Rain

I often cherish that ancient time and land, that fascinating era. The fragrance of poetry is mixed in warm wind and drizzle, how can we not make people intoxicated! I always hope that there will be someone to listen to the bleak night rain with me. Unfortunately, there are countless night rains, but it is hard to find someone to listen to the rain on the bed. It is always lonely to find someone who can’t understand. Also because of loneliness, the rain becomes more delicious. Seeing the rain hitting in front of the windowsill, it looked like a bead curtain. Although the time and space have changed, the scholars of those years and the students nowadays sound a little less scholarly, but the dim sky, the sudden slow rain at that time, the swaying branches of wind and rain, and the land hit by rain is everlasting. Sometimes, I sighed secretly that fortunately, I was born in a farm and had not finished the modernization coverage of the whole North. Although now we live in high buildings and use electrical appliances, at least our loess land can be seen everywhere without being sealed up by cement. Fortunately, there is a lotus pond beside the house. Yuan Haowen: After the shower, the pearls were scattered, and I thought I am could feel it all over the new Lotus. After reading Mr. Wu Liu’s idyllic poems, children in the city should know much less than those in the countryside. There are more than ten mu square houses and eight or nine thatched houses. The back eaves of Yu Liu Yin, in front of the peach and Li Luo Tang. The village is warm and far away, and there is smoke in Yiyi market. Barking labyrinthine, crowing Mulberry Britain. In addition to turning straw houses into fish-scale tiles, the rural areas ten years ago were mostly like this. Front planted with fruit trees, door elm liu cheng yin. When it comes to eating, smoke will rise from the kitchen. Dogs will bark when they see strangers, and chickens will fly up to the branches, which is a scene of vitality. It is a pity that the current countryside is no longer the one ten years ago. Jiang Kui’s “Yangzhou slow” had a spring breeze of ten miles, which was indeed the case ten years ago. Since Huma peep at the river, the trees in the waste pond are still annoying to talk about soldiers. Gradually dusk, clear corners blowing cold, all in the empty city. Although the current rural areas are not because of wars, the accelerated process of urbanization makes the young and middle-aged people in the rural areas become travellers, while the farmland is barren, just like an empty city. er shi si qiao still in, bo xin dang, cold month is. Today’s rural areas are less bustling in the past, which adds a sense of isolation. I read the Red Medicine beside the bridge and know who to give birth to every year. I also want to ask who do you know every year? The past youth has reached far away, and no one has noticed your brightness and haggard. Maybe one day, you will wait for the person who doesn’t make you lonely. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…

Fortune-telling

We often hear such words: ordinary people are lazy, and it is difficult to have a career. But I have a relative who is not like this. I have a relative, an idol in my childhood. I have mentioned him before, which is my little uncle. When I was very young, he followed my father to learn architectural crafts. My father received several apprentices, and this relative was also my father’s eldest apprentice, who was also the most powerful and capable apprentice taught by my father. I have two uncles, one of whom is the eldest uncle and the other is the fifth in their house. My fifth uncle often took me to play when I was young, so this uncle had a good relationship with me. You guessed it right. Today, I want to write about my uncle’s persistence and hard work. My uncle had studied with my father since I could remember. At that time, I was still very young and could not remember that memory any more. Now I only remember that he walked faster at that time, good to me. At my age, I didn’t know why my uncle went to Guangdong to work alone. I don’t know how much pain I have suffered. In this way, according to my current experience and experience, what I can know is. It’s hard, hard, and hard to live alone in a place where you have never been. In those days, it took a lot of courage and perseverance to live in a strange place, but he did it. And it’s also very good. Don’t ask me how to do it. I don’t know either. Maybe it’s because I stick to it and have no choice, or …… a few years have passed, and I I am’t know my uncle in these years, whether he is good or not has little to do with me. But in those years when my uncle didn’t come back, I heard from my grandmother that what my uncle did in Guangdong was not bad. He also worked in Guangdong as a craft building taught by his father. This time when my uncle went back to his hometown, he did what he had done when he was in the arena. My uncle will leave for Guangdong after staying in his hometown for one month. His coming back this time also represented the first good turning point in his life, and also represented a bad turning point in my life. I dropped out of school. You can’t blame anyone for this. You have your own reasons and your family’s earthshaking reasons. A month later, my uncle took me, who was 14 years old, to work in Guangdong (I went to adult school again after more than ten years). We took a three-day train and finally arrived at the camp in Guangdong. This so-called Camp is the construction site they built. When I arrived at the camp, I followed my uncle to enter a factory which had just been built. The factory had not been checked and accepted yet. The factory was very large. We lived in a building on the right. Putting down my luggage, I walked out of the door and stood on the unfamiliar ground that I had arrived less than ten minutes ago. My uncle came out to chat with me, and he told me that the accommodation room opposite was built by them. I can’t imagine that when my uncle came to Guangdong, which nobody knew, he had his own field with the skills his father taught him. What he didn’t dare to imagine was that he achieved the level of labor contractor in his father’s years here by virtue of the skills his father taught him. In their ordinary times, they were all ordinary people, with one brain, two hands and two feet. Ordinary people could not be ordinary, but there are a lot of people who go out to work together, and they also go out to work together at the same time. Also left a lot of no yi jin returning, many in no money of, many or one month 23 hundred. But because he studied hard at his father’s place, his uncle still didn’t give up your major when he came to Guangdong, and he always insisted on it. At that time and age, my uncle did it. He walked in front of many people in their age and village. In my opinion now, even if I was learning architectural skills with him at that time, I believe I could not do the same with him by my own ability. I have studied with my uncle for a year and a half. During this year and a half, I heard some of their sadness in those years, one of which I remember most. At that time, they didn’t trust themselves and knew those bosses, so it was impossible for them to contract to the construction site. If you don’t gain others’ trust in one place, you can only work under other contractors. It seemed that it was lunar December. Their construction site was still covered with concrete, which had been working continuously for five days and five nights, and was still working on it. The reason is that the concrete on one floor should be finished at one time, or there will be quality problems. The weather in lunar December is relatively cold, as you all know. They worked for five days and nights. At night, they were cold, hungry and wanted to sleep. The person who told me also told me a small detail, that is, if they are given no more than five minutes at most, they can sleep to death, and even sleep without thunder. But they didn’t have that chance. They were always supporting where they were, and there were people supervising where they were, so hurry up. Most people think of giving up when they meet the possibility. They also thought about giving up and quitting, but they still persisted. At this time, I don’t know what the reason is. The machine stopped. It seems that there is something wrong with the blender. How could they fall asleep unconsciously on the stone with this opportunity. I slept very hard. I didn’t know when the blender was good. They were still woken up one by one. Hearing that man’s memory, the blender stopped for two minutes. In this way, I always insist on finishing it. I have heard that many people can play games for three days and three nights, as well as those who play games for five days and five nights, and those who play games for seven days and seven nights. Game is my favorite. But it was really rare to work for several days and nights. If they didn’t stick to it at that time, they would give up like that. I don’t think they will know the bosses of Bao Gong or so many people like them. Naturally, I can’t afford to work and earn money, so I don’t know anything about that field. It was only with his persistence several years ago that he returned to his hometown in clothes, and there would be no new buildings built in his hometown. Because I couldn’t do that of them. After studying with my uncle for a year and a half, I went back to my hometown with my uncle to build a new building for myself. My uncle came over step by step like this. He had been sticking to it all the time and walking steadfastly. Only with the insistence in front of him did he have the big building that he would go back to his hometown to build, including all the expenses of my two cousins at the same time. It can be a man’s sense of responsibility to his family. I don’t know how much money I spent to build this house, which seems like tens of thousands in the vague memory now. About four years later, I went back to my hometown to play. A classmate told me that the house in our county was only 400 yuan per square meter, and that the whole set was only two or three yuan. At that time, our county had not developed a new house. At that time, my uncle could buy two houses with his own efforts. It is also my uncle’s efforts that have given the family a good life. After that new building, I didn’t learn architecture from my uncle. I went to the factory. I didn’t have an ID card when I entered the factory. I picked up a 79-year ID card and entered the factory. In this way, I was out of my uncle’s sight for two and a half years. I went back to my uncle’s construction site because I wanted to find a better job. My uncle found an acquaintance again and let me enter the factory again. Later, my uncle also ended his career in the outside bread construction site. He went back to his hometown county and opened a hardware store by himself. I can’t remember why my uncle I am home when he opened a hardware store at home. I am remembered that the first batch of goods in his store was brought in with him. After arriving, I went out to work for me. My uncle opened his shop at home. I didn’t make any money outside, and I couldn’t even raise it myself. But this shop of my uncle did operate well. Once I went home, I asked him why he didn’t buy a car. He said that when I finished the college of your two cousins, I bought myself a car. Several years later, although my uncle still didn’t buy a car, he had two more hardware stores like this. Many people will only see the good side of him now. I didn’t see the hard side and the persistent side of others. Just like an ordinary person, he insisted on his own ordinary things. In the first half of his life, he insisted on the construction industry, and in the second half, he also insisted on one industry, the hardware industry. We ‘d better do one thing all the time and stick to it until the end. Uncle, he is really ordinary, and there is nothing pleasing to him. His height is only 1.5, so his appearance is not bad. I believe it is really difficult for everyone who insists like this to fail. 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

If the years are quiet, then take care of your body and mind; If the time is cold, then keep your heart warm! Inscriptions pour a cup of aging of memory, then warm a period of clear past, lift a cup of wine, let the fingertips leave incense, let the fragrant fragrance fill the sleeves. No one knows the taste of that cup. Perhaps only by being intoxicated can the original scenery in those memories be blurred. I once thought that maturity could be a kind of disguise, pretending to be strong and pretending to smile, until achieving real success through persistence and efforts; But now I find that maturity is a kind of calm disguise. Pretend to be numb, pretend to be ruthless, pretend everything as if nothing had happened! In life, when some things once possessed follow the cycle of natural laws and leave from near to far, a reluctant attachment, in front of the ruthless ending, it looks so pale and insignificant! Who has ever said that the coldest is not the heart, the lowest is not the feelings, but the world has love, no matter which kind of love belongs. Even if it is a habit of daily life, it is not easy to give up, and it is also because of emotional dependence, let alone human beings and things, it is really normal! It is just like dancing with dishes and loving flowers alone, but the flowers fall down with the wind. Always passionately devoted, but blind eye! In fact, I believe that the existence of everything in the world has its fate of cause and effect. No matter the tide rises or falls, it has its own character, and there is no need to force it. Even if the heart has the feeling of not giving up, the painful sadness should also accept the world’s fixed number! The kindness is like water, and the heart is like rain. Being kind to the people left or left in life and tolerating those ruthless or cold things calmly is a kind of practice for oneself. Don’t ask, where is home for the quicksand in your hands; Don’t care, the boat full of sadness will be exiled to the end of the world; Don’t care, those years passed, how many are true or false. If possible, I would like to be a lotus in front of the Buddha, guarding the lonely years, understanding the wind and smoke in the world in the morning bell and evening drum; Under the ancient Green Lantern Buddha, stay away from the joys and sorrows of the secular world. How many beautiful wishes are higher than the reality, and how many indifferent alienation are expressing silent melancholy. It was just like seeing a familiar face in the morning light. There was no change in my eyes. I stretched out my hand and found that time had passed away, which clearly made each other out of reach. Perhaps, the stabbing pain is that the morning sun runs away in a hurry. People who are full of emotions are always sentimental. People who are full of emotions are always serious about emotions. People who are serious of emotions are always hurt, while people who are hurt are still thinking about emotions. This kind of emotion can be heard from the feelings of flowers and birds splashing tears, listening to the ups and downs of sorrow and joy; It can also be accepted in the heart, holding long-term love without transfer. However, when the sunset is Misty, who can understand the poetry and painting of the world, when they look at each other and have nothing to say, can they no longer care about it! I think there are a lot of things in life that we need to do and understand, learn to tolerate others, because everyone has his own difficulties, and believe that no one is willing to hurt; Also forgive yourself, when walking on the journey of people who are not sages, if you have experienced warmth and sorrow, helplessness and loneliness, please give yourself a hug and warm yourself. In the gradually growing life, where do not meet, where do not leave people, everything goes with the wind! 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…

Look up

Looking up at the starry sky and looking at the stars, we can’t help imagining: thinking about the ancient legend; Thinking about the brilliance in the boundless interstellar space; Thinking about the mystery of the universe. Looking up at the starry sky, we will always look forward to it involuntarily, looking forward to a shining meteor across the sky and placing all our hopes. Knowing that it is just a legend, however, no matter how unbelievable it is, we always believe involuntarily in the meditation: We believe that at that moment, we will spread our good wishes; believe that at that moment, the flowers of happiness will bloom eventually; Believe that at that moment, all sadness will be wiped away. Looking up at the starry sky, I always want to ask: What is happiness behind the beauty? Or aloof? The colors in the Starlight are always soft. Perhaps, warm the injured heart unconsciously or deliberately. However, in that perfect appearance, there was always a trace of desolation passing. Behind the dazzling, there will always be too much loneliness; Behind the perfect, there are always some shortcomings hidden. This is the sadness of starry sky. Looking up at the starry sky, we can’t restrain the flow of our inner emotions, either calm, passionate or depressed. It always gently evokes our memories in subtle ways. Recalling the sweet, bitter, bitter and salty things I once had, I always had a special taste in my heart. Looking up at the starry sky, there will always be a happy picture of happiness in the future inexplicably. Perhaps, it is just a kind of extravagant hope, a kind of fantasy given by stars. However, at least we used to look forward to our future and imagine our whole life. Looking up at the starry sky, we always have too many emotions. The beauty passed by, the emotion passed by, and the beautiful future…… I always shine my unique light gently. The beauty passing by, the pride passing by, passed away in a flash, leaving only a hint of aftertaste for us to savor carefully; The past we passed by and the story we missed have become the past, only a little regret is left to cry; The lighthouse of the future, the happiness of tomorrow, from here on, let the popularity guide us. Looking up at the starry sky, in the boundless starry sky, our thoughts are thousands of miles away. Let’s all quietly watch our own starry sky. 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…

Sit in

I really like the famous article “My Castle in the air” written by Li Lewei, a contemporary writer in Taiwan. I especially like such a sentence that I am in the cabin enjoying the happiness of the world, enjoying enough sleep and a beautiful dream every day. What a beautiful life! What kind of life is that! In the embrace of the fresh nature, without the fetters of the secular world of mortals, the ears are clean, refreshed, natural and boundless freedom, just like a white cloud in the blue sky and a wisp of breeze in the deep mountains. That is the life that immortals also yearn. I knew that the castle in the air of teacher Li Lewei only appeared in her fantasy, but I was eager to have such a small house and live such a life. Looking forward to a holiday! I can freedom. It’s not because I don’t like my job. I like students, teaching and educating people. If it is pure work, it will be all right. If you are tired, you will not be tired, but your heart will be tired. However, a unit is a world! Between colleagues and colleagues, between subordinates and leaders; You, me, him, me, you, him and me, are squeezed and suffered all day long. Friction generates heat, smoke and sparks, which are bizarre, varied and filthy. Small but complete. A unit with sesame and mung beans is a mess, a pool of mire, and a world of mortals! I really want to get rid of it, so vacation is the best post station. At the student meeting, all my classmates in other industries said admiringly: how beautiful you are! You have two vacations a year! What they say is beautiful. Our local language means comfortable, comfortable and cool. I am on vacation now, I should have been very happy. Yes, it is really cool! You can see people you don’t want to see, and you can not listen to what you don’t want to hear. The grass is luxuriant and the sky is clear, the white clouds are moving with the wind, relaxed, relaxed and happy, and the taste of watching the red dust is infinite. Our house is on the third floor, the resident on the first floor, that woman is a bird early. The early bird has insects to eat, but she is not the diligent Bird. She got up early in the morning and shouted, arguing with her husband and her son. That was a woman with steel mouth and iron teeth. I only heard her shouting alone, full of gunpowder. Suddenly, her unbearable son yelled at her throat, which made her even more angry. She tried her best to raise the decibel of her voice. However, the saturated voice had to change its tone, what this changed voice threw out was abuse. Her husband was a man of good temper, and also a person of face-saving. He knew her very well when she was alone to make troubles, at this time, it can’t be interrupted, it is adding fuel to the fire, and it is even igniting the body. Let her shout, and naturally stop when tired. His husband smiled and said to his neighbor afterwards. The life of their family was lively and sonorous, which was really interesting. At eight o’clock, the neighbor’s piano will come on time. That was a girl of eight or nine years old, and her mother thought she had extraordinary musical talent. Also, girls are lively and lovely, love singing and dance, and once won the second prize in the children’s singing contest held in the city. Her mother, who was teaching in primary school, was a tall and thin person, unsmiling, unwilling to speak and silent. She met her and chatted with her. She often seemed to be in dreams, unexpectedly, as if awakened by a start, a little stunned, burst a smile, but also very brilliant. Her husband taught in our school. Under her pressure, he bought a piano for his daughter. The girl practiced the piano for two hours in the morning and had a rest at ten o’clock. After that, she began to read English slowly. A very lovely girl. Looking forward to becoming a dragon, looking forward to becoming a Phoenix! The boat of their family was full of heavy hope and was heading forward with full power. Not far from downstairs, the main traffic road in and out of the family Hospital was as bustling as the Malacca Strait. Because of the ventilation and coolness, there are full of uncles and aunts sitting there every day. They hold insoles like killing time in their hands, or choose green vegetables, with a high voice and a low voice, talking some short gossip from parents, a burst of laughter broke out from time to time. After the holiday, all the teachers had their spare time. It was a lively place, and the most conspicuous one was an extra mahjong table. The mahjong table was raised from morning to night, and the sound of mahjong, people’s voice and laughter naturally resounded from morning to night. All kinds of sounds are like colorful flower butterflies with wings, flapping and blankly, flying around, flying into open windows one by one. Why do some people like playing mahjong so much? I always don’t understand its smell. I don’t know how to fight, and I don’t like to fight. I just look at a few people sitting around the table and bother myself. I spare no effort to move bricks and walls. Sometimes, I even earn red face, which makes me headache and chest tightness. I really don’t understand what the beauty of mahjong is. One of my colleagues explained: it is called mahjong addiction, just like smokers are addicted to smoking, and drinkers are addicted to drinking. He may be right. Another colleague of mine said that she had to touch several circles every week, otherwise, she would feel uncomfortable everywhere. Ha ha ha …… another burst of cheerful laughter came, with the penetrating power of summer sunshine, as well as the thoroughfare and clarity of summer sunshine. Their time went by happily in the mahjong sound …… Mr. went out to work early in the morning, leaving me a room of silence, as if leaving me a room of relaxation, leisure and freedom. I really became a free person. I controlled a lot of time by myself. I did whatever I wanted and I was my own master. Isn’t this the vacation I am looking forward? At that time, how beautiful I thought! Seize the time to read your favorite books and write some beautiful articles. Holiday more beautiful! Now, I am on vacation, so what? Intuition time is like water, day by day, just like water passing through my body and heart. There is no trace of water, but what the water of time leaves is the emptiness and omission of life. The days are light and shallow, fluttering and slippery, how can it walk so fast! Like a wisp of wind, I can’t catch it; Like a loach, I can’t grasp it. People say: people are idle and busy. Let me say: a good time is a blink of an eye! Good fast! If we send students to the examination room of the college entrance examination, we will have a holiday. It has been one month till today, but I clearly think it is only two or three days. The holiday is really a pair of wings for the living! And I am like a kite off the line day after day, floating in the air, without support, not up to the sky, not down to the ground, fluttering leisurely. What people on the ground saw was the freedom and beautiful flying of kites. Only kites knew their loss and anxiety. The master said that I didn’t know how to be blessed, and said that I was looking for troubles, Accused me of being sloppy. Master said: you can settle down in the human world, and your heart is far away from you. The Master said, you can imagine our humble dwelling as the castle in the air written by teacher Li Lewei. The mountain is like a brow, and the hut is just like a mole at the tip of the brow. It is very fresh and natural. My cabin is exquisitely located in a soft angle of the ridge. Mr. Zhou couldn’t help reciting it seriously. He also liked this famous article written by teacher Li Lewei very much. Living in the cabin, enjoying the happiness of the world, enjoying enough sleep and a beautiful dream every day. That is a supreme realm of life! Only after experiencing the ups and downs of the tide can we sit and watch the clouds in the world. Everyone is on the road of his own practice, whether intentionally or unintentionally. The most beautiful thing is the inner peace and tranquility. I hope there will be a beautiful dream tonight, and I hope the Ming Dynasty will have enough sleep. 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…

Passing

In order to vote for my classmate, I asked her phone and added my micro signal. When I entered the phone number that I had stopped using for a long time, I found that the address book name on her mobile phone was actually the overlap of my single name, while her Wechat nickname was actually the combination of my name and her name. I was extremely messy. In the next few days, I was disturbed by a lot of memories, and some fragments came out from time to time. She transferred to our class when she was divided into liberal arts and science classes in the second year of senior high school. Her singing in her memory was very magnetic. At that time, we had half an hour’s rest during the night self-study, so some classmates who liked music taught everyone to sing, she is one of them. Thinking about some men and women who teach singing, I only remember the songs she taught. So far, I can still hum a few words of “pink memories” and “March 3”. In the second semester of senior three, she prepared to drop out of school for family reasons. Three days after we started school, classmate Yi found me and knew that he liked her. He wore a high hat for me and said that my class monitor could not ignore the brothers and sisters in the class. So we didn’t have night lessons that day. He and I rode bicycles and found her home with flashlight through twists and turns. It seemed that we persuaded her parents and her without much effort. The next morning she went to school with us. After graduating from high school, we went our separate ways. We had no news or contact with each other for two or ten years. One of her distant relatives is my junior high school teacher, and I often have contact with him. In one of their chatting, she got my phone number. She called me that day and asked me if I knew who she was? Her voice was still fresh in my memory, and I blurted out her name. She repeatedly said, how can I still remember her? Good, good. After chatting a few words, she knew that she had been working in her mother’s factory since she graduated from high school. She seldom dealt with the outside world and seldom communicated with her classmates. She didn’t ask about my situation, probably from my teacher. Soon, Yi and Jian came to the small town where I lived. Naturally, I mentioned her to Yi. We, who are not confused at the end of the year, smile at each other for the innocence of the green years and all kinds of surprises that are unpredictable in the world. I called her to pick her up and asked her to wait for me in the small town. Two decades later, she hardly changed. She was still so slim and her voice was still so magnetic. Seeing me, she still smiled shyly. Maybe she was too excited to feel that she was incoherent. At the dinner table, she watched us drinking quietly and listened to us. Classmate Yi never forgot to persuade her to eat food, and also took food for her from time to time. She politely said thank you. When leaving, classmate Yi asked for her phone number. For several years, every year we only send each other the same text message during festivals. One day, she asked me which enterprise in the small town I was in was good. Her father passed away and the factory that her brother took over was transformed. She wanted to work out. So she went to my company and became a packager in the outsourcing workshop. Before checking in on the first day, she called me and asked me which office I was in, saying that she was very nervous. I took her to sit in my office for a while and told her that there were many locals in the workshop. No one bullied you; Besides, I will train for several days before entering the workshop. Just follow all the rules and regulations of the company. Don’t be stiff. She left with a smile. During several days of training, she put her bag in my office so that she could be seen during commuting. Ask her how she feels, just one sentence: not bad. In this way, we became colleagues again. After entering the workshop, she was very busy. Our commuting time and dining time were slightly different, so although we were in the same company, the chances of meeting were very few. Occasionally, we would meet at the gate of the company at work. Most of them were her smiling. I said one word: early. Sometimes when classmates have parties, I will go to the canteen during her meal time, sit next to her seat, tell her the dynamics of classmates, and ask her if she will attend? She always said: I’m sorry if I have something to do, I’m not free. Never about next time. So later I didn’t talk to her about the reunion. She sometimes asked me about classmate Yi, saying that since that meal, he often called her and asked her to buy insurance. She declined and. But I feel very embarrassed. I laughed, saying that he had already not been insured, and now he went back to work as a doctor. So, what kind of person, she lowered her head and said softly. In the WeChat group, Yi asked me if I knew her current situation. I said yes. She and I am colleagues, but it was hard for me to meet her once a month. Immediately, a female classmate asked me why I didn’t bring her into the group. I didn’t know that she was not in my WeChat address book. After thinking carefully, we have been colleagues for another four years, but how can we meet so few words. Therefore, I went to the canteen during her meal time and told her classmates to miss her and ask her to come back. She just smiled. It seemed that what she said to me over the years was less than what she laughed. I stared at her and wanted to hear her talking. She lowered her eyes and lowered her head to eat her meal. After I sighed, she said: how bad it would be if it was like Yi again. I knew he was angry that he didn’t buy insurance for him. It seems that in her idea, Yi contacted her just to promote his insurance. It really makes me speechless. Sometimes I also heard colleagues talk about her family situation, saying that his husband likes playing cards and where his son studied. It seems that she and her colleagues in the workshop still have nothing to say. It’s no wonder that we cherish our words in front of me. After all, we don’t have much chance and time to meet each other. There was only one time when I went to the workshop and saw her busy through the window, so I went to her. She lowered her head and concentrated on her work. She was shocked when she looked up and saw me. After half a day, she said, “Why are you here? The colleague joked that your classmate should move the chair when he came. I shook my head, and she smiled, bowing her goods. Smile and silence! Because the mobile phone number was from shenzhouxing, and the monthly phone bill rose, so I had to endure changing the phone number that had followed me for more than ten years. I left a message to the relevant personnel and informed them of the new number. One day she came to my office specially and asked me why the phone number was empty. I didn’t remember that I didn’t inform her. Even though I told her my new number later, I didn’t expect that she still kept my old number, and the remark was actually the overlap of my single name. On and off, we found that we have known each other for almost three or ten years. Whether it is the friendship of former classmates or the feelings of colleagues now, we have collisions in our own running space and intersections on our own tracks, without any sparks, there is no mistake. She still cares about her so far, but she is ungrateful. She is always accompanied by me silently, and I have no consciousness. It turns out that we just pass by each other in our life. May this innocence remain the same and accompany for a long time! Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…

Find

Memories are too heavy, words are too light, the friction between pen and paper rustling, but still beautiful. What I write down is time, memory; Feeling, ideal; Feeling that I haven’t seen for a long time and almost lost. The flying years hate the short time, and the misty rain songs in dreams are melancholy. When I was young, I was frivolous and persistent, and what I had honed in the erosion of time was stupefied; The dream I had released shuttled back and forth in some corners of the city; Do you still remember the promise you made? Perhaps, I have already forgotten what I looked like at that time. Under the erosion of the current of reality, some are beyond recognition and some are completely new. However, in any case, they will leave traces of existence, either deep or shallow. That is, almost lost feelings. How many words are smiling, how much melancholy will be. There will be a lot of alienation and confusion as long as there is a glorious past. At that time, it was written from horizontal to vertical to ABCD; From I love my country to I love her very much; Later, it was written from the classroom playground to the streets and lanes, from the radius of five miles to the southeast and northwest; Later, it was written from front to back; From here to there; The road kept on writing. From this end of memory to the end of time. Write down the reunion of you and me after a long separation, write down your and my voice, write down your and my feelings. The feeling of long separation is between the lines. 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…

jiu yue

The fiery maple leaves drifted on the dry land one after another, floating between the eyebrows and a page in the heart. The weather, I don’t know when it will start, becomes cold, the air is filled with thin strands of cold, with inexplicable sadness, whether the heart has lost its direction. The overflowing dream has already faded its fresh luster, and it is also slowly yellow like a fallen wood, slowly going to death. From then on, I began to be dissatisfied with everything in reality, and began to reject people and things. My face became as ferocious as devil, and so did my heart. I once had too many, but I always knew that I was just a blurred person in my mistakes. It is not so-called ignorance. Many things are never right or wrong, but they like to walk to the endless abyss with an evil-like smile and fall into the black hole of dreams. In a flash, September came again. However, I am no longer as pure as before. Being filled with emotion, wandering in the sharp blade, smiling in the blood bath, I don’t know whether it is the so-called growth, or being twisted into the appearance of no one or no ghost by emotion. The leaves are falling slowly, and the summer is flourishing, and the competition has already dissipated. It is because he has no fighting spirit and becomes lazy, falling down with the wind. I remember the summer that once made us passionate and kept talking with each other for a lifetime. There was no cheating or disgusting summer. Now it is cold and heartless, so stingy that it even gives each other a look in the early autumn. The weather is getting cold, so is my heart. Don’t imagine anything beautiful, fall in the dark, but feel sad. Many people once called us dangling angels, but I didn’t think so. Even if it is falling, I am just a devil after all. Angel, I don’t deserve it. I only have body walking in hell. I am more willing to admit that I only deserve to be a devil, and how can I say that I fall. I hate recalling the past and everything in the past. It was not because of disdain, but everything in my past, only darkness and mistakes, which only made me panic and fear. Maybe it is a person who can only escape, but he is willing to live in the corner of no one, blinding his eyes and ears, and live and die like this. Autumn is a season suitable for me to survive. Everything is cold and has no emotion, and I may be the same. Devil, cry, fall, abyss. September, slightly cool, falling wood, alone. 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…

I and

On weekends, I invited my friends outside. Working and eating all day long, only on weekends is your own, you can arrange freely, fly freely, why not go outdoors to rest assured! We came to an unknown mountain. My friends and I lined up, closed our eyes and took a deep breath. The air was fresh and we enjoyed ourselves with nature. All the mountains are small, with white, yellow and red flowers swaying in the breeze. Back to the valley, a string of fruits came into my eyes. I looked closer and found that it was the fruits of chicken crops and banyan trees. I felt surprised and happy, and couldn’t help saying: You are here too! My friend heard it and vaguely promised me, what? Only then did I find myself distracted. Said: Oh, nothing! This is chicken crop Banyan, its fruit is edible. I pointed at the chicken crop Rong and introduced it to my friend while I couldn’t wait to put some food into my mouth. My friend said hurriedly: fruits in the mountain cannot be eaten casually to prevent poisoning. I haven’t seen it for a long time. I ignored my friends and put the picked Banyan fruit into a plastic bag. Fortunately, I took the bag with me, and I secretly delighted. I embraced those ripe ones into my pocket one by one. I am happy. I taste it one by one, which is fragrant and sweet. My friend didn’t understand, and said loudly: If you go out of the mountain and eat fruits casually, you will be really poisoned! I said: it’s okay, didn’t I say it? It is called Chicken, crop and fruit, which can be eaten. There are many in our hometown. Do not believe, you also try. I handed him a bigger one which was ripe, and he held it in his hand, doubtfully, he dared not eat it, seeing my fruits disappearing from my mouth one by one. I said: Eat! Look, my bag is almost full. Do you want me to lie to you? He ate it now. Well, delicious, fragrant and sweet. He didn’t eat another one. I picked up all the ripe ones and prepared to eat on the way home. At that time, the hometown just went from overstarvation to being able to eat enough, but there were still some families who had not finished their grain storage before the autumn harvest, so they had to borrow it from relatives and neighbors and return it to the next year. My family is one of them. I often eat corn porridge or corn flour mixed in rice, and most of them are potherb. There are six sisters in the family, I am the youngest one, so my parents were very pitiful to me, so they gave me a quiet meal alone. Now I am grateful to win and get the light of my parents and the care of my brother and sister! At that time, people in hometown ate half full in this way, Eating meat is far from enough. Once every five or more than ten days, the street we drive there is Sanba Street, which is once every five days every month, only the street day parents would buy one or half jin meat to supplement the oil and water. The Street is twenty or thirty miles away from our house, unlike the asphalt road now, it is a mountain road and a sheep sausage trail, it takes three or four hours to walk back and forth as soon as possible, the hardship can be imagined! Therefore, wild fruits in the mountain are the source of nutrition for children to grow up. Every day after school, we set out to the mountain in groups, and we picked all the fruits that can be eaten in the mountain. At that time, there were several chicken crops beside our school. Maybe God took care of them. There were a series of birds, and many birds were built every year. I remember that every year from May and June to November is its fruit period, so we have to go to check every day after school, and they will be picked up before they are ripe, sometimes I will meet some ripe ones, which is lucky. Everyone thinks that there is no need to go to see them. Anyway, it is impossible. Therefore, it is at this time that ripe Banyan fruits will appear. I was overjoyed, and quickly picked off the Banyan fruit, as if being robbed by others. I struggled for my big eyes and put them into my mouth together, chewing at random, with red face, which made me speechless, I won! In my childhood, my friends couldn’t feel my special memory and special affection for chicken crops and fruits. Now, as before, can I remain indifferent to seeing so many ripe chickens and fruits? It gave me back all the things I owed to me in my childhood. I wanted to pick them all, eat enough of them and eat them round like a big belly frog. Thank you! Chicken crop Banyan, accompanied me through my bitter childhood. Seeing you, I feel happy and sad at the same time. I am no longer hungry now. Do you remember that I ate rice every day! Nowadays, every time I go to the market, I don’t want to have a look at any glutinous rice Valley or Qingbao Valley. I don’t know if happiness comes too suddenly. You make me want to cry. I love the chicken crop fruit late. 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…