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早在三十年代,鲁迅先生说过这样一句话: 不在沉默中爆发,就在沉默中灭亡。 第一次读过这一句话时,我并不究其意,而今,我是越来越深深地理解了。我就要做这样的勇士。或许,我面前只有两条路,其一是走向灭亡,或者再沉默,其二便要爆发了,我太不安分守己了,我人说话了。是因为我在这样多年的沉默中找到了我所要走的路子,文学于我结缘,已有六七年。然而现在,我并不知道我都干了些什么,只觉察到自己是越来越对文学充满了热情,越要想在文学的沃土里独树一个自我来。可是,摸爬滚打的几年来,我已经头破血流了,我已累得无力支撑一个男子汉的我了。我躺在阳光下,休憩着,重新审视自己了,但要看将来我要怎么样的沉默或者爆发,全然地要我回顾我的以前是怎样的经历,是呀,以前的我并没有作出一点成绩来,但仍然要回顾一下子的。 现在模模糊糊记得我最初对文学的兴趣萌芽在初中阶段。初中生的我没有一点明确的目标,朦胧之中只知道文学即文章,作家即是写文章的人,书上印着铅字的文章乃作家所写,于是萌生着一种愿望,老师也叫我们写作文,我们的作文怎么就不可以印在书上呢,有时自己的作文稍稍得了高分,就觉得了不起,当作文能再写好些,不就可以印在书了了吗?这么想着,于是就想做作文了,更想让自己的许许多多的作文编成一本本的书。然而,初中阶段,我的语文成绩并不怎么好,反而对数学有着浓厚的兴趣,作文就更差了,和许多在校学生一样,惧怕作文,一到作文课就心慌意乱,当然,我是作不好一篇作文的,对当作家没有一点心思,也不可能抱有太大的奢望。 在那时,我对升学就没有希望,我是知道我的成绩的,因为严重偏科,许多的老师也在为我加油,甚至已到了升学考试时,他们还在为我捏过一把汗呢。我并不考虑我升不升得上学,也并不考虑我没有升上学后干什么,我的户口已在八五年转为非农业的了,升不了学,也没有土挖,没有地种,也许只有游手好闲。在现在想来,倘使没有升上学,现在也只有两条路摆在我的面前,其是是我会成为一个出色的人物,属正面的,也许会拥有万贯家财,其二,我会成为一个无用的人,就只好在沉默中灭亡,也许会在监狱里几进几出,最终的结果,说不定会挨枪子儿。不过在当时却没这么想,反正总想干点什么事,太平凡的事对我推动了兴趣,唯一的是干了一件让我感到惊天动地的事来,自编了一本政治复习集,很薄的,大多内容都参考了其他的著作,不过体系却是属于我的专有,我只想到的一是干点实事,二是出点风头,风头出了,我也出名了。编好后寄给了重庆出版社,不过,最终结局是退稿了。这是我在搞创作和编辑的最初实践,虽然失败了,但至今是记忆犹新的。后来的升学,我还耍得起得很,真正体现了人们都说的大考大耍,小考小耍。父母虽盯得紧,但我自个儿偷闲耍了不少,根本没有用多少功。升学考试了,父亲特别关心,几乎整个考试的过程父亲都在跟随着我,然而我还在考场上睡过一次觉呢,居然那次考试顺利过关了。我是刚刚跨过录取线的,进了大多数初中生都梦寐以求的中师的大门。这样,我自己感到幸福极了,对那些鄙视过我的别有用心的人,我更小看他们了。 中师的三年,是我人生重要的转折期,我学会了开始用脑思考人生,多多少少读过一些文学书籍,然而总觉得始终没有读够过,因为我历来就不太安分守己,读书也常常是读着读着便又走出了书的世界,仿佛就觉得这样就可以走进作家的行列。现在想来,人生最大的错误和遗憾,就是读了中师,同为在师范学校里,自自然然地形成了一种懒懒散散的习惯,也自自然然地,我染上了这种习性,学业也荒废得差不多了,业余无甚发展。比如说学音乐吧,我们的音乐老师仿佛就没有好好教学,我们每上音乐果,大多在听音乐老师吹毛求疵,大谈特谈他的处世哲学,而且一谈便是两节课,两节课下来,我们就端了饭,又在寝室里大谈特谈音乐老师。他要求我们练琴法,在选修音乐的第一学期,便提出了苛刻的要求,每周弹一课内容,由高年级的同学验收。我开始倒还弹得顺利,可到了第五周上,一首外国曲子《鳟鱼》,却是怎么也弹不过的,双手的协调就显得太笨了。十周后,多数同学都同样没过关,音乐老师就发了一通火,把半期的任务只好延长到全学期。后来,仍然是这种情况,老师就把那半期的任务又延长到一学年。可是,直到毕业,我都还停留在第五课,可也觉得顺利,琴法考试没有出现不良现象,不过那考试内容也极简单。单就说练习一种乐器,我一直选学的是二胡,音乐老师差不多都去指导小提琴,手风琴,在我读师范学校时,学二胡的人就很少,老师没啥管这二胡的,可以这么说,我学二胡,全凭感觉,全然没有按正确的弓法和指法去学,倒还摸索得像样。曾经练习提《二泉映月》《江河水》等乐曲时,自我感觉还是不错的,自自然然的,不过在没有章法的前提下,自个儿摸索出来的,仅仅是皮毛的东西,终究是没有能摸索出一种二胡的境界,没有能充分体现二胡的那种悲壮美,高音区全然没有二胡味,尖声尖气的,缺乏柔情。而如今,丢弃了几年,有时把玩一下,也无甚是好,越发可怜起来,以至于完完全全地芒疏了。 在平常的读书,也如这学音乐一样,没有多大的收获,白白地浪费了三年时光。其实,那是有条件读过许多书的,因为懒散,成天就无所事事,偶尔也读过一些书,但从书中体味到的毕竟太肤浅,枉自在师校昊逛了三年。而那时作过许多诗,而且专写诗,大多在阅读和思考时突发奇想,算不作叫做灵感什么的,只觉得好玩,写的自己就有一种满足感。那些诗,或许并不叫诗,当时的热情也很高,管他叫诗,以为写出来,就可以出个专集,投稿是少有的,并不见有变成铅字的,尔后还认认真真地有近百首集成册,寄给一家出版社。寄出后,我就在圆满我的诗人梦。结果,诗人是没有做成的,那个集子定名为《夜晚的风》,我永远会记得的,记着它,就想到我曾经幼幼稚稚地搞了个自编诗集,称它为处女诗集吧。我读过一些诗,虽然那时也总是读不懂,但也从字里行间摸索出过一些诗味来,那是很肤浅的,甚或不明其意的,就觉得诗人都很神秘,只有神秘的诗人才能写出那神秘的诗。于是在读诗时就惊叹于人家的那支笔,就觉得自己怎么做起诗人梦来,自己的那支笨笔怎么也写不出像诗的东西来,自愧弗如之后,心情又亢奋不已,以为那些诗莫不是也经过像我这样经历之后才成长为诗人的,我就想加倍勤奋努力。那《夜晚的风》中的诗,我有时也要自个儿看的,但我或许不允许它有第二个读者了、 那时候,还有一件让我感到吃惊的是,一点基础也没有,连小说是什么也未曾知晓,又未作过短篇或中篇的尝试,居然作起长篇小说来,其幼稚,我都觉得好笑。还记得那个小说取名为《曲回的波折》,我要写的是一群中学生的故事,又主要以其中两个人为主,一男一女,叙写他们爱情的经历,真正的爱情不是一帆风顺的,是要经历重重阻拦和与阻拦作过斗争的,他们是出于一种纯洁的爱,以爱情为动力,双双考大学的历险曲折,反映八十年代末九十年代初的学生的精神风貌和心理状态,歌颂他们对未来的崇高理想的精神。确实,大多数中学生是求上进的,是充满幻想的,是对未来充满信心的,旨在通过一群中学生反映广大中学生的世界。那个故事是偶尔在头脑中闪现过,然后经过一度时期的构思,为他们安排过一些离奇的情节,设置过许许多多的矛盾,给他们设想的结局就很理想化的。那一段时间,我是走在路上也在想,睡在床上也在想,坐在教室里也在想,几乎我的生活里天天都有他们来作伴,到了我觉得可以动笔写的时候,我就利用午休时间,把自己关在蚊帐里写。开始就写得很顺利,让主人公直接出场,再就是一场很危险的事故,是车祸,险些让主人公丢掉性命,一些主要的人物就随着这次事故而出场了。写的时候,速度在我那时是惊人,几乎下笔就觉得收不住笔,当时间不允许的时候,我就在脑中为他们安排下一个节目。结果,当写有两万多字时,卡壳了,却怎么也找不到合适的语言和故事续接这群中学生的生活,更没办法使主人公的爱情有个清晰的过程,没法写下去了,也就放弃了,直到现在,我已回忆不起那个小说的轮廓了,只好让它流产了,就那一两万字,是羞于见人的,自己觉得好笑了,不敢拿出来。在那之后,我就迷惘了,文学于我,竟如此艰难,自己就感到我没有当作家的命,虽与文学有缘,但无份,诗也没有一首好的,小说也是作不下去的,于是就玩他人的诗,作起编辑来,把我收集到的一些诗篇,辑录成一个集子,定名为《天空,飞过一行大雁》,然后寄给一家出版社。那个集子纯属一时兴味,高兴了,没事了,找点事来干,可发,好久好久都没收到回音。于是,去过几次信,也无回音,我就想,莫非出版社的编辑挺忙的,无暇回函,书出来了,自然会寄来的,所以就放弃查询的,又到后来竟将这事忘记了。大约是几个月之后,我就收到了退稿,当时我还惊异,以为真的书出来了,然而还未拆开时,心里就灰了,一个大信封,早已破损不堪了,一眼看到的是仍是我手抄的原稿,一气之下,将那些稿纸和原来自己创作的东西一起付之一炬。 在文学上,中师的三年就这样暗淡无光,所幸的是一点点收获,也让当时的我欣喜若狂,在市级报刊上发过一首散文诗,在市县后上发过十几个消息,书法稿。还有两首短诗被收入两种集子。成绩就这一点,不好意思说出来的。但就仅这点成绩,我很感激我的语文老师刘守明先生,也感激我们的老校长刘平康先生。刘老师关心过我,给予过帮助和鼓励。他教我们《文选与写作》的课程,他的课上得很好,给我启迪最深,我的对文学的感情,大约是因为他的课,我喜欢听他的课,深刻细致且富有感情,但我平常的作文就写得很差劲,在各种框框下作文,就有一种束缚的感觉,放不开手脚。三年中写作文最佳的一次,是我无意之中写的,写了三四天,一千多字,题目叫《我的父亲》,自由发挥,在学校还被评了个一等奖。我有时就为学校写点消息,每有稿子,我就去找校长盖章,刘校长是一个心细之人,他对我的每一篇稿子都要提出许许多多修改意见,语法上的,逻辑上的,我都遵照做了,改好了,再请刘校长看。刘校长从不因为我是学生,就不予理睬,他的那种热情,我是怎么也不会忘记的,就是现在,我也有时要去拜访他老人家,所发的那几个消息稿,都倾注了他的心血。安师办了一个风帆文学社,我总以为不怎么景气,没搞多少真正的活动,也没组织过多少讲座,改稿会之类的,社刊是没有出过一本的。 现在,从学校出来工作了四年,一直居村小,社会活动多了些,见了些世面,但仍有点不知天高地厚,不知文坛有多大,文坛是怎么样的,就只有凭订阅的一两份刊物,略知一二。对社会,对人生就在这段时间里,有了深刻的思考,一反在校时的状态,又只身闯进文学堆里。然而,始终觉得自己在文学的氛围里瞎摸乱撞,自己被撞得头破血流,到头来,我仍然觉得思想和认识上的贫乏,只不过,随着年龄的增长,在人生课题的思考,是比较深入的了,偶或作过一首两首诗,其思想性略显得成熟一些,诗的创作有了质的飞跃,自己满意过,但仍然承袭了中师以来的那种懒散的习性,依旧没有多少作为。初走上工作岗位,凭着一股子热情,工作拿下来了,且来自学校方面和群众方面的嘉奖与肯定,使我更坚定了工作的信念,不乐意去想下海的事儿。安下心来,一方面就在好好教书,一方面就抓起了创作,当然也就有了小小的一点成绩。出过一个合集,叫《自然箫音》,这个诗集本是我哥哥欲出版的一本诗集,出版就列为自费出版的一种,他苦于没有多余的资金,便找我想办法,条件是合出一本诗集,这也是我一生中后悔和遗憾的事。我选了三四十首诗歌入集,写作的时间都较早,从诗来看,仍显得稚嫩,没有多少可取之处,居然也放进了集子里出了书,显然这毫无意义。我并不明白我当时也是那么地心切切的,有机会出一点东西,而且又是给钱出的,实在是鬼迷了心窍,现在的我绝不希望给钱出作品的,出不了,不出也是可以的,自己写出来,自己又是读者。这本书出来后,好像我还风光了一下,给有关领导和朋友都赠送过,简直大可不必的,在那时却做了。 在这几年来,我只做过一件称得上有意义的事,那便是我的 小星星 文学社。那时我在教中段语文,要求学生写作文的,一次偶然机会,文心出版社,全国作文研究中心,《小学生作文选刊》杂志社要在全国搞一个首届小学文学社作文大赛,我得到了一点启发,立即成立了文学社,主要是为鼓励学生努力学习,学会写作文,开拓发展。没想到,那次还有学生获奖。后来就更有劲头了,学生高兴,我也高兴,学生有信心,我也有信心,写作成了学生的一次业余活动,但学生毕竟是农村娃娃,思路不宽,视野有限,作文水平受到极大限制,我尽力指导他们写身边的,就写写农村,写学校生活,写景状物,写人,写事,什么都写,也还辅导出了一些作文出来,间或在一些报刊杂志上发表过,文学社以其独特性,而且有了成绩,很愉就得到了有关上级部门的关心,县文化馆,县教研室还专门来人调查,指导并鼓励,我真感激县文化馆的桂玉德老师,他主编安县报的副刊,专门给我的小星星文学社辟了一个专栏,这不仅给学生以极大的鼓励,也使我受至极大的鼓舞。教研室马道骧老师给予我的就更多了,可以说,他是直接指导我搞教学工作和文学社工作,我一心扑在工作上,特别卖力,组稿,编印社刊,花费的精力不少,文学社建社两年,我又专门组织了一个纪念会,绵阳德阳两市,县领导,还有兄弟学校的文学社,特到会祝贺。那次会也是一个成功的会。后来, 小星星 被列为了县三大文学社之一。只可惜,文学社辉煌过一两年后,就像昙花一现一般,悄无声息了,这是我性格懦弱导致而成,也是环境因素的影响,文学社没有阵地,没有人缘,本应向前大大发展一步,竟也没有条件,学校不给安排,我很气愤,论教学,论工作,学校都置之不理,但我相信我自己的工作是做出了成绩。既然如此,我越来越淡然地对待我的工作了,就让我的 小星星 文学社永久地消失。中国的社会,对许多有发展潜能的人,不可能得到重视,不可能被发掘,不可能给以拓展才能的阵地。这样的人,其实是可能为社会作出大贡献的,但结果被埋没,他们得到的只是遗恨,他们的精神风貌就不会很佳,做起事来,就不可能惊天地泣鬼神般的有成就,这就像古代一些文人所谓的 怀才不遇 吧。 我是一个不会安分守己的人,总想干点让某些人吃惊的所谓大事来,虽然这样的事不是被很多人理解,但我总想冒个险,试一试,干点实事。文学社办不成了,于是就想办个民间文学报,于是慢慢考察我办报的可能性,最后就轰轰烈烈地筹办了起来。在一些民间文学报刊上发出了创刊征稿启事。启事发出后,倒还深得了一些文学爱好者的信任,支持,源源不断地收到了全国各地的来稿。事情真不是一帆风顺的,办报之事遇到重重阻拦,首先是办证问题,再就是经费问题,为这事,我还专门向一些县内专家请教,桂玉德先生还支持这件事,不过,他尚流露出惭愧的神色,他作为县文化馆文学辅导干部,对繁荣全县文学事业,他也作过一些打算,比方成立个 安县业余文学作者协会 ,再搞过会刊,让业余文学作者有个发表园地。但至今未搞起来。现在办什么事都是这么艰难,真正有益于社会的文化事业,就不好办,没有经费来源,一直到后来,也就放弃了办报,惭愧万分。又在1993年,组织召开了一个安县青年文学作者创作笔会,请来了市上的文学编辑,作协领导,与会人员二十十人,那次是我真见识了一些文化名人,他们均在文学上的成就是瞩目的。政协文史办的胡国庵先生给予极大的支持和鼓励,并给我献计献策,有关文史资料,报刊的印刷、办证等,都毫无保留地向我传授。他老先生就特别关心支持全县青年作者的创作,以及文化活动。但官方学报终究没有办成。我为这事苦恼过,一心一意地想搞点事业出来,自己的工作条件不允许,办证又较难,最难的是经费问题没法解决,靠朋友赞助不是长远打算。一直到后来,也就放弃了办报。 这四年里,我的创作上真正要说是并没有多少收获的,不好在人前说起的。一个人不是勤奋努力的,那么他出点正经事来的,好比我这四年时间里,我所做的一些事,就不满意,我真希望的,却没有做出来,在情场上的努力和遭受的挫折,使我一度地悲悲伤伤过日子,以至于工作上也没有做好,创作上荒废了四年时光。现在呢,我是经过长时间的阵痛的思考,苦苦地寻出了一条路子,我想,我必须改变我的方法,改变我的主攻方向,走诗的路子,我是没有出路的,相反的,满脑子里整天活跃着许多新鲜的东西。我想,我要走的诗歌创作道路,几年来,或许成为我整个文学道路的第一级阶梯,现在要向前迈出一步了,是荆棘,也要披荆斩棘地闯出去。这条路,或许于我是更坚实的,走向成功的最佳选择。当然,这要尝试,或许也有失败的可能,但终究是要走的! 1995.12.24完稿于乐兴。 赞 (散文编辑:江南风) 春之消雪 春之消雪,多了 遥念,欲说还休。遥念,就在那片雪原之上。雪还真是很美,到底是春天… 等待 等待,是一种坚守,执着于某种信念而不离不弃。可能因为某一种承诺,也有可能因为某一… 要善于倾听不同的声音和意见 我于10月6日 发表 了一篇 游记 散文 :《 满眼 秋色 美如画》,不少 文学 网站 得到了… 读《廊桥遗梦》 “当白蛾子张开翅膀的时候,可以来找我,随时都可以”。我想,如果我是一个男人,当收… 从今天开始,我要快乐 很早以前囫囵吞枣读过《呼兰河传》,记得当时心情着实沉重了好久,具体是哪些人物引起… 得病的时日 这两天接二连三的打喷嚏,我说是有人在念我,别人都说我有病,最后医生也说我有…

Snow kiss

Near dusk, a little snow was blowing and spilling. The quiet house raised the smoke from the kitchen, and the folds on the ridge of the old house were filled with thin snow. The setting sun is looming, and my heart is full of snow dancing and smiling. That’s what you gave me, okay? There is snow flying in the wilderness, and trees and grass as well as the sleepless leaves also seem a little cute. The snow was rustling, the grass was a little excited and shook, more and more tightly holding the leaves in her arms let the snow stroke her face. There is a rabbit at the foot of the tree, stretching out his head at the entrance of the cave. The tree is majestic and silent, tingling the mystery of fairy tales and the beauty of Penglai Pavilion. Miss you all the time you are in the sky, love you all the time you are in front of me…… Sketch a little snow carved the rhyme of poetry, the wind lips in October are shaking! The flat slab oil road is wide, with the wind drawing, and the road surface is dancing and rolling up with the wind, as if the phoenix tail is like a flower. My feet knocked on the road, and I couldn’t hear the squeaking sound. I was afraid that the snow couldn’t bear to disturb a piece of poetry and hurt my heart! There was warm cold kissing my cheek in the air, snow falling on my forehead, snow touching my lonely shoulder, and snow hanging over my long curly hair. My ears are a little burnt, maybe I miss you so much that I whispered in my ear!? The poplars on both sides of the road become more and more straight and handsome. There was shallow snow hanging on the shoulder, frozen buds hanging quietly in the snow, tangled spring light placed helplessly on the branches of October, which made the eternal yearning of spring come true. The cold in winter and the shore of time have no choice but to stay in this life where the loss outweighs the gain. A piece of residual leaves around the root is a cruel sentimental attachment. A fragrance of soil is the deep love from the sky. The wilderness was so quiet that we could only hear the sound of rustling snow. There were no birds flying and no children playing. I am like a lonely soul falling in the tacit understanding of snow day. Westerly moderate snow triumphantly Sasa, such as fog such as yarn such as magic dream ru su ru qi. Snow is kissing my forehead, pecking my eyes, licking my lips, patting my shoulders, dragging my skirt, kicking my shoes, I enjoyed the pet of snow to my heart’s content. That is the farthest bosom you have given me recently in this life, the warm hug you have given me, and the safety you have sent to me from afar on the other bank, A warmth melted into my arms in the dream bed of October, making me warm. I always like to walk in the snow like this. It was the literary and weak Cher who led me to a feast of soul. It was the ethereal Cher who called me to be a bridesmaid in the snow. Embrace a clear and mellow, a beautiful, a spoony, a fantasy, a shallow place? I always like the quiet, beautiful and slightly sad atmosphere, seize the cold wind of the season, and ask whether the floating Snow Fairy invited me to do a silent prayer in Notre Dame de Paris? Can there be snow and warmer dance this winter? Hold down the shadow of the sunset, raise your eyes to extend the time, and make the beauty of the season sketch into an eternal painting at this dusk, hanging in the corridor of the years. There is no piano wind as the string, no snow dance rhyme, and the burning of the soul is painful in the west wind. The busyness and busyness of the world are like the gurgling snow at this time, rolling up with the wind and leaving. A quiet and poetic warmth, a bit of time on the asphalt pavement quiet into dusk. Boil a cup of snow to drink, taste the astringent nectar and jade liquid, and pull it cool. Twist the cotton of years into a rope, which is thick or thin, long or short, and place it in a glass bottle filled with diesel oil to soak it into a wink and light it. The shining light lit up my eyes, and the past was like fantasy lingering in my heart. Is the smell of light smoke sweet or painful? Obsessed with the smoke of time, eager for a sunny sky. There was sunshine, the sky was as blue as washing, and the birds were singing to protect the flowers. There were cattle and sheep wandering leisurely on the grassland. The sound of cattle moo startled the bird’s afternoon dream in the tree. On the grassland, there was a handsome young man running like a horse with a whip. The beautiful girl was singing crazily. Dad raised the melodious sound of the flute to be gentle and gentle. Mom boiled milk tea, in the yurt, the singing of my mother was loud one after another! Such a natural and such a situation makes me imagine that I can read poems by Yang Meng! Cleaning in the creases of years, the yellowish gel, a few lines of scattered words, pinch a warm soil, the seeds of the soul sprout without roots. As time flies, the beauty is called lightly, and the warm and lengthy memory is exiled with the wind in the unbearable weather. My slender figure forms the process of time, and my smart eyes flash a passion of not fading to Chi Cheng! The eyelashes have also bounced down a few lines of bitter and sour tears, beautiful lines of poetry! Fold the moon halo and lean on the years. I still like the light snow so much. Standing in the snow, holding a handful of snow elves, to warm a pure, let the snow cold kiss me…… 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…

Sad”

(At 10:56 on February 4, 2015, a ATR-72 civil aviation passenger plane of Taiwan TransAsia Airlines crashed while flying from Taipei to Kinmen, falling to Keelung River at the junction of Taipei and Xinbei. There are 58 people on board, which has caused many casualties.) The shadow of AirAsia is still not gone, and now it is revived by air crash. This is the island tour to enjoy the return, how can I feel from this disaster? The moment the machine was destroyed, Yin and Yang were separated by two days. On both sides of the Taiwan Strait, how many compatriots did not return the sad dead! The vicissitudes of the world, why is the world in air crash? Malaysia Airlines was shocked at the second difficulty, and AirAsia was still in panic. Peace, indifference, less hardship, ups and downs, what’s the complaint? Pray for a thousand miles, and the dead will rest in peace! On Thursday, February 5, 2015, Liu Jiaxia praised (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…

Warm

My favorite place in the small town is Junan Xinhua Bookstore. Sometimes it takes a long time to stay. No matter whether you buy books or not, if you pass by here, you will go in and go around consciously or unconsciously. I like the light fragrance of books and the thick atmosphere of knowledge. Just turn over a book casually and write articles in a good way, which is beneficial to increase knowledge. There are a lot of readers in the bookstore on Sundays and fake festivals, and the bookshelves are crowded with people who read books. People who usually have no time to enter the bookstore and like reading very much sometimes spend all day here. When reading for a long time, it is hard to avoid fatigue. Some people don’t obey the requirement that they are not allowed to sit and read books, regardless of whether they sit on the platform in front of the bookshelf. There are also some people who feel tired even though they are not sitting on the platform, but they stick to the bookshelf tightly. They read with relish, but it influenced other readers to find their favorite books. Although the staff of the bookstore have repeatedly kindly reminded, the effect is not ideal. Although I like reading, it is not a special reason. I try to avoid weekends when I go to the bookstore. One day not long ago, when I walked into the bookstore, I found there were many small benches in the middle of the row of bookshelves. At the beginning, I thought it was the staff of the bookstore who sat while sorting out books, so it didn’t attract much attention. Later, when I came to Shu Cheng again, I found that the small stool hadn’t been removed. Some readers sat on the small stool reading comfortably in places that didn’t affect others’ searching for books. Only then did I understand: this is a stool specially prepared for readers by the bookstore. The faint warmth came to my face and my heart was warm. I am excited for the operator of the bookstore. Although the bookstore allows readers to read books here for free, it is a place selling books after all, not a public welfare library, and the operators still need to consider the economic benefits. Although the stool is small and doesn’t cost much, it reflects the valuable quality of book store operators. The operators of the bookstore change their thinking and think for the customers. Not only pay attention to economic benefits, but also pay attention to improving the spiritual quality of customers. Now the uncivilized phenomenon of people studying in the bookstore has disappeared, and it is much more convenient for people looking for books. Books are the ladder of human progress. The operators of bookstores do not just stick them on the pillars, but on the hearts of them and customers. Looking at this small stool, I thought of a sentence of Mencius: taking Taishan to surpass the North Sea, I was told that I couldn’t, but I couldn’t. Folding branches for the elders, saying that I can’t, is not for or not. The small bench is just the work of folding branches. The operators of the bookstore do not do anything because of their kindness, which is convenient for readers, creates a good reading atmosphere and improves their management level, the small bench is the brand of the bookstore. The small bench contains great love. The small stool makes this scholarly place more warm, lovely and valuable. 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…

Time

I always thought that I was still a child, and I could act coquettish in my parents’ arms willfully; I could treat parents’ good intentions and too many expectations for myself with my rebellious heart; take their efforts for granted. We are always unable to understand their good intentions and deepest expectations for us, and think that we can continue to be willful like this! However, time is no longer allowed! We are all growing up gradually with the passing of time unconsciously. We have grown up from the infant in the arms of our parents to us now. Along the way, we may not feel too much hardship and suffering, because we have never considered it from the perspective of parents. Parents are also getting old slowly in time. Time takes away their faces and youth, and brings us up in countless sufferings. We have never said a word of bitterness. On the contrary, in their view, what is more is the joy of happiness. Maybe it is because I have been wandering outside for these years that I don’t often go home since I went to college. It is rare to go back several times a year. This time when they came back, they suddenly found that they all began to grow old: white hair gradually replaced blue silk, deep wrinkles covered their foreheads and cheeks, and their words began to be wordy! In my impression, my father’s tall body is no longer tall, but now it is a little curved. I remember that when I was a child, I liked to compare height with my father most. We all leaned against the wooden door frame, carve marks on the place near my head, every time, every year and year, finally that notch exceeded! There was a lot of joy at that time, but now it has gone away. The originally rough hands are even more rough now. When they were in school, they got up early every day to make breakfast for us for fear that we would be hungry. No matter in winter or in lunar December, it was always like this until the moment when our brother and sister went to high school, university and were far away from home. At that time, maybe it was because I often saw them, so I didn’t find any big changes. But now, I often wander outside and rarely see them several times a year, the most time to miss them is to call them and greet them! But many times, A lot of words were just hung up hastily in a few words at the moment of dialing the phone, as if they were stuck in the throat and could not be spoken out. Father is a peaceful and hardworking man. Although we don’t have too many words to talk about, we always try our best to give everything we need. When I was young, my family was poor and I couldn’t afford to pay for books when I went to school. I didn’t go to school until I was 7 years old. I remember that I was very timid when I was young. When I just went to school, my father sent me to school and said good words to the teacher. As soon as I left, I slipped away secretly. He just got home, I got home soon afterwards. He couldn’t help sending me back to school again, so he didn’t know how many times I went back and forth. I remember that I was also afraid of teachers most at that time. In fact, I am still afraid of teachers until now. On the contrary, my mother was a relatively lively person and also the person I was most afraid of. Although I hadn’t beaten or scolded me in my childhood, I felt her harshness. At that time, because mother warned us to study hard every day, we could only watch TV secretly at home. When hearing footsteps approaching, we always turned off the TV as soon as possible, then lie on the table of books and homework prepared in advance, pretending to do exercises and read books to escape punishment. I remember that early on, before I went to school, Grandpa opened a flour mill. Ordinarily, it should be rich, not to mention rich, but it is no problem to have enough food! My father was inside to help my grandfather produce flour. Later, due to the flour of a truck of orders sent out, the payment could not be received, and the customer ran away again! Without the turnover funds and a lot of debts owed to others, a factory collapsed like this, and there was no chance to turn over! People who come to the door to ask for debts every day are always willing, and spend every day in the noise. What others say can only compensate for the smiling face, hoping to give more time. I remember that several big pigs raised at that time were all counted as money! I can’t help but return it slowly! At that time, it was not popular to work outside, and there was not much money planted on the ground! Finally, we had to work in the lime-burning kiln on the nearby mountain to make money, pay back and support our family. Lime Kiln, of course, produces lime! There is a saying: if you want other people’s money, others will want your life! The boss of lime kiln could only pick up the scalding lime with his hands in order to produce. Every time he went home, he would see the wound on his father’s hands and the face covered by lime dust, still remember! In order to reduce the harm and pain, my mother sewed two gloves with canvas and the inner bag of the bicycle. Even so, it would be damaged within a few days, later I remembered that when I stopped doing this job, the patch on that glove was as thick as half a finger! At that time, I borrowed money everywhere when I went to school, and it was really hard to pay for things. When I was in high school outside, in order to reduce the expenditure, I always made dry food steamed buns for us from my mother! At that time, I spent a lot of time in school, only 50 yuan a week! Can save a province! I just want to reduce the burden of my family as much as possible! Although the years at that time were very difficult, parents never complained to us and asked us to give up studying. Now those days have passed unconsciously, parents are getting old, and they are no longer young! But still let parents break their hearts for themselves, it is really unfilial! I always try to be a good child, but I shouldn’t face my parents more often! Everything you want to strive for and struggle for by your own efforts is still so ethereal! Sometimes I hate myself, my Coward character, my uselessness and helplessness! Those who want to work hard have been standing still here and can’t see any progress. What is more is regression! I have been working hard to do everything well, thinking that I can see light and hope, and the final dawn has not yet reached! Most of the time I don’t want to stick to it, but I always tell myself that I will see the light after sticking to it for a while! In this way, I don’t know how many times this belief has been repeated in my heart, but I still can’t see where the way out is? Maybe we should really change our thinking! The flowers are similar every year. People are different every year. The years are easy to die and the youth is easy to grow old. The lofty ideals that we had in those years may have been lost. Whether it is success or failure is not important! Since then, I put filial piety first, and no longer let my parents worry about my tiredness! You have given me a lot, how can you bear to work hard for me? Like (prose editor: indifferent) 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…

Life

If you have nothing to worry about, it will be a good time in the world. Every time I read this poem, I don’t feel moved in my heart. When I was a teenager, I liked the bold and unrestrained sentences that I wanted to cut Loulan with the sword down my waist, and I felt a great ambition in my heart. Of course, with the growth of age, the pride of that year had already vanished, and the rich experience made me understand that there are nine or eight unsatisfactory things in life, but I am no different from the speakers. The truth of life is nothing but firewood, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and tea. That’s all. After knowing the daily necessities, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, people will reach middle age, and naturally there will be too many obstacles: parents, wives and children, work, housing, complicated interpersonal relationships, etc, I filled my heart with all my head. The young feelings of the past have long been a Phantom and a dream. Therefore, sometimes there is a yearning for ancient temples in deep mountains and ancient Buddhas with Green Lanterns. Of course, this is just a matter of thinking. The words of middle-aged man, being a son, being a husband and being a father all hide the word responsibility, which is far more than the time when one person was not hungry. However, when parents, couples and children’s debts are limited, they will fly on that day, no matter who will escape from the bitter short life and the changeable years! So what kind of life is appropriate? People are always looking forward to the rain, and the rain is looking forward to the sunny weather. They are either trifles or losses. Several friends came back from a trip two days ago. When talking about their experiences, some people said that their names didn’t match the truth, while some said that they were well-deserved. In fact, I have been to that place before, and the landscape and cultural landscape are really good. I think everyone’s starting point and angle are different. Your attitude towards life determines your life. The two are working at sunrise and resting at sunrise. Some people think it is hard work, some people feel poetic, and some people say that how can the Emperor be to me! Sigh. You can make comments when you are idle. You can smell a faint scent. When you sleep, you will have tea, hunger and rice. You can watch the flowing water and sit and watch the clouds. This kind of life is also suitable, but it is not realistic at all. I always feel that it is still a little far from reality. The cottage is in the world, but there is no car and horse to shout, ask you how can you, and your heart is far away. What a Tao Yuanming’s heart is far away. The Buddha says that everything is created by idealism, and the common heart is the Tao. As long as we keep a clean heart away from the dust, there is no need for the ancient temple in the deep mountains, naturally there is the realm of temples. Otherwise, even if accompanied by green lights, my heart is still in love with the world of mortals. In this way, where is life not romantic, where is life not suitable! 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…

To parent

Dad, you are safe in the country! Dad, you have been away from us for a month, and you have never survived this year. Fortunately, during your serious illness, I stayed with you for half a month and stayed with you when you were dying. It seemed that I had no regrets. Since I left home to study at the age of 16, I have written few letters to you in the past 40 years, that is, when I went to school, I wrote to you, I haven’t written a letter to you for many years. I think this is a late home Book. My mother died of illness when I was eight years old. At that time, my sister was thirteen years old, and my sister was three years old, so she could not sit. You drove a carriage at the grain depot in the village and ran all over the country. My sister dropped out of school to take care of us, just like my mother, pulling us up. You didn’t marry your aunt (stepmother) until I went to Qili high school, and your sister didn’t get married and left home. At that time, home was like a home. Later, I took part in the work. I was not far away from my hometown, but I was always busy with my work. I only went back to see you on festivals and festivals. I felt relieved because I had an aunt to take care of you. I worked in the flag for 13 years and came to Hohhot. It has been two decades now. When I came to this unfamiliar place, I still felt fear and loneliness at the beginning. After a long time, I got used to it. This city is diversified, inclusive and suitable for living, I have a lot of colleagues and fellow villagers who want to be good friends and friends. They are also very kind to me. When they get married and their sons celebrate their birthday, they often ask me to help take care of them. This place is about daidong bar. I became an executive of an insurance company from a civil servant in my work, which shows that I have made great progress. Writing poems and proses with hobbies is casual, that is, I write my heart. Let me express my feelings, let my thoughts and feelings flow out naturally, and become a writer, he is a member of China Financial Writers Association, China Prose Writers Association, Inner Mongolia Writers Association, etc. He has published books and named names. You always appear in my words, I am a drop of your blood, beating surging. My parents are at home. In these years, I usually make phone calls. Every year I go back to see you. You never demand me too much. As long as we go home, you will be happy and happy. After your aunt passed away, you went to the elder sister’s place. The elder sister and the children took care of you meticulously. You were in good health and in good mood, but you were not blessed and had cerebral thrombosis twice, after living 80 years old, my elder sister said, “you are a longevity in your family. But it is better to live. In these plain days, only by observing and cherishing everything around you with contentment can we find that life itself is so rich and rich. The greatest and most selfless love from parents. Father’s love is like a mountain, mother’s love is like a sea, mother died early, did not feel, but, your love, I am body back, like a trickle of water, quietly flowing, as long as years, warm my life, never fade, never ask for return. Even if you worry about affecting my work when you are seriously ill, you are not demanding to stay around, just crying quietly. Your life is plain all your life. You live a rough life and also have a taste, which sets a good example for your children. My sister’s children are very promising, and my sister’s life is also very good. Our family is not enough, more than enough. My daughter also took part in the work after graduating from college. She has a car and a house, which is full of I am and happiness. When you were alive, you had already felt and realized, and you were relieved. Although you have left, your kind, tough and strong soul is still there. It is the greatest blessing in our life to help our children drive away the cold, eliminate fear and purify the deep situation of our soul. Thanks to gratitude, I can understand and taste the gift of fate and the passion of life. Recently, I always dream about you. Just as a poet said: I always look for my father’s old house on my way home. Lin Yutang once said a word, holding a teapot, he tormented life to the most essential essence. But father, your life is like this. Though bitter, there is lingering fragrance. There is always some time. Only after the past can we find that it has been deeply engraved in our memory. I know that I am covered with shortcomings and flaws, but there are still people who love me and tolerate me. It is you that let me learn to cherish and appreciate. If I think of you tonight, write to you, and talk to you, my heart is warm. I will never go back to my hometown during the Spring Festival. I will go back to your grave on Tomb Sweeping Day. Dad, rest in peace! This is to pray for an Son Sun Shuheng, the Spring Festival of 2015 is like it on February 18, 2015 (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) to continue to stay with this city in another way 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…

A

I graduated in a flash, and now I am outside the campus, recalling the past scene, I remember it clearly and miss it very much. Miss the teacher who taught me knowledge. Now Teacher’s Day is coming, I want to say happy holidays and happy life to my teacher! This is a classmate message I received on Teacher’s Day. On Teachers’ Day, as teachers, we will always receive all kinds of warm blessings, affectionate nostalgia and sincere greetings from students who are at school, graduated in the past or have left school after completing their studies, I am deeply moved and even proud of my distant attachment and heartfelt gratitude. Although there are only a few words and few words, they are concise and comprehensive, sincere and thought-provoking. These messages come from students who fail to realize the dream of college farming at home, students from famous universities who were once proud of themselves, students who have already taken up jobs and started a family, or the students who have made a breakthrough in the society, or the students who have been promoted to one or half positions in the administrative organs, in short, come from all aspects, all walks of life and all levels of the society. Every time I receive these messages, some people who just graduated are still fresh in my memory. Some people who have graduated for many years or have not contacted for a long time need to search in the deep Lane of memory——. Every time at this time, it is the happiest, most pleasant and most touching time for me. As a teacher, maybe this is a great comfort and wealth. In this particularly realistic, bizarre and materialistic society, what is often most lacking is the true feelings, trust, mutual care and tolerance among people, as a teacher, in the current social situation, although the social status is not high, the work is complicated and hard, which is despised by most people, behind this hard work, it often gains something that other industries may not be able to do. This is a piece of gratitude, gratitude, attachment and trust. The above text message was sent by a student I just graduated last year. In my impression, she was an ordinary student, unknown, silent, introverted and tranquil, inarticulate, with a short ponytail, always wearing a blue sportswear, sitting in the last row of the classroom, it seemed that he seldom spoke in class, and even couldn’t finish his homework on time. What kind of person she should belong to who is quickly lost and dusty in everyone’s memory? To be honest, most teachers still like students who are top-notch in learning and excellent in both quality and study, because he (she) they usually play the most important role in their vanity or awards, professional titles, or the capital that they will delight in talking about in the future. But at this moment, I feel my hypocrisy, secular and too realistic, which is a blasphemy of simplicity, goodwill, sincerity, trust and respect. It was like a heavy punch, hitting my heart, like a Jack squeezing out the small part of my heart. It touched my soul and tortured my conscience. What happened to our educational philosophy? What is the real way of teaching and educating people? People often pull their heartstrings and think of a lot of things in this kind of casual trivial matter or experience. At this time, they can always shake the deep feelings in their hearts, what qualifications do we have to artificially draw the so-called grades and advantages and disadvantages for them? And thus generate personal likes and dislikes. At this point, I want to thank you, thank you, this classmate, for giving me a good lesson, urging me to renew myself, urge me to introspect, urge me to make progress, you can be my teacher at this point. I wish you a healthy and happy life in the future, and a good person a safe life! 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…

Summer

Summer rain, sometimes, has northeast man bold, and as soon as violent underground; Sometimes, also has a girls missish, in mid-air Brewing, began to 1.1 drops slowly underground. Whenever summer rain comes, it will be accompanied by lightning and thunder. The rain was like grand performances one after another, with climaxes everywhere, echoing between the heaven and the Earth. I didn’t like the rain before. However, some of my closest friends had a special liking for the rain, or they were influenced by it, or they loved Wu Luwu House, and they had a lot of feelings for the rain without any reason, especially the summer rain, especially. The sky of this year is more lovely than that of previous years: If you look forward to it, it will be sunny, if you look forward to it, it will be cloudy, and if you look forward to it, it will rain? It starts to download. Just like in these two summer days, the sun is burning on the Earth, and the surrounding air is rolling with heat waves. Living in her mother’s house without air conditioner, turning on the old fan, no matter how hard it shook, it was still useless, and the hot air like a steamer was still there. Even the cicadas were extremely annoying. They shouted loudly on the tall tree pole, and felt at ease: why is it so difficult to have a nap? He was tossing and turning, looking out of the window, and the dark clouds in the northern sky came. Mother shouted loudly outside: ER Yazi came to help harvest corn. Then the lightning flashed, and Thunder came one after another. I got up and rushed out of the house like flying. My mother didn’t have much corn, which was just enough for a basket. I packed it and carried it to the room. A few drops of bean raindrops hit the rubble and snapped! The ground is ringing and the breeze is blowing. The fierce raindrops were chased by the wind, jumping in front of the steps and jumping out. There were still a few drops of rain hitting my face, which were tiny and warm, as refreshing as the lover’s kiss. The depressed mood in my heart suddenly cleared up and fell back to bed, gradually falling asleep. When I woke up, the rain had already stopped. Walking outside the house, a few rays of cool breeze blew towards the face. The world was clear and transparent, and the full green color was more lovely. Pepper trees, plum trees, silk, pumpkin vines are condensed with water drops, falling down rustling, don’t have a double meaning in my heart. The traffic coming and going on the road is still the same, but the dust closely following is not seen. Water stains can be seen in the low border of the terrace, shining on the clear blue sky. Yi! It seems that there is light and shadow floating. Look carefully, it is a rainbow impressively. Looking up to the sky in surprise, it was a rainbow as expected. The half-arch arc was hidden behind a dark cloud, which reflected the Green Mountain and made it interesting. Only when it rains in summer can there be rainbows! Sometimes the rain in summer comes and goes fast, just like just now. According to the old people, it is mostly because that bar (we old people here call rainbow as bar) is blocked, so it has that effect. The rain in summer is very good at playing tricks on people. Why? I have an old saying here: the rain in summer means that you can clearly see two fields next to each other. The upper field rains while the lower field does not fall down, this kind of scene is very common in summer, and sometimes you may think it is a bit like shooting in that movie, where is artificial rainfall! There was something wrong with me when I rode a motorcycle to the town that time. It was only a few kilometers away and there was no rain when I went out. At the beginning, the road here was dry. Halfway, the rain first dropped a few drops and then rode forward. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, like pouring water. I was so panic that I quickly set up my car and touched out the raincoat, put it on and continue on the road. I saw the rain tangled with the strong wind, rolling in front of my eyes. Plants on both sides of the road were falling one after another in the rain, dancing frequently in the wind with the rain. The raindrops of Douda rushed towards me and hit me on the face, just like I was punished by my mother for being naughty when I was a child. The thin cane in her hand was raised high, and finally fell on my body without any pain. I was wearing glasses, and soon, the front of the glasses was blurry to the town, but the rain gradually became smaller, and finally it was a sunny day. There is another time to bask in the rice, which is being turned over. Suddenly see the Northwest dark clouds rolling in, then hurry to harvest millet! Rush to harvest, when you gathered the millet, those dark clouds unexpectedly drifted over my head diagonally. Then, the cool wind came and blew the cloud away. The sun was still shining on the top of the head. The rain must be unable to come. When I saw it was only over 2 pm, I only spread out the millet. My mother-in-law blew the cool wind and asserted that it must have rained in the northwest. I didn’t believe it at that time. A neighbor who came from the northwest town was drenched into a drowned rat, riding a motorcycle and laughing and scolding: Oh! I thought it rained at home too? Scared I not buy things into, rush home and worry floor in that 1000 or 2000 Valley! This is the nature of summer rain, like a lover who loves you deeply-a little cute and a little bad. I was thinking that the weather forecast staff could not understand its temperament! Sometimes when it is obviously sunny in the forecast, it has to give you a rain. Life is just like this summer rain, and you can never predict exactly what will happen next moment? What does it matter? Whether it is sunny or rainy! They are all the lives we are experiencing. 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…