Balcony

The sun was swept by the long wind and dust of spring, wiping away its original brilliance, just like a silver mirror, hanging in the East sky of April; Even the mirror was not as good as it was, muddling away and not invisible, you can also turn a blind eye to it. Therefore, the sundries on the balcony sparkled, presenting their colors and hearing their whispers. A wooden square armchair that I often sit on is full of clothes, cotton-padded jacket to be washed, leaf green sweater and purplish red coat for my wife. There is also a new outfit whose son seems to smell of firecrackers. Squeeze them, then you can sit down and support them. This orange chair was moved in the old house and was one of the houses we didn’t buy much when we were newly married. In the late 1990 s, there was a new bed, a new cabinet with a single door, a leathery floor with brown round square pattern, a dark blue wall mirror with two square meters on one side, and two hearts that were hurt and complained from time to time. Within 15 square meters of the former residence, mother’s spirit Gray was on the roof, witnessing our marriage; She also blessed her grandson, who was born soon and grew up. I looked up at the sun, and I could still see him; I could also see him at night and at midnight. He was everywhere. There is also a washing machine on the balcony where I lowered my head, which was bought after a long time of marriage. Now it is old, and its drying bucket will lose its rules from time to time, shaking very specially, A heart that is somewhat similar to a hidden disease or has already been ill, making frightening or at least worrying noises. Fortunately, the industrious wife was very good at recuperating and turned it off quickly. After it was normal, she got rid of a lot of moisture on the clothes calmly. In the end, those clear and bright laundry water should be put away extravagantly, and listen to them flowing away from the tunnel. They seem to be pure water, but still contain alkali. They can’t be used to raise fish or water flowers. It’s a pity. These fish raised in the crude bowl once died six or five heads when I changed the clear washing water. Looking at their petite bodies and bitter eyes, floating in the water in the cake box, I was numb and didn’t dare to see more. I also threw it away quietly, let alone my son. Fish, don’t dare to use other water any more, and put that bigger fish somewhere else uneasily. A few days have passed. Today, it seems that other fish are OK, so I put the big fish back into the cake box. But the new water was changed again, fearing that the soul of the dead fish would tarnish the fresh breath of the living. The vitality of the grass and a pot of green vegetables is far greater than that of them. They don’t use much water and come back in spring one after another. The green vegetables are the most prosperous and full of the moon, as if they were I am in the countryside, what I saw everywhere were green and pink, layers and pieces, which were also full of my balcony, just like my family at this time, and my thinking and writing. The drought Lotus really wanted to die, but looking down carefully, she broke the ground and sprouted, and did not die in the harsh winter; I shouted to my wife, telling her the secret, but she lifted a handful of fresh loess with her hands, carefully sealed it quietly, as if talking to herself, pitiful and mysterious: this can protect the sprouted buds. I not clear. Alas! I don’t know how these secret words, the mysterious world, can be found with concentrated eyes, and how magical words can be expressed. 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…

Years

1 many nights in my childhood were accompanied by a wonderful moon. When we panted to a nearby state-owned factory to watch a movie, the moon in the sky followed us. When we watched those movies of beating Devils with relish, the moon leaned against the roof of the building to rest. However, when we watched the movie and argued about who was good and who was bad on our way home, the moon hid behind the thin clouds and laughed at our innocence. 2 The teacher in charge of the first and second grade of my primary school is a woman. She is ten or nine years old and teaches us Chinese. She is an educated youth in Shanghai. In her memory, she often wore a plain floral dress, tied two black braid and spoke good Mandarin. She also has a name Li Wenqing that we like very much but dare not call it out easily. After the Cultural Revolution, at a summer dusk, teacher Li left me a nice plastic pencil case with magnets and went back to the city. That night, there was no moon in the sky. It was my first time to lose sleep. 3 Ma Chao in the Three Kingdoms era was buried in my hometown. Our classroom is the main hall of Ma Chao Temple. The Hall is magnificent and carved. Grandpa Ma Chao sits in the center. He is the God in our hearts. We often go out of our minds when we are listening to math classes, and our eyes move quietly from the back of the teacher’s head to the image of master Ma, imagining master Ma’s vigorous and heroic posture on the battlefield, I even think grandpa Ma Chao can’t learn math, can he? At this time, a classmate was suddenly asked by the teacher: flushed and speechless. 4 in the deep winter, I went to the river for a walk. There was no moon, and the wind was very strong. The residual leaves on the ground made a sound. Because of the cold, few people came out, and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet. Walking, I’m scared. Will I meet a gangster? Mugged me? Breaks my leg? Got me life? So my heart beat faster, and I felt a little flustered under my feet. But I didn’t walk a few steps, and suddenly came back to my mind: a half-old man, with no color, no money, no power, no enemy, unless the gangster was a madman, he came to rob me, hurt me, harm me. Thinking of this, I laughed. 5 it snowed, white all over the world. Several young people ran out happily to take photos. The hearty laughter, rosy face and lively figure reminded me of my distant youth which was fixed in that remote mountain village (I was teaching in the mountain village school at that time). Green mountains, rivers, idle clouds, wild cranes, as well as transparent and pure sunshine with the fragrance of wild flowers, roaring trains, turbulent disco, shy and incomprehensible love and hazy poems of Shu Ting in Beidao. 6 Black words are written on the white paper, red plum blossoms bloom in the snow, wild cranes fly over the idle clouds, and the moon is quietly observed in the night sky, which are all beautiful scenery in the world. Why is it so beautiful? I may not know. But I can tell you that no black words can be written on the black paper, no cold plum can be opened in the greenhouse, and the gloomy clouds can only breed lightning. The moon in the daytime is totally redundant. I also know very well that when our hearts calm down, we will feel the thrilling beauty. 7 every time I look up at the starry sky, I will be moved by the generosity and selflessness like the Sun’s father, the tenderness and affection like the moon’s mother, and the curiosity and innocence like the stars as children; every time I look down at the Earth, in addition to feeling the generosity and tolerance of the earth mother, I will see my laziness in the diligence of an ant and realize my vulnerability in the tenacity of a grass, in the flying of butterflies, I saw the light spirit beyond the object, and suddenly realized the philosophy of Lao Zhuang in the free and leisure of swimming fish. 8 My daughter is 12 years old, and she is in junior high school. Although he is thin and tall with long hair, he is still childish. Thinking of five to six years later, I will watch her go to a distant city to study in university; Nine to ten years later, I will watch her go to a distant place to work; Eleven or twelve or three years later, I want to see her to marry someone else. When I think of this, I will lose my soul. But what I can do is to cherish the present and spend every warm and happy day with my daughter. 9 when I was young, I often thought: if I didn’t have this job, I would definitely do many Earth-shaking and glorious events, so that I wouldn’t waste my youth there; But now I am old, if I give up this job, I may be scared and confused because I will never do anything else. When they were young, they always looked down upon what their parents did; Now they are old, but they think their parents are great. They can’t do many things by themselves, such as pulling up five or six children with the love of their whole life. The 10th festival is a little cold, and the coldest day has just begun. At first glance, it turned yellow. The cool breeze hit my face. At Xishan Mountain, the sun is like a fire that will go out at any time, but the remaining temperature still exists. But at such a moment, I heard the beautiful whistle of birds outside the window, and also saw the goose yellow blooming wintersweet in the corner. I know that is the message of spring. In spring, the horse was whipped and walked on the way back to the north. 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…