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Drunk, hazy; Wake up, A Dream of Spring. When I was drunk and woke up, I remembered those sunglow-filled mornings in my life and the bleak dusk of cold rain. In the blink of an eye, the spring flowers turn into autumn flowers, and the streamer flies away, and will return to the starting point as the song sings. Just like the delicacy of blooming flowers and falling snow, everyone is using his humble life to interpret his dependence and favor on the world of mortals. Several ups and downs, several difficult vicissitudes, rain, waves, sigh the loss of swimming through the years, and hide the loneliness of hanging alone. Therefore, when the heroic blood was the alliance, and the tenderness of the fallen flowers finally faded away, it would be better to watch the Iris blossom, listen to the cold rain beating the strings, get drunk with the breeze and the moon, and dream the high lock on the balcony just as a dream, after a dream, I cried, laughed, drunk and tired in my dream. When I woke up from a dream, the clouds dispersed and the snow melted. All the unhappiness would go away. After experiencing disappointments again and again, I understand that happiness in life is always short-lived, and there will always be more or less sadness, big or small, buried in the deep heart of everyone’s life that will not be understood by others, so he hid in the corner and exiled secretly and introverted. Then he continued to stand in the cloud window and overlook, waiting for the next dawn. In the detour between happiness and sadness, I gently held up the dim time, threw away the complaints and sadness, ran aground the ebb and ebb and the moon was full, and played a series of false movements with my fingertips. The lonely streamer is still singing in a low voice, and the loss will come without expectation, but gradually understand to look down upon everything calmly, waiting for its dim and fading. I can share prosperity and desolation in my world. Although the sky after rain is misty, there will always be rainbows. Those quiet and good years, I left them deeply in my memory, helped me disperse the endless night, helped me lift the fire of stars, followed the warmth, and bid farewell to the wandering of the night and the frivolous youth. Make the most beautiful expectation and brew a new dawn with firmness and honesty. I hope everything will pass. There are not many things between heaven and earth that can last forever. Therefore, all the unhappiness will eventually turn into passing clouds and gradually disappear. Looking at the long journey far away, it was destined to be a rough and difficult journey, but there would also be billows and fragrance, determined to fly to the front, the rain was drizzling, and the water came all the way, laughter or tears will always fade away with the years. There will always be many beautiful things ahead: Red Rose, White Iris, purple vine, autumn Moon suspended, night beautiful, spring, liu shang Qushui, floral dip get month wait until dreaming Qushui edge, wait until flowers full sky, wait until Chaoyang melting sad, my story will come back to the starting point. Praise on February 4, 2010 (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow will disappear 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…

Young

Originally, I was still thinking about what kind of title should be given to this article. I found that I was so lucky every time, not QQ theme. Tencent just catered to my heart, and I borrowed it without reservation. I remember a netizen once commented on my article, saying that if I had time to think about these things, I might as well do something meaningful, then write an article, this is what I personally think is meaningful, although it is not well written. Teacher Ye Jiaying once said that in fact everyone is a poet and a writer. During the years you have lived, there was a moment when your heart was Poetic. For example, in your joys, sorrows and sorrows, a beautiful word in your heart, that when you record these words in notes, this is poetry, that is the poem you wrote! I fell in love with a person carrying a bag. I began to fall in love with a person. I fell in love with a person to feel the speed of the car. I fell in love with a person watching the flashing scenery by the window, I like to take a pen and a notebook to record every moment’s mood, write my poems and walk my way. Hangzhou is also a city to the south of the Yangtze River, so it is called Jiangnan. When I came here, I had been imagining Recalling Jiangnan. The most memory was Hangzhou, with heaven on the top and Suzhou and Hangzhou verses on the bottom. However, now I am on the scene, although I didn’t like this place completely, I really had to mention its streets. No matter how high the overpass is, it is full of creeper and hanging, and the guardrails on both sides are full of roses, it makes me feel that this city is clean. Generous. And warm. The Broken Bridge, weeping willows, crowds, clear waves, cruise ships and hot sun of the West Lake are also a simple freehand brushwork. Although in such an atmosphere, my heart is calm, I don’t know whether I’m sad or not. I don’t know whether it’s not beautiful here and doesn’t touch me. Or as my colleague said, I don’t have the desire to play at this age. That’s it, I didn’t see the White Lady and Xu Xian, and didn’t hold a long pole in the West Lake, so I left quietly. Quietly, it was not the farewell music, but the beginning of the next story. I dare to say that now anyone who walks out will say a walk-as-you-go trip and plan a route in his heart. Xitang is crowned with a thousand-year-old town and a small bridge. Water. People. Trail. Westerly. It is an inevitable portrayal, and I am the thin horse blown by the West Wind. It seems to be lonely and full, and I was born in the city by water, the water here makes the ancient town as thin and long as a woman, while the water of Phoenix seems a little rough at this moment. In such a quaint street, you must slow down, put aside all distractions and have no distractions. Only in this way can you achieve the purpose of this visit and feel the ancient robes passing through your skin, only in this way can we understand the meaning of the south of the Yangtze River, understand what is the slow rhythm, and smell the ink smell here. On this road, listening to the songs about wandering and love in each bar, passing by everyone and watching everyone’s feelings. In the past, I thought traveling was just the end of eating, drinking, playing, enjoying and thinking. Now I think traveling is not going out, but finding myself back, where to settle down and clean up the lead, because what I have seen is the world, what I have experienced is the story, and what I have experienced is the life, every day you pass by is life, and every collision is practice, so you can understand all the way far away; Meet all the way; Blossom all the way; Surprise all the way; Grow all the way; Next stop, see you again. 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…

Good Mom

I am an undergraduate intern majoring in preschool education in a normal school in northern Henan. During my previous study and internship, I really realized the importance of family education. “A good mother is better than a good teacher” is a book written by teacher Yin Jianli. She wrote in the postscript of this book that the reason why this name is used is only to emphasize the importance of family education, there is no idea to compare the two themes of mother and teacher, and there is no intention to despise the educational function of teachers. I dare not say about the kindergarten education in China. I only dare to say that from the current education situation of most kindergartens around me, a good mother is really better than a good teacher. First of all, let’s talk about the situation of several kindergartens I have experienced. When we were still studying at school, we visited several kindergartens in the city where our school was located under the guidance of teachers. We also went to kindergartens for probation before. The kindergarten that I have been on probation some time ago is the best kindergarten in that city, and the place where I practice now is a county-level kindergarten. In the kindergartens I have seen and experienced, no matter in small, medium or large classes, the number of people in one class in these kindergartens is almost over 30, most of which are about 35. Among the education that a person receives from childhood to adulthood, the education in kindergarten needs patience and love most. Because the child is too young and knows little about the world around him, so every flower and tree, every bird and stone needs the teacher’s careful instruction, and the children in this period are at the age of 100,000 why every day. For example, a child would suddenly come over and say to the teacher, teacher, where did my father take me to play yesterday. At this time, the teacher mostly responded to the child, and then the child ran away. Then a child ran over and said to the teacher: teacher, I know my father’s phone number. Just recite a string of numbers. The teacher often responded: Well, the product is great. Because more than 30 children will have various problems both in the process of playing and learning, and we have to take care of the safety of each child while we are busy with work, big and small stumbling, rubbing and rubbing, when parents ask, you should know how the child was hurt. Therefore, when children tell us some problems, we also want to listen more patiently than mothers. For example, for the first child’s question, we will not respond with one word, but communicate with the child and guide the child to recall to exercise his memory ability. For example, what did you play with dad? Did you have fun? Who did you meet? What did you see? In the process of communication with children, children’s language expression ability, emotional development, interpersonal communication and other abilities will be improved. When answering my second child, I wanted to ask him: Why did you remember dad’s phone number? Then guide the children to know what to do if they are lost. But the reality doesn’t allow us to do that. Children say a lot. When they swarm around, you wish you have 100 pairs of ears, 100 brains, 100 mouths to listen, think and answer children’s questions. In addition, early childhood teachers level low, mostly specialist graduate. Because the salary level of preschool teachers is very low, even those who want to be teachers seldom work in kindergartens. Those excellent teachers prefer to choose primary and secondary schools rather than kindergarten teachers, most of the teachers who stay in kindergartens are teachers with secondary school or junior college education. Most of these teachers work directly after two or three years of pre-school education after graduating from junior high school or senior high school, and their professional qualities cannot be reached. In the class I saw, many teachers would scold their children, and they would lose their temper easily, seldom being patient and caring. The quality of a better kindergarten teacher is relatively good. Most of them just lose their temper and reprimand children who make mistakes. However, the worse kindergarten is to knock the child’s head directly with the books in hand or the remote control, and when correcting the homework for the child, it will drop the wrong child’s homework to the ground and pick it up and rewrite it. These are the pictures in my memory when I was a child, which reappeared in front of me 20 years later. It really makes me chilling. When I squatted down and gently patted and shook my baby, when I got up, I saw another teacher stepping on the ground and on the edge of the child’s bed, the right hand grabbed the clothes on the child’s chest and picked up the child directly. I can hardly imagine what kind of feeling it was, that is, you were still in a sweet sleep, it was not woken up by the annoying noise but directly suspended by a giant. What a shock it was. But the children seemed to get used to it. They didn’t cry or make noise. They suddenly opened their eyes and got up obediently. There was no drug administration and no abuse. This was a relatively good county-level kindergarten, but it made me feel cold. However, in the vast rural areas, kindergartens are just emerging. Most teachers are rural women who have no jobs but know a few words. I have never visited such kindergartens, but I have been able to imagine what kind of situation the rural education is like. Let’s compare the differences in children’s activities between municipal kindergartens and County kindergartens. Of course, there is no need to say that municipal kindergartens are relatively good in terms of children’s education, but they are a little cautious in terms of children’s safety, thus depriving children of many rights. Parents in the city, children are not good, children’s friction is extremely satisfied. Once, a little boy didn’t know how to cut a path the size of an adult nail cover on his face during playing. There was no bleeding, but only a little bit of skin was scratched, with a slight blush. Because he didn’t feel any pain, the child didn’t notice it at all, but the teacher didn’t hesitate to fight to find out who hurt him. Finally, he didn’t find out. Even the child himself didn’t know how to hurt him, who hurt it. Afterwards, I asked the teacher if he was too enthusiastic. The teacher told me that it was difficult to do the work of parents in the city. Because parents couldn’t bear the little stumbling on their children, and even some parents threatened to go to South Korea for plastic surgery because of a little bit of broken skin, and finally the teacher came to visit them again with apology and apology, this matter was solved. In view of such parents’ requirements, teachers will ask children not to run, because they are afraid of meeting, not to jump, because they are afraid of falling down, not to play by stones, because they are afraid of hitting. Because children don’t keep order, they shorten the time of playing slide. I seemed to see David’s mother, standing in front of the naughty David with her waist crossed, saying this and that to David angrily. Children love to explore by nature. Why do we even deprive them of running happily and jumping happily? The child wants to touch the big stone, but we say no; The child wants to pick up a leaf and tear it up and scatter it in a small hole, and we say no; The child wants to touch the black thing, we say no; The curiosity of children is gradually stifled by our adults, and gradually becomes passive, and everything needs to be told by adults. When they grow up, they become Neet. The children became porcelain dolls, which were protected like a vase. Once the wind blows and the rain blows, they will be broken. However, kindergartens at county level do better in this aspect. Teachers and parents are not afraid of their children’s dirty clothes. They know that children grow up in stumbling, so children can play as much as possible, as long as there is no big problem. Once, during the process of playing, a child tripped over by another child and hit his mouth. The upper part of the lips was not only worn out, but also bleeding. Although the child did not cry, I was still a little worried. The teacher coaxed the child to say nothing, and the child ran to play again. Of course, this teacher did something wrong, at least he should apply some bruising medicine. This is the gap between the children in the city and the children in the county. I think of my childhood. I was born in the countryside and played in a soil pit since I was a child. I don’t know what kind of pit it is. In short, it is very large, and there are many plants and various bugs in it. In summer, after rain, we will step on a depression with bare feet to catch dark tadpoles. There are towering trees on the edge of the pit, and part of the developed root system under the tree will be exposed, the steep pit edge and vigorous tree roots formed a natural climbing place of two or three meters high for us, which became our paradise without any safety measures, my friends and I climbed up and down. We were so happy that we were reluctant to go home for dinner when it was dark. Then we went to play the next day. Firstly, because the population of our country is really too large and the number of kindergartens is very limited, there is a phenomenon of overstaffing in kindergartens currently. The management of adults still needs various conditions to restrain, let alone children. Therefore, in such a big environment, our teachers seem to have more than their heart but less strength. Secondly, the teaching staff is not strong enough, and the level of teachers is not high enough. The professional quality of teachers is not high enough, and the professional level is not enough, children cannot be patiently guided and educated in the right way. Thirdly, the quality of parents is not high enough, and their understanding of children’s education is not enough. So there is a saying that if you want to educate children, you should first make a reform in parents’ education. In early childhood education, there is a phenomenon of 5+2 7, that is, the good habit that children develop in kindergarten for 5 days will be destroyed at home for two days on weekends. Yes, good habits, is need over time, 1.1 drops established, but good habit of destruction but is easy as pie, once bad behavior, it is enough to make this good habit built one brick and one tile collapse. When I read teacher Yin Jianli’s microblog that day, I saw a comment, which roughly meant that our idea was very advanced, but it seemed to be so oppressed in front of collective management. Seeing these two words of grievance really aroused thousands of emotions. I am really want to change this situation, but it is really a long way to go, and it is difficult to change at that time. So at this time, a good mother is particularly important. In kindergarten, a good mother really outperforms a good teacher. 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…

Met

Fact, all. I am really like him. Him. It is the most stable one among them. Unlike other people who are ambiguous with many girls. But it’s not that I never get close to other girls. His friends are always laughing. And he always kept silent aside. Sometimes, I just think. Is there no one who can pry into what is hidden in his heart. Even his closest friend. Then I will feel. He must be a person with special connotations. He must have great ideals. He must be saving something he thinks he must have. So we should live a low-key life. So I am willing to be a supporting role. So. It seems to be deified by me. I can’t let others say that he is not good at all. Then I still lived a humble life watching him. Like a goblin hiding behind the huge bluestone for fear of being hurt. Carefully. With deep eyes. Peep at the shining black angel bathing in the sun. Then do nothing. Just staring at it like that. Silently care about. Is always quiet. I also thought about it. Can’t be like a high school student. World this big. It is not easy to meet. You have to cherish it. We can’t wait until the end to begin to lament. Then every time I decide. You will feel the flames rising behind you. It is full of unprecedented courage. Then I will think of it again. In fact, we are the kind of graduates. I will never meet that kind of person. Now friends. They are all scattered around the world. Unless very better. Maybe I will meet again after separation. If no. That can only be their own safety. So. I always think a lot about me. In the entanglement again and again. Stumbled forward. Never progress. Until one day. It seems that he is actively walking towards me. Who says. Waiting is the first age of life. I waited quietly, but my heart was still happy like a child. Now I think it’s a bit naive. Such shift. My overwhelmed. His deserved. Gorgeous interpretation. I hope that’s it. In this way, I supported walking with a rare tacit understanding. Walking happily in the dazzling time holding the hand of time. I always think we are very suitable. It is destined that only I can be happy for the people beside him. My courage small. Want to much. But I never think I am inferior to anyone. I don’t gorgeous. But not hypocritical. I exist in reality. He not words. But have idea. It is very similar to my temper. The book is right. Two people who attract each other. Not necessarily the opposite character. In fact, people with the same temper are more strongly attracted. But. Later later. After all, we should go one side. It turned out to be because of his life. The first thing I met was not me. I was not the first to be tempted. This memory. I cried for a whole night. That’s it. Original. The Dark Angel that goblins have been watching. There is a destination. That’s it. Meet You. It was my most beautiful accident. 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…

Love

22 years ago, my hometown and countryside were living in poverty. Besides the meager several mu of responsibility farmland, farmers made a living in order to supply the daily living expenses, every family feeds a small number of poultry and livestock. At that time, I just graduated from school and entered the society. The main source of income that can support me after finishing middle school is the income created by a sow raised by my family. Maybe it is because of the old and weak! I witnessed the painful appearance when it died after giving birth to the piglet for the last time. Like human beings, animals also have feelings. With the mood and feeling at that time, I took notes of the scene at that time. Inscription it was about to give birth, holding the grass, anxiously looking east and west to find the night fell, and the time soon approached 22o’clock. Suddenly, with a cry of piglet, it has already brought down a small life. The master guarded it, and it lay painfully and quietly. On and off at 3 am the next day, only four pigs were born. The host was sleepless all night and woke up in the dim light. It was already 5 o’clock in the morning. The sky was slightly bright, and luckily there was another piglet. At this time, there were already five in total. The host sighed to himself with a little unfortunate consciousness: only five were born, alas! After enduring the pain of giving birth overnight, he finally stood up, walked to the food trough and ate some soft chaff food mixed with vegetables. Then I breastfeed my child. From its docile eyes, it can be seen that it loves its children very much. I am glad that the sunlight gradually weakens and the house looks a little dim. Suddenly, the owner accidentally saw a slightly bright thing discharging from the place where it gave birth to the baby, as if it had given birth to the pig again. The owner hurriedly grabbed it with a wooden stick, but did not move. The owner opened the door and looked at it, stunned: a tube like large intestine has been discharged nearly one foot long. I immediately recalled that the death of a sow fed by my neighbor two years ago was also due to the discharge of this tube. Thinking of this, I feel bad. In the afternoon, the host finally invited the veterinarian from the village. When the young veterinarian saw this situation, he said that he had never encountered this kind of situation when he was practicing medicine, and he was helpless. After hearing the news, the neighbor said to the host: no rescue a series of comparisons and taking the death of a sow he once Fed as an example, he told a lot of reasons for no rescue. I didn’t know whether it was really hopeless or whether the veterinarian’s heart was poured cold, so I made a helpless decision. At this time, the host had to watch it helplessly, and lay down immediately after coming together. Looking around, he seemed to have a premonition that he was about to leave and that he didn’t repay the host for his nostalgia and confession. The newborn piglet was not sensible, and she didn’t know that her mother was suffering from the threat of death and illness, so she cried out with hunger. When it heard the child’s cry, it finally pulled the gradually stretched tube to the side of the children regardless of everything and took a look at it, I didn’t know whether it was because my child was put in a bucket or painful, so I lay down again. As long as the pigs cried, their eyes would be wide open, and their ears stretched out strongly that night. There was no movement, and the owner let the pigs eat milk. The piglet sucked the last separated milk desperately, sucked the milk with strong mother-child affection, sucked the last Comfort left by his mother, and sucked the last living efforts of his mother. At this time, it seemed to feel a little comfort and relief left to the children on the eve of death. It felt that it could not accompany and raise its children to grow up and shed tears. He looked at the piglet coming to his mouth with his kind eyes open, as if to say: children, I’m sorry! It’s not that mother left you cruelly, leaving you who were born for one day. Children, don’t you see that terrible tube? It is to separate our mother and son! Children, I am sorry for you. You seem to shed sad tears again. The Sky is slightly bright, and it is nearly five o’clock. Because the tube was dragged and dragged on the ground, it was cut and blood flowed out. It feels much more painful, and it feels powerless. It felt that death had stretched out its deadly claws. It made up its last strength and hurriedly walked around the master’s main room. After looking at everything around, he put the familiar scenery in his eyes, and then came to the wooden bucket with his own children. He glanced at it, and cried sadly as if he was afraid of waking them up. The blood is running out; The power is almost over. In order not to die beside the child and not let the child wake up to see it, it is more painful. It surprisingly exerted its potential, desperately crossing a trunk on the ground and getting into a broken chicken cage. In order to have a last look at the children in the wooden barrel in the East before they die. He turned around with the pain of heart-wrenching, with his head heading east and his tail facing west lying beside the chicken cage. His front half was in the cage, his head stretched out from the broken cage, and his back half was outside the cage, has bright. The host saw the place where it was lying in the light of the day, thinking that he was sleeping, but did not expect that he had been dead for a long time. When the sun came out, it found that it was stiff and there was a pit behind it, which was the witness of its fight with death before its death. It left and completed its final mission. It left with regrets and tears. It left and exhausted its own efforts. It’s gone, with a touch of love that is hard to break. It went away on February 29th, 2012 like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Future

In July, it was so hot that I started my own trip. I thought that the job I chose would see a bright office with colleagues traveling in formal attitud. Work was like traveling. From this station to another station, then we started a new stop. I want to change my life in a city. I want to see what the outside world looks like. I don’t want to follow my parents’ mood like this, he was buried in a city all his life, even though I am liked a comfortable life. Maybe I am very suitable for a boring and stable job. I don’t have any great revenge, nor do I yearn for a gorgeous life. Unfortunately, when I just started to work, I was full of disappointment, from one city to another, and then to another city, so I lived here. Everything was totally different from what I had imagined. It was better to be defenseless than to be prepared. For a moment, I felt at a loss. I am a casual person. If I come here, I will settle down. It was not until recently that I began to think about whether it was too late for all my life, the life I wanted, and the future I pursued. When I was still studying, I would talk about work or something else. The most important thing is to enjoy the rest of the good time and do something I want to do. I have no regrets about this, but for us who are unprepared, we need to pay more when we work. We will be confused and don’t know what we want, just like lonely travelers in the desert, I don’t know where to find my own oasis. I began to reflect. I began to think about what I had done for my future life with 1/4 life? I began to feel that it didn’t matter whether to take the college entrance examination or not. I began to hate the praise I had ever asked for, as long as I heard who said what kind of university did xxx’s children go, unconsciously, there is always an inexplicable sneer appearing in my heart. At first, I felt that reading books didn’t have much effect on life and pursuit. Considering that I spent two or ten years and got nothing but a college diploma, maybe I can’t deny that I have a lot of things here, but what I began to reflect on was, why does that diploma become so important? I suddenly can’t understand! I still remember that when I was in the third year of senior high school, someone gave up, someone studied hard, and only scores were reflected in his eyes, nothing else. Nowadays, I always want to ask those hard-working children what do you want to do after your dreams, or what kind of dreams do you have? Maybe everyone has no answer! University is the Palace of freedom, where youth is particularly flamboyant, love, communication, laziness, willfulness, and social transition, all kinds of, unrestrained. Maybe this is also the beginning of our disorientation. I don’t know where to go from here, so I enjoy the present! The dream I was once instilled was university. Now I realize my dream, just like in a strange city without navigation, I can only enjoy my greed to my heart’s content. Then I started to work. Life forced you, and you started to look for your own path. Did you make do with it, or suddenly woke up, picked up the young dream and started to move forward? 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…

And things

Not long after the building was built, our family hadn’t moved in, until they were occupied by a group of wild pigeons who didn’t know where they came from. Not to mention, the whole top floor became a public toilet scattered by these wild pigeons, as long as people reach the stairs leading to the top floor, the brutal and unacceptable smell will rush into your heart, making you out of breath. People live in animals before they can live, are you angry. As soon as I returned to the old house, I couldn’t help getting angry with my wife. If she didn’t agree to block the gas window on the top floor, I wouldn’t turn the new building into a bird droppings building. I want her to drive away all the wild species, and then find a carpenter to block the gas window for me. But the father sitting aside said that he could not catch up, and said that the white dove was flying in the bright spot, which was a wise saying spreading through the ages. It was not unlucky, but good luck. I was stunned by what he said. I was so angry that I lay down on the sofa with my head held by my hands and said nothing. Maybe I calmed down a little, and my father enlightened me like giving lessons to primary school students. People have a family and birds also have nests, while pigeons don’t build nests by themselves. We can’t save ourselves from death. Then he talked about what is good for things and how lucky they are. Finally, I was told earnestly that the unfairness to nature would be revenged by nature. I didn’t take my father’s words to heart completely. After waiting for two days, after school in the afternoon, when I went to the new house to see, I saw a few pigeons standing high on the roof, Goo, Goo, he spoke to me loudly, and his neck stretched very long when he spoke, as if he was waiting for something, and as if he was looking forward to something, he was almost very friendly. At this time, somehow, I felt a little embarrassed. I couldn’t help lowering my waving hand which was ready to drive them away, and casually raised my head and whistled to them, maybe it is to say hello to these guys I hate. Looking at the eave, there are also two pigeons. They are like a couple talking about love. Then you touch me with your mouth, then you reach into his arms, playing and affectionate with each other, my eaves really became their warm bay, peaceful, happy, and a peaceful life without worry. My heart was completely softened by their appearance, softened and stuck to them. On the way home, I calm down and think about it. What nature has given us human beings, we should cherish and protect them, one thing, one world, one flower, one wood, one bird and one worm in nature, one mountain and one water are all closely related to the survival of human beings. They live in the same global village with human beings, live and breathe with us. We have no reason to kill them for no reason and cut them down and destroy them, destroy them at random. The destruction of vegetation will lead to debris flow and desertification of land; Random mining and digging will lead to collapse of mountains and destruction of buildings; Uncontrolled capture will lead to ecological imbalance; Air pollution, climate warming ……, all these, are there still few lessons for us human beings? To be good with things is to be good with human beings. Father’s words really make sense. Think about the wild dove who lives and works in peace and contentment. Do I have the heart to block up the gas window on the top floor? I don’t know. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Life

Under normal circumstances, people’s lives are roughly the same, such as eating, sleeping, working, studying, getting married to giving birth to children, and then responsibilities and obligations until they die of old age. Then, compared with life living in the bright place, does the soul have the same situation or performance as life? According to my cognition and observation of life over the years, my judgement is negative, not only negative, but sometimes even totally different and incompatible. In other words, the relationship between life and soul is not equal, more ununified, and sometimes even opposite. As we know, Austrian writer Kafka, who is praised as a master of literature by modern people, is always in two totally different situations in his life and soul, which can be said to be positive and negative and cannot be unified. If Kafka’s life belongs to the blue sky and the day, then his soul belongs to the dim night. At best, what the daytime shows is only appearance and curtain, while at night, only in the quiet night is the real self. That is to say, the soul begins to be truly exposed, from whispering to shallow singing, from shallow singing to leisurely blooming. The same is true for black and black. Life is always at the edge of the night. Life in the daytime is usually lonely, numb, void and boring, wasting time. At night, you sit alone, the soul begins to appear and talk to yourself. Memory, God, Angel, wind and rain outside the window all become the masters of life. His novel The Wild Wolf is undoubtedly the thorough disclosure of his life and soul. He deeply analyzes the complexity and contradiction, confusion and relief of life and soul through his delicate writing style. The reason why he did this without hesitation, on the one hand, he wanted to prove that life was empty, helpless and even helpless, but he still had to live firmly. On the other hand, through monologue and feeling of soul, we can prove that the essence of life is not covered or replaced the hidden soul by the behaviors in life. In other words, the soul is the self and ego of life. Apart from it, Everything else is catching wind and appearance. Yes, all the people in life are good at using the external form of life to cover up or package the truth of the fact, which is performed at the same time with joy or cruelty, that is to say, people don’t know the true face of Lu Mountain, to express it with a common saying is to know the appearance but not the courage. Its authenticity. Unfolding and speaking, the true face of life and soul is usually not easy to see in life. Even if you see it, sometimes it is true and false, which makes people confused or misunderstood. This is the biggest difference between human nature and physical property. We know that the reason why animals are simple is determined by their souls, naked and unobstructed. People are different. He can hide people’s eyes and ears through various means, gestures, expressions, tones, eyes and even limbs. Of course, the essence is to shade the soul and cover the sun. Therefore, in this world, human beings are the most complicated and cunning species. This is determined by his thoughts and consciousness. But in the final analysis, it is because of the fragility of human nature and the loss of sense of security that a barrier is set up for oneself, which is lower than the attack and collision from outside. I never deny that this practice of human beings is against the phenomenon of life. On the contrary, the reason why life does this is exactly in line with the attributes of human life. Because the forest is big and there are all kinds of birds, let alone the forest has always been the law of survival of the weak and survival of the fittest. If you are not good at using the wisdom and wisdom given by God to protect yourself well, then it is bound to lead to the fact that the powerful or scumbags and crafty people take advantage of the frame. Every life is precious. There is something more precious than life behind this precious thing that deserves our care. That is the soul. Because the soul is the master of life and will, no matter good or evil, clean or dirty, holy or obscene, noble or obscene, they all show from there. Then, how can we separate the characteristics of ugliness and beauty of a person’s soul? I think there are two ways to separate, the first is eyes, and the second is a real written record. Of course, this is not absolute either. Some people are born with eye disease and cannot be sure that his mind is not correct. On the contrary, some people’s eyes are as bright as a torch, but it does not mean that this person must be like Meng Ke or Yao Sheng. Take an example, the characters of Song Cai Jing were like stars, and the characters were like Ouyang, but the soul was extremely despicable and dirty. Sima Guang is the author of the general knowledge of history, whose literary talent is not inferior to Sima Qian who has the same family name, and he is the author of historical records. Their life forms are basically the same, but the deep souls behind them are totally different, the latter is as high as Mount Tai, which is impressive, While for the sake of life, interests and power, the former can grovel, betray friends, betray soul and conscience. Speaking of this, I can’t help asking myself, which one of my life and soul is closer to me and more suitable for me? My answer is consistent, life is soul, and Soul represents my life. Why do I say so? Because in life, I ask my life to tell the truth, even if I am rejected, I will not tell a lie, even if I am deceived in good faith. Then where is the reality of the soul reflected, that is, every article I wrote is the experience and portrayal of my life and life, and the blood revealed in my soul, there is no fake water, in a sentence of full weight and full weight: that is absolutely dry goods. The reason why I am so confident is not from my knowledge and courage, but from the guarantee of spiritual quality. In my opinion, life is equal to conscience, and soul and spiritual quality are connected! 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…

Click

Suddenly I found that the click rate of prose online is higher than that of common websites. Often, after the article is approved, it has been found that there are more than hundreds of clicks. In terms of writing career, the click-through rate of posts that were managed and employed in a website in the past reached more than at the peak, while at the worst, there were more than click-through rates. But under normal circumstances, the click rate of posts that are not recommended or hired by management is between 100 and several hundred. The writer likes to be recognized by others, so the higher the click-through rate is, the incentive for the writer. Therefore, inspiration is like a spring, and essays come. If the article can be recommended at some time, it is a kind of recognition for the author, which makes the writer feel delighted and keep writing, and finally makes himself a cow specialized in writing. Maybe I once had such thoughts and experiences, so during a period of time, I kept writing all day long, anxious to turn everything in my heart into words, and anxious to write down all the things in the world. Then, when the prose is finished, write poems. When the poem cannot be written, write some small stories. Gradually, I feel that recommendation is not a big deal. Although the recommended posts have much more click-through rate than the unrecommended posts, after all, that is everyone’s point of view, posts that are not necessarily recommended are good articles. Then, in many recommended articles, the more I read, the more I could not read any smell. I just felt that the articles were empty, just like an ugly woman smeared the whole face with thick cosmetics. Since then, I have lost interest in the word recommendation, and then I write my own words and go my own way! I have seen articles written by Lu Xun, the ancestor of literature, as well as articles written by Bing Xin, the master of prose. After reading, I always feel that each of them has its own merits, and it is difficult to have an appropriate statement and comparison. But if we want to start from the aspect of scenery, then Bing Xin’s articles should be better than Lu Xun’s. But if starting from the pace of an era, Bing Xin’s articles seem to be not strong enough. Finally, you can only close the book and write your own, no matter how others write it. And then, some title parties came one after another. They often felt that the spring was very strong when reading the title, but when reading it, they didn’t know what to write. However, such posts often have thousands or even tens of thousands of clicks. So I began to feel ridiculous about the so-called click-through rate of my post, and even after seeing the full text of a recommended post, I realized that the post I was recommended was so worthless! Of course, it is good or bad to laugh it out of confusion and never ignore other people’s posts. It should be said that I was originally a person who liked studying, but I didn’t necessarily mean school affairs. Later, when I read too many books, I felt that everything was meaningless. In a literary world, almost all the expressions were not much worse, and the control of words only walked in a circle. Of course, there are also some famous articles. In fact, even if they are not copied after reading, they definitely belong to the category of adaptation. So if you continue reading such books, will you read yourself as a machine-like person? Once there was a small editor who was very strict, and many articles became waste paper after his hands. Looking at the articles he praised again, they were all suspected of the same method. So, in this regard, is the article a machine or an idea? After talking with a celebrity, he asked him how to evaluate a work? He said there were no regulations, depending on the works. Therefore, with his support, he took out several old works and prepared to become waste paper. Unexpectedly, these articles were waste paper in many people’s eyes, but they passed his examination. Therefore, I became more and more confused about what the article was. Even in the end, I even didn’t know how to write the article! 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…

Let spirit

I like to let my thoughts shed a boat, swim freely in the words, read carefully the safety of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and quietly feel the calmness of flowers and flowers, the joys and sorrows of the fleeting time, the warmth and warmth of human feelings, all of which are. In the world of words, there is no thin and cool human feelings and worldly wisdom, no sinister and sinister rivers and lakes, a drop of rain falls, a piece of flowers bloom, all are beautiful lines of poetry, a pool of spring water, a bend of autumn moon, all of them are included in the poems of literati and the words of Mogues, which make the soul rest in the words and enjoy a leisurely life. In fact, everyone has a lonely soul nowhere to be placed. In the complicated world, in the wandering world of mortals, through the fleeting time, feel different time, do different dreams, deep in the soul, I am always longing for a quiet place to calm down my heart and taste the waste of time and the impermanent life slowly. On a summer afternoon, I locked myself in the study and made a cup of tea. I only tasted its fragrance, but didn’t smell its sweet taste, letting a wisp of fresh and elegant fragrance into my nose, let your heart relax in indifference. Read a book that I like. There Are sunshine, rain and dew, gurgling water and blowing wind in the book. My soul is in the words, feeling the time when the clouds are light and the wind is light, feeling that kind of simple and elegant feelings, no mess of silk and bamboo ears, no strain of official documents, only drinking tea and reading, no need to ask about the world’s wind and frost, don’t want to be thin and cool, taste the rhyme of every word, A sentence of Kong-style. Feel the leisurely idyllic life of Nanshan under the old Mr. Tao Yuanming’s eastern fence of picking chrysanthemum in the text. A kind of yearning arises spontaneously. A low Straw House, a thin bamboo fence, and the front and back of the House are full of delicate and charming chrysanthemum. Chrysanthemum after chrysanthemum is a belief planted by the poet. Yuan Zhen said that it was not the world that loved chrysanthemum, and this flower was even less flowery. Monk Qi said that it was not for Chongyang to plant too much, but he really loved Dan Huang. People stand in front of flowers, making their clothes full of flowers and chrysanthemum fragrance, enjoying the butterflies dancing in the flowers, making people relaxed and happy. Looking up, they can see the nearby Nanshan Mountain, which is lush, high and low, A round of Sunset, shining on the sky, a few leisurely rosy clouds, a few eagle, singing and hovering in the air, such an artistic conception, you will be drunk when you think about it. Like words, like words is clean, the wind and frost of the world can not affect the purity of words, the sinister of the rivers and lakes can not contaminate the purity of words. A beautiful article can calm down the fidgety heart gradually, and a good sentence can open the clouds in my heart. Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are originally in the broken rocks. It is still tough to wear thousands of blows, and it is the southeast and northwest wind of ren er. What kind of calm and calm is it? To live, one must have a strong and unyielding spirit and a firm determination not to bend over the wind and rain. I straightened my waist, faced with difficulties, and had to rely on myself to be strong. Everything’s going to work out, as long as they do not retreat, no one forced you to back go. If you don’t experience a thrilling process, walk in the dark, or force yourself hard, you don’t even know that you can be so brave. A person is a lonely Walker with thousands of friends around him, but not everyone will be around you. Everyone has his own things to do. It is inevitable that sometimes he will feel lonely. There are many people accompanying you to enjoy the spring flowers and autumn moon. When you are in jail, maybe only the shadow will accompany you. Everything depends on oneself, against the wall will fall down, rely on everyone to run, there is a rough road, destined to finish alone. In the days when there is no one to accompany, feel the birds like Li Bai fly high and go to leisure alone. I am never tired of seeing each other, but only the detachment and calmness of Jingting Mountain. I am happy with the mountains and rivers, frown with the grass and trees, do not climb high branches, and only make a wild crane with idle clouds. Although the poem describes a kind of Vic, but it is also a kind of comfort to be with mountains and waters and to express your love between mountains and waters. Gao Ting is a pair of moon shadows, and who is the guest to share the wine jar. Meet each other and get drunk this evening, and sit and watch the Golden cake fall to Chengjiang. Reading a volume of beautiful essays is a kind of spiritual enjoyment. Looking up, I suddenly saw Hengyang Yan. What is the limit of thousands of words of love. I am a thin lover, and there is no book. Tears came back to Xiangge, and tears flooded the pink and pink. When the wild goose returned, there was no book to send to Iraq. Just a few lines of words, how many Spoony tears. A kind of expectation, a kind of heart-broken paper, reading the poet’s good words passed down through the ages, feeling the poet’s persistence in love, concern for his lover, and helpless feelings, can’t help sighing, love can be beautiful, drunk, or become a poison, eroding the heart. The beauty of love is an everlasting topic, which is a kind of lovesickness and two idle sorrows. This feeling could not be eliminated by any means, so I frowned but fell into my heart. I like this word of Li Qingzhao most, which is sad but not bitter, emotional but not sad. If love is fallen flowers, if love is flowing water, what kind of exile should love be? Out of the silt but not dyed, Zhuo Qinglian but not demon, a philosophy of being a person has been sung through the ages. To be a man, it is impossible to avoid dealing with all kinds of people. Only to be a gentleman, to be a scumbag, to keep the purity of the heart all the time, to face the complexity of the world, the merits and wrongs in the world, without a correct standard, but you need to have a mirror, face yourself all the time, and have a good attitude towards being a man. In this materialistic era, keep a pure self, don’t flatter anyone, don’t bend your knees, face all kinds of temptations, be your own master, don’t be a seductive slave, don’t lose yourself in the red wine. Being a person is like a lotus, growing in the silt, but not contaminated by the silt. After being washed with clean water, it is not seductive. It is a simple and elegant one, and only sends out a faint scent in the world. Taste a cup of tea, read a book, read quietly and slowly. Every word in the book has a soul. If you understand the book, you will understand life, only soul and reason can fly with wings. In this summer afternoon, sitting quietly in the moment of time, drinking a cup of tea, reading a book, making the soul quiet, just quiet, is the most beautiful time in life. Text: Falling red dust laughing like smoke QQ:1483563655 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…