Cannot

In the evening, my uncle called me and said that something happened to my father. The old couple quarreled a lot at home and fought with each other. My father was so angry that he couldn’t stand it. He asked me to buy quick-acting heart-saving pills and send them to me. My father was always strong and had never heard of heart problems. It was midnight again, and the drugstore was closed. But it was so urgent that I couldn’t ask carefully. I quickly found a friend who was familiar with me and had a history of heart disease to borrow quick-acting heart-saving pills. I ran to my mother’s home with my lover and saw my mother standing aside without saying a word, both my aunt and uncle persuaded and comforted my father. I took out the medicine and asked my aunt to arrange my father to take it. When my father calmed down, he asked for the reason. When he told me the truth, although I had been used to getting along with my parents since I was a child, I was still angry and helpless. It turned out that my father was angry just because of what my mother said casually while watching TV. So my father used to slap his mother, and at this time my mother was not as weak as when she was young, he picked up the slippers at his feet and threw them at his father. His father was stunned by the slippers hitting him. His heart beat abnormally immediately, not because of the pain of being hit by the slippers, but because of his mother’s actions, he was severely frightened, he covered his heart and squatted on the ground, and no longer continued to punch his mother. My mother was also scared, so she called my uncle and them immediately. After we all arrived, my father said angrily: how dare she fight back and hit me! Now my parents are both over 60 years old. Every time I tell them about this past event more than ten years ago, my father is still angry, but his spirit is obviously lost; My mother is very proud of her feat, because that night, all of our relatives didn’t sympathize with my father because he was beaten, let alone criticize my mother. Since then, father’s irritable character has gradually calmed down, and his respect for mother has increased day by day. They no longer quarrel, scold and fight because of poverty, tiredness and trivial things as they did when they were young. My parents are very simple and hardworking farmers. My father has a little culture and has been doing financial work in rural enterprises all the time, but he still needs to cultivate more than a dozen mu of land in his family, heavy work made him irritable. His mother was hardworking, frugal, tolerant and kind, inheriting the traditional virtues of Chinese women. The memory of his father when he was young was always tiny or even unknown, she lost her temper to her mother and even made fists. Most of the time, her mother always wiped her tears and said something irrelevant to her neighbor who came to inquire, not to mention her father’s fault, but the years changed year after year, there is almost no obvious change in our family’s life. The contradiction between parents is their character, but the concept is unprecedentedly consistent. No matter how hard or poor the family is, the reading of our sister, brother and sister is never delayed. His father’s bad temper didn’t mean his good moral character. He was smart, diligent and dedicated. He worked well in the unit and loved learning. He became a self-taught accountant. My mother is a rural woman who combines traditional virtues. Our three children finished their studies in different places with excellent performance in their quarrels, became successful and married, and left them one by one to form their own families. I am the eldest daughter of the family, she gradually stood beside her mother when she was a teenager to defend her, resolutely protesting her father’s use of force against her mother. For this reason, she once got his father’s fists for several times, but I didn’t compromise, he led his sister-in-law to support his mother tenaciously against his father’s irritable and male chauvinism in his heart. However, after we all got married, my mother became a strong woman, and she dared to fight against my father. She didn’t have the weak and good character when she was young at all. She say for children endure forever, now children large, she not afraid children not parents poor, cannot bear. Father’s character became more and more mild, and his heart became more and more soft. Every time we went back home and gathered around our mother, my father always asked for her advice on this aspect like flatter. At this time, my mother was proud and proud like a victorious general. But if I mentioned something wrong with my father, my mother would speak for him in every way, saying his advantages and that he was just bad temper. Occasionally, I would tell me quietly: if I care about him when he was young, I would like to kick him now. I said: Then we three sisters and sisters will treat him badly in the future, but only treat you well, OK? Mother then said, “How can that work? After all, it’s your father. That tone was afraid that we ignored father. Every time I went shopping with my mother, what I ate at last was all my father’s. My mother always carried a heavy bag, just like the general who went back to the court and returned to the old couple’s home, and there is almost nothing of its own in it. I remember a friend said: Our family is full of cocoons, mother’s tongue is full of cocoons, father’s heart is full of cocoons, and I have heard a thick layer of cocoons since I was young. Calluses protect their own territory. Tearing each other’s cocoons is also a pleasure of life. We learned father’s calmness and understood mother’s tolerance. They had never said sweet words in their whole life, but they had solid love for life. They used the indulgence of One Life to clear up the gratitude and resentment of several generations, make the family happy and the life peaceful. 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…

In road

I don’t know when I started to have the same dream. In my dream, I was still an ignorant teenager, either walking to school or walking to grandma’s house. Anyway, I always walked on the road. Coming out from home to the west, passing a long alley, Jia Xiaofei’s home, Zhao Lili’s home, and then Han Sannai’s home at the corner to the north, there is also a road. On the west side of the road is a large rectangular cesspit, in which the feces of the production team are retched all the year round. There are pig manure, horse manure, dead cats, rotten dogs and so on, so it smells bad all the year round. When there is no rain, it is full of Abutilon and dog urine Moss (a poisonous mushroom), and there are also horse manure bags (Mabo) like steamed buns. Horse manure bag can stop bleeding. When we were young, our hands and feet were accidentally cut and bleeding. My mother removed the yellow skin of horse manure bag paper, took out some light smoke powder from the inside and smeared it on the wound, the blood stopped immediately. Such a good thing should grow in such a filthy place, which makes me feel incredible. When it rains, the cesspit will be filled with rain, like a bright mirror, and the bottom cannot be seen. All its filth and ugliness, It is temporarily covered by water. But I know that the world under water is more horrible. When I go to school on rainy days, my mother never forgets to tell me again and again: walk against the wall and stay away from that big cesspit! So I always walked against the wall of Lao Han’s house. Even now, when I cross the alley, I still like to walk beside the wall. Anyway, I think only in that way can I be safe. At the end of this road, what came into my eyes suddenly was a tall building moving from east to west, which was the earliest cinema in daguben town. There are no windows on the whole wall, but there are two open wooden doors on the easternmost side of the wall as the entrance. On the west side, there is a small concrete blackboard with chalk writing the films and ticket prices shown on that day. In the lower right corner of the blackboard, there was a small window covered by the board, and a round hole was opened on the board which could only let hands in and out, which was reserved for customers to buy tickets. People can judge whether the movie is good or bad by the ticket price of 150 cents. Films of two or three cents are generally foreign films. In this place, I still have a deep memory. It was early in the morning or early in the morning, and the year was seven or eight years after my father finished the college entrance examination as a private teacher. Later, I speculated that the time was about August. On the way back, my father and I didn’t know what to do, we met Liu Baolin, the then commune secretary. He told my dad that you were admitted to college. My dad asked him, is it true? Liu Baolin immediately said humorously: Anyway, there is a college admission notice of Hai Baolin in middle school. I don’t know whether it is you or not. After saying that, he left without looking back. What fell in my eyes was his fat and slightly fat back. My dad was very excited when he heard the news. He knew that a moment to change his fate finally came. Time always needs to precipitate, and things that can precipitate without being washed away by the long river of time are always heavy, profound, or valuable. When people whitewash the past with various gorgeous words and cover up the fact, the past will lose its original heavy, profound and valuable meaning. Nowadays children can’t feel the feeling of mud. But when I was young, I hated these two words very much. The mud not only twisted many pairs of my shoes, but also caused my left ankle fracture. Till now, I still have a faint pain in rainy days. So I know better than others how terrible mud is. 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…

Growth

In a trance, wake up. Time is like what I said. I haven’t had time to count my memory before I was fifteen years old. Can’t remember. There are many people in this world. Various. Thousands of millions. I can’t balance anyone. Sure. You also. Totally different memories. There are many unknowns hidden, which cannot be recognized. This is the law of nature. Sure. This is just my opinion. Fickleness. By chance, my dad affirmed my doubts and dreams. I no ability. I no capital. Dreams are simply too far behind. Is. Perhaps many years after. I will certainly laugh when I look back. Is. Maybe young people are all kind children. I never denied. There are some things I said when I was young and really wanted to do. Maybe I have done them too. After years, you can also give up. Life will change you. How sharp the edges and corners will be smooth. Don’t worry, you will definitely experience it. Because we all have to experience. Because the more experience I have, the more I am not the child who has never experienced before. All the good thoughts and all the purity do not exist any more. Grow. My definition. The white paper is dyed in different colors. It is also a painting, nor a painting. Non-from painter. Yi Yubai wrote different writing styles on the paper. It is also a book, not a book. Non-from writer. 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…

A curtain

A curtain of dreams on the bus this morning, there were not many people, but there were no seats left. As soon as I got on the bus, I found a slightly empty territory and stood up, looking out of the window bored: outside the window, the drizzle was misty. Trees, houses and people in the distance were all covered in the drizzle, like a layer of gauze. Inside the window, it was extremely quiet, as if the people in the car hadn’t recovered from the black and sweet dreamland. All of a sudden, a faint music sounded. At first, I thought whose phone rang. But this music has been sung repeatedly and softly for many times. Suddenly realize that this is not a ringtone, but someone is listening to a song consciously. Listening with breath, I heard that music was a familiar song called a curtain of deep dreams by people of our age: I have a curtain of deep dreams, and I don’t know who I can share? How many secrets are in it, and no one can understand the complaint. It was deeply exposed outside the window, and the fallen flowers became tombs tonight. Spring came and went without a trace, leaving only a curtain of deep dreams and sorrows. The lingering music kept circling around the beam in the huge space, I was also intoxicated by the melodious music. A sudden brake woke up the people in the car, but the music didn’t stop and continued to drift out from an invisible corner. Who can understand my feelings, who will be tender, if you can know each other and meet each other, a curtain of deep dreams in such a misty morning, what kind of person will the owner of playing such a music in this situation be? I can’t help paying attention to it with great interest. I looked over with the music leading the way, and my sight stayed on the back of a strange man, from his shallow flat head, black clothes, the burly figure judged that the music owner was about thirty years old. He was so young that he actually liked such a sentimental music. What resonance would he have in his heart? What kind of confused dream should he have, and how should he look forward to a person who can share a curtain of deep dreams with him? The rain outside the window was still lingering underground, covering trees and houses in the distance, as well as people and Hearts nearby. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

It’s not

In April, when spring blossoms and mountain flowers are romantic, the 23rd of last week was World Reading Day. As the chief director, I said in the opening remarks: Books are the precious wealth of human beings and the crystallization of experience, it is the cornerstone of the future. The activity lasted for more than two hours in a tense and orderly manner. Teachers and students also experienced the charm of classic and the extensive and profound Sinochem culture. I am also happy that I can do something practical for the school, and the leaders of the school also approve of this activity, it also brought me a little relaxation and comfort during my two-month suffering of dizziness and dizziness. However, when I counted the winning list of classic reading, I suddenly found a special phenomenon: there were 20 contestants, all of whom were Tongsu students, and none of whom were boarders. This phenomenon made me wonder secretly why this one-sided situation came into being. I tried to find the answer, because I was going to take the exam soon and didn’t think seriously at that time. This evening, when I was walking alone on the standardized playground, I thought of the scene of going to the village school on the 22nd, which seemed to find the answer, and then I thought of the two-month study of educational theory, it strengthened my opinion. After 8:00 a.m. on the 22nd, the air was fresh and the sun was shining. The car we took was driving on the 205 national highway beside Nanpu River. We arrived at a school in a few minutes. I am also very familiar with the principals and teachers of the school, after meeting, everyone was also very enthusiastic. After routine work, I talked about the hardship in the village school as well as the hardship in the village school. I also had real feelings, but they are still in the village school up to now. Then we went to another school, which I will never forget in my life. It was there that I studied hard by myself and finally went to the campus of the university, when other teachers were talking and laughing with the headmaster of this school, I walked to the bridge beside the stream. The stream under the bridge was gurgling, clear and bright, with green mountains in the distance filled with smoke, trees swaying and green. Looking at the earth-shaking changes in today’s village, I was deeply touched and seemed to find the answer to something. I suddenly felt enlightened when I was still recalling the past little by little, the phone rang, I walked from the middle of the bridge to the direction of the school, and soon arrived at the school. The principal and I walked into the office hand in hand. The teachers also knew some situations of me in this school, when I asked these questions, I also knew everything. The atmosphere was really pleasant. During the conversation, the principal said: in a few years, the principals of our village schools will retire. I don’t know who will come here to teach in the future? As soon as the conversation was opened, everyone talked about it. The teachers I went with all admired the persistence and sacrifice of the principals of the village school very much, and praised them for their decades of trials and hardships. This is the noble professional ethics of the village school principals and teachers, reaching the state of high mountains. The contributions made by decades of ups and downs can shine with the sun and the moon, and be with the mountains and rivers! If it weren’t for this reading contest of classic and this Test experience, I would still be intoxicated by the high moral integrity of the village school principals and teachers. I analyzed their respective professional qualities carefully, and felt that there were quite a lot to be improved, because in the activities of implementing one teacher, one excellent lesson, one lesson and one famous teacher, quite a big joke came out, which may be the reason why parents don’t like teachers after aging, while doctors prefer elderly patients. There are dozens of boarding students in the school, almost all of whom come from village schools. These students were almost taught by those principals and teachers before entering the Central School, the knowledge and learning habits they learned in village schools directly affect their learning and development in central schools. I have investigated the students with learning difficulties in the Central School, and some students with learning difficulties have their learning habits and grades to an incredible level. Although there are personality differences in people’s growth, people’s abilities are also various, and the standards of talents are more diversified, however, without the accumulation of certain knowledge, it is also difficult to have greater development, I believe everyone may agree with this point. (I hope there are netizens who read this article, there is no need to discuss, and I don’t want to argue.) These lodgers have free nutritious breakfast provided by the government in the morning, and their study conditions are also very good. They also have plenty of study time in school. Most of them are in good health and full of energy, I spent a lot of time studying, but why didn’t a boarding student participate in the classic reading contest? There are many reasons, but there is no doubt that one thing is related to their early study in village schools. When we are saying: Reading can not change the length of life, but can change the width of life. Reading can not change the beginning of life, but can change the end of life. At that time, do you start from your own behavior? Maybe your behavior will solve Qian Xuesen’s question inadvertently. Why can’t our school cultivate outstanding talents? The sky is beautiful, and there is no spring breeze in the world. When we eulogize teachers’ selfless dedication and responsibility, should our supervision be scientific? Is it necessary for us to have more perfect quality? It is time for us to think and act! It’s not to expect! 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…

Life

Memory of Collection: when it comes to collection, it seems to be a very distant thing. In other words, it was a story that would disappear forever. When I was young, when it came to festivals and new year, my family would take out the candies they bought early and put them on the table. A girl’s eyes were immediately attracted by the transparent candy paper. I like the transparency of candy paper very much. In order to get it, I have to eat sugar. But I was born to dislike eating sugar. Helpless, just staring at people who eat sugar. Otherwise, they would stick to their parents or elder brothers and sisters, and peel the candy to them politely. I got candy paper and their praise, so I felt very happy. I put pieces of transparent candy paper in the book. After a period of time, I went to school and showed off to my classmates. Facing the sunshine, I placed a piece of candy paper flat and neatly in my palm. Slowly, the two sides of the candy paper were magically tilted, and the transparent corners reflected the luster of the sun. The gloss brightened the surprised eyes of a group of girls. They all did what they wanted, smiling. The happiness at that moment was deeply engraved in the girl’s heart. Now I think it is my initial collection, which belongs to the primary stage of collection. My collection career started from this. When I entered middle school, I got a stamp with an incomplete corner by chance. The pattern of the stamp is Meiyuan with a face value of 8 points. Rich patterns, fine lines and complicated colors. A small stamp is so rich in content and beautiful in pattern. I was attracted at once. It happened that the Youth Daily subscribed at that time often introduced the knowledge of stamp collection. At this time, my newspaper clippings were revealed. I cut down those introductions one by one, and specially found a notebook to paste. The value of a piece of red in the motherland, the appearance of the Dragon stamp, the origin of the first stamp, the shape of the triangle stamp and so on are all known through newspaper clipping. Unfortunately, this newspaper clippings was lost later. The communication mode in 1980 s mainly relied on letters. Therefore, it is very convenient to collect stamps. I found out all the old envelopes at home, cut off all the stamps with my parents’ consent, and soaked them in pots filled with water one by one. After a while, gently wash away the glue on the back one by one, carefully clip it out with pliers, spread it on the newspaper office, absorb water and dry it. When the stamps are dry, put them into the stamp album one by one. Stamp Collection books and pliers are all bought with pocket money. After searching for the envelope at home, it wrapped around my brother and sister and asked them to ask their classmates for it. My father went on a business trip and went abroad. He wanted nothing but stamps. As a result, my father sent letters to his home one by one. Without words, he had to send a letter home in a few words. As a result, there are more foreign stamps in hand than domestic ones. At that time, there were also many people collecting stamps. I remembered that I once ran to the front door of the post office. Many people are there, watching, buying and selling. I also got along with it, pretending to be an old stamp collector, listening, watching, walking, taking the opportunity to learn a lot of knowledge about authentication and collecting stamps. So on. I also bought a zodiac stamp. Two months ago, the Post Office was torn down. A few days ago, I passed there, facing the ruins, and paid tribute for a minute. I was busy with this career happily, which lasted for the whole middle school era. 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…

san yue

The enthusiastic introduction of the tour guide gave me a sense of pride that I hadn’t seen for a long time. I didn’t expect that my hometown was like this! The eyebrows in my eyes are full of pride! On the endless tidal flat, the windmills of the wind power station leisurely rotate its huge blades in the afternoon sunshine. It’s a scenery. I remember that there was once a vast land of Artemisia Salina! And the boundless thatched ground, the waves of thatched grass shining with silver light, the thatched needles with longing in early spring, those little figures running excitedly, the cheers of a group of adults and children, I was pulled back from my memory, watching them running excitedly on the ebb which was out of the tide in rain boots. When they found a clam, they smiled happily and were satisfied, I couldn’t help thinking that we were on the familiar beach at that time. We grabbed our toes and walked carefully. Dad clapped hard (the tool for picking clams). We picked them up happily, clams, mud snails, picking up, we ran away, we ran against the Sun, playing, joy overflowed the whole beach, overflowed everyone’s face, in the dreamy morning glow, frozen into eternity, eternal Memory home! With Mom’s call, we followed dad’s full burden, chasing and running. How could we care about the mud on my face! We had a good time here, then we set off for the Forest Park. On the seawall, there was a quiet National Road. We could not see its original appearance completely. The seawall at that time, in fact, it was a little terrible. The gravel road was crushed out one by one by wheels. Large and small mud pits were driven by trucks in the port, and dust was raised all over the sky,. At that time, I felt very annoying. Adults all wrapped their heads with towels, leaving only eyes. We also learn to do this, but adults always sit on trucks with their eyes closed and take a nap, while we are staring at the scenery and sunshine all the way, A string of glittering and white locust flowers drooped down from the tree with laughter. It was heavy, and sometimes we touched our heads mischievously, smoothly stroked down a string, put it on the tip of the nose and sucked deeply greedily, we are used to the harvest season in this warm spring and blooming season. This seems to be different from others’ harvest season. Everyone’s harvest season should be in autumn, while ours is in spring. In spring, the fish and shrimps seemed to be active, and fathers began to go out to sea. Every day, mothers would go to the seaside to pick up the harbor, watching the boat returning with full load approaching slowly from the distant sea, everyone’s face was full of sunshine, and I always had the brightest smile at the moment my father handed me the conch. I like collecting all kinds of conch, big and small. It seems that my father can surprise me every time. Looking at the lush forest park, my memory was opened again. I suddenly became alert, whether I am old or not, why are memories in my mind? This is the place where we used to ride bicycles crazily, where we used to have a picnic, where we used to pick wild strawberries. We have seen them one by one, and it seems that there are still marks at that time, the laughter at that time, the snow disappeared 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…

Month,

In May, I stood in the path of time and grazed my soul. I closed my eyes and looked back at the past. I had experienced several vicissitudes and ups and downs, and everything in my life was like smoke and clouds. The Four Seasons of Life, the alternation of cold and summer, have entered the autumn of life in a flash. That young frivolous and impulsion has been wiped out by the years. That young ambition and arrogance have been worn out by the years. What deposits on the edge of the years is a sense of indifference, A quiet, a water-like Zen, a tranquil feeling; Along the way, I gradually learned to accept everything safely and understand to let everything go calmly. Life can only be understood through experience. Therefore, I put aside the troubles of the world of mortals and found a quiet resting place for my soul in a corner of time. At a lost and lonely moment, I knocked at the door of the words and met them. When I saw them, they seemed to be the same as before, and when I saw them, I fell in love with them. It is more like an endless infatuated encounter with clear water. I am greedily rippling in the ocean of words, and I am as infatuated as I am. The warning words in the book, Buddhist theories, poetic rhymes and lyrics, the deep shock moistens the pale, empty and impetuous soul in this world. Every time I read the heart, I entered the country in a flurry, or regarded myself as the Green Lotus in the clear pool, devoting myself to meditation, just waiting for the passing of the five hundred years once, or think of yourself as the beauty who is full of poetic charm and lyrics in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, or as the white fox who has practiced for thousands of years; At the dim light in the dead of night, solo singing quietly bathed in the blue waves of words, the dry soul gradually became warm and plump, and the stale thoughts gradually purified and sublimated. In the world, people and people, the fate of people and things are linked by fate. I am destined with words, and I have met some people who are destined with words. When I met teacher wheat, my literary dream had the motivation and direction to move forward; He was devoted to his work, approachable, enthusiastic and honest, and he patiently and meticulously explained the writing skills and ideas to me; I took pains to teach me to revise the manuscript over and over again. Under his encouragement, encouragement and guidance, I aroused my enthusiasm for creation and made my literary dream have a little hope. When I saw the first manuscript published in Qilian Mountain Journal, when the wheat teacher handed me the manuscript fee seriously, I was ecstatic and at a loss with excitement. What moved me most was that he not only respected the writer’s creation achievements and Labor, but also gave more support and encouragement. Teacher wheat gave me several books and earnestly instructed me to read more, write more, practice more and observe more. Since then, I went out of the narrow and indulged self-space and began to read more articles, search for more literature materials; Explore boldly on the road of literature. Here, I would like to thank teacher wheat for opening my dream of writing and giving me confidence in writing! In May, under the recommendation and active efforts of wheat teacher, I participated in the first training class for young writers in Haibei state held in Xihai town. In the training class, I met chaisen Aola, yuanshangcao (Zhao Yuanwen), teachers Ma Haiyi, Guo Jianqiang, well-known writers, poets and many literature lovers in Haibei, listened to teachers’ incisive article comments and wonderful writing experience, it made me feel enlightened and enlightened; Through the study of the training class, I learned a lot. It was the first time that I heard and learned some writing methods and skills. Through learning, I realized that I was superficial in literature experience and creation knowledge, and felt how scarce my knowledge accumulation was. I was more eager to be mature in writing, I am eager for myself to go further on the stage of literature and blossom the flower buds I cultivated in the Grass Garden of Haibei literature! I would like to thank the propaganda department of the State Committee and the State Federation of Literature and Art for building a platform for learning and communication, where literature lovers can learn from each other, learn from each other’s strong points and build deep friendship. Thanks to Mr. yuan shangcao for encouraging and supporting me to be diligent in writing and learning, which added me a lot of confidence and courage to myself. I also learned from others that the teacher haraocao loved talents as much as his life. He would do anything to find and visit a long way for a literary enthusiast he never knew before, conversation in order to let literature lovers show their talents to the greatest extent, they will constantly encourage and comfort them, and provide some platforms for learning and communication as much as possible. With the feelings of an ordinary person, Mr. yuan shangcao gave selfless help and care to the literature lovers in Haibei. How many people’s hearts were touched by his dedication and generosity, gentleness and tenderness? Let them no longer wander at the gate of the Palace of literature, let them strengthen their confidence on the road of literature, work hard and realize their dreams! At this moment, I use my heart and pen to write my feelings for you. Every word is full of my touch and gratitude. In May in Haibei, walking on the Silver Beach grassland in spring, a wisp of breeze comforting the soul, a sunny mood, an ardent reminder and a warm encouragement; Gentle the first encounter, become the eternal memory in your heart! Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Life

The third memory of Collection: Open the stamp book, open the box, pieces of hard matchboxes, pieces of rich stamps, lighters one by one, and present them one by one. Walking from the depth of time, I was speechless to describe the dusty memories one by one, the stories of time one by one, a different mood and a period of time that could not be recovered. There is always the image of a young girl floating in front of us, which seems to touch the simple busyness, simple happiness and simple loneliness of those years. On a bright sunny day and a warm afternoon, the Sun splashed on the desk through the window glass. Sitting in front of the desk, doing homework, reading extra-curricular books and looking at these collections in the corner of the desk. Tired, tired, look out of the window, blue sky and white clouds, green and lush, leaves swaying. How many afternoons a young girl has spent in such a state. That kind of purity and happiness is no longer available now. Each of these objects depicts a period of annual rings. Ignorance flows in the beautiful stamps, and youth slides through the shiny surface of the lighter. I have carefully collected it, and I have been reluctant to discard it. I cherish it infinitely. It is not only the object itself, but also a collection of my feelings and happiness in the passing time. How many times, sitting in front of the articles of time, staring at the road of youth when you come. At this moment, the clock stops. Time, youth and purity are not in books, but attached to this piece and one piece. They cover the changes of time, hide the passing of time, hide beside themselves, wait for themselves to open them, recall and recall. When I opened them, the objects were as fresh as before, glittering and vivid. One by one, they told me the stories of Green years silently, telling me the simple happiness of a young girl. Closing them seems to cover a period of unforgettable time and collect a story of time. If we say that it was a simple collection at the beginning, then now we are collecting an unforgettable period of time, a simple happiness, a simple mood and a story of time. They are far away from themselves and can never come back. I can only recall, sigh and look forward to these things. Candy paper, cigarette paper, lost when lost, unfortunately, unfortunately, will not come back. As time goes by, youth is no longer there, and the story of time can only be left in the time like water, which cannot flow back. If you can save it well, you can only save your mood and happiness. 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…

Light

Inside the iron fence on Guangming Road, under a row of tall poplar trees, there was a row of rare but clean red brick houses. At the door of a room, my son wants to deliver water here. At that time, the sound of the city came from the street, bustling, unspeakable, vulgar and mysterious. What worries me is that my son is going to be all right, these medications delivered in different liquids. The figure of my son who was jumping just now, watching the Black Cat police chief in the TV for a few times in the room, but now he says one sentence after another: I am going to grow taller, and I can’t understand anything, I’m almost four years old? Why can’t I understand? I am four years old? Adults dare not look at it, but it is dangerous. Spiderman is changed by spiders. He sat under the tall poplar tree, on a chair made of steel welded, waving the left hand without needle tube, with a serious expression, as if there was no pain at all. Seeing that the liquid of the medicine dropped down at the last dropper, he urged me to pull out the injection. Hey, the suffering child. I was in a state of confusion and didn’t know what to do. My son had a low fever and kept wandering melancholy between 37 degrees and 38 degrees. He had been delivering water for nearly half a month and changed to three clinics, still wandering melancholy. Several doctors had no other ways. They asked the elder sisters of the unit, saying that when children were young, they always had low fever and could not find out the cause and effect, although they all survived well in the end. I have no choice but to worry about it. Gao Yang, who was in the Health Care Hospital after pulling out the needle tube, saw that the sunset in the distance had gradually fallen into the twilight; On the huge wall of the West, a corner of the gloomy twilight, a few Sunset clouds, like a weak child smearing light color casually, he told me that the secret which was hard to be known was hidden in the depth of the child’s handwriting and the colorful sunset glow. How to get inside the child’s body? And the child’s heart? So many mysteries? Melt Yourself into wisps, or crush into air to enter the profound field or space-time? But my son was also good at forgetting, which was tolerant and fearless. Not only did he forget the pain of acupuncture and the difficulty of delivering water, but also he soon forgot my reprimanding to him in anxiety, he didn’t care about me, and brought me a bowl of reddish brown mung bean tea: Dad, drink it! Words and deeds are like a clever and sensible teenager. I took it and said thank you, then drank it off. Rain irrigation parched. At dusk, when the depression eased slightly, outside the house, all kinds of noisy sounds were close to the tail. We could see that they were scattered on the ground one after another, and their ending; The sound of hearing their decay had begun to ring. The scaffold in the distance is still rising step by step day after day. You don’t have to stand up and look at it carefully or look up. When you raise your head, you will see its heroic posture with open arms; When you look down again, this potted plant at home has also grown up, as if in a flash, the blade is like a sword, the sword heart is lifted up, and the light is not bright but solid. Everything is rotting and growing. Just like my son, any illness and harassment could not stop his growth, including his nameless illness and reprimanding from even his father. Today is about to pass, the evening is coming; The brightness of childhood likes (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow of 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…