Snow

This year’s snow finally fell down. It was the first and possibly the only snow this year. Last year had not snow. However, I did not have the surprise of the past at all, although I wrote in the winter of last year and this year respectively: looking forward to a snow. Perhaps all the things that can be expected in life will not surprise people, and it will follow the course, and everyone will be welcomed! This year’s snow, in the WeChat circle of friends half a month ago, friends had already issued a notice. Looking at Tencent news a few days ago, many people were afraid that the snow would be too heavy, news of looting vegetables in supermarkets (of course, this can only appear in the city with dense forests, which has nothing to do with my countryside). All these so-called things are attributed to the development of science and technology nowadays. According to the weather forecast, yesterday, it should be heavy snow in Miluo area, but today it is as heavy as heavy snow. The weather forecast can broadcast the temperature and snow in these days, but the amount of snow is still not accurately predicted. At best, this snow is just a small and medium-sized snow. Snow, just passing for a short time, gently came to the world where I was. Snow, I am like it very much, I never want to deny it. In my opinion, snow is the best gift given by God-the most beautiful gift. The rising snow and the free snow have always been regarded as the most spiritual thing in the world by me. The standard six petals are crystal clear, like the purest fairy in the sky. Such immortals are increasingly rare in today’s South of the Yangtze River. I am very jealous of my friends in the north. They can walk freely in the snow and shout loudly (it would be good if it would not cause avalanche), kiss, Whisper, lingering, love with snow for a long time, like a close lover who has been together for a long time. Snow is coming, and it is warm and soft. Early in the morning, at dawn, I got a glimpse of the white snow squeezing in the curtain of the big French window, which was the snow on the roof of the opposite house separated by more than ten Zhang. Take out the glasses and put them on, you can clearly see snowflakes flying like butterflies. Ten-year-old Yu’er couldn’t wait for the dawn, so she put on the clothes a few times and rushed downstairs a few steps. After a while, I held a handful of snow with both hands, pointing to my mother excitedly in a low voice! Mom! It was white on the roof, on the orange trees and in the fields. You see, this is the snow I dug from the laundry table. It seemed that Yu had already patrolled the front and back of the house early in the morning. Looking at Yu’s frozen red cheeks and excited expression, I told him not to play too long to see if grandpa got up? If you get up and raise the fire, go to warm it. He answered and went downstairs carefully. When Jun woke up, we got up slowly, and it was nearly eight o’clock. When I went downstairs, I saw that the world was indeed as white as Yu said, and there was a vast expanse of white on the roof; The veins of orange trees were dotted with idle white clouds; On the woodpile of my eunuch, where on the neighbor’s wall is not filled with snow? The snow is still flying, but it is a pity that it is much smaller. At this time, the snow is like thousands of fine flower needles dancing lightly over the head. The snow on the cement floor was slowly melting. As soon as my feet stepped on it, the snow and water splashed together, and the corner of the eaves of my mother-in-law’s old house was dripping frequently. The neighbors had already started to visit the door, and the Woodhouse of the mother-in-law’s house was already full of voices. For me, such snow is a big disappointment. If you want to have a snowball fight and make snowmen, the amount of the thin snow in this corner is far from enough. However, this does not affect the interest of the two little guys in playing in the snow. Is it true that all children in the world are born to have snowball fights? I am sure that the handsome man who just reached three years old this year should have seen snow for the first time since he could speak without restriction. He crouched down, grabbed a lump of snow in his hand and called his brother. Did his brother have any reason not to fight back? The war had already started over and over again. Laughed and laughed! Jumped! They looked for snow sources that could fight, and their positions were moved from their own homes to their neighbors. Looking at the smiling faces of my sons, I felt inexplicable sadness in my heart. Judging from the frequency of snow in recent years, if things go on like this, it is unknown how many times they will see this holy snow in their hometown in the future. Back to thirty years ago, I remembered the thick snow with knees deep. My friends and I rolled snowballs, made snowmen, rolled our feet into legs and walked out of the long tire marks of the truck step by step, skiing on steep slopes and skating have been passing through my mind. Up to now, except for such a magical scene in that year of ice disaster, the snow has become more and more rare in recent years. I am looking forward to snow, and I am eager to have a hearty snow every year, instead of either being surprisingly cold, giving you a unprepared ice disaster; Or, snow, it simply won’t let you see its back. Later, the sons were tired of playing, especially the handsome clothes were too thick, and they stumbled and got dirty on the trousers and clothes. When returning to the fire, they were reprimanded by their father. I went back to his father. The snow was so hard to come. Let them go crazy happily this time! Isn’t it just changing wet clothes and taking a bath? How many childhood does life have? The snow fell gently, gently across the world of this winter. In fact, I don’t need to be sad or sad. At least, it came as promised this year, which made me not wait for such a scene. Next year, I look forward to waiting for such a more gentle snow. 2016-01-22 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. 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Walk in

Every cold day, I would try my best to recall the summer, but I couldn’t remember what it was like to be hot. It seemed that I had never been hot in my whole life. At that time, I missed the warmth very much, and even felt that the hot sun was once a luxury enjoyment. I needed to walk around to keep warm. Once I stopped, I wanted to shake. I couldn’t help shaking. It seemed that the cold could shake off when I stuck to my body. Over the years, along this road, I have gone through winter and summer once again. I think the trees on both sides of this road are sad because they are already numb, the rough skin could not feel the change of temperature in four seasons, otherwise, the cold winter had arrived, why did his leaves still keep the spring in full? Although it is cold, fortunately, I can still tell the coming and going of spring and autumn! There were very few people on the road, which added a little coolness. I don’t know where the old man who often talked with me about the Cultural Revolution went. He should not have the habit of hibernating! I wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes, but found that the shop owner had closed the door early, there was no light inside the door, and the cold shadow was burning. The only pity was that the street lamp took a picture and walked with me. There was a feeling of raising a toast to invite the bright moon to make the picture become a loneliness for three people. 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…

My

The back of the writer Lu Yao went further and further with his writing “starting from noon in the morning”, and the time was fixed forever on November 17th, 1992. On that day, there was no longer yellow sky and thick soil on the land of northern Shaanxi, But snowflakes fluttering, white blank, and the sky looked very dignified, as if sending the last elegan for his leaving. The first time to meet Lu Yao was due to a magazine called Girl, which published Lu Yao’s essay “starting from noon” specially written for his brother Wang Tianle. Maybe out of curiosity at that time, I tried to read it. What I didn’t expect was that I finished reading it at one time. Unfortunately, it was serialized, so I didn’t finish it in a real sense. Later, I went to Xinhua bookstore to get the complete works, and it took three nights to get a complete ending. I remember the scene at that time was: Tears filled in my eyes, and I was happy with it. Yes, I didn’t know who Lu Yao was before, and I had never read any of his words. It was “girl” magazine that made me know Lu Yao, and I loved Lu Yao since then. In his short life, Lu Yao created a long novel, several novellas and the essays mentioned above. Lu Yao’s only long “Ordinary World” won China Mao Dun Award, ranking first in the year. “Life” was counted in several novellas, which not only won the prize, but also caused great shock throughout the country with the adaptation and shooting of the novel of the same name, which might not even be thought of by Lu Yao himself. But Lu Yao, who was always low-key in the world, was not intoxicated. He faced it as a sober person. In his own words, everything had passed and I should start again. Yes, just when he set sail with confidence and full of desire, wind and rain suddenly rose in the sky. He fell ill and never stood up. Wow, the loss of Lu Yao, the loess wail! When it comes to Lu Yao, my heart will feel painful and bleeding. Yes, I have been touched by Lu Yao from his acquaintance to his leaving the world, among them, the reason was that he was moved by reading his words, and the more direct reason was his personality charm and deep affection. As we all know, Lu Yao was born in a poor family, and his family was really as poor as a wash. In addition, there were many brothers and sisters, so he ate the last meal but never complained about it. On the contrary, taking suffering as the motive force of life, in order to be able to study, he agreed his parents to give his uncle the adoption. From then on, he left his hometown and started his study career. Because he was smart and eager to learn, his grades were always among the best until he graduated from. Just when he got the college admission notice, the Cultural Revolution began. Lu Yao, as a Red Guard, had no choice but to join it and became the army commander of the gang until he was promoted to the deputy director of the Cultural Revolution. In October of 76, the Gang of Four was smashed. He became a student in the Department of Chinese language and literature of Yanda University. Later, he started editing work and did his own creation at the same time. It can be said that Lu Yao will never forget his life course, especially the hard years in his childhood and youth. I think, without this period of time, There will be no later Lu Yao. That is to say, it was suffering that created Lu Yao who was not afraid of hardship and went upstream. In the final analysis, Lu Yao’s success came from his indomitable character. Lu Yao is great and simple at the same time, just like his creation and emotion. In life, Lu Yao is both a realist and a romantic. His love for his hometown and his brothers and sisters runs through the core of life, especially for his wife, my daughter also had the emotion of extension, which was beyond words. After he became famous and got married, the inscription he wrote to his alma mater was: Yanda, the cradle of life! The short seven words condensed the surging waves in Lu Yao’s heart. Facing his brother, he tried his best to help him get rid of poverty, and spared no effort to use relationships to solve or improve his living environment. Besides, Lu Yao, as a literary editor, tried his best to help those literary youth, recommend works, and devote his efforts to fulfill their dreams. What is more worth mentioning is that Lu Yao’s love for his wife Lin Da and his daughter Lu Ming is nothing more than love. Lu Yao knew that without the support and dedication behind Lin Da, he would not be able to go to college, nor would he have the later self, nor would Lin Da give and take care of his daughter selflessly, it is impossible for me to have time to devote myself to creation. In order to repay his wife and have a warm home for his daughter, Lu Yao decorated the house with illness. Unfortunately, Lin da didn’t stick to it until the end, The emotion that Lu Yao poured into could only flow eastward, and the situation was unbearable when people went to the empty building. For Lu Yao who was seriously ill, there was no doubt that it was a bolt from the blue, and the pillar of his life suddenly collapsed. But Lu Yao was strong. He fulfilled his promise of signing a contract with others with tenacious perseverance and finished his essay “starting from noon in the morning”. Lu Yao was kind and pitiful at the same time. He would rather sacrifice his life than live up to his promise. To be honest, I have read all the words written by Lu Yao carefully. I remember that I finished reading the book “Ordinary World” at the first time. But after reading all his works, after a comparison, I still like his essays, because in my opinion, it has more affinity. On the one hand, it may come from Lu Yao’s inner monologue, on the other hand, it may be the lack of long red tape. Therefore, when I read him, I feel that I want to be like a big brother in heart, trust each other, and do not deceive each other. Along the way, I read Lu Yao, a tall but delicate and romantic man in northern Shaanxi stood in front of me. Sometimes he was like a mountain, sometimes like a whispering Spring, which made people think for thousands of miles and couldn’t help looking back. I am willing to admit that I like Lu Yao, which is not only his plain words and character, but also his soberness and thinking as well as his lingering attachment to his hometown. Lu Yao left, but what he left was only his body. His spirit and soul didn’t leave. Not only that, but also stayed in China, a land full of sufferings forever. Every time I was in a mental crisis, the first thing I thought of was Lu Yao. As long as I read him, I would feel less haze and more comfort. I might as well say that Lu Yao’s spiritual guidance prompted me to enter my own life complex. Lu Yao once said: the sincerity from the heart and the feeling of never losing ordinary people, as well as the harvest from farming, even if there is no harvest, he will not regret it. Every time I ponder these two sentences, there is a feeling blooming in my heart. He belongs to Lu Yao and every follower of Lu Yao! 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…

Girls

The young girl’s heart, the beauty of the young girl, and the growth of the stack year after year are the manifestation of her growing up gradually, which is as fragrant as flowers, fragrant and attractive as sound. She grows up through the tender stairs, how many ups and downs, the era of keeping pace with the times changes, matures, and hurriedly passes through that year. Youth, passion, romance, time makes your years Haggard, in a flash, walk out of the school gate, stepping into a complex society, you will laugh in the sea, with childish and strange faces, but how to face and survive when you step into this society, maybe you will have many choices, choice will bring you exercise and try your adaptability. The sky is blue and white clouds are fluttering. Every minute and every second are separated with lingering personality and blood is boiling, show each other the youthful and happy years. In her childhood, she worked hard and grew up, naughty and happy under the blue sky, and her dreams and wishes were so many. The city is the complex society that you need to enter, which has been tested for a long time. It is not only her simple and plain face, but also her delicate and beautiful appearance. She sacrifices for her own career with hope and goal, if you choose one in a hundred, you will have a goal only if you have a choice. If you are valiant, the personality of your golden bull constellation, or the strong belief that you will start from the beginning after your failure, it is envious to embrace the results you have paid. The sun is new every day in the circle of time, and everything new life is spreading. When the national flag is raised in Tiananmen Square in Beijing, the spirit of singing the national anthem in your voice makes people more ambitious, imposing and majestic. The annual rings pile up your oath to the blue sky but the soil covers your soul. Looking for the feeling of lost, the wind blows through my ears, the wind blows, the heart is tied with invisible shadows, and spring still has the feeling of biting cold wind. The spring thunder rang, waking up the earth. The spring glow exudes the coming of sowing and transplanting. The Southerners sow rice while the northerners sow wheat, the warm spring breeze covered the earth with a green carpet. Diligence and wisdom were the fruits of her abundant labor. In spring, everything was a new beginning, the twigs sprout and thrive, and flowers bloom. One morning at the beginning of April, it was Drizzle. In the Tomb-Sweeping Day, a little misty rain became boundless. Holding a handful of yellow soil to cover this sad heart, I silently delivered my true words to my heart, floating in the breeze, leaving leisurely, thinking of the vicissitudes of your love and the continuous emotion, but you left a drop of tears and sadness in your heart, which also left me the pain, the pain you suffered from the disease made me feel the same. The past has become sad. The sadness that comes from the wind and goes out of the rain makes you unable to think about it quietly. Through this unforgettable period of time, you gradually become mature and grow up in the grinding. The stripes left by the wood lattice, it is so hard and straight, and the song singing in the wind is pleasant to hear. A string leaves you through the bumpy road of thriving in the wind and rain, what is left is your accumulated sinking speech and how many wasted years. The tedious you become so Haggard, the hair on your temples turns white, the face of the wheel corridor is filled with stuffing, and your face is covered with pale sky. The years are passing. She was so old that she looked like the bronze skin at dusk. The Sun left by the sunset glow on the horizon gradually disappeared on the horizon. She was once a beautiful and charming girl, and her youth was like a flower, now the years are getting older, the sun goes west, and the sky remains. It’s just that once young, cowardly, naughty, stubborn, wandering in the sea …… 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. 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Window

The scenery along the way flashed outside the window, shaking my eyes a little dizzy. I was still unwilling to give up this rare opportunity of viewing. I leaned on the car window with my arms on my cheek, staring out of the window at the beauty that was fleeting and even too late to store in my brain. Due to work, concept, economy and other reasons, I seldom go far away, let alone travel from place to place. I am also particularly fond of mountains, rivers, flowers and plants, so I have a special favorable impression on famous mountains, rivers and exotic customs. As time passes by, I am eager for a poetic journey far away from my heart. I am often obsessed with beautiful images such as the lonely smoke in the desert, the corridor bridge in the south of the Yangtze River, and the summit of snow mountains. At this moment, looking at the constantly flashing beauty outside the window, my thoughts switched between different scenes, and my dry heart got some moisture. For a scenery, you can enjoy different emotional experiences through different ways of traveling, either by being personally on the scene and carefully tasting it, or by taking a short tour and tasting it. Melt the nature, walk through the trestle bridge between the ropes, linger in front of strange flowers and plants, wander in the green mountains and rivers, not only can you appreciate the beauty of nature, get a strong visual impact, moreover, this kind of beauty mark can be engraved on the brain and internalized into the bone marrow, thus generating a state of mind of unity of human and scenery. I have always believed that flowers, plants and trees in the nature are alive. As long as you calm down, you can communicate with them spiritually. Sometimes I am fascinated by a certain place when I am drunk, and stay calm, as if I feel that I have become a grass, a tree, a mountain and a waterfall in it. Looking around like a horse, though you can’t appreciate the essence of scenery, you can get more visual enjoyment in limited time. In the fast pace of modern life, this way is more popular among young people. In the summer of, I took my child to Guangdong once. During the train journey of more than 30 hours, almost all my thoughts were on the child. Occasionally looking at the scenery outside the window, it really relieved the fatigue of the journey. Outside the window, the mountains in Chongqing are steep and steep, There is very little vegetation, which is towering to the clouds; The mountains in Hunan are magnificent, thick and gentle with gentle slopes, and the mountains are all green; The mountains in Guangxi seem to suddenly emerge from the ground, here is one, there is one isolated from each other, with dangerous peaks standing over and over. The mountain is limestone. The plants on the mountain are different in density and are in danger, just like the oil painting written by a painter. I still remember it when I think of it. Some people say: if you are tired, go out for a relaxing trip! That means a beautiful mood will be derived from the beautiful scenery. This is true. The ancients had long said that people who were close to Zhu zhichi and those who were close to ink were black. This sentence explained the truth that environment could affect people from a certain angle. When the external environment is negative to people, people’s mood will become bad; When the external environment gives people a positive influence, people’s mood will become comfortable. Therefore, getting closer to the nature and integrating into the beautiful scenery can make you happy and healthy. It is certainly a good thing to be able to go out frequently, but not everyone can get what they want. For example, I have been entangled by trivial matters in my work recently. Today and tomorrow are endless. Someone even joked: only with your strong ability can you be competent. Even this appreciation makes people laugh and cry.? You can’t complain about your unhappiness all day long. It hurts your body, right? At this time, I believe more in the truth that scenery is born from the heart. Only by adjusting my mood well can I explore the beauty around me with pleasant mood. The mood is beautiful, everything is beautiful. Sitting beside the window, the train is like a winding dragon passing through the mountains. Raindrops fell on the car window, stringing into glittering water curtains. Through the fuzzy window, everything outside the window was a little hazy and beautiful by the rain and fog. At this time, my heart is clear. Evening of 2015.7.4 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. 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And desire

I woke up at five o’clock in the morning, lying on the bed, rummaging through Tencent news and watching the news of the last two days, especially the news of finance and economics and stocks, I am must-see. Two articles of today’s financial news shocked me with heartache. One is “The Legend of futures Liu Qiang committed suicide after the bankruptcy of stock market”, and the other is “to describe the lost traders and you and me”. After reading it, I felt the same feeling and sadness came from it. I immediately went to the ground, turned on the computer and wrote a thinking article named “The Legend of futures Liu Qiang committed suicide after the bankruptcy of stock market, recalling every day when I was afraid of the stock market crash, I deeply understand the pressure and difficulty of professionals engaged in futures stocks. They will achieve the ultimate glory in a short time, and may be heavily in debt in a flash, they often live in ice and fire. In the article “describe for the lost trader and you and me”, the author tells that he is having a meal in a farmhouse and heard the news that an acquaintance, a futures trader, left in the circle of friends, his heart was sour, and he stood up pretending to be choked by Pepper and came to the water to wash, scrubbing his tears. Then, he said: Our sorrow is to feel our life experience, and we are both futures traders, which inevitably leads to death. Today’s pain may be forgotten tomorrow. The real pain is his parents, wives and children. There are countless accidents in the transaction, and winning or losing is always uncertain. As a gambler living in the casino, one day he will lose nothing, which is doomed at this time. When a person reaches a pass, his soul becomes turbid. As a shareholder, do I have the same sadness and sorrow as him? Because in the transaction, although I restrained my desire, the greedy humanity was still fierce to each other. It often overflowed the dam of reason, disturbed your heart and even controlled all your mood, affect your normal life. I have struggled in it for countless times, telling myself that this is not the life I want, there is a more leisurely, better and poetic life than it, the nature is waiting for me quietly. Once the literary inspiration bound by trade is released, it will form a steady stream of water. But I was still keen on the stock market for a time, pursuing a higher level, for the family and for the ease and freedom of my future finance. I have told myself countless times that this great wave of stock market has been put down in the past, and I will do my own hobbies. However, with the further advancement of national economy and reform, the stock market has not only no rest, there is also a bigger wave in the dark. I dissociated in contradiction and lost myself in the vast smog. Who can find it back? Lead me to a mountain road full of music and flowers blooming? This is negative in my mind. There is no such person. In the world where many people set out with the theme of material, the spiritual call of the Master’s poetic dwelling on the Earth was as if he had lived in the rest of the world. Only oneself is the master of oneself, but how many people in the world can exist independently without the temptation of the surrounding environment? My ambivalence and distress come from my alertness, My unwillingness, and my insight passing through the clouds. I struggled in ups and downs, and also in ups and downs. When people arrive at a certain time, they can’t get rid of the feeling of loneliness in their hearts and try to find a straw to save lives. Even if it is in the sky, they still look around at a loss. I think those stock futures traders who struggle with fate, ups and downs, and are more bumpy than our lives will have a deeper understanding of this. I told my lover about Liu Qiang’s suicide. The lover was silent for a moment and said: the person who can create miracles in the stock market is also the most dangerous person when the risk comes, because he has pressed all of them. Only those who make value investment steadily, do not pursue maximum profit, and win slowly can walk faster and better. In the evening, I leaned at the table to read the materials, and my lover came over and said to me: if Liu Qiang listened to me before he committed suicide, he might not commit suicide. Which word? I looked up and expected him to say. The money in the world cannot be earned. Why does he die when you say this? I puzzled. To lower his desire, people don’t have such a big desire and have a way to retreat. Can they drive themselves to a dead end? Oh, it seems that since I talked about it with him in the morning, my lover has been thinking all day. Sorry Liu Qiang! In the evening, I opened the news and saw an article named “mourning for our columnist Xiao Yao Liu Qiang. Xiaoyao Liu Qiang once wrote “Memoirs of the great futures writers”, and he often published his unique opinions and correct investment ideas on the column, which were recognized and respected by the industry. He is full of love for life. Behind his article, there will be an additional sentence to make himself live happily. Longevity is more important than anything else. However, it was such a person who went to a dead end in this stock market crash. How puzzling! Maybe people are like this. What they are sober is to others, while what they are to themselves cannot contain the burning desire in their hearts. This desire is not only for money, but also for the endless higher and further success! 2015 nian 7 yue 26 ri Sunday early 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. 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Thank

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…

Mining pepper

Autumn, light. It was the autumn season, so I climbed the mountain to enjoy the autumn and traveled in Laoshan. Along the way, there is a piece of luxuriant vegetation, red leaves and yellow flowers, autumn fruit fragrance, full of vitality everywhere, imitating the Buddha as a paradise. I thought that I could travel across mountains and rivers in the city without a long journey, enjoy the idyllic life under the eastern fence of picking chrysanthemum, and enjoy happiness in my heart. After all, no matter living in a noisy city or a quiet village, people’s feelings towards nature have never changed. In an instant, the car arrived at the village. Although I don’t often come here, my family has already settled down in the village. After a moment of preparation, I went to the mountain to experience it. This time, I am here to harvest fruits. To be exact, I came to pick prickly ash. As a foodie who shuttles through the mountains said: living in the city, a bowl of noodles, even if only on the noodle stall, is also a luxury. But if you walk into the countryside, a bowl of noodles will become much richer. If your food comes from the work around, it seems to be happier to work in the fields, just because people can walk into the field and enjoy the joy of harvest and the solid blessing of sweat. Each person has a basket, because the vegetable field in the mountain is planted by himself, this picking is also full of interest. After distributing it to a basket from my mother, I began to pick it along the pepper tree. Looking at the red and purplish red plants that came into my eyes, I picked them up by the way. Although the branches are full of thorns, if you are patient, you will always be familiar with them and have laws to follow. I want to have a meal of pepper fish on weekdays, which is very good to taste. I admire the magical delicacy of this seasoning, but if it is picked up, the retreat can be drummed. Not to mention that the picking has to go through all kinds of difficulties. If you are not careful, if you are stabbed and see blood, the fist-shaped ball will also slide down between your fingers, which is hard to find. It is totally different from picking other fruits, and it is no wonder that other things are more important than others. Seeing that my mother picked up half a basket, my father also picked up a lot, and I was not willing to show weakness either. However, when someone wanted to pick a cluster on the top, he was stabbed by the hidden thorns and saw a cluster of red. Seeing this, my mother didn’t let me continue, just made a decision. After working for more than half an hour, I also got something: three small baskets of pepper. Although some were blue, some were red, and some were blackish, they finally got a delightful harvest. At the place down the mountain, red dates, pomegranate, Persimmon, cabbage and pumpkin were picked together. This autumn harvest was quite fruitful. At the street market, I bought another local chicken. After returning home, my father was busy stewing chicken and arranging the stove, while my mother was cutting vegetables while I am picking pepper. Speaking of it, my task is arduous because it takes the most time. Speaking of it, it is not much easier to process prickly ash than to pick it on a tree. You pick more on the tree, and you also take a lot of trouble when you come back. Maybe it was because I was careful. I would peel off the stems and leaves of each pepper carefully, leaving nothing on it. Let my mother say that it is really fine processing, after drying, it can be directly put into the pot. Of course, it is also comfortable to listen to. After all, I am very careful person while eating. It was getting late, and the whole family worked together to restore general Jiao to his original nature and put it into a big basket, which was only half of the amount. Even so, my mother also said it was enough to eat in the next year. In the evening, I walked around the Kang and ate the vegetables I planted in the field by myself, the nutritious native chicken and delicious fruits after the meal, which was really beautiful. Different from tasting various flavors in the city, the enjoyment at this time is more like a delicious encounter returning to simplicity. This night, I slept very soundly. I woke up unconsciously at night and wanted to drink water, but I saw half moon in front of the window. Although it was half moon, it was as bright as the silver light on the ground, shining my heart brightly. Looking out of the window at the house beside the strait and the bright moon reflected on the sea, I suddenly found that my mind became open-minded and the reality was no longer troubled. No wonder the people nowadays all want this kind of life. Because there is always a slow life here. Its slowness is not the rhythm or escape, but the desire for happiness as always, and the unique sweetness gained after hard work! 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…

Impromptu

When dusk came, the afterglow of the sunset reflected on the Earth crazily, and Jin Wu rolled up gold carpets reluctantly. Half a volume of books, I traveled in the past street corner with spirit, and the lonely soul seemed to be helpless was floating above the sky. The more I wanted to catch the tail of time, the farther I drifted. Struggling to strike a blow, I thought it would be as dazzling as the spark, but I never expected that the moths would fly to the fire, and eventually, after a cloud of clear smoke, the smoke would disappear and the soul would fly away. The train beside the ear rolled over the whispers beside the pillow, which were as small as mud and could not bear to enter the ear. I covered my ears and let the cold wind blow. The street lamp gave out shocking light lazily. I leaned against the handrail feebly. My cold body was like a corpse, quietly and motionless. Moths rushed to the ideal light wave after wave, then I saw the smoke again and again. I raised my head and felt the sadness described by Yu faint. The music of the night rang leisurely, and the cheers of the night market began to be lively. The banquet party like demons was crazy and exciting. This was the night life of many people, after the toast, the beer was drunk into the throat. The bitterness and bitterness flowed through the Heart Lake, and the erosion was in the bottom of my heart. The wine rebuked the dissatisfaction and pride, spoke out with heroic words, and those old memories, the new words broke his mouth, and the wine was floating in the fierce air for a moment. The wine bottle stood on the concrete floor, and the empty bottle was discarded in the waste heap, like an abandoned orphan. No matter how loud the cry was, it could not call anyone’s turn. It was the empty bottle that was doomed to be turned into garbage. At night, I lay on the bed in a foreign land, and the heavy blanket didn’t give me a sense of security. I grasped the quilt tightly for fear that I would be engulfed by loneliness in the next second, so I dared not leave any cracks. Under the cold moonlight, the streetlight seemed not very attractive. I stood up with courage, and my steps were very light, just like a small cat step under the moon, for fear that the movement would be too loud to disturb the people who had already been asleep. After the night, the railings became more and more cold, and the lights around had gone out. The cold air in the ethereal night was very shocking. He took out a lighter and a lonely cigarette in his pocket and took a deep breath, trying to spit out the resentment hidden in the deep heart. The cold wind covered the dust all over the sky, and my eyes were not powerful. I rubbed my eyes, and this subtle movement couldn’t help recalling myself who cried red eyes in my childhood, as well as those childhood playmates. Growing up is a painful journey. Many years later, the childhood games and the playmates have gradually faded in the memory from deep to shallow, so that they even become uncomfortable when they meet each other, it turns out that the years can be so ruthless, taking away the pure character and also bringing the pure emotion, like a pig knife stroking the fur without leaving any emotional debris. No matter how deep the emotion was, no matter how crazy the oath was, it was so cowardly in front of the ruthless sword of time. The exclusive ringtone didn’t ring for a long time, and there were also some communication software. Although I am always online, I can only warm myself against the cold icon. How are you? In the ancient road covered by annual rings? Will you also think of those small things that happened together and those little Qu who talked about it. In the rest of my life, I want to carry the dusty schoolbag again to comfort the old fan in the classroom and the table that I have been separated for a long time. I also want to pick up the table again, I fell asleep listening to the nonstandard but beautiful Mandarin, and had a look at the dormitory and the bed I had been lying in. I haven’t seen them for a long time. Maybe they are still there, maybe they have already been updated. During the imagination, the cigarette was gone, and the corners of my mouth raised a smile. Looking at me, I was accidentally infected by my memory. Many years passed, I still missed everything in the past. Morning chicken pulled up his voice and began to call the Sleeping Sun. I expected my shoulder and jumped into the cold bed. When I was idle, my mind began to be confused. Good night, I said to myself! 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…

san yue

March in southern Liaoning is a windy season. Spring breeze does not blow, Willow does not send. This is a folk proverb I heard from my mother when I was young. The years are dark, and the fleeting years are several degrees. In recent years, due to the emergence of El Niono phenomenon, or the destruction of human beings regardless of the primitive environment, there have been many abnormal changes in climate and living environment. However, the wind in the early spring of southern Liaoning seems to have not changed at all. It is still so fierce, so cold, and so frequent. If you open the door and walk out of the outdoor activities in this season, you will often be filled with the fierce spring breeze. Spring is chilly, freezing kills young people. In ancient times, some people used such words to describe the extremely cold weather in spring. Early spring is already a little rough, and the spring breeze is constantly blowing, which adds a few degrees of cold to spring. Once, I didn’t like the fierce spring breeze. The wind in spring seems to be colder and more peculiar than that in winter. The wind blows in waves, like a knife cutting, scratching on the bare skin. He would also look at the gap between collars, get into people’s bodies without mercy, and infiltrate the cold and cold bones into his bones. Pedestrians on the road had to tighten their necks and walk hurriedly. If the spring wind is blowing wildly, the wind will still fly in the air with withered grass and withered leaves, and the dust will also rise. The raised dust will be so fascinated that it cannot be opened. The pervasive dust would crack through the window into the house and fall on the windowsill and floor, which added Labor to my housework. The Roaring Spring Breeze made me upset. Every time I heard the call of spring breeze outside, I just hid in the house and didn’t want to go out. I will move out of the Three Hundred Tang Poems, hoping to find a peace for my heart from the Tang poems in the book. The poem “singing Willow” written by He Zhizhang, a poet of Tang dynasty, would recite the poem long ago: The Jade makeup is as tall as a tree, with thousands of green silk sash hanging down. I don’t know who cut the fine leaves. The Wind in February and spring is like scissors. And product Bai Juyi of Lili original grass, a year vicissitudes. Wild Fire, Spring breeze and. Then product Northern Song Dynasty poet Wang’s spring breeze and Green River, south when the moon as I also? Chanting over and over again, I suddenly felt that the great poets were so fond of the spring breeze! From the picture of verses, I seem to see the free and easy figure of ancient poets standing in the cold spring, fluttering in their clothes, not only with excitement. Presumably, without the crazy blowing of the spring breeze, the poetic inspiration of poets would not be created. In the works of ancient poets, without the spring breeze of early spring and February as scissors, there would be no clever cutting of willow leaves. How could it be possible that there was no spring breeze and the grass burning ruthlessly by the fire? From the real world in front of me to the ancient poems of Tang and Song dynasties, and from the ancient poems of Tang and Song dynasties to the spring breeze in March (lunar February), I not only have more feelings and new understandings of the spring breeze. There is another saying in southern Liaoning that people will not be frozen in the spring breeze. Yes, just because of the care and comfort of the spring breeze, the earth began to thaw and soften, the grass began to sprout the spring feeling underground, and the branches of willows began to dredge the blood. This blood vein makes the leaf buds on the willow branches plump day by day. It didn’t take long. Suddenly one night, on the branches covered by the Willow, egg yellow tender leaves would grow. At this time, the drooping willow branches, in the blowing of spring breeze, Tingting curling, graceful and graceful, like a young girl, presents a fascinating mood of soul-catching poetic and pictorial, all in it. It was also because of the spring breeze blowing day by day that the ice lakes were blown away, making the spring water rippling into charming clear waves. Because of the shaking of the spring breeze, you can see that the withered wormwood on the hillside is full of small emeralds, and the grass on the sunny slope also unexpectedly appears brand new leaves; You can see the green onion in the small garden, the slender green leaves are as lovely as the green hairpin; You can see the peony branches, the delicate leaves cut out by the spring breeze, you can see the peony like a baby wearing a purple coat, open the clenched little fist day by day in spring, in the season of life recovery in the vast world, it is because of the blowing and force of the spring breeze that all things have the power to flourish. Spring breeze does not blow, Willow does not send. I finally understood the spring breeze by looking at the growing green spots and the buds on the branches of peach trees. Without the spring breeze coming, there would be no green birth; Without the baptism of spring breeze, there would be no tenacious life of grass! I understand the spring breeze. I am no longer afraid of and hate the spring breeze, I like walking in the spring breeze, I like to be filled with the spring breeze, I like to fly in the spring breeze, I like to open my arms and embrace the spring breeze. I look forward to seeing it one day earlier with the spring breeze blowing and time going forward. The mountains are full of mountains and slopes, and new green is full of eyes; I can see it one day earlier, the street is full of gardens and the city is full of splendid flowers. As the ground temperature rises, I expect that the field will appear one day earlier. Thousands of ploughs will come down to the field. Farmers are busy with the lively scene of spring sowing. I quietly said to the spring breeze: Thank you! Breeze in spring. Thank you for letting me be enlightened, tempered and strong in your mighty! Thank you for letting me see the beautiful hope of spring in the barren! Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…