Suddenly

I don’t know who Jinlong is. But I remember his sentence, which was thought by someone. Besides, I was not ashamed and used it for several times. I brought it to my friends far away to save my face. At this moment, when I think of you, I will have it, and suddenly there are elegant things to wait. Books are only for people who love books. I will give you more than 100 volumes of people’s literature for free, the most authoritative periodical in the country. Seeing this, I have fallen into a deep surprise. What to say?, Thank you, too light. It is too hypocritical. I hold down the burst, burst heartbeat. Lin Ge, you are so kind that you almost threw your hands out. Like, wall-to-wall. Eyes open eyes closed, starts all expectations. I look forward to the gentle and sweet voice of the beautiful green messenger in the Post Office: I have your package, come and get it! I look forward to seeing the address and Joy signed by you. The friendship without expectation is only because of the love for words! And the sound is interlinked, good enough, in this world! Happiness came without warning, like a kiss of a butterfly, which caught people off guard. I was a little nervous and didn’t know how to hold it. The remuneration I received unexpectedly. I gradually recovered from my mind. It was about sending books. I really didn’t read it wrong. Suddenly I wanted to laugh. In a flash, the words with chicken feathers on the ground became the atmosphere of Broad Green and thousand red. A long time ago, I watched a movie and vaguely remembered the protagonist in beginning of spring, a music teacher with an extremely ugly appearance. Call wang cai ling. Regardless of others’ cynicism, they pursue their own artistic dreams wholeheartedly and know that the children they coach can perform on the stage, and they will have a long face. Standing alone in the courtyard, looking at the gray sky, he said: Spring is coming, and the wind is really different. I just want to cry. Yes, I want to cry. Listen, I feel a little happy and sad. Grow in panic. Crying is not necessarily sad. Laughing is not necessarily happy. But laughing is better than crying. I always think so. When the joy of mind-shaking came, he couldn’t answer the trick, so he used crying to render, infected and greeted with laughter. There is nothing better than laughing in tears, a better face, and a more lovely thing! Wear a new dress to make you beautiful? Thinking of his son’s laughter, looking at his green clothes in the mirror, suddenly he was secretly pleased. The spring breeze was green, and it turned out to be so cute! My colleague Xiaoyu rolled his tongue and said, “teacher Bowl, this dress is beautiful! Walking on the road, I still secretly enjoyed myself. Under the light, open the text message: Sister gong, Happy Winter Solstice! My friend who hasn’t contacted me for a long time suddenly remembered me today. Looking at the greeting, I felt a little embarrassed. I think of what my mother said when she was eating: winter solstice, it should be counted nine. My heart moved: the sunny day in is coming. Suddenly I wanted to laugh. I have never known the sky, and I feel that this year’s winter solstice is a little unforgettable. It is the color of spring. Bright. Warm. Moved. There are also elements of happiness! At noon in 2014.12.23, praise (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

香喷

我很少炖鸡吃,周末了,妻要我去市场买只活鸡回来炖一炖。 到了市场,买好了鸡。师傅问我是否帮助宰杀,我点了点头。只见师傅用刀片在鸡脖子上麻利地一划,倒提着鸡爪轻轻一摔,往一只笼子里一丢,鸡在笼子里打了几个扑愣,便不动了。然后,师傅提着鸡腿在热水锅里一浸,扔到了一个笼子里,一按电闸,鸡便随着笼子上下翻飞,眼见着笼子里鸡毛乱飞,一会儿功夫一只光光的鸡便出笼了。 我不禁诧异:这么快? 师傅撂下一句:肉食鸡,速生笼养的,不格折腾。 我提着切好的鸡块,到了家,清洗之后,在瓢里用油一煨一焅\,添齐了葱、姜、料酒,然后足足十几样大料,便放进了高压锅里。一会儿,屋子里便飘满了肉的芳香。 中午,一盆香喷喷的炖鸡摆在了餐桌上。儿子打开了一瓶饮料,我给妻倒了一杯红酒,自己倒了杯白酒慢慢押着。天天忙碌,难得有时间如此悠闲。然而,那天中午,我们并没有吃多少,这汤闻起来挺香,可是吃起来却满口大料味,肉很烂,也很嫩,骨质松软,似乎没有一点鸡肉的滋味。 速生笼养的鸡,也许缺乏时间和空间来丰满,添加再多的佐料也培植不出原生的芳香,就像人生如果缺乏经历来沉淀,生活的节奏再快,增添再多的插曲,也无非添加表层肤浅的酸甜苦辣,终究编织不出完美的人生,弹奏不出和谐的乐章。 2 初春的一天,忙里偷闲回了趟农村老家。乍暖还寒时候,远处略有点青色,逢不上集市,家里没多少青菜,母亲便叫我杀只鸡炖一炖。这几只鸡本是退龄的产蛋鸡,是我过年时在市场上买来的。母亲见还能产蛋,没有舍得杀,便一直养着。农村院子很大,不用笼子,这些鸡便在院子里散养着,自由自在地生长着,当然,逮起来很不容易。 费了一番功夫,终于抓到了一只,我在缸沿上蹭了蹭刀刃,一手拿刀,一手提着鸡脖子。鸡咕咕地叫着,脖子一曲一伸的。一会儿扑愣扑愣翅膀,一会儿两爪乱挠,等鸡折腾累了,不再动的瞬间,我在鸡脖子上用劲一拉,随着血出,鸡又一次扑愣起翅膀来,鸡爪乱挠。我往地上一扔,鸡便扑腾着翅膀在地上打起圈来,忽然,猛然跃起,一阵乱扑腾,然后重重地摔在地上,接着,头贴着地,身子随着翅膀打着旋,转了一会儿,渐渐停止,然后突然脖子一弓一伸,鸣叫了一声,猛然一跃而起,而后重重地摔在了地上,两腿一伸,爪子探直,翅膀一挺,原本挺直的毛慢慢地开始收缩,脖子渐渐弯曲,然后一动不动。 这只曾经在笼子里养着的鸡也许经过两个多月的自由散养,增添了生命的活力,茁壮了筋骨,增强了奋争的能力,格折腾了。 父亲用砖块搭起简易的小灶,抱来了木头条生起火来。热油,煸肉。没有多少佐料,只有葱,没有姜,倒是有八角和花椒。木头燃起的火很旺,一会儿,肉在小锅中翻腾,香气微微飘来,伴着丝丝的烟味。火光把父亲的脸烤得通红,儿子在旁边帮着挑动着木头,爷儿俩有喜有笑地小声拉着什么,儿子在我们面前很少表现出这样的耐心和温顺,爷孙在一起却是如此的温馨。北屋里,妻和母亲有说有笑地说着家常。 香气逐渐加浓,飘到我的鼻子中,闻着这浓浓的香味,我倒有种似曾相识的感觉。多少年来,这炖鸡的香味一直在我记忆中回萦着,此时,那遥远的记忆又一次铺展而来——– 3 我清楚地记得,那是76年,也是初春,正是青黄不接的时节,那时兄弟姊妹多,连同一墙之隔的叔叔家,最大的我也只有八岁,同岁的,差一两岁的大大小小共有九个小孩子,按大小排到老九,这群孩子天天凑在一块,春天我领着这群孩子疯狗野马般地跑遍了村东与村西,挖野菜寻遍了村南与村北。田边与地头,几乎刚冒出芽的能吃的都采来了,为着拾柴禾曾走遍了河边的沟沟与坎坎。凡是我们认为能吃的我们都曾试过,凡是能攀爬的长果子的树,不管粗的还是细的,我们都曾爬上去过,哪怕再干瘪的果子放在我们的嘴里,都会被我们嚼出别样的芳香。 不幸的是,那年,母亲身体不好,一躺就是半年。我们唯一的饭食就是当时的粮所供应的地瓜干。用热水一煮,每人一碗,有咸菜的时候很少,几乎顿顿如此,偶尔挖点野菜添到地瓜干里面就算是很好的牙祭,更不用说吃到肉了。终于有一天,父亲说母亲身体不好,把那只老母鸡杀掉吧,给母亲补补身子。当时我们几乎是乐得一蹦三个高。 后来听母亲说那只鸡活了六年了,每年两次的鸡瘟它都能安然地躲过。 当然那只鸡很难抓住,宰鸡那天,我们把院门关上,然后这一群小孩子们一哄而上,把鸡团团围住,你喊我叫,你追我拦,有时候眼看着就抓到了,孩子们猛往上仆,结果它又从我们的脚下钻出去溜掉,孩子们你碰我,我撞你,你压我,我摞你,涌作一团;有时眼看围住了,大家猛地往前一涌,鸡一飞,翅膀一扇,爪子一挠,说不准它又挠谁一下,又侥幸逃脱。被挠着的小孩一阵哇哇大哭,当然还有被鸡扭伤着胳膊和手的。鸡刚落地的时候,狗也会趁机忽地往上一仆,鸡猛地一飞,被狗撕掉几根羽毛后,飞到院子中的枣树上,鸡毛乱乍,惊魂未定地咯答咯答地叫着,再次逃脱,于是孩子们又涌到树下,也喊也叫,也挥胳膊,也跺脚,也投土块,也踹树,院子里孩子哭,孩子笑,鸡叫狗咬,乱成一团。终于在被追了几圈之后,在小孩们的大喊大叫中鸡被抓住了。 我排行老大,光荣地担当起杀鸡的任务。鸡太沉了,我只能把鸡放在地上,让两个小孩摁着鸡翅膀。鸡咕咕地叫着,脖子一曲一伸的。我一手攥着鸡脖子,我一手拿着刀,在鸡脖子上狠命地拉,也许刀太笨了,也许我太小,没有手劲,拉了好几下,竟然拉不破。我又在缸沿上像大人一样蹭了蹭刀,再次使劲地拉,随着鲜血慢慢冒出,鸡一阵猛扑愣,两个小孩子摁不住了,鸡猛地甩了甩头,血撒了那群孩子一头一身,趁大家用手擦脸上的血的功夫,鸡一下子飞了起来,飞上了屋檐,小孩们一阵高喊,紧跟着,两三个孩子转过身,扳着墙头爬上了屋顶,顺着屋檐撵起鸡来,鸡从这个屋顶飞到那个屋顶,孩子们也跟着从这个屋顶撵到那个屋顶,下面的孩子在院子里也冲着鸡喊着叫着跺着,两条黄狗也跟着汪汪叫着,忽然被哪个小孩子踩了一下,嗷嗷地叫两声,然后再跟着小孩子们边追边冲着鸡汪汪地叫。最终鸡在小孩们的追击和高喊声的惊恐中,一个闪失,跌到了屋檐边上,扑棱着翅膀,死命地想抓住屋檐边上的瓦片,这时下面孩子们喊声又起,大喊大叫,最后鸡在用尽了力气之后,连同抓下的屋檐上的瓦片一起跌落到地上,于是孩子们一哄而上,把还在扑愣着翅膀的老母鸡摁在地上,任其咕咕地叫。 这一次,我小心地攥着鸡脖子,在刚才拉开口的地方,用刀狠命地拉,当鸡血涌出,我以为快把鸡脖子拉断的时候,我把鸡往地上一扔,鸡再一次扑愣起翅膀来,小孩子们围了一圈也喊也叫也跳,看到鸡不动了,一阵欢呼。过了一霎那,突然,鸡头贴着地,翅膀猛地又扑棱起来,在地上打起圈来,把近处的小孩吓得赶紧躲开,这时鸡猛地跃起,狠命地扑棱着翅膀,把鸡血摔得四散而飞,把周围的小孩们摔得满身血点。然后突然摔在地上,猛劲地喘着气,身子一起一落,一会儿,脖子又是一弓一伸,鸣叫了两声,两腿一伸,爪子伸直,翅膀直挺,鸡毛直立起来,躺在地上僵僵地直挺着一动不动,然后随着身体内气体的排出,身子逐渐萎缩,脖子内又一次流出一洼红紫的血。 父亲开始拾掇鸡,拽下一把鸡毛,然后小心地放在篮子里,怕被风吹跑,这可是编织生火用的风箱需要的稀罕东西。周围围满了大大小小的脑袋。这一群小孩子,有站着的,蹲着的,还有跪着的,趴在地上的。父亲使劲地拽一把鸡毛,小孩子们也跟着牙一咬,嘴角蠕动,身子往一边拧晃,似乎和父亲在一起用劲儿。等把鸡内脏扔在地上后,两个大一点儿的小孩子,抢着弄到竹筐里,架着几乎差不多高的竹筐跑去湾边逮鱼去了。 那时候,庄户人家没有多少油吃,放上一小勺就觉得很香。春天,过冬的葱总是早早地冒出尖尖的嫩芽,早有小孩子从地里弄回了几个尖尖的小葱芽。 大锅里热油,一搁进葱尖,立时满屋飘香。尤其在这缺衣少食的春天,再稍微加点酱油,几乎多半个村子能闻得见香味。灶房门里门外站满了小孩们,一个个大口大口地吸着气,真香。 等在门外的还有两只半米高的黄狗,它们一会儿摇摇尾巴,吱儿吱儿两声,一会儿汪汪两口,互相呲呲牙,然后其中一只狗在一个小孩身上蹭蹭脖子,舔舔小孩子的手。另一只抖擞抖擞脖子,扑棱扑棱耳朵,然后,站在那儿一动不动,两眼直勾勾地盯着香气飘来的地方。 鸡下锅了,加够水了,盖上锅盖了,香气也散去了。 孩子们你动他一下,他拽你一下;你冲着他挤挤眼,他对着你奴奴嘴;你说他,他说你,吵吵嚷嚷,你喊他叫,一下子又乱了营。我狠命地推拉着风箱,想盖过这群孩子们的吵闹声。风箱咕答咕答地叫着,接着风箱口呼呼地吹着气,像一头老牛在呼哧呼哧地喘着粗气。 终于水开了,有肉味了,肉翻上来又翻下去。父亲用铁勺子搅了搅。锅台上立时伸满了大大小小的脑袋。 熟了! 熟了! 熟了! 俺吃! 俺吃! 俺吃! 孩子们一迭连声,一声接一声。 早呢!柴禾不够了,快,都去捡柴禾,谁拾得多,谁吃的多。 我的话音一落,孩子们一个个依依不舍地离开了。有个小孩子一转身撞在狗身上,摔了个四仰八叉,引来其他孩子们一阵大笑。狗叫唤一声窜出去了,另一只狗吓得也借机偷偷地溜出去。那小孩子翘起脑袋来想笑,一看大家都在笑,便哇的一声大哭起来。其他的孩子笑得更起劲了,然后你推我我推你,簇拥着出门去了。稍大一点的一个把他扶起来,一边替他揉着眼泪,一边扶着他往外走,嘴里还嘟嚷着劝着他,一同走出门去,一见狗还在那儿站着,便一脚踢过去,正踢在狗嘴巴上,狗嗷的一声窜向大门外。 踢错了,是那一只。 大家齐声高喊,另一只狗立时身子猛缩,尾巴一夹,忽地窜了出去,并不时地回头张望着。 孩子们出去了,院子里渐渐地静了下来,只有我狠命地抽拉着的风箱,风箱发出的咕答声,很像母鸡下蛋前在叫窝。 锅顶上热气腾腾,在熏得油乎乎的锅盖上滋滋地冒着,香气不很大,但是很馋人,我掀开锅盖,又加上了一瓢冷水。 这时,那群小孩子们陆续回来了,有的胳膊底下夹着一把树条;有的手里抓着几根细细的树根,上面还带着湿湿的泥巴;有的拖拉着刚从树上掰下来的几根槐树条,边走边回头吆喝 别扎着,有刺。 也有的在后面跟着,趿拉着破旧的棉鞋,棉鞋上舌头上翘,两根布条鞋带拖拉着,鞋带上踩的都是泥巴;再后面的一个敞着怀,脖子上黑皴一层,棉袄前胸油光发亮,看不见扣子,脏兮兮的棉裤累赘着,漏着半截小肚子,两只棉鞋前头都漏着棉絮,左脚漏着大母脚趾,右脚趾头露着三根,左脚后跟向左歪歪着,右脚后跟也向左歪得不成形,手里拖着一张油毡纸,不用说,这是在供销社后院的酱油缸上刚刚偷撕下来的。 最小的一个在后面跟着,小薄棉袄,半敞开着,鼻涕淌出两条流儿,浓浓的。猛吸一下,两条浓浓的鼻涕立时被抽了回去,然后舌头上翻,舔了舔上嘴唇,再砸巴砸巴嘴,又用脏得发亮的袖口一擦,低头看看袖子,然后把袖子在胸前摩擦了两下,便慢慢倚在了门口,紧靠在前面的小哥哥后面,两条浓浓浊浊的鼻涕慢慢地又顺着原来的印迹淌了下来,渐渐地淌到了嘴唇上,然后猛地一吸,舌尖上舔,脖子一缩一伸,鼻子一囧,紧吸两下,然后傻乎乎地看着冒着热气的炖肉锅。 那两条狗跟在后面,耷拉着尾巴,慢慢地也站在了后面,向里面张望着。一只狗身子一伸一缩一弓,像是打了个哈欠,伸了伸懒腰,吐出舌头舔舔上唇又舔舔鼻子,然后扑愣扑愣耳朵,前腿直伸,后腿蜷起,蹲下了身子,坐在了地上,看着前面,接着使劲嗅了嗅,然后脖子往下沉,嘴尖往左上翘,头向右边拧,抬起一只右爪,起劲地挠起脖子和耳根来,眼斜楞着,观察着周围,接着猛地起身,跑到一小孩子脚前,嗅嗅那露出的脚趾,再摇摇高举的尾巴;另一只狗站在一个小胖墩儿旁边,先是闻闻他的手,接着又伸出舌头舔一舔,小胖墩一抽手一回头, 去 的一声喊,狗紧跟着退了两步,又转过头来,木呆呆地看着冒着香味的灶台,嘴大张着,舌头耷拉着,呼哧呼哧喘着粗气,尾巴先是高举,接着慢慢落下,舌头抽回,身子一缩,最后把尾巴紧紧地夹在后腿之间,警觉地看着那个小胖墩,那小胖墩忽起一脚,朝狗踢去,狗一闪身,窜出门去,鞋子便也跟着被踢出门去,另一只狗也跟着嗖地猛窜出门去,孩子们哄然大笑,一个个的回头笑看着那孩子蹦跶着一只脚,一蹦一蹦地出门捡鞋子。两只狗远远地看着,躲着。不一会儿,趁无人注意的当儿,又偷偷地靠到了孩子们当中。 孩子们一个一个地往前送上自己的劳动成果。我小心地往灶底添加着柴禾,新捡来的柴禾在火中噼噼啪啪的叫着,火苗忽大忽小。锅盖上的热气也随着火苗的起落而忽浓忽弱。 还没熟啊。 熟了,有味了! 小孩子们等不及了。 父亲掀开锅盖,搅了搅翻腾着的鸡肉,捞出一块,用手掐了掐。 俺吃。 俺吃。 俺吃。 ,孩子们一迭连声,一个个地往前挤凑。父亲把肉递给了较大的小孩,孩子们的目光随着父亲的手转动,最后一起落到了那个大哥哥的手上,然后一起围到了拿肉的孩子跟前。他撕了一点给了最小的,然后一点一点的撕,使劲地撕,或许肉还不太熟烂,毕竟是老母鸡了,很难炖。分到点肉的小孩子狠劲地嚼着,没分到肉的孩子两眼直勾勾地看着,最后似乎每个小孩子的嘴里都在嚼着东西,最后的骨头落到了最小的孩子手里,他两手掐着嘴里那块骨头,转动着脑袋撕扯着,鼻涕淌了两条。一只黄狗仰着头盯着,孩子往前走,它也往前走,孩子往后退,它们也跟着往后退。孩子站住了,狗则曲起了后腿坐在地上,前腿撑着,两眼直勾勾地看着孩子手里的骨头,一会儿伸出舌头舔舔嘴唇,一会儿又起身,走到小孩子脚边,低头找找,四处闻闻,然后又走到几乎原来的位置,重又坐下,再次盯着小孩子手里的骨头,不时地伸出舌头舔舔左上唇,再舔舔右上唇。 我把油毡纸往锅底一填,左手抓着风箱猛劲地一拉然后一推,风膛口一吸一吹,油毡纸便在锅底燃起烘烘的火光,直窜出灶膛口,油毡纸油性很大,灶膛口浓烟滚滚,烟气腾腾。锅里发出滚锅沸腾的声音,锅盖上蒸汽腾腾直冒。 都出去玩,一会儿就熟了,谁不听话,不给谁吃。 我的话音一落,孩子们一哄而散,拥挤着出了灶门。 一个小孩子一把抓住狗尾巴,拽着就往外拖,狗吱吱地叫着,又有一个小孩子,紧跟着也抓住狗尾巴,两个小孩子一起往外拖这只狗,狗一边叫着,一边向旁边猛斜楞身子,最后,狗被拖急了,猛地挣脱,回过头来,汪的一声,把两个小孩子吓得赶紧松开了手。狗吱吱叫着,窜出了门外。外面也有两个小孩子,一个使劲地拽着另一只狗的狗尾巴,一个骑在狗脖子上,两手拧着狗耳朵,狗翘拧着头,吱吱叫着。其余的孩子们哈哈大笑着。忽然狗猛一斜楞身子,突然一使劲儿,把骑在身上的小孩子掀翻在地上,摔了个仰八叉,孩子们更是笑得前仰后合。 炖了整整一上午,终于熟了。 开饭了。 我一声令下,孩子们一哄而上,自己端着自己的碗,排队等候着,先小后大,一字排开。 小饭桌前,孩子们站着,围成一圈,高矮不齐,小嘴咕嘟着,每人碗里鸡淌不少,漏着几块鸡肉。最小的一个一手端着碗,一手拽着嘴里的鸡骨头,哈喇子顺着嘴角往下淌,鼻子一擤一吸的,浓鼻涕忽进忽出。或许鸡骨头上的肉嚼不烂,他狠劲地用嘴吸了吸骨头,把骨头放在碗边上,两手端起碗,咕咚咕咚地喝起鸡汤来,喝完以后,两手岔开,然后在自己的棉袄上擦了又擦,喘了一大口气,一囧鼻子,猛地一吸,两条鼻涕便不见了,然后又用手背在鼻子一擦,鼻子猛又一吸,开始向周围看,见到周围的哥哥姐姐们,吃的吃,喝的喝,便凑到老四跟前去。老四吃的慢,正用力地撕着骨头上的肉,撕一下,拽出来看一看,实在撕不下来了,便不情愿地把它放在了碗边上。接着用两个手指头捏起碗里最后一块骨头,晃了晃上面的汤汁,头往前一凑,脸稍微一歪,嘴一张,肉便进了嘴里。老小眼看着肉进了老四嘴里,立即拾起老四放下的那块骨头,填在嘴里狠劲地撕扯,撕一下,然后再拽出骨头来看看,另一只手上,食指与拇指一对,伸进嘴里,抠着牙缝,头向一边拧着,抠一下,放在眼前看一看。 两只狗在小桌底下趴着,一会儿爬起来低头在地上寻一寻,闻一闻,然后突然窜出门去,躲一边嚼骨头去了,另一只则狗汪汪两声,加快速度在桌底下,小孩子旁边来回转着嗅着,尾巴摇动着,忽起忽落,最后,支起前腿蹲在地上干巴巴地盯着孩子手中的骨头。不一会儿,狗又挪挪地方,再蹲下继续盯着看。另一只狗吃完了骨头,摇着尾巴回来了,于是,两只狗又互相呲呲牙,各自找寻各自的盯视目标。 孩子们正啃着鸡骨头,喝着鸡汤,外面跑进来两个小孩子,是刚才架着筐子逮鱼的俩小子。他们把竹筐子往门前一扔, 俺也吃。 便跑到了桌子前,其中一个抹满黑泥的两只鞋子上,每只都漏着两根脚趾头,一只歪歪着,一只趿拉着;另一个满身黑泥印,每边脸上都有几滴泥。 吃没了。 吃没了。 这个呜咽一句,那个送上一声。狗也跟着吱吱了两声。那俩小子先是跑到孩子们中间,这边看看,那边瞧瞧,最后看到老五碗里还有点汤子,便往前去,伸出脏兮兮的小手就要抓,老五一只手拽着嘴里的鸡骨头,另一手赶紧端起碗,往后一藏,左躲右闪,汤子顺势逛了出来,顺着棉袄侧面淌下来,老五一见鸡汤撒了,立即大哭起来,两眼一闭,嘴一张,嘴里的剩渣,随着老五嘴口张开,哭声响起,一点点地掉出来,老五泪来得快,哭一阵,弯腰咳嗽一阵。这时父亲从侧屋里端出两小碗鸡汤来,两小子赶紧凑上去,各自端着自己的鸡汤到门外的石头上找地方去了,每人后面跟着几个孩子,还有一条狗。父亲又去安顿还在哭着的老五。 饭结束了,一个个小脸蛋红红的,有的仰着头,张着嘴,一边用手抠着牙缝,一边呜呜着,听不出说的是什么。有的扠着两手,想找擦手的东西,看实在找不到可用的东西了,干脆在土墙上上下一搓,然后两手一对,猛搓两下,算了事;有的用手擦擦嘴,然后在自己的袄上胡乱地擦两下。不一会儿,孩子们三个一团,两个一伙,有说有笑地出了院门,两只狗在后面紧紧地跟着。屋子里静了下来,只有老四在收拾桌子,她把骨头收到一个小瓦盆里,以备下一顿熬汤喝,又用笤竺扫了扫桌子,一顿饭就这样结束了。 坐在门前的石头上,回想着刚才的往事,我笑出了声。儿子问我笑什么,我说闻着你和爷爷用大火头炖出的鸡的香味,我想起了很久很久以前,也是在这个院子里—-原先的旧房子里,发生的故事。我和你叔叔姑姑们小时候吃炖鸡的往事,那该是我们一生中最难以忘记的香喷喷的炖鸡。 也许生活越简单,思想越纯真;现在生活复杂了,却似乎失去了生活意义的本真。我不赞成返朴归真,毕竟也在追求着生命的原生态,至少现在这样想。 而今,生活水平的提高放缓了人们追求的步履,懈怠了人们顽强求生的欲望,慵懒了人们挣扎的意识;俯身皆是的珍馐臃肿了人们的身体,滋生出诸多怯弱的理由,懒惰的意识以及脆弱的情感,紧缩了人们训练应对的本能的空间。 生活中缺乏了内容便会缺失了灿烂,缺失了承受力,便会变得脆弱,苍白得难以承受生命之轻重。 在生活艰难的时候,动物和人一样也在极广大的生存环境中寻找极细微的希望,并练就了顽强的求生本能,而缺吃少穿的人们更是因为生活所迫,在极其浩渺的空间,在渺茫中搜寻着极其细微的生存机遇,在饱经风霜四处奔波和来回穿梭的寻寻觅觅中,在饥寒交迫的挣扎中,在求生的欲望和本能的驱使下奋斗的过程中,无意中练就了极强的生命耐力和生存下来的潜质和内涵,像山岩罅隙中伸出的苍松,像悬崖峭壁上盛开的鲜花。生活中有了跌宕起伏,便有了生之渴,得之欲,放之刚,正之不阿,艰之不摧。 赞 (散文编辑:可儿) 春之消雪 春之消雪,多了 遥念,欲说还休。遥念,就在那片雪原之上。雪还真是很美,到底是春天… 等待 等待,是一种坚守,执着于某种信念而不离不弃。可能因为某一种承诺,也有可能因为某一… 要善于倾听不同的声音和意见 我于10月6日 发表 了一篇 游记 散文 :《 满眼 秋色 美如画》,不少 文学 网站 得到了… 读《廊桥遗梦》 “当白蛾子张开翅膀的时候,可以来找我,随时都可以”。我想,如果我是一个男人,当收… 从今天开始,我要快乐 很早以前囫囵吞枣读过《呼兰河传》,记得当时心情着实沉重了好久,具体是哪些人物引起… 得病的时日 这两天接二连三的打喷嚏,我说是有人在念我,别人都说我有病,最后医生也说我有…

Sad boat

In the early morning of August 8, 2010, a debris flow disaster occurred in Zhouqu county, Gannan Tibetan autonomous prefecture, Gansu province. Up to now, 1294 people have been missing, 127 bodies have been found, 117 people have been injured, and 29 people have been seriously injured and hospitalized. After the full search and rescue of disaster relief personnel, 1242 trapped people have been successfully rescued. Just yesterday, I suddenly received a text message from my brother who worked in Zhouqu. The specific situation was introduced in my article “God Bless Zhouqu”. Last night, my brother’s phone was finally connected, I couldn’t wait to verify the news that they were safe. My Hanging Heart was considered to fall into the ground, but I fell into deep thinking——. I kept watching the news here all the time yesterday and this morning. The water level has not dropped much so far, and there is precipitation here. The whole formed barrier lake has not been solved yet, according to my younger brother, there were rescue workers from Gansu, Sichuan and other places everywhere. The whole urban area was hard to see. The outside construction machinery and vehicles couldn’t enter, and of course they couldn’t come out either. I said to my younger brother: safety is good, long live safety! If possible, you should not stand by and join in the rescue of the wounded as much as you can, and try your best to help the people here as much as you can, when everyone needs help and care, truth and care are more important than anything. In the year of Gengyin, how could the country suffer so many disasters? There were several rainstorms and secondary disasters in Gansu alone, and the disaster was so serious that it was rare for many years, not to mention causing serious property losses, it caused more serious casualties. Wow, Sad boat, sad boat, sad people’s livelihood is difficult. But as long as it is China, I think there is nothing we can’t overcome. Come on, China, Zhou Qu will rise!!!!!! 2010.8.9 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…

Pick up

It was a long time after 7 o’clock, and the people who were walking probably walked back from the peach blossom garden. They could not stand the mellow and clear moonlight of 16. They held their eyes and yearned for the distance. A voice in their hearts urged their steps, walking. After passing the bridge and passing the street, I came to the broad cement road where people in this small town I like often take exercise and walk. The soft wind gently rises, and the face filters out the seemingly elegant fragrance of grass and wild flowers, the leaves on the roadside seemed to sing the rhythm of autumn, which was high and low when their voices were broken. Rows of neon lights were rendered with shyness and ambiguous light. The road was also warm and bright, my heart seems to take off a thousand kilos of burden at a time, and my troubles are thrown out of the cloud to play. My steps are relaxed and slow all the way. I unconsciously fall in love with this feeling, and then smell the smell of the night, hey, where does the fragrance come from be thicker than that just now? Go to the roadside and get closer. It has a strong sweet-scented osmanthus smell. Although it is the opening season of sweet-scented osmanthus, there is no sweet-scented osmanthus tree here, looking around, I found that it was gentle when I lowered my head. A large branch of osmanthus tree lay quietly beside the road, picking up this Incense. Maybe tonight, I was destined to I am the person who picked it up. Osmanthus trees are also called Muxi. In my spare time, more than osmanthus trees have been planted in my hometown. The four seasons of evergreen trees do not change color. I like its taste, its green color, and I prefer its sublimity and beauty, it is a symbol of autumn harvest. Remember in school in front of the classroom small garden planted 3 big sweet-scented osmanthus trees. Every week when the exam date is approaching, it must be the most serious time for me to study. I get up early every day and go to places where I think it is quiet to recite and study. I will go to the dormitory with 3 or 2 friends, go to the small garden of 3 flowers and trees. There are several stone stools under the tree, sitting or standing, casually and easily. Or go for a stroll during the break. It was the night before the summer vacation, because she was going to have an internship. Teacher Xie said that she could take us to the delivery room for probation at night, so Ping, Yu and me, the three of us were so excited that we ran all the way to the hospital. However, the teacher took the emergency room and went to the operating room. We waited left and right until more than 10 o’clock, but we still didn’t see each other and dared not to break in rashly, at last, I had to go back unreasonably. When I arrived at the school gate, it was locked. The tall Ping climbed over the wall and caught us. Unfortunately, I couldn’t enter the dormitory after entering the campus, so I had to feed the mosquitoes back to back under the osmanthus, the exhaustion after dawn and the place where mosquitoes kissed, now I feel itchy all over my body. I used to think that the garden planted with cinnamon trees is not far away from warmth in the cool spring. It is comfortable in summer and cool in autumn, but there are flowers around it. I don’t often go there in winter. Every time I go there, I must look at the osmanthus, sip the fragrance of flowers and talk about the dream of youth. Now the time has passed 19 years, and now the fragrance of flowers is still there. We disperse all parties and work hard to live a good life. May we gain something in the years, just like getting the fragrance of osmanthus. The Moonlight is like a wash, life is like a play, tonight I seem to have entered the play too deep, it is better to have fun, the osmanthus removed, you are abandoned by your hand, and I am willing to be abandoned by time for a moment, find your youth, pick up your palm, go, take you home! 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…

A bucket

A rain in the afternoon made the weather much cooler. There was still a small amount of rain on the ground downstairs. Seeing me entering the house, my son turned around in his room and said to me, “my grandma’s waist hurts! You go and see! Hearing his son’s tone, he was very anxious. He put down his bag and went into her mother-in-law’s room. On my mother-in-law’s smiling face, I couldn’t find any pain caused by illness. Standing in front of the bed, I asked gently, is my waist hurt badly? Let’s go to the hospital to have a check! There is no big problem, I will be fine after lying for a while! There is no need to go to the hospital, it is very troublesome! You can cook for your child! Mother-in-law shaking hands, don’t want to go to hospital. My son said that she went to the stairs after school and met Grandma. She was sitting on the stairs, saying that when the bucket was going up the stairs, her waist flashed. My son looked at a bucket beside her, the bucket was full of rain. He helped his mother-in-law into the room, and it was his son who brought a bucket of water in. I hurriedly ran to the bathroom to have a look. The plastic bucket was full of water. Looking at the dust still floating in the water, my eyes began to wet. In spring, it is the time to plant flowers and plants. I bought some green plants and a pot of gardenia from the flower market. Scattered under the TV in the living room, in the corner of the House, beside the bookcase of my son. Recently, my son was very nervous about his study. In order to relieve his eye tiredness, he put more green plants in his bedroom, such as hanging orchid, green radish and hanging bamboo. My mother-in-law usually stayed at home and liked watching TV plays. In order to create a green atmosphere, my mother-in-law and I discussed planting some wheat seedlings. At first, my mother-in-law was very strange. She said that wheat was planted in the fields, how to raise wheat at home? I said that planting wheat as a crop in the field would produce wheat ears, but we planted wheat at home for viewing. My mother-in-law smiled and said, “I haven’t seen it yet. Finally, my mother-in-law accepted my suggestion and brought some wheat from my hometown. On weekends, I sorted out six flowerpots and planted the wheat under the guidance of my mother-in-law. Then I wrapped it up and closed it with a broken material bag on the basin, so that the temperature and humidity in the basin could be increased, so that the wheat would sprout early. Three days later, the malt finally came out. We were very happy, so we removed the plastic bag. My mother-in-law said that we still needed sunshine. She would hold the basin on the balcony every day. The wheat seedlings finally turned green, which was very fresh and full of green. Looking at the neatly grown wheat seedlings, my mother-in-law bent down and looked carefully, as if she was looking at her own child, and her face was filled with happiness. She also put the wheat seedlings in our bedrooms, spraying water and Yang every day, which was very thoughtful! Gardenia also came out with pale yellow flowers under the careful care of my mother-in-law. When I came home from work that day, my mother-in-law said to me like a child, come and see, the pale yellow flowers are very fragrant! I took a closer look, and it was so! I give praise to my mother-in-law, but I didn’t expect my mother to become a garden technician at home! She smiled happily there. One day, my mother-in-law said sadly that the wheat seedlings were a little yellow, the leaves of dianlan were also a little yellow recently, and the gardenia petals were no longer delicate and charming. Was there any disease? I checked them one by one, seeing that the soil was neither dry nor too wet, but the leaves were yellowish, I mixed some fertilizers I bought with water and poured them into the basin. My mother-in-law suddenly said, is our wheat seedlings and other plants lack rain? It suddenly occurred to me that the ingredients needed by plants such as tap water and minerals are incomplete, just like people lack calcium! My mother-in-law said in surprise that it needed natural water to irrigate. Do you think that our wheat fields used to be moistened by rain? As the saying goes, it is reasonable to cover three quilts in winter and sleep with steamed buns. I praise them highly. After the rain that day, my husband, led by me, went downstairs with a bucket in his hand. A bucket of rain came from a relatively hollow place in the community. My mother-in-law picked up the tool to scoop water, let every pot of plants be irrigated by rainwater. Looking at the pots full of wheat seedlings and plants, standing there, she smiled! It was a miracle. A few days later, the wheat seedlings gradually became green, and the leaves of dianlan also became Green. The gardenia petals were delicate and charming again, and new Flowers emerged. The wheat seedling finally withered because the soil was not fertile enough. That night, her mother-in-law shouted happily that it was time to harvest the wheat! So she cut off the wheat seedlings with scissors, sorted out the basin, loosened the soil, and then spread the new wheat. A few days later, the Green permeated the whole house again. Besides taking care of the family, her mother-in-law took care of these plants for the rest of the time, just like her old friend. My husband and I are also pleased to see her so happy. Whenever it rains, my husband and I will collect some rainwater and store it at home, but we don’t want our mother-in-law to go downstairs. We are over 70 years old, and we are afraid that she may have some mistakes. That afternoon, it rained again. My mother-in-law saw that the rain in the bucket was almost gone. It was still early before we got off work. She was afraid that when we came back, the rainwater would be collected less, he went downstairs with a bucket in his hand. She bent down to scoop water there, and then climbed the stairs with a bucket full of rain. Accidentally, she twisted her waist. My husband blamed her for collecting rainwater and waiting for us to go home after work. Let’s do it. You are in your seventies and climbing stairs with a bucket. I took my mother-in-law to the hospital and took a film. There was nothing serious but a sprain. So I bought her safflower oil, smeared it everyday, and applied the sprain cream at night. She could walk around the room by herself, and she felt a little painful when she bent down. Therefore, her son would carry a bucket and sprinkle the rainwater she collected under the guidance of her mother-in-law, take the responsibility of irrigating wheat seedlings. Every time, her mother-in-law is happy. She is like patrolling her responsibility field. Although there is no fruit harvest, she is happy. The rain is like her hope and dream, maybe you can’t see the golden color of the ground, but it smells of wheat. I don’t understand what the old people are pursuing on Earth? Aftertaste? What are you trying to get back in your heart? But I think there must be love in the aftertaste. 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…

si yue

April, the season of happiness and sorrow (the 11th issue of selected writers) article/Ma Jiu (QQ:598849504) early in the morning, I just got up and found four or five cicadas were flying around in the room, maybe they want to go back to nature and have lost their way. Only a few days before you were born, you spread it to the House boldly. As soon as I opened the door, they went away only to hit the nature. The day of April is dull and irritable. The sunshine is hot in April. Even if you are holding an umbrella on the road, you will feel a slight pain on your face after a long time. When the asphalt on the road is dried, it is inevitable that your sole will be covered with a layer of asphalt, and your steps will be stumbling and heavy. Cicadas cried feebly on the tree, dogs on the roadside were spitting out letters, and the sound of driving cars was dull and feeble! The rain in April comes and comes and goes. It’s graceful and eccentric! If you go out in April, remember to bring rain gear no matter how sunny the weather is. Otherwise, no one can help you when the wind comes and rain comes. Ask for trouble and let the rain Go! The day of April is also full of vitality. The other night, when the sun was setting. The old people carried their princes to the courtyard to enjoy the cool, chatted and began to chat. There were a group of kids here, some playing hide-and-seek in the woodpile beside the house, some playing in a circle on the playground, and some playing with each other. Look at their appearance, they are innocent, carefree and happy! Young men and women walked towards the village head one by one. They held hands, talking and laughing, sweet. Oh, you are still in the grass to hear the more lively things. They are holding a very big concert! Cricket is playing the piano, Locust is singing, frog is chanting poems. Everyone rushed to make a debut, which was very lively. It was getting dark, and they began to light flashing lights, flashing, high and low, chasing after each other. The atmosphere became more and more warm, and the sense of space gradually enhanced. Yes, maybe fireflies feel tired too, crawling on the grass for a rest, but the light is still the same! April is busy. Some of the farmer’s grains have just been planted, some have just sprouted, and some have already had three or four leaves; Some have just been inserted for a long time, and some have already recovered to new green. Enjoy the sunshine and rain, so cool, swinging in the breeze. Children began to fish in the river. Their Paradise was by the river and in the water. Maybe they could not feel the heat of April, but only joy! Flowers are everywhere, and hardworking bees are busy collecting honey. Birds in the forest are singing happily, making friends, building nests and multiplying offspring. In April, a sapling that feels depressed and decadent at ordinary times, you will find that you have already pulled out new buds, and it is very tall and green by accident. It makes you feel incredible, and also makes you feel vigorous, giving people the hope and power of life. Nature took off its old clothes and put on new clothes after the cold test of a winter, busy to welcome another summer. April makes people happy and worry. 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…

Small village

The small village in my memory, every dusk. Standing on the roof of your own house, looking around, it is full of vitality. The smoke surrounded the rows of buildings, as well as the people who herded cattle and returned home, the people who took a small bucket to drench vegetables, the grandmothers and grandfathers sitting in the square chatting, and the little monkey children playing beside. All this seems so harmonious and stable. I love chatting, eating and playing cards with my family under the big yellow bark tree next to my hometown. And watching the stars together, the picture is really beautiful, really good. Even if you sit in the room and play, you won’t feel bored, because the noise from outside sometimes makes you laugh. But now, I go out to study. I only spend a short summer vacation in a small village. Yes, the picture before is just like the Water Moon in the mirror, that is the past. No matter how hard I try to recall, I can’t find the past time. Because some people left and some went out, leaving all the loneliness of the small village. At this moment, I am standing on the roof of my own house. Looking around, I could only stand by a tall building, but I knew it was empty inside. There are no rows of buildings surrounded by smoke any more. There were no people who herded cattle and returned home, not to mention those who carried small barrels of vegetables, and no children playing in the square. Yes, there are only a few empty nesters in the square for the rest of their lives. And in my home, the old Yellow Fruit Tree has been cut down. Sitting in the room, I couldn’t even laugh. Too quiet, too depressing. Only the small animals in the evening were singing desperately, only the lazy wind was blowing, and even the residual leaves covered on the ground could not be pulled up. Looking out of the window, my heart was like being tied with a knot, full of unspeakable loneliness welled up in my heart. It’s like being trapped in water and unable to breathe. Others say that time is ruthless. In my opinion, it is because everyone has made mistakes. I always sigh with emotion because I don’t cherish it and always leave regrets. I know, I just made this mistake. In the evening, I look for the past. Like a devil, tearing apart the scars of the village’s growth. I don’t think I should sigh. As time grows, the village grows. After all, the beauty of the small village has always existed and never disappeared. Looking at this small village, I know that it has just grown up. 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…

Weekend

Weekend dusk, silence and peace is another weekend, in my memory, that time is still there, that heart is still there. Inscription on weekends, after work, the office suddenly calmed down. Lock the door gently and prepare to enjoy the relaxation of this moment alone. Keep the noise away from the surroundings and the heart. I changed to a comfortable posture, leaning on the purple dolphin cushion, staring at the computer without any glances. The small fish in the fish tank kept swimming around with aquatic plants, which was also a world of quiet self. He raised his head and leaned on the chair, looking at the sky outside. It became darker little by little and sank little by little, without the shadow of clouds. I don’t know how long after that, the light in front of the office building turned on, as if I heard music and people’s noise. Those people who came to the square for a walk woke up instantly, I felt as if I had been stunned for a long time. But I still didn’t want to move or make a phone call. I turned out a piece of chocolate from the drawer and chewed it slowly. There was a little bitter, and then there was a little sweet, which lubricated my tongue and taste buds, cherish this feeling of slowly tasting, just like some slowly gone time, and finally disappear in the invisible. The sky is getting darker and darker, and the light is getting brighter and brighter. Raise your hand and rub your eyes. It’s time to go. The elevator came up layer by layer, waiting for a long time, but my heart was so calm. Finally, I went outside and found that the dusk wind in spring was still a little cool. I tightened my collar to prevent the wind from blowing in. Buses passing by one after another. I have passed the station for a long time, and I don’t want to wait any longer. The street lamp extended all the way, and the neon lights on the street window flickered. I could hear the crisp sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on the asphalt road, thinking about my heart, as if telling me that I was walking on the way back late. Many years ago, I liked to walk quietly alone with floating thoughts. It was a happy time with a faint smile appearing on my face, faint images appearing in my memory and those initial encounters, those truest and purest watch became distant and unreal in the dusk of this spring day. Through several intersections, I saw the traffic lights flashing out and knew that life needed a short rest and buffer. I thought the pain I could forget was no longer pain, and what I thought I could remember was never forever. Suddenly I understand why sometimes I can be willful and naive, because I am not afraid of losing or leaving in panic; Why sometimes I can’t be free and natural, because I know something I have never owned, I won’t choose or not; Maybe I know that the one I don’t fear losing will always be by my side, just like the shadow; And what I can’t face frankly is the knot I can’t untie, but it has been hiding the deepest fragmentation. What I avoid is not reality, which is not so terrible; What I care carefully is not pain, which is not so persistent. I am just living in a dream in reality, a way of living that I cannot give up. However, the cost of self-suffering is continuous injury and recovery; The cycle goes round and round, and I am still firm, but it is my luck and misfortune. In this way, on one’s way, thinking, laughing, dreaming and being free. The sky is getting dark, the distance between home is getting closer, and the heart is gradually quiet. When I finally opened the door, facing the light, the warmth came towards me. I felt relieved and peaceful, and found a shallow answer. QQ364399664 like (prose editor: drops of ink into wounds) the snow of 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…

A

I graduated in a flash, and now I am outside the campus, recalling the past scene, I remember it clearly and miss it very much. Miss the teacher who taught me knowledge. Now Teacher’s Day is coming, I want to say happy holidays and happy life to my teacher! This is a classmate message I received on Teacher’s Day. On Teachers’ Day, as teachers, we will always receive all kinds of warm blessings, affectionate nostalgia and sincere greetings from students who are at school, graduated in the past or have left school after completing their studies, I am deeply moved and even proud of my distant attachment and heartfelt gratitude. Although there are only a few words and few words, they are concise and comprehensive, sincere and thought-provoking. These messages come from students who fail to realize the dream of college farming at home, students from famous universities who were once proud of themselves, students who have already taken up jobs and started a family, or the students who have made a breakthrough in the society, or the students who have been promoted to one or half positions in the administrative organs, in short, come from all aspects, all walks of life and all levels of the society. Every time I receive these messages, some people who just graduated are still fresh in my memory. Some people who have graduated for many years or have not contacted for a long time need to search in the deep Lane of memory——. Every time at this time, it is the happiest, most pleasant and most touching time for me. As a teacher, maybe this is a great comfort and wealth. In this particularly realistic, bizarre and materialistic society, what is often most lacking is the true feelings, trust, mutual care and tolerance among people, as a teacher, in the current social situation, although the social status is not high, the work is complicated and hard, which is despised by most people, behind this hard work, it often gains something that other industries may not be able to do. This is a piece of gratitude, gratitude, attachment and trust. The above text message was sent by a student I just graduated last year. In my impression, she was an ordinary student, unknown, silent, introverted and tranquil, inarticulate, with a short ponytail, always wearing a blue sportswear, sitting in the last row of the classroom, it seemed that he seldom spoke in class, and even couldn’t finish his homework on time. What kind of person she should belong to who is quickly lost and dusty in everyone’s memory? To be honest, most teachers still like students who are top-notch in learning and excellent in both quality and study, because he (she) they usually play the most important role in their vanity or awards, professional titles, or the capital that they will delight in talking about in the future. But at this moment, I feel my hypocrisy, secular and too realistic, which is a blasphemy of simplicity, goodwill, sincerity, trust and respect. It was like a heavy punch, hitting my heart, like a Jack squeezing out the small part of my heart. It touched my soul and tortured my conscience. What happened to our educational philosophy? What is the real way of teaching and educating people? People often pull their heartstrings and think of a lot of things in this kind of casual trivial matter or experience. At this time, they can always shake the deep feelings in their hearts, what qualifications do we have to artificially draw the so-called grades and advantages and disadvantages for them? And thus generate personal likes and dislikes. At this point, I want to thank you, thank you, this classmate, for giving me a good lesson, urging me to renew myself, urge me to introspect, urge me to make progress, you can be my teacher at this point. I wish you a healthy and happy life in the future, and a good person a safe life! 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…

yi qing

A burst of spring thunder rolled over. After the silence and saving of the severe winter, the awakened Earth was full of vitality. All things opened their eyes and slowly spread their green wings, showing their own beauty. The tender green grass sneaked out from the soil. Every morning, the grass was covered with dew, glittering, soft and green, like transparent pearls; On the branches of various fruit trees, colorful, various flowers rushed to bloom; The dense and slanting drizzle enveloped the green mountains and green water in the mist like gauze, hazy; Hundreds of birds spread their light wings and flew in the flowers and green leaves, I was so happy that I called my friends to accompany me. The crisp voice, the sound of running water in the stream and the laughter of children combined to play a melodious Symphony; The wind of willows, it gently blows people to stretch their happy faces, bringing the refreshing smell of the Earth, the fresh smell of tender grass and the fragrance of various flowers, which makes people feel fresh and intoxicated by drinking sweet dew. The season of a year lies in spring. The vibrant and picturesque spring is the season of sowing Golden Hope. She is beautiful but very short. All kinds of flowers, which are extremely delicate and charming in the spring scenery and attract bees and butterflies, turn pale and fragrant in less than a few days. In ancient poetry, how much do you know about the fall of flowers when the night comes? I wrote down the scene that under the devastation of wind and rain, the delicate and charming petals drifted down one after another, falling into mud or falling into the stream with the flowing water. As the saying goes, flowers are not red for ten days, the flow of water and flowers show their heartlessness, which expresses people’s sadness and helplessness towards the passing of time. People eagerly look forward to the coming of spring, hoping that spring will last forever and flowers will last forever. However, God is ruthless. The beautiful Spring will pass in a flash with the withered peach blossom, plum blossom and apricot blossom. Four Seasons change, flowers bloom means withering; Life is too short, people born means aging; This is an irresistible natural law. When people come to this world, there will be innocent and pure childhood in their life; Vigorous and dreamlike youth; Mature and steady prime of life and old age near sunset; And the most precious, the most beautiful is the youth period with beautiful appearance and strong body. Youth is the beautiful spring in one’s life, which is the golden season full of longing, hope and vitality. After entering the youth, people gradually forget the colorful dreams full of flowery fragrance in childhood and youth. I began to look around the vast world, search for knowledge, mysterious and pure love for the opposite sex; I suddenly felt something missing in my heart? I feel empty and lonely, lonely and helpless, longing for a bosom friend to appear in front of me and say a few words of comfort and encouragement to smooth my turbulent and humid mood, let the warmth flow into my heart which is becoming barren. The youth season comes quietly, which cannot be rejected or avoided. When people step into the gate of youth, their bodies are running with hot, eager, pursuing and persistent plasma, burning enthusiasm for nothing, I thought that as long as I could do a great deal, I would dare to break through the mountains and flames. People’s youth is as bright and bright as morning flowers, which is worth showing off and proud; And it is also like the rising sun, which is flourishing, magnificent and full of endless vitality. In fact, youth is an enviable capital. With healthy body, smooth face, acute strain and fearless courage, it can support a blue sky, reclaim a piece of magical land; Then, depending on your great potential, you can strive hard and struggle hard, and then you can become an outstanding person who benefits the country and the people. At all times and all over the world, many famous saints and sages, many people’s brilliant achievements were achieved in their youth. Youth is also a precious treasure. God gives it to everyone fairly, no matter it is high or low, wise or foolish, rich or poor, anyone can only own it once, so there is flowers and a new day, people are no longer young, and it is easy to live a hundred years. The warning and advice that youth will not come again, and there are also exhortations that the golden year will not come again, and it will be difficult to go to the morning one day, so as to be encouraged in. The era is developing rapidly, and the wheels of history are rolling forward. In today’s era with abundant materials, informatization and fast pace, for all young people, everyone has many good opportunities, but also faces severe challenges. Therefore, young friends must clearly realize that in the long journey of life, there is no smooth fate and no happy life; Nine times out of ten unsatisfactory things in life, they will even suffer all kinds of sufferings. But don’t worry or complain, let alone decadent or sinking; Facing the complicated and harsh real life, on the road ahead full of thorns and twists and turns, as long as you love life, if you love your motherland and people, have ambitions and dreams, you will regard suffering as a kind of hardship; Take suffering as a good teacher of life, as a ladder to climb the peak; In the struggle against suffering, suffering will cheer people up, urge people to forge ahead, remind people to be alert and inspire people to surpass; The perseverance character exercised in suffering will make the brilliance of human nature more vivid. For your own ideals and pursuits, you must firmly grasp your beautiful youth. If you have youth, you will have a natural and unrestrained, open-minded, and you will have endless driving force! Youth is not only tender and tender, but also accompanied by a crushing defeat and infamous reputation. If you don’t have ideals and goals, you will waste and consume time in muddling and mediocrity all day long; When you suddenly look back, you will no longer have magnificent youth, and you will feel helpless and regretful, longitudinal have huitianzhili, cannot bring back priceless youth, only sprawled, dun zu chui xiong. In today’s society where material desires flow, people value things, and people are proud of things, modern people are like living in a monotonous and depressing Canyon every day. You hug me and squeeze me in a hurry; in the fierce competition for survival, some people lose their pure and kind nature, cheat themselves, reverse the right and wrong, pursue fame and wealth by unscrupulous means, and form bad social trend, it makes many young people have a clear understanding of the contradictions and dark sides in the social development, feel at a loss and confused, lose themselves for a while, and wander on the way forward; It is reasonable to have this mentality, Don’t make a fuss; Because youth is the most vacant season in life, with fantasy, pursuit and expectation, purity and innocence, rebellion and vulnerability; Youth is the flower season in the eyes of adults, however, it is rainy season for young people themselves, and both career and love are stagnant in the continuous rain from time to time; This is because the wet youth is originally the exclusive patent of young people, the flower season and rainy season are connected together, but in the flower season, never wet your hot heart because the rainy season has not passed; During this period, don’t be arrogant, don’t be discouraged, don’t lose confidence; in the stormy journey of life and study, don’t feel depressed or regret because of fatigue; You should have strong will, rich imagination and agitating enthusiasm; we must also have the courage to overcome timidity and the spirit of never yielding to difficulties; In order to pursue and expect, we must dare to fight and take risks. We must firmly believe that the passing of time can only carve traces on people’s faces, but the fire of ideal will never die out in confidence and persistence. We must unswervingly possess a childlike curiosity and youthful passion to find the pleasure of life; We should diligently learn endless knowledge and think about the truth of the world, to pursue the meaning, value and true meaning of life. Cherish the precious youth, Put yourself into the embrace of nature, let your soul be truly cultivated, understand the broadness, thickness, beauty, simplicity, generosity and nobility of nature; And strengthen your faith by this, stabilize the ship of your life, ride the wind and waves, and sail smoothly to the other side of your ideal. The contemporary youth living in the arms of the increasingly prosperous mother of the great motherland are rooted in the fertile soil, full of rain and dew, and full of sunshine, so the flowers of thoughts and feelings are particularly gorgeous and colorful, the fragrance is amazing, shining with the bright brilliance of the times, giving off a strong youthful atmosphere; In the study, life and work, everyone talks about their ideals, looks forward to their future, expresses their heart and heart, the keynote is high-spirited and the mood is upward; It shows the young people’s pursuit of ideal, career and love, thinking about life, eulogizing the times and longing for knowledge, and also living in the flourishing age of prosperity, and I feel extremely happy and proud. Young friends, we are the jiaozi of The Times, the future of our motherland and the hope of our nation. 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