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I went home at six o’clock, and it happened to be when the rain was heavy. Standing beside the bus stop, waiting for the bus. Before that, I just had a phone call with my friend and joked that today I can finally spend one yuan to go home by bus. When waiting for the bus, occasionally a gust of cold wind blew, which made people unable to help taking a breath. The temperature which had just risen a few days ago suddenly dropped down. The winter clothes which had been put aside for two days were put on again before being washed and put into the cabinet. The bus finally arrived at the station surrounded by a group of cars. The speed of getting on the bus was a little more urgent and awkward than usual. Put away the umbrellas, it took a few seconds to cross the car, but it was still not alert that the falling raindrops smashed a lot. Although there were many people standing in the car, it was not crowded either. Just in some closed environment, the moisture in rainy days makes people feel more obvious. It is filled with air, but the car is more crowded than usual peak hours. The window was covered with fog because of the temperature difference between inside and outside, and was marked with Unstraight marks from top to bottom by drops of water, feeling fragmented and scarred. I suddenly remembered a hot summer night in high school, near a pouring rain, the air was filled with hot flashes. I sat in front of the desk and wrote down my diary: it seems that the air can be wrung out with a hand. This description is a little exaggerated for the weather that has just crossed the dry winter. But with the shaking of the car body, the moisture seemed to shake, making my heart feel wet just like the water drops sliding down on the car window. I don’t like the feeling of being wet, especially in rainy days. It should be the growth of my age that made my habits more restrained. I also saw two boys with umbrellas stepping into the puddle on purpose. I didn’t know if I was the same as them when I was young, the unbridled feeling the most intuitive and striking feeling given to them by rainy days. But now, I shook my head. I still remember that when I was in high school, I also rode home in a sudden heavy rain after self-study, but I was still thoroughly drenched from inside to outside. I think, at least I had a real rainy day experience, even though I was really embarrassed at that time. Even if just a rain, It can also be seen that now I lack the courage and courage to get wet in the rain a few years ago. After all, I was young at that time. The bus stops and goes, and the crowd keeps going up and down. Almost everyone was holding an umbrella with different colors. I remembered a story about umbrellas in primary school, which was also a heavy rain. I walked out of the school gate after school because a large number of umbrellas were propped up, it makes the already crowded school gate even more irrelevant. So I went to my sister’s house not far from school and waited for my father to pick me up. Soon, my brother rode his father’s motorcycle to my sister’s house wearing a raincoat and said that he hadn’t seen my shadow after waiting for me for a long time. My sister smiled and said why didn’t you look at the umbrella I held, so it was easier to find. At that time, because most of the umbrellas at home were gift umbrellas of golden dragon fish, and the umbrella cover was yellow, with three words of big golden dragon fish written on it. I thought there were always few umbrellas like this, but my brother said that even the golden dragon fish was crazy. In fact, it is not interesting, but I still feel a little funny when I think of the scene at that time for so many years. Another story about my brother and rainy day was in junior high school. Ordinarily, I should have learned a lot at that time, but before high school, I seemed a little silly, once I went home after school in a light rain, my brother casually said that mushrooms would grow out of my hair after the rain. At that time, I retorted that it wouldn’t be like that, but I muttered in my heart. When my mother was having dinner for me, she still couldn’t help asking. Now I think about it, at that time I was so pure that I could wrap myself around with one word. But what everyone misses may be the one who was always stupid at that time. But the story of umbrella is not over yet. Before going to college, my sister gave me a sun umbrella, The purple umbrella cover still glitter in the sun, and I don’t know what pattern pattern is also very delicate. An umbrella can be used in both sunny and rainy days. On a rainy day, my roommates saw me holding an umbrella and said that the sun umbrella would not work when it rained. I am a little psychological obtrusive to keep objects, I can struggle for a long time with a little flaw in my heart, just because this matter has been searched on Baidu for many times. Until I went home on holiday and went out with my friends, I looked at my friend’s sun umbrella and asked the same question. My friend said casually, “whatever. After saying that, we all laughed. Maybe the exquisite life will make our life more orderly. Even an umbrella should draw the boundary between sunny day and rainy day. However, whatever it is, it is just like a child playing with water. When he grows up, he may shout on Weibo space that he will wet his new shoes on rainy days. In the future, our life may gradually become exquisite and exquisite. But young, it is a little rough. Finally, he stumbled back home. When he was eating steamed stuffed buns on the sofa with bowl and chopsticks in his hand, he heard a long bang. After listening carefully, it turned out to be the first spring thunder. I was always afraid of the cold, and I began to look forward to spring in late autumn. When the Qingming Festival was approaching, a burst of tidal rain brought spring to me in this way. Farewell to winter snow, it will be unexpected and logical rainy days coming in the coming seasons. Coincidentally, the story of rainy day and I just ended, and the new story was also beginning in a hurry. A Xun Zan (prose editor: Ink drops into 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…

Let

You can control yourself and the surrounding environment better and more thoroughly than ordinary people. You hate superficial and superficial things; You would rather be alone than chat with others, but your relationship with your best friend is very deep, and you pay more attention to spiritual things, this keeps your mind harmonious and comfortable. You don’t mind being alone for a long time, and you rarely feel dull. ——- Inscription has always been my favorite two things, one is music, the other is words, they are the kind of things that need to be tasted and enjoyed slowly when alone. Because sometimes life is full of happiness, sometimes it is full of pain, some are unspeakable, and some are unreadable. So sometimes that feeling was like floating in the air with nowhere to land until one day she found her carrier-music or words. Accustomed to indulging in music and wandering in words, I have no intention to get out of that artistic conception. I often feel that my soul is drifting out of my mind in a corner close to my heart, only the string of flexible notes, or the touching words, always casually plucked the heart, so the body shook awe-inspiring, that kind of depression, that kind of suffocation, it was released instantly. When shocked by music or words, I felt that my soul was purified, and my wrinkled heart was gradually smoothed bit by bit. Music is an interpretation of mood, either release or release! Words are a kind of emotional vent and expression, or retelling, or expectation! In the world of music, you can always feel another yourself! In the world of words, you can always touch your shadow. Maybe he may not be the real you! When I was free to read books, I carefully tasted those words that nourish my heart and moisten my lungs, just like smearing some cool oil in the hot summer, which was so cool and comfortable; it is also like a beautiful flower in autumn, which moistens my eyes. Floating World, who accidentally hit the wind chimes in front of my window? Let my dream dance on the water, just like the arc of the paper airplane which was folded up when I was a child flying in the air of the campus, which made me narrow my eyes in warmth and unwilling to open it. It turned out to be those wonderful words. I always like reading words, where I can always find a kind of tranquility and relief in the world. A literary friend described it like this: paper and ink are vines in the dust, while words are flowers in my heart, what a good metaphor! I really want to let words and music dance with my soul in this life, and then I will pass quietly. 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…

Childhood

Whenever the dead of night, I always like to be alone, quietly standing on the pretrial tree years of Guhuai under, let the gates of memory wanton open, as past like water, and over heart, that happy tears of the day, the pure innocence of childhood, slowly 1.1 drops to emerge in front of my eyes a, home of the ten households, the word is children lined with East lived. Spring comes, families in front of the peach blossom children contests, pink, pink, Rouge color of, in the spring breeze you contend for me to drive, Blossom, walk of tree, that tender leaves, shallow, light, in the wind gently shake zhuai, as if to touch your face. Butterflies, bees, Sparrow, also Ganchang like, all on-the-peach blossom leaves, chasing, spring up, dance, as if the world is them go. There are not many pear flowers, but only a few families plant them. The snow-like white flower is not willing to be lonely, and it is a little pleasant to be dotted in the red color all over the world. Red sun just face, families of door and window screeching babble to opened. Bright sunshine, Sky glorious dawn sky, soil and the fresh spring a pleasant-smelling, Qi Qi influx House, this fine day, also fixed people’s own heart. In front of the house was a border the level vegetable lands, green lettuce, straight standing, shen bi color of spinach, clinging leaves, boxed together, potato leaf attached to a piece, dense, gave the vegetable plot cover up, vegetable over, thin blue fog in slowly elegant, families roof Madadayo up smoke, and this blue mist photograph reflect, village another show a quaint and mysterious. Vegetable front, is a length of about 500 m wide 300 meters large pond. Pond around covered with neem, Willow, Mulberry and gou shu. Pond water clear, water covered with Qi high green Reed, is spring, reed leaves, tender pointy, white flowers in Reed top swaying, like waved to people. Pond with a few small ducks, light about (and no shoes, for a while to left, a suddenly right, moments, Peck a few mouth himself, and by and by they shoot up wings rattled the torsion body, call. The pond is our childhood most fun and most have fun place. Dragon Boat Festival arrived, village of small partners without Takahashi said, spontaneously organized together wagged ship long wooden boats, long precariously row in the reeds everyone Qi Qi hands-on, take out sickle and bamboo basket, my little older hands-on cut up reed leaf, smaller is on board took finished cutting of reed leaf, placed carefully bamboo basket in. A morning, six or seven kids cut several large baskets at Green and fertilizer of reed leaf, and then we row boat, slowly back driving. When they got home, they divided the reed leaves equally among each family. Therefore, the adults quickly wrapped up zongzi with reed leaves. Pond Mulberry twig, this time has covered with purplish red mulberry, small Partners competing climbed up the branches, qiang zhai up, that Mulberry infants have a purple, red, pink, pick a few, put them into the mouth, and chew them gently. They are soft, soft, and sweet with a little sour taste, and the red juice splashes on the face. Every morning, if the pond, will find, a tree leaned close to water willow rod, rest with a couple of head silly large turtle, I how also don’t understand, these turtles why climb these trees? They want to do? See someone comes to, the turtles will together plop plop jump water, the water will splashing a big circle waves, that corrugated flash to far away. When the weather is hot, small partners natural is to naked jump underwater to a-swimming, pond with a few crooked neck Willow, is small partners natural step-down, everyone always take turns, you A I A standing Willow dive off if who jump wave minimum underwater acoustic minimum, even master, it will get everyone’s praise and praise. The pond was full of lotus leaves and Lotuses of gloomy Wengeng. When the sun just came out, the glittering and clear water drops on the broad lotus leaves were shining under the sunshine, A colorful light, fantastic. A few rain, bearing on the stem Lotus drive particularly good-looking, that aroma, almost can make people dizzy. Some of our friends were paddling boats while picking lotteries left and right. Then, everyone shared their food. Winter, adults casual several water pumps, together start, even pumping for days, pond of water dry, all village people will all down to pond, picking up those fat a carp, grass carp, bream, silver carp, and then carried to public grain-and give families. Two, Winter, a heavy snow whole village cover thick real. Branches all dressed in silver Winter, Eaves hang under long ice. The threshing floor, full of snow almost half a body all hold. This time, the Sparrows also panicked, they in the snow scurrying around, looking for food. Then the elder brothers and sisters took out a few rice grains and threw them on the snow. The Sparrows rushed forward and jumped over to grab food. The second elder brother picked up the silk screen that had already been prepared, alignment several ravening Sparrow with a jerk cover, just listen to rushing toward Chi is a, a few got up to escape of sparrows were grille covered, they in the net left Red right, struggling, but still no escape out. We with a string to Sparrow of a leg suppository on, in my hand and, feed it water,-these little ones is not buying it, don’t eat not to drink, also forget ahead with disregard, helpless, we had to take off rope, let it go. Little Sparrow Free, Arrow’s like fly to the sky, fly to Sky’s white world, also kept chirp. This season, pond water all turned thick Ling, children are in adults under the care of, to ice, ice draw ice, play, accidentally, someone fell down, head also throw a big pimple, because on the ice unsafe, adults would force children brought ashore, be themselves, like game. We made snowmen at our doorstep. This time almost noon. Parents proceeded to light cooking fires, prepare fixing dinner. Suddenly, an old woman in her fifties came to the door, with two shivering girls in her hands. I know these two women Yazi, the older one is called Xianyu, 11 years old, the younger one is called Xianqun, only 8 years old. Xianyu and my third elder brother booked a doll marriage, because their father was a rightist and was arrested to jail. There were three mothers, their mother was sick, and their women were young, so, all along, all by my house help. Seeing them coming, their parents brought good wine and dishes to entertain them. Originally, night before last, we’re the guys behind the house bamboo forests catch of a few wild pigeons, parents today preparation soup we drink, they’re here, we only with a bone in. Parents let us brothers several to Medina in to find wild rabbit, said we got hare back, Pigeon soup also good. We happily in the snow to Medina ran, also what a coincidence, a wheat field, I saw a cave, of the snow cover, faint in peristalsis. Third Brother Sharp-eyed deft, a dashed up, hands tightly of the mouth of the cave tie down, and soon, a panic, shivering small gray hole-was we ti hui the home. -Home-and where what pigeon soup? That bitch three bones also chew clean. I and third brother five brother rakes, crying out for life and death drink pigeon soup, mother snapped: you don’t know? Xianyu is three son daughter-in-law, do daughter-in-law don’t? In mother’s strict rebuke under, our brother and neither are no longer silent. The three mothers had been living in our family until the end of the year before they came home. Soon, they broke the engagement with the third elder brother. I scolded angrily: didn’t my family raise these Sao Niang in vain? Mother and a gust rapped: like this! Speak! Just think we helped others. Parents human tolerance left me deep impression. 3. At that time, the production team had to hold a meeting every time when they went to work, and read the Quotations of Chairman Mao every time. Because our family is the family member of martyrs and father is a party member, meetings in the team have been held in our family. One day, production team of two Buffalo break free the reins, ran away. Captain will send someone looking for, we split up, finally in pond corner of the found two is in the water Rest of Buffalo. The team quickly held a mass meeting. Chaired by Ms. uncle command two masses, rich peasants Liu small with up, shouted Liu small, you give me honest and accountable, cattle if you intentionally set? I no. Dou scared of Liu small muttered. How dare you argue? Also dishonest? Uncle beat the table, come on! Then, two young men with rope, walked quickly came running, peng up! Uncle orders, two young men neat and quick, put Liu small tied up, followed by hang brand, in team procession. At that time, we do not understand what is class struggle, doesn’t political, only think those landlords too poor. No matter general assembly small will, always to get they say things, not parade is reprimands, not a day restless day. Later ba luan fan zheng, those landlords also all hat off, regression normal life, but Uncle and Liu small A from forged enmity, never in contact. In fact, they were just victims of that era. Baiyuncanggou, years long, time of river washed away how much history of imprinting, and childhood memories deeply imprinted in my heart. Tonight, I stand quietly again under the old locust tree in front of the court, and let the gate of memory open freely. Praise (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…

Father

My father has changed completely under the torture and destruction of illness for many years. I can’t see any shadow of his health in the past. What makes him more sad and scared is that his temperament has become more and more sensitive and fragile; become more and more irritable, more and more arrogant; Become more and more selfish, more and more ignorant; Become unreasonable, absurd, and even incredible. Sometimes I think that all the changes of my father may come from the hysterical despair in his heart. Feeling all the changes of my father, as my son, I really want to give him some encouragement and comfort. I really want to think about it! However, any persuasive language seemed so pale in front of him. At the same time, I found that any language could make him overreact, and I was so scared! Therefore, in front of my father, I could only be fearful and careful. With my back to my father, I could only cry and feel sad secretly. Gradually, I learned to deal with it with silence. However, this kind of silence made me more guilty and heartbroken these days around my father. Although I found that he had many mistakes, especially the psychology has been severely distorted, but I have no choice but to tolerate and accommodate blindly. I am unwilling and unwilling to blame him. I can only pray devoutly for my poor and pathetic father in my heart over and over again, hoping that one day a miracle will appear. In the past two years, my father’s body has become increasingly stiff. He couldn’t take care of himself, so he had to rely on others for his daily life, and the burden of taking care of his daily life naturally fell on my mother’s thin shoulder. Father’s body could not move for a long time, nor could he keep a posture for a long time. Therefore, there should be someone waiting by his side all the time. My mother was so busy for him all day that she wanted to help him with activities, help him with convenience and so on. Sometimes, my mother scores several times to finish a meal, and she has to take care of her father from time to time! After the meal is finished, I have to feed my father one mouthful of food. In the evening, it will be even harder. My father’s turning over on that channel at night and Xiao Xie often made my mother sleepless all night. For example, it was just not easy to turn him to the left. Before mother lay down and covered the quilt hot, she shouted to turn him over again. However, in these processes, although my mother took pains and tried her best, sometimes she still got scolded by my father. Because, in my father’s opinion, you should be on call! Even one minute can’t be delayed! In this regard, my father once tried to explain it. He said that he could not help calling it, so he hoped that the faster the better! In this regard, I can understand father. However, every time, especially when calling at night, it is normal for my mother to hesitate a little, but she will be scolded as long as she is a little hesitant, it seems that father always only considers himself but never considers mother’s feelings at this point. For this reason, my mother is often scolded for being wronged alone and sad alone. I deeply understand my mother, and often feel sorry for her, but I hate myself for being incompetent. Facing all this, I can only watch my mother suffer with my father. As a man, as a son, the pain that he can do nothing to face the sufferings of his own parents is heart-wrenching and desperate! In fact, in terms of the current situation and family situation, I am cannot and cannot take care of my father for a long time, although this is my duty as a son. Because in this family, I am the only healthy person who has not lost the ability to work. I will try my best to ensure that my family have food every day! Even if three meals a day are coarse tea and light rice, as long as you can fill your stomach. Because no matter how hard the days are, they will always go on. My mother is a very kind housewife. Her kindness can be said to come from her nature. However, the kind of good attitude that mother can’t reach others comes from the Buddhism that she has believed in for many years. In her mother’s heart, everything she encountered came from the cause and effect of her previous life, and what she suffered was the karma brought by her previous life, so she faced so many sufferings, only with so many grievances can she bear it silently, try her best and never complain or regret. I am deeply grateful to my mother. She has paid too much for this family and suffered too much for her son! However, facing all the things my mother did, what could my son do for my mother? Ah, my poor mother! In daily life, although relatives and friends all say that my mother is too bitter and tired, who can really realize the exact extent of that kind of bitter and tired? What is the difference between the hardship of imagination and reality? Last night, after taking care of my father, I truly understood the hardship, tiredness and sins my mother had suffered over the years! Although my father was a little unaccustomed to my care and tried his best to endure less trouble, I still felt a little overwhelmed afterwards, really! I was reluctant to help him turn over frequently in the middle of the night. Sometimes I almost tried my best to move my father’s stiff body. I can’t imagine how my mother did it for such a long time and how she survived it. How long can you sleep after getting up at least twenty times a night? I can’t believe how my mother, a thin woman, insisted on all this? Although I feel the same as my mother’s suffering, what can I do for her? My self-accusation for thousands of times cannot replace the little sin my mother suffered! Ah, my poor mother, my son is not filial! I am sorry for this family, father, and you! Now it seems that there is no possibility for father’s illness to be cured, mother’s sin seems to have no end, and son’s pain will be endless. All this is a kind of helplessness and suffering. There is nothing I can do about it! Perhaps, mother’s sin will end when father’s life comes to an end. But my son’s pain will become a permanent pain! QQ1637111859 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…