Jiangnan

On a cold winter night, I sat in the south of the Yangtze River, unconsciously recalling the magical snowflakes in my memory. In many poems and proses of Jiangnan Xueyun collection, people leave a lot of descriptions of Jiangnan snow scenes, which may be because Jiangnan rarely encounters snowflakes in winter and spring. When I was very young, I had a special yearning and curiosity for snow. I thought snow was a kind of spirit. Our childhood dates with snow, dances with snow, and then plays with snow. When I was a teenager, I entered the school. The lesson “guess who I am” in the primary school textbook brought me endless imagination and inspired us to think. At this time, I learned that snow is a natural phenomenon, and sent some kind of signal to people. In the middle school years, we applied physical chemistry to reveal the change rule of snow and recall the conjecture in the primary school era. At this time, it is found that water is a kind of spirit in nature, and steam, rain and snow are all its incarnation. Guess who I am? As soon as the sun shines, I will become steam and rise to the sky. I will become a little tiny, and people will call me rain. In winter, I turned into pieces of cold white flowers falling from the sky, and people called me snow again. This short popular science essay in primary school impressed me deeply. Only Xu Chi’s reportage Goldbach conjecture was used to guess words in junior high school. Unfortunately, there are few similar popular science articles like this now. From then on, I thought, if possible in the future, how good it would be to write the scientific phenomenon and reveal its essence as the romance form for people’s reference. Later, when I was in high school, Lu Xun’s prose snow, Chairman Mao’s lyrics spring snow in Qinyuan, and what I read after class were not clear that tinggrui had fallen today, it is suspected that when Lin Hua opened “snow in the garden” last night, suddenly like the spring breeze coming in the night, thousands of trees and pear flowers opened “White Snow Song to send martial arts” and six flying flowers entered the house, sitting and watching Qingzhu turns into qiongzhi “to snow”, Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats, and the films blow down Xuanyuan stage “to be popular in the North”, what does snow look like in succession? If you spread salt in the air, you can use the words of “singing Snow”, The Lonely boat, the wind, the wind, the snow, the snow in Yanshan Mountain as big as the mat, the film blows down Xuanyuan Tai “North fashion”, and the window contains the snow, menbo Dongwu Wanli ship “quatrains”, let us enjoy the natural and social scenery. The most unforgettable time in life is when I was a child playing with snowflakes. When the snow floated over the ground, little companions would always run out of the House, letting snow fall on their bodies, playing selflessly in the snow regardless of the wet and frozen hands and feet, making snowmen, fighting snowballs, and laughing and laughing, make the white world full of vitality. Occasionally, I also saw adults holding a group of snowflakes, smiling, playing and meeting in the snow. Why did they ever get acquainted with each other, smiling and talking. Snow flowers fly in the Spring Festival, which is like the mood of the new year. Hope and unexpected encounter are extremely happy. People cheer because of snow, and people moisten their hearts because of snow. No snow, no more than a year, snowflakes seem to be the gift of nature. At the end of the new year, everyone is looking forward to a snow coming as scheduled and a dreamy scene on the snowy day. The Earth is lucky, the sky is gray, and the snow is boundless. Snow, people sell. Snowflakes are so carefree, so pure and flawless, so softly dancing and so mixed. The snowflakes were so close to each other again, and they looked forward to everything in the south of the Yangtze River shyly and shyly. The world was surrounded by a kind of wonderful and beautiful, white and peaceful atmosphere. The fields and villages in the south of the Yangtze River are like Catkins, reed flowers and Starlight, trembling and fluttering in the boundless sky with pleasant temperament. The snowflakes were spotless and lightweight. Overnight, thousands of trees and pears blossomed. The snow rendered the greenish and white, and painted the most beautiful ink painting. A white and beautiful Heaven on Earth, the icing on the cake is added by the falling snow. The natural magic of snow makes us feel refreshed. Snow is also very energetic. Every winter or spring comes, the snowflakes on the branches become a beautiful scene in front of and behind our house. Although the winter and spring are trembling, when we encounter snow, we always hope that it will bloom more like flowers, and then it will be glorious; When a gust of wind passes by, the snow will be happy and smooth, and it will sway with the wind, nod and greet me. If you have something in your heart that can’t be done by outsiders, you can also whisper to it. It can be said that qiongzhi saw people shaking, smiled slightly and bent down, and the snowflakes waved gently and warmly invited him; The south side of the pitch was charming, and he spent the cold wave together. We enjoy the annual beauty, and we don’t want to fall into this peculiar scenery of Jiangnan one year. The magic of Snow nature makes us upset. Snow relatives and snow disasters also bring disasters to people. Reading “The girl selling matches”, I felt that the girl was pitiful, and imagined how much she hoped to melt the frozen world into a happy paradise. When I think of snowy days, the first thing I do when I get up every morning is to see the outside world. If the snow is still falling, then clapping hands and praising, I can’t help saying that it is snowing, and it is still snowing; if the snow covered the Earth and the roof, he could not help chanting: Ah, come and see the snow. What a thick snow. Not only did he marvel at it, but he also shouted the thoughts of people around him. If the snow stopped and there was no snow on the ground, I felt it left us. I felt a little regretful and sad! dx wu hen, do to melancholy pay beauty Good morning, look back green mountains, bridges. For many years, Snow White usually comes in the vast expanse of winter or early spring, and naturally gets drunk; But now, it is difficult to look forward to the cold winter, and the world is in the same place, and the cold and hot changes. I like snowflakes to show its white color, fresh flowers, a little shy, quiet, tasteless and light; This is enough to make us extremely happy. The south of the Yangtze River is no more than the North. It only blossoms in winter and spring, dotted with the scenery of nature. After the flowers are gone, although it presents a rare monotony to the World temporarily, it brings us a lot of comfort. How many years, snowflakes are in full bloom. We also get used to its habit of enjoying its beauty when flowers bloom, and appreciating its white color when flowers are heaps; We can’t help telling it about our expectations and anxiety. I was looking forward to snow, and occasionally I saw such a joke spread on the Internet: It’s almost 49 years old, and it still cannot fall down this year? Lost no shame? Don’t lose your natural face! What do you think of preserved fish! What do you think of bacon! How to mix other cured chickens and ducks in the world? At this time, it’s still zero! There are still sunny and shining every day! Who do you want to show your face? Autumn, will you go or not? Will you come in winter? Where is your partner? Reluctantly, grinding mill chirp. The whole day was cold and hot. We are all innocent. You two should confirm the relationship quickly. Give me a happy word, or let it go directly in beginning of spring! All the cooling for the purpose of not following the snow is rogues. Ha ha, this social network language is straightforward enough, implying the saying that it will not snow for years through the ages. The charm of snowflake lies in a white heart. Snowflakes are plain, precipitation is plain, white and pure. I can accompany with sunshine, wind and rain, be honest and White all my life. When without beg, open-minded really, not fame tie him down, no regrets, leisurely. When it is removed, it will remove dirt and clear water, and turn into Clear Spring. It is simple, carefree and fast, precipitates, filters, accumulates, cleans the air, moistens the Earth and sweeps the nature, leaving endless imagination for people chasing it. Xiaoxue flowers are kind-hearted, innocent and pure, and dignified fall on the eaves, branches, and grass, and even fall on the hearts of pedestrians. People like Snowflake, its crystal clear, its white and flawless, its sacred and pure, and its calm and calm. Snowflake, let people accept its baptism, let people feel its heart, her white, thousands of times, love it, and always think about owning it. Recalling this snowflake world, the pure white unity that is rare to see in a year, the endless leisure and peace, will always look forward to its arrival in the cold winter lunar December and the end of the year and the beginning of the year, I am always chanting the old saying in my heart that it will not snow but not last years, and I want to extend my love with snow to my heart. 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…

Sorrow percents

Looking forward to a performance of fireworks and making a vow to laugh out the spring breeze. I have seen the blue smoke and looked at it for thousands of years. I was blamed for being in danger and waiting for leisure. I missed the first inscription (1) I sighed lightly. I missed the time when flowers bloom. I like red and green, and I am paranoid about all the beautiful emotions, all will start from here. I always believe that I am full of passion and innocence in my heart. Even in a plain day, I will have a variety of amorous feelings because of the existence of these two colors. I chose to come to this world on the day of beginning of winter. My mother said that it was very cold on the day of birth. A large number of snowflakes went through the dim clouds and fell slowly without any sound. Unconsciously, the Earth was already pale. On that day, the season was cold, while my mother’s arms were warm. Just as the human feelings in this world are warm and cold, I have tasted it in two or ten years. Because of my health, I have always been afraid of the cold, so I often hope that the northeast city I live in can also become spring all the year round. I don’t know when to start, I like to make a cup of hot tea, standing in the warm room, quietly watching the falling snowflakes outside the window. This kind of scene always evokes the past, happy or painful. (Ii) looking back, wasting the dawn, I use time to recall and forget. The encounters between people are always very subtle, and there is a long way to go. I will meet many people and Miss many people. We met in the crowd, but we still couldn’t escape the fate of separation. Some people have known each other before, but once they separate, they will never have any contact. Even if we met again, we just passed by, and we couldn’t even change each other’s names. I traveled through thousands of rivers and mountains, but only to pass you. I forgot to ask you, can you remember that year? My mood murmured and murmured in my memory. I only saw the beginning, but could not guess the ending. I think friendship is indeed a thing that can hardly stand waiting. When it fades and breaks down, it will gradually be forgotten. Standing at the ferry of time, we are still unprepared. In the end, the long road was still going alone. How could you say that you are not alone or lonely? I don’t know what is waiting for me in the depth of this road. (3) waving the sword and cutting off the lingering loneliness last autumn, I picked a few leaves and put them in the book at hand. When I was reading the book that day, I accidentally found that the leaves were still lying quietly in the same place. I forgot where I saw such a sentence: Loneliness is a carnival of one person. Time is indeed a very subtle thing, which always makes some inexplicable moved and collides with the unspeakable loneliness in the deep heart. The face in the mirror is very stubborn and calm. Love is on the left, but love is on the right. I like the feeling of walking alone, looking at the yellow leaves falling down all over the ground indifferently, the cold smoke and grass are declining, which is sentimental to hurt myself. I like to treasure those things full of classical elements, such as covers, cards or just a very old stamp, as if I came from a long time ago and still obsessed with the flavor of primitive simplicity and thick. Shopping, reading, writing, playing the piano, don’t care to finish it alone. Life needs to be enjoyed, and everyone also needs to seek a space alone. I believe that one day I will become a woman full of poetic feelings. (4) string, the elegan wind that has been singing for a lifetime is very strong, blowing the strand of hair in front of the forehead, so natural. At the age of twenty, he began to think about something that he had never thought before, and began to laugh with a group of friends of the same age that he had joined the ranks of the 30th. I don’t know where I will belong and who I will die. I can’t wear it on the other side of the world. Every minute, every moment, every moment, there will be different pictures playing and replaying in my mind constantly. Sometimes I listen to some old songs, trying to use others’ voices to change back the light and shadow in my memory. Read the sentences written by Cang yangjiatuo to feel the warmth and delicacy of this alien man, which made him addicted to the large stretch of love behind him and unwilling to wake up. Imagine that you can love once without scruple, even if it is just a time when flowers bloom, even if there is an abyss beyond redemption under your feet. The daffodils wanted to go to carp, and there were many tears in the Lotus red overnight. Stay in the cold night of the blue sea, shed tears for someone. The road of life is always very hard. Time goes by. This road may be long or short. It is so long that I can’t recall the fleeting time. Very short very short, short track Too Late Goodbye. Postscript: In my dream, I am beautiful with flowers. I hope that when I wake up, I can still write down: Treasure, years. On November 13th, 2010, Zan (prose editor: Ink drops into wounds) the snow vanished in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

One-stage

Once, I saw a five-year-old child on the train, playing the game of beating ghosts with a mobile phone. He was concentrated and excited, and his small emotions followed the dynamics of the game, shi Chi, song, smile, sigh and change on facial makeup. I watched it foolishly. He played really. All of a sudden, a little worry was put on my mind. I was very worried that a few years later, children’s natural childlike interest and children’s play would be changed, and even disappeared, instead, those bizarre cartoons in movies and movies and the Magic horror games on the Internet may even lose the remaining childlike innocence in their hearts, while getting into children’s fun children’s play which does not belong to natural initiation, he acts as a teacher of children to guide or enrich the virtual world of children without innocence, and changes with the changes of children. Children’s innocence comes from natural childlike fun. Childlike interest is the adorable meaning of childlike innocence, that is, children’s initial feelings and interests come from curiosity about the surrounding figures. Children’s play is the result of children’s fun, which comes from imitating and fiddling with the surrounding characters’ scenery. The curiosity of childlike innocence is to be satisfied by seeing the truth and getting a clear understanding, and then to be filled with innocent happiness. There is a distinction between children’s play and group play. Young children are mostly playing, and they like group play when they are older, which is a scene of fighting and making troubles. Children’s Fun exists in children’s emotions, and children’s play is mostly in children’s dynamics. I can’t tell whether it can be explained like this in the future, because playing games with computers and smart phones is really a kind of playing method. Fables, myths and some story books compiled for children are called children’s books, which are also called comic books in our childhood. Because there was no universal TV, no home computer and no internet at that time, there were no cartoons at the social level. Even if there were cartoons and movies, it was impossible for ordinary children to see them. Children’s books and comic books, as the name implies, are calligraphy and painting for children to read. They are books printed with animal, character, scenery and other form pictures with simplified words on the pages, one page after another, there is also a story, whose significance is to know and educate childlike innocence through nature, magic and characters’ image vision, so that children can gradually understand human beings, nature and their phenomena. What young children see is like animal play, weather changes of snow, rain and storm, sky changes of sun and moon Constellation. As they grow up, there will be more fables gradually, the readers of myth accidents and ancient poems. Fortunately, those comic books we saw when we were young were not deliberately weird. Nowadays, there are some Cartoons and Games deliberately made up, which have bizarre images, which reveal that gods are more gods, demons are more demons, demons are more demons, ghosts are more ghosts, and divine power is infinite, the Magic Power is incomparable, the demon power is boundless, and the ghost power is boundless. The resurrection of zombies, the horrors of Ghosts, The Wars of gods and demons, the enchanting and colorful fans, bring children into the fairyland of gods, the world of demons, the beds of demons, the secluded places of ghosts, let the killing sound of gods, demons, demons and ghosts hang over the young hearts, or simply expose the weathering and sexual desire to confuse the innocent childlike innocence. It is not surprising that some people say that many children’s early maturity is related to this. Can the childlike fun thought out by one person, some people or a group of people really cover and change the childlike fun of all children? Does science really want children to be enclosed in rooms and on TV, computers, mobile phones and other network devices! Is this human sorrow or human civilization? I am very at a loss, it is hard to say Qingming. If natural selection is applied, the forest law of survival of the fittest is logical, then there are more bizarre and incomparably seductive things deliberately created, and children can continue to play one after another, there must be a day to change the natural attribute of children’s fun and children’s play until the final extinction. Moreover, nowadays many children, even many young men and women, have been obsessed with those bizarre games. Such a survival of the fittest, I don’t know what children will look like in the future, whether they will become solitary, gambling-addicted, aggressive, infatuated, arrogant, narrow-minded and violent people, or play as a lone hero, a strange person, a strange talent, a fantasy. Now the conditions are good, many people are willing to lock their little children under their eyes. Unlike those of us, what parents want most is to let us out earlier, no matter how crazy we are, no matter we are upset or wild, try not to let us disturb their work. Maybe there are too many unsafe factors now, for fear of bringing disaster; Maybe now eugenics make people expensive, for fear of being lost; Maybe now everyone likes game intelligence, for fear of delaying development. Anyway, there are many possibilities that children cannot be free and go to the wild together. However, we do not know that some personality characteristics, such as bravery, tenacity, determination and generosity, are formed through the process of natural play. If children can’t play naturally, those designers will be blamed. Regardless of developing children’s intelligence and potential, or taking good care of the business opportunities that children are obsessed with, the differences of individuality cannot be copied and imitated with the same wisdom, bizarre images are bound to subvert children’s hearts. I have some whimsy about whether I can weave real and visual things into experience games, that is, under the guidance of online film and television animation and games, let children experience reality more in nature, experience imitation, Experience Curiosity and realize satisfaction, which makes children’s childlike connotation more vivid and children’s play forms more scientific. However, it is necessary to prevent children from jumping off buildings by flying eaves and walls, flying in the air and driving fog, put an end to mystique and talking about mystique. Let children come to the Palace to pick the moon. Put an end to the emptiness and Mystique. Let children explore ghosts and find gods. I really hope that children can have funny children to play with, really get close to grains and natural colors, and also let children have normal eyesight without being radiated too early, wear glasses that look wise. Whether kindergartens and primary schools can set up classes that allow children to play together and freely, so that children’s natural play will not be blocked and deprived, but will be framed in the opinions or designs of adults. If the primary school can also organize summer camp, camping and other outdoor activities to let children experience the survival and fun in the wild, it is really a very meaningful thing. Without natural childlike fun, what is lost must be natural childlike innocence. The first issue of childlike fun, can you let childlike remain! 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…

Kick It

Old people learned Russian when they went to school. Although they had learned some English, they had already forgotten it. Recently, I suddenly thought of an English word try, which means kicking when translated into Chinese, right? Kicking seems to mean trying, trying, and experimenting. Old people like this kick word very much. The old didn’t turn on the computer until. Some of them have not learned the pinyin of modern Chinese, or the pinyin method of Bobo Mofo in the past. How can I surf the internet in this way. Supposed to, kick! Hang the pinyin syllables in the dictionary on the wall, type a word and spell it once. I ‘ve been kicking for a month, OK, basically know pinyin. It’s time to write an article. At first, I couldn’t even save it. I often typed three to five thousand words and it disappeared.? Still have to kick! Learn from your child and try it yourself. Kick again. I can’t post, follow, stick pictures, go to QQ, chat, send text messages or kick, all of which let me kick. I don’t know how to use software to sort out and compose pictures, but I also need to kick. This question picture is what I use software to compose my own photos and landscape photos. It’s okay, isn’t it? I think a lot of things have to be kicked. For example, the Chinese table tennis team. If you always win the championship, the International Table Tennis Federation will force you to kick it. If the ball is changed into a big ball, inorganic glue must be used to stick the racket without blocking the serve. The Olympic Games will strictly limit the number of participants, etc, which Chinese table tennis team can’t kick! However, the champion is still Chinese. So, kick, you have to kick. You can’t kick others, you can only kick yourself. Generally speaking, China is now carrying out unprecedented kick. Anti-corruption, Fighting Tigers, shooting flies, manned satellite moon landing ball, medical and health reform, household registration system reform, establishment of official property declaration system, South-to-north water diversion, etc. This kind of kick will win the long-term stability of China, the unprecedented improvement of China’s international status, and the good days for common people to live and work in peace and contentment. However, we say that kicking is to be built on the track of legal system. Kicking, blindly kicking, disorderly kicking and kicking without moral bottom line will surely kick yourself out of the historical stage, it was cast aside by history. For example, a literary website that was banned two years ago attempted to use the so-called unconventional kick, that is, to spread obscenity secretly in the name of literature and attract attention by selling passionate novels, his job by 7 million yuan profiteering, police in basic find out of this company’s organizational structure and profit model, task force dispatched more than 50 police, split three-way, respectively of the company resident, server location, the targets such as the residence of the legal representative carried out comprehensive control, successfully arrested more than 10 suspects, seized a batch of objects involved in the case, and killed the criminal gang suspected of spreading obscene information on the Internet at one stroke. This is the kick that breaks the law and discipline, and this is the kick that is Lawless! I believe that each of our law-abiding literature lovers will constantly kick new achievements and create a new world of their own on the right track! Kick, kick! 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…

Home

I talked with my friends occasionally, and somehow I went to my hometown. He said that he would take his family back to his hometown when he was free on weekends, and opened the open space in front of his house into a vegetable field. Not for eating food, but for the mood of going home. If you want to eat food, the oil money for driving home is not enough. Now every time I go back, I will go to the vegetable field to serve and let the children play freely in the village. It feels good. We talked about our parents. He said that in that year, when his mother was absent, he did not dare to go home for a long time, but when he returned, he tried to wait until the night fell down. Once he came back earlier, he met an elder of his family who asked him to go home for dinner. At that time, he couldn’t help sobbing. He said that when his parents were there, it was going home. If my parents are not here, that is my hometown! When I said this, I still felt sad. I can understand his mood. According to his current conditions, as a leader of a state-owned enterprise, this interest would not be taken seriously at all. And the reason why he did this was to get back the feeling of going home. Yes, go home. The place where I once lived changed gradually with the superposition of years. My childhood playmates ran away from each other. The Green Years of my childhood were now covered with frost and temples. I didn’t hear the sweet voice of my mother’s son, nor did I see my father’s hard-working back. And where is the full green countryside? Where is the stream at the bottom? Now they are all in the bag of memory, and what haunts my mind is the faint homesickness in the deep memory. People are always old-fashioned. No, to be exact, what people love is the past, the emotion and growth which have been branded in the marrow along the way. I am also a person whose parents have passed away. The sadness that I couldn’t help myself after my relatives left once wrapped me so tightly that I didn’t dare to touch anything related to my parents, especially the days when my mother just left, I dare not to be alone easily, because when I am alone, I will burst into tears because I recall my mother. Even if I think of today many years later, I am still full of Qi Qing. My mother went early, so my father couldn’t take care of himself before his mother died. More than ten years of inseparable care have made our brothers and sisters get together almost every day. Sometimes there are contradictions and we feel tired. But the interdependence with father as the core in the stumbling makes our kinship closer. At that time, what I talked about was: go home. Although we each have a home. After father left, our common family really broke up. Although brothers and sisters still walk around frequently, what they say is: go to brother’s (sister’s) home, but not go home! If the parent’s home is compared to the center of the circle, then the children are the circles rotating around the center of the circle. Regardless of the radius, the center of the circle is always concerned. After more than ten years, my father followed my mother and went back to my hometown. From the moment the tomb rose, my hometown became my hometown. The wooden doors and windows of the quiet village courtyard built by bricks were full of the world of mortals, and the old locks of years were mottled with time. The old house’s aging is reflected by the exotic Locust embracing the rough sky. The spider net of the rafter Eaves is embroidered with broken wool, and the old breath fills the sleeves. My mother’s Rice seemed faint, and my father on the Imperial chair seemed to have just left. From then on, my parents were not seen in my hometown, and I was already a wandering Wanderer when I went back. 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…

Go

Go! My friend in the old days, I think, is the best name for love other than relatives. It does not have the fetters of regional races or the focal length of poverty and wealth, there is no scale of appearance, but pure kindness. However, such a photo appeared frequently on the internet. Two people with smiles stood opposite each other. One of them held the hand of the person in front of him with smiles all over his face, but the other hand held a sharp knife and stabbed it on the back of the person in front of him. This photo has been forwarded for many times. I think this is a question worth pondering. This Photo enlarges the pseudo kindness in modern society and exposes another definition of friends, it sounded the alarm of trust. Once upon a time, you were my only friend, what an explicit contrast in the projection of this photo! After all, the only thing that sounds like a lie. What makes friends in this prosperous and prosperous country become overdressed, and only in front of interests can they be well-dressed and arrogant? I think it is the greed in everyone’s heart! If everyone was satisfied and accompanied by friends in his heart, how could there be such a low-minded sorrow and treacherous pride. Of course, I am not listed outside. My greed in my heart is shaking my friends. When I am lonely and no one is accompanying me, I am also complaining about my friends’ indifference and that my friends are only suffering, when I feel painful and hurt, I will remember my friend. When I am happy and happy, I always shut the door. I give my unwillingness to complain to another friend. My friend said: don’t ask too much for friends. Friends are in equal positions. Today, when I am free, I read the circle of friends on WeChat. A friend said that his boyfriend’s birth year is coming, and his birthday is coming. He sent a blessing for 2016, A friend shared a connection and said that he wanted a yard to live a simple life. One of the friends said this sentence: Don’t talk about classmates who don’t contact for a long time, because I will be annoyed. The person who said this was my best friend when I was a student. Because of life, we went to different places so that we had less contact and greetings, which made time unconsciously strange. Our past was as sticky as paint. Looking at her head and the words beside her, I was speechless and suddenly realized that although the Earth was round, time messed up our coordinates in life. The Four Seasons remain the same, the month is the same, but the scenery is different in different years. Everything around me is updating again and again. Only my emotions are standing still and still staying in the old days, waiting naively for the warmth of friends in the past and bathing in the present emotions. Now I just want to say to myself, let’s go! Old days of I ,, think about other day complaint in my, heart block hungry, own to naive told a joke. I think what I complain about is that I can’t find the feeling of being bored with friends, a nostalgia for youth, a criticism for the current situation, this may be my excessive greed and selfishness for my friends. Once upon a time, I believed that it was time to wash away my self-righteous warmth when my friends ignored me. With his selfishness, he charged his friends with undeserved charges. After forgetting to go their own ways, new people will be added around my friends. You have your life, and friends also have their lives. Friends are not left and right hands, and they listen to you all the time. Friends are just like a cup of tea, tasting it in leisure time, like their own makeup, no matter how busy they are, don’t be left out, like a pair of shoes, they can’t be reluctant if they are not fit, so called making friends, good teachers and friends. For friends, recognize them with the greatest tolerance, and don’t evolve into a state of “one country, two systems” because of your own selfish desires. However, the only thing that can’t be diluted in the friendship of friends is kindness, because Mark Twain said: kindness is a universal language, which can be seen by the blind and smelled by the deaf. Time is changing, reality is changing, friends are here, how can I let myself fall into the team! 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…

Postscript

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Pen

Once writing was an unreachable thing for I am, maybe I am a nostalgic person who was easily moved by the emotion, scenery and friendship in life. There is always a bit of inner affection suppressed in my heart, which makes me spit out my heart and give myself a comfort. The deeper things in my impression are lingering in my mind, and some feelings in my life are intertwined in my heart. I hope to use ink pen to flow the feelings in seclusion in my heart out of my heart, and use words to outline and retain beautiful things, therefore, there was a desire to write an appeal. In the spare time of the army, I liked to write and draw. The book was written in a small and messy space, which made it difficult to write an article with complete structure. The emotions engraved in my heart, the things I want to narrate, the sincere and stirring voices, these words with pen in my heart and unable to write the words I want to express are also very painful things. Once the army cultivated and expanded the propaganda and reporting team, and held the writing training class for amateur reporters. At that time, I was very lucky to be recommended by the company to participate in the training. I was a senior propaganda officer who taught us. On the platform, he was clear in organization and unique in insight. His explanation of words was from shallow to deep, profound and vivid, profound and wonderful, full of economics, which triggered the shock of soul and gave people the appeal of thought. It also makes people know the book and understand the truth, benefit from reading and writing for a lifetime, increase knowledge, have the charm and openness of ink and calligraphy, and understand the charm of literature and art. He himself is a propagandist who deals with words. He has been collecting and writing news reports and publishing some articles in famous newspapers and magazines both inside and outside the army for a long time. After several days of class teaching, the following period of time is writing practice. Every other week, we must write a manuscript to the cultural activity center for discussion and communication, and let him comment and guide the manuscript. I am full of excitement, looking forward to the ideal and desire of carving life with ink pen. In the ordinary life, there are many singing and crying movements and many seemingly tiny but touching moments. Pour the beautiful things and words from the bottom of my heart with ink on the tip of the pen, and jump on the paper with the trace of fragrant life, giving off a vivid breath, wandering in people’s hearts, what a beautiful thing it was. After the training, I persisted in writing the manuscript, but when I threw it out, it was a stone sinking into the sea and disappeared. I persisted for a long time. A brief report of mine was published in the military region’s war flag newspaper. I was excited to see my heart in the newspaper for the first time, at that time, it was the dream of many reporters to be named “War Flag. Later, an Army went out to construct optical cable for nearly two months. Chongqing was a mountainous terrain, and a long and deep tunnel was needed to be dug to bury the optical cable. The route passes through different complex landforms such as farmland, roads, mountains, grasslands, streets in cities and towns, etc. There are many hard stones which need steel diamonds and sledgehammer to flap first. One day, from early digging to the black comrades, they were exhausted, and their physical strength was exhausted, sometimes the task is difficult to send the assault team to work overtime until midnight, and continue with the belief of persistence. The May Day, which had entered the early summer, was approaching urgently. The sweat drenched through the back of the clothes every day. Sometimes it was too late to wash and change, and I was too tired to care about these. I wore clothes for many days, after drying, there was a layer of white sweat in addition to mud stains. A few days later, the Army decided to set up the internal publication of “construction brief” to cheer up the spirit, boost the morale, publicize the moving deeds of advanced typical and reflect the style and features of the Army construction. One night, in their view, the two chief officers of the company called several people who were interested in writing and said emotionally: Write down everyone’s hard work and mental outlook!, look forward to our efforts, look forward to our earnest words, and hope. When the construction was dark, I went back to the campsite. There was not much time for rest and adjustment. The troops were not allowed to turn on the lights after going to bed late. It was very sweet for everyone to sleep after a day of hard work. I lay back on the bed with a flashlight and started writing. After finishing it, I didn’t notice that it was almost midnight. I stopped to close my sleepy eyes and fell asleep soon. The sound of the beeping whistle woke up my dream that I hadn’t woken up, and the day when I got up and dug with a hammer and spade began again. Sometimes my comrade-in-arms didn’t let me go to the construction for half a day, saying that they would give me time to write manuscripts. Besides touching me, my comrade-in-arms felt more stressful. Two of them were submitted to the Journal in construction brief, one of which was based on a typical character and the other was based on war friendship on the construction site, this could be regarded as making people and things around him appear in the newspaper, making a weak contribution to the advanced models emerging in the publicity and reporting, and the pressure in my heart was relieved. At the end of 2002, after retiring from the Army, he said goodbye to the life of eating imperial food and returned to the social environment. At this time, the pressure of livelihood, the dilemma and bitterness of life, facing new life issues such as the severe employment, getting married and getting married, etc. I am sad, anxious and expecting, wandering in my future life, and it is difficult for me to calm down and think about the articles and brush my pen. I haven’t written an article for many years halfway, it has become an empty shell floating in my mind, but I have never given up the love and desire of words in my heart. Now I am happy to pursue this wish, and reading and writing seems to be my greatest hobby, words sprouted and rooted in my heart, breeding deep feelings! As August 1st approached in 2013, the company organized veterans to hold a symposium. I suddenly saw “base communication” in the workshop office. At that time, I wanted to take the care of the company as a theme to write a contribution. After this contribution was adopted by the journal, I submitted several more articles. At the year-end conference, the company gave me great encouragement with active contributors. The encouragement of the company was like a warm force which boosted my passion for writing! Later, I submitted my works on the literature website and published my own works. In 2014, the 15th anniversary of the celebration of the red sleeve Tianxiang literature website, the work I participated in was awarded the first prize. Every time I use the pen tip to spit out ink with my heart, which is the matter in my memory, the moving person, and which kind of unforgettable feelings, and burn it into a flesh-and-blood text on the paper, with the pleasure of waving my body, I was in high spirits, and finally let go of my boiling voice with words. Writers said that finishing a book was like giving birth to a child, while I felt the same when I finished an article. Writer! This word is a well-deserved soul artist with profound knowledge in my heart and amazing literary talent. At best, I am just a hobby and spiritual sustenance! Ink dyed the fragrance of paper, words relieved my mind, bypassed all things in the world of mortals, the erosion of social flashy and restless, the entanglement of materialistic desires, and the complicated confusion. With a simple, elegant and quiet heart, walking in the words to appreciate the purity and joy of life and the peaceful and quiet beauty in indifference. For example, if the Buddha sits in the Lotus heart, and the lotus flowers that are out of the dirt but not dyed, even if they are in the filthy place, they will present a beautiful and holy soul. The graceful lotus leaves the water in the autumn color, and the Lotus is as good, with a cool and graceful look! Although my writing level is very superficial, my hot emotions, the willingness to write, and the call of singing in my heart make me boldly start writing to try. I don’t have the desire of greed and extravagance of fame and wealth. Doing what I like is always full of happiness. The works of ink and wash with ripples of emotion are floating in the words to give off Eternal Fragrance, use words to interpret my brilliance. Using ink pen to express the feelings of life and leaving the footprints of life is one of my thoughts: Writing to remember the unforgettable years and solidifying the beautiful past into eternal memories; Writing to give me warmth and care, people and things who are thankful; I want to put the bitter journey and the happy old face into the sweetness of today; I want to put a seal on the feelings that creep in my heart, to express what my soul wants to say. Let the life passed by not be washed by time and space, and not go by time! Wen/kouxin, January 6, 2015, QQ2567067282 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…

Moved

In the cold night, fickleness and sadness came to my heart again. I didn’t know what happened. I recalled all kinds of things in the past instantly, happy, sad, like, dislike, maybe at a certain age, I couldn’t live the life I wanted, so I suddenly wanted to go back to the past. I look like I don’t look forward to anything. Time flies so fast. It has been a year since my grandfather left in a flash. This year seems to disappear. I seem to live all the time. I missed the happy appearance at the dinner table when I lived in a family of seven, the coarse tea and light rice look like the delicacies of mountains and seas. The glittering fat meat will always present in front of grandpa like a beautiful scenery. I miss the way my grandpa waited for the CCTV news when the sunset went down. I miss the rice candy my grandpa put into my schoolbag when I was in high school. I miss Grandpa sitting on the chair again and again counting pieces of neatly worn RMB. I miss Grandpa’s returning home with a bag of fragmentary things in heavy snow and pouring out all the treasures. Look, these are all eaten in the hall. I put them in my pocket when they don’t pay attention to them, then you divide them one by one. I miss the day when my younger brother sat under the sunflower with a small bench and took grandpa to take photos, and the smile was so sweet. I miss the way Grandpa asked the time again and again after his memory was blurred. I miss my grandpa wearing the new shoes bought by my younger sister, and I spend half a year wearing them. I miss the way grandpa loves old cats, and now old cats are no longer there, the last time I went home, I heard from ao Ma that the old cat was old and was crushed to death by a car when crossing the road. My younger brother also buried the old cat with the neighbor’s little boy. I heard it at that time, but I was still sad for a long time. That was my grandfather’s favorite old cat. Now it has gone with him. All of a sudden, I seem to have endless nostalgia and endless yearning. All these imitations of Buddha happened in yesterday. Time can’t go back, and can’t go back to yesterday. I have stumbled over these years. Time has taught me to cherish, it taught me kindness and gratitude. There are fewer and fewer important people, and those who stay are more and more important. When I was most helpless and hesitant, I always thought of my family. The Loneliness of this year seemed to be lower than that of twenty-three years, and I couldn’t breathe. I always want to surround my family, like a lost child. I always want to listen to some mother AO’s broken thoughts and the way she treats me as a child, which makes me feel particularly kind. It seems that I was born to be trained, but I deeply like it. I like to see Aunt AO’s happy appearance and her love for us. Poor corns are put in the refrigerator for a season, saying that they are waiting for us to go home to eat the smell at home, all I heard was touched. And the poor wild lychee gradually turned from red to black. When I went back, there was only a body left. Ao Ma always thought of us, but often forgot herself, I often saw her sleeping on the sofa with the TV on. I woke her up loudly. I asked her why she still didn’t go to sleep. She said that she could go to sleep peacefully until my father came back, suddenly I felt very sad. I couldn’t say why I couldn’t do anything about it. I didn’t like it, but I couldn’t find the way to my vision.. 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…

Quiet

The peaceful kingdom was broken because of abundant people, abundant materials and greed. The scale of exploitation began from Nuwa to supplement the heaven for the people, Shennong to plant grains for the people, to Adam, the ancestor, to touch the ring and reproduce, noah’s Ark saved the people. The whole kingdom was quiet inside, fighting against natural disasters. And this kind of tranquility would soon be broken. At that time, the sky was open, the sacred glory is projected, and people are happy. Quiet Kingdom, who else will come? It’s him, it’s the devil, the devil comes, the Devil points to all the kingdoms and says to the Holy, follow me, all the creatures will rule for you, and the ministers will be destroyed; Xia Jie comes, take people as riding, shoot people for fun, pour wine to the forest, and abuse loyalty and goodness; Dirty blood spills all the way, and Bi Gan’s heart falls on the ground. Who else’s flesh and blood turns into black smoke, twisted and rising, overwhelming, people are not happy. The tranquil kingdom just woke up in the refreshing morning, and heard the crisp birdsong from the green shade outside. But by accident, the old ashes on the table had been washed by clean water, surrounded by green shade, the blue mist was filled, and the Earth was quiet. No matter how rivers and blood flow, they were all slow and silent. Peace was broken in this way, burnt by the fire of monsters, demons, demons, demons, monsters, monsters, ghosts, snakes and gods. The temperature of degree was also the temperature of Tudu. The silk was burning with gradually warm breath and quiet blood, the tranquil water is going to boil. What is burning is not firewood, but my blood and youth, the flesh, bones and the life of prime age. The cannon of King Zhou of Shang, the stink and smoke of human flesh; Joan of Arc kidnapped on the long ladder, the dripping oil and smoke of God’s flesh; The Tigris River in the Euphrates River only remembered cheese and sesame oil, now there are thick smoke columns everywhere, no, no, not imitating someone’s light columns; Oh my God, a magical light column appears in dreams, in dizziness, and not far away; hell and Heaven. I know this, and I write this, so peace comes back gradually. Satan is like the hot air in the water, drifting away sadly; The speed of my blood slows down; The false fire gradually goes out, yi Tai came back, Shennong came back, Jesus came back. The Earth is quiet and the sky is boundless and clear. Peaceful kingdom, I am here. 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…