New Year

It is rare to go back to my hometown. The home of my grandparents was also the place where I remembered when I was a child. The popularity of the past was covered by a layer of dust, and the way to the door was crowded in a path, quiet, wet, secretly. The long-lost wooden door of Zhu Black also became more and more old, shorter, and dry and mottled. The yard was still the same as before, but the dead leaves became the leading role. The genealogy on the wall was still hanging high. The clock had been stopped for several years without using it. Everything seemed strange and familiar. The warmth of rushing home in childhood, after the family left, there is also a little smell, so I like a place because the people there, because there is love, is home. By accident, I saw my childhood photo on the wall, holding my little nephew’s finger and saying, “This is my aunt! Time is the cruelest thing in the world. Time is also the greatest thing in the world. It pushes us from children to adults, from simplicity to complexity, and from life to survival. I saw the born child, the old man with rickets and faltering, while we were still walking, recalling and pursuing! I have gone far away, and the meaning of going back to my hometown can only be truly realized after I set foot on the land of my hometown, just as I once saw a paragraph like this: going home is to accept the review and being reviewed by relatives, friends and neighbors. First of all, you have to accept the review of all the relatives and villagers in your hometown. You have excellent academic results, you have earned a lot of money, you have been promoted to an official position, your marriage personal problems, and you are the honor of the villagers, you can’t live up to their expectations. At the same time, you also need to look at the changes in your hometown, the new cement roads, the establishment of enterprises, or the changes in your hometown’s appearance, everything. No matter how unhappy you are outside, there is always a feeling of returning home. Even if you are desperate, your hometown is still the only place to accept you.. Because of home, because of family, because blood is thicker than water! What blurred my eyes, looked up at the Clean Sky, the winding road, and the simple face, all permeated with peace. As for my hometown, I am just a traveller in a hurry. The courtyard filled with countless laughter, the fields and alleys flowing with cheerful steps, and the simple smiling faces passing. Fragments of Memory are played intermittently in my mind. At this time, I feel that life here is as thick as it has never been at this moment. There is no internet, no numerous and complicated programs, and plenty of hearty laughter talking with neighbors hand in hand. Is there a quiet courtyard at home at the door? An old man walked out slowly, with his black skin and eyes squeezed by wrinkles, and smiled plainly: sitting in the room, it would be a new year greeting when coming, but at this time, I suddenly fell in love with the intangible cultural heritage left by China: Spring Festival. Maybe we really lost too much beauty on the way forward, but got something essential for the soul. Therefore, most people’s bodies were Walking Dead in cities, leaving the soul is overhead in the original intention of life. So, what is important? Because of home, we have concerns. Because of home, we can pursue our dreams recklessly. But don’t forget, don’t walk too fast, stop for parents, relatives, for yourself, bring time, smile, bring feelings to pay New Year greetings to your family! 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…

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Red plum blossom on the red rock, stepping under the feet of thousands of miles of Frost, no fear of the cold in the 39th, a piece of heart is open to the sun. The teacher taught us to sing a song when we were in primary school, the ignorant urchin actually didn’t know the true meaning of the song. With the growth of age and knowledge, I knew it was a paean to the Hero Group represented by Sister Jiang who was not far away from us. In the later growing years, I watched the movie “eternal life in fire” and the TV series “Sister Jiang”, learned the song “embroidered red flag”, and got familiar with Sister Jiang, little radish head, Qi Xiaoxuan, Xu Yunfeng, Chenggang, the images of these heroes like Hua Ziliang are deeply engraved in the minds of countless Chinese, inspiring Chinese generation after generation. Torture is a too small test. Bamboo sticks are made of bamboo, and the will of communists is made of steel, sister Jiang’s righteous words inspired and inspired generation after generation of passionate youth to make painstaking efforts for the construction of new China. Not long ago, the book “Red Rock” was found in the prison bookstore. The long-lost feeling of intimacy came into being, as if I had met an old friend I hadn’t met for many years. I immediately held it in my arms. I hurried home, washed my hands, and opened the book unhurriedly. Along with Yu Xinjiang’s hurried steps, I stepped into the mountain city of 1938 and the hard time of bloody wind, in a trance, I seemed to be in the white mansion and Zhuge si Cave. I saw Chenggang who regarded death as a return, Xu Yunfeng who fought bravely against enemies, Sister Jiang who was as resolute as iron, and Hua Ziliang who endured humiliation, having witnessed the wit and courage of the little radish head to deliver information for comrades, the difficult friends of zizhidong united to fight against the enemy with their wisdom and courage, and saw the comrades of Bai mansion bravely breaking through the encirclement, welcome the dawn on the Jialing River. In the dark cell, several women dressed in rags and covered with scars sat on the ground with bright eyes. They embroidered the five-star red flag pattern in their hearts with their dexterous hands on the red cloth torn off from a sheet, although they didn’t know the pattern of the five-star red flag, they placed their infinite hopes on the red flag through their hot hearts, and the scene that the inmates were longing for the victory of the revolution together with high mood made people cry, A feeling very much. It was after numerous revolutionary martyrs who were the same as the Red Rock Hero Group that they threw their heads into the indomitable heroic struggle, the suffering Chinese people finally welcomed the great moment when the five-star red flag rose steadily under the blue sky of New China in Tiananmen Square on October 1st, 1949. I firmly believe that this flag dyed red with the blood of martyrs will always fly in our hearts. In this cold winter, under the guidance of Luo Guangbin and Yang Yiyan, I had the opportunity to approach the group of heroes in Hongyan again. Apart from the ups and downs of heart and the boiling blood as always, at this time, reviewing that period of history, we have some new feelings. Now our material conditions are getting better and better, but some precious spirits are gradually far away from us. At present, some party members and cadres do not pay much or make much contribution to the party’s work, but rather than houses, cars, enjoyment and treatment, the typical representatives of these people are very few corrupt people, such as big tigers, flies and fleeing corrupt officials, who frequently fall down in anti-corruption actions. They stained their rights and betrayed the trust of the party and the people. These people should really compare their contributions with those of Jiang Zhujun, compare the contribution with the nameless martyrs who sacrificed for the national liberation but never knew their names. Before the sacrifice, the inmates of zhichidong once wrote a report “eight articles in prison” written by Luo Guangbin to the party organization, which proposed to prevent the corruption of the leading members of the party. Now it seems that this is the entrustment and cry of revolutionary martyrs with their lives and blood. In the modern period of peace construction, its weight and function have more special significance in the party’s anti-corruption journey. In the new historical period, Communist Party members and leading cadres in peacetime should maintain the true nature of revolution, keep the moral bottom line and the line of integrity, and establish a correct view of power, interests, values play an important role in purifying our party members and cadres, maintaining national stability and promoting national construction. 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…

Thanksgiving

On the last day of 2014, the temperature suddenly cooled down. Compared with the beautiful weather a few days ago, I was a little unprepared. After 12 o’clock tonight, 2014 can only look up and recall. 2014, always plain. In 2014, I met Mr. L, who gave me encouragement and support. Thank you for seeing my advantages when I am decadent, which makes me feel that I am actually excellent. In 2014, I want to thank brother ran. As a senior photographer in Hefei, Anhui province, brother ran is the kind of person who won’t put on airs, he is the kind of person who is embarrassed to say something when you have ideas, but he will respond with one bite but then spare time to help you in his busy schedule. I would like to thank brother ran for coming home two nights ago. The first thing he did was to teach me how to use PS remotely, and he also wrote a tutorial step by step to help me design my Logo. To be honest, I feel particularly warm. In 2014, the most worth mentioning thing was that the friendship which had been lost for five years came back. There is also a friendship that once regarded me as life. They all came back one by one. Some people, some things, will know how to cherish only after losing. Therefore, I forgive some people, and also be forgiven by some people. In fact, when you get married one day, you will be more and more aware of the nature and significance of friends. Therefore, please cherish those friends who regard you as friends. The penultimate day of the birth year, that is, last night. My good friend sent me a red gift as the birth year after dinner. Here, I want to say thank you. Thank you for your husband, daughter, family and other friends, I will not mention them one by one here. I have you in my heart. In 2014, perhaps the most impressive thing was to sit on the stairs and cry like a child in front of my father and his mother about things that were not worth mentioning now. Now I think it may be because I am too sad and depressed that I will be so rude. Sometimes, I always feel that I am a shy and implicit person. But sometimes it is just the opposite. I dreamed at night, and who I dreamed of would tell the other person directly at dawn. I think, if you miss someone, you should tell him or her. Just like when I was a child, I had been thinking about a person for 4 years, and I could tell that person frankly. Of course, being calm means that it was just once. In my eyes, missing is a very simple thing. Missing is a sweet thing. Being missed is a happy thing. I think I am a strange person sometimes. Just like in the festival, looking at those copied blessings sent by others for many times. Obviously, I can send it to others by pressing my finger, but I am not willing to do so. I would rather spend some time writing names one by one and then sending simple and sincere blessings. Just like the photos of making skin care products, I am willing to do it myself, but I am willing to work harder. But I am not willing to enjoy others’ ready-made achievements, because among those achievements, I can’t see my existence. Sometimes, I am really stubborn. In addition to these, I continued to practice in my life and gradually figured out the advantages and disadvantages in the interpersonal relationship. This process will make you hard to accept and make you feel cold. Of course, there is a transitional period in everything. After that, you will feel that life is like this, and some people’s hearts are just like this. In 2014, meeting Min should be a pure coincidence, and my sixth sense I firmly believe that she will be the one who can change me. To sum up, 2014 have sorrow and joy, laughter is more than tears. Overall, it’s not bad. Continue to work hard to enrich the life of 2015. Recorded on 2014.12.31/arranged on 2015.01.10/Ju Li Ju Li QQ:877382107 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…

Years

In my life, I would like to compare time to a beautiful violin more often, for the walkers in my years to listen carefully, listen to the ancient history, and listen to the ups and downs of the times, listen to the rhythm of life and the heart sounds from people’s hearts, listen to the lingering feelings of flowers blooming and falling, and thank the Spring red, and listen to the lingering feelings of the eternal singing on the night of flowers in the Spring River. Yes, time is a history of thousands of years, and what constitutes the connotation and profound connotation of history comes from the life forgotten by time. As the Rambler who comes from behind, it is necessary to stop in front of it with a devout soul and listen seriously: no matter it is sad and crying, no matter it is heavy sigh or cry, no matter it is scattered into mud or she is laughing in the cluster, all these are worthy of my careful pilgrimage. Mao Zedong, a great man of a generation, said that the more the past happened, the more the world changed. Yes, the passage and change of time are not transferred by human will. Mao Zedong, as a close reading and intensive reading of history, as a rambler of the romantic figures in the years, mao Zedong took over the strings handed over by time in his own hands calmly as a winner, and expressed the lingering lofty aspirations from the bottom of his heart affectionately, which deeply touched the world, it touched the literati and poets at all times and in all countries, and even the years themselves were impressed by his exquisite acting skills. Looking at the back of the giant Mao Zedong, who was gradually moving away, the sigh from the years awakened the sleeping earth like thunder. People were ready to move, kneeling down under the flood of iron pillars of the flag of reform, approaching utility and looking forward to everything, it became the main melody played by the years. Therefore, the people of the whole country were floating and impatient, and they came on stage with the expression of a farce that was attacked by mud flow and did not distinguish the true from the false. Fortunately, as an observer or Walker outside the stadium, I have been carefully watching the ups and downs of the rhythm in the stadium year after year, which can be regarded as opening a window for my life experience, A door, through this door and window, makes my heart have another note or an unforgettable episode. As a walker, there is no requirement for life itself, and it is enough to have a simple meal, however, as a life, I can’t let the years pass over the sky in vain, let alone the white clouds floating under the sky easily. I will use my heart to persuade me to stay while sending invitations, express your own notes, your own episodes, as for good and bad, wrong and right, right and wrong, let me modify slowly in the following years! I think it will not refuse this request, nor will it refuse me thousands of miles away. Of course, I promise here that I will present the best feelings and the most beautiful melody to interpret the story in my heart. I will take Tang poetry as the artistic conception, Song poetry as the scenery, Yuan Song as the theme, years and historical vicissitudes as the foundation, and Rambler’s leisurely manner as the level and tone, in addition, with my pure feelings as the background and these elements as the mortgage, I think I will make the released melody more relaxed and melodious. In fact, I also know that as a Walker of time, the best way to exist is listening. This is one, the other is being good at capturing, and the third, merge the heard and captured bits and pieces into the river of life, and then plant peach branches, willows, plum or tea, poems or songs on the riverside, letting them cross the longitude and latitude of time, it provides people who walk here with a poetic home to feed themselves and a relaxing atmosphere to enjoy their ears. However, when I looked back at night, I found that all the people who went there were for entertainment and flirting, and they replaced watching with chasing and playing. Then, let’s put aside these disappointing scenes for a while, be self-righteous and justify yourself. As a rambler, it is far from enough to appear only as a spectator or an observer. Participating in it is the true character of a hero. Of course, I am not a hero in the years, but as the successor and inheritor of humanistic care, I should also be responsible. Looking back on my role in life these years, I have strengthened my pursuit of life, especially in recent years, through the experience of burning cigarettes and boiling words, let the heart be more convinced that the responsibilities and obligations of ramblers in the past and future are more onerous, but in any case, the road is tortuous, and the future is naturally bright. The condition is to stay away from politics, disputes and vested interests pursued by others. If these are achieved, whether it is flowering or fruit, failure or success has surpassed everything the Rambler thinks and thinks. In the years, the author appreciated a person most. He was neither a political tool nor a high-ranking official. In terms of status, he was just a civilian who made a living by forging iron. Relying on his personal knowledge, he could completely squeeze into the superstructure, at least chairman salon had no problem. However, he just made a living by forging iron, indulged in the society, forgot about the rivers and lakes, and listened to the changes of wind and rain as a rambler, listen to the sufferings of the folk, and use the silk strings in your hands to interpret the vicissitudes of time and feelings of life. He was Ji Kang, who was the first chair in the Seven Sages of bamboo forest. Just such a person, a life, has set up a monument for our Rambler. Thinking of him, my heart is happy and inexplicable. At the same time, I think of his ending, which is more than lamenting and crying! Looking back to today in reality, there are still many ramblers such as Ji Kang, which is a blessing of time. However, when thinking of the possibility that the ending may be repeated, do you know whether there are any traces of followers? This is questionable. As the author himself, I think, since the years have given me the mission and handed over the strings to me, I naturally devote all my love and affection to let the melody break through the bondage and shackles of the secular world, you have to play it passionately even for your noble soul 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…

Jiuqu

After going upstairs, I finally refused to go downstairs. When I went up and down, sweat soaked my hair tip. The grief of the seventh floor, the seventh floor which couldn’t afford to be hurt, no longer had the mood of pushing the window and looking far away after the boat and car were tired. It is the second day to go to work when you turn over the deserted calendar for a long time. When is the beginning of such a day of going up and down. I like to watch it, but what I hear is the tireless roar of the train outside the West Gate. The feeble nap dream was so innocently broken in the roar of the train. In Ziyang, which didn’t rain, I was looking for the cool wind. When I took a bus with two yuan, I saw the wide window of the car, but I couldn’t see the air conditioner with gasp. There was a smell of powder in the hot air. There are many stations, but the distance between them is very short. Ziyang girls with long hair and waist on the platform are like a string of smart commas, connecting the hot Ziyang city vividly and gently. Ziyang, who took a nap, couldn’t be silent about my hot and dry feelings. The uncle with wrinkles on his face pushed me the homemade banana fan enthusiastically. In the era when air conditioning prevailed, the fans which gave off the fragrance of nature just survived in my memory which was not so long. I couldn’t go against those long memories, so I carefully chose one and shook the fan with red edge to walk from Shiyan mouth to Ximen food market. Those hot wind, passing through the spire of the font library mountain, with my swinging thoughts, the dragonfly walked through Ziyang city in my memory like a little water. In the gray image, the past and present lives of Jiuqu River are still wandering in the Erli bridge in the south of the city, with thatched houses to build bamboos, Lotus fields and buildings, and reeds in the sky, it seemed that there were still two sparrows staying on the telegraph pole with feathers in each other. According to the old Ziyang people, the Jiuqu River used to be called Huangwan River. On those grassy and Blue banks, there were always yellow fish hidden by the Green hooks that could not be caught by the dolls. Burning or frying, pickled peppers or steaming, or sending or selling, there will always be a different chance for different tastes. It is said that Confucius used to cook tea with the water of nine songs when he visited Hong, A peach blossom on the shore, a stream of clear water, a piano and a bamboo sound, the person has passed away, leaving only a piece of elegance. Seeing the light swing of the BiFan, Jiuqu River is no longer two miles away from the south of the city. The green shade standing on the bank unexpectedly had the coolness of the breeze Mat. Although I had been to Ziyang several times before, I was still not familiar with Jiuqu River. Standing at the bridge of the West Gate, I saw the egrets flying and Catkins flying, and my impetuous and hot air was lost among the rippling waves of mountains and rivers. Ziyang is a city with stories. Jiuqu River is the mirror she has held for tens of thousands of years, listening to the sound of horseshoe on the bluestone along the river and going through the wind and rain for tens of thousands of years, vaguely, you can see the busy figures of ancestors of Shu people, or tie ropes to remember things or dig wood to make fire, or drink the sweet Jiuqu River water with stone basins. Three-Yin residual sound especially in, four walking hurriedly. Looking back at the place called keel mouth in Lujia town, a clear stream winds down and goes through twists and turns of more than 100 miles, pouring into the mijiang River in Huangwan River, this kind of water has been drunk by ancient Ziyang people, Chang Hong, Confucius and sanxian. It is a wonderful thing to think about drinking with the ancients. On the bank of the Weeping Willow, a small boat crossed slowly. The beauty of the flute on the boat invited me to travel together. It was not an old friend but a better old friend. Ziyang’s goodness made people feel a little uneasy. After thinking for a while, I refused euphemistically. I really couldn’t bear to destroy the poetic and picturesque dream scene. The beauty of Ziyang was obvious in this smiling moment. The boat went away and the Jiuqu River turned. I could see the God, but I forgot to leave. I still need to go to the building, which is the home for my heart after work. I also need to use that long-standing clumsy pen to remove the floating dust and record the prosperity of Jiuqu River. 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…

Now

Life seemed to lose all the taste suddenly, and looting materials seemed to grab a lot of salt and put it into mouth to make up for the vacancy of taste. If you don’t feel satisfied, you have to grasp more and kill those sensitive and tiny tentacles on your tongue. Therefore, I have left this pair of flesh. It takes more time to touch and roll. In those days when I shrank my clothes and ate tightly, I thought that if I could buy a small house, the House would get warm, take a hot bath, sit naked on the sofa, and put on a fluffy blanket, maybe a lifetime wish is enough. Later I bought the house, which is bigger than I imagined. I would not feel cold even if I was naked without a blanket. But I have never sat naked on the sofa. I still feel unhappy. I have traveled to more than half of the cities. I can eat, sleep, play, and then stay in the empty house. I don’t want to go anywhere. I used to describe myself as a drinker, drinking from a street stall to a magnificent hall, and finding that loving wine was just a stunt like claiming to love women when I was young. Most of the men around me are not happy like me, but they still have one love, that is, those who love women. But I can’t love those sitting beside me with strong face. Love is in memory. If you choose decadence, you have to be decadent and have a peaceful mind. Someone once said this to me. When there is no need to worry about material, there is decadent capital, so decadence occupies the whole life. Fat life, fat liver, fat thinking and fat erotic. How expensive the cleansing products are, you can’t clean the grease on your face and the sticky sleep. The buildings, viaducts and women’s bodies in the eyes are all like two fat meat in their belly, which are swollen, soft and dirty. No more narcissistic thoughts. I even started to hate myself. What do you expect him to fall in love with a person who can’t even love him? We can only pick the branches and leaves of those cassia trees, weave them into grass coats, weave them into Garland, wear them on our bodies and heads, to gain people’s love and their own love. Even if everyone pretends to love you because of loving your Cassia clothes, you still can’t convince yourself to love yourself. Your heart is hard and empty. You said, hardness is because of the baptism of common affairs, emptiness is because of the people who left, taking everything away. For a long time, I am no longer willing to travel. Because there is no big difference between cities in the world. For a long time, I am no longer willing to fall in love. Because there is no big difference between women in the world. If there is still a place to go, it is to return to hometown. But as you know, hometown is just like first love, which can never be returned in the whole life. 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…

Retain

Retain the blue in that piece of memory as time goes by, the fragments of memory will gradually fade and blur, and gradually disappear. But some unforgettable memories will be sealed in the deep of the memory forever by Chen. Just like the treasures stored in the box, the aged wine in the wine cellar, the longer the age is, the more precious it is, the more fragrant and mellow it is. When you open the box of memory, it will appear in front of you without reservation. My neighbor is an experienced old railway and has retired for many years. When he recalled the past he had experienced, it was really like talking endlessly. He split mountains, dug tunnels, climbed cliffs and bridges, and left his footprints in more than half of China in the mountains, mountains and plateau basins. My neighbor, he is a man from Shandong, generous and honest. He seldom mentioned his hard working environment and was always optimistic. He said that the natural environment at that time was so beautiful and desirable. In the vast green prairie, the boundless Meadow is slightly wild and wild, where people are so rare that it is full of wild beauty, natural beauty, primitive beauty and ecological beauty, there is no trace of artificial carving. The most memorable time was after the Labor, the sunset glow was like the blazing flame which made the setting sun turn red. Gradually the setting sun was melted into more than half by the flame, and half disappeared bit by bit. The West also changed from bright red to orange dark red. The weeds on the grassland gradually turned into dark green with the setting sun, and the unknown wild flowers springing out of the grass filled the air with the unique fresh flavor of the grass and the faint fragrance of the flowers which seemed to be erratic, send your breath to nurture your senses. It really makes you feel relaxed and happy. After a day’s work, the workers and masters gathered around the campfire, drinking the delicious vegetable soup made by the chef with fresh fresh pulp and wild fruits, and eating the fragrant rice. A small river meandered in front of the tent. The water was gurgling and the bonfire turned everyone’s face red. Crickets and all kinds of unknown bugs were singing one after another. Occasionally, one or two melodious birds were singing, just like accompanying a beautiful and pleasant grassland Sonata. At this time, I didn’t know who blew the harmonica, and the melodious and beautiful sound of the harmonica drifted away to the distance. Someone couldn’t help singing with the harmonica, although the singing was not so professional, but the high and slightly hoarse singing interprets the cognition and awe of nature. The song is full of passion and emotion. Without the experience of being in person, I would never sing such a rich and affectionate song without the feeling of nature. People here couldn’t help being moved by it. Everyone stopped talking. Everything on the grassland was quiet except the sound of insects. People were listening to this song singing with their hearts. What a beautiful night on the grassland, the singing echoed in the air and drifted to the charming unknown places far away. There were stars in the sky, and the moon like a silver basin spread the clear glow all over the grassland. The Wilderness became both mysterious and clear. It was very late that everyone was reluctant to leave. In the early morning, when the fish belly was just white in the east, the railway workers were working in the labor site wearing the sunlight. The sun bathed in the rays of sunlight, looked at these people in advance of time in shame. The most unforgettable piece of blue on the grassland is the piece of blue after a rainy day. The sky is like a huge blue jade which has just been washed. It is so crystal clear and flawless, and the sky presents a piece of blue color. The blue one is so thorough and incredible, and the affection is so fascinating. The blue one makes your heart shake, while the blue one makes you feel happy after a little tipsy, intoxicated in this unforgettable blue light. Now I have occasionally seen the blue sky which is extravagant and rare in the city, but that blue is mixed with white or gray blue. It is the blue of regret and injury, the blue of sloppy water, and the blue mixed with anxious mood. Does this blue disappear forever in the city? Is this blue only an unforgettable memory? Is it the lingering pain? According to the old railway, I would like to recall this kind of blue, which I have seen in the grassland, and there is another place in deep mountains and rivers. When the railway workers walked into the wild primeval forest, it was really hundreds of miles long. All the peaks were flourishing, thousands of mountains were standing, and dangerous peaks were standing. The peaks are surrounded by Luo, Song Wu, onion Qian, shade, dazzling. People who entered the mountain were intoxicated in this beautiful and fairyland nature, completely forgetting the hardship and tiredness in their work. They are the spoiled sons of the Earth, enjoying everything God has given them. Due to the hard living environment, the supplies are often sent out untimely due to the constraints of natural conditions. In order to improve the workers’ meals, several cooks did their best. They themselves are mountain people, who often pick mushrooms and dig mountain treasures to reward workers. Once, they came to the bottom of the mountain along the waterfall. A huge deep pool appeared before their eyes, and the dark and secluded water was unfathomable. The huge waterfall roared down in horror, making a deafening and thrilling roar. The splashing water drops make the clouds around the deep pool swirling and mist. At that time, people still had poor awareness of environmental protection. They fried fish with explosives. In the deep pool, a wisp of red line rises from the bottom of the pool for a while. If a giant object floats from the bottom of the pool after more than ten minutes. Ah! That is a big fish! The old railway said that he was only sixteen or seventeen years old at that time and was 1.67 meters tall. He raised the fish head above his head and dragged the tail on the ground. That fish is so delicious. It really shocked you, made your heart swaying and unforgettable, and made your aftertaste full of fragrance. Since then, I have eaten all kinds of fish made by famous teachers, but none of them can be compared with them. No matter I am in the galloping mountain stream and canyon of Yajiao or standing on the top of the mountain which is not full of feet for thousands of nights, I would like to raise my head and look at the blue sky. The touching blue and the implicit and meaningful Blue will always be my favorite! I love this blue and hope it will not be buried in my memory forever and become a rare treasure. I pray that it will come back to this city and our side again. Writer: Zang Qiying Zan (prose editor: Ink drops into wounds) spring snow elimination 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…

Please not

Xiaoni once again ushered in a new task, which was to borrow the craft in her warehouse regularly, and when the craft content was changed, she informed the borrowing staff one by one to change the page number content. No, Xiaoni started the work she had repeated many times again. She picked up the phone from the studio and informed them one by one: Hey! Hello! Your craft needs to be changed! Thank you! Please come here to change the borrowing process! After an hour, Xiaoni finally put down the phone with dry mouth, took a breath, and there was only one person left. Once the notice was finished, the craft left in the warehouse could be replaced. But it was this person who made Xiaoni hesitate and hesitate. Was it a phone call? If she doesn’t fight, it will affect her work. Let’s fight. Although this difficult girl is Xiaoni’s classmate, she always complains repeatedly and grieved in every Notice. It’s OK if she just listens to complaints, xiaoni could only make many noises in her ears, but the communication with this female classmate made contributions with her own mobile phone. In her classmate’s mouth, this contact information was euphemistically called “more direct and faster” by her, it is more convenient than using office public telephone. Therefore, the poor public telephone in her office retired. As a result, every time Xiaoni listened to her complaints and nagging, she became a precious word. This time, Xiaoni stared at the name of her classmate in the mobile phone in a daze. Xiaoni understood that it was very important to change the version. If the version was not replaced properly, it would cause quality problems of the product. Every data in it, every paragraph of words is related to the quality of the product, but every time I call, the long complaint turns into a huge weight, and Xiaoni can’t breathe. For Xiaoni, whose monthly income is only 2,000, this telephone bill is accumulated day by day, which is also a lot of pressure. However, Xiaoni still endured the dissatisfaction and heartache in her heart and dialed the phone. The beep in the phone hurt Xiaoni’s eardrum. With a Bang, the phone was connected, and Xiaoni spoke hurriedly: Hello! Where! Hello! Your craft needs to be changed! Then, a paragraph of words came: Why change the version again? Didn’t I just change it? Why is this version changing endless! Xiaoni’s head is getting bigger! You said! What did you change? What model? What? Who changed the craft? A series of questions made Xiaoni stunned. She stared at the phone sadly. One second, one minute, ten minutes, and twenty minutes passed like running water. Xiaoni seemed to see the clashing coins flowing away in the water, the colic inside is really called helplessness. Fan’s nagging still spread around my ears: Don’t bother me to nag you. I’m not going well either. There are many jobs and complicated things. It takes me a lot of energy to add your version change! And you inform me to change the version so frequently, you go to discuss with the technical unit, and let them not take the change as a meal! Xiaoni had a black line. This unreasonable request was that the factory task should be carried out and the progress of the unit should be carried out. However, she asked herself to ask others to postpone the work. Xiaoni almost vomited blood. Nagging is going on. Why did you say I was in a bad mood last time? Why am I not good? I said something more to you just because we are friends. Don’t be annoyed. I just say something and complain. You have to learn how to work, don’t change the version so actively! Xiaoni couldn’t bear it, so she had to say to fan: Sister, can you understand me. We are working on our own phone. You can’t forgive me. I only earn 2,000 yuan per month. Please help me save it! Your salary is low. You tell the leader. I didn’t take you as an outsider, so I told you so much. And you usually use a public phone and other people’s notice, just use a mobile phone with me, how much can it cost? Xiaoni wanted to cry helplessly. So, Xiaoni thought, even if the notice was in place, cruel, hang up. Therefore, Xiaoni hurried to say that I was informed and I hung up first! No hanging! You haven’t made it clear, how can I change the version? Xiaoni’s tone was already anxious: that’s it. It has been almost half an hour. I can’t communicate with you for half an hour every day for changing the version. I can’t stand it! After saying that, he hung up the phone and took a long breath. Therefore, Xiaoni thought in her heart: if she regards work as a burden and imposes her own burden on others, it can be regarded as a plot to kill others’ lives. There are always people invisibly, cutting others with an invisible knife and taking it as happiness is also called cruelty! Therefore, Xiaoni shouted out the words accumulated in her heart: Please don’t complain about you in my world! Please don’t let me pay for your complaint! 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…

Another

(1) at first, all kinds of small food were tempted, and then I played the game of throwing a pen cap and picking it up by hands, playing the game that his hands were hidden in the bed and caught by me as a little mouse. When I opened my arms to hug him into my arms, he hid in the corner of Kang. I closed my eyes and grabbed him when he came over carefully and squatted down to look at me. He screamed excitedly and bent his back with laughter. Two-year-old Kaiyi got acquainted with me after three or two times. Then he showed me all kinds of skills, such as pitching, driving a motorcycle, riding a toy bull, and dancing hip-twisting dance. Children can perceive love and love most accurately. He will stick to whoever raises him, and he will think whoever loves him is beautiful. It was cold last night, so I slept outside the floor-standing curtain with purple jasmine and Morning Glory. I felt happy when I pulled the curtain this morning. The four purple jasmine flowers which were in full bloom last night were still open unexpectedly. It seemed that the morning glory flowers were still open on this node as usual. Now, there are five half-waist vines in a row. They also showed me their ability, just like the cute little Kaiyi. After raising flowers, it was like raising a daughter. She was happy while thinking about it. Flower also dependents. My mercy and gentleness are nourished by the growth of branches and leaves, the unrestrained blooming, and the incessant fragrance. (Ii) in the large porcelain flowerpot with pure white Foundation, three or five red magnolia flowers on the wall, wavy edges and glowing light, it turned out that there were more than a dozen blooming phalaenopsis flowers, this year I planted morning glory with it. I just opened two, and somehow the leaves and vines withered together. I took off the dead leaves and cut the vines and went out to tie the string on the flowerpot. White porcelain flowerpots are full of morning glory, which is my dream that I have raised for several months. The realization of a good dream is often the kind wish of human wishful thinking. Wish and reality are always separated by mountains and water. Many times, the mountain also climbs and wanders, but cannot reach the other shore of wish. Not think blow. To bear and accept all kinds of bad things in the world is the volume refined by time. After encountering setbacks, we still believe in breeding hope, which is the sunshine mentality brought up by flower cultivation. I loosened the soil in the flowerpot with a small shovel, and mixed it with special fertilizer for flowers. Crops and flowers all depend on fertilizer. Only when the soil is fattened can the soil raise crops with deep roots and strong seedlings. It was my father’s lesson when he was a teenager. I remember that at that time, others were still busy planting a crop of millet after cutting wheat in June, but my father left the land idle until September to sow wheat. We were anxious. He said that the soil was the same as human beings, and the wheat grew a lot of strength. Now we had to let it take a breath, and then we tried our best to make it strong. Preparing early to accumulate strength is also the confidence to accumulate life to go to a broad place. I used my father’s experience of raising crops to raise flowers and Sons, which was quite fruitful. (3) the flowerpot for raising peony has been idle for a long time. The vigorous peony root dug from my hometown in spring, not only did I not raise flowers, but finally the branches withered into a handful of dry firewood. Why do you still need to work hard on hopeless things? Simply let the basin soil dry thoroughly. With extra rice washing water, it will be poured into the basin and filled with some fertilizer that has not been used for a long time. Take out the rotten root of the flower-Cultivating soil together. Heart will action. I opened the soil, but was stunned for a while. In my mind, the flower roots which had been beyond redemption unexpectedly gave birth to several little white fibrous roots. At the top of the old roots, there were white bulges, and many of them were clearly new-born bacillus. It turns out that the root of peony has been trying hard to grow, but I gave up its lack of trust and patience, which is a taboo to raise flowers and children. The same is true for cultivating feelings. You have to take your time, moisten things silently, and then you can get through the water. The flower root hidden under the soil is like the emotion hidden in the heart. You are not a clink eye, how can you see through it at a glance? Through the education of flowers, I have strengthened my faith in believing, enduring, waiting, accompanying and watching the baby flowers and all kinds of things in the world. (Iv) a blooming red palm flower stem, somehow cracked, and the edge of the flower was also damaged. I have already lost hope for that flower. Flowering stems but don’t give up, straight flower unexpectedly bend over bend over, 1.1 point healing wound. Although it is not as tall as other flowers, it still has a red flower. Plants, People and every life actually have the ability of self-healing. Therefore, do not worry about nothing. Sometimes, it is also merciful not to help or help others. 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…

Weekend

Maybe it was because of the cold weather that there were not many people in the bookstore, so it was deserted. Of course, I don’t like noisy scenes either. After all, bookstores are somewhat different from other places. Speaking of it, I am a regular customer of this bookstore, and I buy five or six books every year. Of course, I don’t buy books every time, sometimes I just read them casually. The pattern of this bookstore I am familiar. The first floor is a book store, and the second floor is a reader’s borrowing area. In the corner of the right hand of the bookstore entrance, there is a magazine exhibition stand, which displays magazines such as readers, Yilin and special attention. It is this inconspicuous place that will make me stop for a long time. It is also a very pleasant thing to read new magazines. The fly in the ointment is that there is no place to sit, only to stand against the wall. In fact, it doesn’t matter as long as there are books to read and stand. After reading several new magazines, the whole afternoon passed. Such experience, I once wrote an article “Ruo Shu” to record. So I turned to the bookshelf opposite the bar counter. Most of the books here are suitable for my taste. In this area, I bought a lot of favorite books. I don’t know when the new books on the shelves are covered with a layer of transparent film. Because of the extra packaging, you can’t see the contents of the books. A new book just looks at the cover and back. In my opinion, such packaging is nothing more than two points: one is to protect books; The other is the promotion method of merchants. You don’t want to read it at will. If you want to read it, you have to pay for it. Alas, a little uncomfortable. It used to be a small part of books in bookstores, but now basically the newly listed books are like this, so there is no way out. It seemed that the bookstore gradually became estranged from me, even if there was only a thin film. It is estimated that I will seldom come here in the future, because I can’t read books. Recalling the situation of reading books in the bookstore before, the warm scene had become a wonderful past, and I felt a little disappointed in my heart. If you can’t take the light, you will be angry. It’s a little petty. No, it seems that I am really worthless. Maybe the bookstore was ready to be rearranged, and this time I saw a lot of bookshelves were empty, including the display shelf where magazines were originally placed, and there was no book on it. Somehow, there is no desire to buy books this time, although there are several books that feel good. After staying for more than half an hour, I didn’t see the newly arrived magazines. The new books were tightly wrapped by films, like strangers one by one, looking at me with cold faces. Except for two young shop assistants, I was the only one looking for the whole bookstore, but I didn’t see any books. So I took a few pictures and left. After leaving the bookstore, I found that the bookstore was as cold as the street without any warmth. 2015.11.30 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…