God

In Genesis, there was the beginning. God created the universe and Earth, which was chaotic and out of order. The roaring ocean was shrouded in darkness. God commanded: there must be light, the greatest creation of God appeared in Light was Adam and Eve. Since then, human beings were born and endowed them with seven emotions and six desires. Apart from being good and beautiful, they also had evil and ugly for their interests against their will. Therefore, the world of human beings was bustling one after another, turning black and white upside down. The Law of the jungle prevailed. The Emperor was the son of God and was ordered by God, that is, to govern the world. The emperor is also a man, and there are all yin and yang aspects given to people. From governing the country to dealing with harem affairs, mistakes in choices are inevitable. The emperor has a reason: Wei Zhao said God, God. God controls the fortunes of human beings, making you beautiful and beautiful. You are happy to accept it, making you unable to escape even from flash floods, landslides, tsunami and volcanic earthquakes. I am The Emperor is good, and I also have human nature. I can’t move without emotion. I can have privilege, power and killing the Emperor to ease my mistakes easily. Now people have more reasons to excuse. The official said: I serve the people with all my efforts. Why do I feel uneasy about corruption and corruption? Really demanding extremely. The merchant also spoke plausibly: I have contributed to the national economy and expanded the space for employment. Can’t I forgive those who steal tax and violate the law? The prisoner even had a word: Don’t I just kill someone who should be killed? Compared with me, the casualties caused by those garbage projects are the great wizard and the little wizard. They are still public servants without punishment. Why is the justice aimed at individuals one by one? In daily life, the red apricot is out of the wall, the pleasure is seeking, and the neighborhood quarrels, there are more excuses and tolerable reasons to fight openly and secretly. But the best things are ignored deep in my heart. If you don’t want to touch it, don’t touch it. I’m afraid that it will hurt the string of true feelings in your heart. I’m afraid that God’s kindness will germinate and blame it. I’m lucky that I will feel uneasy inexplicably when I see the owner of true feelings, inexplicably, you want to return to the true purity of your childhood. You have not forgotten the kindness at the beginning of human life, but you cannot resist the residual Cup left by others. You must endure it, stick to the true love in your heart, believe that the rainbow after wind and rain is ahead, and believe that God’s eyes are clear and bright. If you don’t become an angel, you will also have angel-like wings and fly to the direction of the Angel. Everything is wrong. Resolve and cling to right. Wrong is right. Don’t be inclined to make mistakes. Take others’ mistakes as reasons why you can’t stick to the wording. The starting point of God’s creation of human beings was good, but later all kinds of greed of human beings sprouted ugly sins. We should not indulge ourselves with the negligence of God’s creation of human beings, but improve ourselves and beautify the society. The natural and man-made disasters brought by God may not be her fault, but a scheme formed naturally by God that she cannot dominate. We human beings should compare ourselves with the mercy of God and warn ourselves with the absence of God, in that way, the world will be peaceful and beautiful. 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…

Idle

It has been almost ten days since the mid-autumn festival. The sun was shining every day before, and these rainy days came one after another. Especially today, the dripping rain is falling down. The trees on the hillside are washed by the rain in the past few days and the grid is fresh and bright. The chickens fed by my mother-in-law all hid under the orange trees. Some combed the wet feathers slowly, and some stared at the wet ground with a pair of absent eyes, the neighbor’s big dog passed by with his head down around the eaves. Everything was detailed and idle on rainy days. When it was already bright in the morning, I was lying on the bed and was reluctant to get up when I heard the rain knocking on the window. Juner was still sleeping beside him. He picked up the phone casually, turned on the music and plugged it into the headset. Listening to the light music, he looked at the rain outside the window like this. I even wanted to write something for this scene, so I wrote a crooked poem casually. “Exile” listen to the rain knock on the window and exile yourself in the rain let the rain wash away because I miss your lonely soul all the past let it melt in the invisible Sanskrit exile yourself in the rhythm let Zen fade away desire to see you faint like to accompany quietly a few birds’ cry exile yourself in the Sky let the boundless depth place imprisoned heart vast blue your affectionate eyes wind blows through the hair exile yourself the mottled mind in the shadow of the tree was placed in the forest, and the flowers of the season shook off the ground, hurting people and passers-by. Never exile yourself in the field, in the streams, in the alleys, every day and night when I miss you is a beautiful time exile everything allows you to sneak into my dreams sometimes, I really want to exile all my idle time. Thinking about the past few days, I made myself decadent for a long time for a relationship. I walked out slowly and knew that I could only look at the people or things I liked quietly and from a distance. I would not force myself too much any more and let myself go. Yu was still persistent in the underground. He stayed in bed for a long time. Jun woke up. His brother came to help him get dressed. The brothers went downstairs. Outside the window, the rain was still the same, and there was a sound on the window. Unexpectedly, two sparrow came there to hide from the rain. These naughty figures often greet me in the morning. However, when the weather is fine, it often flies to the higher and farther blue sky in a flash. It is rare that it rains these days, and these elves spend the morning with me like this. A burst of sleepiness was coming again. At this moment, Juner shouted to his mother loudly below, getting up and having an early meal. Only her diligent husband had finished the early meal, just waiting for me to go downstairs to eat. I had no choice but to get up slowly, change clothes and go downstairs for dinner. People, it seems that when it rains, they will be idle and don’t want to move, as if they have more sleepiness. Downstairs, everything in the world in the rain is idle, with idle clouds overhead, idle rain in the air, and the idle eunuch outside is slowly spitting smoke rings on the steps, in the kitchen, my mother-in-law was slowly setting a fire under the kitchen (we were separated, we lived on both sides of the East and West in the old house). The sons were obedient and sat on the table to eat. After washing and grooming, the rain gradually became smaller. Looking at the flying rain, there was an impulse to get wet in the rain. Juner Yuer had already lost his figure, and I’m afraid he has been watching TV again. I strolled out of the house and walked west on the road. Now the country roads are paved with cement, and I am not afraid of wet shoes. I saw the morning glory lingering in the soil along the road. The purple flowers became more and more lovely under the moisture of the drizzle. Water drops rolling on the petals as thin as cicada wings can be seen. Why does this flower remind me of Lin Daiyu’s coming? Does she look so sentimental? Looking up to the front, the empty mountains were dense in the thin fog, just like a quiet girl wearing a scarf lightly, and the houses in the small village were also looming in the fog. In front of the road, an aunt walked slowly with a green floral umbrella. The color of the late rice in the rice field was gradually changing from green to golden, and a row of telegraph poles stood there quietly, there are few birds on the opposite mountain, and there are few cars on the road. Everything is so quiet and so idle. It suddenly occurred to me that the busy sister came day and night, and the place where she married off was much better than mine: the verdant mountains, the verdant rice fields and the green streams, but she only wanted to make money. Money has become her forever favorite in this world. My brother-in-law passed away unexpectedly because of his weak family affection. Less than a week, he left a pair of children, parents-in-law and went to work to relieve his sadness? I see no. Now for money, love will be weak-find a Yueyang local guy, who is thin and dry just because of money, how many emotional elements are in it? When she went back to her mother’s home in Yueyang, I often persuaded her, but why didn’t I listen? A mother gave birth to nine sons, and her characters were all different. In today’s materialistic world, how many are not like this and have become slaves of money? I was busy not for profit but for name, and some of them were free to watch the clouds gathering and scattering in the sky, and carefully watched the flowers blooming? Time flows gently like water. People who are tired of money, fame and wealth should feel that they have been busy in this world for a long time when their temples are gray. Lovemaking! The raindrops grew bigger and bigger, stirring the calm water of the pond beside the road with water flowers. Unconsciously, I had already walked out of my home for more than ten meters. Mom, mom, come on, I will send you an umbrella. I turned around and saw ten-year-old Yu’er running towards me with a plaid umbrella. The little guy was so careful that he was afraid of his mother getting wet when he saw the heavy rain. Whether? He kept my every move in mind and put it in his heart? No, it rained heavily, so he followed me. I took the umbrella passed by my son, hugged him and walked home. The idle time passed slowly with my sons and me. As night fell, I picked up my mobile phone to open the space, put on the headset, listened to the comfortable music, read the words of netizens, and had the impulse to write when browsing the trends, write down the idle words like running accounts. 2015.10.06 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…

You in

Spring breeze such as guest, a to the bustling! The warm breeze made passers-by linger. The green, the powder and the quiet spring water all made people sigh the charm of spring! Come to sweep thousands of mountains and snow, and leave flowers to all nations! In the fields of the countryside, there are still countless winter residues, and the buds are arranged one by one, waiting for the comfort of spring. Don’t you expect the warmth of spring! Purple hates red and worries a lot, with buds in bud, shaking off the bondage of winter, flying under the guard of green leaves, embracing the warmth of spring! There is also a warm smile in spring and a wisp of clear or strong fragrance. The world will be more fresh! Although the spring breeze blows, there are still some shortcomings! I don’t know who cut the fine leaves, the wind in February and spring is like scissors! The mission of wind and wind, the track of wind and wind, the fate of wind and wind! Good rain knows the season, and it happens in spring! The misty rain, the sky is connected to the ground, the Earth is connected to people, and the people are connected to the sky. It seems that Huanyu is romantic and intoxicated in the misty rain, and all flowers, birds, dogs, cats and grass are silent, all are listening to the whisper of rain, the lingering rain, the moisture of rain! At this time, rain is heart, heart is rain! Spring rain is enough, and a stream of new green will be dyed! All the rainy things are always fresh. You see, the green leaves and glittering grass all show off their beautiful appearance. Even the most inconspicuous Papyrus on the roadside raised its head! Long Willow, fine spring rain! The continuous rain makes people think endlessly! The style of rain and rain, the obligation of rain and rain, rain also has the belonging of rain! On the road of life, there is wind and rain. The wind will smooth the restless heart, and the rain will moisten the dry heart. Life is a journey that is either urgent or slow. Wind and rain are the two long rails that closely follow you and never leave. There are always many coincidences and accidents in life, such as two parallel lines, which may also have the day when they meet; There are also many accidents and misses in life, such as the kite in hand, the line will also be broken suddenly …… perhaps I am accustomed to the green of the four seasons in the city, and the spring scenery in the countryside is much more beautiful. You see, the old farmer weed in that field, the little baby herding cattle along the river, the young girl mashing clothes along the bank, the children playing beside the stream, the young boy flying kites in the open world, the old man with white hair basking in the sun under the willow tree at the head of the village watched the ripples in the stream quietly …… the cold snow covered the plum, and the spring wind Willow came back! The earthly life is accompanied by running water and half dust. In the wind, you can enjoy the gift of nature, feel the charm of the wind, throw endless unhappiness into the wind and move forward easily; In the wind, you can sigh the fate of life, listen to the words of the wind, you can talk with the wind and dance with the wind! Looking back at it at a glance, the yearning for a lifetime, what a wonderful memory! If you understand, how good! People, go with the waves, don’t go with the waves …… on the day of fireworks, walk with the rain, moisten without regrets. In the rain, I can enjoy the grace of the sky and feel the warmth of the rain. I can throw the unhappiness of life into the rain and die with the water. In the rain, I can be baptized by the secular world, the cold, warm, bitter and sweet taste can wash the soul and float with the rain! The cycle of four seasons, spring goes and spring comes again, what a beautiful season! If only, I understand, how good! People don’t complain when they say it, while those who can’t say it do …… only once, not forever. The pain in my heart is a layer of fog, which blows away, and then I find that what I lost is so beautiful! Hurry that year, hurry that year! No matter who you meet, he (she) is the person who should appear in your life. It is no accident. He (she) must teach you something! Sakyamuni explained the beauty we met. Since we met, why not cherish it? There are some people who are not far or near, watching all the time; There is a kind of life, flowers bloom and fade, still beautiful; There is a kind of encounter, shallow like shallow thoughts, still fragrant! A period of pure white Years, gentle years, amazing time! You are in the wind, I am in the rain; I am in the wind, you are in the rain! The mission of wind and rain, the track of rain and rain, wind and rain can go together, wind and rain can still be free and elegant! The true meaning of life does not lie in the Times of breathing; The true meaning of life lies in the moments that make you unable to breathe! Listen to a song quietly, embrace the wind and rain, and set out with sunshine …… QQ/417740569 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…

Years Kong-style

Finally, they kept disappearing from my sight. I squatted reluctantly on the horse-tied stone at the gate of the street, crying secretly. When I woke up, the corner of the pillow was gently wet by tears. The crying in my dream would not disturb many people, but the heartbreaking sound could only be heard in my dream. Maybe it was a slight smell of the year that aroused a hint of memory and concern for villagers. Recalling the happiness of childhood has become a kind of injury after growing up. Caring about parents’ bodies has also become a kind of injury in adulthood. When I was young, in lunar December 21, my mother began to remove and wash the bedding, and the bedding of the whole family was removed and cleaned in two days. The temperature is below minus 20 degrees in winter, and it gets frozen hard as soon as the face gets cold. We often amused our younger brothers and sisters with happiness in the mezzanine of face, and then we were reprimanded by our mother, stretching out our tongue and leaving quietly. Lunar December 23, send away the kitchen Prince. On the morning of lunar December 24, I removed and washed clothes for a family of six early. It is a very busy job. One by one, they were torn down and washed one by one. To have ripped clothes mend, then cotton continued into underwear in, often working late more than 12 points. I remember one year when I was cleaning and washing clothes for my brother and me. Because my mother was busy every day, she dozed off when sewing clothes in the middle of the night. She knocked over the kerosene lamp and burnt a large piece of hair, when he was busy putting out the fire, he put two pieces of clothes which had just been mended, and burnt two holes which were the size of eggs by the kerosene lamp core. Mother cried sadly and fell asleep. The next day, my brother and I sat on the kang waiting for mother to make clothes. We didn’t put on clean new clothes until the afternoon and went out. Nowadays, the sewed and mended clothes are always invisible, and the semi-old and new clothes are always pressed at the bottom of the box. It becomes old clothes after being pressed, and I don’t want to wear it any more. A few days ago, my mother called and said, “send your sister’s old clothes home. If you don’t wear them, you can still use them as work clothes for the people working in the village. I am so embarrassed to say that old clothes are more greedy for others. My mother said it’s okay, but no one in the village disliked it. But I still pressed those old clothes in the cabinet, and didn’t feel embarrassed to send them. After all, the New Year is coming soon, and it is not good to send some old clothes. It is the new year again. However, Nianwei unconsciously became a kind of injury, a kind of unspeakable injury. Because I could always vaguely see that my mother stood at the gate of the street and kept looking at the sun with her hands. I can always hear brothers and sisters asking from time to time that this year is the third anniversary of my father’s death. Do you go home for the Spring Festival? I am speechless to eliminate 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…

Autumn,

To Nanchang, take the 02:20 train to Fujian, so I got up early in the morning. After 08:30 in the morning, the car dealership was between Poyang, Jiangxi and Nanchang, with a glimpse of the heart. Guest Bar, galloping on the highway, wearing my body and soul, comforting my wish, to complete this journey of my life. There is a cloud umbrella in the sky, which dyed plain black and gray. The sun looked around the clouds with difficulty, trying every means to make itself smile to the world. It seems to be waiting for a coming autumn rain, I don’t know whether it is big or small. The walking trees beside the road seemed a little old and Xiao, and the hills in the distance also lost more vitality. The scattered villages vaguely looked at me in the trees around the village. It seemed that there were no more people shouting. When the car passed the pond, only a few lonely white birds were fondling on the pond bank. Even Poyang Lake was cold-looking, except for the vast white water color, no surging waves and no glimpse. The only thing that can comfort the soul is that the red land is still alive with the eternal spread, and the rice on both sides show the green and yellow color of leaves and ears between ripe and ripe. The body keeps moving with the car, the mind of the soul is wandering in the scattered, and the contending eyes are looking for the beauty in it, so as to bring a touch of comfort to your journey. I arrived at the railway station before noon, and there were more than two hours before the departure time of the train. Waiting for more than two hours means that I have to wait in the waiting room, and I have to wait in the noisy loneliness. I don’t know what this will bring to myself, experience suffering or dispel emotions. In the radio of the waiting room, there were continuous notifications that passengers of each train could enter the station. The announcer’s voice was plain and straightforward without soft ups and downs, which sounded a little rough and stiff. Groups of people lined up to enter the station, Groups of people walked into the waiting room. The people waiting for the carriage were full of all rows of chairs, and most of them were standing, which was like the Spring Festival. The air was filled with all kinds of Mouth Sounds, laughing, crying and saying everything. Fortunately, more than 70% of the people were focusing on their mobile phones, or they would certainly induce sound explosion. A group of old travellers, with smiling faces and joy, seemed to give themselves a full meal at the next stop. There are various foodies in the small supermarket, and the waiter is waiting beside the cash register, occasionally there is a cool smile of counting money. The coolness of Mid-Autumn Festival can not be found indoors, and breath communication can not be carried out inside and outside the body. The hot air boosts and dances around the pores, which is a great attempt to squeeze people into the body. The decent skin is a glossy film. Time is moving forward seamlessly, the broadcast is still going on, the cleaners are busy looking for the cleaning target, and my thoughts are scattered in every corner, waiting for the arrival of the ride. When I got on the train, I felt that life was moving, and time had passed endlessly. The thoughts I once had had become carved old people, and stayed in the past space, only memory can be viewed. Looking out of the car window, it seemed that there was still some sadness in the mind bag, constantly jumping between the brain. The Wormwood and Lotus in the pond, the short and long grass on the ridge, the duckweed and water chestnut in the river, the hairy stems and leaves on the railway side and the hill slope, they all have withered yellow color. When the sun is cloudy, it makes the light molecules tired out of weakness, which makes them weak and weak. They even have no feeling of warmth. There is no wind ridicule, no cold comfort, the hills and trees branches are still open, and the bamboo leaves pull the head, just like a painting in the shallow air, without any movement, every tree is silent, even the walls, tiles, open soil, rails, cement slopes and platforms are dead. Although there is no rain today, the sky is still looking forward to it dimly. It seems that it wants to save some lives with rain. The heart is crying, who does autumn give vitality! Where will the research go? 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…

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Since the words came into my heart quietly, that kind of emotion surging like a tide could no longer converge. The tide of my heart flowed with sad words on the beach. I walked barefoot, feeling cold and cold, I don’t know when to start life, accompanied by words, lonely through spring, summer, autumn and winter. Taste the bitterness of life and immerse yourself in the sadness of life. The girl who picked up shells at the seaside, dressed in tattered clothes, walked through the crowd carelessly, and suffered the coldness and ridicule of her companions. The vast sea, where is the warm harbor? The sea, looking at the endless sea, since she was sensible, the girl with short hair once bravely embarked on the journey of life with her strong arms. Looking back on the years, the mottled imprints of time were left deep and shallow in the girl’s riddled heart. In the bleak autumn afternoon, in the early morning of the North Wind, in the dream wandering late at night, they climbed to the heart bit by bit, the lingering haze left a single line of poetry in the bleak rainy night when the drizzle hit the plantain; It turned into sad and beautiful words like snow in the sad phantom of thousands of trees and pear flowers; in the tears of the war, the Iron Horse and the dream, I wrote the words of the fallen after the defeat of life. The glory of the past is no longer, the glory of the past has become a passing cloud, and the applause and flowers of the past have fallen into the mire of memories. The flowers fall silently, and the stream flows long. Even the petals falling down are also a pitiful and amazing scenery. The fallen flowers are not lonely, accompanied by running water, and I, lonely life, long night, who can pour out? Therefore, the support of emotion will be found slowly. Having a spiritual conversation with young Werther, living was also a painful process. In the diary, I wrote to Goethe and told him that I also had the same troubles, how long will those complicated emotional entanglement and interpersonal relationships that are constantly cut and wrangled bother me? Envied the little girl riding goats on the Alps, who was free and free. On the mountain in summer, the sun was shining. The little girl wore a patch skirt and worked hard. Sing songs and put sheep; Put wild fruits down trees; Beat well water up; Make straw into bed. Smelling the fragrance of straw at night, counting the stars through the small window, I fell asleep unconsciously. Therefore, in the diary, I wrote down a hymn about the mountain on TV. Throw the infinite lonely heart to those beautiful things; Vent all the sad thoughts in the ocean of words; Indulge the lonely weakness in inspirational stories. I always thought that all unhappiness would pass and all loneliness would disappear with the years. But there is a long way to live. The flower season of youth has just arrived, the fruits of summer have not been picked, and the maple red in autumn has not yet been appreciated. How can the god of life let me go? The girl with short hair was me, who once sweated like rain on the playground and made a proud record; She once ranked first in her study, worked hard and was highly praised. The light of those short friendship that I once cherished is so dazzling that today, more than ten years later, it is still clearly engraved in the deep heart and unforgettable. Now, in the words, I walk alone and write down those brave, failed, contradictory, sad and lonely emotions, which can’t help sighing in my heart. Ever since I fell in love with words, the tide of memory surged to me. In my life, the childhood memories like spring bloomed in my heart like flowers. How can the waves of time wash out the pearls rushing to the shore of life? It is hard to forget the memory. On that open space, there were courtyards with red walls and green tiles, antique Lingnan buildings, white clouds blossoming in the open and blue sky; The golden sunshine flowed down from the cracks of dark green trees, the grass is as green as jade, and the gloss is fine. A bunch of pink and white flowers like grapes shine the ocean-like pink light in the sun, which is very poetic. At that time, I danced with the girl next door in the open space. Her fair skin, pure eyes and standard melon seed face made the sunshine could not help kissing her fragrance. What kind of picture is this? Hazy? Clear? Unparalleled? Since I fell in love with words, lonely sadness also became happy. The moonlight in the lotus pond in front of the House also became as real as fantasy. The Moonlight is light, like a golden curtain and gauze cage covering the whole river pond. Vaguely, under the moonlight, in front of the street lamp, the pink color of lotus flowers can be vaguely distinguished. Looking at that flower, it was like a shy girl in love, hiding in a dark corner, looking at the Childe in white at the dim light; That Flower was as white as jade, and looked at the Willows on the shore affectionately, when the wind blows, the lotus fragrance floats, as if the willow is bathing in the holy fragrance of flowers, and the dark hair is more charming and elegant. Looking at the lotus pond under the moon, there is a kind of happy sadness and lonely happiness. Although I am the only one, I can’t help weaving flowers into a string of beautiful and happy words in my mind, looking at the plump Lotus figure, I remembered Imperial Consort Yang of Tang Dynasty, as if I was in the era of taking fat as beauty, turning into imperial consort and dancing in the glorious palace. Since I fell in love with words, loneliness has become a kind of enjoyment. In the night, listen to a soothing and sad music, drink a cup of fragrant milk tea or bitter coffee, and gently knock out a string of wonderful words and notes on the keyboard to recall family affection, friendship and love, narrating all kinds of painful and happy experiences, comprehending the meaning of life’s sufferings, finding out the true meaning of life, and gradually finding out that this is the best way to liberate oneself. Listening to the sad music, the mood in my heart begins to brew. Someone and some things always come to my mind at this moment; Listening to the happy music, those beautiful memories come to my mind unconsciously, the body will also move with the music; There are songs that I have never been tired of listening to for hundreds of times. In my heart, on my fingertips and in the story, there are all such familiar rhythms. The vast sea, why home? Finally, I found that words are the ocean of my life and the harbor of my warmth. In words, writing alone is very lonely, but when relieved, it is very happy. Maybe loving words itself is an irresistible temptation and an irresistible excitement. No matter it is memory or creation, words must be the support of my soul and must bloom quietly in loneliness!. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

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Yesterday, I saw a piece of news on the Internet: a professional female beggar asked for traveling expenses at the Nanjing subway entrance, with an average daily income of 1,000 yuan. This news caught my attention, because it was so consistent with the prose I was about to write, I read it carefully. According to the report, recently, several passengers reported to the subway police that near Nanjing Station No. 4 of Nanjing Metro Line 1, two or three young and middle-aged women often encountered the reason of insufficient traveling expenses to go home, asking the passing passengers for change, hoping that the subway police could verify whether these people were really short of money or made a living by begging. On the 17th, the police investigation announced that these were professional beggars, and each person could get thousands of donations every day. Passengers also reported that these people could get 5-10 yuan each time, and even more, they directly asked passengers for hundreds of yuan. After reading this report, I was filled with ups and downs, which was almost the same as the situation I saw more than 20 years ago when beggars asked for traveling expenses. That was in the middle 1980 s when I worked as a clerical worker in the company, every quarter, I took the train of Xuchang Xi’an to report the military, political and logistical strength to the main station. When I took this train for the first time, I had such experience. I just walked into Xuchang railway station, I saw a little girl about thirteen or four years old coming to me. When she came to me, she shouted kindly: uncle, have mercy on me? I lost my money, even the cost of the way home is gone. I saw her wearing dirty clothes with a pitiful look, and she felt pity immediately. But at that time, I only paid a allowance of about 10 yuan per month and had to spend money on the train, I really couldn’t afford too much money. Anyway, the little girl opened her mouth once and could help her solve the temporary difficulties. I could also get some comfort in my heart. Therefore, she took out 2 yuan from her pocket and handed it to her. For the soldier, 2 yuan at that time was not a small amount. The little girl took the money with both hands and looked very grateful and said, “Thank you, Uncle! He hurried away. After a while, when I looked at the direction of the little girl casually, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The little girl was entangled with a soldier again, my heart suddenly became cold, how could it be like this? Later, when I talked about this matter with my comrades in arms, they said one after another that there were many and many children cheating in the railway station, especially the little girls. In order to cheat, they couldn’t learn any more, he specially went to the railway station, bus station and other bustling areas to cheat, especially staring at the people in military uniform. He thought that the soldiers couldn’t afford face, and most of them would give money. As a soldier, giving her money is equal to bribing a swindler. If she doesn’t give her money, she will pretend to be pitiful and hang around you, and let others point: look, what kind of soldier? Even such a poor child is not pitiful. Don’t dirty this military uniform! After listening to the discussion of my comrades-in-arms, when I set off by train, I wore casual clothes, but I still encountered cheating, so I said: Didn’t I give it to you? Why do you still want it? This method is really effective. The cheating beggars are asking for fun, and I also reduce unnecessary troubles. After I was transferred from the army to the local area, due to the need of propaganda work, I went on business trips to other places for many times. The phenomenon of beggars begging was common, and most of them were professional beggars. There were various means and ways of begging, there are various kinds of people, including those who beg for money in railway stations and underground passages in big cities, those who make up beggars to help them beg for food in restaurants, men and women, old and young, those who beg for themselves, and those who use the disabled to cheat, I once saw this scene in the underground passage of a city: someone pulled a disabled man with incomplete limbs, naked body and dirty old trousers to the underground passage and let him lie on the concrete floor, writing two lines of pitiful begging beside him, There is also a box for collecting money beside it. Many tourists will pay for it when they see it. It is said that this is the usual trick of some people to cheat money. This is a swindler who uses the disabled to make money, expecting to get rich and cheating many people’s kindness. What is his conscience? As a result, the kind-hearted people were fooled by cheaters. There was also an old man begging near the railway station all the year round, and he always carried a big bag of change notes and went to the post office to collect money and remit money irregularly. In fact, the vast majority of beggars we have seen are not poor, including those who live in high-end villas by begging, those who pack their mistress and those who buy luxury cars. Nowadays, more and more people are begging to cheat money, and begging has become the profession of some people. After reading the news published on the internet yesterday, I looked back and thought about the truth of beggars cheating in the past. I felt that the kindness of the giver was fooled and cheated. When the giver saw the beggars wearing worn-out clothes, he showed a pitiful look. He felt pity for them deep in his heart and was always in sympathy, accumulating kindness and improving morality, helping the poor and needy, he always wanted to extend a helping hand, if you offer a love and do your best to help the beggars solve the current difficulties, you will feel relieved from the small efforts in your heart. But I didn’t want my kindness to be exploited and my kindness to be cheated. After I was cheated by the little girl’s begging, I felt very uncomfortable. Even if I wanted to think about it now, I felt very angry, because beggars cheat and ignore the kindness of all people, I feel that the world is getting worse and worse. But on the contrary, the Chinese nation has the traditional virtue of helping the poor and needy, and we live in a country with thousands of years of civilization history. The ancients have warned us long ago that we should not do nothing because of kindness, don’t do evil things because they are small. People’s hearts are good. Poverty alleviation and relief are what we yearn for and pursue, which is also the positive energy of society. Thinking about these, we should try our best to sympathize and help the real beggars and the weak in the society, which requires us to have the ability to distinguish the authenticity, help the needy to help the point, and prevent the professional beggars from cheating, also called on all sectors of society to supervise and crack down on these professional beggars, so as to make them free from cheating and purify the social Air. Qiao Xiande Zan (prose editor: dropping ink into injury) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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Perception

Years quiet, time old. A landscape of a Chinese years, I chapters of a moment, shake off the story, hurrying to and sorrows, too late to appreciate a Taohong, guess Wu impenetrable leaf autumn wind, blink of an eye, with back removed the fleeting time. The quiet night, sitting in a window, open the dust-laden memories, deep in the memory looking for that the past footprint, capture the once beautiful. Qianmo fleeting, years incense, a glimpse, maybe destiny, just past. Lost sadness, grateful for the story. Don’t want to grow up, don’t want mature, don’t want to lost life A and a station, a don’t wanna taste is life ‘and a goodbye. But we may have long been accustomed to, for smile concealed pain, with free and easy cover lost, for lonely words lonely, for forgotten comfort ouns. Actually hearts of those hurt, those pain, those buried deep of the past, not not know, do not want to say. Just wanted to get everything cannot forget to time forgotten, all cannot unloaded to the wind to soothe. Just want more happy, just want good thick some, just want to forget the forgotten, remember what should be remembered, the change can change, grasp can grasp. So some things destined to become story, some people destined to become friends, some road is doomed to walk alone here. A lot of things, passed, many people, left, experience more, heart strong, road also at ease. Look back fleeting, rush years, a long life on the road, we inevitably going to over Hill wading, avoid to bear all kinds of pressure, inevitably make various error. In fact, life is a mirror, if you smile to it, it will smile to you, if you cry to it, it ‘d still be you tears, so we to always believe a word, god closes a door at the same time also opens a window, in a bad mood, mirror, give yourself a warm heart intimate smile. With Stranger corner, always wanted a field heart-to-heart encounter, can forever, always wanted a landscape, been all his life wait. White Plum Blossoms Fall said: Is poly final to finish, is play what eventually ended. Not careful to planning a field meet, scenes Meet. Is margin is bug? We all want to let nature take its course, stride, don’t let front of lost our mind, misled our soul. A strange road, watching strange people, strange you whether same counting fleeting, whether same counting that flowers bloom day. The noisy city chanting crowds, total feel keep up with footsteps. Try and keep trying. Refueling, refueled, but always feel not good enough, enough really. Memory of smoke total worth but that full of color of text, with pure heart writing that pure rain, for that capacity to love and embrace you that repressed heart. As you know, that is the heart and heart between heating; As you understand, that’s a heart to another heart of appreciation. With Stranger pass, heart-to-heart encounter, moment together, no matter how short, is cumulative to the leading edge of the Remember enough, lose is forever. wu bai nian of wind, wu bai nian of sun, wu bai nian of rain, wu bai nian waiting, wu bai of times the review, only today with stranger pass, heart-to-heart encounter. Telling the story of how, Hou what outcome, what kind of day, keep what mood. Know some ideal can never achieve, some questions will never be answered, story is not finished, some people just Familiar Stranger,-or will hard to pursue, wait, fantasy. Maybe simple complex, complex but simple. Fall into world of you I, destined to its a his car in cycle between, every life cycle is a blossom of process. Flowers and heartily Bloom, flower Xie when it will have one place fragrance. Life in every corner, without traveled, around people and things, without a understand. A broad range of magnifying glass layers of analysis, all kinds of the look of. Olfactory heart of flowers, touch freezing point of warm. So, moved own, and also understand myself. Behind prosperity withered, road scenery outside, long attachment of past, disapproval of the pain, let she is like pear drop, thousand trees flower broken. Dream of hazy disturb of the falling flower soul, scattered memory enveloped the of the falling flower marks. Covered with dust fall flower counting vicissitudes, desalination with past. Water, like the lost time, too late walking footsteps, is difficult to heal memory, were served up to years of lamps tears flower heart, time of ammunition as the sunset. Open sea, who-contention flow, bu ju public flow among sea. Mortal life, life, not be hardships intimidated, hero character. Storm, spring flower litter, overlooking Pinglan, sunshine in the rain. Ebb and Flow, cloud Cirrus easy, stroll, hanging our sails advance, to stream water, waves feizhou stop, in front we successful other shore. So, let’s not attachment broken dreams, don’t indulge in the happiness of past Halo, stop regardless of the pros and cons of life, don’t worry again ming qi weather. Now choose the front, will smile set sail, even scars, also to smile for the vicissitudes. Because only in this way, we have no regrets in life. The passing scenery, exchanged for fleeting, youth album indifference face. Smiling face, polished edges, hidden tears, Allure has already become appearance. Laugh at vicissitudes, light past, freehand life. Light see time fireworks, fine chemicals years static good. In not Wu at meditation raises a gender, let life spring water and cleaned up dust, let the mind filled with flowers with past. Find a season of cool, see a mystifying nothingness. Once the most beautiful, already changed. Behind the vanity of smoke, parting after chanafanghua, croon of moment, moon-like beautiful, just a glimpse, short-lived, to go in a hurry. The long span of years warm how many times meet, melancholy how many times parting. Who of discovering whose whose eyes, whose memory warm the who face. In the fleeting year, make a spring warm and blooming, and expect the years to be quiet and good when the spring flowers and autumn fall. Moon and two lights, spring and autumn a dream, red garments is just float-sink, life garments just is impermanent, love garments is just parting. Beautiful face is only hundred years after a split second of youth. Pages of sad and beautiful words, cups of lingering past events, melancholy days one by one, and unrelenting memories. Deep in my memory, I feel warm for the fleeting time and miss your smile. Flowers is poetry, whispering is affection, valve peach blossom are you that allure smile, love in the dream circling, dream love in the night and we. Time agreed beautiful, through the fingers of time, only heart scenery, life is constant landscape. Flower flowering of brilliant, cloud cloud of poetry. Ordinary has its own true taste, and passing has its own beauty. Life neither fixed standard, also no wonderful rehearsal. So, we need good mood, indifferent face life of aging, in homecoming in feel and cherish every past, each passage, every flavor. Who of discovering whose whose eyes, whose memory warm the who face. In the long river of life, we learn to treasure, grateful, understand let go. In the future days, we indifferent mind, static Hou flowers! Spring elimination snow 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…