Sanskrit

I don’t believe in Buddhism, nor do I have any Buddhist connections, let alone Buddha roots, and can’t understand buddhism. However, when I am quiet, I also like to listen to the ethereal chanting of Buddhism quietly. Relieve the tiredness of the day, often sit alone in the deep night, say goodbye to the complicated noise, and slowly listen to a paragraph of ethereal sounds of Sanskrit. Wandering in the joys and sorrows of life with a peaceful mind, eliminating the anxiety in my heart, as if I was in the green mountains and rivers, walking leisurely in the mountains and fields, listening to the breeze slowly, birds singing deep streams, without noise, the body and mind are cool and refreshing. Everything is so quiet. This kind of Tranquility is the truth of the soul, the return of the soul and the Holy Land of the innocence of the soul. I can’t remember when I began to like such a simple and quiet lifestyle. Qingdeng has no heart. After a period of Sanskrit, I put down my exhaustion of body and mind, and kept a happy life alone, lingering in the lingering sound, in the atmosphere of dense tea fragrance, watch the Spring and Autumn, flowers bloom and fade; In the season of light clouds and breeze, watch the red flying in the world of mortals, and think carefully like water and time. I lived alone with few Yangzi and had a bed of books every year. In such a quiet space, I wandered in the green, fat, red and thin poems of Tang and Song dynasties with my hands holding yellow Rolls to taste the leisurely and comfortable life of seeing Nanshan, to comprehend the true meaning of walking deep in the water and sitting and watching the clouds rising. Release itself in the tranquility, and sigh the helplessness that the life in the past was exuberant and fleeting, and vanished in the corner of the season in such tranquility, it can precipitate many complicated fickleness and various temptations in life, make people clear and clear, increase wisdom and enlightenment, and cultivate temperament. Because the world of mortals is boundless and the world is changeable, we are both passers-by in the world of mortals, and different people are desperately performing their different lives. The extended Road under everyone’s feet will reach different ends, and happiness or sadness will eventually return to peace. Maybe, some people are looking for a perfect ending for themselves all day long, but the world of mortals is boundless. In the journey of life, they often make themselves black and blue, and they are miserable. They can only hide in the sad harbor and sigh the geometry of life! Let life go with its nature and follow its course! In the lonely wilderness, be a lonely watcher, dust in the silence of Sanskrit, those crazy dreams of young classics, fade the once messy sorrow, a piece of plain paper, A pulse of meditation, dancing the light nib in hand, jumping words like flowers, telling the helplessness in the journey of life, restoring the original plain and calm, light and clear, and the heart is calm. (Essay on the night of December 17th, 2014) Zan (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…

Road of love

During the Spring Festival, the cold wave hit people, making their teeth tremble. It was even worse at night. When I didn’t go to Liangshan Mountain, I was a Southerner. The South was relatively warmer, so I was very afraid of the cold. The roaring snow wind blew cracks on my face, feeling itchy. I quickly pulled the fox fur cloak and indented my head into the fur collar. I miss the weather in the south very much, and I think more of the advanced modern civilization. I don’t know how good it would be if I hid in a small room with air conditioner. At least I won’t suffer such a living crime any more. I secretly lamented that air conditioner, I’m afraid I can’t wait for it in my life. But now that I have passed through, I have no choice but to summon up courage to move forward. The sky is hazy and the black one is faster. My mother-in-law lit up the faint big horse lamp to make the surroundings more depressed and horrible. I really regretted and agreed to come over for New Year’s Eve dinner. I just felt that I had traveled through many courtyards all the way, the gallery and the platform of the moon cave finally figured out what is a big family and what is a deep courtyard. We came to the Hall of the main room. In front of the hall, it is still a rockery and a stone. I don’t know what its name is. There was a big Brazier in the hall, which was steaming hot. Suddenly, I was excited and felt much less chill. I took off the cloak, handed it to Po Xi, grabbed her clothes corner and walked towards the carved round table in the middle of the hall with ease. There have been a lot of people sitting there, with different colors, including men and women, all dressed up strangely, and men wore guys, the guy I said was wearing weapons. However, all the women were hung up with jewels, and the jewels covered my head almost cost my eyes. Compared with them, hey hey, my simple decoration, I randomly inserted a jade hairpin on my head, which makes me look much colder and more casual. A man wearing a golden robe, not tall, slightly fat, not angry and powerful saw me, leaned back slightly, raised a smile at me, which diluted my seriousness before I came in, I guess in this way, is it possible that he is the Lord of Liangshan, calling Baoyi Shiro song heizi. ER Niang, come and sit down, we will wait for you. I tried my best to keep reserved. I walked to the table and sat down with my mother-in-law, ignoring the several glances cast around. I smiled and said, “Thank you, third brother, my little sister was in poor health in the past. Instead of doing her duty to be a little sister, she let the third elder brother worry about her. This is strange. Why don’t you mention the slave family? It is recorded in ancient books that women are self-modest and should be called the slave family. But I thought again, Liangshan River Park, eight hundred miles of mountains and rivers, they are all children of the world. If they were called like this, they would be too melodramatic. It was far from being gentle and honest with a little sister. As expected, the man said, “little sister is a hero among women, and she is famous in the water. There is no need to mention the past, as long as she has a good body. Looking at the smile on the black Saburo’s face, both eyes narrowed into a seam. I also understood that this Flatter was a match. 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…

Oleander

In recent years, Oleander has suddenly been everywhere on the roadside. I have never cared about it every day before. When pink, white and yellow flowers bloom, they are so beautiful that people can linger in the eyes, they asked one after another what this kind of plant was, and it was rare to see such beautiful flowers before. Some acquaintances introduced oleander, the flower is as beautiful as peach blossom, and the root is as tough as bamboo. The flowering period is very long, changing and opening. Gradually, the green stems and leaves are still beautiful. There are so many beautiful things in the world, which are too many to see. However, when we pass the oleander, we are still attracted by it uncontrollably, so I think there will be more beautiful stories reflecting, people from all ages have extremely rich associations, let alone facing such flowers and green leaves? So I got such a legend, beautiful and sad: the beautiful girl Tao fell in love with the stubborn boy Zhu, but was opposed by the family of Tao and killed Zhu alive, tao was heartbroken and committed suicide. After they came to heaven, God was moved by it and said that he could meet one of their requirements and make them stay together forever. Tao said that what she loved most in her life was the beautiful peach blossom. She was willing to be a dreamy peach blossom, while bamboo stubbornly wanted to keep the tenacity like bamboo. Since then, there has been a kind of oleander in the world, the Peach Blossom-like flowers have bamboo-like leaves. The legendary love story is so beautiful, but it is so sad. There is another legend: Oleander has no toxicity and its flower is white. The beautiful and pure rich women loved their servants, ignored the opposition of their families, and even wanted to die for love with their loved ones. However, the servant took advantage of her affection for interests and ran away in a hurry in the face of dying for love. The sad and desperate girl committed suicide under the oleander tree planted in normal days, and the flowers were stained with blood, spread out, the flowers turn red. Love is still so beautiful, but it is full of resentment. Is it because of sadness and resentment that this beautiful and colorful oleander hides severe toxicity, implying cursing and blooming in the world forever with revenge? Or are these beautiful and sad legends created by intelligent human beings because of the natural plant characteristics of oleander? It is hard for people to imagine that such gorgeous flowers dress up nature gracefully, but they are poisonous plants that cannot be touched and intimate. Legend is a legend after all, and its authenticity is unknown to us. I think, maybe because of the natural plant characteristics of oleander, some people are injured by poison, so there is such a sad legend. Every time I pass the blooming oleander flower, I can’t bear to look at it because of the sadness and resentment, just like the blooming flower, which will not wither or wither for a long time. However, I never stay away from the appreciation and admiration for oleander because of its inherent toxicity of plants, such as calm beauty, stubborn beauty and everlasting beauty. 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…

Essays

After working freely for several months, I had to go back home to rest. Sometimes, when thinking about it, I felt really heavy and irritable, so I was not willing to pull down some messy things. In recent days, I always want to calm down and concentrate on sorting out something that belongs to my own feeling of life, and publish a decent collection of works, in order to comfort and comfort myself, the heart which has been hurt by work and life. The reason why I want to publish a book is that I hope that some relatives, friends, colleagues and readers can see, think and dissect some people who live at the bottom of the society through the words I have written. They are contradictory and confused, how on earth does the nobody with dim life work and live. To be honest, after reading these words I wrote, people can involuntarily ponder over their own work and life and add some color to their lives, I was satisfied. As for other things, I didn’t think about it carefully. My work and life are actually quite simple. In addition, my mind is transparent and my thoughts are pure. I can’t figure out any profound and complicated problems and some utilitarian problems in the real society, I can’t figure out those mysterious and affordable things in real life, so I can’t write any good works with special social value and life significance. One night last spring, Mr. Huade Min, a writer from the Provincial Writers Association, and I drank idle wine and talked about the mountain in a hotel, he learned from his mouth that Mr. Lu Yan, the writer of Chinese Writers Association, was going to organize a series of Qilu writers. At that time, my heart moved and thought, why didn’t I take this opportunity to join in the fun with them and publish another book to fulfill my wish. This opportunity is really very good for me, but it is false to be honest and not guilty. After that, I was thinking in my mind that if the artistic quality of their series of books was influenced by my own book, I would be sorry for both my friends and readers, in the future, I may not dare to write anything more. This good thing may also become a great regret in my life. I was originally a loquacious Zhang Damin who lived at the bottom of the society. Where can my life level, ideological level and writing level be high! Can loquacious words have some literary and artistic meanings? Can some readers be poor? I have no idea at all. My book was originally intended to invite Mr. Huade min or some writer friend to write a wonderful preface, but I always felt it was not so good after reading these articles repeatedly these days, I can’t go to the elegant hall, and I really don’t have the courage to ask any friend for help. Even so, the heart is unwilling, and I always feel that this society is not only a society belonging to those celebrities. Zhang Damin who was loquacious also had his own life spirit and living method, and no one had the right to prevent him from telling the truth in his heart. Therefore, the matter of deciding to publish this original essay essay booklet also had some prospects. A few days ago, Mr. Lu Yan called me and said that he had reviewed the collected works and felt good. The literary series were about to be typesetting, let me send the money and manuscripts of the book to Mr. Huade Min as soon as possible. Money is not a problem. But these articles are so vulgar that there is no time to modify them. What can I do! There was no chance to get a book. That morning, I learned that in order to welcome the fifth anniversary of Jiangshan literature, Jiangshan literature website cooperated with its partner yinyuan.com to print a personalized book for the authors who signed contracts with Jiangshan literature website for free. I thought in my heart that there would be plenty of opportunities after publishing books at my own expense. Let’s get a free book for fun first. There is no preface in the essay collection of my essay “pondering”. I always feel that there are some shortcomings in my heart. I can’t eat well and sleep well for several days in a row, I always think about how to write a preface in my mind. Since I am embarrassed to ask others to write the preface for this book, then just hurry up and make up the preface for this book. Speaking of wind, it is a fire. That morning, I sat on the boss’s chair in the office and thought about it with my eyes closed. Then I couldn’t wait to walk to the computer and sat down immediately. I started the computer and knocked here in a rage, run out of ideas. This can be done? Suddenly, I remembered a passage written by Mr. Liang Xiaosheng to appreciate Zhao Zhongxiang’s article. In my opinion, to know a person’s reliable way, it is better to read the articles that record their own growth experiences and express their feelings, feelings and various emotions about the world and life. At this point, there is still a certain basis for the sentence of writing to people. People can whitewash themselves and pack themselves in their novels, but essays, essays and miscellaneous articles can be called mirrors of people’s hearts. Most novels are created for others and read by others for themselves. Prose, essays and miscellaneous feelings are often written by people who are influenced by their own emotions to declare their own opinions and express their hearts, it is the spiritual product that gets rid of the creative consciousness to the greatest extent. I always think that proses, essays and miscellaneous feelings which have obvious traces of creation are inferior goods. Because it means a cover for readers, which is deceptive. The reason why I use the words of Mr. Liang Xiaosheng to do this article is not to draw a banner as a tiger skin, decorate myself and fool readers, but I like the real words that Mr. Liang Xiaosheng said. To be honest, a person, especially a nobody like me who lives at the bottom of the society, can store things in his heart in the form of proses, essays and essays, if you disclose it to everyone without reservation, you will feel brave. A nobody who lives at the bottom of the society and lacks knowledge and money can publish a incomplete book and write a incomplete preface for himself, this has already had some meaning of life, which is enough for him to be proud of himself. 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…

Life

Life is what? Everyone can give his own answer: life is a glass of wine, sending out an attractive taste. Life is a cup of coffee with a light bitter taste in its strong fragrance. Life is a song, and life is a mass of hemp. All kinds of answers are actually their own feelings, feelings, experiences and expectations of life. However, I think life is an unknown state. In this way, it is also a kind of experience and experience of oneself. Take a commuter bus after work yesterday. At first, the car was smooth all the way. But, accidents will happen. To the downtown railway, it suddenly turned off! How can the driver play with it? It can’t start the car. Colleagues on the bus were very patient at first. 5 min, 10 min. There was no way to start the car, so my colleagues asked the driver to drive the door, get off and walk home. The driver was ready to open the door while calling someone to repair it. Who knows, the door cannot be opened. Colleagues who were calm at first were worried now. They are all eager to go home to buy food, cook and pick up the children. Everyone hurriedly took out their mobile phones to contact their families. For this flameout event, I have always commented: I really didn’t expect it. I didn’t expect either. I don’t often sit here, and once in a while, this kind of thing happens. However, who can expect it? If you want to get it, you won’t take the commuter bus after work. Because I don’t need to hurry back, I am the least anxious among my anxious colleagues. I sat there, listened to my colleagues’ complaints and stayed for a while. From this, I truly felt that life was an unknown state. This unknown state is very unexpected. But at the same time, I also felt very lucky: Fortunately, the car didn’t stop in the middle of the railway crossing; Fortunately, the car had already arrived in the downtown, so there was no need to walk too many roads; Fortunately, it didn’t rain. After waiting for another 10 minutes, the repairman arrived and opened the door. Colleagues all ran out of the car too late. Is a false alarm. I got off the bus and stood on the noisy street. Sky gray, cold wind blowing. It is the rush hour after work. The traffic from one direction surged in all directions. Walk to your own direction alone. How long has it been since I walked like this? Remember my ears. Walking across the lake, a cold wind with the coolness of the lake rushed from the open lake, humid and refreshing. The leaves of plane trees on both sides of the road are thin, and some of them fall down, which can be regarded as fallen leaves in spring. Although the cold did not retreat for a long time, I believe that these sycamore trees will soon flourish. The lakeside path is empty, clean and quiet. I heard one or two birds singing from the Azalea island in the middle of the lake. If it is not an unknown state, can you walk like this? Can you still hear the birdsong? I am a little grateful for this unknown state. This state is not known in advance, and I don’t know this kind of thing when I go out in the morning. If I knew, I wouldn’t take this bus. No one can predict. At least, I am don’t believe in things like divination and fortune telling. Although I also look at the taro star, I just look at it. Weather can be predicted, and life can be predicted? Can fate be predicted? Can love be predicted? If it can be predicted, then anyone can find someone who can hold his hand for the whole life, love himself and love himself. If it could be figured out, those people in those years would not board the Titanic, and if it could be predicted, these people today would not take crashed planes. Life is unknown to everyone. Who knows what will happen next second? Unable to predict or predict, life is always showing its mystery, mystery, magic, seductive and even horrible place in an unknown state. It is also because of this that we can laugh, look forward to, walk, and live every day with a feeling of exploration and curiosity, and even look forward to every day. The Twilight gradually covered up, the street lamps lit up one by one, and the neon lights at the door of the shop were flashing more and more. In the crowded street, a trace of loneliness came to my heart and filled my heart. Finally, it was engulfed by the night. How long has this feeling been? At this moment, this feeling is deepened because of the unknown state. Life is wonderful because of the unknown, but magical, and interested. What will happen next is because there is no way to know the result. Therefore, life is full of expectations everywhere. Many endless things, endless sorrow, a trace of love hidden in the bottom of my heart, some endless kindness, a little mood flying, gathering, what is transformed may be every dream in my own years, becoming every day of life. There is no need to add an adjective to life, just like at this moment, when I am walking and watching, the unexpected car break brings me an accident, a surprise and a rare pleasure. Seeing a noodle restaurant, I went in because I liked eating pasta. Not because of the unknown state, how could I enter this noodle restaurant? Unknown, but this is my own life. Personal fate is unknown and interesting. There are surprises, accidents, sometimes wonderful, sometimes plain, there are difficulties that must be faced, and there is relief after crossing the ups and downs. Who doesn’t want to know his past and present? Who doesn’t want to see the script of his own destiny first? However, don’t say that human beings can’t do it with their existing abilities, that is, they can do it. Who really dares to see people? Will you still live every day at ease? Is it more meaningful to live each day with hope than to predict the result and live each day reluctantly or even in fear? Only after one unknown state experience and survival can we truly feel that life is delicious and peace is a blessing. I ate a bowl of delicious and spicy noodles comfortably. I really want to thank the unknown state I met today. 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…

Climbing

I like climbing high and use fitness as an excuse. In fact, I may be more curious than others. My home is between Kuanglu, but it is a plain one hundred miles away. As a child, pitch, distant Castle Peak with Dai, vivid, but no set foot on step. Every day, what I am familiar with is that the river flows to the east, the plain forest is like weaving desert smoke, rape flowers turn yellow all over the floor, cotton turns white for a season, Rice turns green and yellow, yellow and green, the grass seed flower dyed purple lonely, which is the same year after year. Trees are countless dense, standing in front of and behind the house. However, there are only a few tree species: poplar trees full of Caterpillar, except for a few willows flying in spring, which makes people pay a little attention and usually turn a blind eye to them; Adults of bitter Catalpa say it is useless, however, children like to pick the bitter soil to play, which is a weapon to fight; The leather tree will be covered with red fruits in summer, which is said to be a little sweet. Gold moths like to drink bark juice most, while children like to catch gold moths around the bark trees most; Mulberry trees are so good that you can exchange money to buy plate sugar to eat after picking mulberry leaves in spring, purple Mulberry in summer is the most delicious fruit. There are only a few trees in the village, but there are more trees in the school, That’s why I didn’t know the name of the acacia tree with peach-scented filiform titbits in the summer of school until more than 30 years later; The bark tree grew by the wall of the school, which was regarded as the tallest among all kinds of trees; the French phoenix tree is tall and big, and the bark is white and black after peeling off, which is also interesting; There are also several toon trees, and the white flowers in spring are fragrant, you can also cook. Far away from the village is the agricultural science institute, where there are several more unusual trees. Ginkgo trees grow on the ground alone. When the wind blows, the leaves are flying like butterflies, in autumn, Gingko has become golden apricot, and this ginkgo tree has only been like this for dozens of miles, so I have never seen a big tree bearing fruit. The Pear Tree with white flowers behind the glass house, the peach tree with red flowers, and the persimmon tree with lantern fruits hanging in autumn, before the Persimmon becomes yellow, we have already picked it off by our children and put it in rice bran, waiting for it to turn yellow in a few days before enjoying the taste of mouth. To say that plains are the richest, it is a pity that all seasons can be seen at a glance. Qingfeng is faint in the distance. I am always in a daze sitting on the threshold. What is there on Qingfeng? What is outside Qingfeng? Qingfeng how on? Qingfeng how far? With these questions, Thirty years later, when I climbed Mount Lu for the first time, the answer was that I had it, but I could never finish it. I like climbing, but I don’t know the reason for climbing. Drunk see Hood fall, wu ai month keep people. This hat is the reason for climbing up. In the middle of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Meng Jia joined the Army with constant temperature. Once, people with constant temperature climbed up together. When the wind started, Meng Jia’s hat was blown off without knowing it, general Heng motioned the people around him not to tell him. Meng Jia didn’t realize that his hat was gone until he wanted to go to the toilet. He didn’t send someone to give him the hat until he kept constant temperature, but he asked others to write articles to ridicule the matter, and he read the article for Meng Jia himself. He thought Meng Jia would be angry because of this. Unexpectedly, Meng Jia also wrote the article, which surprised all the people at that time. Later generations praised the gentleman’s tolerance by climbing Meng Jia’s hat. There is another saying that the original origin of climbing up was neither the fitness that I waited for, nor the sad autumn that I thought of the world, but the origin of avoiding disasters. Hengjing, from Anyang, Henan province, followed Fei Changfang to study. Teacher Fei counted with his fingers, and Hengjing might have a great difficulty on Chongyang day. Hengjing was in a state of anxiety, and finally got teacher Fei’s advice, Holding dogwood when climbing up can avoid disaster. As expected, on Chongyang day, Hengjing and his family took yellow wine to climb the mountain to enjoy autumn chrysanthemum, and played happily on the mountain for a day. The whole family was healthy and happy, and the disaster passed away. From then on, hengjing fell in love with climbing, and later generations also fell in love with climbing. The ancients did not climb like me, regardless of the season, whether it was cloudy or sunny, they had choices. Autumn is the peak season for ancient people to climb high. In fact, outdoor people know one or two reasons. Not only because autumn mountain colorful, makeup. What’s more, after autumn, insects and snakes hide, which is relatively safe; It’s also because after fallen leaves, there are fewer objects that can’t be seen, the sky is higher and farther, the sky is full of sunset, the beautiful scenery washes the heart and fills the chest. Whether ordinary people climb high, literati will always give it when climbing high. Where to combine sorrow, leave the heart to fall. Therefore, apart from climbing high and thinking about the distant place, there are many sad autumn words, which are related to the ancient battles in the workplace. Many people who never meet talents, many people who are worried about their feelings and struggle, every time they climb high mountain, there is always the work of leaving love and don’t hate, sad for the world and caring for autumn, among which the classics are not common. Mr. Yu Youren wrote in his later years: Bury me on the high mountain and look at my hometown. My hometown is invisible and I can never forget it. Or this is the robbery of climbing high and looking far. In the last two years, mountaineering has gradually become hot. It doesn’t mean there are too many lonely people, but it is estimated that there are many people who change their moods. Mountaineering mo scene, see the mo mountain climbing, this is large makes sense. Climbing a mountain is not equal to strolling. It’s not enough to do whatever you want. You have to concentrate. People’s concentration makes them forget. Therefore, when walking in the mountains, there are scenery, red flowers, green leaves, mountain roads, clear streams, small bridges and small mountains in your eyes, but there is no depression of learning or the complexity of work, there is no entanglement of communication, no restraint of up and down, and no noise of family. When I was lifting my legs, it was courage to step out. At the rest place, what I could see was the scenery. When I looked back, what I could not see was pride, and what I could see was leisure. Looking up at the sky, the floating clouds flew over the intoxicating blue sky, bent over the valley, and the flowing spring jumped into the invisible distance, overlooking the plain, where the smoke from the kitchen was the hometown of the past. The most difficult thing in the world is to forget each other, but climbing up can make you easy. Is this the reason why more and more people like climbing mountains? Don’t climb up like this easily. The ancients liked to take wine and call friends to travel together for mutual appreciation. Calling friends to call friends was a must. Climbing up the group activities was the best. Climbing up the mountain alone would make you feel lonely, and safety was the most important. There is always unexpected existence in the mountain, and it is really impossible to walk alone. However, although friends and friends may not be safe, the most important thing is that you have to prepare sufficient security for your own safety, and you must do it yourself, and others cannot replace it. Because everyone is equal outside, and every life is equal. If you share others’ achievements, it may affect others’ safety. Therefore, there are five reasons for climbing mountains. Then you have to climb up with your own luggage. Two or three bottles of water are necessary for short mountain trips, and snacks such as beef and biscuits should also be available. If you have more strength, It would be better to bring a few fruits, and it would be more appealing if you bring porridge from a stuffy kettle. In this way, it is necessary to carry 10 jin on your back. Don’t be scared. Although I’m tired of climbing up, I’m not even more tired with my luggage on my back! That’s of course. However, these things will consume little by little and reduce little by little on the gradually rising mountain road, just like abandoning the depression in my heart little by little and scattering little by little. In the end, climbing to the top of the mountain, the traveling bag was almost empty, and the depression was also cleared away. Only infinite pride poured into my heart. Different from looking for a job, climbing a high school doesn’t matter gender, no matter diploma, no professional title, or even not entangled in physical and mental disability. Although it is a group, it is impossible to rely too much on the group, so if you go, you have to go, and you have to go. However, if you deviate from the route of team planning, it is the most serious violation of discipline and the most unsafe betrayal, which will be criticized by all members of the team. Is there any fun in such a harsh March? The unexpected dim Willow and bright flowers are one of the excitement points of climbing up; Besides, it is also one of the excitement points to shout loudly with arms; The laughing and angry scolding along the way are also one of the excitement points; What you have seen is also one of the excitement points; taking photos and taking photos are even more exciting…. Too much fun and pleasure are enough to make you forget the tiredness of marching and neglect too many rules. After all, all rules are for a safe and happy trip. Before we see the ancients, later we can see the newcomers, this is climbing. Let you challenge, recall, overworked, intoxicated, mature, healthy, forgotten and harvested, this may be the reason why you are blurred in the mountains. And I, this is very good. 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…

Because

Keeping the memory in the wind and dust, I buried a grain of lovesickness in the snow, passing through seasons and seasons, living and growing endlessly, inscribing the snow and becoming fragrant. The cold winter finally arrived as scheduled, with snow on the road. Walking forward in the cold wind, breathing every moment. This is the coldest season of the year. It seems that such climate and scene are just to cater to the touch of your heart. Having just finished a subject exam, I finally unloaded a heavy burden that was pressed in my heart, and finally made time to release the emotion that was squeezed in my heart. I like the melody of the last song, the name of the last book, and the scene of the last movie. Encounters in the world of mortals are always a very beautiful thing. I firmly believe that all love and being loved in this world need fate. We read such a sentence in a book that day. We met love on the way and thought that was the end. But when things happened, we finally realized that love in your heart was heaven, it was just a wisp of smoke in his heart. I like this kind of sentimental but philosophical sentence very much. Words are the gramophone of years. Through words, I can always see myself in the depth of light and shadow. Many things are always suddenly enlightened after a long time. Recently, I always dream about some people in the past, even some people I thought I had forgotten. The tender heart burst quietly in my dream. When I wake up from a dream, there will still be a tear of lovesickness left beside the pillow. The moment of prosperity finally slipped away quietly. It turns out that even if it is a dream, we are still unprepared. But I will still thank you for such a dream, which makes me see the long-lost and long-lost you. I received a letter from a friend, and I felt very touched. I have known each other for seven years, and have been growing up with each other for seven years. Even though they are far apart, the friendship between them has never been broken. Fortunately, friendship does not have the seven-year itch. On the road of life, you will always meet many people, Miss many people, some will not end well, and some friendship will accompany you to go far away. Life is rich and vivid because of different feelings. The trip is unforgettable because of meeting different people. The time is in a hurry, the time is like this, looking at the desolation of the dusk in the distance, the frost of the world of mortals is destined to bear the meeting with heart, or miss it; Stable, or ups and downs. We are just a piece of dress in other people’s lives. Even if it is sewn again and again, we have to go forward through attending, exiting and forgetting, I will still try my best to remember each other’s first sight and past, and describe this moment of grace and desolation with my heart, even if you are the disaster of my life. Flowers are similar and people are different. However, I still hope we can see each other again. If there is still tomorrow, I hope we can see each other again. Like on December 26th, 2010 (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Life

Ordinary Days of Life Online 1 in the morning, I hurried from the easternmost home of the city to the westernmost factory of the city. Outside the window, the gastrodia elata was bright, and the morning glow just dyed red and cyan on the horizon. In the evening, he dragged his tired body and numb heart out of the factory gate and hurried to his home several kilometers away from the city. Window, street lights gleam, yue shang liu shao tou. This is the life I live every day, which is just like copying. I open my eyes every morning, thinking about going to work, what to eat three meals a day, what to think about today’s weather, and what to think about is something that will never be finished. It seems that the busy things are actually trivial and have to be done. One day’s time passed in this fragmentary. It is getting cold, and I hope spring is coming; It is getting hot, and I am complaining about the God while looking forward to the cool weather. When I put on thick clothes and saw the first snow, I suddenly looked back and woke up suddenly. Another year came. No trace, no impression, no waves, plain, no surprise and no danger. Of course, people all want themselves, their families, friends, even the society and the country to be safe. No one wants earthquake, crash and debris flow disasters to happen every day. No one wants to live that kind of life with fear and death as early as night. However, in general, disasters do not happen every day. Most people’s lives are basically day after day. Today, the content of yesterday is copied, and the content of tomorrow is copied well. Every day is waiting for you calmly with the same content and form, indulging you and testing you. The ordinary days one by one became so plain that they became mediocre. Sometimes, ordinary days are like a ruthless bystander. I have been ill for as long as a month, and I feel the days are very long and sad. When you encounter disappointments at work, when you encounter disappointments in life, it becomes very difficult day by day. However, life is so ruthless. It does not comfort you, help you or help you. Moreover, when you are proud and proud, you will not be reminded or alerted. It just looked on coldly. When I finally walked through everything, looking back at it, it was still speechless and plain, and your heart had begun to be light. Ordinary Days are just like this. But if you think about it carefully, there are still waves in the ordinary and even mediocre days. During this period of early summer and early morning, it was very refreshing. Jogging, doing morning exercises, and enjoying the short coolness before the hot sun rises. The car galloped on the flat road. Look out of the window through the window. In winter, in front of the window, the gray and cyan sky began to appear a little bit bright, revealing warm colors. It was another sunny winter day, and I suddenly felt warm in my heart. In early spring, the trees on both sides of the road were blooming with burning flowers, which rendered all the way, splendid all the way, permeating the heart. I like to eat a bowl of noodles in the morning. Pour some side dishes and put a yellow egg on it. I found it attractive, and ate it with delicious smell. After eating, my stomach is full, and I am much more steadfast. One day starts with this bowl of noodles. During the working period, I went to the scene, entered the post, and felt the high temperature together with my workers, brothers and sisters; The hard work, together watching the sweat beads fell on the ground and turned into eight pieces. Sweat poured on the post and traveled all over the work site. I found that Sweat was so glittering and translucent in ordinary days, and found that my life was extremely full. When they were writing, their wet figures circled in their minds, The translucent sweat solidifies under my own pen. A kind of touching lingers in the bottom of my heart. Go home at night, wash away the sweat, Fry two side dishes, drink a glass of beer, think about the day’s scattered, think about the setbacks, frustration, trouble encountered, and reflect on your behavior and mentality at ease. Occasionally, there will be a figure passing through the bottom of my heart, just a silent smile. In the dead of night, I made a cup of light green tea and read the books on the bedside casually. Thirsty, sip two cups of light tea, sleepy, throw books and sleep. The day ended in a cup of gradually cool green tea. One by one small spray, supporting one by one ordinary days slide silently. When it comes to weekends, I look for my own time after housework. Maybe in the afternoon, or in the evening, this time belongs to me completely. Reading books, surfing the Internet and practicing piano. Tired, listen to songs; Sleepy, sleep; Bored, walk casually on the street, blow the Phoenix, watch the people coming and going in the street, listen to the noise of cars coming and going. Time passed away calmly and plainly, but it seemed not to feel bored, helpless or even empty. 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…

Moon

Do you still remember the bright moon last night? It was the Mid-Autumn Festival. I don’t think most of my friends living in the city would have a deep impression, because buildings built in recent years have sprung up like mushrooms, high-rise buildings rising from the ground everywhere even the morning sun stopped, so it was more difficult to see the rising autumn moon. It was a large and round mid-autumn moon. Milky yellow was rubbed into the silver white, with soft warm color, rising quietly, slowly and charming. When the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival climbed to the top of dozens of floors, she was so tired that she looked pale and looked down at the World coldly. At this time, how many people are still playing with it as three people? I am afraid that only the golden bottle is empty for the moon? The bright moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world has hit many people’s hearts and resonated with them from ancient times till now. I have never seen the bright moon rising on the sea, but I have seen the bright moon hanging high on the sea. It was in the hot summer ten years ago in the bathing beach of Xianyu Bay in Dalian sea area, A full moon is like a jade plate embedded in the dark blue night sky with soft brilliance. Silver fragments are shining in the rugged waves on the sea. The backlit Moonlight draws the Dragon profile of the swimmer with silver silk, yuehua covers all things, and the natural and harmonious beauty can be seen at a glance. From the moon to the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is very bright, and this is not the Mid-Autumn Festival. If it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, how wonderful it is! With the theme of the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, Su Shi’s song “water melody” has written down the mid-autumn festival in the world, which is a graceful and freehand brushwork Mid-Autumn Festival. While all the ordinary people in the world have their own mid-autumn festival complex, and what is my mid-autumn festival complex? The Mid-Autumn Festival in childhood was the bright moon, partners and moon cakes, and then the Mid-Autumn Festival was the bright moon, reunion and drinking. Now the Mid-Autumn Festival is the bright moon, missing and recalling. How many Mid-Autumn Festival rose from the precipitation in my memory. Although there was no nostalgia like Mr. Yu Guangzhong, there was an unfinished wish after all. In the mid-autumn festival a long time ago, the days had begun to improve and the mood was happy. Having already taken good care of the beautiful scenery in the park, he invited his father and sister who were a little closer to enjoy the moon together. It is the lake pavilion surrounded by water on three sides in Beiling Park, with antique buildings, carved beams and painted buildings, simple and elegant. Appreciating the moon here will add the feeling of thinking about the past. At that time, there were only a few visitors in the Park at dusk, and our relatives had gathered in my moon-watching pavilion before the night fell. We set up our own wine and delicacies and invited father to take a seat. My father, who had passed the year of flower armor, was very elegant. He drank, tasted and told us about the legend of goddess of the moon, the origin of moon cakes and the connotation of enjoying the Juan for thousands of miles. The moon was flashing silver behind the swaying shadow of the tree quietly, as if peeping at the warmth of our blood thicker than water. Yes, at this time, it is the cheer up of our family after suffering, and the spirit of uplifting in the condensed family affection. On every New Year’s Day, we have to gather together, talking about work, the world, life and mutual encouragement. This is especially true tonight. We toast to our father with gratitude. Father toast to encourage us with emotion for our excellence. Mellow wine and strong family affection tell us the unforgettable Mid-Autumn Festival. Suddenly, the autumn wind with cold passed by us, and the dim lake surface raised ripples layer by layer. Then there was a burst of cool wind stronger than a burst of cool wind. The Pavilion near the water itself was cool, and it was the wind that helped the water. The autumn wind, the autumn water flooding the autumn cold, this autumn cold swept our interest. Before the moon reflected the water, we stopped the kind words and put the unfinished elegance into our hearts and left in a hurry. On the way home, I planned that I would still come here to enjoy the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival next year, but I had to buy dozens of meters of plastic film to surround the pavilion in the middle of the lake, avoiding the dilemma of cold weather tonight, we must enjoy a mid-autumn festival. Everything in my destiny is out of control, but my plan of enjoying the moon next year has been stranded till now. The Mid-Autumn Festival has become an eternal regret when I have a picnic with my father to enjoy the moon. More than twenty years have passed quickly. I think there must be a lot of people going to the antique Moon Pavilion to enjoy the moon with wine. There is no embarrassment of high buildings, and there is romance of willow on the moon, the beauty of the Lake waves sifting the moon is full of the longing of the clear light to protect the Jade bar. 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…

Winter

It has been several days since the beginning of winter, and the climate in the South is still warm and windy. Occasionally, a cold wind gets into the sweater. However, there was a lot of rain, which added some poetic flavor to the bleak winter. My friend sent them the scene of cedar in the north, which was covered with snow, branches standing and roots distinct, as if they were Enchanted snow towers by snow elves. It was particularly beautiful and could not help making people relaxed and happy. In fact, I don’t like winter the most. Because I am afraid of cold, I know that most women are afraid of cold, and I am no exception. Since I was a child, my hands and feet are cold as soon as winter comes, and even they are frozen, and I am not less guilty of cold winter. However, when I saw the snow scene in the north of my friend’s place, the box of my memory was opened immediately. Slowly open the room, it is a vast white world. Speaking of winter, the most touching thing is snow. I can’t say why, although it is still so cold, but she is so light, pure, white, always teach people to fall in love inexplicably, out of control, from then on, snow is like a pure woman, it falls into people’s hearts. Shanghai is a city without snow. I have been here for nearly two years and have never seen snow falling on the ground. Therefore, I don’t expect the coming of winter and have no surprise to expect. I can’t help thinking of the winter in my hometown, especially in my childhood. Maybe people living in the city can’t imagine such a picture. Winter in the countryside comes very early. Every family starts to prepare thick quilts, cotton-padded jackets and cotton-padded shoes early in the morning, although it is still sunny at noon, still can not cover the biting cold, breath into fog, repeatedly rubbing hands to keep warm. The sunshine seems to be short, and the countryside at night is especially beautiful. When the light was dim and quietly curled up in the warm bed, you could hear the sound of falling snow outside the window, which was powerful. Sometimes it was windy and windy, the branches were broken, and the wind blew, however, I stayed in a warm cabin, especially comfortable and at ease. Wake up early in the morning, the sunlight is very dazzling, open the door, a vast white world, fresh wind blows, suddenly feel refreshed. The long and narrow paths in the village were covered with snow, and the roofs of every household were also covered with snow. Rows of snowflakes were inlaid neatly on the branches, as if they were a fairy tale world. If you didn’t see it with your own eyes, you couldn’t imagine the joy in your heart at that moment. The gossams of thoughts began to float. I seemed to hear a deer cart stepping on the snow in the snow. Did you come to greet me? Snow White in my dream. Oh, no, maybe it was Santa Claus’s footsteps. He had come quietly, for fear of disturbing my beautiful dream. The memory of childhood is so beautiful that I don’t want to wake up. I wish I could stay in that dream forever. There was a piece of snow in the dream, and I wore a cape as a cloak, held an umbrella as a sword in my hand, rushed into the snow all over the sky to play swords and dance swords, which was a chivalrous female, play vividly at that moment. There is also the snowman standing alone in the snow, covered by thick snow, and then melted in the sunshine. Its smile has been deeply printed in my mind. [2] Winter Memories in rural areas should be the busiest in summer and autumn. Wheat, corn and peanuts should be harvested when they are ripe one after another. While winter is the most leisure time for farmers, but my grandmother is busy all the seasons. Xu was so busy that she always saw her busy with all kinds of things. In winter, what she was most busy with was making cotton-padded jackets, cotton-padded trousers and cotton-padded shoes for her children. When I was young, my hometown was self-sufficient. I grew cotton and made cotton-padded clothes by myself, which was much thicker and warmer than the cotton-padded jacket I bought. Although it looks a little fat to wear, even without so many patterns, it is the warmest symbol in our childhood. Often, when it was snowing outside, Grandma brought needlework and put the sole on line with snow-white light, so I watched. Made of cotton shoes, the soles bought by Grandma are very thick, in order to avoid being worn out, so each needle needs to be very hard, and each line needs two needles to be sewed firmly, grandma made cotton-padded shoes and cotton-padded clothes for the whole family, including children, grandchildren and even nephews, and we all had more than one pair. When it was sunny, I spread the straw mat in my own yard and spread out the quilt. Grandma started sewing the quilt again. I helped pull the quilt aside. Every year, Grandma’s eyesight gradually began to decline, I didn’t care about sewed anything, so I asked me to put a needle on her. I would put on a long thread for him and play with my own, in case she could not wear it after using it up soon. That was what I was willing to do for my grandma at that time. I often watched her busy, so I helped to do something within my power. Maybe I thought at that time, I was Grandma’s eyes. When it was sunny in winter, my grandma and I would rummage the whole family’s winter clothes, shoes and hats out of the cabinet and put them in the yard to dry, sterilize and eliminate the smell. After drying, we could wear them and prepare for the winter. I remember grandpa often told us at that time that we should shake and knock carefully before wearing clothes and shoes in winter to avoid insects inside. So we formed a habit that we must knock it upside down before wearing shoes to avoid something. There were too many fragments of memory in my childhood, which could not be pieced together to make a complete Prelude, but only a tiny bit of memory was enough for me to feel this point. It is so precious that I dare not forget it. Having followed grandma for so many years, I have learned nothing. She cooks, I am responsible for filling the fire and washing dishes, she is busy in farming, I am responsible for helping others and delivering things, she is responsible for making clothes, I am responsible for threading needles and leads, so that her omnipotent skills, I don’t know anything. At that time, I always thought my grandmother was my God and could rely on her. I felt very satisfied with her. After leaving home, I found myself a spoiled child by my grandmother, and I had no parents around me, without the careful care of Grandma, I began to miss those days at home more and more. The high school is in the county town, and it is about to live in the school. I can’t go home until Holidays. In winter, I have to buy thicker cotton-padded jackets and shoes, but it is not as warm as Grandma’s. Every winter, my hands and feet are still frozen, and I have Chilblain and swollen for a winter. Later, I was used to wearing the cotton shoes made by my grandmother and took them to school to wear them, feeling very warm. Until now, it was just that Grandma didn’t do it any more, because she didn’t have the strength to sew the thick sole. This year’s national day, I went home, and my aunt also came back to help with farm work. The shoes she wore were broken. Grandma saw them and said she would make them up. Aunt said no, don’t bother. Grandma insisted on getting needlework, still sewing with difficulty like many years ago, I stared blankly, just silent. [3] Winter Love someone said: a woman with cold hands was an Angel with broken wings in her last life. Because she broke her wings, she wanted to find an angel to warm herself. Once I firmly believed this sentence, because I believed that I was the Angel with broken wings and came to the world to find my own Angel. Angel, there will always be angels to love. Once upon a time, I was the woman who loved dreaming. In the cold winter day, dwelling in my own small world, under a faint light, I wrote a diary about love and beautiful fantasy. Maybe it’s just a fantasy. When I really face love, I fly away like a frightened bird. At that time, I went to college. It was winter. My classmate who had a crush on me for a year in senior three confessed. I panicked as if I had never prepared for love. Therefore, he rushed to my side from another city, knowing that I was extremely afraid of the cold, so he bought me warm gloves, hats and a big Velvet Doll, saying that he could hold it to keep warm when sleeping at night. When we went to sing and play, he always took photos for me behind me, knowing that I liked to take photos and leave a memorial. When one scenic spot came down, all of them were my photos, he was willing to be the person behind me, not appearing in the image of memory. From beginning to end, there was no lingering between us. Now think about the relationship at that time was really pure like snow, simple and pure. I just gave him an uncertain promise to have a try, and he treated me as a lover’s love and devoted himself to it. However, what is love after all? I can’t say it clearly until now. Sometimes I feel that I can’t afford to love, and sometimes I find that I have never understood love. The next year, it was still winter. He invited me out to play. We went to our alma mater in high school and talked about many memories of high school all the way. He told me that he had a crush on me at that time, but I have no idea. Walking like this, stepping on the snow falling on the homeland, my heart was full of emotion. Walking, walking, finally came to the end. Just like the memory of my alma mater, no matter how beautiful it was, it was the past. I clearly remembered that at that time, under the dim light of KTV, he wanted to hear me singing. After singing, he suddenly came over and said to me: Can I hug you? That hug was our first and only contact. Whenever I mention the word youth, I can’t help thinking of that young story. The youth story happened in winter, maybe he was just a memory, living in the coldest place in my heart, turning into a touch of warmth in the cold winter, melting my heart to become ice. That winter, that person, that time, I often thought: if we were together bravely at that time, what would be the ending? Maybe many things will not happen later, and I will not become as silent as now. But, everything is fixed. Fate comes and goes, it is fate after all, why do you never forget it? Now is the best. Winter has given me too many memories. If I count them one by one, it must be a Qing Ye epic. Most of the stories that happened in winter ended with tragedies. It was a pity that I could not hear sad stories any more in the following winter. If destined, winter can also be warm. Certain can. Winter is coming, and spring is not far away. 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…