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I once wrote a story about love. I have also read many stories about love. There is the desolation of where will die and the earthshaking beauty. There is a shock of falling in love at first sight, as well as the endurance of years of care. Love, no matter in that era, has thousands of styles. But no matter what kind of love it is, it is beautiful. It is the great emotion that poets and singers have been praising for thousands of years. However, what I like most is still the love with long flowing water and staying together. She is a traditional woman in her heart. If she chooses a person, she hopes to stay with each other and help each other. The best feeling in my eyes is like this. I remember listening to friends talking about the relationship between her grandmother and grandfather. Very classic and common love story. The daughter of the rich landlord fell in love with the talented children of the poor family, but it was no surprise that the family strongly opposed them. Then, the daughter of the landlord family married the children of the poor family by breaking off the relationship with the family. After all, it was the God who lived up to her, and the children from poor families earned a sigh of relief. In the year when their first child was born, they were successful in business and their family was getting richer and richer. My friend said that the two old people were more than 60 or 70 years old, but they often went to travel with two people without saying a word, saying that they would spend two centuries. It seems that in the present era, there are always many stories of divorce, domestic violence and affair. People can’t help wondering whether the so-called love is really so fragile? What a beautiful feeling can’t match the erosion of time. But my friend said that because of her grandparents, she believed that in this world, there would always be beautiful feelings that would never be abandoned, and there would be someone who would love me and marry me, then Let happiness continue. I also believe. In this world, there will always be a beautiful man. When we meet each other, I will know that the person I am waiting for is you. Just like what Zhang Ailing once wrote, meet the person you want to meet among thousands of people. In thousands of years, in the boundless wilderness of time, there is neither one step earlier nor one step later, happened to catch up. After many years, I can call out a sentence, my dearest. I have written many women, gentle, beautiful, talented and scheming. It is a pity that I am not a beautiful woman, and I can even say that I am not even beautiful. Introverted, but changeable temper, not good at expressing yourself. There is no talent, but the temperament of being silly is getting stronger and stronger with the growth of age. So dear, I don’t know if I can give you the best self when I meet you for many years. But no matter before or after meeting you, I will try harder to make myself a better person. Maybe it will never become beautiful and moving, look forward to life, or be talented. Maybe it will be more thoughtful to deal with things, more thoughtful to think for others and more confident to be capable and mature. But more, perhaps naive, silly, is still changeable temper, need you to understand patiently. The edges and corners on my body will not be wiped away by time. However, at least I will try my best to make you not regret and make you feel the same joy as me, because I meet the suitable partner in my life. You won’t regret choosing such a woman to join hands with you for a lifetime. My dear, would you like to go through the years of life with me? When the prosperity is over, I am willing to grow old with you. There are always thousands of kinds of love in the world. Everyone has a love story belonging to everyone. Sooner or later, but always write. Every relationship needs to go through the test and the precipitation of time. To be honest, most love will gradually become a kinship after years of daily necessities. An inseparable family affection. But when people who love each other have gone through their whole lives, seen the most passionate and vigorous years of each other’s life, and seen each other gradually mature after years of polishing, in the end, when we are together and go old, we will always remember that when we were young, we were so happy and loved wantonly. Grandpa once told me: all people will grow old and all people will die. But with your grandma accompanying me, I think I will be more open to aging and death. Qi Kuo said to Zi Cheng. Hold your hands, and you are both old. It’s probably like this. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…

Pengci

Last night, when my daughter was doing her homework, I looked through the child’s pencil case at random and found a ten-yuan debit note in it. I couldn’t help wondering. I was in school at ordinary times, I often borrow money from my classmates, and I have never heard of signing an IOU. Is it because I lent money to my classmates who have bad relationships this time? Is there anything else? When I asked my doubts, my daughter was full of anger and filled with indignation. It turned out to be a classmate of my daughter. On the way out of school, I saw an old man falling down to the ground. The classmate was kind-hearted and helped the old man up, unexpectedly, this classmate’s kindness unexpectedly showed the real version of farmer and snake, and was blackmailed by the old man for one thousand yuan. Perhaps it was out of letting the child remember the lesson that the classmate’s parents forced the child to raise money by himself. My daughter said that her classmates took out all the lucky money and pocket money they had saved at ordinary times, but it was still not enough, so they had to borrow some from each of the classmates, fearing that they would confuse the amount, I gave each of my classmates an IOU. Such things are often seen in the news, among which there are many old people blackmailing students at school. Every time I see such news, I feel very sad. I just want to ask the old man who touches porcelain, what can I do to save your soul? The traditional virtue of the Chinese nation is respecting the old and loving the young. An old man who has been baptized by years, has experienced hardships and hardships, and has many life experiences worth learning from our younger generation. Lao himself is a thick word, as thick as a book. A good book of high quality is a treasure house of knowledge, which can not help pleasing people’s body and mind and washing people’s soul. A good book does not need exquisite decoration or high-quality paper, but uses rich connotations to attract people’s attention and read it carefully. It can broaden the horizon and broaden the mind, like Spring breeze and warm sun, it delivers full positive energy. On the contrary, a poor book fills readers with negative thoughts and negative influences. A poor-quality book, like opium poppy, will leave a lifetime shadow if it is eaten by mistake. As an old man, the greatest wealth left to the younger generation should not be measured by money, but by spiritual food. Everyone has descendants, and how should our descendants be educated? The descendants of the Yellow Emperor passed down from generation to generation is the way of Confucius and Mencius. For thousands of years, they have been educating their children with simple and kind attitude. However, can our children still be so educated now? I remember when I was young, I went to the town to go to the fair with my parents. If an old man fell down, everyone would stretch out their hands to help the old man. There was no need to know him, let alone worry about the future. I also remember that I saw a piece of news a year ago that a person fell down on the road for three hours without any attention. Finally, when I went to the hospital for rescue, it didn’t matter if I fell down, but because the legs were frozen, they had to be amputation. When I saw this news at that time, I felt very sad. If there was one person passing by him, there would be only one who could take out his mobile phone to report to the police, and it would not be so heavy as amputation. Is the heart of modern people too numb? Or do we lose the kindness inherited by our ancestors? No, at the beginning of human life, everyone has a pure and kind side, which is just a frightening touch of porcelain, making the young generation indifferent. The students at school are receiving the National Education, the teacher’s Chunchun’s instruction, and the textbook is full of good words, which make them who are not deeply involved in the world simply like a snow lotus without any dust, they don’t know the ulterior motives of human beings and the complexity of society. In their hearts, the world is beautiful and people are simple. If they were given a lesson to change their pure vision at this time, would they dare to extend such a helping hand in their later life? My daughter said that her classmates cried for three classes in school, one thousand yuan, which was nothing for a working adult, but it was an astronomical figure for a middle school student. The old man who cheated her had taught her a painful lesson invisibly, which made her doubt whether the truth, goodness and beauty really needed to exist in her future life. An old man who has been baptized by years should make his behavior as thick as his age. We can not be full of literary and military strategies, and we must not lack the openness of being a man. We can use our own actions to tell future generations that we should be merciful and thoughtful, instead of cutting off the hand of love that stretched out to him. Several degrees of sunset red, when the sun sets on the West, I still try my best to illuminate the world and warm everything. When people reach old age, they should send out their own light and heat even though they are late, and don’t let the last journey of life leave a spiteful figure. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

在浙

那日看网友猫哥发照片,照片上有许多熟悉的景象。那石桥,那老屋,那被污染得泛深绿漂着许多纸屑的河流,将我的记忆拉回了在浙江省忆龙针纺厂做女工的日子。 那年,宇儿刚满一岁。在家呆了许久的我,又向往着外面的花花世界。恰巧家夫的哥嫂在鲁迅的故乡浙江绍兴混得不错,一开年便随着他们踏上前往浙江打工的征程。我一直称自己的家乡为江南水乡,其实按正常人的眼光,浙江该才是真正意义上的江南水乡了。刚一踏上那块热土,我是有着深深失望的,古色古香的小镇,说是小镇应该是村庄才对,小村的路面全由大大的天然麻石铺铸而成,随处可见亭台楼阁,小桥流水,就是水面上漂浮着各类垃圾,河水呈墨绿色,虽不至臭,但我一看见心里就十分不舒服 既来之,则安之!安顿住下,然后静等见工面试。 在家里就有听哥哥介绍,他们的工厂在当地来说规模算是很大的了,有二三百人呢!哥为机修工,嫂为缝头工,机修工在工厂是被老板尊称的师傅。有了他哥嫂担保,而他们那里招工我现在都在认为,可能只要人是正常的都可以。所以不费周章开工就能上班。在浙江,他们有一系列的织布工艺,尤其是毛毯。由最原始的纱,经过机器合成,织成一匹匹的布,放入染缸染上各种颜色,晾干过后就成为半成品,这些半成品也种类繁多,最主要有三大类:锦编布、拉毛绒、剪毛绒。这些半成品除锦编布从表面上看去是没有毛圈的,其它的布上面布满了毛圈圈,这些毛圈的样子颇神似于我们洗脸毛巾上的毛圈。其中又各自分一面有圈,两面有圈,相对应的一面有毛圈的叫单面绒,两面都有毛圈的为双面绒(至于用途有的用来作床上用品,有的用来作衣服等等)。而忆龙针纺就是起毛定型的工厂,这些半成品被客户们用车子一车车运到忆龙再加工,成真正意义的成品布。 忆龙针纺拥有大概几十台起毛的机器,并且有两条定型的流水线,工厂接单较广,接了恐怕有十几个客户的货源。客户们刚运来的布一匹大概都有十五公斤到二十五公斤左右,先码放在仓库里,再根据客人的要求,什么时候要货,什么时候起毛。工厂坐落在一座小山脚下,山上的植被很少,稀稀拉拉地长着几根纸皮树,还有就是我们家乡称的东毛杆。 远远望过去与其说是工厂,还不如说是一个大大的仓库,只是这个仓库里面充斥的是机器轰鸣声而已,厂子由围墙围着,厂房头顶盖的是一层薄薄的白铁皮。越近越能看见排风扇口沾满了厚厚的毛绒,随着料峭的寒风在招摇着。第一天上班,对一切都兴奋好奇。工厂里,一排排日光灯照着,毛毛儿满天飞舞,朦胧中只见布匹有堆得像个长方形的小山,整整齐齐码在第一台机器前面。工友们每台机器前或站或坐着两个人(年龄都相当大,估计有的是爷爷级别)手里牵住布匹。机器轰鸣声阵阵,估计分贝很高,只见工友们需要交流都是用嘴靠近耳朵用吼的。起毛机就是那一台台高高大大的,很多个大大小小滚筒(呈一个方向转动)上面布满一根根小针的怪物。一匹匹色泽鲜艳的布从机器入口进去,然后被贴在那个最大的滚筒上 嚓嚓嚓! 的磨着,又被滚筒送出,高高扬起,落地,折叠。从第一机器到第二台机器重复一样的动作,进入,扬起,折折叠叠。前后至少得经过两台机器(单面绒,双面绒四台),最后落地之时被一辆辆上面有两个把手的呈斗形的手推车接住,场面很是壮观,从进布到出布不管几台机器都为一条线。有的车上堆得满满的很高了,一个工友就才用剪刀咔嚓将布剪断了,推到一边。工厂分为左右两大部分:左手边是起毛机器呆的地方,右手边就是那两台定型机了,中间就被一辆辆起好毛的未定型的手推车占据。定型机是个长长的家伙,有点像火车的托箱。 起好毛的布就由定型机高温定型,定型过后就是成品布,成品布打好卷,又送往成型仓库,等待客户来运走。基于布匹从起毛到定型,员工的要求并不需要技术含量,所以不论男女老少(最小十六岁)都可以上岗。而毛起得好不好,定型得好不好,当由机修机技术好坏定论,每位机修工带一条线。再有,就是一匹匹的布得打开(这叫翻布)缝合,而布匹的毛圏有逆顺,眼睛能看出来,但总是太慢,熟练的缝头工用手一摸就能感觉得到。 机器高速运转,不能停机,所有布匹都只能提前翻好缝好,所以缝头工也是技术活。整个工厂除了老板就是打工者,打工者的工种分为:机修工、缝头工、拉毛工、搬运工、把边和打卷工这几大类。工资除了机修工是定薪,其它都是记时工,技术工另外加技术补偿。我刚进工厂什么都不懂,就被分到了定型机把边。为什么是把边呢?原因是:定型机是流水线,机器速度以多少码多少码计算,就跟开飞车一样,速度快得惊人,把边工辅助定型机师傅看好布匹进入烤箱,其中有太多细节,比如说入烤箱之时,布匹的两边刚好钉在定型机的铁针上,从这头进入后面出来,中间隔着烤箱,前面的人是看不见后面发生的情况,就有一架摄像机盯住后面,影像播放在前面,供把边工瞧着,发现后面有异常情况切断电源,得将损失减至最少,所以相对拉毛工来说,把边工要求灵活,而那时年轻的我就被挑中,因为年轻就是灵活的资本。 (二) 正式上班了,工厂制度是两班倒,每班上十二个小时更换。我刚开始分在了白班,又什么都不会,一切得从头学起,学习好好看着布匹进入定型机。用作床上用品的布上面会有一个个的定位花,一个定位花大概得要多长多宽都由客户而定,每个定位花定型是不可以歪歪斜斜的(这里称尾斜)。 定型师傅根据客户要求宽窄自己的经验吩咐把边工操作,把边工刚开始学的时候一台机上有四个人,两个人看尾斜,两个人把边入定型机。我的伙伴是头年在定型机上把过边的,对所有应急措施都轻车熟路。是个四川漂亮小姑娘,她父母都在这个工厂上班,母亲缝头,父亲打卷。 她有圆圆的大眼睛,嘴巴微微向上翘着,很爱笑,一笑眼睛嘴巴好看极了。因为是流水线,不允许放长头发,有一天她那黑亮的头发一放下来,简直就是一个活脱脱的从仕女图里走下的美人儿。她性格也好,据她自己所说,她喜欢在定型机上工作,喜欢这 草木皆兵 的生活。而我呢,感觉那是真的不自由,一天到晚那手摸着布匹边边,眼睛盯着布匹,然后耳边那小喇叭一天到晚在哇哇叫着 超一个 超二个 拉一个 (因为烤箱太长,前后之间交流就靠扩音器。至于超和拉是对布匹长短控制)上如厕,吃饭都得找人顶替。这些都是我无法忍受的,虽然半个月下来,我对把边这个活儿也娴熟了不少,带班的机修师傅挺看得起我,可我就是越来越呆不住。而做缝头工的嫂嫂有大把的闲时在那瞎逛,我就寻思着去缝头。 当我和哥一说,恰好这缝头工那边刚好差那么一个人,而在家里就对缝纫机很是熟悉的我,无宜是天赐良机。初学缝头,也颇为费劲,分毛圈倒顺不来,就在小机子混着。为什么呢?起毛机器分大小两种,小机子相对要慢很多,生产布匹也少些,就有多余时间慢慢学。缝头对我来说,只要学会翻布就行了。先是哥哥帮我去仓库找到需要生产的布匹,一捆捆搬到手推车去拉回来,再从车里给搬出来,一匹匹按照布的毛圈顺序将头和尾巴给扯出来,甩在布的前面,然后用那缝纫机将首尾缝合就成。 这些事情可都是力气活,布匹的重量在那里,往往大家是一摞布翻下来衣服都湿透了,所以翻布的前奏就是脱外套,给我首先的感觉像是在打仗呢!刚开始找毛圈的时候,那是丈二摸不着个头啊!没翻就急得满头大汗,幸亏有嫂嫂和另外一个叫敏的缝头工帮忙,才得以脱急。布翻好了,缝头,我颇为喜欢,因为我喜欢将缝纫机踩得 哒哒哒! 响。功夫不负有心人,后来的我对缝头翻布都得心应手。所有学东西都是这样的,当你掌握到它的窍门是很容易了。 性急的我有时一次性翻很多,一下缝好,十二个小时上班时间,只有四个小时就能将所有有布匹翻好缝好,只要机器有布生产,其余有时间就满工厂溜达(这就缝头工的好处了:自由),顶替拉毛工(拉毛工看守起毛机也是不自由,一天到晚不能到处跑的)上厕所。混久了日子是快活的,也会迸出很多笑话来。缝头时会将布缝反,逆顺毛搞错,遇到拉毛的人精明的,开始从手感,进入机器的声音都能听得出来。话说有一个背稍微有点驼的缝头工是最出洋相的,他是经常会缝错,接头处往往也缝不直,缝不直的布一入机器,就在机器上呈现一个大窝窝,第一台机没事,入第二台机随着 啪 的一声巨响,断布啦!。 一断布,机修工就麻烦了,断的布会跟着滚筒缠入机器,然后我们也帮机修工将布扯出来,再用个铁抓子,抓呀抓,说呀!笑呀的。弄多了机修工就抓狂翻着白眼儿,我看着觉得会肚子都笑疼。我们好玩,老板可不乐意,浪费时间损坏布匹,最后,老板惟有将他换个工位,打卷儿去了。那时一共开了八条线,两条线的小机器,小机器是缝纫机,其余全是大机器,大机器就用的拷边机。所有缝头工从第一条线到第八线轮流转,那么除了用缝纫机就必须学会拷边机。缝纫机是人工用脚操作,一脚踩一下它动一下,缝好后接头处的多余布头得用剪刀一个个修齐;而拷边机是用电源操作的,拷边机的效率要快上很多,人站着,将该缝头的头一角往挎边机压角上一压,拖住长长的接头反复折叠握在手里,躬着身子,脚一踏踏板 噗 地一声接头缝好,它上面安装有切割刀片,多余的布头就割掉了。 而我对拷边机最头疼了,怕它断线,一断线,我这个近视眼儿穿线最麻烦,那东西得用个小夹子夹住才能穿得过,穿了前面穿后面,穿了外面还有里面,呀!要穿的地方太多啦!因为那是三颗针的机器呢!好在它们不常断线。白班很快过去,夜班来了。上夜班,主要是难熬瞌睡,感觉是站着都能睡着。拉毛工的工作简单而单调,他们更加容易打瞌睡。看他们打瞌睡也好玩,瞅着他们会周公去了,我就偷偷往将布条一头拴在她们的头发上,一头拴凳子上,一起身就有好笑的事儿发生,人一走拖着凳子走;或者轻轻靠近他们耳朵旁边大吼一声,吓得他们手足无措,我就捧腹大笑。我也在纳闷我那时的精神怎么就可以这么好呢?难道就是因为年轻?看他们实在熬不住了,我就替他们拉拉布匹,然后他们去洗一把脸,溜达溜达回来继续上班。 在浙江的那段日子,经历了太多第一次,上班时第一次学把边,第一次学缝头,第一次用拷边机,还能遭遇爱情。 (三) 爱情,这个词语始终过于沉重,在我那个年龄遭遇惟有对对方是 伤害。做缝头工的日子,对于急性的我有时并不是好事,比如说一次性翻了很多布放在那里,老板突然宣布换布,你就懊恼得跳脚。这是因为有的客人当天来货第二天就要,这也是我最头疼的事。话说夜班的一天,轮第二条线。我一上班就急忙去仓库拿布翻布,翻了好大一堆,正准备开缝。老板大摇大摆地走了过来宣读 圣旨 : 江西唐万龙(客户老板名字)的布来了,赶紧换布。 (其原因是唐万龙的印花布太薄,只适合在小机器缝。二条线正是小机器)机器前缝好的布不到一个小时就完了,我要将姓唐的客人的布马上翻出来,缝好头,要不就得停机。布一匹匹被搬运工送到我的脚下,我心里再多不快也只能服从。 这条线的机修师傅是工厂里唯一一个尚未结婚的安徽小伙子,别人都称他为阿星。阿星生得高高大大,浓眉大眼,腼腆得很,却能和我一见如故,偶尔在上班路上碰到之时,还能相互问候一下。双面绒在第三台机的时候还需将布匹翻过来缝一次头,这所有得缝头的都是缝头工的事。有他在,我就可以不用管,因为他也能将缝纫机踩得 哒哒哒! 响,帮我搞定。当初我以为他对所有缝头工都一样,只是肯爱帮忙的一个小伙子。 老板突然换布的决定,翻好的布占据了我本来的位置,再要翻布,地方就很狭小了!地方不大,想要缝多一点,只有码高一点。个子弱小的我要将三四十斤的布整个翻上半米多高的布堆上,布又是软的,两头下垂着(布一般有1.5米~2.0米宽),能想见着当时的我有多吃力。阿星见我吃力将布推上布堆,他赶紧跑了过来帮我一起翻布。有了他的帮忙,我翻布的速度果然要快上很多,终于赶上了进度。当我将最后一个接头缝完,向他道谢,他的脸刷地红了,微微笑了笑说这没什么。 是否因为那时的我,性格开朗,怎么看上去也没有二十七岁?是否因为个子娇小?又是否我翻布的背影让阿星一眼相中?还是在阿星眼中,我就是她的 白雪公主 呢(虽然我不白)?也不知从什么时候起,他注意上了我,继而开始喜欢上了我。当一个人喜欢上一个人的时候,他是会为你做很多不可思义的事。比如我那天线上生产什么布,一上班我的线上,布就被什么人用车子装好放在了那里(后来证实是他所为);或者,他会在我缝头的时候帮我剪布;穿针的时候穿不进去,也不知什么时候他悄然站立在我后面,抢过我的小夹子,帮我穿针。他是一直管小机器的,可是好像我轮到哪条线他都能在我困难的时候出现。起先我并没有发觉,都只认为是巧合罢了!当在一个下班的路上,他在路口等我,递给我一本书,书名到现在都记得,巴金的《秋》。 也记得那天早上的空气如往常般清新,太阳不早不晚斜斜地照在他略带羞涩的脸上,给他的头发渡上了一层金边。他说,在上班的时候听我讲过,我喜欢看书,他去街上的时候,顺手给我捎上一本,无聊的时候可以瞄上一眼,并且强调,他已经看完了。 书递到了我的手上,他转身跨上自行车就走,我心里还在纳闷儿,跑那么快干嘛?大白天的有鬼追呢?不想那么多,有书看就行。喜滋滋的我,抱着书就往租房的地方跑去(我们隔工厂相对要近,不用骑自行车)。打开房门,迫不及待地打开书想一赌为快时,从里面掉出一封信出来。从字体的样子我一眼就能认出是他的字,因为他要每天都在工厂的唯一一块公布栏上,写哪条线做哪个客户的布(他的字漂亮极了,可能老板在这一方面是知道的),我们从那一经过,就能知道那天我们该做什么布,除非是特殊情况才另行通知。 信封上署名是:XXX(我的名字)收。我打开一看,印入眼帘的是: 你好,唐突给你以这个借口写了一封信给你,我注意你好久了,从开始你在我面前出现,第一眼,我就深深地喜欢上了你 晕!情书一封。我拿着这炙热的情书,都不知怎么办才好?一直我都将他当作我小弟看待,我对他,如何有非份之想?再说我是个有家的女人,怎么办?怎么办?一个男人得要鼓多少勇气才能将这样一份情书写好,交到我手上呢?我无法想像,我也不敢想像我拒绝他时,他脸上痛苦失望的表情 但是,有些事情终究面对。 当我在第二天夜班碰见他时,他看都不敢看我一眼,低头想侧身而过。 阿星,来这么早? 我叫住了他。 嗯!书,好看吗? 他终于站住了,抬起那绯红的脸,眼睛还是躲闪着不敢看我。 嗯!还行。巴老先生的书能不好看。 我微笑着答到。今天是我故意提前了二十分钟赶到了工厂,我得和他解释解释我已婚的事实。 有件事我想和你说说,能否给我五分钟时间?去饭厅说吧! 我问完径自朝饭堂走去(因为饭堂这时候的人是最少的)。他不声不响地跟着来了,他是知道我要说什么罢!我找了张桌子坐了下来,招呼阿星在我对面坐。 对不起,你那封信我有看到,但是我却是一个已经结了婚的人,孩子都一岁了。你这么优秀还怕碰不到中意的 我的话还没说完,只见他发亮的眼睛迅速黯淡了下来 后来的情形是:阿星找了个借口说工厂工资太低了,放弃了当时很优厚的薪资黯然离去 他走了,现在回忆,大概对你好过的人是被永远记得的,我到现在都能记得他的音容笑貌。不知若干年后他也记得他的青葱时光,愿他安好。 (四) 阿星走了,我在浙江的日子继续。随着太阳光线越来越强,夏天来了。也不知怎么回事,越到夏天订单越多。工厂头顶盖的白铁皮,对于火辣辣的太阳根本起不了什么遮挡作用,而空间过大,是无法装空调的,定型机的烤箱一直是个大大的热源,虽然安装了几台超大的排风扇,一跨进工厂,那一波一波的热浪迎面扑来,给我的感觉颇像人间炼狱。 男人们干脆脱了上衣,就穿着一条大裤衩在工厂里来回穿梭,而我们缝头工,几十匹布翻下来,衣服能拧出水来,头发都湿哒哒的。布翻好了,缝头就好了,踩缝纫机或拷边机时,将风扇对着直吹,风儿拂过我的脸庞,吹起我的头发,甭提有多惬意了。不一会儿缝完了,就在线上三五一群坐在那里聊着天,说着笑话儿,漫漫的日夜飞似地淌过去了。 当然,工友也有熬不住酷热的,纷纷离厂而去。人员越来越少,工厂订单一如既往地如雪片般飞来。在这基础上,工厂应急措施是大量招工,缝头工方面,就得一人兼顾两条线。而随着订单的猛增,很多货源就被埋在了底下,靠我们个人是根本无法搬动那些如山高的布匹,办法就是俩个缝头工联手或叫管线的机修工帮忙。机修工也有限,八条线只剩四个机修工,他们要看机器起毛,顶替拉毛工上厕所,都是忙得屁股冒烟儿。 那时的我却不怕拿布,虽然个子廋小,力气也不大,但是人缘出奇的好,就算本线机修工或邻边缝头工没空,我总能遇到帮我拿布的好人,连定型机那里的打卷工路过时都会不由自主来帮我拿几匹。现在回想个子小有时也是好处了。随着风儿吹落第一片树叶,秋天的脚步声近了。夏天的布都以绵编布和单、双面绒为主,就算缝两条线,也还是能撑得住的。可是秋天一到,剪毛绒就来了。 剪毛绒,光听名字就知道,它的毛毛会很长,它是毛长而布短,横幅(宽)又很宽,又只能在大机器生产。大机器的速度是很快的,一个缝头工根本跟不上进度,非得要两个手脚都麻利的缝头工相互配合,才能跟上。我缝头是公认的快,而嫂嫂很能翻布,于是差不多就是我们妯娌包了。起毛机是很神奇的东西,不算太厚的一匹匹布,起毛起了出来,就成了一床床厚厚的地毯。剪毛绒对于老板们来说是最有利润的了,可惜那年这种布的货才做不到十天就完全不见了踪影。深秋了,货源慢慢减少,天气越来越冷。 车间里上白班感觉不出有多冷,转夜班的时候冬天也就来了。寒风呼呼地刮着,浙江这个地方,冬天居然比我的家乡湖南要冷很多。越接近半夜,天越冷。我们将手头的活儿搞定了,几个缝头工就又坐在起好毛的布堆里聊天,打闹,将脚插入布堆中间。不知谁发明了一个更好玩的东西,从市场买了红薯带到工厂放进烤箱里,不出半小时就有烤红薯可以吃了(白班是不可以这样干的,老板看见了会罚款的),还可以烤土豆。大冷天的双手捧着热腾腾的香喷喷的红薯、土豆 呼呼哈哈 地吃着,是多么开心的事。那些不可多得的欢乐时光给我增添了很多难得的幸福记忆。现在我尝试了很多这种烤法,却无论如何也没有那种幸福的味道,本来不喜欢上夜班的我,那时候最喜欢的就是上夜班。 夜班的时候,除了吃烤红薯,还有就是和值夜班的保安(这里的保安是保安公司配的,然后老板再配一个保安专管打瞌睡和进出货车子安检)玩捉迷藏 找地睡觉。上夜班是不允许打瞌睡的,但是这怎么能难得到我们这些刁钻的缝头工,那就几个人商量好,嘱咐一个人放哨,几个人睡觉,见到保安一来,就去将伙伴们叫醒。谁睡上半夜,谁又睡下半夜,有时疏忽也被抓到罚款,罚了瞌睡照睡,布堆里一个不小心都踢找到人。 夜班睡好了,白天就好玩了。几个人约好,骑着自行车跑十几里路去玩,逛超市,买衣服,有时运气好,还能看上一场当地的越剧。浙江的地方戏,清一色是女子饰演,和湖南的花鼓戏有很多相似的地方,也是生旦净末丑。或者各地方的戏发源在同一地方罢!那时候的我是这样想的。侬柔的吴越方言,我反正听不太懂,看那女扮男装的小丑翻了几个跟头,那小姐 依依呀呀 唱上几句,我们就又一窝蜂的跨上自行车跑了回来。随着年越来越近,工厂就在安排工人回家过年,到浙江快一年的我,心里早就惦记着家里的宇儿,于是申请了第一批离开。收拾行李之时,看着我生活了一年的地方:低矮的出租屋,走出出租屋的小店,那座常天有人买菜的小桥,还有那静静流淌的浑浊的河都在我眼里摇曳生姿起来。对于伙伴们,心里更有着深深地不舍,几个玩的好的:阿敏等有些记不住名字的人还来送行,依依惜别。后来,我果真再也没去过浙江,有些离别一转眼就是一生。 事隔八年,见到朋友发的照片突兀地回想那段艰苦奋斗而又充满欢乐的幸福时光,直觉日子过得太快,转眼间宇儿都有十岁了,又有了俊儿。时光会淡忘一些记忆,记下这篇作文,到将来儿子们长大了,我再来翻看这些记忆,会是一件多么有意义的事。 赞 (散文编辑:江南风) 春之消雪 春之消雪,多了 遥念,欲说还休。遥念,就在那片雪原之上。雪还真是很美,到底是春天… 等待 等待,是一种坚守,执着于某种信念而不离不弃。可能因为某一种承诺,也有可能因为某一… 要善于倾听不同的声音和意见 我于10月6日 发表 了一篇 游记 散文 :《 满眼 秋色 美如画》,不少 文学 网站 得到了… 读《廊桥遗梦》 “当白蛾子张开翅膀的时候,可以来找我,随时都可以”。我想,如果我是一个男人,当收… 从今天开始,我要快乐 很早以前囫囵吞枣读过《呼兰河传》,记得当时心情着实沉重了好久,具体是哪些人物引起… 得病的时日 这两天接二连三的打喷嚏,我说是有人在念我,别人都说我有病,最后医生也说我有…

Spring

Spring is coming, and the spring color is also flooding! If spring is installed in people’s hearts, wouldn’t it be better! Then, people’s mood is as warm as spring, and life will also become happy! It is a pity that the mood in the past was so pale and desolate, just like the ice and snow in winter, which made people feel cold! Teach cooling! Now, finally, it is spring, the spring color touches the heart, and the mood gradually warms up —– in fact, the bitterness in life is like a cloud lingering in people’s hearts. As long as the clouds are clear, the sun is shining, and the mood is drying, life will be better. There was no warm sunshine in the past gloomy clouds. If there was light shining and colored dyeing, why worry about the bad life! Now, spring has come to us frequently. The spring breeze blows on our faces, and the spring scenery shines wildly. If it spreads to each of us, our mood will be warm and our mood will be happy. If you have a damp mind and bad thoughts and behaviors, you may as well let the sun shine and let the spring shine. Suddenly there will be a piece of spring green, vigorous and carefree. Your mind will be sunny, and your mind will grow a green shade. On the road of life, it will be rich and luxuriant, and fragrant! Spring is a bright season, and spring is even more drunk! Entering the spring is like entering a hundred gardens; Entering the bright spring weather is like opening a colorful Road. Let your mind open, relaxed and happy! Spring can not only dye your appearance, but also dye your heart, making your heart brighter! Make your heart better! Spring staining atrial! The mood not only grows green, but also always keeps a vigorous state of mind. From then on, the mood is no longer wet and moldy, but will become bright and passionate. Happy mood, sunny mood, life is obviously better. No longer feel cold, no longer indifferent. Gradually, people’s life will gradually extend, and even climax will appear on the road of life! Spring staining atrial! People also seem to be spirited and passionate. Worry no fighting? Why worry that there is no prosperous scene? As long as the heart is green, there will be abundant energy; As long as the mentality is sunny, there will be greater achievements; As long as the mood is dyed, colorful light will rush out, there will be spectacular situations in life! Spring color dyed atrium, may as well have a try! Don’t just let the spring shine to the earth. If it sprinkles on your heart and dazzles your mood, your heart will grow green shade. Only when there is green shade can there be the possibility of harvest; Only when there is green shade can there be green grass. Everyone wants to enrich their own life, and if they want to have a luxuriant tree, they have to plant a full seed in their hearts. Only in the next year can there be hope of flowering and fruiting. How can I gain without spring scenery? Let the spring color dye the heart, let the passion fly all over the sky. 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

For Life, spring always makes people have infinite thoughts. No matter the seeds that break the ground, or the cold plum that has gone through the vicissitudes of wind and rain, even the sorrowful clouds, when they meet the spring, they are also enraptured, wandering with the sunshine, wandering with hundreds of birds. The great poet Zhang Ruoxu’s song the night of flowers and moon in the Spring River has become the final song throughout the ages, isn’t it because the breath of spring and the surging life make the warm current of love resounding and the flourishing vitality between the heaven and the Earth? Yes, in the spring when everything recovers, ideals, hopes, longings and reveries all gather here, which makes people feel uncomfortable and sigh again and again! Isn’t it said that wild Lily also has spring? And are people. In other words, man is the essence of the universe and the envoy of civilization. Facing the abundant spring, how can he not be elated and willing to be forgotten by the season? Unless there is no source of memory, story, passion and love in life! In fact, in my opinion, it doesn’t matter even if there is no source of memory, story, passion and love. It is not because of emptiness that the Valley is full of fragrance and charm, and birds chirped around it, the stream twined it and galloped, and there were even poems of Tang and Song dynasties and gifted scholars and beauties pouring their lives for it, playing the piano! Spring has no season and is not controlled by the heaven and earth. If a life often has the Association of spring in its heart, the natural aura will not be cut off. Just like Zhang Ruoxu, life and everything can be beautiful with your own will! To be honest, I always compare spring with autumn. I don’t know why, however, it doesn’t hinder my love and attachment to spring, love is because life passes through here, and the string of notes left form a serenade that I listen to and sing, moistening the background color of my life and accompanying me all the way. As for attachment, it was because the spring flowers were thanked in the forest. It was too hurried! Yes, the youth of life is so similar to that of spring. With a flick of a finger, the gray and gray disappear. Therefore, the heart of Xi Chun is the trace and sigh after the feeling of life. I admit that I am is a rationalist in life. He has his own confidence in everything he does. He will not follow others, let alone follow the trend. This is the feeling from spring. If he wants to make life last forever, then we must complete self-help in life, and use spiritual quality to ensure that life is always spring. Imagine: in the world of life, what else can make people more happy and happy than life having the breath of spring? That is to say, only by burying the seeds of spirit in one’s own spirit can one make life young forever, not like Spring but also like spring! We know that flowers have a new day, and people are no longer young. That is to say, no matter how much we miss youth or spring, it will not go as people wish and cannot be retained. Especially for people, spring is always so short and pitiful, and flowers will come again. Only by this point, people are sometimes inferior to flowers, trees and plants. This is the sorrow and misfortune of being a human being, but the delightful thing is that life has soul, belief, choice and wisdom. Therefore, the road and the sky have their own decisions. If your choice of road is accompanied by knowledge, then, spring will never die out. On the contrary, it will only make your life young forever! Eternal youth has no season limit. It is like a lighthouse and starry sky. It will not lose its light because of darkness, nor will it lose its underground vitality because of wind, rain and winter. On the contrary, obscurity is a kind of breeding and rising machine, which is connected with the hope and expectation of tomorrow. As long as life is unshakable, as Zheng Xie said in the poem of chant Zhu, he will not relax if he bites the green mountains, and let him stay in the east, west, south and north. Is also! In life, there are too many lives that are depressed because spring has passed and youth has passed away. They are not slim and look like Desolation. This is what I despise. If you want to make life pink and Willow Green, dance lightly and keep ripples, only by knowing yourself, pursuing yourself or creating yourself can you walk out of a brand new spring of life. Spring is not an imagination, let alone a taste of waiting, but a process of planting, giving, irrigating, cultivating, fertilizing, cultivating and loosening soil. Only in this way can the flowers of life bloom, as for harvest, you don’t have to worry about it. If you don’t care about gain and loss, then being full is not a problem. Far away, take myself as an example, spring has already become the yellow flower of yesterday, but there is no bleak winter or Twilight Autumn in My Heart, I have plenty of bright summer and bright green like Lotus! Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Life

At the end of April, start a short trip, simple luggage and simple self, simply wave goodbye. The mood of not wandering also becomes relaxed and casual. The scenery outside the window becomes different, green and warm. The city is still noisy and prosperous. The boundless grassland is boundless, sending out merciful light under the setting sun; It is the eternal dream of the corridor Bridge and the platform deep in the dark. The train moves forward, and the whole world falls asleep, I heard the music from the rail with two ears. I hope the sun is slightly warm and flowers are blooming during this trip, but the weather is always confused. Person’s life, should like a cup of tea, 1.1 points to soak, slowly taste, carefully aftertaste, in the dense tea in slowly realize fragrance of distant taste. I think traveling should also be in such a mood. On a journey, I still remember nothing more than the scenery along the way, a city. On that day, the editor teacher asked me with words; Everyone said words were like people, but you were different from words, you have said so much in words, but you don’t speak much? It was mostly a slight smile, and I answered with a smile; If my words were hanging in the river, the teacher laughed loudly; Well, yes, the girl answered very well. Maybe I am at leisure, without the urgency of time and the things I have to do, so I can speak few words in my life, be unique, and be unrestrained and boundless in my words. But I know that time cannot last yesterday, and some fate cannot stop at first sight. When some past events and names are just traces, I have no regrets. When some feelings are just past, I will not regret, because I have treated every past attentively. Time is like a bicycle walking far away, and the reflection of time is quietly missing. In the Cup and Cup of season, I lean on the wind and look close to my eyes, count the joys and sorrows of the fleeting years, the human feelings are warm and the world is changeable. The plain clothes are light-looking, walking in the text, keeping the heart warm with the most plain fireworks. At dusk, sitting leisurely in the coffee shop, looking at the window, there were mostly students coming and going. In the history book of coffee cake, the breeze curtain ended. I asked how many chances to win, but it was only a pleasure, but not a word. I think of my distant school days. Every time I take a bus, I would like to sit in the last row near the window. In this way, we can have a panoramic view of the crowd and the scenery outside the window without being noticed and disturbed. This feeling is beautiful and private. I sat there quietly, thinking wildly; I laughed when I passed away. I had experienced the vicissitudes of the sea, the warmth and warmth of human feelings. I had endured it. I had a deep and shallow fate, and I had a pain. The journey of life is just a rush. The ditch along the road keeps crossing, the sadness along the road and the constant transcendence. Enjoy a spring flower, watch a season of falling red, treasure a piece of understanding, journey, is also a passing through compatible with gains and losses. Passing through cities one after another, walking through streets one after another, looking up at the sky one after another and witnessing parting one after another. Finally, I can say frankly that I am no longer so persistent. Life is a thick book. People, to live, is to write their own stories with their lives. The Book of Life is either thick or light, deep or shallow, footprints are pens, and years are paper. The combination of character and encounter, the choice and the weather are intertwined, and finally it will be fixed into an ending that cannot be rewritten in one’s life. No matter it was painstaking efforts or understatement, the first thing that moved me was myself. White Paper and black words, writing down and taking root, no matter sad or happy, ending, is perfect. Time is the attachment walking in words. 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…

Woman

Women’s beauty celebrate women’s festivals women’s beauty can be seen separately. Opening the history books, many definitions can be found out from what the ancient talented women did, and one word runs through it: love. The beauty of a woman lies in the great love for the motherland. During the pre-Qin period, there were frequent disputes among countries. Fearing that her country was invaded, Mrs. Xu Mu begged to marry Qi to find a backer. But the short-sighted father didn’t listen. If the country is invaded, the nation will soon be subjugated. Regardless of the obstruction of her husband’s family, Mrs. Xu Mu drove back and sought help from the great powers to protect her motherland from extinction. She denounced the man Baier’s thought, which was not as good as mine. Patriotism is the only thing that can be seen. Spring and Autumn Lu National paint Virgo patriotism amounted Acme. Worried that the monarch is old, the country will be bullied and cry day and night, being ridiculed by the older age worried to marry. When Huai Zhong was suspicious, he was greedy for life. If you can’t understand it, you will die clearly. Think for the country, worry for the country, and dedicate your body and even your life to the country. From Liu Xijun to Wang Zhaojun and Princess Dayi, many flowery women left the frontier fortress and acted as messengers of peace with their bodies of youth. Sad, lamenting, crying and painful songs “Sad Song”, “resentment poem” and “poem with screen” sing all kinds of tastes. They are still strong alive and bearing selflessly, our loyalty to our country is steadfast. Men can not let them go home, they can forget them. But history remembers them, and how many praises are sung for a long time. The beauty of a woman is more brave and dedicated to love. In the Spring and Autumn period of Jin Dynasty, Zhao NV sang songs to save her father and moved the general Jane Zi. The young girl of Han Dynasty was bold in writing the book of Emperor Yuan of Han Dynasty. The emperor felt filial piety and abolished the butcher’s punishment, not only saving his father, but also doing a good thing for later generations. Xu Shu didn’t marry her husband because he was disfigured, and Princess Lechang of Chen Guo in the Southern Dynasty was waiting for a second time together. The beauty of the Warring States period, he Shi, was more straightforward, dying for love and never being expensive. The beauty of a woman lies in the atmosphere of love. Faced with the husband who was the prime minister of the country, the wife who was the servant didn’t stick to each other to recognize each other. She just sang with the help of the piano and the strings, recalling the poor and happy life in the past. I am sincere whether I recognize or not. Zhuo Wenjun ran for love at night, sold wine for love as loam, and decided for love. Love you is my business. If you don’t love me anymore, I will grieve but never plead, not to mention dragging water. I only hope to be a person with one heart and never leave each other. Men regard women as a Acacia fan, and use it to get into the arms of the Emperor, and abandon it to lose the trunk. The kindness is perfect, and it is the best choice for Ban Jieyu to retreat away. Not only for life insurance, more self-respect self-respect. Love deeply, hate bitterly, but refuse to be humble. The beauty of a woman lies in that love has fun, talent and intelligence. All kinds of love are contained in Pearl and jade-like poems so that later generations can taste the aftertaste. “Yan Yan” written by Wei Zhuang Jiang became an enlightenment poem of farewell, and “Lei” made by his wife for Liu Xianhui who died made the disciples not change a word. Zuo Fen and Ban Zhao’s talent won the status of royal imperial lecturer. Xu Shu and his husband created a new literary theme. Liu Lingxian was sad to write “the worship of husband” and let the man stop writing. Su Boyu’s wife’s poem in the plate and Su Hui’s poem in the palatological poem are so clever that they are beyond the past. Bao Linghui wrote the ancient poems perfectly and skillfully, while Shen man wished to write a beautiful and clear flower and grass. Mrs. Hua Rui, who is beautiful, can also write more than 100 “Palace ci”. Cai Yan, who had been married for three times in his life and had gone through ups and downs, wrote 108 sentences with tears and 540 words of “grief and indignation poem”. Was it easy for men to do it? The patriotic family has made the country a peaceful family, and he wrote poems handed down from ancient times. The beauty of women, love and righteousness, love and hate. Soft but not weak, strong but not horizontal. Give up the ego at the critical moment and achieve the overall situation. Live rationally and write emotionally. Such a woman, beautiful! Wei zai! Such a woman has it from ancient times to today. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Memory

First, I have traveled a certain road in Molan city, so I remember. There was also a dim light all the way, dense in my mind, and then lost. I think, what else is worth recalling, absolutely not, easy to forget, until now, suddenly sober, understand life, is a kind of experience. The fleeting time following is blurred into a hazy wound in the heart, which is always painful. However, there are also unconscious moist eyes, various memories, inexplicable loneliness. Once again, I felt that the distance was so far away that I was just disappointed about it. It seemed that only in this way could we get to know each other. Standing on the bridge, only the turbid water reflects the light of the city and blurs into an impression in my mind. I don’t want to sink into the water, the leaves are powerless to drift on the water, the flowers are washed, and the knot is nothing more than this. The dirty fermentation and all kinds of sour and rotten street corners are nothing more than this. Leaving like this, without turning back, resolutely made up his mind. Leaving doesn’t matter pain, only indifferent truth, another world integrates with you. Second, the old country is another kind of experience. The body is always tired, but it is with a different kind of joy. People are always easy to be full of hope, but not often discouraged. It is difficult to find a suitable position wherever you find yourself, and even some of them have become unfamiliar bitter smiles. After several days of drying, the air is no different. The lonely scene, looking back, I don’t know whether my choice is wrong or right, as if I always live in a muddle, as if I run away every day, the mountain stream which was not far away from the front of the former gate was filled with flat ground, and trees standing on the bank of the cliff alone that could no longer return to their hometowns in my memory. The branches stood thin and weak, as if they were old at dusk, disappear the lonely memories together. Who will laugh in the world? I only face the wind and test the wild power, because I am a coward. The whole body was surrounded by a kind of power, and the sound of the wind was really on the ear, which made me feel much relaxed. Although it was so short, life was just an instant breath, I have a true meaning worth tasting, but I don’t want to think more about the deep meaning. Poor is, I can no longer let go for a long time, so the chill forced me to leave again. I looked up at the sky, a cloud scattered like thin cotton wool, in the dusk that has not yet entered the twilight, the world is clear immediately. Then there were dark shadows in a short time, and the dark shadows of trees which were once scared finally disappeared. People are much desolate, and the foundation of ancestors can not last long now, which is the so-called power of evolution. Only when light and shadow dissipated from front of my eyes did I feel that many days were just passed away, while complaining was just the void in the fermented heart. Knowing that many things I have done seems to be a forced reaction of life. As for myself, I am used to being in an abnormal state. In the old years, it was still so cold, but the winter which was not cold would be suffocated in the warmth. The hurried travellers and the continuing grave were covered with dead weeds, the only one who saw the trace was the ash that had been stored last year, but now it is invariably repeated. The smoke cannon should be a thrill of audio-visual, especially in graves, people who were not forgotten immediately, the meaning of existence may be here. After all, the end of human beings is still the grave, so there is a heart of awe. As for reincarnation, it is better to be a world in your heart. People need to live with hope, respecting life and fearing death, which is probably the case. Then after the ceremony, there was a strong wind on the deserted land, especially on the edge of the Jian River. I found myself in the corner of the gap, and a tree from far away hit the sunset alone, the light of sunset hit my eyes lonely. Or, this is all of us. Chasing is not the whole of life. The beginning and end of each scene, because of what, so life, many meanings, never understand. I closed my eyes in sleepless sleep. There were many rushing scenes in front of me, such as collision, laughter, looming crying, passers-by walking, the roar of wind in the valley, and then I returned to my original position, the swordsmen whose swords come to the world, the hermit whose plain clothes are fluttering, the fire of the battlefield and the cold ancient temple. Then the vast tremors and silent silence of the world were once a flash of my mind, and the blue lights were alone with ghostly eyes, For this virtual born. Distracting thoughts and constant inner mess are interlacing, spreading and devouring. A flower and a world, this is a space; A leaf and a Spring and Autumn period, this is the time for reading. The night was full of wind and rain, the flash of thunder and lightning, the pouring rain curtain, the sound of the window glass, and the eyes of the people in the window only solidified on the bean-sized rain beads, then the everlasting sky escaped from the dark shadow, leaving only the cool atmosphere in the air and the seemingly invisible fragrance of the mixed grass in the wet soil in the field. The limited things I used to do in limited time seem to be precious now. Because I can’t go back and forth, I have a different experience. But now all the empty survival and tired consciousness are nothing more than ridiculous sarcasm and weird fear in my mind, so I do some overlapping of boring illusion, peeling off the traces left by the years in the space layer by layer, with eyes closed. However, only in this way, there is no new idea. Even if you are in peace, it is hard to find a peace that truly belongs to you, this is a weird normal for a long time. Immortals know a lot of things, and we can’t change them. For example, the death of a human being, you can’t decide the occurrence point of this event, but you may have the omen of the future, the feeling of unwillingly wanting to leave suddenly made the turbid eyes shed a few drops of turbid tears. The state of life and death were all born for the heart, in general, there is no difference between life and death in this world. Your behavior, or only depends on the momentary impulse, or the natural consciousness formed for a long time, in any case, it should be admitted that things will never advance steadily in one direction, there are many variables here, and the environment and state of mind are the most influential parts in self-opinion. Six days, snow, slight snow, no chill. There was a layer of gauze covering the dry heat. The thin snowflakes melted immediately when hitting the body, and the Palm was Qin. Three, It’s a little abrupt to open an ending again. However, this story was staged after all, so we have to continue. Two years ago, I took another road. There were many roads in this world. Some were connections, some were partitions, some were memories, and some were forgetting. The dark night escaped from the mixed streamer in the distance. It was a difficult problem where to go and where to go. Has everything been set since the birth of the universe? What about my behavior? I am a little upset. The original one is unchanged or becomes pale in front of time and space. Is that right? Should it be like this, I knew that this meager floating night would not give me an answer, just like I asked myself countless times, but I could only wander in a strange circle. People’s involuntary consciousness often suddenly makes you realize what has been lost, but it doesn’t give you a way to recover. Maybe this is to let us understand that the past is irreversible, but what we can’t figure out all the time is just a kind hint: not all of you can understand, and trying to change may be a struggle to some extent. Many people are tired of living, perhaps not for some clear meaning but for cowardice regret in the end, finding that they have gone through a road that they cannot understand. The last generation put their hopes on the next generation, which is always like this. Therefore, people become the transitional person of history. People’s hope is not in themselves, but in the future when they entrust what they can’t see, at least, with their meager hope, they still live, which is a very strange curse, everyone is willing to accept it. Is it like this? This is another mockery without an answer. Therefore, I am still willing to walk, forgetting many meaningless noises. Even though they couldn’t escape, they were gradually willing to feel the connection between footsteps and the land, instead of the meaningless sigh. There is the sound of leaves on both sides of the tree, and the empty night is the broadness that can contain all things, joy or sorrow, drunk or awake, dream or truth, which seems to have dissipated the meaning,: there is no reason to be mad, and dreams are outsiders. It may be too far here, not only for space, but also for people. At that time, I wanted to keep walking like this, and then I forgot myself, but this was just an extravagant demand, after all, the body will be tired, and the tie will eventually be trapped. There is no real selflessness, and it is just a way to escape. Year after year, it was finally passed in chaos. The traces left by time were not like scars. We had to recall the past, which was just a kind of feeling that was hard to say when we looked back. Fourth, there is no real story here, and there is no actual meaning of existence. It’s just a very natural feeling, forcing to take. The end of one thing means the beginning of another thing. If you can’t let it go, it is tangled, and even this meaning is lost. You can’t stop torturing yourself. In fact, no one can do anything and no one can escape. God is willing to see people put shackles on himself, and then painfully wants to find a way, a way that he can’t see. One by one, people self-directed and performed their own struggles, lost and died into dust. Sometimes I think that the meaning of what I do is just a reason to comfort myself. There is no eternal truth or eternal truth. I feel that my existence seems to be a reliable thing, coming, leaving, going through, chasing hard, having a bitter smile behind, it seems that the deep and heavy shadow makes me suffocated. I have seen all kinds of people, paranoid, dead, smiling and finally flashing in a hurry. They are just passers-, the impression of life is the constant denial of oneself and the doubt of value. The city built by building blocks cannot cover the real wind and rain, earplugs, and can’t escape the slander of rumors. Live cautiously, confirm that you still exist, and make helpless bitter, taste the bitter gall of your heart. I hope that the people I know can be very good. No matter what I experience, I am also fascinated by the tragedy of literature. I don’t want to perform it in reality. There is no bitter wine in a life without tragedy, wine without bitter taste is terrible, so is life without sorrow. Tiredness, long road, dim lights beside the road, moths flying under the lampshade. Striding and walking quietly, one by one, one by one, the wind flowed beside my ears. There was no coolness. I used to be dirty, and I was not picky about it. After all, I was still alive. From one end, I may not be wrong for that end, but I just don’t know where I should be. Suddenly there was an illusion that there was nothing left in a daze when a worm chirped in the grass. I felt that the long distance of that sound seemed to be the existence of forgetting. The lonely singing of the whole night is dedicated to the quiet night, with the lights resting and the boring rest. Looking back again and again, I can’t recall a complete image. More than two months ago, when Garcia Marquez passed away, the young impetuous heart would only set off the trend again. What kind of person was that, without the smell of human body, the bell of Notre Dame de Paris rang, and the bell of worship rang, the mask of hypocrisy was rigidly put on the hateful face. His ugly appearance was hidden in the darkness, and the life of his soul turned into a bell, echoing and lost. The old man said that it seemed to be true when he was old. He accepted that life and death were the last door calmly. He would recall, forget, let go and complain. This was a real person, obstacles are inevitable, and mistakes cannot be forced. Wisdom lies in that you should not take yourself too seriously or take yourself too lightly. You can go down to the dust, but who can see it then, but why do we want someone to see it? Are we wrong, losing our position, but who do you think you should be? Or just another dream. It’s just that I’m still awake. 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…

Orange

Town winter’s night is so beautiful. I surprised however! At this time, home town is immersed in Antian awake, a rou jing, a tranquil. And the street lights is town night sleepless eyes, yizhanzhan crystal clear, issued orange light, pure and warm, light up home town winter’s night. Street in frames and non-person, and day see very different, Street spacious, clean, quiet, gone congestion, no noisy. Night precipitation everything! On both sides of the building quietly hidden in black, like two rugged river. Such a filled with orange light of the street, just like the summer sunsets wan zhao Golden drains. Winter Night Sky deep and good-natured, like a black cotton-padded filled with infinite tenderness. Star shiny, blink flashing, sentimental. No cold air, fresh air, soft, moist, thick to dense, as if the texture, as home warm kind of black soil, like Winter land covers on the thick snow, soft and moist. I couldn’t help slowing down my hurry to home, and breathed deeply again and again casually. Journey into the walk, dragging small luggage, a person leisurely walk home town winter’s night, Sandan and leisurely. Breathing the fragrance of night, enjoying town of tranquility and serenity, seem to have boundless freedom, as if walking in pure one party World, pure is warm, is the red in, glowing world out-and-out fireworks and taste. What red, what Zen soil Buddha, always give a person a kind of cold, sorrow, thin cool feeling, which than town tonight so warm heart lungs and they clean and fresh. I intuition each cell of the body relaxation light up, every pore opened small mouth pitter carefree breathing, for a time, heart as if out of secular all restraint, comfortable, all kinds of burdens fluttered and fluttered gently …… the train was late, and it was already around midnight when it arrived at the hometown town. The exact time of the return trip was not told to Mr. Zhou in advance, which was intended to give him a surprise. At this time, platform on a late-night deserted, train Kacha Kacha to come and go, get off to the little that several passengers suddenly all disappeared. I took out my mobile phone to call Mr. Zhou, asking him to pick him up by car, but suddenly I stopped. And not multi-pity Mr., afraid disturbance his winter midnight sweet sleep. In my mind, Mr., a big man, stand-up, through wind and rain, can play, like great mountains and like harbor. For Mr. is dependent used. And Mr. see I, forever is hothouse flowers, fearing it, worry that, what nothing rest assured. I, it is a sudden whim: why don’t you walk alone in a small town at night? Town of night is what, I also never know! Moreover, this from our home also a little distant, two three station away position suits my walk. Actually, Subconsciously, in a hint to Mr. prove yourself of want. Prove? Moxie? Joke! Travel-stained return, a enters County border, sleep back home, a warm kind of breath lunged, filled with heart, filled with whole body. This get in city to also not like into the their yards? Home! The boat and car were relieved immediately, and the hanging heart fell to the ground. It was stable, calm and secure. Suddenly, about it inspiration. Then let my wayward about it. No car, no language, I walk alone in the quiet town winter’s night, walk this orange in the haze of, like walking in Dream of edge. My heart drunk and flying. Street lamp a pick up a relay, homey one to me greet send. Street fell a leaf trees zhi zhi ya ya such as silhouette, appearing tough and fortitude, like with street lamp stand watch together this party and peaceful. My light steps and the wheels of the trolley and Street ensemble with a has a different rhythm of music, such as soft soothing background music. Night seems more quiet. All of everything seems at rest: trees and buildings, even heaven and earth, even air. Absentminded, I got into a pure fairy tale world. It’s a thoroughly spotless world, everything clean. The sky is bluer, the sun is redder, and the flowers are brighter. People, both men and women, both young and old, are the same sincere, kind and beautiful. “Snow White”? No! There are vicious stepmother. “The daughter of the Sea”? Not really, because, there are pretty little mermaid that sad sorrow. That’s described by Tao of peach garden! Land ping kuang, House has, have fertile land mei chi silk bamboo of genus. Qianmo traffic, ji quan xiang wen. huang fa chui tiao, and be contented and happy. What a beautiful realm! I walk this spring like soft night cannot help but relaxation fugue, feeling like flower facing Chunhui Xinyue Bloom …… suddenly, ears Haizi poem from tomorrow to be a happy man; Grooming chopping wood travel around world from tomorrow care & vegetable and food I have a house facing the sea spring …… to every river and every mountain a warm name stranger I also bless you wish you have a bright future may you married lovers may you enjoy happiness in this earthly world very fond of Hai Zi’s this song “facing the sea spring” Often reading chant, will feel: wide, sunny, spring breeze was blowing, flowers fragrance. Heart Kaner then clear, quiet, peaceful. In this province Literary Federation organized poetry, prose pen meeting, from Anhui a poet again with deep emotion recited this had been moved by millions of Psalms room of silence, psalms gripped participating everyone heart. That was Haizi’s expectation. He with aromatic verse warm the hearts of men, but he never done happiness hence, because, he no tomorrow. He to tragic way with this world refuse: Shanhaiguan fibrillation tracks, red with it, withered and yellow grass, mournful winds. World was shocked! Heart was violently tear ache! He that knew of the talent, his noble mind, his labored and secular fornication strength of character, people sigh, sigh teardrop. Only when something is lost can one realize the value of its existence and understand its precious value. This is human weakness! Some say, Haizi’s departure marks a innocence end. Haizi is pure image fashion is. I agree with all kinds of statements like this. Red deep how much deeply? Desire greatly big geometric? In material life is extremely rich, house, vegetables, food, firewood, who also not get the most basic necessary for life? But, happiness several people? Material desire, desire for power, financial desire, acquisitiveness no end. The red in men and women in obsessively, scrambling, infighting, Pennywise, how many people end up several defeat all injury, lin li bu he, friends turn against and even fight, blood stained land. The true meaning of life? I also asked about this question, which is vulgar but has been bothering human beings. My heart still lost. As I such ants-like life meaningful? Every day doing most profane yourself: Do daughter, do daughter-in-law, do wife, mother, doing unit in the most common employees, Day played pots and pans-symphony, and daily necessities sauce vinegar tea tangled. Like a puppet holding a string, like a silent lamb with a drooping head; Like a mustard, like dust. What mean? But, for Haizi, I only reverence, but I absolutely can not match. My mother often said: Life, vegetation spring. I understand her old man’s meaning: since a life has come to the world, it is necessary to practice the life course given by God and never give up halfway. More than eighty-year-old mother, is physically like old house with four under leak, but she often said cheerfully: car fail just push. The life of the mother is trivial is hard; Is ordinary, but to our children is extremely important, is also great. Even now, back home, call a mom, hear mother hot warm to should be a sound, immediately will feel relaxed and warm, a have a mother of happiness and sweet in the house quivering, quietly air. This is home! Otherwise, no matter how the mansion, hua wu, are nothing but a cold building only. We everyone living world life is not just their own Ah! To our family, to our friends, we is unique. Amateur is writer, business is sick. Who cheerfully smiled and say that? Oh! Is I admire famous writer Shi Tiesheng Mr. Mr. Shi’s life is suffering. Youth for legs paralyzed alternative against the wheelchair-, middle age old diseases affecting double kidney, eventually causing uremia, need every other day dialysis. Even so, he but to create so many beautiful works, such as “and I went” the life on a String “my distant Qingping Bay” “disease gap broken pen” We see is he in a wheelchair brilliant smiling face, he laugh so laugh, as warm. He’s more like a patient! Death is an least anxious thing. He smiled and said. He can build the waist legend. I think Mr. Shi Tiesheng explained the meaning of living to US best in his life. Zhang Xianliang Mr. is another what I like and admire famous writer. Initially deeply touched my is his “spirit and flesh”, then read “Green Tree” half of man is woman the xiaoerbulake “, and other short-and-medium-sized. When I read my book of Bodhi tree “, often and often tears, make reading cannot conducted. Zhang Xianliang Mr. youth of a poem “Wind Song”, was labeled as a rightist in jail. At the time of the climate, coupled with his origin, he eyes on all purgatory-like exercise, suffered non-human’s suffering and abuse. Ins and outs, repeatedly in prison spent almost er shi nian time er shi nian! A person’s life there are several er shi nian? Besides, those two decades were the most beautiful period in my life. After Forty puzzled year, Zhang Xianliang Mr. finally completely eliminated a body and mind of a double bind, face upwards, to CLS Chapter become contemporary Chinese literary world of a Abnormal eye-catching star. He is elegant elegant, is witty free and easy, his tough, suffused with water of style, ductile have tender, warm. Water, boneless, can dishuichuanshi. I want to say, Zhang Xianliang Mr. Real is created self-adjustments magic! This world have come many such noble soul, this world today and also there is no lack of has a soul, although still has all sorts of unsatisfactory, but I still believe she is beautiful. In this orange warm halo, in the gentle dreamland of the small town, I walked casually and leisurely, and my thoughts danced gently. Unknowingly to residential door. Suddenly, a wonderful voice came, from the high air, and it seemed that from the depth of memory, from far to near, from faint to clear. Oh, is a plane is from night sky flying through, red lights shimmer, like a wandering most beautiful the stars of. Very like hear the planes flying over the sound, especially at night, that sound Total thrown my heart gentle ripples, round and round, lingering, beautiful. Childhood, summer night, Sky in occasionally aircraft rumbled fly over, our children will immediately stop frolic, Oh yo, aircraft! Cries of pleasure, turn his face distance, heart joy, joy and excited. Night sky flying aircraft is so mysterious! Where it came from-year-old flew to where? Little Heart Kaner filled with confusion and longing, half half. Eyes tightly chasing, reluctance to relax, until aircraft gone whereabouts, also not hear sound. My grandma also Sky recover last eyes, chanting my infant name repeat her old saying: ya er, to study hard, grow up to anything, promising to sit aircraft. There was no doubt that Grandma’s words put another dazzling brilliance on the plane. Heard who sang the song We are learned by children’s songs: Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Heaven phone. Call me to join the army, I haven’t grew up. In childhood imagination adult world is how beautiful! Have successful, have the joy, a celebration, happiness with various beauty. Now, Grandma had died for more than twenty years, ya er also on sale at clay doll into a middle-aged, come and go, fly is no longer anything and we cannot do. In Grandma opinion, her ya er whether ambition? Mind a famous essay writer Mudd teacher: if we end up not liang cheng torch, liang cheng lighthouse, I hope, we also going to show belongs to their own light. Even if only Firefly general faint light in the, also to every opportunity to to in this the world is flashing this is we live in this world of value. Maybe, that moment, only one person passing, he saw, he also said lightly, oh, this is a firefly, it issued their own light. Every life came to this world is not easy, let us cherish their life, serious life. District of street lamp more radiant, more warm, more warmth, more warm, cell is like a gentle harbor. A flickering family wings-set packs flat, steeped in gentle of the night, like steeped in soft sweet dreaming I. Sleeping happy people, good sleep …… oh, orange street lamp illuminated night Ah, she like loving mother has a lofty tenderness. 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…

This

I have long found that my words are too self-centered, and I always narrate the fortune and life around me. I can’t see the outline of the whole world, and I can’t understand many mysteries and twists and turns of the world. The understanding is too shallow and the words are too light to bear the depth of this society. I can neither care about national affairs nor understand the bitterness of Li Min. One day, I finally realized that I don’t have to learn anything deep or pretend to be elegant. Freedom and relaxation are the best things that belong to the present age. In the world, everything has its own season. Enjoying the scenery of the most season, eating the fruits of the most season and making the people of the most season are the most timely arrangements to follow the laws of nature. Don’t worry, don’t mess up, walk slowly along the steps of time. The relaxed and free age should have enjoyed relaxation and freedom. Deep and elegant, of course there can be, but not now. When I am old and experienced enough, I will naturally look new and time will give people the best carving. Now, I can still be artistic, nonsense and crazy. This is the freedom and pride of this age. Please let me have a few more years of literature and art in the age of being able to literature and art. In fact, literature and art is far from being out of touch with the world. It is just a kind of simplest feeling for words and life. Please let me play nonsense for a few more years. In fact, nonsense is not just nonsense, nor is it always so unforgivable. It is just a spiritual and casual attitude. Please let me be crazy for a few more years in the years when I can be crazy. In fact, most of the time, people are often bound too much by all kinds of tangible and intangible rules. It is not rational to be crazy in proper time and space. All these literature and art, nonsense and craziness can be the traces of a person living hard. They must be the best souvenirs of a period of youth, and they must also be the best decorations for one side to remember time and space. In fact, literature and art, nonsense and craziness are not the most worrying things. The most worrying thing is that a person dare not go crazy, nonsense and literature and art in the years when he can be crazy, nonsense and literature and art. This is a kind of deficiency. This kind of lack must make a person miss a lot of beauty in life. This is a kind of blank. This kind of blank can hardly be filled by other things. 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…