Aftertaste

My fear is in two seasons, one in hot summer and the other in cold winter. It is the invigilation period of the exam at the end of a semester. I used to compare invigilation to the imprisonment of professional sense on our body and mind. The unspeakable helplessness was written in our nervous and serious expressions. Half an hour before invigilation, we will walk into the conference room at the same time. Sitting in the corresponding seat, eating the two steamed buns in hand, waiting for the rustling footsteps of the leaders and the sound of dry cough. Finally, in our expectation, the leaders entered the conference room with notebooks and test papers, and began to nag us about what teachers should and should not do. In boredom, we waited for the order to go to the examination room. As soon as we entered the examination room, our roles changed. One was the aunt of the cleaner, looking for garbage in the corridor and classroom; The other was a machine that could be used as a scanner, using those sharp eyes, scan from the first table to the Forth. See if there is any information related to the exam. If there is, we will walk to the table leisurely and let the book move to the platform in a triumphant posture until it is cleared. There is no sound in the exam, just waiting for the ringing of the exam. The examination papers have been distributed, and the examinees have different expressions. Some were poised and proud; Some sighed and were all disappointed; Some were not too tight but not too slow. They saw the test paper from the beginning to the end, then buried their heads with a smile; Some looked numb, A pen is repeatedly rotated by a finger. From slight noise to silence in the exam. However, the position of our teachers must be in front of each other in the classroom. We can’t walk around for fear that the examinees will be distracted; We can’t make any noise for fear of disturbing the examinees’s thoughts; We can’t talk or watch their mobile phones, I am afraid that a higher monitor will suddenly attack you and stare at you with his big eyes. Then you will be informed criticism at the meeting, which makes you ashamed. With thousands of thoughts and expediency, I found the bench from the corner of the examination room, blew off the dust and sat down. Although it is a bench tailored for students, occasionally there will be a phenomenon of three legs, but if you want to defeat standing for up to one to two hours with unyielding spirit, I believe that you will still choose to surrender, and your unyielding perseverance will betray you eventually. It’s time to consider how to spend the boring invigilation. It’s better to sit down first, put one leg on the other leg, and then start to look left and right, looking around. At this time, I envy examinees. They have something to do, but what about us? How many minutes and seconds should I spend! Simply, stretch the goose’s neck to look at the test questions of the examinees. Unexpectedly, the examinees were not generous and sealed the questions tightly with hands or books. I shook my head and thought: it’s OK, it’s OK. It’s time to put this leg on that leg, and put your hands on it by the way. Suddenly I saw something black and dirty in the finger of a fingernail, and my eyes were shining. It seemed that when I was hopeless to find a job for a long time, I suddenly received a notice to let me go to work and was overjoyed. Therefore, I took turns bombing my nails one by one. I didn’t give up until they were all clean and my face smiled satisfie. At this time, I secretly took out my mobile phone, pressed the phone button, and found that the time was moving a little bit so stingy. Change your sitting posture, your legs are numb. It is not my elegant image to raise my legs. I will abandon it. Stand up, twist your waist in place, turn your neck three times from left to right, and then turn your neck several times. After a few beats, you suddenly feel dizzy. Think about it, it’s better to sit down. I began to doubt whether the invigilation over the past few years was spent like a walking corpse? Doubt makes me have to recall. Memories are graceful. I began to like this word. It is gentle and amiable, fragrant and charming. It is unfathomable. It has great magic power that makes me immerse myself in the time of memories. Because of it, I suddenly feel that when the body is greatly bound, the soul will yearn for the wandering of thinking more. I thought of the invigilator last time: sitting still, there were always many scenes in my mind. I connected them with sentences in my heart, and the birth of “night” came into being. Looking back now, I was still excited and almost forgot my shape. I hid the joy in my heart quietly, and my expression couldn’t stop shining and my heart began to fluctuate. I also thought of whether I should give up my unfinished article. As the saying goes, when I continue, my mood will be different. The flavor of the continuation will become different from the original truth. Thinking like this, my Restless Heart suddenly enlightened me. Suddenly, it is rare for me to be so active in thinking, so I simply think about what I have done wrong in the past 30 years and what is worth doing. After thinking deeply, it ended with a disastrous defeat. How can we use this short moment to answer the things of our life when we are wandering in the world of mortals? Perhaps, we have to spend our whole life to sort out and untie the connected cause and effect and the interlaced fishing nets in our life! Thinking of life, I stopped again. Life, the words made up of several paintings concentrate all of us. Life made up of the second sound and the first sound reads illusory and seems like floating clouds, however, it can express the joys and sorrows of our whole life. It is also a feeling that we cannot explain clearly! There is only five minutes left for the whistle to ring. What should I say about time? When I was looking forward to its rapid progress, it was daggering; When I ignored and forgot it, it urged me to wake up from my dream. In the backward time and the forward future, I thought of a sentence said by Lin Qingxuan: live soberly in the present! Although we can see many successful achievements later, they have all become waves in the long river of time. Although you can see more scenery with your head held high, everything is in the mist. Only by living in the present seriously and looking down at your own steps can you get out of the fog and welcome the gorgeous scenery. Or pick a piece of water moon, or pick a mirror flower. Invigilation is coming again, and I will treat it with ease. Perhaps, I should take the wooden fish that is often seen in the temple and the huge eyes of the wooden fish to alert me. In the limitation of drawing the ground as a prison, I should also let my heart recover the function of bright and clear lighting; let it look at us who live in the world with great eyes, and how to wash our hearts endlessly. 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…

Don’t

I often read newspapers and books. When I read some leftover men and women or other love stories, I cannot help sighing that they are struggling for great love in their lives, and when they fail to pursue it, some chose to die. Life is precious. Life can’t stand the test of time and frustration in the eyes of some people. Although most people do not choose to die, they always immerse themselves in the bitter sea and cannot help themselves. Why bother? Why can’t you laugh at life? Maybe you are still struggling in the bitter sea, while the person who makes you sad and suffering is enjoying life freely, but he doesn’t care about your feelings. People say that our life is full of sunshine, then let sunshine shine into our life all the time. But in feudal society, countless young men and women got married first and then fell in love. They cultivated their feelings after marriage. Many of them didn’t know what their partners looked like until they entered the wedding room on the wedding day, after living a period of time, I found that my partner was such a person, and then my relationship was gradually cultivated. Didn’t I live happily as usual and grow old in vain? It is true that it is best to have an emotional foundation first and then combine it. Nowadays, we are free to fall in love without arranged marriage, but I think there should be more tolerance. Think about it. In your personal life circle, the opposite sex who is truly 100% satisfied is almost zero. You don’t like some of the other’s problems. Maybe you have some problems that will make the other person uncomfortable, why do you ask your opponent to have no shortcomings at all? Don’t set your threshold too high, and don’t look at yourself too clearly. Those older young people pick and choose, I’m afraid that there will be no choice at last. There are a lot of things to do in life. Maybe the other half of your choice is the one who can bring you happiness most! Don’t suffer yourself for love. When you read more documentary literature magazines such as intimate friend, love, marriage and family, you may find that you have already lived a happy life, we know that the so-called happiness is not proportional to money and material wealth. Happiness is a feeling and a psychological state. Love both sides can support each other, tolerate each other, be considerate and support each other, which is undoubtedly the happiest. What is love? I think love is the greatest tolerance. If you learn tolerance, you can reap sweet fruits and happiness of love. The kind of people who eat in the bowl and watch in the pot should be said to be irresponsible. It should be said that when you read countless people, you will find that there are indeed many people who are better, more desirable and more patient than your lover. However, how can everything make you happy? Meet! Besides, marriage has only one choice for myself. Since I have chosen, why bother to love others? Facing those excellent people who are beautiful, you can enjoy and make friends, But you can’t go against your own love, which should be the moral bottom line of a person’s love and marriage. How can a person who even loses the moral bottom line be trusted and respected by others? It’s better to settle down. Don’t suffer yourself for love, and don’t put yourself into troubles and pains one after another. Laugh to life, life will repay you! Like (prose editor: indifferent) 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…

Dream

But now I have no good impression on the city life I yearned for in the past, and even have some hatred. There are many tall buildings, heavy traffic, neon lights and shops, which symbolize the abundance of materials and the progress of society. People also seem to be enjoying full happiness. In fact, otherwise, the dirt behind the prosperity has already become the cancer of the city, which is eating away people’s yearning and favor for the city. I am a little disgusted with the city. It is not a whim or novelty, but that too many dirty things in the city begin to obliterate the beauty of the city, which is hard to accept. Let alone air pollution, food safety, traffic jam and social security, only those people who dare not compliment will make the city pale. This feeling is especially strong this morning. Maybe I slept a little late last night, and there was something wrong with my biological clock. I tossed and turned around all night, and finally I was sleepless. I expected to sleep for a while after dawn, but before dawn, the whole city began to make noise again: The Music of morning exercises, the sound of fitness equipment, the sound of car whistle, the old man weaved a net of high frequency and low shell over the city, which made people feel a little suffocated. Family members often comfort me: when you are alive, you should take the initiative to adapt to the environment instead of waiting for the society and environment to adapt to you. They began to doubt whether I was a little weird. Recently, several netizens have the same feeling with me. They even have the idea of living in seclusion. The reason is not that they don’t like the city, but that they don’t like those messy people and things in the city, so I thought of escaping. I think there are not a few people who have this idea in real life. I have always admired those famous people who lived in seclusion in the mountain forest in ancient times. That indifferent mood of fame and wealth, that indifferent to things, that leisure of picking chrysanthemum in Nanshan, and that free madness are really admirable. I thought that only literati and scholars, and eminent monks could surpass the world and see through the world of mortals. Now, I, a common person, even have this impulse. In the process of getting close to nature, I often derive the idea of living in seclusion, and I often outline the appearance of my ideal home in my heart. First of all, we have to choose a place to build houses, which is best near the mountains and rivers. Benevolent people love mountains, wise people love water. Although I am dull, I can relax my mind between mountains, rivers and waters, so that I can absorb the tenacity of mountains and the tenderness of water. The mountain may not be high or large, but it must be green; The water may not be deep or wide, but it must be clear enough. The window contains green mountains and dark green, and the door is surrounded by beautiful water. Living in such an environment, no matter what kind of person you are, you will also cultivate your eyes. I don’t have too many requirements for residence. There are thousands of luxury houses in the house, and only one stay is needed for living. As for the house, it is better to have three rooms, one for bedroom, one for cooking and dining, and the other for the reception of guests. Set up a small shed next to the house as a chicken and dog house. It is better not to use reinforced concrete to build houses, because the infiltration of reinforced concrete will hurt the weak body of nature, and it will also appear out of place in the quiet and primitive mountains and fields, which will destroy the harmony of the environment. It is better to build the room with earth stone or wood rattan, and the roof is covered with thatch or green tiles. Living in such a house is warm in winter and cool in summer, which does not make people lose their ambitions. I am a philanthropy, there must be no lack of flowers and trees in front of or behind the house. Plant a few bamboos behind the house to appreciate the extraordinary, fresh and elegant bamboo, and also taste Su Shi’s noble feelings that he would rather eat without meat than live without bamboos. Then plant a few peach trees in front of the house, watch the enchanting flowers when the flowers bloom, and taste the crisp and sweet fruits when the fruits are ripe. Chrysanthemum is planted on the left side of the house. All kinds of chrysanthemum are in full bloom in late autumn and early winter, so as to appreciate the enthusiasm of flowers and comfort the dry branches of the peach tree. In the warm sunshine bath in winter, I learned Tao Weng’s appearance to pick chrysanthemum under the eastern fence, and leisurely saw Nanshan. It is best to plant some seasonal vegetables on the right side of the House, irrigate them with water of life, and enjoy the delicious food without pesticide or chemical fertilizer corrosion. Living alone is a little lonely. You can’t owe yourself too much even if your life is just a few decades. Therefore, when choosing the address, we should also investigate the surrounding humanistic environment more, and it is better to be neighbors with some friends with the same interests. In addition to being idle, I invited a few, made a few pots of jasmine tea, talked about the past and the present in the tea fragrance, and recited poems. You can also learn from the appearance of a fairy poem, bring some old wine, invite some literate people, drink a lot, and see if you can suppress a few decent verses. How lucky it is to stay away from the noise and complexity of the world. Reading the words I wrote with my heart, I was infected by the Paradise in my writing. However, when I thought of the situation that I was naked and not covered with food, I felt a little ashamed and at a loss. The Paradise in my writing was afraid that it could only be a flash in the pan. Praise on the evening of 2015.3.20 (prose editor: dropping ink into injury) 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…

Serious

At dusk that day, I finished my meal, put down my job, pulled slippers, and led my big head to the Company yard for a walk. The big head bounced and danced happily in the lawn. After running crazily for a while, he was so tired that he leaned into the lawn obediently. He opened his mouth, stretched out his red tongue, and gasped for breath. It lay there and had a rest for a while, then slowly stood up, like a little goat, opening its mouth and gnawing the grass with relish. Sheep eat grass, cattle eat grass, horses eat grass, rabbits eat grass, which is known to three-year-old children. The puppy eats grass with great flavor, which is a little strange. Yishan dogs eat grass with hats, and heavy rain will come soon. I suddenly thought of this folk proverb spreading in Southern Shandong in my mind, so I raised my head involuntarily and looked at the sky. It can’t be said that the sky is clear, but I can’t see the meaning that there is a heavy rain coming. On June, the baby’s face changes when he says it changes. I ‘d better go home as early as possible. If it really rains, I’ll be in trouble later. Thinking like this in my heart, I shouted back home. When I entered the room, I sat on the sofa and drank two cups of tea. It was dark outside as expected. In a moment, dark clouds rolled, Thunder and electricity were mixed, and strong winds and rainstorms came to the sky and the ground, I got up hurriedly and closed the glass windows of several rooms. I don’t know when the storm stopped. Because I was lying on the bed in the bedroom reading Lu Xun’s fake freedom book, which was also called No three no four episodes. I fell asleep after watching it. I also had several dreams at night. Every dream had no end and no end, which were all strange scenes. When I opened my eyes in the morning, I still vaguely remembered several fragments. In one of my dreams, I became Liu Luoguo, with Hong Qigong’s dog stick in my hand, breaking into the home of the corrupt official He Shen and beating him to cry his father and mother. At this time, jiang Menshen rushed in with a broadsword in his hands. I was so angry that I greeted him with a loud shout. After several rounds, Jiang Menshen, a local ruffian and bully, was beaten to death and knelt down to beg for mercy. When I brushed my teeth and washed my face in the morning, I recalled that dream in my mind and found it funny. Although that dream was ridiculous, I was really happy. Can I be unhappy if ordinary people beat corrupt officials and bullies? After breakfast, when I was about to go to work, my wife told me: the wind was strong last night, and the heavy rain was severe, the room was very cool. You fell asleep without turning off the light. I said with a smile: really? I slept soundly and didn’t know at all. Out of the door, less than 100 meters away, sweat appeared on the forehead. Thinking in my heart, this terrible weather, like the legal representative of our company, is capricious and accurate. It was still cold last night. It was so hot in the early morning. It was strange that people would not feel hot and dizzy at noon. In the past two years, I went to the company every day. The first task of entering the office was to make a cup of Longjing tea, then sit on the sofa with legs crossed, and pour myself to drink. Drink enough tea, read newspapers, read idle books, or play with computers. After work at, I took four steps to go home for a drink. That morning, I used to sit on the sofa and drink tea for a while. Then I got up and took out a collection of Lu Xun’s novels from the bookcase. Then I turned back and sat on the sofa, reading a section without pages. In addition to the True Story of Ah Q and The Diary of a madman, I felt that there was no interest and no taste in the rest of Lu Xun’s novels, especially in the new story, it is really hard to read any special feeling that the goddess flies to the moon and is not Zhou Shan. I am afraid of classical Chinese, writing compositions and Zhou Shuren. With the changes of times and thoughts, some people are tired of Lu Xun’s articles. It is not strange to invite Lu Xun’s articles out of teaching textbooks. Most of Lu Xun’s works are the social products of the last century, the 1920 s and 1930 s, which have certain historical significance and have educated and cultivated many people with lofty ideals. But for idlers like me who have no political mind and are lazy at the bottom of the society, it is better to read Jin Yong’s martial arts novels to read his novels and articles, it is better to read several essays of Feng Zikai with spirit. I didn’t have any new books on hand these days, so I read Lu Xun’s novels patiently. I still haven’t finished reading several of them. I don’t know why, I can’t read them even if I bite my head. So I just put down the books, strolled out of the office, casually called a colleague and strolled to the small bookstore selling old books in the street. This small bookstore selling old books is a very practical treasure house of knowledge for me. Usually, I just need to save a few pocket money to buy some old books in this small bookstore. One yuan, two yuan, three yuan, at most five yuan, you can buy a favorite old book. The price of selling old books in small bookstores is really cost-effective for me who likes to buy books and read books without much spare money. I have chosen ten books, all of which are two yuan, all of which are prose collections of contemporary and modern famous writers. My hands were dirty when I picked up books, and my clothes were soaked with sweat, but I was very happy. Because if these books were bought in Xinhua Bookstore, each book would cost at least twenty or thirty yuan. When my colleague and I were about to walk out of the bookstore door, the bookstore owner came over with a smile on his face, saying welcome to come again, he conveniently picked up a prose collection of Zhu Ziqing on the counter at the door and gave it to me. I took the book from the bookstore owner with a smile, saying thank you, thinking in my heart that I bought 11 books with twenty yuan. Where can I find such a cheap thing! If I don’t come next time, isn’t there something wrong with my brain. In recent years, buying books and reading books is not only a kind of recreation, but also a kind of enjoyment for me; It is not only a means of escaping from reality, but also a way of loving life. In a lonely and depressing working environment, especially an idealist like me who can squeeze life and work out of breath, don’t buy books, don’t read books, maybe I will feel suffocated and become a mental illness at any time. I went back to the company and entered the office. I washed my hands, wiped those eleven books clean with a towel, and then put them into the bookcase one by one. I stood in front of the bookcase, looking at the rows of old books in the bookcase, thinking in my heart that these books could not tell when they would bring some unexpected happiness to my life. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Collection

For a beautiful legend engraved on the stars and the moon, deep in the smoke wave, I set out from the corridor of Xiangge and lifted up the seasonal dress in the world of mortals with the Lotus steps of Shanshan, sitting in the park, I borrowed the rhyme of a new word to see the fine rain falling slowly. The melancholy mood and the wings of missing render the long time and the gentle feelings of ripples. In some lingering and cold hearts, I am a nostalgic woman after all, often in the years, I remembered those old dreams of a light of clear Dew, two taels of White Frost and three taels of Moonlight. I always like to watch you so quietly, let the wind from afar lift the care of the clothes corner, and pour out the youth of this life. If you are well, it will be sunny. Recalling the past years, that clear encounter, that gentle hand in hand, that affectionate smile, always engraved in the depth of time, warm my thin and cool heart, it turns out that I like a person, it was so simple, with a few words showing the tenderness of the intestines and a smile, it would be wasted all day long. At the end of the year, I haven’t forgotten it. Deep in my memory, there is always a colorfast time, spreading over the branches of the season, singing repeatedly in the years. The murmur and oath, the lingering and romance of the past always grow gently in the traces of ink painting. Recalling the season when the heart flower starts to bloom, half of it is pain, and the other is sad notes, those deep-hearted yellow, those sentimental thoughts, and those affectionate and leisurely eyes, my heart was messed up and my heart was wet. In the hazy autumn season, the air was filled with slight sadness. Everything seemed to have changed because of you, all have become a different fragrance. Even through the small window of time, you can still see your face, which is still so clear and so clear. The wind of fleeting years crumpled the ripples in my heart. I miss you in the lonely words. I miss you in the sleepless long night. On the road of time, I wish that this warm feeling will live forever in the long river of life. How many throbs and thoughts are coming in the wind. It turns out that if you like a person, it is not necessarily a long watch with your hands, but also a watch across the mountains and water. With one heart and two idle talks, this poetic Park is bound with the most beautiful dreamy love in my heart. I read your shadow carefully with the most gentle waiting, with a bright posture, I will give you a wisp of warm fragrance, hold your hand and smile at the years. Even if happiness is only a short stay, I am willing to give you a lifetime of tenderness and sketch the appearance you first met. Time is filled with love because of your appearance, and beautiful as poetry because of your companionship. I am willing to take off my pride for you. In this life, I will only lower my eyebrows for you and make up for you. Life is a blooming flower as well as a falling flower. Through the time of the world of mortals and in the golden years, I am still the woman who likes words and loves you most. I am still studying a pool of ink incense and writing a piece of love. Put Qinghuan in the heart of the brow, let the past like smoke as light ink, graceful and restrained into a moving love painting, in the dream of the fragrance of flowers and clouds, embellished the steps ahead, warm the beauty of life. You are there, I am still there, and the most beautiful understanding is also there! Second, the details of autumn in “this autumn is like last year” make me feel a little trance. I tried hard to think about the autumn of last year and the summer of last year. I met you. In the late autumn of last year, Chongyang was silent and understood each other. In this autumn of this year, each of them is at the end of the world, but there is always a dim coolness, which seems to be colder earlier than before. Perhaps heart cold! Probably because of autumn, the feeling of season is always withered, and flowers and leaves are no exception. Although it was once brilliant, it was always like a beauty at dusk. The curtain call was also flustered and there was no way. When I think of flowers, there is always a little anxiety. No matter how beautiful the flowers are, they are also cool. In tea smoke and Zen sound, touch is plain and cool. In late autumn, osmanthus flowers bloom all over the trees, and small osmanthus falls into the clear pool, which is lonely and moving. Small flowers are clear, like famous incense, like guqin. When you are at leisure, you like to be alone, sitting in the corner, secretly like the faint fragrance, low eyebrows or smile time Corner, deep in the season, fallen leaves are dyed into a layer of gold with pain, which is the most rare and painful. Who can still hurt the flashy present? -Style gradually cool. Today, in Chongyang, Wild Goose characters are in line. Autumn color autumn rhyme, a little bit, falling into the heart of fallen leaves floating and floating, how beautiful it is, how melancholy it is, just like love, how beautiful it is, how melancholy it is. Spring flowers and autumn moon can’t reach, the world is like chess, and the world of mortals is cool and thin. The mountains and rivers are mighty, whether love is already, love is not said, it is wrong to say it, third, “fragrance dyed heart ink” has been looking, looking for the plain and clean place where the soul can be placed, you can read, write, Miss, forget when you get up, and always like to walk on the park path alone and quietly, listening to the voice of nature, I always like to sit quietly in front of the window, brew a cup of scented tea, watch the smoke and rain in the window, and enjoy the bitter and happy years. Then, in a quiet midnight, use this beautiful square word to write down the story with you, a little touched, a memory, a mood. If you understand my deep love, I am pleased. It has nothing to do with the wind and moon, but now I just want to talk to myself. The world of mortals is numerous and complicated, and the time is cool. For nearly a year, there is no room for renewal, but it is quiet. Thanks to those friends who never give up and have never met before, they still want to live quietly, which is fresh in their memory, maybe it’s just because I’m tired and close my heart. I wish you are well and still waiting behind me. You are, I am, and I know how to draw now. Practicing calligraphy has spent me a lot of time and enriched myself, I just want my heart to calm down and not be blinded by the flashy things. I am just an ordinary vulgar. I just want to return to the simplicity of life with a simple heart, to be that simple and quiet woman, to stay alone in the pure sky with a slight smile in the quiet time in the world of mortals, look lightly at the happiness of the clouds in the sky. I still like the simple and pure days, where there is a room to live in, with a beacon lighting up, putting a cup of fine tea, reading my favorite books, listening to my favorite songs, doing what you like to do is like this. The peaceful days will also breed a little quiet, a little warm, and warm beauty of life. According to the fragrance of calligraphy and painting, there is a tranquil heart that has nothing to do with the world. In the exquisite years, I also stopped in a hurry and panic occasionally to feel the clear breath of nature. Then, listen to the gurgling stream, smelling birds and flowers. In the hustle and bustle, I am sober and calm. Life is so quiet! IV. I don’t know whether it is the fragrance of flowers in the wind or the scene of strolling with you in the park in the dream of red cherry and green plantain, so easily my mind expose, that 1.1 drops of outline, word level Love sign-in, always feel in the autumn wind Laurel, is a look of demure, glowing first met beauty, compared with the four eyes, that kind of amazement and delight is just like going back to the beginning when I met you at the beginning. Just a glowing glance makes me intoxicated in the transformation of truth and illusion, don’t know return. After passing by, the flowers bloom and fall, and the clouds gather together. Does my pen and ink hook your past, or did you sing and wrinkle my sadness? The romantic feelings of Tang and Song Dynasty added some tenderness and cold charm to my normal days. Maybe I walked alone for too long, but it was a little thin and cool. Once upon a time, those who said good were not separated, and finally there was nothing to say. They were all at the end of the world and made some love dearly. They just missed each other like this. They really wanted to be a peach blossom, which only opened in your heart and was, just to find a love between the Earth and the Earth. Flowers have flower language, and people have deep feelings. In fact, whether you come or not is in my heart. Ruoke, let me be a poet, leaning against the small window, reading your smile and the test written by the years in the rainy afternoon and under the clear moon, in a cool way, I can see many encounters in my life when layers of flowers and shadows bloom under the moon, which are long-lasting love and beauty, such as the encounter between winter and snowflakes, such as the flowers in autumn and the full moon, such as the tree blooming in spring. Just like the Book of Tang and Song poems that people read repeatedly, for thousands of years, it has been elegant, graceful, soft and consistent. Ruoke, please live in my small words, even if the world is so noisy, I promise you a quiet. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, plant red beans of lovesickness for you. The moon is short of full moon. Those words that have been said to you are my shallow heart words, those poems written for you, I use time, read it over and over again. There is no willow on the moon, and no one has an appointment after dusk. You live in my words like this until you get old. Do you think so? Smoke clouds, sun and moon, pink and black spring and autumn, take a wisp of breeze, travel through time, watch the city called missing. In fact, I can’t touch the truth that you have been here for a long time. If the past was just a hangover, who did you wear red makeup for that clear rainy season? Even if, I am just a youth on the ancient eaves of your time, looking back at the sky, I can always pick up a light blue, that is me, hidden in the bottom of my heart, under the sun, you can pull out a piece of bright, just like you, warm eyes, a glance, Millennium. Leaning alone, leaning alone in the long bar, thoughts, thoughts v. “flourishing, light moon osmanthus” The yard osmanthus blossoms are full of branches, picked up a few branches and inserted in the bottle, the fragrance of fragrance surrounded the whole room, the red dust is light, window moon. That distant mind became more and more hazy in the dusk. When the clear moonlight was blown out of coolness by the night wind, the sad Earth began to sink, much like my heart. I know that this season is not suitable for missing and forgetting. As if it was a dream, in front of the three thousand osmanthus, I was no longer a woman walking on the ink painting, no longer collecting the moonlight in the courtyard, no longer remembering the past of fragrance, I just want to grow old gracefully under the moon of osmanthus. The melancholy of the past has become the memory of today. Don’t ask, how many shades of fate can a small celadon tea bowl contain? Don’t ask a spring peach, and find out who’s window. Having tasted the fragrance of flowers and clouds, we know that the past like peach in life has already poured into clouds and smoke, leaving only a small fragrance of heart, which is quiet and silent in celadon. 1.1 drops of outline, word level Love sign-in, I don’t know what is in the wind flowers, or courtyard of Moon, so easily my mind expose, flowers General, I was looking at the moon by leaning against the window, and the wind blowing away my thoughts in the quiet night. I don’t know why I remembered the scene when I first met you, the fleeting time of red cherry and green plantain seemed to be a lost dream, in the blossom of flowers, let a curtain of hard work amazed, dyed a picturesque appearance, in the flat and narrow breeze, the wind and the moon are dazzling Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Life

Wen/Ren Zuoping QQ524922862 sometimes, at that moment, there was a kind of grievance that had no place to vent. I wanted to delete all my friends, reset my memory, and didn’t struggle with some stabbing words, grief! Ask yourself? As? Why, but I still struggle, block my heart, unspeakable sadness, nowhere to vent, depressed or unhappy! Why is that kind of high-spirited posture, why? If you need to vent, maybe others are not in the wrong position! The entanglement of others is not unreasonable, but the fact. In front of the truth, the truth is reversed! To put it bluntly!! If something is wrong, it is wrong. You don’t need to take your misunderstanding as the right to blame others. Don’t look at others with high spirits and ignore others’ self-esteem, respect is exchanged with each other, not power. Everything is justified! Don’t regard your own point of view as others’ ignorance. Sometimes, you just don’t think too much, so you are willing to be a stupid person! No one is stupid, not so simplistic, ignorant and careless. Too many times, they choose tolerance and comfort themselves! Wipe your heart, let all the marks disappear, no pain or itch! There is nothing that can’t be done in life, only the dignity that can’t be put down, dealing with things, taking a step back, I am willing to take one hundred steps back, in exchange for what others see, the vast sky! Looking up at the sky, the sky is still very blue, not sad for anyone’s sadness. Day after day, others are nothing, just a chapter of life! If you turn over it, you will be over. Put down your tangled self-esteem and the so-called disapproval. I am still me, my true self and truth. Standing in front of the facts, nothing is more real than the truth!!! 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…

Mother

Although my mother is illiterate, I think she is an artist, at least in my eyes. When I was young, the living conditions in rural areas were not very good, but my ingenious mother always tried to deal with it. She managed the dressing and eating of the whole family, which was quite reasonable. In my impression, as for the main pasta alone, my mother would have many kinds of patterns, such as Rolls, steamed buns, steamed buns, steamed buns, steamed buns, fried pancakes, boiled buns, vegetable nests, Leek stacks, sugar bags, steamed stuffed buns, vegetable horns, bean paste bags, jujube cakes, and pancakes are various. Nowadays, the food on the table is relatively simple, basically buying steamed buns on the street, nothing more than Rolls, steamed buns, or sesame cakes and burning. I remember that at that time, steamed buns were divided into good flour buns and miscellaneous flour buns. Good flour buns are seldom eaten, but during the Spring Festival, we usually eat mixed flour buns, most of which are corn flour mixed with good flour. It tastes a little sweet, and sometimes it is mixed with sorghum flour to make steamed buns, my father is called Huali Tiger. Some people eat pure corn flour bun, golden and golden. It’s OK to eat it once in a while, and it’s a little prickly to the throat after eating too much. The corn flour pot cake just out of the pot is delicious and delicious. When making steamed buns, my mother sometimes used noodles to make small animals such as swallows and hedgehog to coax us. Of course, it’s very simple. When the bun was almost finished, mother pulled a piece of dough, rubbed a strip on the board with both hands, then tied a knot, and pinched the head and mouth of the swallow with one hand, the other end is flattened with a knife, and the stripes are cut out, which can be regarded as the tail of the swallow. Finally, I picked two mung beans and pressed them into the head of the swallow as my eyes, so a swallow was made. When the steamed bun was finished, mother lifted the lid of the pot, and took out the swallow carefully. Ah, a white, steaming Swallow was presented in front of her, and she was really reluctant to eat it. Now the living conditions are good, so I don’t want to make mixed noodles. My mother’s needlework was also quite good. I remembered that at that time there was a needlework basket made of wicker, round, full of needlework and a small baggage, which was also my mother’s treasure, it’s just that there is nothing valuable inside, and it’s just some nice cloth for the lower legs. There was a large copper coin as a button in the package, which seemed to be Daoguang Tongbao with a diameter of about 4cm. Now I don’t know where to go, but I still have a fresh memory. Every time the neighbors got married with a wife and a daughter to cover the quilt, mother was indispensable. Everyone praised her good needlework and quick work. Later, my family bought a big bridge sewing machine. The old family called the clothes smashing machine, and my mother was even more powerful. As soon as she had spare time, her mother started to be busy with sewing machines, helping her family and neighbors. When I was young, the clothes we wore were all from my mother’s hardworking hands. Whether it was cotton-padded clothes, shoes, hats, socks, insoles, the size and style were all very suitable, we didn’t know how illiterate mothers learned it, which made us sigh. I remembered that my mother could make cotton shoes and tiger boots. At that time, I didn’t miss wearing cloth shoes made by my mother. My mother often said: wear cloth shoes to raise my feet. After arriving in junior high school, I seldom wear it because of good talk. Last year, in a thick book at home, I saw the shoes my mother used, including flat shoes, cotton shoes, Tiger boots and so on, as well as embroidered decorations. Every winter break, my mother never forgets my uncle in Cao County and makes a few pairs of cloth shoes for him. Actually, it’s nothing, just a kind of intention. A few years later, when I was fashionable to wear sweaters, my mother soon learned to knit sweaters, including woolen pants, woolen gloves, woolen socks, woolen hats and neckerchief, all of which were exquisite, so that the neighbors came to ask for the patterns and styles of sweaters. It can be said that it was my mother who used her hands to drive away the cold for us in those years. Father often told us that your mother was not simple, although she had never attended school. As for the cut cloth head, my mother was reluctant to discard it. She often sat on the sewing machine and made insoles carefully, TV covers, pillowcases and chair cushions. That is to say, after half a day, insoles, pillowcases and seat cushions with exquisite patterns and bright colors appeared in front of us like mother’s tricks. I think these works of my mother are very decorative, expressive, strong visual impact, and may also be the talent of a mother with unique aesthetic. When carrying the beautiful schoolbag that my mother sewed for us, I felt a kind of unspeakable happiness in my heart. I had a high rate of returning to school. Until now, the mother who wears the reading glasses will still make all kinds of insoles for us. There are wired hooks, embroidery and broken steps, which are simply rare artworks. When I was a child, I saw my mother had an operation on the chicken. One day, the careful mother found that the hen who could work was a little abnormal, and she felt dizzy when walking. She suspected that it had taken medicine by mistake outside. If it was not treated, she might die, mother a little painful. So I was asked to catch the sick chicken and bring it over. She found the blade used by her father to shave, pulled out the feather under the chicken neck and cut the chicken crop of the hen. As expected, there are undigested poisonous wheat grains in it. Take it out carefully, rinse it clean, sew the knife edge with needlework, and finally scatter some grass ash on the wound, then the operation is done. Not to mention, two days later, the chicken regained its vitality and began to lay an egg one day. At that time, I thought my mother was really good, a bit like a magical doctor, although it was a hen that saved the life. In my impression, my mother used sorghum straw to make pot beats (pot lid, dumpling drying and so on), which was indispensable in rural families at that time. She could make a beautiful feather duster from the feather she saved when killing chickens, which was no different from the feather sold on the street. My mother is also good at Pickles of various kinds, such as soy beans, tangsuan, dried turnips, salted eggs, pickled cucumbers, Potato Heads, tofu milk and so on. She has a wide variety of names, which adds a lot of flavor to the poor life in the past. Of course, when we were young, we played sandbags and shuttlecock, and mother took time to meet our small needs, which was economical and durable. When I was in junior high school, I liked running in the morning, and my mother even sewed a pair of sandbags on the leggings specially for me. To be honest, what was heavy was not only sandbags, but also mother’s care for her children. My mother was such a person. Although she was ordinary, she was willing to do it, loved learning, and was diligent and thrifty. Of course, I am also a teacher and an example in my life. Although I can’t learn my mother’s craft, I have inherited my mother’s attitude towards life, that is, no matter how life is, I must live well, don’t evade, don’t flinch, dare to face. 2015.11.14 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…

Sick

In the autumn of 2008, I was ill. I couldn’t eat it during the day and wanted to vomit when I was holding a bowl; I didn’t have the strength to work, so I wanted to sit still; I couldn’t sleep at night, and my stomach was bulging, like thousands of ants biting. I had to lean on the quilt, hold my belly with a pillow, groaning painfully. 1 minute 1 second was as long as a century till dawn, I moved my heavy steps with difficulty, I came to the pharmacy near the factory like a wriggling snail and bought a box of weikangling. I poured half a cup of water and swallowed some of them eagerly, hoping that I could recover soon. I haven’t finished the work at hand and haven’t finished reading the prose collection at the head of the bed, there was a manuscript waiting to be revised. After finishing the box of medicine, the illness didn’t get any relief. The stomach still hurt like a knife cutting, an iron rod stabbing, and a sharp claw grasping, I had to go to the shekang clinic to see a doctor. The short and fat doctor was playing computer. He frowned and grabbed the medical record book in my hand unwillingly. He asked coldly and said impatiently with a yawn: young man, you are very ill! I can’t cure this disease, please hurry to the big hospital. Before I could react, the doctor continued to play computer. I didn’t know how I got out of the shekang clinic. A gust of cold wind blew down pieces of yellow leaves and my cold tears. I am was so lonely and helpless, and how desperate and painful it was. In the crowded street, regardless of the crying and tears, I thought of my mother thousands of miles away, I thought of my young and ignorant brother and that sweet and lovely home. Father’s kind face appeared clearly in front of him. He seemed to say, “You are the eldest son of the family, and you are the backbone of the family, you have to take good care of your mother and brother. I am only in my twenties. My beautiful life has just begun. The Flower of Life has not yet blossomed and my sweet dream has not yet come true! I was not reconciled and deeply believed that the fat doctor was a liar. With his attitude, I was not qualified to draw a conclusion on my illness. I wiped the tears on my face and ran all the way to the People’s Hospital. The doctor was an old doctor with gray hair and a kind smile on his experienced face. He asked me about my illness gently, stretched out his broad and warm big hand to touch my chest, smiled and said it was gastritis, just take some medicine, just eat less spicy food, attention maintenance. I took the prescription to the pharmacy with great gratitude, and hummed a narrow tune happily. Taking the medicine prescribed by the doctor on time every day, the illness was relieved to a certain extent, but the root could not be broken, and the stomach was still painful for three days and ran to the hospital from time to time. In just one month, I lost more than ten Jin, and a gust of wind blew down. I am thinking that it is not like this. When I was fragile, I couldn’t help thinking of my hometown in Guizhou, the floating mountains and ridges of white clouds, and the grass and trees rolling with glittering dew. I remember when we were young, our sister caught a cold and had a fever, so my father went to the field to pull some grass roots, put them in a pot, and blew them cold to drink half a bowl. The next day we were alive and kicking again. Yes, maybe the herbs in my hometown can completely eradicate my illness. I took half a month off to go back to my hometown where I had been away for two years. When they arrived at the tree-lined mountain village, it was already the time when the food was Fragrant. The mothers called their children to go home for dinner in a long tone, affectionately and kindly. The swaying ancestral house in the wind and rain was dark and the door was closed. It was not until the dark day that my thin mother came back breathlessly with a basket of pig grass on her back. After my father passed away, there was no land at home, but my mother still had no spare time. She raised some chickens and geese and was reluctant to eat them after laying eggs, so she sold them on the street and exchanged some oil and salt money. She was reluctant to spend a penny of the money I sent back from work and said that she would save up to marry my wife. My mother looked very excited when she saw me back. She opened the door, and didn’t have time to wipe off the sweat on her face, so she made a fire to cook. The familiar home, the stove burning with Wangwang, is warm. My mother cooked poached eggs for me. She urged me to eat more. The eggs at home are nutritious. Mother sighed and asked softly: seeing that your face is not very good, is it sick? I pretended to make a big meal, smiled and said no, and came back to have a look after homesickness. My mother didn’t believe it, so I had to say that my stomach was uncomfortable. My mother rubbed her dim eyes and said softly and slowly, “my son, Don’t be afraid. Who doesn’t have any minor illness? Tomorrow I will go to Liuzhi to prescribe medicine for you. If you are outside, don’t save money. You should also catch up with your partner when eating and wearing. If your father were still alive, you wouldn’t be so bitter! After dinner, my elder sister came home from the city. She bought me shoes and clothes. She bought them for me when I was in school. She also bought them for me when I worked! My father was ill and hospitalized, my brother and I went to school in other places, and we were always taken care of by my elder sister. After my father passed away, the elder sister always tried her best to help my mother pull the family. Without her, I don’t know what my fate would be? I don’t know whether I have the courage to finish the secondary school. I wanted to talk with my mother and elder sister, but they urged me to go to bed again and again. How dependable and sweet it is to sleep in a warm bed! Outside the window, the children were singing the catchy nursery rhyme happily, and I couldn’t help singing it: mother-in-law of the Moon, little by little: the Zhang family ate wine, the uncle in front of the Li family sang, and pulled up the yueqin, the melodious sound of the piano makes the quiet village beautiful and fresh. I didn’t know when I heard my mother talking to my second sister. When she heard that I was going back, she came to see me. Seeing that I was asleep, I couldn’t help anymore. She covered her mouth with a quilt and cried happily, mother and second sister hurried to Liu Zhi to prescribe medicine for me. Before breakfast, they came back. My mother tore the seal open. The second sister poured boiling water and asked me to take medicine quickly. That is Miao medicine, which has cured many people’s diseases! Miao medicine is really worthy of its reputation. After taking it for a few days, and under the care of my relatives, I completely recovered! On the eve of coming to Guangdong, I remembered my mother’s meticulous love and the blessings of sisters on the day of illness. Unconsciously, tears of happiness were hanging around my eyes (prose editor: drops of ink hurt) 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…

Efforts

Looking back for ten years, with a flick of a finger, the years have gone through ten years in a hurry. In this period of time, struggle and struggle are the main melody of life, ten years have turned an ignorant teenager who just came out of campus into a smooth and exquisite social talent. Along the way, who is taking care of you, watching you silently with understanding eyes, who is touching and inspiring you, or who is always bothering and confusing you. Calm down and look back on the past. Those who pass by you, those who support each other and walk along with you, or those who cheat and greet each other with smiles, I have learned to face everything in the past ten years. In the past ten years, I have always been looking for my foothold, lifestyle and value in this intriguing world. Therefore, I have never stopped for a moment, I always remember my mother’s instruction that if you don’t advance, you will retreat. I don’t want to be eliminated by this society. I have been trying hard to adapt to this society, to all the good things and dirty things in this society, everything seems very normal to me but not so normal. In the process of struggle, I became a slave of life, a slave of work and a slave of society consciously or unconsciously. Maybe I succeeded and became a happy person who seemed to live, the leader of work and the winner of society, but am I really happy? Looking back on ten years, what did I get? Dragging my drunk body every day, I tried hard to open my eyes to find my way home. Facing my sleeping wife and children, am I happy? Did I really succeed? On a leisure evening, I finally stopped my tired steps and sat in the corner of the dining room, softly looking at the beige sofa in the living room under the light, with tired and stiff waist, the white lining, the orderly dining table, the hanging basket full of green… for the first time, I felt so beautiful, even the snack box sent by my mother and casually placed on the tea table was also an excellent embellishment at this time, the son’s pet turtle’s voice was no longer so harsh. They were so warm and emotional. Of course, this is my first time to sit here at night, looking at this simple living room with great mood under such light from this angle. Mood is the most important thing. At this time, we should benefit from the leisure after work and the relaxation after pressure. I suddenly feel that people are like rubber bands. You can’t always stretch her, then she will lose elasticity. However, we are not the hard labors or slaves of our own life. We should give ourselves the time and mood of life and the time and mood of watching the scenery. Life needs to leave white space, and life needs to breathe. There is an advertisement saying that is full of charm. Life is just like a journey. You don’t care about the destination, the scenery along the way and the mood of watching the scenery. During this long and long journey, you will see many beautiful scenery and also many unsatisfactory scenery. You will meet people you don’t want to forget in your life, you will also meet people you never want to see in your life! This trip is also looking for yourself! Give yourself a chance and a chance to breathe. In this way, I may be able to know myself better, find myself and enrich myself. People can never be satisfied with the status quo. Walking today, I will remember yesterday from time to time and look forward to tomorrow constantly. It seems that I can’t stop walking and savor today’s life carefully. Forget to enjoy the scenery along the way, forget to sort out the mood during the journey, just speed up the pace to the front. But the front is like the horizon, which can never be reached. All the beautiful things along the way are lost in this Chase. I am tired and far away, feeling that my heart is always wandering between the past and the future, but what I have now is not what I want. Calm down and think about what I have learned, gained, contributed and gained in the past ten years. In the journey of life, the road you have traveled will become the scenery behind you. You can’t turn back or stay, so it is better to enjoy the feeling of every moment and enjoy every scenery. Cherish what you own now, no longer be a slave of life, work and society, feel life attentively and enjoy the scenery along the way to your heart. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Integrity

The boy’s bright eyes and joyous smiling face make him particularly cute. Looking at him, I sighed in my heart: children are innocent and lovely, but as long as we measure the scores, it is abrupt like having six fingers, which is different from others. I was like a gardener who was going to have an operation on him immediately. Those naive and cute things are not my job. My job is to correct his nature and regulate his behavior. Yes, every child who comes to the tutor center is so cute, active and has an obvious personality. However, it was these personalities that fettered their steps on the road of life. Writing homework is so-so, self-discipline is a mess, safety awareness is weak, writing is not standardized, learning is delayed. I indulged their nature and let them release as much as possible. As a result, I couldn’t form good behavior habits and good study habits. Without these habits as foreshadowing, my grades were still in a mess. When every parent sent their children to the tutor center, he thought there was a magic medicine which could remove the problems of his children one by one. However, there were always people who came and went with such happiness. The key to one-to-one is to improve performance and solve knowledge loopholes. Is the purpose of homework tutoring so late also to solve problems that cannot be solved? If it’s just like this, maybe parents can see their achievements and hope. I am often in such contradictions. There are many children who are carefully teaching them the learning methods and guiding them the learning habits, but they master all these, but their parents can’t see your contribution. However, they only look at the results, because for them, the results are the standard of measurement. In this way, the temporary progress of children’s performance progress will go back again and again once they leave the tutor center. I often find that children who leave here are basically no longer looking for tutor centers, because I tell them that your problem is not that you are too stupid to learn. It’s the way you attend classes, the way you learn, and your self-control. If you can’t solve your own problems, any tutor can only teach you the current knowledge, but can’t solve the future problems. However, such a child can completely control himself and find the knack of learning. He will never return, but he will not be grateful to you. Because pruning and cutting leaves is to be bitter and generous, and finally they remember your power and forget your kindness. I often question myself why I can’t teach you questions and improve your grades like most people. As for what kind of habits you have, it has nothing to do with me. This indeed has something to do with EQ training. Maybe in this era of commercialization, I am wrong. The mistake lies in my educational philosophy and parents’ future. 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…