Nostalgia

The old house is really too old. In the center of the old house, a portrait of five milk was hung. Every day, the fifth master was alone, staring at the portrait in a daze. The narrow dirt road was as small as the hemp rope in Grandpa’s hand. I walked back and forth for many years, closing my eyes, and I would also go home along the dirt road. Nostalgia is the dried lotus pond in the village. There has been no swimming fish, no cheerful frogs, no faint fragrance of flowers. Homesickness is the endless story in the belly of the fifth master; Homesickness is the endless Clapper in the mouth of Uncle Gou WA; Homesickness is the familiar accent of villagers in the village who eat in the old trees; homesickness is the muddy road leading to the village, which will never bother you. The snow will disappear in spring.

Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring…

Waiting

Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain…

Be good at listening to different voices and opinions

On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites…

Read The Bridges of Madison County

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From today on, I want to be happy

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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…