Life

The small building had another east wind last night, and the past was unbearable. Yes, this sentence comes from Li Yu’s “Yu Meiren”, which is also a masterpiece left by him when he became a prisoner. After reading such poems, I have to say that it is the blessing of life, although it is a little sad, helpless, melancholy and unbearable, and a little cruel, but it is undoubtedly the most difficult memory in life. The poem corresponding to Li Yu’s poem is the song of jiangchengzi in Dongpo: ten years of life and death are boundless, and I don’t think about it, I will never forget it. This poem expresses Dongpo’s infinite yearning for his wife. Although it is an unbearable memory, its sincere convey makes many people sigh with joy and tears. Yes, as the years go away, some memories are destined to be deposited in my heart. Just like Li Yu and dongpo, they will recover from the bottom of their hearts from time to time. Although the ways, forms and styles of recovery are quite different, for people like Li Yu and dongpo, perhaps memory has become the reason and the only thought for them to live on. Therefore, I want to say that in a sense, memory has gone beyond the scope of memory. It should be the flower of soul or the lingering and appealing life tit. To be more precise, when the memory is frozen into the moment of memory, memory has become the vine and willow branch that takes root of life. Especially those unforgettable and painful memories, which make many lives bitter but never disappear! I lost my pride. Yang lost his willow. The Willow rose up to the sky., suddenly it was reported that the world once lost a tiger, tears flew into a basin of rain. This is the reply of Chairman Mao Zedong who read Li Shuyi’s poems during the Spring Festival of 1995. This poem is written with feelings, delicate and sincere feelings. It describes Mao Zedong’s deep-rooted love for his wife Yang Kaihui and the unbearable memory of being killed. It can be said that it is the eternal pain in Mao Zedong’s life, this pain makes this memory become the eternal sound. After that, his son an Ying unfortunately died in the Korean battlefield, which made his life fall into an unbearable situation of memory again. He didn’t pick up the pen like Citron and splash ink like before, but from time to time, he browsed his son’s relics again and again, of course, together with those unbearable memories. Some people say that it is good to have memory, while others say that memory is sometimes as beautiful as poppies, and it does not hurt your body when you look at it from a distance, while when you look at it in a short distance, it will make your soul disappear. Especially those unbearable memories in life are more painful. However, in any case, memory, like things in the world, has both positive and negative sides, like a double-edged sword. It hurts itself and achieves itself at the same time. On this point, everyone is the same. It’s just that literati and moguists have more humanistic feelings than ordinary people. Like the poems written by Li Yu, they are all full of soul and soul, just like the Azalea crying with blood. It is because of this that reading is impressive, thinking is exasperating, and subjugation is only hateful that makes them sigh three times, the soul in the deep memory dances to the wind, and the wind stops and the tree is not quiet to be honest, all memories from the soul are basically gray, even black, because of this, it is often remembered by life, and gradually goes away with the years. Mao Zedong, a great man, once said to Edgar Snowe that the death of Kaihui made me hard to redeem. It can be seen that the pain in his heart has reached what kind of situation. On the contrary, it was because of the sacrifice of Kaihui that the memory in Mao Zedong’s heart often stayed in the beautiful memory, which added more weight to the memory. Of course, Dongpo and Yi An are not like this. It is worth mentioning that Yi Anju’s heart is hard to remember or the past experiences are more. Jin people invaded the central plains, her country was broken, she left her hometown, her husband died of illness in a foreign land, and the antiques were full of pains and disasters of being cheated. Until her old age, she still couldn’t go back to her dream hometown. Perhaps because of these painful memories in her heart, her life, life and poems are more readable and more memorable! I remember that more than twenty years ago, I read a book named gulag Islands written by soon, which brought me no less psychological shock than an earthquake of magnitude 8. Soron wrote: during the 34 years from 1929 to 1953, at least 14 million people were imprisoned in Gulag, and more than 7 million Soviet citizens were exiled to the reclamation areas of Soviet Union for reclamation. During the transformation of the former Soviet Union Ministry of Internal Affairs to the Russian National Security Agency, a large number of documents about Gulag were decrypted, some of which made accurate statistics on the number of people imprisoned in gulag in different periods: in 1934, the number of prisoners serving sentences in Gulag was about 510307; 1953 of the prisoners surged to about 1727970. Although political prisoners of Soviet Union were partially allocated to Gulag concentration camp, most of the prisoners imprisoned in Gulag were not political prisoners, and any Soviet citizens might be absent from work for no reason and steal, or they were arrested and exiled to concentration camps for joking against the government. Among them, 2.6 million cases were tried by Russian secret police in the former Soviet Union. Although the scale of the former Soviet Union concentration camp was greatly reduced after Stalin died of illness in 1953, according to official files, the labor reform camp still existed until Gorbachev era. Right! The inhuman life, the inhuman treatment and the inhuman torture are not only the unbearable memories of Soong, but also the common memories of all Soviet Union and human beings. I have to say here, some unbearable memories are caused by natural and man-made disasters, such as Tangshan earthquake in 76 and Wenchuan earthquake in 2008, which are unavoidable, while some unbearable memories are man-made, such as gulag, Nanjing Massacre, cultural Revolution and so on, it should be said to be the disaster of human beings, but also the crazy behavior of trampling on human dignity, freedom and will. Life is eager for happiness, peace, health and beauty, which are all voices of justice and reasonable requirements. It is worth everyone to cherish and shout! Crossing the history and returning to the reality, I seem to have gone through a century. With the rhythm of my heart, the old guitar in my hand sometimes rises and falls, winds, sorrows and softness, I can’t help praying silently. May God care for human life, may those who die for Justice and Justice rest in peace, and may every life living on the Earth have more beautiful memories, stay away from unbearable memories, so that we can see more smiling faces like roses in spring, blooming our own beauty in the sunshine! 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…

This or

Life is a scene, sad, crying; Money is a subway, leaving, entering. Yesterday was a beautiful scenery. I forgot when I saw it. Love is a game. I’m tired of playing it. Marriage is a cup of coffee, bitter and sweet. Confusion is a state, anxious, messy. Life is a process, bitter, happy. The journey of life is bumpy and stumbling. Success is always left to persistence, but there are beautiful moments in the ordinary life. In my life, I have experienced despair, pain, grief, pain, struggle and death. Although life brings me too many hardships, don’t care about it or complain too much. If you vent it properly, you won’t think about those sad past events. If you are alone for a long time, you will be tired, lonely and indulged, which means you are a normal person. If you are alone for a long time, you will feel that everything is meaningless, there are too many unfairness in this world, and you will imagine something unrealistic, which also shows that your thinking is still active, but not nervous. If you make a mistake, don’t regret it, because you are a person after all, a person with thoughts, flesh and breath. Don’t keep your past mistakes in mind. You have to let yourself live, let your heart have a gap, let the tired heart out of your heart, bask in the sun and blow the wind. People have to experience love, friendship, kinship, difficulties, pain, despair, hope, abandonment, sarcasm and distrust in their whole life. Temptation, training, comprehension, then marriage and giving birth, combination of a family, and finally Children, rice oil and salt, sour, sweet, bitter and spicy life. At last, I grew old, my old mother left, and my child grew up, and began to live this kind of life again. Looking at life is sometimes like a gust of wind, and looking at life is sometimes like a joke. Looking at life sometimes is like a rain, looking at life sometimes is like a satire. Sometimes life is like a rainbow, sometimes life is like a drama. All this is just the world. Cities composed of three things, characters, buildings and plants have created such a society full of lies, temptations and betraying. We can only turn a blind eye to see nothing. We can only hear one ear after another, when nothing is heard. I think this may be 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…

Goodbye

The skirt of the clock twirled the last circle of one or four years, leaving a flash in the pan in the vast space-time tunnel. In one or four years, like a newborn baby, he came to us vigorously, and was surprised to hear the sound of crying through the sky. We were delighted and encouraged, and we looked forward to its wonderful and happy every day. After 365 ordinary days and nights, one or four years like an old man in the dead years left us quietly. It waved its sleeves without taking away half of the cloud, which caught people off guard. One or four years, like all years, left unforgettable marks in the vast universe, waiting for the world to recall and cherish. In one or four years, the world has experienced too much suffering and helplessness. The war in Syria has not been extinguished yet, and the world in Ukraine has seen smoke again; Ebola in West Africa is raging crazily, and the volcano in Japan erupted; The powerful Russia has not been spared, and the European and American countries have caused troubles, the matter of oil spread all over the world, and the lives of ordinary people were miserable; The accident of Malaysia Airlines was complicated and confusing, and hundreds of dead souls had not been returned yet. Just after the pleasant Christmas, the plane of AirAsia Airlines suddenly lost contact. In, people all over the world suffered too much. Covering the long thoughts, why is God so difficult? The bell of Christmas Eve is still in our ears. We pray and wish: world peace and people’s well-being! The Earth home has been hurt so much that it can no longer stand any troubles and disasters. In one or four years, the land of China changed its appearance. The national industry has made new progress again. Touching the moon, soaring in the blue sky and diving into the deep sea all make the world look at each other with new eyes; The high-speed rail of the motherland has sailed out of the country and become active on the world stage, it attracted a lot of applause; With the steady development of the national economy, people’s life went up to a higher level. Small potherb and coarse tea rice gradually faded out of people’s sight, and chicken, duck, fish and nutritious meals constantly appeared on people’s dining tables. People live and work, National long-term stability. In one or four years, the wave of anti-corruption swept again. Tigers fell down one after another, and more flies had nowhere to hide. Corruption is like a cancer planted on the body, which threatens health and devours life. Only by scraping bones and healing wounds can the courage and determination of a strong man’s broken arm be renewed. Seeing that corrupt officials were brought to justice one by one, the common people clapped their hands and applauded, which was the blessing of the nation and the prosperity of the country! We are looking forward to the rapid development of our motherland and the prosperity of our nation. In one or four years, I was not idle either. I used words to express the fleeting time. In this year, I made an appointment with the words and began a deep love. I am just a literate person, and I never thought that I could accompany with words hand in hand in this life. I tried to write a small article and sent it to the good mood website. Unexpectedly, it was praised highly by Lin Yutian’s Cheat series. Since then, I can hardly suppress my inner impulse, trying to record the throbbing of life with pen and ink, and describing colorful fleeting years with words. In spring, I nestled in the embrace of Mother Earth and grew up with grass. Facing the gentle spring breeze and the warm sunshine, I sang for spring with the song “The Rhyme of Spring; the summer night is fascinating, the cool breeze is blowing and the stars are dotted. I am lingering in the dense Night. The fireflies in” Summer Night “shine one by one, lighting up my heart sea, lighting up the warm and quiet night; Autumn is the harvest season, with golden yellow all over the mountains and fields, fruits and fragrance under melon fields and plum trees, indulged in the field of autumn. I sang the song of autumn, a song of harvest. The song was rippling among the wheat waves; In winter, the cold wind blew strongly, and the fallen leaves flew wildly, looking for a warm corner to recall the long-gone love of snow flowers. One year’s vision, many emotions: “plain life, different beauty”, “Shepherd flute in the Sunset”, “Locust in dream”, “The Sorrow of flowers, the enlightenment of human beings and so on reflect the call of the soul. To sum up, there have been almost 80 articles in this year. Although it is not a masterpiece, it is also a voice from the bottom of my heart, just like “love of the world, A sentence in” love with words “: Love with the pen and ink, love with the words, the book is in love for a moment, I am safe! In, it was just a trivial node in the chain of time and space, but it was not short for our short life. It left quietly, waving its sleeves without taking away half of the dust. It is like a meteor passing through the quiet night sky, leaving only a dazzling arc. Now, the fireworks all over the sky have blossomed, and the New Year bell is about to ring. At this moment of farewell to the old and welcome the new, let’s lean on the lintel of the years and wave goodbye to the back of 2014 who is ashamed to walk far away. 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…

Susan

What a quiet and gentle word! At first glance, you will feel fresh and refined like Lotus, and taste it carefully; It is a kind of micro-Zen realm with clear heart and light desire! When I read Tao Yuanming’s words of Wen duo, who was a simple person, and was happy to count the morning and evening, a beautiful picture was reflected in my mind; A family with small bridges and flowing water; A man and a woman who barked, a bamboo fence and a thin field, children playing with Hee hee, Tao Gong, who is reading tea under the side tree. I have been worshiping Duke Tao’s seclusion in the countryside, picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, and leisurely seeing the tranquil life like wild clouds and cranes in Nanshan and the open-minded and detached life without any struggle with the world. What kind of extraordinary boldness is that? What kind of tranquil and comfortable mood is it? In today’s society where material desires are rampant and complicated, how many people will see through fame and disdain profits? How many people can resist the temptation of desire? On the contrary, all living beings are tired and busy for their own interests. They sell their souls by hook or by crook for their own interests. For their own interests, relatives and friends turn against each other for hatred. For this reason, how many people paid a painful price in the unlimited expansion of selfish desires, which fulfilled the ancient saying that people died for money and birds died for food. And he embarked on a miserable road of no return. If the world is prosperous, all benefits come; If the world is bustling, all benefits come. The ancients used these two sentences to summarize the essence of human nature-the hard-to-give pursuit of fame and wealth, vividly and vividly witnessed the people around them who did whatever they wanted to do for a little petty gain, in the end, it leads to the depression like a lost dog; The servility and flattery appearance of abandoning one’s personality for a little fame and wealth; The despicable appearance of naked trade of power and money between people for a little benefit. A person’s desolation after ups and downs. After experiencing the thing that brothers and sisters turned against each other regardless of the kinship with blood thicker than water for a little benefit, they found that the essence of simple and honest human nature had been buried in the deepest part of their hearts, even has gone and. Every day around us, we are constantly performing the true version of the desire for profit and forgetfulness of justice. After experiencing vicissitudes and the erosion of rain, dust and wind, I understand that the simplest and simplest is the best life. I am unable to change the world and human nature. I only wish to live in a corner in the bustling and noisy city Rolling in the world of mortals, abandon the secular world, return to simplicity and hold a indifferent heart. Hold a simple and peaceful life, pick up a simple heart, and be an elegant and light woman like a chrysanthemum with a tranquil appearance. Although it is difficult to keep Zhen Chun In fickleness, calm down in endless bustle and raise my temper in uproar, I will still choose to be calm and calm. In the noisy and complicated world, I will keep a piece of plain alone, stick to a simple one! 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…

Yan Long

The recent essays of Yan Long are some short stories I wrote. Some old readers don’t like it. It’s just an attempt. They will update short stories occasionally in the future, and will not write directly like this. Today, I will continue to return to the essay series to talk about some personal life insights of Yan long. In recent years, sand mining in the river channel of Linyi has been rampant. Fighting is very common because of the competition for resources. It can be said that there are gangsters watching the field in many battlefields. I have a classmate’s house, which is on the edge of the river. Because of the large amount of sand mining in the river, his house was cracked. His father petitioned for help everywhere and went to the county government to make trouble. Finally, he was beaten continuously, and later he dared not to sue. Mineral resources are always scarce. It can be said that good people can’t do this kind of business at all, and this kind of business is all profiteering industry. Therefore, in Linyi, as long as the battlefield boss is mentioned, it is the same as the coal boss in Shanxi, which gives people the impression that it is a group of rich but poor upstarts. In recent years, there are often news like coal boss’s black heart causing mine accidents, coal boss’s local tyrants getting married extravagantly, coal boss’s daughter dragging a sack of money to go to the car market and so on in the media. When you mention the coal boss, you will feel it is a derogatory term. It seems that the coal boss is a nouveau riche. They are all rich and heartless, and they are bullying the good. They are all people who have no conscience and no conscience. They know that they. I used to feel the same way about these battlefield owners, and I also thought so. But recently, I have been in contact with qualified bosses in a row, and this feeling has changed a bit. This change is not to say that it is right to fight, but to have a more comprehensive understanding of these bosses. In Fei County, there was a battlefield boss, Liu, who was over 40 years old, with colorful dragons on his chest. He was tall and tall, weighing 200. He was a very rough man. In Da Liu’s car, there are often some vulgar magazines of women with three points. On National Day, I went to his home for something, but I found that I was reading an English original Psychology Monograph. I was shocked at that time! After communication, I realized that Da Liu was a top student in Wuhan University, majoring in psychology. Under his vulgar disguise, there is a psychology master who knows the world and looks like the human heart. Yes, there are thousands of people in Da Liu’s company, from grassroots individuals to transport drivers, to managers and those gangsters. Although Da Liu was full of rude words at ordinary times, how could he manage thousands of people well if he didn’t have some internal strength. The reason why he behaves vulgar is that some people in his environment only eat this set. Some of them are migrant workers who cannot be integrated with them in this way; Some of them are small gangsters. How do you manage weak scholars in a month? Secondly, it is recognized by the society that they have no culture. Why does he have to argue with everyone? I was very touched when I came out from the big Liu family. People are not afraid of not working hard. Not working hard is also the right of life. Why do you have to work hard? Who did you recruit to be a mediocre person? I am afraid that I will not work hard, but also distort and fabricate, and depreciate others’ efforts for no reason. We only saw coal bosses and battlefield bosses spending a lot of money outside, thinking that they had exploited the loopholes of the policy, but we didn’t see them completing a systematic project of digging sand mines, we must go to the lecture hall, go to the well and mine, command thousands of troops and horses, and become local ruffians and hooligans. Old readers who read the essays written by Yan long in the past all know that Yan Long has often written about my running in the past six months. You have to try it and you will know that it is really difficult to insist on exercising every day. Either there is social engagement today, or it will rain on cloudy day tomorrow, and it will be fine the day after tomorrow. Zijiyou is too lazy to go out. I told my wife that you only saw other people’s waist, but you didn’t see beautiful women sweating day and night in the gym. If you don’t have a slim waist, you think that everyone has a good constitution, but you don’t have the perseverance to diet or exercise. It’s not wrong not to work hard, but to be cynical, so my mind becomes distorted day by day. Successful people are either flattery or heartless. Only you are the kindest in the world, which is one-sided. On the street, seeing those local tyrants driving BMW and Benz, they felt that they must be either lucky or bad. Seeing a beautiful woman driving luxury cars and buying luxuries, he thought that he must be either a mistress or a local tyrant godfather. In such a big society, there must be local tyrants and gentlemen, but let’s think about the local tyrants around us carefully. They are more diligent and studious than us, and live frugally. The superficial shopping is refreshing, which is just an appearance. Behind the appearance, we can’t see the hard work and hard work of others. Don’t be so angry all day long. The world really owes no one. Every person whose economic status is above you has more miserable efforts than you. They didn’t rob you anything. What you got was only proportional to your wisdom. It was really not others’ fault. Yan Long is a storyteller. Yan Long’s essay is Yan Long’s personal original essay series, which is updated every day. Welcome to follow and read. If you like this series, welcome to search the public Number of yanlong essay on WeChat and communicate with me. 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…

Fujiang

That evening, when I broke up with my friend at sanqiaotou, the sky was just drizzle, walking towards home alone. Unexpectedly, a few steps later, the rain suddenly increased. Maybe because of the rain, there was no one on the long riverside, and the boundless slanting rain fell into the water freely and hung on the tree. Therefore, a wisp of light smoke rose in the water, and the treetops became blurred. Walking on the riverside is like walking into an ethereal dream. The misty rain in Fujiang River in this summer evening, cool, with a touch of moist, fondled on my body, like a woman’s gentle hand. Therefore, I slowed down and enjoyed the rare tranquility and freshness alone in the hazy and misty rain. I forget that there is a complicated world and a busy world outside my body. In such an evening, in such a misty rain, I walked alone through the rows of charming, shy and affectionate trees on the bank, it is very easy for people to pour out a nameless melancholy and loneliness from the bottom of their hearts. Thoughts and Emotions also become soft and sensitive because of the misty rain of Fujiang River. How passionate and energetic I have been for many times, strolling on the bank of the Fujiang River in the sunset, the unspeakable sadness and emptiness I experienced in the misty rain. Life is like a person walking in the misty rain. Even if you have a pair of solid wings, you will be wet in the misty rain. How many people, things and roads I have ever loved are hidden in the hazy misty rain; How many scenery I have ever passed by, souls I have held hands, the unrelieved time disappeared in the misty rain. No matter how hard you try, you cannot understand the mystery of life itself. The only possible thing is just like the hazy misty rain in front of us. No matter it is prosperous or plain, we have a sense of soberness as well as a muddle, letting it fade and blossom. …….. 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…

Stroll

Some people say that life is a long-distance race. If you run too fast, you will be exhausted. If you run too slow, you may fall behind others. So how to grasp the speed of your journey is more appropriate? Indeed, what is suitable is the best. Running fast has the advantage of running fast. People who run in front always get the first chance; Running smoothly has the advantage of running slowly. People who run slowly will learn from the past and reduce their mistakes. Time is always in a hurry, and it is no longer as long as our figure is extremely lengthened by the hardship of life as we did in childhood. Nowadays, it often disappears without a trace before it can see the appearance of the Four Seasons clearly, let alone adapt to its temperament. It seems that the speed of days passing can no longer be calculated in the unit of days, but recorded in the cycle of four seasons. Once upon a time, in order to catch up with the pace of time, many people carried too much burden of life, wading through mountains and rivers day and night, and striding across the ditch and Ridge bravely until one day, they were so tired that they could not withstand a single blow, I had to stop my heavy steps, suddenly looking back, I found that precious time and scenery had been lost in the wind and dust all the way. Of course, along the way, some people were full of gains and some were empty-handed. However, the tiring and serious injuries had already made many people struggling and even not far away. Those who still have strength will look back at the Peach, red, Willow and green flowers passing away like fallen flowers and flowing water. They will only lament that the scenery there is unique and spectacular, while facing the old appearance, there is always a loss of missing in my heart. I can only pick up the lost fragments in regret on the way from now on, which is self-evident. In life, I like to be a walker, just like the slow board of songs. The so-called strolling is not unrestrained and unreasonable, but also needs to follow a certain rhythm. Only by stepping on the rhythm, in the journey of life, it will not fall behind or even be dragged down by others. On the contrary, this kind of strolling will let you enjoy many wonderful charm during the journey, and only in the relief of this kind of strolling, only through careful observation and listening can the beauty be appreciated. During the journey, it was just the thinking in the strolling that told me that the journey of life was not a burden. Grasping the direction and rhythm well would bring scenery everywhere. While in the boundless good scenery, my calm heart warned me not to forget my own beat and distant goal. What should belong to me was just the passing of scenery, not the complete possession out of reality, excessive lust will only delay your journey. Therefore, this proper grasp made me gain something that only belonged to me. Instead of too much tiredness, I felt relaxed after enjoying the scenery. The observation and thinking in the strolling made me go along and sing. Therefore, I am glad that there is no desert, Cliff or cliff in the place I have passed, although there are more or less thorns or dangerous beaches, and experienced wind blowing, sun exposure and rain, But I think this is just an ordinary journey. Besides, now I have reached the gentle green corridor with ease. Perhaps, the road ahead will be very long, and it is hard to predict whether it will be bumpy or not. However, it is always good to walk there, so I am full of longing and expectation for the future road. Hearing what he said, time would be particularly long while waiting. Therefore, in order to retain time as much as possible and slow down its walking and far steps, no matter in the daytime or in the dark night, no matter in the wind, frost or snow and rain, I will not let my life grow old in a hurry and a simple waiting, but slow down my steps and try my best to extend the moment when I pass by time. Therefore, I will take time as a song, step by step as a song, devote myself to the Four Seasons and nature, and let life explore the brilliance of time in sunshine, rain and dew, morning light or starry sky. The Four Seasons are like the four favorite children bred by time, with different faces and full of personality. Time poured their figures into the nature, thus, the mottled years and colorful colors appeared. I didn’t know when I had a tacit understanding with nature rooted in my heart, which made me throw myself into her tender embrace crazily at the cost of my life. Because of love, cold and hot summer can’t stop my steps, and there is no need to say anything about spring and autumn. I will hold, hug, whisper and touch with the nature leisurely, so that I will not easily miss those wonderful feelings and scenery on the road. In the stroll, I will wait for a tree to bloom in the soft wind and drizzle, and even go to savor the dark fragrance without any flaunt in the midnight. I joyed with nature and let my soul get rid of the dust of the world, wandering leisurely outside the world. In the arms of natural warmth, I can slow down everything without disturbing me. I will unload all masks and disguises without fear and expose my heart. I can whisper slowly or sing softly, throw away all the burdens of soul and emotion, and let the soul and emotion exile and drift away freely. But naturally, I was relaxed and bright, which made me more calm and calm, and made the road in front of me and the surrounding scenery clearer and clearer. In my life, I like the blue sky, the faint clouds and the gentle wind, so I look around in the strolling, and what I see is always the clear sky of Liaoyuan, and of course there are no lack of spring scenery and summer rainbow, there is also the crisp autumn and the peaceful sky in winter; I also like spring, summer and autumn. On the night when the crowd receded, I strolled along the winding riverside in casual clothes, letting the wind Kiss My Face gently, flowing my hair, I will forget myself and freely spit out the mixed breath of aquatic plants and the banker, so I walk slowly and slowly. When I am tired of walking, I choose a landscape stone or bench for a rest. At this time, there is no need to play the piano, there is no need to shake the fan. In the faint sound of the paddle and the fantastic light shadow, the soft and comfortable music came from the distance. It was quiet in the north, but it made people feel as if they were in the night view of the south of the Yangtze River; I prefer to sit in front of the window on a rainy or snowy night, let my thoughts wander and pour freely in silence, and knock down my favorite words leisurely with the keyboard without asking for joy, passionate, solemn and stirring, and more sad and sorrowful, I just want to be relaxed, happy and natural like a clear spring flowing. Therefore, in an instant, the keyboard beating up and down becomes a keyboard, and the flowing beauty is streamed through my fingertips, soothing fills every nerve of me. Every now and then, a sentence always rises in my heart: years are long, strolling like a song, and singing, life is really good! Yes, thanks to life, it is life that teaches me to be so calm and calm, so no matter in the face of happiness or worry, prosperity or adversity, I will be calm and calm, even if sometimes my heart or emotion suffers from the impact of different weights, I will try my best to restrain myself and make myself orderly in rational thinking and strength. It’s good to walk in 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. 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