To word

The Flying Flowers in the dream are different, and a cup of Zen tea comforts the whole life. Some words and sentences are not filled with ink, but are taken in my arms. A period of life is not to please others’ eyes, but to perform a monologue belonging to oneself. The leading role is not that important, but the mentality when playing. Process, or cry or laugh, get and own sometimes only between one thought. Inscription time in writing can be lightly loved and loved, and can be lightly written. A wandering heart is cleaned by a note of white, even if it has been broken, after thousands of sails have been gone, the honor and disgrace will never be surprised, but I will always be intoxicated in the silent annual rings by accident. I suddenly realize that everything in the vast world can be so small that they disappear, no one mentions it and will die in the deep sea city. Take the words as warm, comfort me duckweed wandering for half a life, feel lost fleeting time, walk alone, wait for the fate of life, time wet the promise, then my heart has been idle. The wind is clear and the clouds are light. In such an afternoon, make a cup of tea and watch the Green Tea rolling in the clear boiled water. At this moment, the air is quiet, I am quiet, only the branches and leaves on the tree outside the window were shaking. Sitting upright, speechless, looking for the secret of the mind in the time of a cup of tea, there is a long thread, someone will always hide in the bottom of my heart, open the title page of memory, a trace of shadow came into my eyes, A piece of warmth gives off a touch of fragrance. Time has not stopped, and I have not grown old. I read you in my heart gracefully while this cup of tea has not cooled down. After all, I can’t sit in a city and look at myself clearly. The warmth of my fingertips is still lingering with the story of words. The call of Hyacinth still continues in the distance. In the wind, the hyacinth strings are woven one after another with transparency. If it is touched carelessly, a shallow song of chanting will ring. Sometimes I wonder what kind of life-and-death encounter it would be like in this flowing year like water. I will play all my joys and sorrows in a period of life, and I will never forget it for the rest of my life. As if I was like the dust swaying in the end of the world, where it gently fell, and who did I accidentally look back. If so, there will be another day when everything returns to calm, can you allow me to stay in a quiet place, plant flowers and grass, plant my old age, and live peacefully in a leaf and a Bodhi. If you can, sit in front of the Xuan window with your fingertips circling incense, and write a song of missing with a bright moon. When the wind chimes play the mystery of midnight, your heart will be like a rhinoceros at that moment, will you shiver when you are thousands of miles away? There was a slight pain in your heart for a moment. This moment has nothing to do with cold and warm, just because you deeply loved it. If I miss you, I will not find you, will you come to find me? No matter how long it is, regardless of everything, I will travel across the mountains and rivers, take a wisp of wind and thin thoughts, and carve the mark of time at the corner of the season, I will remember that you have been here in my world, leaving me the beauty of a poem to spend time with me. When reading a book, the wind blows, the long hair touches the face, gently soft as the light of the fingers, it will accidentally fall on the tip of the pen, leaving a hint of dark fragrance around the sleeves, quiet and pure, smell noisy not language. I am still used to writing words, looking through the mood of a little girl in the shallow Winter. It has nothing to do with sorrow and happiness, but only with joy. Choose a square piece of brocade to embroider the memory of love, and use plain threads to embroider the rhyme of love carefully. When the world is stable, you and I will no longer look far away from each other, it will definitely become a perfect brocade. Really, one day, this piece of plain brocade will be spread out, and a clear joy will suddenly appear in the affectionate eyes, and then it will turn plain in a flash. At that time, please don’t think that all the affectionate feelings have nowhere to be found, maybe I just read the quiet love with another attitude. At the end of November, time was always busy walking. With the pace of the season, it was neither urgent nor slow. As for some mood, it always changed in some mood. This winter has not yet completely felt the cold coming. I still sit in a thin shirt in front of the window of the South Country, reading and writing, listening to the low singing in the years. For several days, the sunshine has been warm, without the warmth of summer and the coldness of winter, just like the warmth of a city in a good day, quietly shining on my plain face, letting me wander in the feelings of writing and ink comfortably. The distance is still beautiful as always. One side of the plain paper deposits the looking of the soul, and unconsciously the mind is blooming into flowers in the wind. I thought, in what season should I write the next article about Zen, drink the melancholy of the years in the thoughts of passing mountains and water, and write to describe the deep feelings on the paper for a person, full of ethereal beauty. Maybe one day, I will walk through the empty mountain quiet temple, worship every Buddha, listen to the long and distant eulogies, and my heart will be quiet at that moment, as quiet as a pool of lake water, even if the wind blows occasionally, it will not make a pool of ripples again. Warm me with words to comfort me with duckweed wandering. Listening to a melody, you can wash away the exhaustion of your soul and purify your soul. For a long time, someone has been asking, what kind of woman I am behind the words, can you write those clear and quiet words? It is so simple that it does not need any gorgeous decoration, but it does not lose sincerity. Just because I like it, if my heart is transparent without distracting thoughts, the words will also be as pure as water. As always, I am still the woman walking in the world. I love the person I love with a simple heart, and write the words I like, which are not comparable to flowers, nor compete with the crowd, any line of Heart Whisper in the time of life. Text: Su Yan silent praise (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

Corner

Tired of sleep but away from sleep, the window opened. Who was listening to the sound of leaving at night, flowers or trees or the leaves that had just landed? Was it tired? The light dancing leaves are spinning and Fanning, with a little bit of air flow, which seems to be gently rubbed by the night, mixed with the cold of the night and the fragrance of the leaves. Hovering around the ears and lips, he came in as soon as he sucked in. He turned around his body mischievously and finally surrounded his heart. Recalling the dream that the world refused to leave, now it was messed up by the naughty children, and finally it was broken and even the fairyland could not go back. The last thought of the night also disappeared, just like the dream, and stayed in the future to look for and imagine. Unconsciously, I have stepped outside the house. Now that I have come out, I will continue to be ignorant… there will always be something inconspicuous in the inconspicuous corner, just like me, staying in the unknown corner all the time, waiting for the unknown creatures to pass through the inconspicuous corner, maybe there will be a few rays of thin air lingering around my dim figure, and then there will only be full of joy. Fate is a trick and a spin. This time he chose me to be the unknown creature. Maybe it was pitiful for me to wait anxiously for a long time. Maybe it was because I thought too much. How arrogant the dwarf tree fence is, but its hidden heart is more charming. Between the eyes, a few rays of eye color flick out, but the green hidden in the corner shivered. Look down and whisper. Do you know that we are a kind of thing? After a few quivers, I seemed to wonder why I became a watcher, but actually it was not. The world is big, and this place is as big as it is small. I stand in the corner of this world. At this time, you are the watcher, while I am the stationer. The corner is the most ruthless, silent, no scene, no intention, you stay here so weak, there is no place to survive, taller than you, everywhere, they block your front above you, how long can you survive if you plunder your nutrients greedily? We are the same, but I can only sigh for you. Suddenly, other colors appeared in The Glances. The glances were everywhere, and those light ions were spinning in the green like naughty children. Oh, even if it was difficult, there would be a way out, seemingly tall but with gaps, those naughty lights flew down from the gaps, like shining cherry blossoms. Yeah! The big world also has its leakage, and the white color is slightly flawed. Since we want to hide under this world, there must be a way paved by light, waiting for us to find and get involved. When I turned around, the light was shining. Gently open your hands, it seems that there is a cloud of warmth rising in the palm, this warmth does not need any embellishment of power and money. She is the purest and warmest, sending blessings from the heart to every corner. I am in the corner, and I am also in the heart… 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…

Long

Distance, the cause of regret; Distance, the enemy of hope; Distance, the warmth of each other …… the line spacing between books beats the desire of galloping; The estrangement between books, it is the shortcoming of the alienated journey. Thousands of books can’t cover the vicissitudes and perseverance revealed by the ragged clothes of thousands of miles; The dazzling lights can’t resist the curse symbol of sunspots in the sunshine. The meaning of symbols is not the vertical semantic content, but the horizontal context association and interpersonal communication wandering in it. The carrier of paper can contain the epitome of tens of millions of faces, but it can not reveal the story behind a face. Maybe, life thus becomes a lonely one-way train; Maybe, you and I on the train have the space and time needed by each other. And: all the stories on the way may be created by distance, which seems to be beautiful but actually depressed eulogies ………. the time and space without leisure play is filled with the charm of fame and wealth that never fades, mixed with the bustling sound that never fades. A moment of tranquility cannot restrict the inner desire, but drives the external preparation; Deconstructs the desolation belonging to yesterday, and constructs the noise towards tomorrow. A few pages of clean content, I hope to have my own story; The place under the mist, I hope there is no track when it disappears. Looking through the Book of Life, page after page, I hope: I can save enough notes that I can expect from my peers in the afterlife, it can also leave several bright colors that can be marked and the distance that can be looked back …… 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…

Children

Put down the Cross of the soul and sleep well tomorrow will be full of flowers. Don’t immerse yourself in today’s mistakes. We adjust our pace and hum a song easily. Let yourself say to yourself without hesitation, I can pass the exam, give yourself confidence the preparation for so many days will not be attached to the water flowing eastward the cultivator who has been waiting for him silently is always full of harvest in the garden. Don’t worry anymore. Lock your brows even if there is a mistake, we put it in the wind this time the mistakes are not permanent. Deal with them carefully tomorrow. I believe you will make up for them. Life is very long. Many of your college entrance examinations are just the first time in your life, cheers on the contrary, just smile calmly. Kid, don’t think about good or bad you are in my eyes, everything is good in your heart. You have already proved your existing ability when you enter the examination room. Don’t have the burden of thinking. I will be behind you. Both good and bad will cheer for you. Believe in your own strength as long as you go all out, may the college entrance examination be the most wonderful praise in your life (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow will disappear in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Heart cold

After having lunch, I had nothing to do. I wandered around the Internet with my mobile phone and watched all kinds of anecdotes and entertainment gossip, suddenly I saw an article about migrant workers and college students, whose content was the comparison between them. After reading it, I thought it was good, so I decided to read this kind of article, and there were some similar articles at the end, then I opened the title with full expectation, which made me lose interest at once, and even felt a little angry: The article roughly described how the wages of construction migrant workers were high and how to evade taxes. In my opinion, the salary of the author is probably not as good as that of the migrant workers in the article, otherwise he would not be so jealous. The author is so pitiful, and his life is 100 times better than that of the migrant workers, he would feel that he is even inferior. The world is fair. He only saw that others got more than him, but he never thought that there should always be a reason behind such a high salary. Since migrant workers can do the work, the technical content is not too high, so the reason is obvious: others pay more than him. I couldn’t help laughing. Maybe many people would be shocked after reading this article. The migrant workers who were wearing dusty and tattered clothes and wearing scratch-covered safety helmets on buses and subways were unavoidable, the salary is one or even several times that of most people in the car! Yes, such a fact makes people dressed brightly, and the decent people who once despised farmers feel embarrassed! 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…

A only

After a day’s rest, I turned off the phone. There were invitations yesterday noon and evening, so I quit unconsciously. However, it is time to quit the drinking in the past week. Once you have a rest, you will accompany your family. I cooked a meal at noon, and made it better at night. I prepared a chicken and a fish. See if your craft is as described in the book. My wife said, “it’s related to the hit of” China on the tip of the tongue “. I smiled but didn’t answer, looking at the fowl with rising fragrance, thinking. This kind of culture which has been inherited for thousands of years, the unique diet tradition of China and China, one of the treasures of the nation, is thousands of miles or thousands of miles, all because of the secular life of this nation, the plain quality has a long history and the crystallization of wisdom. Therefore, with the development of human taste buds, it is the brilliance, flowing wind, rivers and mountains of this land that rotate and rise together. However, what role will each body play in the vast river and rich soil? The drunkenness a few days ago made strange dreams appear one by one in extreme excitement and in the legendary booming illusion like taking drugs. Last night seemed to be just a picture of circulation, a TV series of self-acting and self-directed, about the memory and changes in the youth, and the fantasy and evolution of the work of the unit. I am a talking livestock, a donkey which lost its direction to grind. In the morning, the nightmare that suddenly appeared was because my heart had met the examination in recent days. The Crisis and danger that appeared increasingly tired made me wake up from my dream and say the above words. The dream image of the night before was chased by a flock of snakes. What’s more surprising is that animals such as huge poultry like adults exist in groups of groups in a dark area like hell, working and cultivating. This kind of dream or reality makes me often dream, but it is always beyond my expectation and the scene is colorful. Are these not the real field, but the world of another domain? Are those different foreign objects with different images the so-called ghosts and demons? Terrible and strange, surprised and doubtful, such dreams or reality. My soul is constantly wandering between these two worlds, shuttling between the two interfaces. No, maybe in the star point feeling of real work, in the preparation of a dinner party in reality, another interface of writing and story is entered. In this more real land, on the more magical land, like that huge cock, dragging the ploughshare, silently and surprisingly ploughing. 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…

Suddenly

Late Autumn, a flash of rain sprinkles on the pavilion. The Sill chrysanthemum is sparse, the well Wu is messy, causing residual smoke. Sad, Wangjiang pass, flying clouds dim sunset. Song Yu felt sad at that time, facing the water and climbing the mountain. The pedestrians were sad and tired to listen to the long water flowing. The cicada is singing the fallen leaves, and the grass is declining, and the corresponding noise is loud. A Song of late autumn written by Liu Yong described the late autumn vividly and blended the scene. I always like autumn, especially late autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the moon is soft and the wind is light, everything is quiet and beautiful, as if living in fairyland. I like this season, especially the brightness of late autumn, the maturity of late autumn and the sorrow of late autumn. It is estimated that this feeling is very similar to the sadness in my heart, and there is a slight sadness hidden in the graceful and restrained. A gust of wind blows from the lake, soft, light, withered residual Lotus is swaying with the wind, floating leaves are swimming around the lake; Some flowers begin to fade, and petals are scattered in the air, there was a faint lingering fragrance; The phoenix trees on the roadside began to shake off the yellow leaves, falling on the ground one by one, adding a few faint desolation to this autumn. Is: wordless alone on West Building, month hook, lonely Indus Shen yuan lock clear autumn. There are many poems and sorrows when flowers fall on the ground. At this moment, I can’t see the osmanthus anymore. The intoxicating fragrance of the other day has disappeared. I searched in the wind, but I didn’t smell the bleak cold blowing out from the cold, it seems to be a signal from late autumn: suddenly autumn is deep! It is not too much to describe this time with the word “cold and clear autumn”. The feeling that forced into the bottom of my heart, with a withered breath and a little bitterness, adds a lot of colors to the previous words, my thoughts passed through the water of the reeds and across the shore. I don’t know that sadness, but have I ever drifted through that window tonight? Those mottled past events, those flowers blossoming and falling, all became the mark of years. After all, they could not achieve a satisfactory result. They could only fill up a poem and continue to write a story. They could only make a period of time to be quiet and beautiful, and. Thinking of this, I smiled. In fact, missing is also a kind of beauty. Fortunately, everything can be as you wish, but in the corner of the heart, quietly, for a long time, put a name. Even if the time is too late, what about Sijun’s white head! In late autumn, it was always a little thin and cold, but my heart was warm again in my palm. I wanted to write some simple words, but I didn’t write about Fengyue or you, but after writing down, I still provoked the lovesickness on the paper. When writing down, I wrote your name and painted it, just draw your face. Those once beautiful and warm are vivid in my mind. I can only fly with the breeze of late autumn. Wish a person’s heart, the white head will not be separated, this is the hope of many people’s heart, and how many people can not reach the dream. Standing at the intersection of late autumn, I suddenly realized that holding the possession in my hands was much more real and appropriate than being far away. Walking in the twilight and late autumn, I gradually experienced the unique beauty of this season, which was not only half fragrant and half thin, but also a hint of hope all the way in the setting sun. Close your eyes and think, life is like this. There are always some imperfections that will follow you. But please don’t complain or sigh. Just listen to the sound of flowers falling quietly, you can hear happiness calling you: a thin coat, a wisp of sunset, the softness of the face blown by the wind, and the fragrance of food. This is beautiful, and this is enough! I don’t know when the sky gets dark. The moon has risen up to the sky quietly, and the clear glow shines on the Phoenix Tree Forest in front of the door, spilling out the ground with tiny wisps. I stood in the moonlight, listening to the silent tears of the frost under the moon, watching the chill spreading over the treetop of the Phoenix Tree, scraping down a few yellow leaves and stepping on the rustling sound. I couldn’t help sighing: After the rustling leaves withered, the rustling face was pale. The wind gently kissed the fallen leaves, leaving a deep feeling. In the depth of time, the moon seemed to shake. The night gets colder, and the Autumn gets deeper. Poet Haizi said: in this world, autumn is deep, what should be obtained has not yet been obtained, and what should be lost has already been lost. 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…

Spring

Spring, summer, autumn and winter. In the four seasons of the year, I am afraid that my favorite seasons are spring and autumn. Facing the spring, I have too many emotions to express, too many emotions to release and flow, and more reverie to pause in a word, the thoughts that spring brings to me are like rain, fog and wind, layered and surrounded my heart. However, the love for autumn is entirely out of its scenery: blue sky, white clouds, yellow leaves, and cancan valleys. If you browse through life here, there will be great gains and great joy. Now is the season I like. I should have stepped on the dance steps to visit friends in nature, or walked around without any destination to see the wings passing by the Swallow in the sky, just like in previous years, smelling the fragrance of the field flowers, listening to the pleasant cry of cuckoo birds overhead, kissing the solid Earth under my feet, and singing my favorite Xintianyou with my loud voice, how delightful it should be. However, facing the current spring, I not only have no interest in the past, but also feel oppressed and depressed from time to time. What is the reason? I can tell you, who is responsible for our tomorrow? That is to say, facing the land exchanged with countless dead lives, facing the danger of being carved up by traitors, facing the approved genetically modified food, facing the humiliated and enslaved people living at the bottom, facing the crazy plunder of a group of wolves led by American imperialism and people thinking like this, there may be many people in China, and this number is estimated to be no less, after all, we live in the same society, the same family and the same ancestor, but because we don’t have prominent rights and status, people are humble, which is also in line with the current survival situation. But in any case, we never forget the ancient motto that every man is responsible for the prosperity of the world. It is because of this that China has come to today. I deeply know that when the country is invaded by foreign races, it is the day when people wake up and resist! This past history has told us clearly. But when we face such humiliation today, I wonder: why are you not angry, Chinese? Have we forgotten our ancestors, the Chinese, the sacred mission given to us by history, the mother river that nurtures us, and the deep teachings of Mao Zedong, the people’s leader, forget the bloody Nanjing massacre, the compatriots killed by bombs in foreign countries, and the soldiers guarding in the air, one by one, all carved on the hearts of every conscience Chinese, don’t expect the redemption of American imperialism. Today in Iraq may be our tomorrow. We don’t have to endure and wait any more. Instead, we should be like Yue Fei, the national hero, who was angry and rushed to the Crown, and rose from the shore, expel Da Lu, return me rivers and mountains! Chairman Mao, the great leader, taught us that the United States empire and all reactionaries are paper tigers. As long as our people unite, they will be wiped out! But when we face such humiliation today, I wonder why Chinese are not angry. Have we forgotten our ancestors and that we are upright Chinese, forget the sacred great undertaking given by history, the legacy of Sun Yat-sen, the father of the nation, the mother river that nurtures us and the socialist road created by Mao Zedong, the people’s leader, forget the bones of the dregs Cave, forget the bloody Nanjing Massacre, forget the compatriots killed in foreign countries, forget the air guards defending the dignity of the motherland, one by one, they are engraved on the hearts of every conscience. Don’t expect the redemption of American imperialism. Today in Iraq may be our tomorrow. We should not endure and wait any more, but we should hold high the great banner of Mao Zedong Thought and march forward bravely along his revolutionary route! Chairman Mao said, the United States empire and all reactionaries are paper tigers. As long as our people unite and fight against each other, Victory must belong to our people! Aren’t the once arrogant Japanese invaders and Kuomintang reactionaries eliminated by us? Our weakness today is the shame of tomorrow. Therefore, we should shout our roar, sing our magnificent national anthem, build our new Great Wall and march forward with the gunfire of the enemy! Countless martyrs who sacrificed their precious lives for our liberation cause, for the peace and tranquility of our descendants for thousands of generations, for the solid land under our feet, our compatriots struggle for the truth, we should be proud and glorious. I firmly believe that Mao Zedong’s spirit is overlooking us and that he will protect, bless and support his people in the just struggle against oppression. There is no spring in struggle, only severe frost and heavy snow. If we want to return to the world in real spring, we can only rely on the glorious guidance of Mao Zedong Thought. Don’t be confused by those pretexts of running for a well-off life and getting rich together and what kind of chicken fart. Think about the situation that you have suffered in the past 30 years, which has proved everything clearly. Do we still expect a dwarf government to become a great giant? No! Only under the leadership of Mao Zedong can China be truly real, and only in the socialist society created by Mao Zedong can there be warmth, harmony, stability and development, even if it is not spring, it is better than spring! Because Mao Zedong loved the people and regarded them as treasures, it was spring now, but it was so cold that people could not feel the breath of spring at all! Ah, in spring, how I yearn for embracing you, approaching you, getting close to you and breathing you. However, the snow outside the window and the raging wind make me unable to approach you, I only feel tired and shrink in the dull room, letting my thoughts wander and sigh 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…

Moonlight

Walking alone on the path under the moonlight, I unconsciously brought you into a kind of beauty of the past memories. There was silence in the field, only the companionship of the moonlight that I would never give up, then there are the singing of autumn insects and several barking from time to time in the distance. The winding stream was like a white practice under the moonlight, flashing white silver light. The bright moonlight, the thick night dew, the cool air moonlight, especially at this moment, give the lonely soul a special kind, comfort and pleasure. Looking back on the seemingly distant rural life, people don’t have the so-called excessive happiness and sorrow of the present people, let alone the affections of too much whitewash. What they have is the kind of nature, the constant peace and quietness: the sun goes down and the sun goes up and down, day after day, year after year, the Buddha says that the heart is like the moon, cool and cool without heat, and the special thoughts are not chaotic; The heart is like the ground, subject to net. Holding heart does not move. Long lost, that kind of quiet, frugal and natural life. The development of society breaks this kind of peace. The quiet countryside was suddenly occupied by the Earth-carrying trucks, excavators and so on: The flat mountains were filled with water, the green was destroyed to build the city, the machines were roaring, and all night long, a dusty world. The homeland is razed, people are migrated, leaving the land and nature, facing the social competition, struggle, struggle, and anxiety, craziness, despair is even more materialistic, money fetishism, and even deviates from human nature. People and nature go further and further. Praise (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…

Beautiful

I am a person who seldom slept, so I didn’t have the habit of sleeping by bus. So every time I went to the provincial capital to do business, I liked to bring a magazine to pass the time on the road. The scenery along the way was already familiar with and no longer fresh. Looking through books, there are some understandings in the articles occasionally. As time passes, habits will be formed. This time after finishing the matter, I went to the coach station, bought the ticket, and then took to the waiting room to wait for the return bus. Just sitting down for a while, there was a thin and white woman walking in the crowd. Her figure was thin and short, and her smile was elegant and gentle. But when she came close to the crowd, she found that her whole right half was extremely inharmonious, it looks like the sequela of paralysis when I was young. The right hand is deformed and reversed, and the right foot is lame. When walking, the body is tilted to the right, the figure is like a teenage girl who has not grown up. She walked to the front of every passenger waiting for the bus with a smile, selling a stack of books in her left hand. And when she came to me, she asked: what kind of books do you sell? She said: it is some magazines of excerpt category, such as Yilin, readers and abstracts. I said: These books are very good, and the content is very good. How much is one book? She said the price was cheaper than that sold in newspapers and magazines kiosks. I said: It’s good, not expensive, give me two, you can have a look on the way. She took it and passed it to me, saying thank you. I said no thanks, the price of the book is so cheap. She smiled and said: These books were left after the wholesale of publishers or other departments. Because the government community took care of I am disabled people, they especially transferred these books to me at a very low price, so that I can earn my own living with my own labor. I am very grateful to those people in the government and neighborhood committee. Then she continued to limp her feet, holding a stack of books in her left hand, and holding a book in her right hand gently, shuttling back and forth among the passengers waiting for the bus. Looking at her thin figure and her tranquil smile, her physical disability did not fade her smile, on the contrary, her self-reliant strength and gratitude set off her smile more beautiful. In fact, there are a few healthy people around us who want to rely on some social benefits or exploit some loopholes in policies, and want to get some convenience in various jobs or other opportunities, so as to achieve the effect of getting something for nothing. If you feel a little unhappy, you will feel resentment, and then you will be cynical and your words and deeds are different. So I paid a tribute to her from my heart, and her gradually moving smile was the most beautiful smile in my eyes. 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…