Mountains

People in the mountains are 165 kilometers from the county town to the place where they work. People who see them on the roads are basically living on the mountains, or by the river. And there are people on every mountain, which is called layer by layer! The population of the village where we work is not much, and there are more than two thousand people in the whole village. Moreover, one family in the east and one family in the West, unlike one family next to the other, there are houses and people everywhere. You will see several on this hillside and several on the opposite hillside. It seems to be very close, but actually it is not that close. The place where we work is also on the mountain, with an altitude of more than 2000. At school, we can see families on the opposite mountain (which belongs to a Tibetan township in Ganzi Prefecture), and the opposite mountain is across the Yalong River, by the river, you would never think that there are so many families on the top of the mountain which is so close to you. In fact, when night falls, you will see light on the opposite mountain. You can’t tell whether it is light or starlight, because you will feel that it has been connected with the sky! It seems that you can touch the sky as soon as you reach out, it is very beautiful! I often imagine how good it would be to build an overpass connecting the opposite mountain! All the houses in the mountain are built by stones, and even the roof is built by that kind of thin stone. This kind of stone is very large and quite distinctive. Nowadays, some people still use stones to build houses, but instead of using stones as tiles, they are covered with real tiles. A house built by Stones is a kind of art from a modern perspective. There are no walls or gates around the house, from which we can see how simple the people here are! There are many trees in front of and behind the house, and the environment is particularly good! Every family here will cut a lot of firewood neatly under the eaves, which used to be cut up the mountain, but now every family has a lot of walnut trees, so most of the trees piled up now are branches shaved from walnut trees! It can be regarded as keeping up with the pace of the times —- protecting the environment! Kaoshanchishan, from what. This sentence is perfectly reflected here! In the mountains, villagers here can eat whatever they can grow in their land. If the fruit is ripe and you want to eat, no one will scold you. Just tell the host and pick it yourself. Walnut trees and pepper trees in the mountain! In the past, people in the mountains were self-produced and self-consumed, so it was hard to sell the surplus because there was no market. Since the highway has been opened for a few years, the pepper and walnut here have become everyone’s lucky trees! If you go to their home, you will treat you warmly with the best butter tea in your home. This is Han district, but every family likes to drink butter tea, probably because it is relatively close to Ganzi Prefecture! The simplicity of mountain people makes them look more lovely! 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…

Winter snow

The gloomy sky seemed to be pressed down from the air without any transparency. It finally couldn’t bear the loneliness near the evening, scattering the white snowflakes down and fluttering into the world of mortals one after another. In the cold spring night and snow night, a kind of inexplicable loneliness made me shiver. Subconsciously, I took out the new flower carving from the wine kitchen last night and filled a large cup, standing in front of the window, staring at the snowy night sky. I don’t know whether the cloud is light or the reflection of snow. The sky is not as gloomy as the sun. The cold, quiet and turbid half moon occasionally rushes out of the wandering clouds to peep at the dust. Snow has changed the floating character, like the fine powder under the sieve, filled with the night. By accident, the cup in my hand was empty, so I realized that I had failed to live up to the excellent flower carving in the past two or ten years. Turn around and fill another cup, sip it carefully first, and rotate the taste in the mouth. The soft and mellow aftertaste spreads on the tip of the tongue, in the mouth and in the nasal cavity, it seemed that the farewell team on the bank of Jianhu Lake was just in front of us, carrying the daughter Red which had been brewed for 18 years, and surrounding the shy bride as more than half a bottle of good flowers carved into the sentimental mood, people would wander outside without knowing when they had stood in the countryside, and the snow had disappeared or fluttered or permeated. The scenery in front of them seemed familiar; It was a horrible cold, even ferocious, it was covered by ice everywhere, and even trunks and branches were tightly wrapped by ice. The dark place was gloomy, the bright place was miserable, the black and white world was as quiet as death. How I longed for the noise I was tired of everyday. My hands and feet began to be stiff in the cold and quiet, and there was still a warm current in my chest, which drove me to struggle and shout, trying to leave the Devil domain. However, it was in vain. I felt like I was cursed by the devil and could do nothing like a nightmare. My body began to freeze, and my fingers were tightly wrapped by ice like branches. It’s so cold, and it’s more quiet, so quiet that I can hear my weak heartbeat. I closed my eyes helplessly, waiting desperately to be swallowed by the devil. The dim color suddenly flashed in front of my eyes, and the team of sending relatives by blowing and beating on the bank of Jianhu Lake appeared suddenly, colorful and black and white, rich and monotonous, overlapping and squeezing, chaotic and clear, clear and chaotic, in a trance, blurred. The colorful gradually faded out, leaving a cold silence. The cold ice has completely wrapped me, and the blood in my body is going to solidify. The originally inactive thinking becomes slower, the vision becomes blurred, and the vision becomes colder and more silent, the space has quietly solidified into a flat surface, shrinking and shrinking like making PS, unexpectedly hanging in the living room. I shook my body curling on the sofa and rubbed my sleepy eyes, he sneezed and stood up, heaving a sigh of relief. It was late at night, the snow outside the window stopped, and the clouds dispersed. The west half of the moon was no longer turbid, with cold and clear glow. My photographic work hanging on the wall still enjoys its “cold silence”. In the living room, the mellow fragrance originated from Jianhu floated faintly. 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…

In powder

I like prose in my childish dream, Tao Yuanming’s “Peach Blossom Spring”, Zhu Ziqing’s “Lotus and Moonlight”, Ouyang Xiu’s “Autumn Fu”, liu zhanqiu’s “four seasons of Rain” once drove my imagination like that. Whether it is a textbook or a book, the starry sky of prose has an attraction to me. In the middle school age, the unprecedented cultural revolution was catching up, and children who could be well educated were deprived of many rights. A blessing in disguise. Because of some special reasons and circumstances at that time, I was able to hide in the forgotten corner and read the books from my house eagerly for three years. Prose written by many writers such as Zhou ZuoRen, Xu Dishan, Lin Yutang, Xu Zhimo, Liang Shiqiu, Lu Li, Bing Xin, Ba Jin, Shen Congwen, Xiao Gan, Wu Zuguang, Xu Jie, Ke Ling, Xin Di, etc, accompanying me through the dusk and night of happiness and sorrow, humiliation and endeavor, hunger and hard study made my poor life have a great fortune. Many times, I rubbed my tired eyes and looked at the starry sky before dawn through the pane. Yes, what I look up to is a starry sky, which is neither a lonely star nor a string of stars, nor a cluster of stars, but a dazzling starry sky. Although prose doesn’t have the suspense of dramatic gripping, it can be lingering for a long time with the ordinary; Although prose doesn’t have the big framework of novel, but the small length shows the ingenuity of the writer; although prose doesn’t have a broad language to gallop around the world, the courtyard is deeply covered by grass and trees, which touches my heart in this way. When I wander under the starry sky of prose again and again, no matter with happiness, sadness, joy and depression, I can’t help the years passing ruthlessly. When I am crossing the years far away today, his (her) works are still so fresh, but they are more profound and fantastic, like the vast starry sky and the wave shadow of the Milky Way. I like prose. It was only when we stepped into the autumn of life that we really began to use our own pen to write the prose that we loved when we were young girls without interruption, but it was not for publishing, sometimes some feelings and feelings are very strong, just like flowing clouds and flowing water can’t stop, so the bottom of the pen begins to flow, and the spring water is pure and crystal, just like your heart. Some people say that proses cannot be made. A good prose is a kind of inner voice, a scratch unconsciously in life, a throb and an echo of the soul. Its accumulation and emergence has its own time, which cannot be expected or overdrawn. I know: it is impossible to write a good prose without unique discovery, real experience, and subtle and abundant, deep and fresh things from my heart. Therefore, I will never force myself when I don’t want to write. When that unique voice gradually emerged from the depth of life, I would never miss the entry. Moonlight and Starlight, mountain and water can inspire my inspiration; Wind and rain, birds and insects can resonate with me; Snow and snow, flowers bloom and fall, which can affect my love. I will show my heart quietly through writing, communicate with myself, and adjust my mind repeatedly until my heart is calm and peaceful. A red rose opens when we are apart. Having witnessed the cruel reality, experienced the painful process and suffered great grievances, sadness was always as hard as a shadow to swing away, but I never blamed or hurt others. Just as my mother said: if someone hurts you, you will feel heartbroken. If you hurt others, your heart will be more painful. In those tough years, I was like this. I kept writing, recording the truth, releasing emotions, relieving depression, exclaiming depression, and releasing myself constantly. In order to get out of the predicament as soon as possible, I have thrown myself into the embrace of nature for countless times and sought another comfort. In the Pale cyan morning, I came to the dense forest where the red morning glow could not penetrate, and let the first ray of sunshine swallowed by the Forest shine my heart. When I climbed the mountain at dawn, there were only birds singing and wind. I didn’t even know when the dew wet my trousers quietly. I was not a good friend. Generally speaking, even if I was in a high mood, others would not be aware of it. But it is not so deep, but the way of communication is different from others. I like to meditate silently and murmur alone, which is the quiet narration of chamber music. The language of the article is just like the clear water, which can reflect the shadow of my heart. Friends who have read my books all say: if you don’t see you, you will know that you are a quiet woman in Jiangnan. There are mixed happiness and sorrow, aura but not atmosphere; There are soft but not free and easy; There are opinions but no personality. Mr. Liu zhanqiu said well: prose has no relationship with impetuous mentality. Because impetuous is always eager for success, eager to become famous overnight, while prose is natural, which needs to be washed through water and quiet; Prose is not destined for shallow taste. Because of the superficial and vanity, I like to expose it, while the prose would rather be lonely, like to say nothing but to be self-contained.; Prose is not destined for gorgeous appearance. Because gorgeousness depends on packaging and decoration, while proses prefer simplicity to engrave profound thoughts with plain sentences. In the past, I thought that my quiet personality, rich inner heart and delicate emotion were more suitable for writing prose. Now it seems that it is far from enough to understand these and possess these. Thank the readers for measuring the distance for me; Thank the distance for letting me know my position. As a reader, I like to travel in the starry night sky and have colorful dreams. As an author, under the starry sky of prose, I will calm myself down and work hard without asking for anything else. Zhu Qing, October 30th, 2004 like (prose editor: drops of ink into 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…

Walk

If the coarse tea and light rice can raise my common heart, then the life wandering in the fragrance of ink and calligraphy can add poetic flavor to the years and add a taste and love of life at the same time. This was the case before, especially after. There is no doubt that life wandering in the fragrance of ink and calligraphy brings a glass of wine to one’s heart, which makes life drunk and makes feelings beautiful. Yes, since my life woke up, I have been wandering between the fragrance of ink and books. At first, I just held a state of reading books casually without purpose or imagination, there is no impulse desire to write something at any time today. It is no exaggeration to say that the psychology at that time was totally out of boredom and boredom, at best to cover the lingering loneliness and loneliness in my heart. But who knows, inadvertently, he was overturned by this kind of improper and unsmooth wandering. Moreover, he even got addicted quietly later, just like a drinker, he felt tasteless and uncomfortable in his heart without drinking. I remember that there were not many books that could be read at that time, which were nothing but books that had nothing to do with the pain of life, let alone the mood at that time was not on the pen and ink. Later, I accidentally met Oriental Leisure in the afternoon, which prompted the undercurrent of my emotion and the splashing of spray. The book seems to be scattered and leisurely. However, its connotation, cultivation, temperament and insight combine the five-thousand-year-old Chinese civilization, saying that it is a graceful woman wearing cheongsam, in fact, it is more charming, more elegant and more tender than this. It is said that it is a romantic gifted scholar. In fact, the gifted scholar is ashamed when he sees it, and he has to sigh himself and retreat. It is said to be a flower or a mountain or a valley of Huilan. In fact, what it blooms is much clearer and more fragrant than a pond of Lotus. It was because of this casual encounter and guidance that life changed unconsciously from now on, including mood, thoughts, interests, soul and habits. I don’t deny that in the following years, I once had the idea of doubt or even shaking, after all, because I was young and naive at that time, after all, my life was besieged by the temptation from life, after all, my experience is shallow and I lack control. Fortunately, I can correct my mistakes and get lost. Now standing in the autumn of my life, I suddenly look back, and I am full of imagination and feelings. Yes, imagine: if we chose the so-called golden light Avenue at that time, what could be brought to life besides settling down and living without worry? Car, house, ticket? Even if all these are complete, what are the benefits to life and soul? Fortunately, I gave up in the wandering, returned to the path in the forest, and walked silently on the path. Every step forward, there were snowflakes flying over the sky of life, and every step forward, the Peach Blossom Spring of the years suddenly opened, and the willow was dark and bright, needless to say, there were flowers, wild fields and green grass waiting for me to meet and talk not far away. I smiled, of course, with tears streaming down my face. After such an experience and years baptism, my life was redefined. The beginning of the demarcation was the day when my life wandered the fragrance of writing and calligraphy. I secretly promised that I must go to the end of this road, starting from dawn to sunset. No matter what happened on the road, I would never retreat and give up easily because of the storm, rain, desert desolation, haze and thorns, even tigers and wolves blocking the road. What deserves my happiness is that I didn’t see too many storms along the way. Occasionally, I encountered a light rain and a cold wind. In front of my strength, it was only an episode that made my steps fly, make your heart lighter and faster. The years are long, the white clouds are drifting, and the life is wandering between the ink and the book. It is already a cycle of young girls. Standing at the threshold of time, looking at the scene of autumn, the melon and fruit have already been fragrant, and the fish and shrimp are full of boats. Calm life strolls freely without worry or fear, looking at the moon. Burning smoke and boiling words, playing the piano and singing, life drifted away from time and time. This is the life I want. Both heart and emotion accord with the will of my life. A lamp and a pot of tea help life wander in the fragrance of ink and books, forget troubles, purify soul and improve spiritual quality. A piece of memory and a little thought helped me to free myself from the fragrance of ink and books, pour out the fragrance of ink and books belonging to myself for the red of my years, and pour out words and sentences to let the breath of past life gather in my works, it can also be regarded as a little green spring breeze that gives life the fragrance of ink and calligraphy. It is really good for life to wander in the fragrance of ink and books. In addition to making the soul no longer barren, it can also talk with nature anytime and anywhere, embrace and hand in hand with the flower of life, and talk to each other about life, gains and losses, advance and retreat, reality and so on, all these are beneficial to improving the quality of life in the future. Yes, life is alive everywhere, but facing the same time and time, why is there always someone lamenting or even regretting in the end? There may be various reasons, and there are also different opinions. However, the winner does not understand the truth in failure and exploration, which flower of life does not open a door or a window for life itself from mediocre life? Far away, taking the author’s personal experience as an example, if it weren’t for the coarse tea and light rice to keep me upright in my heart, or if my life resolutely chose Lin Zhong Road, that is, wandering among the literary and calligraphy circles, how could there be a maverick, on the head of the years, I am a fan scarf, talking and laughing freely, passing through history and reality? In the final analysis, it is the choice and persistence of life, so I want to say that it is really good for life to wander in the fragrance of ink and books. The environment here is pleasant and the scenery is unique! When life walks in it, you will unknowingly see the small amorous feelings of the mountains! 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…

Dream

Mr. Feng Zikai was deeply influenced by Master Hongyi (Li Shutong) and believed in Buddhism all his life. He was not only a devout Buddhist, but also a cartoonist and prose master admired by the world. Mr. Feng Zikai’s paintings are very homely, and he doesn’t pursue any peculiar oddity in the landscaping and writing, but it is a profound and eternal result in the reality. The caricature he drew is simple and simple, which implies the detached intention of being born and the heart of being concerned in the world. It is the kind of touching ordinary, or the bitterness that makes people cry. Mr. Feng Zikai once said to people: the two characters of comics are meaningful, diffuse and casual. The paintings written by the wind at random can be called comics, because my feeling of caricature is the same as writing essays, but the expression tools are different either with lines or words. Mr. Feng Zikai is honest and plain, simple and natural, without any fake ornaments or falsehood. His prose is the portrayal of himself, and most of his prose narrates the life he has experienced personally and the people and things he contacts with everyday. Mr. Feng Zikai’s prose is not only the sincere expression of the main feelings, but also the profound expression of his ideological wisdom, and also the ideal writing of his spiritual pursuit. Style, rustic and candid. Mr. Feng Zikai has a constant expression motif, that is, the writing of the soul. His prose lies in nature. As clear as the cloudless blue sky, as simple as the Earth at the end of the world, as bright as spring and autumn, as green as summer and snow in winter. His prose is not only simple and natural, but also natural and simple in theme and artistic conception. Whenever I read Mr. Feng Zikai’s Comics and proses, I just wonder when our world will be less fraudulent, less persistent, more natural and more indifferent? In the 1940 s, Mr. Feng Zikai said in a speech of Xiamen University: I think people’s life can be divided into three layers; One is material life, the other is spiritual life, third, Soul Life life is such a three-story building. Recently, I was so idle in the office that I liked to sit on the sofa and ponder the meaning of Mr. Feng Zikai’s words with my eyes closed. Then I thought about it, which floor should I live on in my life? To be honest, I saw myself at the age of 40, but I didn’t even have a chance to walk in and have a look at the lowest floor building, let alone the second floor building, what is it like in the three-story building. When I was free, I thought about it carefully and felt very sad. I felt that I was still such a poor and poor fool. I know that I am an emotional person with contradictory thoughts. I am very capricious, self-respecting and arrogant in real life, especially when I am in a happy mood, there are always some irrelevant hopes for the future life. Even now, I still want to continue to wander freely in the ocean of this fantastic society. Although I know that this little mackerel is likely to be bitten by a sea dog or engulfed by a shark during the roaming journey, I don’t care much about those dangerous things. Who can live without a dream! My life dream is to draw several colorful pictures of human soul life for everyone to appreciate and ponder. My life dream is to create a group of living social villains with noses, eyes, expressions and thoughts in real social life, for everyone to read their own life and think about their future life. To be honest, what on earth are the pictures and groups of colorful figures that I often imagine in my heart? I am not very clear either. However, it seems that I have already had some hazy original pictures and groups of primitive statues of fuzzy lakes in my heart. Whether I can paint and shape some small figures of different shapes that I imagined at ordinary times. Although it is still unknown now, as long as God let me live, I will not give up my dream. At this point, I am quite confident. I know that I am stupid. I can’t paint the Mona Lisa in the West in my whole life, nor can I shape the vivid image and vivid expression in Dunhuang grottoes in our country, the Oriental Mona Lisa with smiling face and expression from the bottom of my heart. Writing here, I suddenly had such a strange idea in my heart. In this real social life, I should also own a three-story villa of my own, and the type of apartment with a big yard. The first floor is my material life; The second floor is my spiritual life; The third floor is my life with sublimated soul blended by material and spirit. It doesn’t matter at ordinary times. I just set up a shelf in the big yard of the villa, plant grapes, serve flowers and plants, make bonsai, raise birds, fish and dogs every night, as long as it doesn’t wind or rain, I sit in the yard smoking cigarettes, drinking strong tea, drinking old wine, appreciating stars, enjoying the moon, playing the zither, blowing a few songs of cucurbit gourd Silk, enjoying my mood, what a pleasant life like that! Thinking, thinking, I am so beautiful. Of course, it would be more wonderful if I could reach Mr. Feng Zikai’s state of life and life thought one day earlier. 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…

Remember

Those years when I was a journalist I am in 1985, I was employed as an editor by tourism Times magazine through strict examination. At that time, Beijing Press and Publication Bureau decided to merge the two magazines into one because there were two travel magazines, Tourism times and tourism, whose contents were similar, the name of the magazine is tourism, so we become the editors of tourism. Because tourism magazine adopted the system of editing and editing, we editors became editors and journalists rightfully and were issued to us by the State Press and Publication Administration. When I got the press card, I felt so happy in my heart. My dream from childhood finally came true. I kicked the press card in my close-fitting clothes pocket and touched it from time to time for fear that it would fly. I went to Hefei, Anhui province for the first interview, which was received by the secretary-general of Anhui Tourism Association. He arranged the three of us to the guest house of Anhui provincial government. It was a very quiet and elegant guest house, a five-star hotel-level guest house which entertained officials above the department level. It was just to hide people’s eyes and call it a guest house. The secretary-general introduced at the reception desk of the guest house that we were all officials from Beijing and cadres above the department level. Therefore, we settled in smoothly. However, we only spent one night inside, and went to climb Mount Huang the next morning. What surprised us was that we unexpectedly became celebrities that night. It turned out that in those days, a central unit took the lead to hold a meeting in Hefei, suggesting the State Council to withdraw Mount Huangshan from the District and build a city, so as to change the situation that Mount Huangshan was divided and governed at that time. The people who came to the meeting were all big heads (big heads) of famous heads. In order to strengthen the momentum, they counted the journalists we interviewed into their ranks. They drew up a suggestion and asked us to sign it. When we look at it, we are not asked to pay for it, is it just to sign it? Sign! Unexpectedly, People’s Daily published this suggestion the next day, and the fame of our journalists was also very impressive! As for me, I am the last of 67 celebrities! Hey, I became a celebrity just two days after I became a journalist! In the summer of 1986, a beauty editor and I went to Xinjiang for an interview. Director Hu, the publicity department of the tourism bureau of the autonomous region at that time, received US. We had limited travel expenses at that time, so we could only go to Urumqi, Turpan and other surrounding areas. Director Hu insisted on letting us go to Kashgar, an important city in the western part of Xinjiang. It was said that if we came to Xinjiang, we would not go to Kashgar, which meant that we had never been to Xinjiang! We also want to enjoy the charming scenery and amorous feelings there, but we are short of money! Director Hu guaranteed the ticket with confidence: go with confidence and courage! After your interview, you will return to Urumqi. I promise you can fly back to Beijing! Because director Hu’s capacity of drinking was amazing, we three drank nearly four bottles of ilitte music one night, and he did more than two bottles by himself. We were afraid that he was talking nonsense after drinking, and we were skeptical, but it was not easy to refuse flatly, so we had to bite the bullet and fly to Kashgar by plane. Ah, Bazaar (Bazaar), mosque, apricot (we went there in midsummer. If you go to Xinjiang in autumn, it will be even more beautiful. Fruits, pears and peaches will make you overwhelmed!) Let’s linger, high and low fans don’t know what to do. Living in the most advanced Hotel in Kashgar, we received a call from director Hu: you must bring a few Jin of apricot back! We thought, isn’t there apricot sold in Urumqi. Why do you want to bring apricot back from Kashgar more than 1,000 kilometers away! However, at this time, every word of director Hu was an imperial edict, and we had no reason to follow it! Therefore, we obediently claimed several Jin of apricot and returned to Urumqi by plane. Director Hu was very happy to see us back unscrupulously. He said to us mysteriously: today I will take you to meet someone who can solve your ticket back to Beijing! When we heard this, isn’t it a fantasy? The air ticket for two people costs more than 2,000 yuan! Which Immortal has such a great magical power that he can solve it with one mouth? We asked: Who has such great ability? Director Hu said mysteriously: Let’s go, bring apricot, let’s go to his house! When it came to the residence of the Immortal, director Hu finally revealed the answer: I will take you to the home of director a of Xinjiang Tourism Bureau! Today is Islamic Gould’s day. We celebrate him in the name of congratulations! The gift can’t be too heavy, too heavy, director a will not accept it! The apricot you brought back from director A’s hometown Kashgar will certainly be accepted happily and thank you! In this way, let’s have another icing on the cake, and I will teach you an Islamic greeting: sa two Mu Kun! Hearing such greetings, he will definitely find a way to solve the air ticket for you! There was no suspense in the following story. Director a solved the air ticket for us from the office expenses of the bureau, and we returned to Beijing smoothly. In 2000, I watched the whole process of the final as a guest in the knowledge and skills competition of Lushan Cup secondary tourism school. This competition was organized and initiated by China Tourism News. 26000 players from all over the country took part in the competition, and finally 10 players entered the final. The 10 finalists are all beautiful girls, and the oldest one is only 22 or 3 years old. Besides the content of the final, such as written expression, oral English, current affairs and politics, there is also a business assessment, which allows children to make beds and set dining tables. Children are familiar with these things, how can they compete with each other! I gave guidance to a young player in Tianjin temporarily: making the bed was made in front of judges and guests, but other players did not expect that it was a simulated hotel making the bed. Although it is only faster and more effective than making the bed, they do not have the factor of guests in their hearts. You have to do this: first simulate the knocking action, then ask in English and then in Chinese: Hello, can I come in and serve you? This little player was very savvy and performed vividly. He was highly praised by the judges and finally won the second place in the final. The judges gave the child the second place in the small and appropriate action of knocking at the door to say hello to the child and asking for the opinions of the guests in the hotel. Of course, I have to review, I am selfish! This girl looks very beautiful, a bit like my daughter! As a journalist, I also committed a crime and scolded officials. That was to attend the celebration of Confucius’s 2540th birthday. I came to Qufu together with several journalists in Beijing, including deputy ministerial-level cadres such as the deputy editor-in-chief of China Daily. At that time, the local leaders might not have much experience in receiving high-ranking officials. At the reception banquet, they arranged all the journalists from Beijing to eat outside the banquet hall, and their section chiefs and even section chiefs, the clerk and others were arranged into the banquet hall. When I saw it, it was too unreasonable. It was really improper to take bean bags as dry food and village heads as cadres! I entered the banquet hall, found the competent cadre of the county tourism bureau and questioned him: Do you know what level of official the deputy editor-in-chief of China Daily is? He had to answer that he didn’t know. I told him, and he was shocked. He reported to the county leaders at once, blasted all the underprivileged cadres in the banquet hall to the deputy banquet hall outside, and invited the deputy editor-in-chief of China Daily and several other bureau-level journalists to the back room, I also made a toast. As the saying goes, flowers are not popular in a hundred days, and people are not good in a thousand days. I became a journalist well and left the team of editors and journalists in the follow-up period of a political movement, becoming a freelance. However, the bad habits of the journalist have not been corrected at all. They are fond of inquiring and writing. No matter whether they recognize or not, they will write as long as they think it is worth writing about people and things. I am a former educated youth. I have written reportage, personal interview, Allegro, shilaibao and poetry for dozens of educated youth. Many of them are comrades-in-arms of the Corps that I have never met before, no matter whether people are willing to write or not, they will make comments. For example, in Western literature, they will write about Kang Chu, Yan Ran, Han Dan and Yue Xia Li, as if how capable I am. No way, reporter vices Humpty! What I want to say is that my hand feels itchy and I still have to write until I can’t write it! 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…

Time

Sometimes I also feel that the hurried time will take something away, just like taking away the silt from the river. I can see nothing at the end of the long river, and I don’t know whether the silt has sunk to the bottom, still wandering, or maybe mixed with water mist sublimated. How far can the destination of sediment be? What can be seen in the muddy sand is the bottom of the river or the shore, but not many people want to sink or run aground, so do we, what you see is the nearby bottom of the river or the bank of the river. The ocean is not clear about the distance in the future! As for the stranded silt, the burden is too heavy, and there is no expectation of swimming in the sea. I can’t see clearly what time can tell us. I have never understood, but I don’t care, time, reality, test, I am idealism, because I don’t want to cry out even in the quietest heart in a noisy place. Power is only the ideal, because only the heart can borrow power from the thin reality. Too many things are meaningless, so we have to pursue and do them. Since we are not willing, why do we feel bored? If we are unhappy about doing what we like, why do we like it! Time makes people old, while reluctant behaviors and misery against one’s will make people mature. We are called helpless and real like sand cutting in the river of time, just like sediment, it is our own muddy time, which makes us unable to see the front and the future. Moreover, because of the hurried flow of the river, we even have no time to see ourselves clearly, it is too late to recognize the direction, so we drift with the flow, or we may have struggled, and we can’t arouse any spray all the time. After all, we are just dust ,,,, but even if time pushes us to grow old, I still hope that I can be idealistic and naive, idealistic and young, and I don’t have to struggle and have no choice. Since I can’t catch it, I will drift with the comfort, the unknown future and the vague past, finally, it gently dissolves in time and in unknown dreams. 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…

Trail

The bloody canyang dragged a long figure and gradually escaped away from the distant Camel Bell. The green grass overflowed the cobblestone paved exquisite and delicate path. The towering trees on the roadside covered the sky over the ancient road, in this empty valley, the ancient road is like a fallen giant lying quietly in thorns and weeds. Have you ever remembered that the dust is flying, the merchants are like clouds, and the horseshoe is sonorous, bearing the weight again and again? At this time, you can only listen to the whispers of the insects silently, the crisp bird is singing. Stepping on the ancient road gently, I was afraid that the sound of steps woke up the sleeping history. Prosperity drifted away like smoke and clouds. Once there was fire and heat on the desolate land. Blood and tears were intertwined. With the pace of the times, it slowly fell off and fled to a long distance, leaving a sad and vigorous song, singing from the mountain wind over and over again till now. Sitting in the ancient road, listening with breath, every trace gently tells its glorious history, as if returning to yesterday when the male horse howled, the sound of wind, rain, South-to-North tune and tired footsteps intertwined, resounding through the empty valley, it warms the land. Now there is a trace of green on the silent ancient road. The dust has already become the past, but my heart cannot walk out of the flying dust, because my heart belongs to the old time and the winding and extending ancient road. Through the misty eyes, we can see through the floating magic like mist, which aroused a kind of touch in our heart. The historical footprints erase the sadness of the past and leave wisps of fragrance over the ancient road. The thousand-year-old caravans are as lonely as the shadow. In front of them is the endless ancient road, hardship and hardship. What gives them strength to move forward continuously and slowly, shouting desolate and tragic, resounding through the sky! An era creates a kind of spirit, and a kind of spirit breeds an ideal. Now this ancient road is like a collection of ancient poems, and the flowing gold of canyang is like meteors, falling into the eternal belief. The West Wind of the ancient road, the sunset, where is the heartbroken person? Praise on May 23th, 2013 (prose editor: Ink drops into 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…

[Powder

I stood by the beautiful Jianjie River. The verdant green mountains surrounded the dark green river, and the river was covered with green grass blanket. Looking far away at the river, a group of white birds were playing and foraging in a place with trees along the river. I thought they were a group of waterbirds, and a local fellow villager beside them said, “That’s a white crane. Looking around, I saw a couple of lovers on the opposite side of the river. The beautiful woman looked like a fairy in a white dress, picking flowers on the grass. The young man stared at the beautiful woman affectionately with his back against the tree, probably moved by the beautiful environment and the beauty in front of him, the young man embraced the beauty from behind, as if he had to do some intimate little tricks, and was rejected by the beauty. I was embarrassed to pay attention to them again, but I thought in my heart: men always pay attention to substantial actions, while beauties always value love. Looking up at the top of the mountain full of shrubs, I saw someone riding a tall horse and an eagle circling on the top of the mountain. I was shocked and amazed that there were still people and horses in such a high place, you could see such a vigorous eagle without the grassland. Its hovering and gliding seemed to see its vigor and toughness. Therefore, there is a desire in my heart. People are always seduced by endless desires in their whole life. When one desire comes true, almost another desire comes into being at the same time. Although our generation does not have a decent childhood. However, in our youth, there are also romance and ideals. It’s just that the age and environment we live in limit our young hearts. Therefore, I am eager to grow up. When we left the school gate and went to the society, what flooded into our mind was not only the yearning for the campus, but also the melancholy for the ignorant youth. We have to redress and look forward to a beautiful ideal. When we gradually become strong in the endless training, we have integrated into the ocean of this society, drifting with the waves and fighting the waves. When the flowing time pushes you to the shore again and your children are on a par with you; When your leaders and colleagues add an old word in front of the address completely out of respect; when you are facing a new young colleague who calls you a senior; Please stop and look back, whether you have been quietly struggling for more than 30 years? Do you think you should slow down and enjoy a peaceful and comfortable life? And is this peace and comfort hidden in your heart all the time? Once upon a time, could we forget it? In the rolling world of mortals, we live so tired and pursue fame and wealth. There are not only the craziness of being proud after success, but also the frustration of being left out after failure. At least we can’t let those desires once expand, leave some time for ourselves, and don’t let our hearts lack oxygen. Leave some time for yourself, temporarily forget the trouble of work, and be intoxicated in the atmosphere of no mess of silk and bamboo, no labor of documents. Release the innocence in the deep heart, look for the fairyland with sunset clouds and lonely flocks flying together, and the autumn water will grow into the sky. Strolling in the fields and villages, enjoying the charming scenery of the bright moon and pine trees and the clear spring and stone streams. Immersed in beautiful thoughts, there is no trace of distracting thoughts, only beautiful emotions. Leave some time for yourself to better imagine. We don’t have more time to visit, but we can let our hearts fly. Therefore, I leafed through a Book of Tang and Song poems that I liked, and talked with the sage, as if I was intoxicated in the boundless frontier with high wind and dark night. Then he held the pen in his hand, intoxicated in the cadence of words. Every time, I will let my heart snow and wash away the dust of my heart. Then, my heart will be as bright as a wash, full of sunshine. 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…

Green

Retirement can’t return the green affection. Every year on the Bayi Army Day, the fleeting military career is boiling in my heart! Looking back on the past, I think hard and sweet. This great historical festival commemorating the founding of the Army, love leads my green youth, and I am destined to be a man in the Army in my life. Although it has passed, Bayi in the calendar seems to have a stronger feeling and a deeper meaning, like a spring rain falling on petals. The past enters the heart and is fresh and stretches in the wind and rain. Not all experiences in life will cause memories, but there is a kind of beauty and feeling that does not need too many words to put on the lips, and has been hidden in the deep heart silently nostalgia. Time slips away silently between the fingers. The things that have passed for a long time seem to be yesterday, and the throbbing heart is always in the dream. No matter how young people are, flowers will bloom again. When youth in life has passed, only the fragrance in memory floats in the long river of time. When I stepped into the youth of my early age, I said goodbye to my hometown and relatives, stepped into the military camp life, and became a soldier who practiced fighting with guns, not to mention the eloquence and heroic words of defending the motherland, but I can’t forget that I was once a soldier. In the rain of bullets, the heroic ancestors won great victories one after another with their blood and lives, composed a series of heroic praises, and forged Bayi of historical significance with a shot! In the festival commemorating the birth and establishment of the Army, although I didn’t experience gunfire and smoke, fought bloody battles on the battlefield and endured the test of life and death, I paid the most precious youth in my life. In the iron camp, the flowing soldiers took the guns in the hands of the heroic ancestors, shouldered the sacred mission and responsibility of the soldiers, and passed on the baton of history with bitter and tiring dedication. The bright red Bayi Army flag is always solemn and sacred in my heart. I have sweated, shed tears and laughed for you. I have forged deep love with you with my passionate youth and left today’s love. Wearing red collar flowers on the military uniform, Bayi is shining in the red star. In today’s days, how can I forget that I haven’t got up early in the morning in the Green Age, sleep in a daze and hear the sound of mobile phone text messages, I got up and picked up my cell phone and clicked on the text message: the Army Day is coming again. I wish my comrades a happy holiday and keep young forever! What a warm blessing to look back at, the kind name reminds me of a familiar face, feeling very warm! Today’s warm words are enough to impress people, let alone the most unforgettable period of my youth. Time passed by, and the wind and frost of the years blew the Buddha’s face and gradually grew old. However, the memory still fresh in the old calendar pursued the trace of the years, and couldn’t help returning to the front of my eyes and joining the party in the Army, having won the thir, he was rated as an excellent soldier twice, and found a way out after being retired after being awarded several times. Most of the time, he just kept his heart in mind and tried hard on himself, and seldom showed off the history of becoming a soldier in front of people. In the afternoon, the company leaders talked freely with all the retired soldiers, recalling the past year and feeling today in a word. The troops who had passed by told me sincerely that their feelings were so deep-rooted and their cheeks looked so devout and moved. The atmosphere on the scene was not full of laughter and excitement, but recalled in the quiet and secluded words. The company is always a soldier born. Since the transfer of Beijing base, every year Bayi convened a group of retired soldiers to have a discussion and dinner. This kind of love and kindness is nothing more than the original feelings of an old soldier. I thank him from the bottom of my heart for creating such a warm party, wonderful memories and happy feelings, which even reminded me of the camp life with straight lines and squares. At night, I raised a glass and drank with great hospitality at the table, cup after cup of feeling the past, love sprinkling glasses, love in Bayi! I was intoxicated with the nostalgia in my heart. What I drank was wine, and what I swallowed was the green soldier’s heart which was stronger, more mellow and more generous than wine. Bayi is a military Festival. Although I have said goodbye to the Army for many years, my love is forever and my heart is still the same! I remembered that my Frontier was in the southwest of our motherland, in the frontier of Sichuan Basin, in a remote place where the rolling mountains and barracks were at the foot of the mountain, leaving my figure and footprints as a soldier, which is my second hometown in this special day, Bayi is the bond of love for retired soldiers, the fragments of youth printed in my heart, like crystal clear pearls playing back in my mind! The life of the Army is dull and boring. I often look at the moon and the starry sky in the silent night and let my thoughts fly all over the sky, and learn another beauty and taste of life from it. Training, eating and sleeping, even if there are too many constraints and restrictions in spare time and many freedom owned by peers are lost, the beautiful youth no longer belongs to me, more belongs to the National Defense green worn on the body. He wore green military uniform, red collar flowers, Bayi Military emblem big brim hat and a pair of green liberation shoes. There are also green military quilts, green shoulder bags, green water bottles, green jars, green straps and so on, which are planted in green barracks, embracing a touch of green life with youth. The Army life is accompanied by singing every day, singing military songs and shouting slogans are the characteristics of military camps, which are the sharp tools to boost spirit and morale, to express emotions, to relieve depression and to delight body and mind. Singing is the most romantic life form in the military camp. However, this kind of romance does not need any cost. The innocence and simplicity of the original ecology do not need accompaniment, resounding in every corner of the military camp and resounding in the tunnel of time. Now whenever I miss the days in the military camp, I often sing the military songs in my memory and return to the military camp that I miss all the time with the songs! Although he had retired, he could not lose the love of soldiers. He was only a soldier for a few years, but he stayed in his heart for a lifetime! Although I have taken off my military uniform, I can’t take off the green figure in my mind. The green uniform of fleeting time goes deep into my bone marrow like a blood relationship factor. I often think of that green military uniform with my green face, reproduce that period of youth on August 16, 2014 Wen/kouxin QQ2567067282 like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…