Never

In the Midnight Dream, the sunflower planted by myself was swaying in the wind, telling me its feelings. I woke up with tears streaming down my face. I don’t know whether my old father is still watering the sunflower that I planted in front of the door by myself, or whether my old mother is still talking about her daughter. I still remember that ten years ago, when I graduated from college, I prepared to go far away with my friends to pursue my dream. I went home before leaving, and my parents just kept asking me to take good care of myself in other places. Suddenly my mother said, “Tomorrow, plant a few flowers at the door. Listen to the daughter next door saying that as long as you can plant a living, you can keep people safe. I laughed at my mother’s superstition in my heart, but according to my mother’s intention, I planted a few seeds in front of the door. My mother is worried about her thousands of miles, and she also wants to make her parents feel at ease. When you struggle in the distance, you will feel exhausted. Even so, we were young and frivolous at that time. We never thought of our own failure and always wanted to realize our life value with our tenacious efforts. In the first two or three years, I didn’t go back except occasionally calling my family for work and myself. Not to mention the seeds that have been laid down have long been forgotten in unknown corners. Later, I went home with my boyfriend. As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard my mother say, “girl, come back! Looking at my mother’s newly added white hair, I cried. Holding my mother to call my mother is not only my yearning for my mother, but also my self-blame for my neglect of my parents in the past two or three years. When I woke up at midnight, I heard someone talking in a low voice. I knew it was my parents, so I got up quietly and saw the central room where the light was still on, so I prepared to go in to accompany my parents. As soon as I entered, I heard: his father, do you think the child looks better than the first two years. I said my daughter next door wouldn’t lie to me, but you still don’t believe it. At that time, you were reluctant to let you take care of those flowers. Look how good it is now! Yes, or you are right. If you listen to your words, you will see better and better. I was confused when I heard it outside. When I was confused, I heard my mother say: later, I will clean up the flowers. Hurry up tomorrow, let my daughter plant more. Then I remembered that what my mother said was the seeds I had forgotten. I walked quietly to the gate and saw the blooming flowers by the Starlight. I smiled. The next day, I prepared to water those flowers myself, only to find that those flowers turned out to be sunflower, and these flowers grew better and better under the careful care of my parents. The flower is more vibrant in the hot sun. When I was about to leave again, my mother gave me some seeds, and I smiled and took the seeds. Later, once on the phone, my mother said excitedly, “my son, your new flower is blooming. Your father cleans up the flower every day, which is better than the original one. Recently, there are still a few advantages around the flower! You don’t know how happy your father is. I know my parents are not happy because of flowers, but because of me. But I never knew why my parents tried so hard to take care of those flowers. Even among me, there was no need to take them as treasures! My sister called me and I was confused. Sister said: We don’t know when it will be popular to plant sunflower and keep safe. At the beginning, my father didn’t believe it, but except the boy next door, he also planted some sunflowers, which withered after a long time. It happened that the boy next door died in a car accident in other places. Since then, my father took good care of the flowers I planted. I was so excited that I called my father. Who knew that my mother said that my father was in front of Hua and asked me to call again at night. I hung up the phone with tears in my eyes. Later, when my family moved, I didn’t care about those flowers either. After moving, I left again. When I went back for the Spring Festival last year, I saw a large basin filled with mud in the courtyard. My mother said that those flowers you planted there must bloom in spring. It turned out that my father was afraid of destroying these flowers when moving, so he transplanted them into this basin in advance, which had been two years. I hugged my father and cried. Sunflower, sunflower, parents wish their daughter peace! My parents used to be my sun, but now let me be my parents’ sun. I want to plant the sunflower belonging to my parents in my heart so that it will never fall. 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…

Chaos

I couldn’t help shivering when the cool breeze blew. In fact, there is bright and hot sunshine, but for a person whose heart is already cold, even if the whole person is thrown into the vast sea of fire, he will not feel any warmth. I was like walking into the polar region. There was no difference between east, west, north and south. I stood there and looked around. The white world was full of cold air deep in my heart. The high ice edge was swaying in the water, but I was swaying in the snow. I tried my best to find the direction I wanted to go. I tried many times, but I found that it was in vain. I knew that I would be trapped here and never walk out. I shouted and struggled. I didn’t want to die miserably in this extremely evil world. No one can save me, nor can I save myself. Countless promises are like what others say that have nothing to do with me, and all the good things have become memories of the past. The endless longing was like a mirage after the rain. After the sunshine broke through the clouds, everything disappeared. I began to feel confused, at a loss, and didn’t have the courage to continue panting. It was like a bottomless hole falling down. My body was suspended and falling down all the time. Every second, my nerves were tense. Every second, I didn’t know what would happen next second. Fear, fear of danger, no hope. This is a kind of torture, which is even more pleasant than a broken head. I still remember that I was in my 20th youth, but in my life, I could not see a little youth. The tragedy that I created for myself, I bet with fate, and I bet all my life’s hopes. Nowadays, no one can blame for the hysterical pain. They are all asking for it on their own. The only blame is that they are not smart enough. They lose to being serious, and lose to their own practice and corruption. I am not qualified to say how unfortunate I am, let alone my miserable face. Don’t want to see dazzling light, dare not look at me in the plane mirror, embarrassed appearance, no bloody face, scattered fluffy long hair, ragged clothes, dead fish-like eyes shot everywhere. I don’t know whether I am admire others’ happiness or beg others’ sympathy and pity for me. I have never counted how many holes there are in my heart. I hope that after leaving me, I just want to be free. Yes, I have given what I can give to the so-called hope. If it leaves, can I be free… tired, too tired to shout tired, tired, too tired to say anything, it doesn’t matter. Close your eyes habitually, but don’t want to open them habitually any more. I was afraid to see the reality that hurt me all over. I was afraid that the light which was so strong that there was nothing to stop could blind my only healthy and visible eyes. After what happened, I was deaf and couldn’t hear anything. I was lame and couldn’t walk any way. I only had those eyes that could be seen in the past, but I closed it and didn’t want to open it any more. I am a sinner, I am guilty. I lost nothing but nothing. What a big sin it was. I want to say sorry to myself, girl, you are wronged. Stunned, stunned, out of my mind. Two decades of life, two decades of life trajectory. In the second decade, it is still far from the end. I must forget all the past and continue to go on. Girl, no matter how painful, hurt or prickly it is, let it be the past and the past. The road is still long, the dream is still far away, and you can cherish it. 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…

My

For a long time, my emotions have been in a sentimental state. It is easy to touch the scene and live in love. I am very nostalgic. A novel, a TV play and a movie can easily make my tears flow, not affectation, there is no falsity, and it is indeed so real. Most of the time, I will walk slowly in the garden with quiet environment or on the path in the field, letting the breeze blow my long hair and my thoughts fly, most of the time, I miss the past of old people, and then slowly look forward to my future. How should my life path go? I am often confused and have many assumptions. However, facing the reality, an invisible rope is always binding myself. Sometimes I feel that I am a bird in a cage, sometimes I feel that I am an Angel with broken wings, unable to fly to the blue sky that belongs to me, so, every time I hear Zhao Chuan’s “I am a little bird”, I want to shout loudly and hysterically, vent it, I am a little bird, it is not high to fly, I am looking for it, searching and searching …… searching and searching, cold and desolate, miserable. Cold, most difficult jiang xi. Three Cups and two cups of light wine, how can he be in a hurry when he comes late! The Wild Goose passed by and was sad, but we met each other in the old days. The ground was covered with yellow flowers and gaunt. Now who can pick it? Guarding the window, how can I give birth to darkness alone! The phoenix tree is also drizzling, until dusk, bit by bit. This is the first word of sorrow! And my sorrow, sometimes is inexplicable, sometimes is because of something deep sorrow, sorrow is hard to say, although, not as sad as Li Qingzhao,, I can also worry about such heartache and indifference! Everyone has pursuits, yearnings and longings, and I am no exception. I always hope that I can be a woman who shows elegance when I raise my hand. Although I am not of high quality and have no natural beauty, I am not very talented, but I have the advantage of treating others sincerely, and I am trying to improve my cultural quality and cultivate myself, trying to be an intellectual woman! This is what a simple woman like me pursues. She doesn’t expect prosperity, but only wants to have the characteristics of an excellent woman. Therefore, I am trying hard to put into action. However, most of the time, those who know me, those who know my temperament and don’t know me always think that I am demanding too much, pursuing perfection, loving romance and unrealistic, which is the feeling I give to outsiders. I like all beautiful things, beautiful flowers and plants, lush trees, fresh air, pleasant zither music, beautiful songs, graceful dancing, beautiful clothes, etc. Beautiful things, I can always brighten my eyes and enjoy it. I believe that everyone who is full of love loves beauty. Therefore, I can appreciate and feel them silently and quietly with the truest feeling in my heart. Be a light woman, not floating, not impetuous, not fighting, not robbing, staying alone in your own corner, not vanity, not envy, live every day lightly and be the most real self. 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…

We

Time can change a lot, except for more and more nostalgia. Is it joy or melancholy that I am about to graduate? We are about to graduate. Unexpectedly, at this moment, this sentence would echo in my mind again and again. TIME witnessed my growth, but my young heart was still ignorant. Time was about to pass through the fourth year of college unconsciously. I stared at my lost shadow on the ground, which was extremely cold. Such a scene made me smile unconsciously. I just didn’t know whether the smile was joyful or bitter. Even I didn’t understand the unknown sorrow in it, it makes me defenseless. When the night fell and the lights were on, I walked aimlessly on the street with a dazed expression, which even made me feel a little strange. Inadvertently, I showed a shallow smile, then a shallow helplessness, and the shallow sorrow that the dim yellow light in the night could not hide. Maybe, like me, you will suddenly feel inexplicably happy, sad and at a loss. The sky is unpredictable and profound, just like our complex and changeable mood, sometimes laughing and laughing, sometimes silent. Time can change many people, and also can change many things, except for the more and more deep nostalgia in the heart. Once upon a time, we explored the strange campus together, sang military songs together under the scorching sun, went to the canteen to grab meals together, and couldn’t sleep in the dormitory late at night to chat and gossip, chat and talk, talk about dreams talk about hometown talk about so-and-so boys and girls, prepare lessons together, join clubs together, take seats together in the library, show yourself together, go out with partners, go karaoke together, get together, get together, get together, get together, go crazy together, let’s cheer for our classmates and friends, take part in CET-4 and CET-6, computer tests, and debate together. Everything seems to be yesterday, and it seems to be far away from us in a flash, becoming Strange is like a dream. All sadness and joy are the beautiful days we miss. Time has changed our appearance, our dreams and our view of the world, but our nostalgia for the past has never changed. Now, I still miss it very much. I miss every bit of the past. Sadness and joy all emerge in front of my eyes one by one. Those scenes that I was bored with and those moments that made me feel sick suddenly became extraordinarily beautiful and turned into a light yellow flower that I preferred in my heart; Those scenes that I liked before, the people and things I appreciated became more and more beautiful, which intoxicated me more than ever. The rain outside the window broke my memory and threw me to the ground coldly. The past that I missed suddenly turned into nothing from my eyes, all the warmth turned into a drop of rain and fell to the ground awkwardly, and the body was broken instantly. When I woke up from melancholy, what I faced was the graduation thesis I prepared everyday, the recruitment interview I had to deal with everyday, the resume I had to sort out everyday, and all kinds of exams I had to prepare everyday, I have to worry about my future work every day, which makes me feel uneasy all the time. We are about to graduate, and I am always at a loss every day when I talk about it in my heart. Time has changed a lot, except for more and more nostalgia. Once we played tricks on youth in mischievous ways. We were as happy as a child who had not grown up, and we couldn’t cry. However, in the near future, we will graduate. We have grown up. There is no doubt that we have grown up, and we can no longer pretend that we are still children. Every time I think of going to the society and Facing Tomorrow, my heart will feel pain inexplicably, shallow, but the pain really exists. Graduation gave me joy, but half of it was bitter, and there was also loss, along with inexplicable and shallow pain. After graduation, I felt frustrated. What I was more about to leave the campus and the timidity of stepping on the society. It used to take courage to grow up. We are about to graduate. The Voice from the bottom of my heart makes me clear sometimes and sink sometimes. The ambiguous air can make the floating voice from the bottom of my heart cold enough to form ice and freeze the fragility in my heart, suddenly I suddenly felt that life was no longer complete. It turned out that I was not prepared to blame myself for all this. It turned out that I lacked courage and was afraid of growing up. I also miss the sound of cello in the meadow. If there was something that seemed to come from the sky, I didn’t really hear it. I have to take a responsibility. I have to summon up courage to restrain my cowardice. I have to face tomorrow bravely. Everything comes from our graduation. The sound of cello is just a distant thing. There is no doubt that we are about to graduate. We always love moods, perhaps because we pay too much, it is inevitable to suffer from gain and loss. Sometimes, we always like to look at the future innocently, make mistakes and keep calm, and finally walk away irresponsibly. Maybe we are too scared of the future. I miss our carnival every night. Even after the carnival, what was waiting for me was endless emptiness and loneliness and unspeakable bitterness. Those times were unexpectedly stubborn and only knew silly smiles. Walking on the street which was about to graduate late in winter, he spread out his palm and found nothing in his palm except the slight chill. I like this cool and moving state, but it is empty without soul, which always makes people laugh and cry, and finally makes people lose themselves. The night wind roared low, the cars roared one by one, and the faint expression on the glass window flashed by without any ups and downs, indifferent, I was a little suspicious that the face passing by on the car window turned out to be mine. The inexplicable loss, the inexplicable thought nothing, and all the uneasiness was no longer entangled. I remembered the splendid smile I used to laugh in the sunshine when I was still a simple child, I never thought about what I would look like one day. It is true that we are about to graduate. I don’t know whether my classmates and friends still miss those bright classrooms, whether they will still think about sitting on the desks and chairs they once sat, and whether they will still miss the old time of playing together, will we come back to see the campus where we had a good time together? I don’t know where they are going, but I know we are going to graduate, and we are all reluctant. Nowadays, seeing the schoolmates and schoolmates on campus seems to be ourselves at the beginning; Those shy lovers on campus are carrying out the so-called hazy love at that time; Seeing those teammates sweating like rain on the basketball court, seeing those passionate cheerleaders, it seems to be what we used to be. Unfortunately, these have become the old days we have gone far away and will never return. The past is like the wind, gradually turning into a dream, suddenly appearing, and then suddenly disappearing. The smoke passing through was enough to make a person lose his soul. Suddenly I became ashamed and felt inexplicable pain in my heart. When the pain in my heart passed, I remembered the comfort in the long lonely days: it turns out that we are no longer pure boys and girls. Because, we are about to graduate, but I still miss those silly courage at that time. We are about to graduate. Xiao Yu drenched and blurred the campus, just like my current mood, there was a kind of sadness that everything was different from others. It seemed extremely calm, but suddenly I felt a little uneasy. The thin rain and fog, the hazy eyes like the fog in the mountains, the feeling of sadness and happiness, I suddenly felt myself like a strange tourist wandering in the campus. Thinking that youth has no horizon, thinking that we are going to graduate, I just stood there and was at a loss. 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…

Retirement

Yesterday, a colleague of the unit called to say that a new policy was issued for family planning. Retired cadres and workers who gave birth to an only child could enjoy a subsidy of 80 yuan per month, asking me to bring the only child certificate, retirement certificate, identity card, two one-inch Short-shot photos go to the office to apply. I have been retired for three months, although I have been in constant contact with my colleagues by phone, it is a little difficult to go there. I remember that when I was about to retire, the HR section chief said to me: Yubing, Chongyang Festival is coming soon, you will come to the retired veteran comrades symposium that day. There are more than 70 retired cadres and workers in our bureau, most of whom are in their seventies or even in their eighties, and there are only four in their fifties. Therefore, I answered him jokingly immediately: you don’t have to inform me. I won’t come. I’m not old yet. Now, I have been retired for three months, completely divorced from that environment and that group. Once again, I stepped into that office building and was a retired old man to deal with retirement matters. I was on duty and retired, to be honest, I am a little uncomfortable with the role Conversion. I always feel a little strange, awkward, and even a little embarrassed. In the past three months, the content and pace of my life have changed dramatically, without the work pressure, ideological burden and nervous mental state in the past decades, self-control, self-arrangement and ease of all time. Leisure at home, the most important thing is to exercise. I insist on taking a walk along the Liuyang River every morning and evening, and climbing the West Lake Mountain once a week. Do housework, read books, write, sometimes get together with some old friends, and occasionally go out for a few days. In addition, I also participated in the study of social dance and physique classes in the university for the aged, we met a group of new friends there, and we also did some outdoor activities in our spare time. It is both leisurely and full, a little restrained but free, and has completely separated from the original group and integrated into another circle. In fact, this is also the life I have long dreamed. At about four o’clock in the afternoon, I rushed to the administrative center. Unfortunately, two colleagues from the finance section where I used to work went to the countryside (group work station), leaving only one person in the office for family planning. As soon as I arrived on the third floor, a colleague came up. Yubing came and Yubing came and ran to hug me while shouting. Hearing the shouting, other colleagues emerged from their respective offices one after another, even including some leaders. This hug, that look at it, shake hands, Pat shoulders, get fat, lose weight, get tanned, all right?, are you still used to it?, what do you do at home? Why didn’t you come to see us for so long? Think we? Ah! There were so many people around and so many questions that I couldn’t respond. Everyone talked a lot, asking long and short questions, and the corridor was full of uproar. Suddenly, a familiar voice came from the distance: only when Jade ice came could it make such a sensation. It turned out that all the comrades who went to the countryside to work in the group station came back, and I was flattered by the affectionate and heartfelt words they came over. I was really touched! Very grateful! As the saying goes, I never expect that I, an ordinary retired employee who has left the job for several months, can still enjoy such a high salary when I return to the company for the first time. My colleagues are still so kind, friendly, caring and valued, very rare, very precious, also very grateful. Previous worries are unnecessary. Lying in bed at night, I felt sleepy and recalled the lively scenes and wonderful feelings in the daytime. Think about how honored and satisfied it is to be a member of this big family in your life. After decades of bitterness at work, the inevitable bumping and bumping of colleagues suddenly turned into beautiful clouds in the sky. I really felt the warmth of the big collective family and the true love among colleagues, although the unit has retired, it is still my mother’s family. I went back to the office where I was familiar with home and sat on the desk and chair which had left countless marks. No one in the department treated me as an outsider, and no one spoke politely to me, just as before, I really feel at home. I filled out the form and chatted with them happily. The section chief said: I was very busy during this period of time. I was in a hurry to apply for the treatment of the only child these two days, and all of them must be distributed before the end of the month, the budget work of the next year also began, and the group workers could not be absent from the countryside. The superior authorities came to spot check from time to time, and the work was piled up like a mountain, so busy. I asked: Do you need my help? The section chief answered with a smile: you can live your happy life well. Anyway, I only have more than one year to be as carefree as you. The section chief is still the same. He speaks fast and resolute. Looking at their busy figures one by one, their faces flushed by air conditioners one by one, the activity space of more than ten square meters and the strong radiation of modern office equipment, by contrast, now I live a free and unrestrained life, which is really very happy. Liang Shiqiu said in the sequel of yashe sketch. Retirement: the ideal retirement life is the real retirement, getting rid of the Living position completely and doing what I sincerely want to do. Indeed, at every stage of a person’s life, there are things to do and responsibilities to shoulder at every stage. Different stages have different lives and different feelings to different lives, different understandings are combined to form a colorful life. If I were to return to my original job now, I would not like one hundred or twenty. Therefore, I must cherish the present, live in the present, and sing the most beautiful sunset red. After filling out the application form, I went to each department for a round of 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…

Incomplete

In our life, there are always some incomplete objects for various reasons. Maybe they are lying quietly in a corner that is often forgotten, like static notes, stay in the empty sky, pecking our hearts. I have a delicate cardboard box, in which there is a watch without lid, a purple sand teapot without lid, a carefully repaired hand-painted lady picture, and a letter paper made up by transparent glue, A withered flower every time I touch them gently, time becomes thick and slow; Every time I stare at them, I can see a drop of glittering tears, hearing a helpless sigh. Those stories sealed up by the years became fresh again. That block without a lid of the watch is father’s possessions, is positive and eight by the Swiss watch, night light, is said to my cousin 19 1970s early from the Army when brought back, somehow I wore it on my father’s wrist. This valuable watch and my father’s 26-lap Phoenix bicycle were undoubtedly luxuries of that era. For this reason, several primary school teachers who didn’t know the truth mistakenly thought that my parents had great power and quietly asked my parents to help me buy it. At that time, I often folded my watch from my father’s wrist and hid in the dark bed. While appreciating the pale yellow light and the sound of tipping like the sounds of nature, I imagined that one day, I can have this magical watch that can shine. This wish came true in the autumn when I was 17 years old, when my father had left me for five years because of illness. That night, my mother solemnly wore this watch left by my father on my wrist which was going to the barracks the next morning. At that moment, I understood that this was not only the inheritance of my father, but also a ceremony during my growing up. It marked that from that moment on, as the eldest son of the family who was favored most by my parents, I will replace my father to bear all the responsibilities and obligations of the family, even the sufferings and hardships. It was a pity that I didn’t know how to cherish it when I was young. I accidentally cut the surface during a troop construction, and soon the watch needle stopped moving. Although in the later more than ten years, I took the opportunity of business trip to Swiss watch shops in big cities such as Beijing, Shanghai, Chengdu and so on to repair, but because of the old style, all the Masters said they could do nothing. Therefore, this watch left by my father was collected by me forever as a souvenir. And that carefully repaired hand-painted lady picture was a gift from my sister. At that time, I was still a junior two student who blushed in front of girls. I worshiped under my master to learn traditional Chinese painting. My junior sister was two years younger than me, beautiful, lovely and lively, every time when I was in class, I would go out together and go home together after school. Once, my sister came to my home to learn skills. I painted a picture of eagle spreading wings and gave it to my sister, while my sister drew a picture of ancient ladies and gave it to me. Time is like water, but even a tiny splash does not splash. Over thirty years have passed, the lovely and beautiful little sister has already lost her sight, and that picture of Lady can only quietly wave the old and yellow thoughts. Although it has been worn out for a long time, it records the innocence and hazy feelings of young people. And that small and exquisite carved purple sand teapot. It once witnessed the special friendship in a special period of time. From the very beginning, I was reluctant to use it and kept it in the bookcase as a precious handicraft. When you are free, hold it in your hand and play with it. However, when I was sorting out books, I accidentally knocked over the cover with exquisite patterns on the ground. At the moment when the cover hit the ground and made a sharp sound, I was shocked at a sudden. I immediately realized that a beloved thing had become incomplete since then, just like that story, and the ending had disappeared since then. The branches with broken flowers will still leave a burst of fragrance. The reason why those incomplete objects are reluctant to discard is that there are too many stories behind them that cannot be relieved. It is like an indispensable part of our body. If we lose it, we will lose the witness of some important moments in our life. 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…

Do not forget

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…

Linghu

Standing at the foot of the mountain, next to the Virgin Mary Bixia shaping her body, looking at the face of the Virgin with a full moon, listening to the generous and knowledgeable senior brother telling us the familiar grateful story of the local people. The dragon with stone body circling down from the mountain forest on its side, the dragon head seems to welcome visitors from afar to the southeast, and the pine waves on its ears are like flute. Along the broad old steps, I heard the autumn wind slowly between pine trees and bamboos, listened to the faint autumn sound with low eyebrows, picked up the steps and went straight to the top of the tower. Although the autumn scenery has its own charm, I am not willing to appreciate the scenery at this time. Linghu Mountain is located in outang, a millennium ancient town in Dingyuan county, Anhui province. On the top of the mountain, there are Linghu tower and Linghu Temple. Stepping lightly on the stone steps and following the tower, there is a statue of grandma Hei on the fourth floor, with a smile on my face, I stood in front of the statue. In front of me was my grandmother’s face, which had been gone for many years but always flashed in my dream. So her old man’s smile, happiness or sadness, bit by bit, if the spring breeze is like the spring rain, the journey to Linghu mountain in my heart, the deepest harvest is the most beautiful and good emotion of human beings: gratitude. Always doing good deeds can make the world less indifferent and filled with warmth everywhere; Having a grateful heart can also make life warm and peaceful, and make human nature beautiful. Linghu has a surname, because of gratitude: the name of Wei in Spring and Autumn period will save the life of a weak daughter, and at the critical time of fighting in the battlefield, the father of the saved woman has to lay down his life to help her grow grass and trip the enemy general, the reward place is Linghu. And its descendants take fief as their surnames, which is the origin of Linghu. Wei didn’t show his kindness, while the old man engraved his heart of gratitude, reported and answered the report, and wrote a historical story. The descendants of Linghu continued the beautiful talk of filial piety and kindness among thousands of households such as weeping tomb Hall and Boshi Hall. At the end of the Western Han Dynasty, when Wang Ying usurped the throne, Some son Bo, a descendant of Linghu, was persecuted and killed by profiteers because his father was an official. The young boy Bo escaped with the help of honest officials and was exiled to Outang town, ling Hu Zi was young and ambitious in his new year. He was hungry and cold every day but devoted himself to studying hard. Monks on the mountain loved to teach him his studies. Local people sent clothes and food, and there were also local old women and black grandmothers who regarded Zi Bo as their own, take good care of them and help them study their homework at ease every day. However, after Ling Huzi Bo lived up to the expectations of the public and settled his country and became famous, when he went back to the mountain to find grandma HEI and monks in the temple to repay his kindness, he found that the benefactor had passed away. Ling Huzi Bo cried bitterly, tears poured down into the mountain spring, pines and cypresses cried, blue sky and white clouds moved. In order to thank the local elders, Linghu Zibo devoted all his efforts to rebuilding the temple, shaping the black grandma statue and setting up a tower as his ambition. Since then, the local people changed this mountain from Chenzi Mountain to Linghu mountain, and the tower was Linghu tower. Walking down the tower’s steps, there are two Bluestone censors standing in front of the tower. Standing in front of the Furnace, looking back at Linghu tower, with green bricks and green tiles, the sandalwood in the beside furnace is refreshing, looking back at the distant mountains, although it contains autumn, pine and bamboo are still green and beautiful, making people relaxed and happy. The stories of good deeds and gratitude are integrated with the scenery in front of us, which makes people linger on. Thousands of years of vicissitudes are all smiling at black grandma, and all the hardships of the past dynasties are between green mountains and green waters. In front of the tower and in the back of the temple, the hearts of all kinds of good men and women are engraved. Because of the human beauty of giving and receiving, receiving and returning, the soul is purified and sublimated, thus the body and mind seem to be in harmony with the Green Mountains. I reluctantly walked down the broad steps, feeling the legacy of the ancients step by step. The figures of past dynasties walked by the wind, vivid in my mind, or passed on the local culture, or told the vicissitudes of history. In front of the Purple Orchid Pavilion where Linghu Zibo studied hard, I seemed to see Zibo holding books and reading, and the folks put the food and clothing aside and then quietly retreated; when I came to the Xizhao Pavilion, which was specially built by monks in the mountain for the local people to go up the mountain and cut firewood for rest, I saw the people sitting in the pavilion, wiping sweat and drinking water, talking and laughing; I was surprised to fly far away to reflect, A pear flower falls in the evening breeze. This is the beauty of the scenery, but also the peace of mind. Before passing the Statue of Zibo, I bowed deeply, not only for his failure but also for his failure but also for his failure, which made me have this eternal saying, the endless spiritual wealth left to local people and even many descendants. Slowly down, speak softly and slowly. At the foot of the mountain, there was Linghu Mountain Villa in front of us. Yang Liuyi looked down at the blue waves with his head down, and the images were shining over the Wild Goose, which was quiet. Independent under the willow beside the water, listening to the whispers of the local people to me: in fact, we all heard from our ancestors that the black grandmother was not an ordinary person, she was the Virgin Mary of Bixia in the western Heaven. Because she had helped human beings during the retreat, she came to the world as a black grandmother to repay her kindness, so as to help the Fox son to achieve a great cause to spread all living beings, seek a blessing for the common people. Therefore, when we ordinary people do good deeds and do good deeds, the gods in the sky are watching. The beautiful scenery can not be appreciated forever, and the good legend will be continued from generation to generation. The mountain, the water, the tree, and the people all make me feel quiet and beautiful. The leaves drifting and returning to the Earth are to repay the nourishment of the Earth and turn them into spring mud in order to have a more beautiful and colorful spring in the coming year; white clouds are floating in the sky all the time. It is also a gratitude to the nurturing mind of the blue sky to draw beautiful patterns against the blue sky. People here smile sincerely and speak earnestly. The thousand-year-old town Outang is an old revolutionary base area and a major place for military strategists. How many past events and vicissitudes of history have been sold. Although we met each other in war and battle, because of this reincarnation of Grace, the local people have seen, with the heart of gratitude, the body and mind become pure and peaceful; With the idea of doing good from generation to generation, they are friendly and friendly to each other, thus the folk customs are simple and the sky is pure and peaceful; the collective gratitude combined with the thoughts of small people is a great force to promote a prosperous and harmonious society. On the traditional temple fair every year in the ancient town lotus pond, good men and women have been supporting the old and the young one after another for several days. The sound of firecrackers has shocked the world. Vendors from all over the world gather together. The rich local products and resources together with the industrious, it makes the local economy develop rapidly. The flag of the cradle of revolution is here, which should be spread together with the victory. The Legend of Pagoda and the beautiful scenery coexist; Everyone is willing to do good deeds and be grateful, and naturally the magical power of all things will be born, which will be inherited from generation to generation, bathe human beings with virtues and carry them forward. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

san yue

The rain in March is soft, soft, soft, light, hazy, moist, successive, thin, itchy on the skin and bright on the tender leaves, looking from a distance, it was a piece of fog covering the top of the mountain. Looking up, I looked up and looked up at the wisps like threads and hooks, bathing in them, the dreams I saw were unreal, and the fairyland was as ethereal. Spring is warm and flowers bloom, everything comes back, the weather is updated, and there is love in the rain. In this joyful March, everyone wants to take the old and the young to the countryside for a walk, enjoy the appearance of green mountains, feel the tenderness of green water, share the vitality of nature and taste the passion of life. Or invite friends and friends to go on an outing and travel, let the sunrise on the top of the mountain be tough on our bones, let the waves clean the fragile dependence, embrace the great shore and width of mountains and rivers, and spread their arms to fly the ideal; if you don’t hold your lover’s hand before the flower, you are originally an emotional animal. You often think of some people and things in the rain. In the Qingming Festival, it rains one after another, and people on the road want to die. Du Mu’s long-lasting song, I don’t know how many homeless people will catch the homesickness of missing relatives and friends outside, and I don’t know how many generations will feel bitter. Indeed, the rain in March is like a thread. From beginning of spring, it will walk to April without rest until Qingming Festival. Therefore, walking in the rain, my mood is also wet, and I always feel a kind of sour sorrow in my heart. The more I want to shake off, the more I will be swallowed. Especially in the middle of the night, raindrops are dripping, and the lonely space is filled with rhythm. Listening to the rustling sound outside the window alone, my mood was also lost in the night rain. For a long time, I don’t like the rain in March. It will catch the sad things many years ago, and remember the shy, sincere, dreamy, straightforward, pure and romantic youth like the rainy season in March. In order to win the favor of girls, after studying late, they secretly climbed up the butterfly tree behind the teaching building to pick flowers, then spread them in the delicate paper box prepared in advance, and then put on a letter that I just opened in love, finally, the outside of the box was knotted with Jinbo paper tape, and it was quietly placed in the drawer of the favorite girl after self-study. As a result, it was not only laughed at but also punished. There was also a female classmate who had a crush on herself. She saved her pocket money and went to the bookstore to buy “collections of poems” in order to express her worries about me who liked to recite poems. I disappeared from my back reluctantly in the rain when I graduated. The rain in March was still not easy to wet the eyes I looked up at, and it was hooked to precipitate the unbearable memories in my heart, making it difficult for me to fall asleep. To make a living, one on many fronts, away from home, tears relatives, under Guangdong drilling ore, swept floor climbing stairs water. Walking in a hurry in the wind and frost, alone in the rain and snow. If the rain of March is less in four seasons, it will not be colorful, and life will not be wonderful without the bitterness of March. After March, the way home will always be clearly displayed in front of us, no matter whether it is the storm, lightning, thunder, or frost and cold snow. The rain in March is like a thread. It is a landscape painting that makes people think about the ups and downs, leaving many blanks. 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…

[Powder

The picture scroll of spring unfolds slowly, and the mountains and fields after rain are full of green in the sunshine bath. The breath of spring is like a fragrance with fresh grass. A bright nature, graceful and poetic. I wrote in a shallow way, turning the past that I had accumulated for many years into a paper of tenderness. In the four seasons of life, one cannot give up yearning. In any case, on a cloudy day without sunshine, you should always sing a strong song and write a wonderful life with a poor life, just like flowers blooming in your life, therefore, life shines brightly. Years such as running water gradually floating away, road long again, must walk alone rain, gu bu red. Why not pour a pot of wine in the cold night, write a line of poems, sing in the vast moonlight, people will not be cold, hurt no longer pain. Rain always floats on the journey of life, with faith and kindness. No matter how bitter the journey is, it is also sweet. Looking forward to a simple life, in the Peach Blossom Garden of the soul, listening to the pleasant singing of birds in the forest and the poetry of rain in the night in the mountains will put down the unfinished stories for the moment. To welcome the sunshine of bathing, let the wind of the fleeting time paint freely on the branches of the season, and enjoy the shallow peace. In the dark night of my soul, I will light a lonely lamp, let the flickering light illuminate my association, and let the soul sound the elegant song. At this time, you don’t have to face the grievances of the world of mortals, you can also fly in time and sing in silence. Yeah! In silence, I feel that time is like a song. No need to recall, no need to sigh, even if the heart has grown old, white hair. In the song-like years, fate is uncertain. If you want to survive, you must wipe away your tears first, believe in all kinds of hardships and difficulties, and walk over, even if there is a barrier ahead, you must finish it unyielding, I am willing to start from scratch several times. I often envy that I can find nostalgia in my previous life like San Mao, go to the desert of my own, and also want to be a free person like air, and never compromise when it hinders my spiritual freedom; even, with fantasy, walking, it seemed that I could find Mr. Wu Liu’s dreamlike Peach Blossom Garden, seeing the quiet mountains, the clear water, the beautiful flowers and the overlapping beauty, it looks like a scenery with light ink. Despite the vicissitudes of the world, I am still willing to believe that as long as my heart is warm, there will be no loneliness; As long as I have hope, I will smile to warm. No matter what kind of wind and rain you have experienced, you will always find your own bright scenery. The pink and Willow are new and meet in spring. No matter how ups and downs you have experienced, there will always be a way to shine in your life. Despite all the ups and downs, my heart is safe. In the wandering Time, lonely me was like a wandering leaf, from spring to winter, swaying the wind and rain of four seasons. Weave every missing into a white dream; Then put every loneliness into a heavy bag every day. chun ran with xin lin, look back on that past met warm, 1.1 drop, already into memory. Rolling in the world of mortals, there are too many countless, too many helpless, too many ups and downs, how can you walk in the heart without Miscellaneous dust, hide in the fireworks years! Someone once said: in this noisy world, we all need a place suitable for ourselves to place our souls. Maybe it was a quiet house, a wordless scripture, or a maze path. As long as it is your heart, it is a post station, and you will not be so confused for the future. I have been looking for the plain place where my soul can be placed, quiet reading, quiet writing, quiet forgetting and quiet thoughts. Maybe only in this way can we keep the peach blossom garden of the soul and let the soul return. The reason why there are so many people in this world is not that there are too many people, but that the heart is too narrow; Make a green lotus blooming in the years, bloom like it, put the soul properly, let my heart go back to the plain and fantasy I met at the beginning. The appearance is old and the years are withered, why not let the wrinkles lock into smiles; Why not change the leaves and dance and sing. If you want to be old, you can become candles. If you want to be old, you can become Spring Silkworms. With a simple heart and indifferent ink, the black and white sun and moon are quietly painted into a sad and beautiful scenery. Treat the misty and rainy world with a common heart, just like seeing a blooming flower. Put the dream on the way forward, don’t let the secular world drown the truth, don’t let the care accumulate the cold and warm. With a smile all the way, a light dance time, hold the peace tightly, let the bright smile stay forever, let the song-like years shine! 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…