Children

2015 nian 6 yue 9 ri, Bijie city Guizhou province Tian Kan Xiang CI bamboo village 4 children take pesticide after rescue invalid death. Four children, one male and three female, the largest of which is only 12 years old. Nowadays, this event is full of all kinds of media. The Survival, living status and safety of left-behind children are once again heated by people, and Bijie in Guizhou is once again pushed to the forefront, what caused the death of four young children, and what pushed them to the valley of death? At that time, all kinds of accusations and accountability came to us, and the living status of left-behind children and education problems became an unavoidable reality. Problems arise, and pain still exists! The four living creatures passed away miserably like this. They should have been carefree, innocent, happy and deeply under the warm care and careful care of their parents, but because of such a broken and unhealthy family: the divorce of parents, the death of grandparents, the remarriage of mother, but not as close as home, father worked far away from home. They are still young, and the oldest one is only 12 years old. The four brothers and sisters lived together. They should have been in a happy childhood, but they suffered from the heavy burden that they could not bear, lacking love, maternal love, father love, in their young hearts, it is hard for them to bear the pain of life, shoulder the weight of life, suffer the bitter fate, or ——, of course, no one can figure out their hearts. Four children, four lives and four evil spirits left this flashy and blurred world in such a miserable and shocking way. Did their childhood really have nowhere to be placed? Only in this way can they get rid of the world that makes them unattached? Why did they leave in this extreme way and die together. It was said that the boss also left a suicide note, saying that leaving the world was his dream, and he could not live up to 15 years old at most. Thus, it can be seen that their leaving was just a matter of time, that is, they had gone for a long time. What a pain, pity. Nowadays, those who are accountable have been held accountable and those who have been dealt with have been dealt with, and the government is doing its best. Now, people not only need to ask where the disease is? After the incident, my parents lost contact and there were no relatives around me. Wow! Now whether the problem has been solved by several related responsible persons, and many hidden problems have to be put on the table. Young children are at home alone, and their relatives go out to work because of poverty, and go to other places; Mother remarried and turned a blind eye to her relatives and children; Street village organizations, neighbors, governments and schools turn a blind eye to them? Who is escaping from the responsibility that he should have undertaken? I don’t think it can be completely transferred to the government, schools and street village organizations. They gave birth to children, and four of them are young, without basic living ability, leaving them alone, who will supervise these minors? I want to learn a bitter lesson from this tragedy, I have to ask more questions, confusion, and defects in the design of government system and social management. The problem is not only as simple as mend the sheep. I think: First of all, parents should take the main responsibility. They should have the obligation of giving birth to raise their healthy growth, as well as the obligation of education management. They should let children go and neglect raising them, instructor, who is the responsibility? You should be able to raise it when you give birth. Is this the minimum? No wonder! Many stars in China are mostly produced. Secondly, government schools bear secondary responsibilities, rather than primary responsibilities. Although government personnel and teachers should shoulder necessary supervision responsibilities, they are not biological parents and cannot play the most direct role. In my opinion, the comments on the current online posts are overwhelming. Generally speaking, people have different opinions on benevolence and wisdom. Some seem to point the spearhead at the government and schools following the mainstream public opinion. Some people have already dealt with it, but we should consider it as one thing, touch the essential attribute of things. Otherwise, this kind of thing will inevitably happen again. Ah ——-, thousands of words are hard to express, covering up and meditating, feeling a lot: ——— feeling that the incident of shangtong in Bijie, Guizhou shocked the world, the dust was dark and the sky was dark, and. Where is family comfort? Who should be happy with each other? (Pray that the children will go all the way, from then on you will have no indifference, no sadness, no hunger and coldness, and wish you have everything you have in heaven.) Tiangao haikuo praised in Liujiaxia New District on June 13, 2015 (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow vanished 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 like reading a book quietly in the sunny room in the afternoon, and slowly understand its connotation. The flowers on the windowsill are delicate and charming, revealing the fragrance silently and fading quietly, as time goes by, four seasons change. The pink curtain flickered in the wind, in exchange for a good mood. This kind of tranquil, peaceful and peaceful life was what I wanted. Standing in front of the windowsill, looking up at the sky, counting the white clouds carefully, the clouds Twining for a while, and then running away like a child. That kind of leisure and comfort is also a kind of peace. Walking under the setting sun, the afterglow shone on my body, accompanied by a smile. The wind blew gently, letting the skirt fly, taking a deep breath, it seemed to be filled with vitality. Everything was so natural and indifferent. In the Moonlight-like evening, listening to melodious music under the soft light, it seemed that a warm current was flowing slowly in my chest, and my favorite words were tapping in front of the computer, I like to record those unforgettable moments in my life casually and naturally. I am a little obsessed and intoxicated. I often go to a boutique where there are ceramic vases with different shapes, the elegant and gentle blue and white flowers are engraved on it quietly, with the feeling of passing through time and space, and the exquisitely carved crystal ornaments dress up the beauty and fashion, in which they still look forward to romance. Never want to complain, do your own thing well, find your own harbor with a common heart, be a calm and calm person, and live a full and quiet life every day. Bathing in the bright sunshine, touching the breath of blue sky and white clouds, laughing at the various styles in the world, occasionally blowing your hair in a rain or wind is also a kind of happiness. Life is like a cup of green tea with faint fragrance, which is not rich but lasting. Feeling happiness and peace in daily necessities is a kind of warmth and happiness, and living peacefully is also a kind of happiness. The wind blew across the grass, rippling with fragrance. In the years, we passed by in a hurry. Looking back suddenly, we found that the fate we had been looking forward to was actually the peace, beauty, mystery and serenity that we inadvertently flashed. It is the calm of smiling at the wind and clouds, and the indifference of observing the changes of the world. The superficial tranquility may never replace the inner thoughts, always hiding some deep or shallow memories deep in the bottom of the heart, tasting and enjoying alone. So as to expect some inexplicable touching and surprise. Occasionally, I closed my eyes and didn’t think about anything. The disturbance and complexity all hid away. I just listened to the voice of my heart quietly. I felt really good. In fact, life is so simple, as long as you embrace life attentively and recall it, you will know that Tranquility is a kind of happiness. 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…

I love

In my life, I have a wide range of interests, such as practicing martial arts, walking, flower arranging, traveling and so on. With the Internet, surfing the Internet has gradually become a part of my hobbies. However, what makes me most delighted or most suitable for my temperament is reading. Yes, reading and I am a kind of power, and this kind of power is invisible, but it really changes my life and life direction. There is no denying that in the past few decades, reading has made me unforgettable and unforgettable. Yes, there are countless books I have read. However, as long as you mention a book, you can still remember the details, plots, characters and so on. For example, I read a book more than 20 years ago called: nietzsche at the turning point of history, it is the debut of writer Zhou Guoping. I remember that this book was just published at that time, and many people didn’t know who Zhou Guoping was, let alone who Nietzsche was, it is no wonder that, because the environment at that time or more correctly, the publishing and reading circles had not formed a natural air, so it was normal to be unknown. Maybe I can say that Mr. Zhou Guoping became famous by explaining Nietzsche. Through reading him, I got to know Nietzsche, his life philosophy, Dionysus, strong will and Superman. Nietzsche was a profound thinker, and his theory made people worry. The revaluation of all values he proposed was always in my heart. A master said: If Kant is an insurmountable Bridge to classical philosophy, Nietzsche is an insurmountable Bridge to modernism and postmodernism. Nevertheless, Nietzsche was misunderstood and abandoned by others of the same kind, but Nietzsche was Nietzsche, who had been holding high the head of life until he left the world at the end of. He believed that, the era of belonging to oneself is bound to come. Unfortunately, his Starry Sky could not be witnessed by himself, said Mr. Zhou. By the way, none of the series of works written by Mr. Zhou later exceeded it. But only this point, It does not affect Mr. Zhou’s position in my mind at all. At least, there was one thing that I am recognized that Mr. Zhou was serious about being a man, and his academic spirit was also serious. He was not as famous as some people, and he was actually a decent person. Yes, from the above situation, my reading starting point is very high. I admit that the high starting point sometimes makes me feel like falling clouds and mist, and I don’t know what to say. However, my will and spirit make me stick to it, I believe that the perseverance of the Ancients will make life understand the meaning and essence of it. With my efforts and persistent pursuit, doors leading to the starry sky were opened to me, and loud names came into my mind one by one. Such as Hegel, bacon, Montaigne, Sartre, zvitayeva, Weiyi, Wilde, Van Gogh, Rousseau, Fabre, Rosenberg, Joyce, etc, their names and their works all stopped in my heart. Among them, it is worth mentioning that Fabre, a rural teacher from the bottom, uses his spare time to get along with insects and study the insect world by virtue of his love for life and nature, he used the 2/3 of his life to write the imperial masterpiece and became the first Doctor of Entomology in France. In addition, his book of reverence for life is also worthy of my reading. Reading him is equal to reading Fabre, his heart, his spirit, his spiritual world and universal love. I have said more than once that reading is happy. Happiness lies not only in metaphysics, but also in dancing in the bottom of my heart. Especially when you read the same thoughts, values and thoughts as yourself, the ecstasy of life can make you dance through the past unconsciously. For example, Nietzsche accidentally read Schopenhauer’s book “The world as the representation of will” at that time. He sighed inexplicably, and a nameless shallow song surged from the bottom of his heart: This book was written for me, or this text was what I wanted to say, but he just went ahead. The author also encountered such a situation, that is, when reading Nietzsche’s words, he had the same heart as Nietzsche read uncle’s. Therefore, the experience of reading tells me that reading not only broadens my mind, but also realizes the wisdom of life. I remember that Youwei said such a sentence to a master that it is better to read countless books than countless books. There is some truth in this statement. He overemphasized the comparison between people and books. In other words, people are alive while books are dead. However, books are also written by people. Let me ask, can dead people write books? The answer is yes. So, I think reading is equal to reading people, and its effect is safer and more reliable than living people. Apart from happiness in reading, my greatest feeling is happiness, especially when facing the world and ocean of books, life roams in the boat of life and loses all troubles and pains in my heart. If it is rainy, it is more suitable for reading atmosphere. But such a situation can be met but not sought. Usually, I like reading in the midnight, sitting alone in the window bar. There are stars and moons in the sky, and the breeze is gentle. Reading in this environment makes my heart calm and peaceful, the reading effect is also the most effective. In this way, after more than twenty years, reading has become an indispensable part of my life. In other words, when my life reaches today, it completely depends on the persistence of reading, which not only makes my life live poetically, but also makes my life drift away from time. Finally, what I want to say is that reading enriches life and makes spirit rise with the years! 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…

Mountains

After working for two years, I was not particularly satisfied. Finally, I took part in the public recruitment and got a job as a primary school teacher. All the teachers recruited this time will go to the mountain area, and the place where they work will be chosen according to their grades. Together with the other two sisters I knew, I chose the most remote Township Central Primary School in our county. The school begins in September. All our teachers set out from the county town at eight or nine o’clock. First, they went through a bumpy road and then climbed a mountain, which took two hours. Then it flows upstream along the river. The roads along the river are passed for several years. Before that, there are no roads on both sides of the river, but high and large mountains, therefore, this road along the river was built along the mountain, and some even built on the cliffs. Therefore, on one side of the road was the fast River and on the other side was the steep mountain! Sitting on one side of the river, you can see the scattered family across the river. The river is green, so the depth of water can show such a beautiful color. The old teacher in the car enthusiastically introduced the people in the mountains, the mountains in the mountains and the water in the mountains; when it comes to water, it makes people feel a little scared, because it is impossible to save many cars falling into the river after the road is opened. It is very dangerous to drive like the water overflows the low road when the rainy season rises! The side of the backer is also very dangerous, because the phenomenon of stones rolling down often occurs, and debris flows occur in rainy season, so this road is really dangerous on both sides! After four hours, we arrived at the old frog cow! It is said that there is a stone in the water which looks like a bullfrog, so it is named Old Frog cattle. It is located near the river and is the only way to go to school. There is still a suspension bridge to go to the old frog cattle. This suspension bridge makes people feel that it is particularly thin, because the steel rope appears very thin, with boards paved in the middle! It was the first time to cross the bridge, which made people particularly scared, for fear that the steel rope would be broken or the board would be broken accidentally. In order not to be so afraid, our third capital and the old teacher crossed the bridge hand in hand! After the things were moved across the bridge, we were ready to go to school. It was not long before the roads in the village were accessible. There were few motorcycles. Some of them took motorcycles and some of them took tractors to pull books. I also took a tractor. The road was too steep and there were too many corners, so I couldn’t grasp it at all. I touched it all the way. The next day I got up, my whole body was hurt, and some places were still blue. The road only leads to the township government, so when we arrive at the township government, we can only walk to school. We take the necessary articles to use that night and leave the rest in the health center! We walked up for more than half an hour to school. It was already dark at that time, and we felt a little disappointed. Fortunately, an old local teacher had already prepared the meal, I felt a little warm when I saw the hot food! Everyone ate hastily, I simply cleaned up the room and fell asleep, because I was tired! The first time I entered the mountain, I felt a little disappointed because of the high mountains and long roads! 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 up

Time unconsciously reincarnates in the season. Just like a glass of hourglass, whether you care about it or not, it will never stop moving forward. Suddenly, the season of falling leaves. Meditation, the traces of walking all the way, those shallow footprints behind, record the dribs and drabs of the fleeting time. Standing at the intersection of time, looking back at the past. Many people, many things, many desires and longings which were once full of flowers and branches, still flow slowly in the long river of time, and look back silently. Taking stock of every mood text, it more or less reveals slight melancholy and heaviness, as well as unreasonable melancholy and confusion. Life is full of too much unknown and helpless. Strive hard to become a sunflower family, try to smile at the sunshine, because the place where the sunshine starts is the paradise of dreams. The sky is still pure blue, and life is still light white. With dreams, I searched and wandered all the way on the journey of youth; I didn’t know whether to raise my head all the way, and the sky would light up, but I knew, if you keep lowering your head, you will never see the blue sky with your own eyes. I have always felt that many things are actually so hard to figure out. It seems that it has become a habit to walk down so quietly. Who is not a child who is easily injured. In those days when I grew up, there was always a trace in my heart. As the outline of time began to be complete, I never recovered. Some people and some things are deeply rooted in the heart. As long as the breeze blows, it will shake continuously. As time goes by, it is still difficult to erase that clarity. Walking forward with the bag of memory, occasionally, opening the memory, you will lose your eyes if you turn over the dust. The older you are, the easier it is to hide yourself. If you learn to say something insincere and dislike something, you have to force yourself to do something you feel meaningless. Listen to some people, telling some truths endlessly, we have to play our own role when we grow up. When we grow up, we grow up quietly. Every day, we continue our own necessity. You will laugh heartless and cry heartless. Growth is always accompanied by happiness and sadness. In the process of carving oneself slowly, many things were lost along with it. It was forever and could not be found again. The past is like smoke, and leaves are silent. Time is destroying something and shaping something. Gradually faded away those frivolous, those stupid. Become less concerned, quiet and indifferent. So quiet, watching the flowers bloom and fall, listening to the long flow of water, counting the four seasons of reincarnation. Recalling the past, I can smile calmly. What you have lost can only make yourself slightly moved. The color I like also changes from dark to light. I don’t like the gorgeous color, I like that kind of light feeling. A slight smile is like a breeze in summer and a ray of sunshine in winter, which makes people infatuated inadvertently. A little bit of flowers are very fresh; A little bit of sky is very high; A little bit of sorrow is very clear; A little bit of loneliness is very beautiful. Light. Xu Zhimo said: You remember it, you ‘d better forget it. Light. Xi Murong said: write 300 poems written in the sky with light clouds and breeze. Light. Shu Ting said: It seems to be separated forever, but it also depends on each other for life. Light. Lin Yutang said: If you go, I will not send you; If you come, no matter how hard it is, I will pick you up. Time is like a cup of still water, which is still deep and can still flow deep, while a mood has nothing to do with the wind and moon, and the water is gone. Many things seem to have their own arrangements. No matter how hard or how devout they are, they cannot change their tracks. After all, we are not angels. Only, put down, feel free. Life as distant as the sky is your expectation lost in the clouds. Your pursuit and belief can be found everywhere. Then give yourself a chance to forgive time and past. 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…

A

Dear Mom and Dad: Hello! The learning machine and letters you sent to my brother and me have been received. Thank you! Dad, Mom, we miss you all the time during the more than 1,000 days and nights with you! How we look forward to your early return and reunion with our brothers! Dad, every time after school, the campus gate is surrounded by those uncles, aunts, grandparents. They hug their children and walk on the way home happily and affectionately, seeing their happy expressions, I am envied and hated. My parents and brother cried. He said to me bitterly: Why are my parents so cruel? Aren’t we parents born? Dad, after reading the letter you wrote to us yesterday, I know we are wrong about you. Dad, Mom, sorry for you! Dad, you said in the letter that every time my mother took a bus, she almost vomited out of her intestines, and her face was livid, as if she had suffered a serious illness. During the Spring Festival, there were only ten days off, and the fare was not mentioned, it is enough for her mother to toss around twice! Dad, you said the temporary separation is for the permanent reunion of relatives in the future! Dad, you often write letters to warn us that we should be diligent, hardworking and thrifty, and that we should be self-reliant and self-respecting! Dad, my brother and I both remember it. Mom, you are in poor health, and your hands and feet are swollen and painful when the wind blows and the rain blows. Dad said that the temperature in the South is high, do you still have rheumatism? Dad, you are fat, My brother often asks you to drink less, so as not to hurt your body! Dad, you said you would go home after you have saved enough money for my brother and me to go to college. Then you and your mother must protect their bodies! My brother said, when we go to college in the future and have a promising future, we will take you out to enjoy your happiness! If your body breaks down, how can you enjoy yourself? So my brother told me that you must take good care of yourself! Mom works overtime late. If she can’t stand it anymore, ask her to ask the boss for a few days off and have a rest! My brother and I spent all the 3O yuan you sent in your letter last month. That day was Sunday, my brother and I rode a bicycle to Xiantao to buy books. There were a lot of people getting on the highway. My brother rode a big car and I rode a small car. My brother was stronger than me and rode fast. I was panting and exhausted, more than 50 miles away, after riding for two hours, my whole body was soaked in sweat! My brother bought Mysterious Island, Captain Grant’s daughter, how steel was made, English tapes and so on. I also bought some books that I liked. Only 20 cents left in the end. I asked my brother to return a few books and leave a few yuan for pocket use, but he refused. We rode more than 30 miles back. It began to rain, and I didn’t know whether my tyre rolled to the iron nail or the glass sheet. It burst. Dad, my brother and I were tired and hungry. We walked more than 20 miles to get home! Grandparents worried sick! Grandma cried and said, if your parents were at home, they wouldn’t let you suffer like this! My brother and I also cried. Dad, Mom, we don’t hate you. I know you are for our good. Dad, you often say to my brother and me that you are a great person when you are suffering. We all understand your painstaking efforts! Mom, my grandparents are in poor health. Grandpa’s pharyngolartis is very harmful, and Grandma often coughs! They often ask me to write to you and ask you to come back early! During the Spring Festival, grandma cooked a lot of delicious dishes, and our big family had a good time. Grandma also specially made the hot and sour lotus root that my brother and I love most, but I always feel that it is a little bad smell. Compared with what you made, we prefer to eat what you made! Mom, when will we eat your hot and sour fried lotus root and steamed eggs again? Dad, every time you tell us that we should work hard, study hard, and work together. Dad, my sons have never let you down! Brother was a flag-raiser or monitor in No. 1 Middle School, and his head was hung on the honor list of excellent students in No. 1 Middle School. As for me, Mom, you always say that I am a little proud and arrogant. Mom, I tell you, my monthly exam scores are the first in the whole school. In our class on children’s day, the champion’s hat can’t be removed even if he wants. Mom, every time in composition class, the teacher has to read my composition to the class! The teacher in charge of the class praised me in the class that Luo Qi was a pioneer in Peking University and Tsinghua University! Mom, do you think I am awesome? Dad, when you were at home, you went to the post office to read newspapers and magazines every day, and also wrote a lot of articles to publish. Did you still write there? To tell you a good news, my brother’s poetry was also published in Hanjiang Middle School Journal. I also got a contribution fee of 3 yuan. Dad, you have to work hard! Don’t be lazy! Mom, my brother ran out secretly again, and Gao Yunfei went online. Grandma advised him not to listen. How do you want him to quit his internet addiction? Well. Mom and Dad, I’m sleepy, Grandma is urging me to have a rest! I will go to school again tomorrow. Not say. You should take good care of yourself outside! The handwriting is not good, and I have to learn from my brother. Love You: Qi Erzan (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…

Heart Rain

People who have been in Guangzhou for a long time should have a special feeling for rain, and I, one of these people, turned around and looked out of the window to see more and more light rain. I think so. I have never been a ruthless person, but it is rare for me to be sentimental. I always thought that the wind and rain in the nature had its own meaning of survival, so I wouldn’t turn a deaf ear to it, and I didn’t have to eulogize it too much. Today’s light rain took away my God and my soul. Looking at him in this way, he weaved in the air incisively and vividly, one thread after another, as if my thoughts were also pulled out, and walked away with his beating, everything, everyone and every scene flashed quickly and clearly in his mind. However, at that moment, these thousands of thoughts seemed not to be connected. They were parallel downward and went hand in hand, without interweaving obstacles. All of a sudden, a breeze blew in, like a gentle hand pushing the door curtain, lifting the light rain, suddenly hitting all the glass, dragging me back to the world from the dull drift, this ever-changing world makes me tired of dealing with the ever-growing and mature world of hate and love. Just two days ago, looking at the gloomy sky, I longed for the arrival of a heavy rain, which could stir up the dirty air, wash away the dust and make the world in front of me more thorough. Yes, at that evening, I experienced almost the most painful blow in my young life so far. If people have ten levels of tolerance for sadness, then apart from the tenth level blow of the death of their relatives, this event is counted as the 9th magnitude earthquake in my heart which is not fully mature. Now that I have calmed down, it’s hard for me to be ashamed to describe every detail of my experience, although I didn’t do anything to hurt others, but the doubt and incomprehension of my suspicion of plagiarism really made me feel wronged for a long time. I cried all night and tried hard to recall where I didn’t do well, so that in the two days after I figured it out, the usual words of others would touch my defense line, and I had to borrow the reason of going to the toilet, wash away the burst of tears like torrents over and over again, then spend a long time to tidy up the mood, until the eyes and nose are no longer red and swollen, and then walk into the office as if nothing happens. The rain outside the window seemed to be devils, riding on the wings of the strong wind, rushing wantonly on the window, as if to break away from something, but taking advantage of this force to swear something proudly. Looking at it, the buildings outside the window gradually faded away, which made me confused whether I am was in a warm home or an office in Guangzhou. The vague sight made me have time to think. I don’t think there are many people who have such experience, so it is more difficult to understand. Fortunately, when I was trapped in sadness and depression and couldn’t help myself, the only little reason left reminded me that in “if give me three days of light, miss Helen Keller seems to have experienced similar things. So I read this book again, and soon found that story. I looked at it word by word and found that every word was written in my heart. I marked the passage in red, which was a passage of Mr. Stevenson. He said that the beginner of writing usually instinctively imitated the works he admired most, then transform it with an amazing force of change. Even a great writer has to go through years of practice to control all the fields that are congested in the ideological path. Although my business does not involve writing, it seems to be much more serious in scientific research articles, and I take it particularly seriously, always associate academic morality with personality and humanity inadvertently. Maybe from this aspect, even though I didn’t dare to step half a step into the Thunder pool, a little involvement would make my heart unable to forgive myself, let alone being misunderstood. The pain and grievance brought to me is unimaginable. Miss Helen Keller experienced this at her young age, which would be a bigger blow than that. Fortunately, when she talked about this later, she thought that the younger age was easy to divert her attention, thus forgetting these unhappy things. Another paragraph I marked red was mentioned by Miss Helen Keller, although I might be such a person (if a person was born without creative talent, then he could never create anything in his life. (Stevenson)), but I still hope that one day, my clumsy writing can make progress and fully express my thoughts and experiences. It was with this hope and belief that I made unremitting efforts to overcome the pain brought by the “Frost King” incident. This moved me very much. During the time when I didn’t know who to tell me about this depression, her words seemed to be the comfort of a close friend who put herself in the position, and also like the most earnest encouragement of an elder, no passion, no empty talk, no hypocrisy. I read this passage over and over again for more than ten times, reading word by word until tears filled my eyes. I hope that one day I can express my thoughts freely and no longer be judged as plagiarism by anyone in any form. One day, I will respect the world like Miss Helen Keller. When I talk about the past again, I can express my gratitude and growth plainly. I look forward to this day. The sudden rain did not reduce the pace, but the wind stopped helping. Without the stirring of the wind, the momentum of the rain also faded down. The window glass was knocked softly, and a few drops of rain converged into a river with its own curve, which slipped quietly in my heart. The rain seems a little small. I don’t know who’s saying, let me return to this world again. The diffused water vapor gradually dispersed, and the tall buildings standing on the opposite became clear layer by layer, one after another. The rain is too small. I stood up and walked to the windowsill at the end of the corridor. Because of the wind direction, only a little rain beads were left on the glass, and they were their own camps. No one had to rely on other raindrops to flow down the waterway. It had its own value. Looking carefully, I found that there was a landscape on every drop of rain, and this landscape was exactly the tall building opposite. Nature will always surprise you. Through the refraction of raindrops, the upper, lower, left and right sides of the building were upside down. The pedestrians on the upper left walked upside down in the lower right corner, the attic on the upper right stood quietly in the lower left corner, and the clear blue sky scattered by dark clouds cleared up, the sky is dotted with rain trees beside the roads in residential areas. Surprisingly, I moved up and down to a drop of rain water, and the world in the rain also flashed. Just like the film of old movies, sliding from left to right is a story of a city. I really saw a complete world. Looking at other raindrops, it is also the same. Take a step back and move up, down, left and right. All the worlds in the raindrops slide with each other, and the scenes in the memory that have been forgotten for a long time also flash with each other. I shook my head back and forth and felt dizzy before I stopped, making myself giggle. After laughing for a while, I felt boring and stared blankly at the rain falling on the windowsill. The rain was no longer enough, and the accumulated rainwater on the roof was still falling down from several floors to the edge of the windowsill bit by bit. Every two seconds, I watched it fall down, snapped, and split into many small water droplets at the moment of hitting the windowsill, bouncing in all directions, it seems that every drop of water has its own life, just like the fireworks and buds blooming in the night sky, but it is purer, more elegant and more touching than that. One Drop, two drops, three drops I followed its rhythm, just like I fell, hit and bloomed like it. It seemed that I was divided into countless ego at the moment of collision. Each part was an independent individual, so gorgeous and pure. When the next drop of rain fell, it finally condensed into a unique me. When I slowly came back to my mind, I found that the paint on the cement windowsill had disappeared, and even the cement table was eroded downward. Is constant dripping wears away? I asked myself. This water drops in this city of reinforced concrete in also does not change nature, 1.1 drops do your own thing, silently efforts, hot-dogging. The light refracted by the water drops shot into my face and eyes. Looking up, the Sun had penetrated out of the clouds. When I opened the window, the fresh air after the rain made me excited. The rain beads on the green trees downstairs were shining under the refraction of sunshine, and the whole Guangzhou City became bright and pure, the impurities in my heart were also spotless by this incisively and vividly heart rain. The rainbow after the rain is so beautiful. 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…

Small Town

Thirty years ago, I started to step on this Bluestone Road to school. At that time, I ran happily in front with my schoolbag on my back, and my mother followed me behind with breakfast. At that time, there were many grocery stores in the Old Street, and I could get a Stir sugar as I wished, and the sweet sugar I put into my mouth could refresh my heart, so I felt happy. The happiness in childhood was always so simple. After passing through the street tea shop, an uncle who held one foot on the wooden stool and squinted his mouth with his eyes squinting and drinking tea appeared in front of him, after drinking, I chatted with people around me with a satisfied smile. At this time, the tea shop, with the sound of arranging Mahjong, stretched out his head and went in, no more satisfied smile from uncle. It turns out that it is not old to see you again. The Street of the Old Street was facing a small house made of bricks and cement. I remembered that I often passed by when I was a child, which was plain and unsurprising. I don’t know if I have just changed a new owner at this time. The newly painted red paint door is pasted with spring couplets, and the green silk sash falls down from the tiles. The cabin is decorated with green and breathes of birth, which makes the whole street alive, it has also become the most beautiful scenery in the small street. Passing the gate of the old county government, the former gate was changed into an open space. On the stone sill beside the open space, people who were sitting and chatting after dinner were relaxed and relaxed. Living in such a small city, there are no high buildings in the city, bustling and noisy, but only the leisure and tranquil of the ancient city. The city is small, but the heart is big. After renovation, the ancient building has already become a famous holiday hotel with special flavor. When I go home, I occasionally come here to enjoy lunch. In such an environment, steak, red wine and magazines are indeed a pleasure. Walking further, I looked up and saw wasong. When I saw it for the first time, I was a little surprised. For example, on the ancient tiles of fish scales, this silver-gray plant was covered with the dust of years. The place where there is vasong must be the ancient house. It witnessed the Spring and Autumn period of the ancient city. At this moment, it was standing on the stone tile and smiling at me playfully, decorating the summer and dusk of the whole city. It was getting dark, and the town gradually calmed down. At night, the ancient city of Lijiang will become more and more noisy. On the four streets with bars everywhere are waiters who attract guests. However, here, the bustle at night only belongs to the new city, and the Qingshi ancient street only has silence. Farewell to the old street, I looked at the sky in the dusk through the corner of the ancient building. The floating clouds interlaced, and the dim light missed the clouds and penetrated down. In the dim sky, I saw the shadow town more shy and affectionate. 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…

Spring

In the silence of snowflakes flying, the winter rhyme slowly retreated, heavily ended in the fragrance of cold plum, and gently disappeared in people’s laughter. Spring is coming, with her own unique breath, into our vision. The pure magnolia was budding in the air, whispering quietly with the floating clouds, attracting the brisk chord of the Flying Swallow. The rolling water on the River chased after the flowing riverbed, and the murmur woke up the sleeping smoke Willow. The smoke Willow opened its eyebrows and eyes, and found that all around her were full of spring. She lowered her delicate pink face, looking at the soft figure, the curve was still so smooth, stretching gently like a waltz. The spring breeze blew over her side, making her heart rise with sleepless shallow songs. She said to the soil under her feet Secretly: it is your selfless support that makes me look so handsome. Let me be your lovely bride and release your silent feelings through my posture, let countless poets drunk under your feet. I know that without the blood and nectar you gave me, my life might have disappeared in the desolate and miserable verses, it was your thick heart that hugged me tightly that gave me the good reputation of cigarette Willow painting. It made me see the colorful world, and also saw the sad and beautiful images of flowers, flowers, flying flowers all over the sky. In fact, it was your knowledge that made me turn from a orchid that nobody cared about into a graceful and graceful catkin. You know, I live for you, the ripples in my heart are falling for you, my shallow smile is shedding for you, my affectionate feelings are rising and falling for you, my Lush Green Is My Everlasting Oath to you! With you, my heart is full of longing for the future. With you, my life wakes up from boredom and darkness. With you, only then did I realize that I was not a weak and boneless branch, but as handsome and straight as the Great Kapok, standing at the same height with you, talking and laughing about life and overlooking the world. Maybe you have understood that my world is wonderful because of you, my life is dancing because of you, and all the fission in my life is my promise to convey love to you! For you, I keep the hardships, chastity and deep attachment to you. Although I am willing to give and give all these things, I still hope you can give me a simple thatched cottage, there is a lamp I am familiar with, and I will wrap you tightly with my green. I will give you a world full of grasses and parrots, which cannot be closed in spring. I know you love flowers, love all the flowers with vitality, But you are not good at expressing your personality, which makes you love me more. Therefore, I cherish and appreciate you, so I can dump my life. Maybe this noisy world will never be calm again. The flawless flowers lose themselves due to the external temptation in the wind and rain. In the void, they throw all their void with the void, overdraft tomorrow’s time. You hate all this but feel helpless. That’s why you asked me to change myself, because the breath of spring has been opened to you, and the breath of spring is coming to you! Go out and walk more, see beautiful fields, listen to the singing of streams, kiss all the bird sounds in nature, and the sound of flowers, all of which will enrich your life, you should not only green the riverbank, but also enrich the spring! Spring has really come, and changes have taken place quietly around me. Pink pear flowers and wheat seedlings are floating freely in the spring breeze like the waves of the sea. The sunshine is swinging leisurely on it, the old farmer split his mouth, and the smile in his heart was filled with reverie. A dream of harvest was not a flash of water drift. The color Van Gogh likes is not flowing in the sunflower, but finding the evidence and destination in the rape flower. Don’t waste any more time, let the empty moon match the golden bottle, let the time flow, because the spring snack is worth a lot of money, because the breath of spring only sends a warm invitation to life every year, if you miss the breath of spring, it means missing the beauty of a lifetime! The breath of spring is coming, let each of our strong lives open our wings and welcome her! 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 Zen

The days were turned page by page inadvertently, and there were only a few days left in 2014. Looking back on this year and even in this life, how many missed ties and customers are there? Those acquaintances and acquaintances finally faded away, and those blind dates and lovers finally separated. The good will last forever, the good will last forever, and the good will last forever. Finally, they all become wishful thinking and empty talk. If you contact with each other in the sky of fate, who is right and who is wrong will follow the wind, while the answer is only in everyone’s heart, and the answer will finally be verified by time. Maybe the person who got into the heart still had a sweet sadness when thinking of it many years later, just like that old injury would still hurt faintly on rainy days. Time was so hurried that the peach blossom thanked the Spring red. As for those lost twilight, we can only watch it slip away lightly, just like the fallen flowers in the water. We can only watch it flow away and drift away until it is gone. How much time have we squander in this life, and how much time is wasted? The Heaven and Earth are eternal, and this body is no longer available; Life is only a hundred years, and this day is the easiest to pass. If you are lucky, you must not know the joy of life, nor worry about the sorrow of virtual life…… In winter in the South, sunshine is always stingy. Sometimes I occasionally show my face, which makes people feel the warmth of the winter sun. Soon a shadow disappeared. The thick clouds covered the sky again. The gray was dark, accompanied by the cold air heading south. Although the wind was not biting, it was also cold through the heart. No wonder a friend from Beijing came a few days ago and said that there were as many clothes in the South as I wore in the north, and I didn’t feel hot either. The wet and cold in the south is much worse than that in the north, and the feeling of cold has nothing to do with the temperature. I have worn down jacket for a long time when I am afraid of the cold. s Jun smiled and said, “How will you live if you go back to your hometown? On Christmas day, light rain makes the dry winter wet. Due to the three-day power supply of the refurbishment line in the village at the end of the year, the factory had to have a three-day holiday instead of working overtime at night. I went upstairs to clean the green garden that afternoon and liked to raise some flowers and plants because there were flowers to be rewarded at four o’clock. I think in this season, my green garden is still full of rose and dianthus, coupled with the drizzle, as if spring is full of spring. The two pots of daffodils under the water tower were picked up by me at the beginning of the year. I cut the leaves and buried the roots in the soil. I almost forgot it after almost a year, but found that all the dried roots appeared small green buds, and the longest one was two or three centimeters. The Flowers did not live up to the people who raised flowers, which made me a little excited. In fact, every flower is an angel. As long as you put your heart into it, it will eventually bloom beautifully. I am looking forward to the Spring Festival when my daffodils will produce yellow and white flowers, because I have enough patience to wait. I am not interested in foreign festivals like Christmas, and my friends are all sending blessings of peace to each other in the space. I forwarded one to Mei, and the reply I received was that the other party rejected this message. I know that after a series of accidents, Mei’s temperament, who was robbed of her husband by a car accident, changed greatly. Mei, who loves talking and laughing, has become another person, becoming silent and melancholy. Mei’s heart has been taken away by her lover, leaving only a body as quiet as a sculpture, which makes people unable to bear to worry. She was afraid of touching her wound, which could only be cured by time. But I still want to bless Mei, through the frost and snow cold, may your world still spring flowers. I always feel that life is a wonderful journey. You set yourself a goal and move forward in this direction. In addition to enjoying the scenery along the road, you also need to overcome all kinds of difficulties that may occur. The rugged road is even more tiring. The front is always full of temptation, which attracts you to keep moving forward, and then you run to the next goal. I think people are constantly changing themselves. If you don’t change or learn to adapt to the environment, you will eventually be eliminated. Taking advantage of my spare time in the store these days, I put on those red and white round agate raw stones with yellow wooden beads, 18 beads in a string, there are also eight bracelets in a string. The perfect match between wood and stone reminds me of the poem of Red Mansions: Du Dao is a golden and Jade Love, and I only read the former Alliance of wood and stone. Empty facing mountains high scholar sparkling snow, final forget World Foreign Language fairy strains lonely forests. Xiongguan mandao is as good as iron, and we still need to start from the beginning. This year is the end as well as the beginning. Sometimes the reality runs counter to the ideal. The other shore is separated by the world of mortals. Life is always half heaven, half hell, half sea water, half flame, half bright and half sad. Buddha said: Xiang is born from the heart, and the environment is created from the heart. Heart does not move, all not move, not move is not to hurt. Believe it, just like the misty and rainy south of the Yangtze River, it is as picturesque without sunshine. Everything is in mind and has nothing to do with the environment. It has been nearly two years since I really got in touch with the internet. Looking through my words at the beginning, my words are childish and clumsy. Do not forget your original intention, so as to achieve the whole life and endure the indifference in the early stage, so as to achieve smooth sailing in the later stage. Is that right? My micro-store has been open for a period of time, and the business is deserted. Am I not working hard enough? Not everything is as bad as you think, nor as smooth as you think. Maybe only those who persist to the end may succeed. In the dead of night, the rain outside the window continued from time to time. Perhaps because of drinking a cup of strong coffee in the afternoon, my mind was still clear and I enjoyed the silence that belonged to me at this moment. At this time, outside the door is the flashy world, inside the door is the cloud water zen heart. I brushed off the dust, removed the armor, took off the mask, and became an original me, a person with plain clothes and plain face, a Zen, a lotus and a shade. (The night of December 26th, 2014) Zan (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…