Father

After thinking for a long time, I wanted to write another article about bamboo, but I didn’t know how to write it, so I decided to search the prose about bamboo on the Internet and click the search content, “Random Thoughts of bamboo inside and outside the wall” popped up on the website. I looked carefully and found that it was actually the text written by myself. The world was full of beautiful memories of encounters. Because of the working environment, the bamboo outside the window is always close at hand. Now, dancing in the wind, jiongna is colorful and green. In May, the curved Hsinchu, however, was like a girl with tender feelings and water, showing all kinds of tenderness, tranquility and elegance; The verdant and straight old bamboo, like a wise elder, was neither grandstanding nor overbearing, open-minded, unadorned, soft and unyielding. If I have planted bamboo myself, maybe some people don’t believe it, but it is true. More than twenty years ago, the bamboo that went down with his old father had already become a forest. I heard from my brother that the bamboo forest was green, straight and tough, which was his main source of income. When I went home to sweep the tomb on Tomb Sweeping Day this year, the bamboo shoots that my brother brought to me could be judged to be strong and robust. What made me a little regretful was that I didn’t go to Maozhu mountain which was far away from home to appreciate her elegant demean. Because this year’s Tomb-Sweeping Day weather is surprisingly abnormal, and the temperature reaches a hot level. Near noon, it makes people feel suffocated on the mountain. In addition, the graves of relatives are overgrown with weeds. When weeding, I almost tried all my strength. Under the sun exposure, I felt a slight heatstroke. In desperation, I went home in advance. Seeing my collusion, my old father bantered: even if I go now, I won’t be able to stand the trouble like you. I hurried to dissuade him: you are sick, so you don’t have to try to be brave in such a hot weather! Bamboo is so tough (in our local words, it means tenacious), how can we be better than her? My father said a little unconvinced. Then my father smiled gently and said, “there is a bamboo beside a tomb in the afternoon. You can go and have a look at it. It was the bamboo that I got from the middle school more than a decade ago. Now it has become a forest. Please help me to have a look. Upon hearing my father’s saying that there was bamboo beside the tomb to be worshiped in the afternoon, I was shocked. After having lunch in a hurry, I went up the mountain. When I arrived at the cemetery, I saw bamboo shining with green pine and fir, there are almost no weeds beside the tomb. It is very easy to sweep the tomb. Under the green shade, there is a gloomy feeling, but I don’t feel horrible. It is the power of family affection, or the strong spirit of bamboo and pine inspired me? Perhaps both. Standing in the hilly area, I sighed with emotion and insisted that the Green Mountains would not relax, and the roots were originally in the broken rocks. It is still hard to work through thousands of blows, and the wind is north, southwest and east. Write down the unyielding spiritual quality of bamboo incisively and vividly. Bamboo grows silently in barren mountains and wild ridges. No matter it is the peak Ridge or the ditch, she can survive tenaciously in adversity with perseverance. Liguan was originally in the broken rock, but most of the moso bamboos I saw were in the hilly areas. Moreover, I found that the moso bamboos growing in the rocks were generally not as sturdy as the yellow mud soil, it seems that to reach the agreement between the conception of poetry and reality leaves us space for thinking. When I got home, my father lay quietly on the chair to rest. I put down the hoe gently for fear of affecting his old man’s rest. However, when I passed by the chair, my father still asked;: does the bamboo shoot beside the tomb grow well? Some of them have grown to the graves of graves, but I have handled them all. I replied in a. This good! But from now on, you will go home to sweep the tomb, because now there is also a holiday on Tomb Sweeping Day. Maybe you will sweep another tomb later, my father said softly. What are you talking about? Your task now is to have a good rest! I try to tell word. I gradually pondered the meaning of my father’s words and savored his life carefully. Now, I am still calm when facing illness. As a member of the most common communist party member in the countryside, there is nothing vigorous, the magnificent life resume is like a bamboo growing quietly in the deep mountains and forests, plain but without any extravagant demands. Maybe among the literati, bamboo does not bloom, is light and elegant, and is spotless. She does not want to be gorgeous, and does not want the character of natural nature of undeserved reputation. He can’t sum up. However, the reason why my father lived in the hospital in September (he still braved the hot heat to open the way for the villagers when others were resting, and there was a custom of opening the way in the countryside.), And what he said, how many years can I drive for the villagers? How powerful he was, he interpreted the demeanour and principles of being a man like bamboo with his long life. Thinking of the principle of the bamboo effect, for thousands of years, the bamboo’s elegant character and image have become a teacher and admirable. She always insisted on the Green Mountain, devoted herself to it, without complaint or regret. What is the bamboo in my father’s heart like? It’s going to be a holiday. I ‘d better ask him face to face when I go home! At the same time, I wish my father health and happiness from afar! 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…

Summer

In July, the first half of 2015 is over. The second half of 2015 is just beginning. The past has passed and time cannot be retained. No matter how depressed the market is and how decadent the mood is, the life still has to go on. There are many hopes in the future. Dreams and hopes lead the way forward, the passion in my chest is like an immortal fire that never stops extinguishing. It was already summer, and the rainy season of Mei was also gradually over. The high temperature of 367 degrees was not afraid of the muggy weather, and the whole people were muddled and listless. No. 1 is the inherent holiday of the factory, and it becomes much easier to unload the luggage and put down the pressure. Like a tight string, if it is tighter, it will exceed the limit, and there is a risk of breakage. After all, people should conform to the nature. Life should be open, relaxed, open and close, and easy, so as to have more energetic and hard work. Seeing a friend’s talk, I asked why people live so hard and why? I replied that in order to live! When I was free, I went to my friend’s shop, but my friend was not there, so I drank a cup of kungfu tea. My friend asked me if I was investing in stocks? I said I didn’t understand the stock market and asked my husband whether he had it or not? To say no. Then I asked my husband if he had gone fishing along the river? He also said no. His husband was impatient and couldn’t bear his temper. He had never been fishing. My friend and husband smiled and said that it was true that the city people didn’t have these hobbies. It seemed that they were both extremely fond. I just don’t understand why city dwellers can’t have such hobbies? Maybe city dwellers don’t have the conditions for fishing. It is suitable for fishing in a quiet environment on the waterfront of a country with abundant aquatic plants. Then there should be no difference between urban and rural areas in stock speculation. Computers have been popular several years ago. I have thought about my hobbies, but I can’t think of which one is my favorite for a while? After a while, I said my biggest hobby was reading books. My friend smiled and said nothing. Maybe he was a little confused. How many people can settle down to read idle books now? No, my friends and I are more than ten years apart. How do they understand the hobbies I developed during my teenage years? Remember student, as long as there is a book in hand, students all sleepless nights, even in class also spying on extra-curricular books. What martial arts, Qiong Yao’s, and Song of Youth, “Reader’s Digest”, “children’s literature”, “story”, there must be many people in the class who want to have a good book to read. And I like martial arts more. When I was in the first year of high school, I enrolled in the martial arts class of the school. Every day, I turned over the iron fence gate of the school and went to the playground to practice basic skills, now I think I was not like a girl at all. Every day on the way to and from work, my eyes are attracted by the green morning glory on the side wall of the path. When I was a child, my name was trumpet. I learned from a book that morning glory also had a pleasant name called Chaoyan. After checking Baidu, Japanese classical literature called some flowers in the morning and afternoon as Chao Yan, and the flowers in the evening and night as Xi Yan. Every day on the way to work, I saw the pale purple flowers of the Morning Glory, which were blooming in the wind, no matter it was sunny or rainy. But the flowering period of each flower is very short. When the morning comes, the flowers will shrink gradually after the afternoon sun moves to the West. When the sun goes down, the bustling flowers will hide, there is only a lump of dull green left. On the next day, purple was like a group of young girls wearing long gauze dresses. Everyone laughed and played around, looking at their vigorous pink faces, they couldn’t help being infected by their happiness, A little smile came from the bottom of my heart. A friend who was not familiar with each other ran into me on the road and exclaimed when he saw the white hair on my head, did you have long white hair? Looking at her astonished expression, she smiled and said that I had white hair several years ago. Are you Shao Baitou? I laughed and said that maybe it was. I heard someone saying the same thing a few years ago. I immediately bought hair dye for use, but it grew out in less than two or three months. I don’t dye any more now, and I don’t have any burden on the long white hair, so I don’t think so when I hear someone say that, maybe it will be safer and more reliable to use food for conditioning. I have used several sets of hair dye, but I haven’t seen any improvement. I don’t believe that the seller boasts exaggerated efficacy any more. Let it be. I haven’t played space for a long time, and it has been two or three years, from a few friends at the beginning to hundreds now. At first, I refused a lot without adding friends. Later, I took the initiative to add a lot. Some were rejected and some were deleted. Now if you add me again, as long as the space and mind are healthy, I will never refuse. However, most of me add some friends who are good at writing. If you gather friends like birds of a feather and divide them into groups, you will recruit friends like people. Sometimes it is normal for Jiayou to be rejected. I am always attracted by famous online writers, and I want to get close contact and study. Maybe others think that you are not qualified to be his or her friend, well, then I will work hard, not to surpass others, but to surpass myself. I like the words of my friends very much. You don’t have to chase a horse. You just need to plant grass. In the next spring, there will be a group of horses coming. You don’t need to flatter anyone humbly, You just need to improve your ability and talent. If you Bloom, Butterfly comes! A friend wrote about donating money to children with leukemia. The friend named Maoer went to the hospital to confirm the truth of the matter in person, so he added the child’s father WeChat and transferred a piece of Grandpa Mao. I also paid 100 yuan to another space friend who asked for help. At that time, I appreciated the literary talent of my friend very much, and I was envied by his young age and outstanding literary talent. When everyone is in trouble, ask your friends if they have received the money? After asking for many times, I didn’t reply. There was no news from the mud cow entering the sea, and friends often reminded me to be careful that all the people who made donations were swindlers. But I still believe that there are many good people in this world, and my friends also say that I am too kind to trust people. Later, this famous online writer continued to write articles and publish news. No matter whether she misunderstood or not, no matter how good her articles were, her image was greatly reduced in my mind, so I blacked her out decisively. Some people say that the today you hate is the tomorrow that many dead people expect; The today you waste is the beautiful past that you cannot return tomorrow. Summer, morning beauty, I will bloom through you! 2015. 7. 4. 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…

Think

Suddenly, the spring breeze comes at night, and thousands of trees and pears bloom. When I got up in the morning, my sleepy eyes were still a little sleepy, so I saw something strange outside. The mountains in front of the building seem to be coated with silver. Could there be snow? Snow has always been strong magnetic to me. I quickly came to the window. It was really snowing. The thick clouds blocked the shining sun in the past, and there was a mist between the heaven and the Earth, the snow was still not too tight or too slow for a while the Earth was falling for a while I stood by the window, motionless, silently turning myself into a statue. Let your sight and thoughts under the clouds blend with the snow all over the sky, dancing romantic together. What a beautiful snow! With the dense snow, they danced together and relaxed their sleeves. Soon, the outside became a world wrapped in silver, white everywhere, clean everywhere and strange everywhere. Nature quietly uses the magic pen, uses snowflakes to color, strokes and strokes, lightly smearing and fainting, turning all the scenery outside into a magical picture scroll. The mountain is dressed in silver, the tree is colorful, and the building wears a jade crown. Overnight, the heaven piled up jade mountains wrapped in silver. Countless Christmas trees grew on the mountain. All the grass, grass, wood and trees turned into dried Jade branches. The white flowers were covered with branches. Looking around, everywhere silver shine. The snow is still blooming to the fullest, and the wind is not moving between the heaven and the earth. The snow princess seems to be lingering, still dancing, chanting, painting …… in the cold winter of the North, the wind is violent, and the wind takes away all the flowers, all the scenery was withered into a lonely heart, leaving only thin leaves of iron trees, watching the blue sky firmly in the cold. Only this snow is the most beautiful wonder, spectacle and scenery in the northern land. Because of this elegant and graceful, pure and beautiful snow scene, the North Country has the beauty and momentum of thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow floating; The North Country has the spring breeze that is just like a night, the beautiful artistic conception of thousands of trees and pear flowers; Only then did I have the romantic feelings of literati and scholars, as well as the wonderful snow in their poems and notes, which touched my thoughts, let me go through the time and space of the world, fly back to my childhood world, fly back to my hometown house that has no trace, and let my thoughts hover over the old house, looking for the happiness and happiness left on the old land, the small village sleeping quietly in the mountain nest and the small village covered by heavy snow appeared in front of me instantly. The mountains are white, the fields are white, the houses are white, and the trees are white. Except snow, it is a quiet wilderness. The small village is like a world of snow that no one disturb. It was very cold in childhood, and the snow in childhood was very heavy and heavy. At that time, when I woke up overnight, the door was often closed by heavy snow, and the door was often opened but the way out was blocked. People were blocked at home and couldn’t get out. Father with a shovel 1.1 point to dig, first dug a Leads outside small hole, let us these anxious children go out first, and then snow cave dig big some, can rong da people in and out. After I went out, I would stand on the thick snow in the yard to watch the snow. If the snow was still falling intentionally or unintentionally, I would open my small hands, let the snow like a white butterfly fall on my little palm, spinning happily in the snow, laughing happily, laughing, as if I had become a snowflake. We were poor at that time. We wore hollow thin cotton-padded jackets with patches and single cloth shoes with patches, but we didn’t feel cold either. Soon, all the little brothers and sisters next door came out, some carried ice carts, some held spinning tops, and some ran to the ice River behind the village with laughter and laughter. Boys are skating on the glacier, playing spinning tops. This is not a girl’s game. We are watching on one side. When it gets cold, we girls also run on the glacier. You drag my hand, I held your hand and played like a skating car. Tired of playing these games, we went to the ice bank to make snowmen and snowballs, one by one, which made our small faces red. We stretched out our two small hands to rub each other to keep warm, but we were extremely happy in our hearts. When we are tired of playing, we will run back to our own home. Every family in our village has a small fire basin for heating, which is filled with the fire charcoal left after cooking, by the next meal, the charcoal was wiped out, and the cold charcoal was poured to add a new fire. People who save some food will also grab a handful of soybean or corn grains for their children and throw them into a fire basin to eat. With the corn and soybean grains popping in the fire, the fragrance of the Valley gets into their noses, children were eating with a good appetite. The cold winter breeds heavy snow, and the heavy snow makes up beauty and leisure. In the rural areas of southern Liaoning in northern China, winter is always called Cat winter or winter leisure, which means that if you have no work in winter, you will be idle and hide in your house to spend the winter. However, there was a production team at that time. In winter, the captain arranged male labors to dig the dunghill to prepare for farming in the spring next year. The dunghill was so frozen that it collapsed hard. Only when a axe went down could it dig a white nest, anyway, we were not in a hurry to use it. Everyone dug slowly. When they were tired, the cat went to the house to have a rest, killing time slowly. Women didn’t go out. Every family of women sat on the heated kang with small quilts and kept a small brazier to talk about their daily life. Day by day, the cold winter was spent like this. Many years have passed, I have already changed from a rural person to a city person, but the mark left by the heavy snow in my childhood is still so clear in my mind, and the heavy snow still fills my heart with wisps of affection and homesickness. In recent years, due to the warming of climate, the snow is getting less and less. No matter in the city or in the countryside, the scene of heavy snow closing the door in childhood cannot be seen. Occasionally a snow falls, just like the snow outside now, which will make me extremely excited and happy, just like the carefree and innocent happiness in my childhood. Snowflakes seemed to understand my love, and still danced gracefully outside the window without stopping for a moment. The glittering snowflakes seemed to fall into glass cups and instantly melted into cups of nectar and jade liquid, drinking this cup of nectar and Jade, I was also drunk into a piece of snowflake, and also became a snow spirit, intoxicated in the snow world. I hope that this snow will fall a little longer, and there will be a saying that will help you in a timely manner. This snow is not the charcoal of snow, and it is not timely rain. The drought in summer for two consecutive years has taken away the lives of many apple trees and various trees, and some trees are still struggling on the line of death, snow is also nectar, which will bring back the dying apple trees in hometown. I couldn’t help turning appreciation into respect and gratitude. The precious snow also reminds me of you, just like missing the heavy snow in my childhood, I also worship you in my words and accompany me forever. 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…

Twist Spring

When spring comes, is the warmth not far away? I would like to write about the spring in my writing, love the pink and Willow Green, love the gurgling streams, love the light clouds and clear winds, love the long grass and the flying of warblers. Yes, I love too much in my life, just like there is always a faint feeling of joy hidden in my heart. Maybe time, time, has never changed its appearance, but we just walk along a road called life, and when we walk, we change our mind. At the ferry of the wind, can you see the fireworks across the shore, the people with clouds drifting by, the people with small bridges and flowing water, and the beautiful smoke curling in the painting, there is also a deep warmth flooding the Heart Lake. How eager it is to have a free wandering. On the way, I will deliberately pass through the deep mountains and forests and listen attentively to the whispers of all things in nature, there is also the joy of birds spreading their wings. A meeting is like a reunion between soul and spirituality, dotted with small secretly pleased and great satisfaction. If a journey of mountains and rivers is the beginning of a Buddhist relationship, occasionally I will stay in a quaint temple, where the incense is not boisterous, I have to seek for the Buddha to sweep the dust for myself, and my heart is clear and clear. Speaking, I am such a trusted woman, listening to the sound of beating wooden fish streaking across her ears, blowing through the prosperity of the world and wanting to add a simple peace to herself. Listening to the true words of chanting along with the time and space flow, passing through the mountains of the ancient temple to the sea of people’s hearts, I just want to realize the boundless and boundless Buddhism, cultivate the reincarnation of the afterlife and become the Green Lotus in front of the Buddha. Turning up a book casually in the afternoon, the time is probably just spent in choosing a period of leisure, and the garden in the book has its own breeze. When getting used to being accompanied by quietness, take a touch of fragrance and smell it on the tip of nose, and the smile at the corner of lips will also make the lonely time beautiful. How many thoughts are brewed in a cup of tea, and how many threads can be used to create a pure and simple beautiful picture. Sitting in the safety of a city, what comes easily is not the smile of words, it’s just a stack of small threads, quiet and safe. When the overwhelming warmth swept over and bathed in the sunshine, all the troubles began to fade away quietly, and the peace of heart was just to seek freedom and worry. Many years ago, I told myself that there was another world in front of me. The only one who loved my soul wandered in a note of words for half a lifetime. Although half a cup of tea after heating was already cold, however, how much sadness has been boiled out in the lost way, looking forward to drinking all the joys and sorrows one day, smiling to the warmth and blooming quietly. Finally, still no will displaced wrote 1.1 drop, present beauty like flowers bloom warm time in. It is said that people’s heart is a sea that can not be seen. If there is no wave in the sea, how can it be terrified and shocked? Even if it is tossing and turning, it is just a matter of one person. It has nothing to do with others and has something, who can I show you if you are not strong and cowardly? Some people say that the blue sky is like a disease. To me, it is not a disease but a hopeless beauty. How blue and broad it is, and how beautiful it is to embrace tens of millions of things, sunshine can’t live without it, rain and dew can’t live without it, animals and plants, people can’t live without it, appreciate its greatness, and we can’t think of anything while we live. You can keep silence as an eternal appearance, dye the scene with the color of fleeting years, make a cup of tea of years into a clear calm, and accompany the loved one to his old age without knowing his white hair, when can I draw a perfect ending for my life. I hope that many years later, my words will still become an immortal legend of a person. I don’t write poems, I don’t write floating life as a dream, I don’t write separation, I just write about his encounter with her, and I love her for a lifetime. Waiting for the spring flowers, just like waiting for the arrival of the loved one, he will take me into his arms and tell me that he is there, everything is no longer the blank of the past. I raised my head and saw the warm sun shining through the fingers into my heart. When I picked up the pen, I thought so much that I would like to skim over the mountains and rivers and gather thousands of tender feelings to reach a place where I came back, and the person who loves me will cherish me, pity me, hurt the lingering sorrow of my eyebrows, kiss away the tears flowing down my cheeks, and the softness of my fingertips will slip through the coldness of my palm, take me with you. I remember that the moon went through summer, autumn and the cold winter. It weaved in the yearning season after season, I wrote the days day after day. As if the picture of acquaintance was still on the memory of yesterday, I stepped on a wisp of breeze, and that person appeared in front of me casually, and a gentle call was silently remembered in my heart from now on, become the warmth I want to guard. Now, the time in the days is still fine. Every day, I start to sleep with full happiness. Listening to him talking about our love, let me talk about endless small emotions, unconsciously, they became the only one for each other. At this time, a new spring is coming, and the moon is still sprinkling white lovesickness in the original place. When the silver brilliance shines on the paper full of words, the feelings like water flow to the sky like a clear spring, flowing into the long river called time, the I am across the bank read and read, thought and thought your bunch of lily of the valley. How long has it been since I fell in love with the smell of ink incense, wandering on the edge of my dream, stirring up the mystery of my mind with wisps of emotion, and suspense in the light wind. Allow me to linger in the flowers with a dignified attitude. At the moment when I am in the wind, can the elegant characters vividly present the gentle beauty of love? What comes easily is the fragrance of a flower, or the charm of a pink one. Whose previous life and present life are enchanted by the silence on the brow? Slow down and chase the fleeting time like water. The flourishing age is just a cloud and smoke in front of us. In the willfulness again and again, it grows slowly after tossing and turning. Nianchun smiled and held a warm heart. I believe that she will still be a gentle woman after many years. Even if the vicissitudes change her face, she will not be afraid of the invasion of wind and rain, in the life of fireworks, keep a city, be happy and safe, and deserve others. Text: makeup silent 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…

Country

In the countryside, I have several tile houses. In the front wall, the lower half is slate, and the upper half is Drape; In the middle partition wall, the dado is plank, and the upper part is Drape; The back wall is made of stone piers, there is no slurry and mud, and there are also blue silk matte seams. The wooden structure is a Cypress column, which is connected with the tile Jue Zi in the yellow and black. The smoke from the kitchen goes through the hanging fence lintel and runs over the wall for several houses. After a hundred years, the green tile house is turned into an old house. The wind on the mountain blew through the accumulated bamboo leaves in the bamboo forest and moored into an old boat on the corrugated, and the clear waves of tiles had not been seen for a long time. Not cold in winter and not stuffy in summer are just the benefits of tile houses. The wall of the board is smooth and smooth, and it has become my handwriting board, and I still keep the ghost painting Peach symbol even though I don’t wipe it. A small back door was opened behind the house. When you opened the door, you could see the ups and downs of the plants and flowers in the back mountain, as well as the passers-by on the mountain road. In the morning and evening, I opened the door with bright or dark light, reading or writing. I thought a lot of things, but now I can’t remember them. Now the old house is still there, the small tile house has not lived for a long time, it is full of debris, and the dust has blinded the footprints I left year by year. I also thought about cleaning it out and occasionally going back to stay for a few days. I always came in a hurry and left in a hurry. I seldom stayed overnight in my hometown, and that thought was indifferent year by year. I like tile houses, but I am nostalgic. On the contrary, people in those cities can see its simplicity or other benefits. I also remembered someone saying that alienation and estrangement started from the nearest person and the most familiar place. Maybe it is true. I have lived for a long time and become indifferent. I am began to respect these tile houses in my hometown from the mouths of literary friends in the city. It is surrounded by several mounds, the cypress trees around are still verdant, the rest of the grass and bamboo are flourishing, and the atmosphere of summer is already strong. This courtyard is located in the embrace of the grass and trees in the Hill, which is enduring. For hometown and hometown, I am defined in this way: the place where people live and die. Birth is the place where we are born; Death is the homeland where the elder souls return. This is the former residence and the hometown. Because of the lack of cooking smoke in my hometown? a href=’ search.php ‘Target = ‘_blank’> nostalgia neon baking Yingying lesson Qian (6) research on porcelain first? br /> before going to the old yard, we need to go through a slate pond. The water is very shallow. Lotus roots have been planted, and there are corns and leaves, and the water comes out. Less than five mu is the relief Land of the village. The two-meter-wide flagstone Bridge at the end of the pond crossed over, which was shengjiajia. A large millstone Mill was placed on the roadside. Behind the bamboo forest was a mill. Under an old Bodhi fruit tree, there was still a grinding groove and a roller. This is the center of Shengjia’s life of grinding rice and grinding noodles a hundred years ago. At the end of their outdoor Road, there is a dang which is used to grow vegetables with water storage scoop. There are many aquatic plants around. There are stone steps down to Dang Li, and they go down to wash vegetables and wash clothes in five steps, the water at that time was very clear and clean. There is a stone pier in the dang, which can stand on it in summer. Now it is a pile of wolves, climbing out a pumpkin vine. Follow the fence of hibiscus to the front of the old courtyard. This is a typical Jiakou House, in the middle is the main house tile house, and the wing rooms on both sides are newly equipped thatched houses. The wall of the yard is made of adobe, pressed with small flagstones and piled with soil, which is full of weeds. It was a Zhinan tree outside the yard. The ground corner of the root plate invaded the blue sky, surrounded by five people, with a diameter of more than Zhang. I haven’t seen anyone climbing up in the afterlife. There are several big crow nests on the tree. All day long, they are fascinating, domineering and quack. In the past, Master Guang AO told me that when he was young, he picked up bird droppings and sold them to Xiucai. When he was middle-aged, he made a living by soaking dung and growing vegetables. There is no shortage of firewood under the tree, and the leaves are picked up casually. In May and June, it was windy and heavy rain, and branches and fallen leaves were broken everywhere. Every family wore hats and coir coats, picked up firewood and picked up birds for their son. The son of two or three birds had not grown up yet and was covered with meat. When the oil was put into the pot, the meat smell was heard. The old birds on the Zhinan tree outside the yard wailed in the sky. The delicious taste in the mouth covers the sadness in the sky, and the poor days cannot resist the tongue. Lao que cried and rebuilt his nest. He still lived in Zhennan without complaining about the heaven and the Earth. Unfortunately, the tree was sold in the 1970 s, and Lord Guang AO was also pissed off. In the past few years, Zhinan old tree knot in front of the old house, I don’t know when to grow a Zhinan seedling with thick hands and neck. It was higher than the eaves, and I couldn’t help feeling happy. Several tile houses and the surrounding and comfortable environment do have some temptations to those who like purity. If there were no old tile houses, this place would have been wild ten years ago. The tile house is here, and it is also a homestead. Master Guanghai and guangao can still find their souls when they come back. Although the old tile house was idle, it was also not empty. Every time I came back, I saw the senior owner came back and there were them sitting on the tables, chairs and benches, eating tobacco, drinking Eagle tea, setting up the gate array, and hearing the sound of Confucius’s ink pen, I smell the smell of scholarly mentors. This is the old house of their dreams. I have the courage to demolish it. No wonder the literary friends who lived in the city said: his greatest sorrow was that he could not live in the noble country. Once I went to Deng’s house in Xie’s home and saw my friend’s old house. I envied the old willow in my heart. It was ancient and beautiful, with long beard and long autumn. It was very pictorial. It was just when autumn was gradually rising that the courtyard was tranquil and leisurely in the sunshine, like a simple and peaceful old man. Later, I wrote some words. The tone was quiet at first, and the words were sentimental. Maybe I thought it was impossible to ask for such a residence. Occasionally, I will think about what kind of place is suitable for me to live in. You need to find a place to arrange your body to live, and you also need to find a place to arrange your soul to live. In fact, for me, there is no hope for the city, and there is almost no room to go back to the countryside. At most, I just keep a little fantasy in my dream. A late at night. Sitting on the dam of the community, I looked up and saw the dark night sky, so high and so far, so bright stars, and those faint stars could not shine on this corner of the Earth. There was no sound of chicken singing, dog barking, nor grass worm. Back inside the house, the dim light could only be called the lonely light. There was no other light. The security door was opened, and the outside world was empty. The security door was closed without any voice. At that moment, I suddenly felt depressed. I just felt that if I lived in such a place, it would be too boring to live in such a simple way. It doesn’t matter if there is no fixed place to live, even enviing the wandering days of the ancient people who live in their houses like every family, like sending them to stay in the night first and watching the sky early. Live and make us lose many life really fun. For example, the farewell in the short Lane of Changting, the wind meal at night in Xiaohang, the hardship of the frost on the Banqiao, and so on. 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…

Tonight

Tonight, I didn’t have to work overtime. I took a hot bath and lay on the bed to have a comfortable sleep, eliminating the fatigue accumulated in a week. But somehow, my eyes were closed, but I was sleepy. The past of the past clearly emerged in front of my eyes. Time seemed to flow backwards, and everything seemed to go back to yesterday and that year, after experiencing too many pains, lonely and helpless, I just want to find someone to say something in my heart. When I opened the phone book, I found that many people seemed to have evaporated from the world and could not be contacted any more. Only you were an acquaintance who could speak. But I always think that you are still young, and I always regard you as my sister. You sent a text message saying that the meal had been cooked and asked me to come there. I ‘ve been wanting to see you all the time, but I ‘ve been thinking about it in my dreams, but I’m afraid that you, who are pure and kind, will feel sad when you see my haggard and down-and-out look. But you said seriously on the phone that if I didn’t go, you would pick me up. You carsick, got spit, confusing thing north and south. I love you so much that I can go there by myself. Your cabin, burning soft lighting, filled with attractive food flavor, 1.1 drops dissemination monk familiar taste, I find the long-lost warm and moved. You said you were tired at work, so you asked me to sit down and prepare for me. You were afraid that I would be hungry, so you put a chopstick and a chopstick into my bowl. I thought foolishly that if I ate the food you cooked everyday, even living a poor life would be sweet and happy. But I know that I will never have such a blessing. I heard that you are engaged to your boyfriend, and soon you will wear a white wedding dress and become someone else’s bride. You said softly that you wanted me to open my eyes wider to see if you had changed. I said lightly that you used to be an ignorant little sister, but now you have grown up, and you are a considerate and good girl! You shook your head and said it was right. You used to cut a short hair, but now your hair is fluttering. With glittering tears flashing, you put your soft hands on your chest and said persistently and seriously that you heard that you like girls with long hair fluttering. It is not convenient to wash your hair when it is long, especially in winter, if you do not wet your hair for a long time, you will wipe it with a towel constantly, and then you will fall asleep while sitting on the bed. There are thousands of words hidden in my heart, but I don’t know how to tell you. I am tired of all the sufferings in the world. I don’t want to drag others down. I don’t have the heart to let you suffer with me. But your attitude is so resolute that there is no room for discussion. You said that you didn’t sympathize with me, but loved me hopelessly. You didn’t accept others’ roses, I just want to take my hand and walk through that long and cold winter! You are a obedient and sensible girl who has never brought a boy home. But for our love, you don’t care about anything. You lead me back and a shift worker who burns a boiler back. Your mother didn’t say anything, but your father felt ashamed and slapped you loudly at that time. He never touched one of your fingers since he was a child. You covered your burning face, wiped off the bloodshot corners of your mouth, and said word by word that even if you were killed, you would still be with me. It was you who jumped and you climbed on the cliff. Your father squatted in the corner of the wall and sighed a burst of cold air. He jumped up suddenly, kicked the door open with one foot, pointing at the door and shouting hysterically; Rolling, just as I didn’t give birth to your daughter! You pulled me out of the house without looking back. I advise you not to be impulsive, because it is not worthwhile for me to fall out with my family. You said that your father was a swordsman, and we walked together, and he would accept it after a long time. We went to the station to buy two tickets for Guangzhou. Just a few minutes before the bus departs, you got a call from your brother, and you burst into tears, you said your mother was angry and was admitted to the hospital. I said I would go with you. You said it was unnecessary. You asked me to go to Guangzhou first. You settled your home and came here. You wanted to erase the melancholy tears flowing in my eyes. You didn’t come to Guangzhou, your mother didn’t get sick either. They cheated you back home and never let you out. Soon they found you a rich husband’s family. You called me several times, and each time you said you were sorry for me and asked me to take good care of myself and find a good girl to make my family. You also said that you lied to me in this world. If there is an afterlife, you are willing to be a cow and a horse to repay me for these years. I have lived a bad life, like a train driving in different life stations, they never stopped walking on the road in a hurry and chaos. Those people and things were like the scenery flashing by on both sides of the railway. I was wandering in a foreign land, alone, tired of food and clothing all day long, and tasted the bitter water of life. But in those hard days, she came to my dream and let me find some sweetness and tenderness in the cold wandering years, let me recall the sweet and bitter love story happily and satisfie. I am thinking that for the sake of the people I love and those who love me, I will live a good life! Are, tonight sleepless! 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…

Yao non-

In the morning, climb up, wash and dry your hair. When I looked in the mirror, I saw two strings of blond hair on the left half, which were extremely conspicuous in the dense black. At first, it was red, dazzling red, but now the color faded, yellow is still dazzling. With the wet hair and the two strands of conspicuous gold scattered, I went out with my bag on my back. I remembered that man. The man who made me run to the barber shop in a fit of pique, cut off a piece of black long hair and dyed two pieces of red; The man who let me be brutal and unreasonable, the person who held me tightly in his arms; The person who was sentimental but happy because of a meal of delicious food; The person who was gentle and generous but occasionally very stingy. There was another month when I met him last year. At this time last year, I just returned to Suzhou, carrying a suitcase and all my belongings, standing at the door of the talent market, watching the applicants coming and going. At that moment, I looked at the crowd confusedly and suddenly didn’t know the purpose of returning to Suzhou. In the setting sun that day, he accompanied me along the riverside of the ancient town, walking all the way. The Willows were low and the water was green. He was shy and reserved. That road had no end. It was his first time to walk, but I didn’t know how many times it was. The best feeling is when you want to be strong or not. I write poems, he sings; He plays games, and I write some irrelevant words. Up to now, I only remember one online game called League of heroes. The best separation must be arranged when they are not bored with each other. There will be no boredom in the memory, and all the beauty will be fixed there. When I think of it, my smile is as soft as the spring breeze, and I can’t afford the waves. When we parted, we showed off like two children. I said: from now on, you will never find such a arrogant and lovely little black sister like me. He said: from now on, you will never find a little northeast who loves you and loves you like me. I put the rest photo in his book, and my one was torn up long before when I was angry. When I left, I left a lot of things: notes, manuscripts and poems, some messy essays, shoes and clothes. Later, he took my notes full of words back to the northeast. Later, no news. Later, every time I moved, I still lost a lot of things. As long as there are memories and people who have been lost, I will give them to others or throw them away, except books. For a sensitive person, any small object can cause sadness or happiness. If there is no emotional change, it can only indicate that he has never entered his heart or never been deeply impressed. It’s so good that I haven’t heard from you. At the ends of the world, each side lives a small life. When someone mentions it unintentionally one day, he should write one or two sentences and smile lightly. Life is like this. Only, no news is stable. Best, he has met another girl, but don’t be as willful as me. 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…

The years

Years Kong-style gone, from this festival is passersby. The taste of the New Year seems to have its own golden age, which is undoubtedly the mark of childhood. The older you grow, the more boring you feel about the new year. Looking back at those years, I was still young. Every new year, there are always expectations. Material satisfaction, complacent. As a child, parents have already been happy to buy a new dress for them, and with so many delicious and interesting contents, the new year has become the best expectation. Now, it is gone! I don’t know where Nianwei has gone. Hometown Spring Festival, there are always some fixed procedures to go. As I grow older, I always feel that many programs are optional, even formalism. However, people always pass on from generation to generation. They are so devout and worshiped as gods. I also hold back these words and say nothing. Isn’t it? These so-called customs and customs are supported by such hidden power in interpretation. However, under the impact of modern times, many of them began to fall apart. Before the new year, cleaning is the highlight and also a thing I hate. In the day of cleaning, the dust was flying, making the house look brand new. However, with such a thorough cleaning, the fire of collecting firewood can be high. I remember countless times when I was asked to sweep the floor and clean the glass, I felt no interest at all. Every year during the Spring Festival in rural areas, Yangchun was played, and Eaves ditch was also scraped. At that time, my heart was too heavy to play, and it was hard to get through the winter vacation. I had to take part in such labor, which made my heart uncomfortable, there are 10,000 unwillingly. Often, people are not in their hearts. When the sanitation is properly packed, the Spring Festival couplets will be posted on New Year’s Eve. In the past, people were invited to write spring couplets in rural areas, but now they are printed. I prefer handwriting. Even if it is not well written, I feel it is much better than printing. Therefore, I also wrote couplets myself this year. Of course, the Spring Festival couplets in rural areas can not be posted if you want, which depends on the situation. For example, if someone at home dies, it cannot be posted. It will take several years to post it. The Spring Festival couplets are happy, while the death of someone is a funeral. Presumably, it is to tell others to continue Confucius’s so-called three-year funeral. So particular, unknown, but still continuing. Nowadays, spring couplets are basically printed and become the product of industrial assembly lines. We miss the handwritten version, which is just a trace of the former industry! Under the rolling trend, it is bound to be hard to stop. Looking forward to the ocean and sighing, it can only add sadness. The evolution of Spring Festival couplets is enough to catch a glimpse! It implies two meanings. One is that there are fewer people who can write and want to write in the village, and the other is that people also step into the vicious circle of time is efficiency. No matter what others think, anyway, I am what I want to write, even if it is regarded as writing practice. I have left so many pairs for selling couplets this year, but besides printing at the gate, I write everything else by myself. If there is a large writing brush, I will write it by myself. On New Year’s Eve, I was busy from morning to night, so busy that the sky was dark and the Sun and Moon were dim. In fact, I was busy cooking food. I used to be poor and didn’t have delicious food, so I had a good meal during the Spring Festival. But now I have been busy for a day, but I have already had enough food and wine with only a few Chopsticks. I think it’s really not worth thinking about it, even if it is unnecessary, this is probably one of the reasons why the taste of the year is gone forever. During the Spring Festival, there are also two programs that I dislike the most. That is, New Year greetings and visiting relatives. In childhood, New Year greetings were always linked to material. It was just to find some delicious candies among the door-to-door families. I don’t know what it means. As I grew older, I also began to know that the so-called New Year greeting was actually permeated with a thick family atmosphere, and the concept of home permeated into it. New Year’s greetings have become a means of solidifying the family atmosphere. But now think about it, these so-called programs should be the embodiment form of the taste of the new year! In these programs, it seems to be plain, but people are devout in inheritance. But for industrial civilization, these procedures seem redundant and ineffective. Therefore, modern people are always contradictory. On the one hand, I hope the taste of the new year, on the other hand, I hope the efficiency. It’s a little bit like having both fish and bear’s paw. No wonder we can’t find the real taste of the new year. 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…

Often back in

New Year, New Year, New Year today. The train of the Spring Festival is just like a long dragon, running again in the Spring Festival after a year. Student flow, migrant workers flow and family visit flow once again became the mainstream of the Spring Festival. The narrow and narrow carriage carried passengers from all directions shuttling through the routes from all over the country, only to send these thoughtful passengers back home earlier. I believe that no matter you are a son or a daughter, no matter you are an old person or a young person, you will go home for a reunion year during the Spring Festival. The long train carries the pain of the journey of children, just like the migrant workers wandering outside playing and singing “spring” in their own way to comfort their missing feelings. The train of the Spring Festival transportation carried away not only the relatives and relatives of children, but also the family affection that parents hoped for. 365 days a year, why did they always wait until the Spring Festival transportation to go home to see their parents, relatives and friends. Home is a common word, a warm place, and a harbor where many children miss. When you get home, you will have an indispensable and irreplaceable identity, which is the fusion of blood relationship and emotion of father, mother, son, daughter, grandfather and grandmother, it gives you the unique identification of your identity at home, which is an irreplaceable continuation of the unique blood relationship. The festival is coming, and it is also a day for children to go home to see their white-haired parents and children who are young and casual. They drink a glass of water and drink a mouthful of dishes, look at their old parents and raise their children, however, children can’t stand on their knees. They can sigh that children always take work as an excuse day by day, instead of going home often and caring for their parents’ body and mind through wireless chatting, however, I never thought how much parents hoped their children would come home often to have a look in the wireless chat, instead of chatting, and not waiting for the return visit of big bags and small bags on holidays. Their parents are getting old, what is needed is the care and care of children and the warmth of family affection! After the festival, I will be less drunk and more sober. I will accompany the old to communicate with each other about family ties to comfort the old’s lonely heart, the warm lamp at home will always illuminate the way home for children. The festival is a day to go home and relax, which will nourish and relax my parents with the tight heartstrings at ordinary times, leaning against the bed, he told his parents the problems and troubles he encountered in life and work quietly, and listened to his parents’ instruction to wash his heart. The festival is a day of reunion. The time of reunion is so short. The reunion of relatives, the reunion of old friends, drinking freely makes the body and mind relaxed. The family quietly spent the daily time, make a cup of green tea, cook a table of good dishes, beat the back and rub the shoulders for parents, and taste the life of old wine in laughter. The festival is coming, less wine markets, more home to see, let the heart have a kind of comfort, let Shen Feng’s heart really thaw. Think about the laughter on my father’s back when I was a child, the figure of my mother when she sent her children to school in the wind and rain, the affectionate exhortation of her parents to see off at the station when she joined the Army, and the caring words of her parents in, think about the deep warning from parents at work. Always go home and have a look. When parents are still alive, it is not difficult to chat with the elderly, pour a cup of tea and wash their feet. Often go home and have a look. Don’t wait until holidays, I am afraid that only staying with my parents for a quarter of an hour, a half day, cooking a meal for my parents, boiling water and cleaning it will also make my parents feel happy, it will also let your own breath surround the world of parents and make your experience safe. Friends, the years are quiet, and there is no trace of time. Let’s go home often to see the aging parents. Even if it’s just a look in the eyes, one sentence will make them happy. The journey back home is very heavy and tiring, but don’t give up the greeting for going home because of the hard work of the journey. The humpback mother in the home is leaning against the door and looking forward to the way home for her children, while the naked father is looking forward to his, the return of children and grandchildren gave the old house laughter again. I often go home and have a look at our parents. Even if I just beat their backs gently and listen to their slow words, it will smooth their heartstrings of thinking, thinking and thinking. 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…

Such

With the end of the exam, there were fewer and fewer people in the school. Most canteens also posted notices announcing that they were closed. The commercial streets crowded with hawkers on weekdays also became empty. Walking in such a university campus, there is a peace that is not common in daily life. Although it is burnt by the sun hanging above the head, there are also bursts of cool breeze. Way 1 teaching building, walking in the shadow of a big tree, cheers the wind coming occasionally. There were people studying by themselves in the classroom, all of whom were quiet girls. They sat straight and looked at the books quietly with their long hair crossed. This is the beauty which is hard to describe in words. I felt as if I was in it. In the calm classroom, I listened to the sound of the ceiling fan turning and smelt the slight smell of the shampoo floating in the air. Really beautiful, very pure, like the sky with only blue and no clouds. I stood outside and saw a little bit crazy. Lao Lang’s song “You at the same table” rang out in my mind. I went back to the age when the white clothes were fluttering. For a moment, tried to tears. The girl never looked at me, but just read. I imagined that if the girl turned around and saw someone looking at her crazily, would she show anger? Or shy or happy? Or beneath his notice? I walked over, but the girl never looked at me. In today’s world, all kinds of complicated video speech spread on the Internet. Every time I see it, I will feel a little fear and anger. We were all innocent teenagers. I stepped forward with the scorching sun. No matter what the world is like, no matter what the future is like, beauty or beauty, I am still me. I believe that such a beautiful girl will always exist, in such a classroom, in such a moment 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…