Tao fan

——– The strong planning of the government and the so-called scientific and wise layout adjustment when the schools were merged make the fate of schools that were originally weak but ignored in rural areas more difficult. In the big bank, education should be balanced, scientific, today’s sustainable development. The educational system of urban and rural dual system has never been broken through fundamentally. It has formed the Matthew effect of education in developed areas and underdeveloped areas, big cities and small cities, and even urban and rural areas. This kind of utility or Golding’s deadlock caused by unknown factors, is it contrary to or conforms to the spirit and development concept of educational reform? A kind of hesitation and sadness from gossip news and rumors, today finally becomes an indisputable fact —— the school which has been fighting for many years will no longer disappear in a flash. Today, I went to school and asked for your opinions. What advice? Go from here will be less important. Stay in the Green Mountains without worrying about no firewood. Most of the youth is here, what to say, Lucky, numb, indifferent? Enron or sadly? Nostalgia? Give up? In fact, nothing can be said. There is no need to be clear. I’m too lazy to think about it. The year of Millennium is just Autumn, carrying bags, pots and pans, books and miscellaneous things, walking into you with a kind of hesitation and satisfaction, there are many strange and longing, peace of mind and persistence, time has opened a new track. At that time, when I was young, I was always high-minded, anxious and tireless. As time flies by, flowers bloom and fall, people can’t break through the self-discipline. Flowers bloom and thank, thanks and open, Yan leaves and comes again, and the students he teaches come and go again and again, colleagues who have been together come and go, raise the first flower, raise the hand is autumn. Once the dream was hazy, mottled into invisible lines. Ha ha, the chess has come to this point, the situation is already, The Age has become an invisible barrier, the walk has gone, and what remains is speculation and imagination. To where? At this time, it was just like in the triangle trade period of Western colonists, the Zhuang slave trade field was set up on the beach for people to choose and handle. Praise in July, 2013 (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

Will

Meeting some people is like meeting a dream. Because of these people, it is good to go anywhere and take everything for granted. We will meet countless of these people in our life and are destined to meet each other, doomed natural. Before graduation, I have read such a sentence that growing up is that you get acquainted with some people and then separate them. It is like two intersecting lines, gradually moving away after the intimate intersection of one point, and going round and round. Although I hadn’t left the small circle I lived in at that time, I had already sighed for such a story of hurting others. At that time, I thought that we would say goodbye to each other and make new friends in a strange city, people who have known each other for so long and almost thought they would not be separated will gradually fade into a figure in the distance between time and space, in the long years and words far apart; those things that have warmed up youth and youth will eventually leave only the outline and feeling that you don’t want to forget. Therefore, I really want to have a trip during the graduation season. In the early morning when the sun was rising, when the sky was still not clear, he threw his not heavy rucksack on his shoulder, went out with the tiny dew and dim light, and came to the appointed wall or tree, when people were together, they set off, climbing mountains or getting into the water, and even went to the city that everyone desired by train, walking through ancient alleys and foreign houses, stepping on beaches and seas, eating famous products and stalls, it doesn’t matter if you laugh in the sunshine and starlight and feel cold. Because no matter where, no matter what, as long as it is these people, everything can be done. But later, nothing I thought had happened. We didn’t have a cool trip together, and we even got together less often. But what didn’t happen means that our relationship has not changed either. Yes, we are more and more alienated than I thought. We are still as relaxed as before. We occasionally gather together to talk about our life which is not legendary. In fact, this is the real life. It is not as natural and unrestrained as you think, nor as sad as you think, just like how vigorous I thought I would cry and give up when I graduated, but the result is that everyone said goodbye with a smile, just like this is just a brief parting, just like I will meet again soon. Those sorrows that were once thought to be immersed in the dust finally seemed to disappear in the air and can no longer be seen. Then I met a new life, a new person. Nobody said that shaping a new life means destroying the past. I started a new life in a new environment, but I also missed the past, just like a journey of dreams. I was too weak to realize, but I had the power to melt the time. Leaving doesn’t mean forgetting. Farewell doesn’t mean waiting for the same decision. The dazzling sunshine melts at the fingertips with your hands blocking it. Jumping up, it is the warmth of a room again. And I always believe that this is what I want to let nature take its course. 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…

Aromatic

That is still the memory of childhood. Every year of 8, 9 yue fen, busy after, mother began hath commanded me to mountain abstract yellow yuan wood, and. I remember that the dialect in my family was called primordial leaf. I picked up the bamboo basket, took the scyck, and invited my friends in twos and threes. I had to find primordial leaf after a hard search. Most of Huang yuanchai was hidden at the foot of the mountain or at the edge of the untraversed cliff. Cut to half, always be lazy, a few people sit together chatting and playing. At night, I found that the bamboo basket was still more than half empty. At this time, we always need to cut down yellow chrysanthemum seed trees to make up. If these raw materials were far from enough, my mother would prepare tea tree shells and some branches that I could not name by herself. Mother tied the chopped yellow yuan firewood into bundles, put them on the haystack and let them dry together. The year lunar December came quietly, and my mother began to keep busy. Mother always chooses to burn the mixed yellow yuanchai, camellia tree shell and yellow chrysanthemum tree into ashes on a sunny dusk. When the dry yellow yuanchai met the strong fire, he began to sizzle. The blazing fire reflected the Sky Full of sunset clouds, reflecting each other into gray. At this time, smoke was everywhere in every household, and several barking came from time to time. The whole village became hazy and mysterious. After a burst of fire burned, Huang yuanchai became a handful of ashes. Early in the morning of the next day, mother asked us to collect the yellow yuan firewood ash in snakeskin bags. Mother always busy. She digged the old Du Jing again. After washing, she put the yellow chrysanthemum and orange peel into the pot to boil water. Then, boil good pouring water over cooked yellow yuan wood ashes on, to filter out water stay up to remain 7. Then put locust flower and peanut oil into ripe water. After boiling, the water in the pot has completely absorbed the natural yellow pigment and aroma in the raw materials. The fragrance of yellow locust flower and yellow chrysanthemum seed is mixed with the natural flavor of Du Jing, and the fragrance overflows. The next step is to wash the rice. Every household always takes out the fragrant rice and cleans it. I vaguely remember that it was the match between glutinous rice and polished round-grained rice. It is about the first half of glutinous rice and the second half of Japonica rice. Mother always climbed up in the early morning and poured the yellow yuan water boiled the day before into the rice which had been washed and dried slightly. After a day and night of soaking, my mother climbed up again in the early morning, and she always woke up our sleeping brothers and sisters. We helped to put the colored yellow yuan rice into the tall rice steamer. It was extremely cold in the early morning of winter, and we all curled up in the kitchen. The blazing fire in the stove slowly drove away the cold for us. When waiting for the rice to be steamed, our brother and sister always competed to occupy the warmest place in front of the stove to keep warm. You can smell the delicious yellow yuan rice after adding firewood and steaming it with high fire for an hour. We are already full of gluttonous food. Mother asked her father to help carry the rice steamer from the stove. Opening the lid of the rice container, a burst of fragrant yellow yuan Rice came to my nose. Mother first poured the hot yellow yuan rice into the big dustpan which had already been prepared, and then poured the yellow yuan water on the yellow yuan rice. We brothers and sisters let every rice be stained with yellow pigment of yellow yuan water. After some yellowing, until the yellow yuan rice on the big dustpan completely cooled down, I have to put them into the rice steamer again and steam them for the second time. After the second hot steaming, the yellow yuan rice becomes more yellow, transparent and moist. Mother and father put the steamed yellow yuan rice in a wooden bucket, covering it with clean cloth to prevent the rice from cooling down. I heard from the adults in the village that the former yellow yuan rice fruit was pounded in the stone mortar, smashed and smashed into balls with hard Miscellaneous wooden sticks, then rubbed evenly with hands, and cut into pieces to make rice fruit of various shapes. Nowadays, the conditions in the village are getting better and better, with specialized machines. When the hot fragrant, soft and tender rice fruit came out of the machine, we, who were still children at that time, always grabbed it quickly, dipped in the oil and water of chili sauce that had been prepared for a long time, and greedily put it in our mouth to have a. Adults always use their skillful hands to cut yellow yuan rice fruit into squares of uniform size one by one. Then, put them in a ventilated place to dry, and the yellow Gannan yellow yuan rice fruit will be formed one by one. Yellow yuan rice fruit is not only refreshing, but also should be stored for a long time. However, because the process of doing it well is really complicated, in order to keep it for a longer time, we use modern technology to vacuum package the dried yellow yuan rice fruit, then cook and disinfect the packaged rice fruit in a pot with 80 degrees of water, which can ensure that it will not break down for 3 months at normal temperature. Every time I see Huang yuanmi Guo, I always think of my laborious mother and my childhood which is gone forever. 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…

Cheer

Some people cheer for others, some people cheer for themselves; Some people cheer for stars, some people cheer for ordinary people; Some people cheer for the motherland, and some people cheer for the world. No matter what kind of applause, it is moving, all shock our hearts. My cousin was the first senior student in Zhaojun’s hometown to attend the National People’s Congress after recovering the college entrance examination. After graduation, he stayed in the capital to work. Last year, I went back to my hometown for cultivation due to physical reasons, so I got a new understanding of this legendary cousin. That was the day after beginning of autumn, I accompanied him to work in the new county. When we walked half of the journey in the van, it suddenly began to rain. The driver was sharp-eyed and saw an old man with white hair standing under a Zhangshu struggling to recruit his hands. He parked the car beside the old man accurately. My cousin sat in the co-pilot position. He quickly opened the door, opened the umbrella, and held the old man in his seat. Then close the door carefully, open the back door and sit next to me. The old man was almost 80 years old, and he was slow to move, but his ears and eyes were fine. He went to the county to leave home, and one of his old watch’s grandson got married. When the children left, they told him to stay at home, not to walk far away, and promised to report the wedding situation to him when they came back. After his son and grandson left, he felt a little uneasy. He always felt that he should go there for a while, which was as generous as heaven. After sitting firmly, he turned his head and said to his cousin slowly: Thank you, Little Comrade! My cousin said hurriedly: No thanks, no thanks. At this time, I found that some people in the car were a little strange. Several People fanned in front of their noses with their hands. It turned out that there was a little sweat on the old man’s body. The rain always braid the car, and the wind always kisses the rain. The bus finally arrived in front of the National Wine Gate. As soon as the bus stopped, my cousin hurried off the bus, holding an umbrella in his left hand and pulling the front door in his right hand to help the old man down. The old man stood on the pavement and sucked a few fresh air with his cousin holding him. My cousin sent the old man to the hotel lobby across the road and sat down, then returned quickly for fear of delaying the passengers’ precious time. We continued to drive forward. The beautiful new county was cleaner, gentler and more charming in the rain. Everyone has a blue sky in his heart, which is filled with beautiful memories; Everyone has a sweet spring in his heart, a boat rippling his heart; Everyone has a goddess in his heart, which is the embodiment of truth, goodness and beauty. Some love, placed in the heart, will never fade; Some love, in the years, has always been bright. Cousin, I cheer for you. Life, get together in a hurry, a lot of feelings, a lot of people, although only a moment of encounter, but forever unforgettable. Not long ago, my sister, who worked in the provincial capital, asked for leave and returned to her hometown to discuss about his nephew’s art study. After careful consideration, on July 22th, my nephew and I went to a digger training school in Yichang to sign up. I didn’t feel very good and came back that day. On 26th, we decided to go to Wuhan East West Lake vocational and technical training school. It happened that my sister went back to work, and we three went together. I bought three train tickets to Hankou at Yichang East Railway Station: departure at 10:26, carriage 7, all of which are station tickets. My elder sister often buys station tickets back and forth. She is already 59 years old. At first glance, she is a hardworking, kind and honest old woman. Fortunately, after getting on the bus, we found a lot of seats were empty, so we casually found one to sit down. I didn’t see the person who bought the ticket until my seat was in Hankou. My sister was unlucky. When I stood in Zhijiang, the boss who bought the seat came. My grandson stood up and gave his seat to his mother. When arriving at Jingzhou station, many people came up. Those who bought empty seats stood up one after another, and the compartment was boiling for a long time. When everything calmed down, a young man of about 1.6 came to me, looked at his ticket carefully and looked at my sister carefully. Knowing that the seat belonged to this young man, my sister stood up and offered her seat. The young man said sincerely: you sit, you sit. I said hurriedly: Young man, you sit here with me. The young man said: No, no. You sit. He walked to the last row, leaned against the seat and read the book. He didn’t put the book into his bag until he got off the bus. It is known that this strange young man is a freshman student of a university in Wuhan, from Wuhan. He went back home after visiting the places of interest of the Three Kingdoms in Jingzhou. He left a deep impression on me. Many things in life are just two or two, but for many people, they are as hard as a rock to move; Many ordinary things seem to be as light as a feather, but in fact they are as heavy as Mount Tai. Boy, I cheer for you. When people meet each other, they rely on respect; When heart communicates with heart, they rely on true feelings; When love is in harmony, they rely on heart connection. After getting off the bus, we went to the place where my sister worked. After lunch, my nephew and I went to school by bus to sign up. It took 50 minutes to get to school by bus. Teacher Wu has been waiting for us for a long time. He has been working here for 5 years since he graduated from university. He is a young, Sunny, enthusiastic and promising director. He helped us carry boxes, took us to his office to go through the registration formalities, guided us to the dormitory, went to the restaurant to buy cards, and told us about the shops, restaurants, parks and so on around the school. On that day, the weather was particularly hot. Wuhan was a famous stove city, and teacher Wu was not annoyed at all. He was clear about what we asked. I am very moved by the fact that there is no discrimination against the villagers from the mountains and they do not judge people by their appearance. Especially when he heard that he was a teacher in I am and a member of county Writers Association, he was very excited. Because he never thought that a teacher who was close to the year of destiny in the deep mountain had such hobbies and beautiful dreams. Xiao Wu, I cheer for you. A peaceful life is like a cup of plain boiled water, which tastes dull. Only those who understand life will taste sweetness and happiness in plain. 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…

xiang ru

Flowers bloom silently, without conditions, requirements and publicity. The fragrance is floating, but it seems that nothing has happened, leaving only the fragrance repeatedly. It is rich in early autumn and lasts for the whole season, even longer. The beauty of osmanthus is more in her role and meaning. Gui, expensive. Osmanthus trees have represented many meanings since ancient times. She symbolizes beauty. “LV’s Spring and Autumn period” praises the beauty of things, the swaying GUI. It means that the most beautiful thing in the world is the cassia trees on the mountain. From Han Dynasty to Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, osmanthus became a precious flower and tribute, and was planted in front of the court together with Magnolia, begonia and peony to obtain the homophone of jade, Tang, rich and noble, with auspicious meaning. Osmanthus also represents love. In the minority areas rich in osmanthus, young men and women express their love by giving osmanthus as gifts. Osmanthus trees also symbolize honor and victory. In ancient times, there were officials who were proud of their ambitions, and those who were famous for their success. There were two laurels in court and two laurels in the court. Osmanthus can also be used as food. When osmanthus is in full bloom, many families in the South store osmanthus and make osmanthus cakes. In ancient times, every exam year, the examinees and their relatives and relatives steamed the cake with sweet osmanthus and rice flour, which is called Guanghan cake, and they gave it to each other, taking the meaning of Guanghan high school. Osmanthus can also make wine. Mao Zedong said that Wu Gang held osmanthus wine and spread all over the world. Flowers are still fragrant, but people are old. The fragrance of osmanthus is floating, and the year will end. After figuring out the harvest of one year, I know that it is abundant. Immerse yourself in your own words and release your happiness, anger and sorrow with simple and shallow words. Whether pouring out or releasing out, it is always a mental process. A little bit of fragrance emitted in the text is dark, faint, permeating the heart and filling the life. A Little Happiness is like sweet osmanthus fragrance, Flying quietly in the clear autumn wind. The fragrance of osmanthus is permeated, and people are busy. As old as this, it still smells as old as before. 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…

Strong wind

The strong wind began to blow early in the morning, crying and Howling: Woo, Roar, the tail sound was long, and there were nine series of songs, from morning to night, the sky was dark. My hometown calls this kind of wind the calf wind. This name can’t be more appropriate. It is vivid and plain with soil flavor. I admire the talent and wisdom of the villagers! In such a weather, they went out and met each other, and no longer asked: Have you eaten?, what to do? And so on, but frowned, with a face of disgust, one angrily said to the other: look at the calf wind! Another one took over the conversation hurriedly, as if unwilling to lag half a step. As a result, they hit it off and fell in love with each other. They cursed and cursed the calf with laughter …… they were so colluding. Then, the depression and helplessness in the depressed chest also came out quickly. Sitting indoors, listening to the roaring wind, it seemed that there was a mess between the heaven and the Earth. It seemed that thousands of furious calves rushed out of the Cowshed and started to soar. The calf is natural, strong and vigorous, and full of brute force. Fearless, lawlessness. They rushed straight without scruple, left and right, disorganized and reckless, extremely resentful, crazily vent, chaos! Mess! Mess! Stir it upside down! They seem to have planned for a long time to destroy something, tear it up and destroy it. The sound howling is meaningful …… since winter, the weather has been sunny, cold and dry, with wind after wind, blowing all over the world, dry and dry, people’s hearts were also blown dry, getting dry and smoking. In my opinion: the wind is the wild cattle raised in winter! But the old said that it was not like this. This fierce wind blowing has only happened in recent years. It turns out that the climate in my hometown is good! With these words, their eyes, which were already like dry wells, were instantly hazy and dense with water vapor. Their eyes penetrated through the vast years and looked at the winter of their childhood. At that time, winter looks like winter: cold! But, moist. Snow Water great abundance. Ice was hanging on the eaves in winter. Some ice pillars were long enough to touch the ground. Heavy snow with goose feather one after another, it looks like a pleasant harvest year! The thick snow is like a xuanteng quilt. Winter wheat is safe, comfortable, sweet and happy under the snow quilt. They have beautiful dreams and accumulate strength with their heart. When the spring comes next year, the winter wheat, which has been restocked for a whole winter, is crazily competing to grow into WangLi …… how is it like the winter now? With such a sentence, the light in their eyes disappeared immediately, and the eyes became a dry well again. My mother is over eighty years old. After getting up every morning, the first thing she does is to watch the weather on the balcony with a crutch. However, God never gave her face, which always disappointed her. Alas, there is no snow this day. What do you want to do? She often muttered to the washroom downcast. Old people are generally afraid of cold, and my mother is no exception, but she doesn’t like the warm weather in winter. The balcony of our house was filled with warm sunshine in winter at noon, while my mother sat in the sunshine with a worried expression. I heard her talking to herself: if it should be cold, it should be cold. How can it be like spring? This God! My mother was looking forward to the snow, and who was not like this? Snow is the flower in winter, the purest, most spectacular and most beautiful flower in winter. Snow is the spirit of winter. If there is no snow in winter in the north, it will be too bad for the scenery. Everything in the world will kill Xiao and die. People are even more desolate, lonely and helpless. Because of the expectation of snow, in winter, I prefer the cloudy weather. The boundless and gloomy weather gives people the hope of snow, and the gray sky is so warm and peaceful, it seems to be breeding snowflakes, joyful, worried and tender. However, in the sunny weather in winter, the sky is high above the sky, which is so lofty, indifferent and aloof. The bleak sunshine is weak and boneless, and it is lightly scratched like a big tongue without heat. However, the wind was fierce, fearless, vigorous and cold, scratching his face like a knife, causing pain and pain. I don’t like the wind in winter! When the wind blows, if you have to walk in the wind, then you will fall into the wind like falling into a group of angry calves. You will lose yourself and be completely fooled by the wind, at the mercy, you will be scratched and crooked, pushed rudely, knocked down savagely, overturned on the ground, just like a piece of fallen leaves spinning in the whirlpool …… where is the snow? Where is the snow? The wind blew the snow away! My mother said bitterly. The wind was roaring, which blew the wind for a whole day. The snow was even forced to disappear, and my mother’s heart was deeply hurt. The snow is getting less and less, while the wind is getting bigger and bigger, more and more frequent and worse. The winter is getting drier and drier, and the warm winter is one after another. What is the reason for this? Mother speechless. I don’t know: is she not clear or disdain to say? For such a question, the old people in hometown closed their eyes like a dry well and meditated like a wise man and a philosopher. They always keep a low profile, just like the soil in their hometown, they never make false assertions. In fact, they are like bright mirrors in their hearts. The mirror-like heart was filled with helpless sourness. Human Ah! I always think that I am the soul of all things, Supreme and smart. As everyone knows, it is often that being smart is mistaken by being smart, and you hit your feet with bricks. As a writer said, many sufferings of human beings may come from our own superficiality and contempt for nature. Yes, if we still just ask for it from the nature and do our own thing blindly, then wait for the more severe punishment from the nature. Oh, the wind is roaring …… like (prose editor: Ink drops into wounds) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

For

Shuttling back and forth in the quiet night, looking up, the warm light sprinkled on the obsessed face; The slow and steady footsteps crossed the ears, passed through the empty campus, and then stayed behind silently; step by step, I was deeply trapped in the tinkling sound after sound, in the cool night wind. At this time, here, this situation, what lingered around repeatedly was just that sentence: why for the unknown, always imagine with the most beautiful, and then deeply obsessed? I had the opportunity to know it in advance, but I didn’t want to uncover the veil too early. Only when I was on the scene could I enjoy the surprise and shock brought by the veil being uncovered slowly, slowly walk into the unknown world under the turbulent mood and feel the spiritual impact brought by everything. Perhaps, obsession is due to this. A vast and boundless prairie is green and boundless; The Prairie man galloping with horses is extremely brave; The sunset and dusk, Sunrise and Sunrise are sprinkled on the Mongolian yurt rooted in the Prairie, and on the vast heaven and earth, beautiful and Breathtaking. Running among the swaying grass in the wind, the heaven and earth are so vast that autumn comes. Seeing the Earth dyed with the color of autumn, the meadow which has not been eaten remains in the heap of gravel, with a sense of desolation and magnificence. The original intention is also because of the boundless grassland beauty, the place on the border where human beings have not set foot on, preserving the most heavenly beauty, the white in the distance can not be distinguished from the snow mountains that have not melted all the year round or the clouds on the horizon. When seeing that they could wander in that Fairyland, suddenly there was an inexplicable envy and jealousy. Maybe only they could be so presumptuous in the vast grassland between the heaven and the Earth, warm sheep, smart wolves, galloping horses, believers, greedy people, and all other unknown creatures on the grassland, in the final analysis, the everlasting law of the jungle on the biological chain, the survival of the fittest, cruelty, blood, sacrifice, tactics, strategy, greed and revenge, may be just for survival and survival, you can also say who is right and who is wrong. However, the close-up of the eyes also deeply felt the arrogance and spirituality of the grassland master: Under the boundless night, the female wolf who went out for food only had empty caves left after returning, and the Cubs disappeared, looking at the silent night sky, the long sorrow and despair unexpectedly made people shed tears; The yellow sheep hidden for the next year were all stolen by greedy people, the little wolves in the cave were pulled out one by one and threw to the hard earth. Seeing the scenes, hatred gradually dyed their eyes, and a kind of anger which wanted to tear everything was burning; Cloudy wind and snow night, after pushing all the horses to the hopeless ice lake, the pleasure of revenge is a joy of revenge; Being driven to the desperate situation by hunters, looking at the farewell of his partner, it is said that Wolf has only one partner in his whole life, that is how much he loves and doesn’t give up, and then he jumped off the cliff resolutely. While the other half turned back to his cave, dug the top of the cave hard and chose to bury the bottom of the cave frequently. He was so arrogant that he could only end his life by himself; He was chased cruelly and wanted to die of exhaustion, but he wanted to let him go at the last moment. With full of doubts, why did he let me go? You also know that I can’t walk any more. 3. I came to the boundless prairie of freedom to escape. I thought about taking root, but finally I chose to go back to the original place. All the Escapes could not last long, there will be a day of returning. It seems that the melodious sound of the Horsehead can make people immerse themselves in the vast heaven and earth galloping in the helm for a while, but the sound of the piano will finally come to an end. Open your eyes and still stay where you are, but then what, maybe, life is to know its value in escaping and returning again and again. To “Wolf Totem” 2015.2.23 praise (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

Bauhinia

On the morning of midsummer, walking on the sunny street, the hot sun was burning on the Earth, and it seemed to be steaming all around, making people feel like being in a steamer with sweat flowing down constantly. Walking to the shade beside the street in a hurry, there was a feeling of being sheltered immediately. Walking on this avenue frequently, I never felt the magic charm of these green leaves. When I was waiting for the car in my spare time, I turned around casually and saw the Bauhinia vine which was covered with the fence on the balcony of my home. The end of one of the vines had climbed onto the wall of the compartment, this is the green plant I planted on the balcony to shade the sun. Thinking of the experience of this Bauhinia Vine reminds me of a word: life is endless and struggle is endless. I remember last spring, this Bauhinia Vine came to my home from the flower market. At that time, the exquisite flowerpot was covered with white stones, and a thick root stem with a pen pole emerged in the middle, with several long green vines hanging on the triangular bamboo shelf on the flowerpot, each leaf looks so green, and the buds extending out are covered with curly Silk. They are looking for objects that can be climbed, and the buds with triangular bamboo frames are supporting each other, green leaves swaying in the wind, like children dancing happily. I gently untill the threads circling each other, and clung them one by one on the fence of the balcony. Every day, I watched the buds continuously extending upward, and the threads tightly circling the steel wire of the fence, it seems to see its determination step by step, the joy of harvest one day. Maybe it was because of the change of seasons, or because I didn’t care carefully. Shortly after the summer, I found that the leaves of Bauhinia Vine turned yellow slowly, and the roots dried up slowly. Pieces of withered leaves and withered Bauhinia vines seem so bleak and helpless in the bleak autumn wind. I picked up a piece of fallen leaves and thought in my heart that this Bauhinia Vine may not have the reincarnation of the future years, and winter will come and spring will come. His wife cultivated soil and fertilizer for all the plants in the family, hoping to rejuvenate the withered flowers and trees in the spring. I didn’t have much hope for this withered Bauhinia Vine at first, until one day, my wife shouted excitedly: husband, come here, Bauhinia Vine has sprouted. Only then did I truly realize that spring really came and everything began to recover. Every time I stand on the balcony, I can feel the elongation of Bauhinia vine and the power of its hand grasping the steel wire, but I can’t imagine the way it attaches when climbing the wall. Still step by step, the difference is the length of rattan extension and the amount of new life. Under the reflection of sunshine, it is endless, luxuriant and luxuriant. The growth process of Bauhinia Vine is just like the process of life. A person’s life will never be smooth sailing. As long as he moves forward step by step and struggles endlessly, he can sit and watch the ups and downs and watch the ups and downs of the tide. Even if we fall into the low ebb of life, we must never give up lightly. We must believe that there is still spring and let us rebuild our lives. As long as we live endlessly, we will struggle more. 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…

Rape

Rape flower was born to be a child of a peasant family. It was simple and plain, without showing the spirit of wealth, so that people could easily forget her. Rape flower is weak, and her life is also short. However, in March of spring every year, this immature life will never forget to stretch its vigorous figure, open its golden smiling face to the Earth, and invite hundreds of millions of people to cheer and sing to the sky, show people their happy and happy existence. The dance of rape flower is romantic, and her heart always misses the pots and pans of life. In the yellow ocean, it is inevitable to have endless association with yellow. I asked some primary school students who met in the flowers: Why is this flower yellow? Their answer was straightforward: it was originally yellow. I patiently and never tire of giving them an extraordinary Lecture: The reason why flowers of different colors show different colors is that they do not absorb the color of sunlight! This yellow flower finally reflects the yellow light to our eyes because it does not absorb the yellow spectrum in the sunlight. I got a burst of self-contented pleasure when I made the school children in a state appreciate each other. Nature endows life with infinite secrets, while small rape flowers store their natural codes. Every year, they never forget to sing about their existence in spring, sending abundant Joan juice to bees and offering crystal clear nectar to people, the blue sky reflects the continuous yellow flowers, and gives the Earth an elegant and charming fragrance. A piece of rape petals can be ignored. When they gallop and jump with hundreds of millions of people, they will lift your INFINITE IMAGINATION. Look closely at a piece of rape flower leaves, which are transparent in the sun, filter the yellow spectrum of sunlight to spring in the clear, and its beauty is a kind of elegant and pure country beauty, natural beauty. The fragrance of a piece of rape flower and leaf is superficial and even hard to smell. Only the sea of yellow flowers rushing to the sky contains infinite fragrance, which is intoxicating and fragrant. It is appropriate to enjoy flowers to be plain. The Yellow Wave rolling towards the sky, just like the golden flying carpet flying in time and space, unreal and surging, explaining a new year with vigor and vitality. Yes, no matter how bright and gorgeous the color in the city is, it can’t match the natural charming, elegant and sweet fragrance of rape flowers anyhow. When you relax, stay away from the artificial Castle for a while, and get close to the land, if you happen to meet the endless yellow flowers unexpectedly, you will certainly suck the sweet and fresh fragrance unwittingly, embrace this romantic and cheap flower with open mind. If you can’t help kissing her Golden and delicate little face, and the yellow flowers all over the sky evoke your poetry, you will keep calling, expressing your long-closed and depressed emotion, singing to the sky means that your passion of life is activated by this little rape flower, and you have gained infinite happiness. Your demand for life is concise, and you are approaching the origin of life. 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…

Uncle

Uncle gone. He left around 2 pm on January 20, 2005. Uncle’s son Haojun cried when he called and told me. Although he had already prepared for it, he couldn’t help telling me in a hoarse and choked voice at this time: brother, dad left, just at this time. Although I was prepared, I was still shocked by the sudden news. Five minutes ago, I talked to my colleagues in the office about going to the hospital to visit patients in the afternoon. Don’t want bad news and up came. At 02:28 P.M. the day before yesterday, Haojun called me. At that time, I was on the high-speed rail from Xinyu, Jiangxi province to Zhuji, Zhejiang province. I was sleepy and my mobile phone was in silent state. I missed answering the phone. After getting off the train and finishing other things, I remembered to call Haojun back and learned that Uncle Tang’s illness had worsened recently. I was afraid that it would be difficult to get through this time. I comfort Haojun a little. It is a rule to be born, old, sick and dead. When people die, who can jump off?! For children, the only thing to do is to put all kinds of filial piety first, and to be filial when you are alive. You have done your best to be filial. Unfortunately, Uncle Tang is still young. It was too late to tell his wife the unknown News. I intended to take my wife to the hospital to visit Uncle Tang this afternoon, but I didn’t want Uncle Tang to leave so quickly. Uncle has been suffering from incurable diseases for two years. Two years ago, it was found that intestinal cancer transferred to the liver. Haojun also choked when he told me. After three surgeries and countless chemotherapy in the past two years, I finally didn’t retain my life and went to other places regretfully. Aunt Tang said: one hour before Uncle Tang passed away, he asked his son the time in an extremely weak voice. Haojun told him that it was 01:10 noon, and he said to himself that the doctor would go to work soon. This is also the last sentence that Uncle Tang left in the world. This is the noon break for doctors and nurses. Uncle didn’t say anything else. He expressed his strongest hope for life, infinite tired love for the world and reluctance for his relatives at the last moment of his life in a special way of asking about time, even though he knew that he had reached the end of his life. Today’s medical technology can do nothing for every terminal patient, and he is weak; But with a doctor, I believe that life will always be guaranteed, so he is waiting for the doctor to go to work, waiting for the continuation of life. The doctor went to work on time, but Uncle Tang took a few breaths, and the ECG became a horizontal line. He left forever. Science is beautiful and moving, while reality is skinny and helpless. Uncle Tang has only been in this world for 65 years. Walk calmly, walk quickly, walk clearly. When Uncle Tang left, there was no pain. I don’t know whether he left with a little secret in his heart, but his thinking is clear. I believe that he must leave with regret. Now his life is rich and the enjoyment of life begins, but he leaves. After all, Uncle Tang only lived 65 years old and was still young. Indeed, it was too young. Changyi, the oldest neighbor in the village, was already 102 years old. I was 90 years old when I met Zhong fumu who I hadn’t met for 13 years at the entrance of the village, seeing that I called out my name at the first time, after I greeted her, she asked me jokingly how long I could live. I sincerely hope that she will live longer, but I dare not respectfully wish her a long life, for a 90-year-old man, the age of 100 doesn’t have much practical significance. I replied that he could live for at least another 30 years. The old lady laughed heartily and said that she would give me a good word. What a clear thinking, the old man is still pursuing time. It is beautiful to live. Uncle Tang is a farmer, a real farmer, a traditional farmer and an ordinary farmer. My uncle is a tiger in the zodiac. He is a relative of my four suits. Uncle doesn’t study much. I don’t know his highest education background. Don’t blame Uncle for not reading much. Although he was born in New China and grew up under the red flag, Uncle Tang lived in the countryside at that time, and food and clothing were still the first place. Uncle Tang’s father was my grandfather’s younger brother, who was thin and sick all his life, you cannot participate in the work of the production team with a full labor force (when the production team works for one day, you can get a work score of one job), and you can only enjoy the work reward of six or seven points to participate in the year-end bonus, usually at the end of a year, not only can’t get the bonus from the production team, but also owe the production team grain as overspending households (advance grain to the production team in the middle of the year), make up for production team dividends insufficient. Uncle stayed in his hometown all his life and almost never went out. In my memory, Uncle Tang only went to Shanghai as far as he could in his whole life, and it was the only time that he prepared to get married when he was young. There is an aunt’s family in Shanghai. Uncle’s aunt is my aunt. When I was alive, every time I went to Shanghai to visit old people, I often mentioned to me the hardship and hardship of Uncle’s childhood and his family’s life, sighing that uncle couldn’t get the chance to study, I am very concerned about the living status of my Uncle family in the countryside. After the implementation of the responsibility system for production in rural areas, the life became better day by day, which completely ended the poor life. Uncle Tang once served as the captain of the production team after the fixed production to households, leading a small rural group of more than a dozen households and dozens of people. The production captain can also be said to be an official, but this official level is the highest position that Uncle Tang has ever held in his life. In any case, Uncle Tang also had political experience, focusing on the production team and looking at the whole brigade; Uncle Tang also had macro thinking starting from the overall situation of the production team. Someone once said that he didn’t have the experience of being a rural production captain, but he couldn’t be a county magistrate. It seemed that Uncle Tang had the basic experience of being a good county magistrate, however, such a high position of county magistrate is far away from the uncle in the countryside and a castle in the air. Uncle wussy, basic and inoffensive. When the production team elects the captain, maybe it is this point that everyone elects him as the captain. However, the production captain at this time was different from the previous production captain who worked collectively and cooked in a big pot. He basically had no right to use it and had no chance of corruption, but he had sufferings to eat. I have been the production captain for several years, and I don’t know when I will retire. But I only know that there should be neither offending nor offending people during my several years in office. Uncle Tang suffered an accident before he got sick. I was not very clear before. When Uncle Tang’s bone ash came out of the hearth, I saw a metal shelf about five or six centimeters long and three or four centimeters wide in the bone ash, after asking Haojun, he learned that it was a dry loading and unloading work several years ago that he fell from a high place and hurt the lumbar spine. During the operation, he left it in his body as a shelf for fixing bones. It turned out that in the process of urbanization, the village which is located in the combination of urban and suburban areas changed from village to village, and farmers became residents. The former farmers had no farm work to do, and the uncle who was born as a farmer could not be idle, so I went to the surrounding factories to do temporary work, which could increase the income and spare time on the other hand; I didn’t want to do the loading and unloading work but it happened unexpectedly. Fortunately, it didn’t leave too much sequelae. But the fate was so bad that soon after the accidental injury was cured, Uncle Tang was diagnosed with a terminal illness again, which was seasonal and had been transferred to the liver. After two years of treatment and struggle, he finally died. Every life will encounter accidents. Uncle Tang’s life was extremely ordinary, ordinary and plain, and he was an ordinary member of ordinary farmers. Uncle Tang’s life came and continued the path of Chinese peasant houses, and his wife and son were born forever. When he came, he was naked, and when he went, the smoke was gone. Uncle Tang left, most Chinese farmers will continue this path, generation after generation. I would like to use this article to pay tribute to Uncle Tang who just died. Praise (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) on January 23, 2015 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…