Wrote

The year passed so fast that it took only half a year. A few days later, lunar April 24 is the memorial day of my mother’s fourth anniversary. I think I still can’t go back. When can the factory leave? I still can’t go to my mother’s grave to worship. My mother’s grave must be full of wild flowers and weeds. Without my daughter’s visit, will my mother be lonely? Time didn’t let me forget my missing for my mother. Sometimes I dreamed of my mother in my dream. My mother was as busy as before and could never be idle, doing household affairs that could never be finished, for her children and her family. It is another year of wheat fragrance season. From the pictures sent back by friends, we can see that the wheat field in my hometown is already Golden. In the south, thousands of miles away, sitting in the store, listening to the soothing and pleasant music, the sun gradually climbed towards noon, and the sunlight shone through the cracks of shops and tall buildings on both sides, shining a dazzling white light on the cement road in the alley. Suddenly I want to write something, open the computer to release my thoughts, and many past events appear in front of me. I remember that in the late 1980 s, I was in junior high school when I was a teenager. Among all my relatives, my family was the poorest. My parents failed to support my four brothers and sisters by doing some temporary work. In the season of wheat cutting that year, when it came to Sunday, I followed my neighbor’s uncle and grandmother who were more than 60 years old and walked to the countryside seven or eight miles away to pick up wheat ears. In the wheat fields harvested by farmers, every left wheat ear is in our pocket like a treasure. At noon, I ate a bowl of noodles with my uncle and grandmother at the relatives nearby. The simple hostess took out an old white enamel jar and poured me a cup of boiled water. It was a village called Hailou. There were several straw houses in the yard of the hostess’s house. There was no furniture in the house, and even the bed was covered with fur and grass. The real poverty was as poor as washing and the house was bare. Seeing the hostess’s face looks like 20 or 30 years old, she is a born dwarf with a head less than one meter and short hair. She can see a doll from her back. Dwarf is a word I have seen in books. Now this dwarf is right in front of me. Maybe the Seven Dwarfs in fairy tales are so high. Later, I met the husband of the dwarf, a handsome and medium-sized young man. I heard what my father said. Near my house in the county, the man was holding a sharp iron bar, which pricked the falling paper on the ground. I know why his family is so poor. Besides doing farm work, men go to the city to pick up rags in their spare time, To raise his wife who was not able to work and their children. Now decades have passed, the county has been expanding, many villages in the suburb have been demolished, and tall buildings have been built one after another. It was unknown that the dwarf family had already lived in a building like a city dweller. In recent days, I have been busy with micro stores, dealing with every customer carefully, and also guarding against some tricky questions raised by some people. I was very open-minded to Jiang Taigong who was willing to fish. I never insisted on it and only waited for the fish to come to my door. Just sell some ordinary jade pendants, bracelets and so on. Customers are all relatives and friends, or friends of friends. However, few of my registered micro-shop skin care products come here. They are willing to plant flowers and flowers, and they are not willing to insert Willows into shade. What I really sold was forced to be delivered to my door. Some of them were sold by me on my own initiative and I couldn’t bear to refuse. Only a few people felt good and bought it again. After all, the fellow-townsman friends I want to know are limited, and the space is only a hundred people. So I applied to install Taobao online store to monopolize my favorite skin care brands. Expect strangers to come to the store, expand the market space, no longer be limited by the narrow circle of friends, everything is ready, and the product can be released after paying the deposit. I feel that I have no experience and dare not take risks. I want to consult my friends, and then take it easy. In this way, micro stores are aimed at acquaintances, while online stores are aimed at strangers. Isn’t it said that if you work hard, you will have a chance to succeed? If you don’t work hard, you won’t even have a chance. In the past, I always saw netizens saying that his articles were changed into sex theft, and I didn’t think so, because only well-written things would attract literary thieves. I entered the names of my previous articles casually for several times, and found that several articles were taken by some people without changing one word into their microblog or space, and the authors also changed their names, this is the so-called lust. Maybe they really like these articles, so they just copy and paste them, and take them away regardless of others’ hard work achievements. Maybe vanity is a fault, or ordinary people’s articles are not easy to be found, and articles stolen by celebrities are easy to be arrested and attacked. Fortunately, I am not a celebrity, and the article is also Ordinary. If I steal it, I will steal it. It is not a bad thing to let them advertise it to me and let more people see it. The weather in June was really changeable. In the morning, the sun was still shining and the heat wave was rolling; In the afternoon, thunder rumbled and the eaves rained like pouring rain. I saw an article in the newspaper two days ago, saying why the fruits of plants are round? The answer is to adapt to the natural environment. When there is wind and rain, the circle will narrow the stress surface and reduce the damage. I think people are the same. Sometimes, in order to survive, we have to compromise. Sometimes, we have to compromise and seek perfection to get through the difficulties. Survival of the fittest is the way of nature! Now I am no longer writing down my thoughts casually like before. There is a little trouble that the whole world knows. I don’t even publish things in the space easily any more. I like to publish things directly on the website, and I prefer to let strangers read my own articles. No scruple, no psychological burden, write if you want. The above words I am written to June, my mother and myself. 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