise, and you have to exercise if you save money. When you can’t do it, I can’t do it even if you let me do it. Then I will have a rest. When spring comes and autumn comes, years leave frost flowers on Mother’s ear temples, and annual rings drive out imprints on mother’s face. However, my mother’s energy was not less than that in those years. She still did all the housework and cleaned up the family and the outside. In the family, as long as it is within mother’s ability, mother will only let us see the fruits of her labor, but not let us participate in her labor process. Year after year, my mother was stubborn, busy, happy, working hard inside and outside. Mother’s love is caring, exhorting, and the earnest exhortation. When we were young, we were fond of playing. When it was dark, mother’s concern was the call in the smoke. Maybe we were so naughty that we didn’t understand how anxious and concerned our mother was in the call. When we pretended not to hear it until it was dark, what I saw when I got home was that the anxiety on my mother’s face changed into a smiling face. The anxious mother would scold us a few times, but the scold was full of tenderness and care, after many years, we have children, we all feel the feeling of hating iron and steel. On our way to and from school, there is always the figure of mother looking out, rain or rain. Those eyes looking out at the door of the house, watching us go to school, watching us go to school, in the spring, summer, autumn and winter when we are growing up, have never changed. When we left home and went out to work, this pair of observation eyes still remained unchanged. We turned around the mountains and rivers and went through the misty rain of the world of mortals. No matter where we were, our mother’s eyes never left us. When the season changes, the call in advance is a reminder of concern. Whenever there is a virus infection and the cold is rampant, that sentence of anxious inquiry is my mother’s thinking through time and space. Mother’s Love follows us on the ends of the Earth, and mother’s love accompanies us through the spring, autumn, winter and summer of life. Mother’s love is to warm the sun and burn her own life in order to drive away our cold. No matter how thin and cold the world is, how cold we are to do, as long as we go home, I will always see my mother’s concerned eyes. When we were holding our salary cards, mother was still worried about whether we had enough money outside. Every time we went home, she would put some money she saved by frugality into our pockets, he also kept telling me: it’s easy to do things at home if you are rich in poverty. You must not lack money outside. Eat well and take good care of yourself. Don’t be a parent, don’t know their parents’ hardship, their children don’t travel far, don’t know their parents’ feeling of worry. After having a daughter, I had a deep understanding of the hardship of being a mother and the feeling of worrying about it. When I saw my daughter grow up little by little from the baby, I was afraid that she would be cold, hot, hungry and supported. That careful care was a sweet worry, it is the happiness mixed with fear and happiness. Watch her babbling, watch her step by step out of the door and watched her 1.1 point sensible, every day immersed in a to make Mother’s joy, but also felt mother of that soft mood. Once my daughter had a high fever, I gave her an injection in my arms and fed her to take medicine. I didn’t leave her for a minute and didn’t close my eyes for three days and nights. At that moment, I deeply realized what a child is my mother’s heart; at that moment, I was anxious to take all the disasters of my child to myself. As long as the child can grow up healthily, even if it is exchanged with my health, then I am willing. I am willing to exchange my life for the safety of my child’s life. When the child grows up, he will feel his mother’s concern more and more. That concern can not be relieved by a single instruction. Before going out to school, he will repeat the instruction of only a few words every day, once in a while, the concern will add a little bit. After school, I hold my arms every day and ask similar questions, fearing that my child will be wronged and that he will do something wrong, that deep concern is the yearning that every mother can never put down. Children are always mother’s sweet care. There is no age limit and no difference in social status. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, the rotating annual rings can never smooth mother’s heart that fluctuates because of care. Mother is often forgotten by us in a lonely corner. The bar is full of wine and the KTV is full of crazy songs and dances. We are killing time with craziness, mother is worrying about our cold and warm. We spend a lot of money to fill the empty soul, while mother is saving food and clothing to supplement our family. A kilo of rice and a pack of salt, we can buy it for three or five years after reducing one social engagement, but my mother is saving it, making the rice VAT in our family never bottom out, I still wore the faded sweater for more than ten years, saying it was a pity that I lost it, but actually I felt distressed to spend dozens of yuan. Be kind to your parents, cook a meal for them while their parents are still alive, pass a cup of tea, bring a basin of foot washing water, and live a happy old age with the old with simple companionship. Text: Falling red dust laughing like smoke QQ:1483563655 praise (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…

Forests

My night was different from the night that people used to understand consciously. Of course, my night was not as fashionable as that night in the music circle. However, that night was a night that I have a deep impression on my life and can hardly forget till now. That night, I felt so lonely because of the quietness beyond my habit. That night, because I had never heard a voice, I felt the helpless scene was so horrible and terrifying. Although, I know that it is also an expression of natural biological instinct, maybe it is a rare love confession, maybe it is an impulse never seen under the moon shadow cage, maybe that is the beginning of inheritance and creation under the control of consciousness, and it is a symbol of beauty, but I don’t know why, when I face the imagination that I can’t see and naturally generates in my consciousness, my heart was so empty that I felt my back was so cold when the wind shook away. The scrape of leaves rolling on the ground thought it was the wild wolf who was waiting for the opportunity to rush to my back. So I secretly thought in trembling that whether this estrangement originated from the ruthlessness of nature, or from my ignorance and imagination, and whether nature should obey my style, or should I be promoted to a new self under the influence of nature. My Palm sweated and touched my forehead subconsciously. It was cool and wet, just like morning dew. I know that my life is made by my parents, but when I am mature, I cannot be separated from the common wind, Frost, rain and snow, and the continuous cycle of sunset and rising moon, There is also the clear spring water flowing away and coming, and the land with thick virtues. They have shaped my soul and body. How can they change because of my likes and dislikes. So, I simply woke up, not listening to the breeze singing in the crack of the door, pushing open the old glass window, listening to the water and grass swaying, watching the Reed swaying, and letting it wash the complex heart, what if I belong to this night? Frogs sometimes gathered together, sometimes played alone, sometimes echoed with a few sounds, the water birds spoke just occasionally, and then gradually moved away with the waves. The fragrance of autumn leaves and fruits came and went with the wind. What was left to me was just a touch of drunkenness. By accident, the river in front of me suddenly glowed with orange light. Gradually, a golden belt stretched out to me around the mountains, which seemed soft and rigid, floating directly to my eyes and body, I was a little dizzy at that time. I covered it with my hands, lowered my head and looked at it carefully, and then I saw the spot red on the leaf of the prickly pear in front of the window. I know it’s dawn, and the sun’s shining eliminates the anxiety in my heart all night, I feel quite angry. 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…

Qingming

Qingming random miss little cousin — Heaven happiness the rain of April was scattered down, standing in front of the window, I looked at the thin rain, I don’t know how good the little cousin in heaven is? Whether it is lonely or not, whether it is still so young and bright. Ten years, life and death are two boundless, I don’t think about it, I will never forget it. The distant heaven blocks my lovesickness towards you, which makes people feel desolate everywhere. The branches of April in the north are drawing strips, the tender grass is growing, and the clear river slowly flows, the soft spring breeze can send my missing for you. 10 years ago today, 18-year-old you Ah, is Sprint life college entrance examination of the mark, but who did not think, bad luck to you hit, terrible acute hematologic making you sick, you fell down quietly with the dream of youth, the unforgettable pain of relatives, the hope of teachers and the expectation of parents. You know that in less than 100 days, relatives are in pain, crying, you are tired, you have to rest, since then, you have left the campus you love, your partners and relatives, 18 years old, your short youth life has become a rootless flower in heaven. Little cousin, Qingming Festival every year is the saddest day for relatives. You don’t have to be afraid this year. There are grandparents and grandmothers who love you in heaven to accompany you and spend a long time together in heaven, waiting for the fate of the third reincarnation. Little cousin, you use your life to complete your funeral for your studies and relatives, as well as the eternal return of your soul. You have stayed in your youth forever and gained eternity. You know in your previous life, how much we love you! Qingming Festival is coming, we scatter flowers into the flowing river, and let the flowers send our infinite grief for you. Facing the bright sky, the clear river water and the Earth carrying infinite hope, I shouted loudly, little cousin-happiness in heaven! Mother-in-law, long time no see-are you okay? My mother-in-law, my dear mother, today your children and I gathered beside you again, but you lay quietly in the land of your hometown and could not see your children and grandchildren, now you can’t drink the fragrant tea you like to drink. Mom, thank you for your care and consideration over the years. You left without taking away a cloud, a drop of water and a color, only your love and tolerance are left. I pursue your steps in the world, but I can’t find your footprints either. I ask the Earth, white clouds, the green grass, where have you been to the evergreen pine Cypress? Mom, how many times have I come back home in the night, but I have nothing to say but tears. Now I come to your grave and present my children’s deep attachment to you, the burning banknote brought the blessings of my children in this life. Mom will go all the way! Mom! My dear mother-in-law, long time no see, how are you in heaven? You know, it seems that I haven’t accepted this fact yet. I always feel that you are still there. Do you still remember the details of the world of mortals. Time was really ruthless. In a flash, it was tomb-sweeping Day. In previous years, it was you who told your children to send more money to their ancestors, hoping that they would be reincarnated earlier in the Ming Dynasty. But this year’s Tomb-Sweeping Day, no one came to tell their children. Mother-in-law, my dear mother, Qingming Festival, whether you come back in the power world, whether you drink Meng Po soup, forget your beloved children and grandchildren in this life, whether you pass the Naihe Bridge, take the Sansheng stone and enter the track of reincarnation. Mom, your leaving, your abandonment, your forgetting and loneliness are accompanied by the colorless and tasteless wind. Thank you for the grass on the tomb, the green pine and cypress, waiting for your sleeping soul, whether the burning ghost coin has been received, and the jumping flame is your dream. It is expected that every year the broken part of the intestines, the bright moon night, the short Songgang, can not express the mother’s infinite care for his children and grandchildren, and can not explain the children’s deep nostalgia for the mother’s mourning for the famous and unknown martyrs. It is Qingming. We came to the Martyrs Cemetery to pay tribute to the revolutionary martyrs. The Holy Flowers expressed the infinite grief of later generations. The flags fluttered to send us deep nostalgia for the martyrs and saw the tombstone engraved with famous or anonymous people, our hearts were in pain. The martyrs sacrificed their precious lives for the well-being and happiness of the people and the peace of the motherland. Some of them stayed on the land of other places without leaving their names, it makes people recall, feel and grieve. In the tomb-sweeping Day, let us always remember the spirit of the martyrs, the Gone history and the immortal monument of the martyrs. Qingming Festival is a sad day for flowers. The sad day is filled with the devotion of the soul, quietly paying tribute to the ancestors and expressing their missing and recalling. Tomb-Sweeping Day is our loneliest day. People who used to accompany us have become worshiped now. Tomb-Sweeping Day is the busiest day in heaven, and relatives in distant heaven, only later generations paid sacrifices to ancestors and asked the emperor to return, but no one answered. Qingming Festival is the most heartbreaking day for us to pay tribute to our martyrs and relatives. Praise on April 1st, 2015 (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Through

I always wanted to write an article to encourage you to take the college entrance examination, but because of your mood, I had to give up every time. The college entrance examination will be held tomorrow. You told me that it would be the last time for you to write a composition. I think it I am time to write something. There is no limit to the sea of learning. When learning deep, I also deeply feel the difference of energy among people. The roommates in the university study late at night every day, wake up at 6 o’clock in the morning, sing high, and start his life for another day. I put my head into the quilt in the dim light and insisted on sleeping for a longer time. In plain English, or lazy, no high school that dusk habits. However, the time I spent with you is still hard to forget. Because, in our hearts, there is always something that is higher than the book mountain. For example, on that rainy day, when I first learned the biography of Huaiyin Hou and read the details of his humiliation on his crotch, my heart was agitated. It occurred to me that there happened to be a crotch bridge in the marketplace. So I secretly rode a car after school and touched the bridge. It was said to be a bridge, but in fact there was only a shabby archway left. The roadside merchants had already closed the door, and the back alley was also deep. At that time, the light was as dim as beans, and only the three characters on the memorial arch and the bridge were particularly clear. In that situation, it seemed that only a few steps could turn out to be arrogant, leaving only the clank and pride. Yes, when a person has a higher mountain to climb in his heart, he will not care about the mire under his feet. Then, one day after the college entrance examination last year, I wandered in the streets and lanes of my hometown with my friends. We ate all the stalls along the road, walked around the town again and again, and finally came to the bridge of the canal, holding the handrail to watch the waves of the river. Just laughed all the way, turning the unhappiness of the old days into the canal water quietly. The roughness of the world and the noise of years are far away from us. But sometimes we can’t say anything, and we are silent, thinking about a downpour, covering the tears around our eyes. Old friends taught me that time was scattered, and it was too late to explain them one by one. Now, time shook his head and said, it is old only one day. The old one still exists in our mind, and the new things crowded our life again. After that, I forgot. The bridge is gone. But how can I forget? Everyone remembers that today that year, we cut off a period of youth and ran forward desperately in order to cross the book mountain and sea. The stubborn look will feel beautiful whenever I think of it. After thinking it over, the bridge was under your feet. I am willing to accompany you all the time, walk across that bridge, go up to the floor, spread out my worries, and enjoy the whole autumn together. What’s the matter with the humiliation of crotch? Tomorrow altar neidi, when teaching Inter-Services of stunned! 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…

That a

Every time I read Ma Zhiyuan’s poem “Tianjing Sha Qiu Si”, I couldn’t help thinking of the Brook at the gate of my hometown, which treasured too many past memories of my childhood, after twenty or thirty years, the Brook has already become a vast pool of water, and the past has also become my slight homesickness. When I was in junior high school, I once wrote a lyric prose named my hometown, which described the stream in my dream. The winding stream was surrounded by green mountains like silver snakes, intertwined with running from afar, slowly flowing through the door of the house, with the shadows of green willows on both sides, rushing to the distant place. The clear stream touches the cobblestones of different shapes, and flocks of small fishes are playing in the water, sometimes going upstream, sometimes kissing my feet. The water and the mountain are fascinating. After correcting the composition, the comment given by the Chinese teacher is: Describe your hometown so beautiful that you love your hometown. I think yes, no matter how poor or isolated the rural areas are, there is still a feeling that is hard to give up in my heart, which is vague and incomparable. I love my hometown and recall the past happily. Once upon a time, a group of friends secretly ran to the stream in the hot summer, jumped into the pool with bare buttocks and swam happily among the clear streams; Once Upon a Time, we made bamboo rows and wooden rows from bamboo trees cut from the mountain, carrying a group of children like monkeys, singing loud folk songs and boating on the stream. Once upon a time, we took fishing nets to learn the appearance of adults, put the net from one side of the stream to the other side, and then look forward to the joy of success; Once upon a time, we were wearing small underpants and carrying small bamboo baskets, shuttling back and forth in the shoal of the stream, I felt a lot of shrimps, snails and crabs under the stones. During the years when I went to school far away from my hometown, I heard that gold deposits were found on the mountain near the upstream stream, people from all directions flocked there, setting off a wave of gold panning. The green mountains with peaks and green mountains were encroached into holes. Some simple gold purification processing plants came into being. After a rainstorm, the once clear stream became turbid, and the fish in the water were almost destroyed by chemical excrement. This was really a sudden change, which made my heart feel like a severe winter, I can’t tell the feeling of pain. Such days lasted for many years. Until the gold companies of the provincial government entered the standard mining, the crazy gold rush action of thousands of people was declared to be over. The Brook at the door of the House gradually restored its former calm, healing itself with the fleeting years of passing water. In those years, the government started to build reservoirs in my hometown. We also became a member of the glorious army of immigrants and moved to places far away from mountain villages. The stream has already been submerged in the deep pool and clear water, but in my mind there is still its clear appearance and the vivid past. Maybe the farther you are from your hometown, the more nostalgia you will have in your heart; Maybe the longer you stay away from home, the more lingering the homesickness in your heart will be. Therefore, in my spare time, I will still read the childhood with clear water in my memory, making my homesickness intoxicated in the fragrance of flowers filled with praise (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…

Solo

Sometimes, I feel comfortable when tasting a cup of hot tea alone. My hometown is used to drinking that small cup of tea. Although it is very troublesome to drink one cup after another, it has a charm, which liberates my mind and body. I don’t know why it can change a lot in a flash? And there is no feeling of reluctance at all. In the word “happy”, I only felt that the original depression was swept away, and many of them returned to normal. Even the dark disease that had always felt pain all over my body became energetic at that moment. This kind of self-healing is not an illusion, but a real existence. However, there may be a panacea that comes from itself unconsciously. The coming of all this should not be unexpected in advance, but even dare not think about it. However, the fact made me remember it in my heart, and then I was always looking for how to make a sincere return! Some people are like this: when giving, they don’t want any return at all, but do it naturally according to their own wishes. Maybe the object is different, and the same effort, in some people’s eyes, I think I owe too much. But in some people’s eyes, it seems necessary to remember something at all. The difference between people can also be seen clearly here! I often think like this: people who know how to owe others, maybe she is born with a weak heart. Because it is easy to be infected by scenery, although some sentimental existence cannot be avoided, I think it is still very valuable. In one aspect, even though this kind of life has little chance of success, it can let some people see it and let those who are careful learn. There is a growing lack of sympathy in the world, which is based on facts! If someone doesn’t think so, pull over first and think about it slowly. Because I feel that the world has lost its true color, but what directly evolves is that things that are more and more incisive show incisively and vividly. If such a result continues, let alone the destruction of the Earth, human beings themselves will eventually suffer a great disaster! The reason is simpler. When human nature is destroyed and everything in the eyes is all prey, what is the concept of leaving no mercy? Originally, many of them were nonsense, which made the listeners feel ashamed and angry. But there is no way. Everything needs to be understood. If you can’t understand it, you can only blame yourself for your ignorance. I remember many unforgettable things. Although I didn’t completely forget them after a struggle, there were not many left. Including those prescriptions, I only know what kind of disease the prescription can cure. As for how to prescribe a cure, this function has already been lost! I don’t know how to understand it? From the explanation of word meaning, I believe it is also an unforgettable one. Or, it is even higher than unforgettable, that is, it cannot fall off even if it is scraped. After this explanation, I gradually began to feel that, just like the withered flower, although it had left the original, there was still an emotional existence. Therefore, I thought of leaving again. All the banquets in the world were always reasonable, and many people followed them. Although people leave, is everything like the wind? What can’t be left? Perhaps someone is! But I dare not compliment! Because can’t! Deliberately only temporarily, later I miss it more. Therefore, I know very well what is the soul of bone erosion and what is the spirit of flying. From that moment on, it became the moon in the water! In the calm water, the shadow moved slightly, and what she told was the unreachable fact! Therefore, the Riverside can only become the object of wandering for a long time! There is always a kind of impulse which is similar to craziness that makes me difficult to restrain, even painful. And then, outside the pass, who knows that it is already spring here! It is better to play solo! No audience, you can also be fascinated! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Years Kong-style

Finally, they kept disappearing from my sight. I squatted reluctantly on the horse-tied stone at the gate of the street, crying secretly. When I woke up, the corner of the pillow was gently wet by tears. The crying in my dream would not disturb many people, but the heartbreaking sound could only be heard in my dream. Maybe it was a slight smell of the year that aroused a hint of memory and concern for villagers. Recalling the happiness of childhood has become a kind of injury after growing up. Caring about parents’ bodies has also become a kind of injury in adulthood. When I was young, in lunar December 21, my mother began to remove and wash the bedding, and the bedding of the whole family was removed and cleaned in two days. The temperature is below minus 20 degrees in winter, and it gets frozen hard as soon as the face gets cold. We often amused our younger brothers and sisters with happiness in the mezzanine of face, and then we were reprimanded by our mother, stretching out our tongue and leaving quietly. Lunar December 23, send away the kitchen Prince. On the morning of lunar December 24, I removed and washed clothes for a family of six early. It is a very busy job. One by one, they were torn down and washed one by one. To have ripped clothes mend, then cotton continued into underwear in, often working late more than 12 points. I remember one year when I was cleaning and washing clothes for my brother and me. Because my mother was busy every day, she dozed off when sewing clothes in the middle of the night. She knocked over the kerosene lamp and burnt a large piece of hair, when he was busy putting out the fire, he put two pieces of clothes which had just been mended, and burnt two holes which were the size of eggs by the kerosene lamp core. Mother cried sadly and fell asleep. The next day, my brother and I sat on the kang waiting for mother to make clothes. We didn’t put on clean new clothes until the afternoon and went out. Nowadays, the sewed and mended clothes are always invisible, and the semi-old and new clothes are always pressed at the bottom of the box. It becomes old clothes after being pressed, and I don’t want to wear it any more. A few days ago, my mother called and said, “send your sister’s old clothes home. If you don’t wear them, you can still use them as work clothes for the people working in the village. I am so embarrassed to say that old clothes are more greedy for others. My mother said it’s okay, but no one in the village disliked it. But I still pressed those old clothes in the cabinet, and didn’t feel embarrassed to send them. After all, the New Year is coming soon, and it is not good to send some old clothes. It is the new year again. However, Nianwei unconsciously became a kind of injury, a kind of unspeakable injury. Because I could always vaguely see that my mother stood at the gate of the street and kept looking at the sun with her hands. I can always hear brothers and sisters asking from time to time that this year is the third anniversary of my father’s death. Do you go home for the Spring Festival? I am speechless to eliminate 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…

Not

When I was in high school, I looked forward to the life in college, thinking that I could not face boring textbooks all day long and the days accompanied by exercises every day in college. I really want to relax, free, without any constraints. When I was in college, it was really as cool as I thought. I didn’t have much schoolwork. In the hardest time, I only needed a few days before the final exam to get 60 points. Long live 60 minutes, but a classic in the university campus. Four years have passed. There is no need to live a hard life every day, but to find things as much as possible and figure out how to live. Before that, there was no way to live. Every day is the 3.1-line life in dormitories, classrooms and canteens. Learning has always been a constant theme, and entering university has always been an important goal. Some people have been serious, some people have lived day by day, and some people have been confused. After all, after four years, most people still need to enter the society and go to work. When it comes to books, there is little hatred. After entering the society, there are few majors involved in the university. Many things are almost new, which is equivalent to starting from a new beginning. Those 60-star Long Live lies that say you can relax as much as you like after college can be broken. Now I have a lot of feelings. In college, I lived a full life with considerable restraint, which was not so much as lingering in Internet cafes all day long. I still read some books and knew what to learn. But I still feel that I have not learned enough and I am not good enough. After work, many things still start from scratch. In addition to self-study of some computer knowledge in universities, which is of great use, the knowledge in other textbooks is hardly used. In a few years, it has been almost forgotten. In this way, the textbooks in the university are really wasted. Some things are like this, not following the development of my imagination, I have to make changes. Everyone wants to live a happy and leisurely life, without having to worry about this or that. This kind of life may only exist in heaven and earth. If you want to survive, you must use your brain to make money. Think about eating every day. When you don’t know how to make money, you are raised by your family. When you become independent, you can work and earn money to support your family. By this time, I have become a part of family income, and even become a pillar. When my parents retire, they need to support themselves. If they get married, it will be another responsibility for their wives and children. Even if you want to be lazy, it is just like this. A job is not only the guarantee of survival, but also a layer of responsibility behind it. Yours, not only yours, but also your family. There are many situations to consider when doing things, so as to avoid more unpleasant things. After working for four years, I didn’t feel that one day was really relaxing. Working overtime is not short. Sometimes I feel that I haven’t had weekends for a long time. Looking at computers and materials all day long, you will be dazzled when you read more data. The materials are piled up into hills, as if going back to the class of senior three, reviewing day and night, just like that kind of feeling. If you work overtime, you will always have some ideas. What I think most is the day when I don’t have to work overtime. I even thought about changing a job, so I don’t have to work overtime all day long. But I couldn’t make up my mind and worried about finding a job that was not as good as now, wouldn’t it be a trouble for myself. It is also a temporary idea. How many people can accurately judge the future. But one thing is that when you are young, you will bear more hardships, work more, and learn more. There is always nothing wrong. If you want to live a good life, you must work hard and accumulate more capital. Life is not easy for everyone. Youth is the capital. The future success is also accumulated at this time. When you are old and weak, how much energy will be volatile if you work hard. Eat more bitter, hard, don’t care. After that, I can’t even regret it. In the future, looking back, you will thank yourself once. There is no problem if I can think of it. I have experienced numerous exams since I was a child, and I have also come through like this. No matter how difficult it is, it will be regarded as an exam. Imagine how you used to sit in the examination room, and how easy it will be after completing the exam. 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…