Never

In the Midnight Dream, the sunflower planted by myself was swaying in the wind, telling me its feelings. I woke up with tears streaming down my face. I don’t know whether my old father is still watering the sunflower that I planted in front of the door by myself, or whether my old mother is still talking about her daughter. I still remember that ten years ago, when I graduated from college, I prepared to go far away with my friends to pursue my dream. I went home before leaving, and my parents just kept asking me to take good care of myself in other places. Suddenly my mother said, “Tomorrow, plant a few flowers at the door. Listen to the daughter next door saying that as long as you can plant a living, you can keep people safe. I laughed at my mother’s superstition in my heart, but according to my mother’s intention, I planted a few seeds in front of the door. My mother is worried about her thousands of miles, and she also wants to make her parents feel at ease. When you struggle in the distance, you will feel exhausted. Even so, we were young and frivolous at that time. We never thought of our own failure and always wanted to realize our life value with our tenacious efforts. In the first two or three years, I didn’t go back except occasionally calling my family for work and myself. Not to mention the seeds that have been laid down have long been forgotten in unknown corners. Later, I went home with my boyfriend. As soon as I arrived at the door, I heard my mother say, “girl, come back! Looking at my mother’s newly added white hair, I cried. Holding my mother to call my mother is not only my yearning for my mother, but also my self-blame for my neglect of my parents in the past two or three years. When I woke up at midnight, I heard someone talking in a low voice. I knew it was my parents, so I got up quietly and saw the central room where the light was still on, so I prepared to go in to accompany my parents. As soon as I entered, I heard: his father, do you think the child looks better than the first two years. I said my daughter next door wouldn’t lie to me, but you still don’t believe it. At that time, you were reluctant to let you take care of those flowers. Look how good it is now! Yes, or you are right. If you listen to your words, you will see better and better. I was confused when I heard it outside. When I was confused, I heard my mother say: later, I will clean up the flowers. Hurry up tomorrow, let my daughter plant more. Then I remembered that what my mother said was the seeds I had forgotten. I walked quietly to the gate and saw the blooming flowers by the Starlight. I smiled. The next day, I prepared to water those flowers myself, only to find that those flowers turned out to be sunflower, and these flowers grew better and better under the careful care of my parents. The flower is more vibrant in the hot sun. When I was about to leave again, my mother gave me some seeds, and I smiled and took the seeds. Later, once on the phone, my mother said excitedly, “my son, your new flower is blooming. Your father cleans up the flower every day, which is better than the original one. Recently, there are still a few advantages around the flower! You don’t know how happy your father is. I know my parents are not happy because of flowers, but because of me. But I never knew why my parents tried so hard to take care of those flowers. Even among me, there was no need to take them as treasures! My sister called me and I was confused. Sister said: We don’t know when it will be popular to plant sunflower and keep safe. At the beginning, my father didn’t believe it, but except the boy next door, he also planted some sunflowers, which withered after a long time. It happened that the boy next door died in a car accident in other places. Since then, my father took good care of the flowers I planted. I was so excited that I called my father. Who knew that my mother said that my father was in front of Hua and asked me to call again at night. I hung up the phone with tears in my eyes. Later, when my family moved, I didn’t care about those flowers either. After moving, I left again. When I went back for the Spring Festival last year, I saw a large basin filled with mud in the courtyard. My mother said that those flowers you planted there must bloom in spring. It turned out that my father was afraid of destroying these flowers when moving, so he transplanted them into this basin in advance, which had been two years. I hugged my father and cried. Sunflower, sunflower, parents wish their daughter peace! My parents used to be my sun, but now let me be my parents’ sun. I want to plant the sunflower belonging to my parents in my heart so that it will never fall. 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…

World

Spring is warm and flowers bloom, and the temperature rises. I want to tidy up the winter clothes of the past season and make room to hang up the light spring clothes. I opened the wardrobe, and there was a dark red leather suitcase inside, which was very prickly. Seeing things and thinking about people, my eyes suddenly became blurred, and I felt a lot of worries. This little faded leather suitcase contains deep love and deep love. I still remember that in that summer, you saved the danger in an accident. Later, in my peaceful life, there was a sweet greeting from time to time from you. There was always your smiling eyes in my sight, and your thin figure was often seen in my counter. Your affectionate eyes and simple and sincere words and deeds make me excited again and again. Finally one day, I found a letter without stamps in the drawer of my desk. The Letter on the envelope recognized your ink at a glance. From then on, we enjoyed each other and enjoyed each other day and night. At dusk, we strolled along the country path hand in hand, wandering on the tree-lined hillside. At night, we talked about life and ideals. We played ball games together, ran in the morning together, went to the field with flashlight to make Loach together, and went to the countryside to watch movies with umbrellas. We eat, live and work together under the same roof. From then on, you took the dirty work on my cabinet together. I was worried that you were tired and hurt. You always smiled and said to me: What is this? I have done much more tiring work than this. Once, we watched a movie together with several colleagues in the tuping of the nearby production team. At that time, a lady in gorgeous cheongsam was on the screen, carrying a delicate small leather suitcase on board. I said to my female colleague around me: you see that leather suitcase is so beautiful, and I really want to buy such a small leather suitcase. Unexpectedly, standing in the back row, you keep this unintentional joke in mind. When you are infatuated with each other, the unit assigns you to go to other provinces to learn a professional skill. You were both happy and sad, and said to me like a child: I don’t want to go!? In fact, I know you very well. You are eager to make progress and have a strong career. I hope you can get ahead one day. This study is the leader’s attention to you, and the opportunity is rare. Even if you don’t want to give up everything, you will be happy. Have you ever thought that at this time, I was used to having you around, and your figure and breath were everywhere in the house. Your sudden departure completely disrupted my normal life. I am eager to wear it. In the days without you, I am lost, scared, in a trance, and live like a year. I begged my colleagues to accompany me through sleepless nights one after another. However, when I gradually returned to normal and returned to the happy single family, you came back after learning. I remember that day, you came back to my dormitory directly with a small suitcase in your hand. After entering the door, you gave me the small leather suitcase affectionately and said: This is specially bought for you. Do you like it?. I was shocked and overjoyed. I was so excited that I didn’t know what to say. You looked at me in a daze, put down the luggage in your hand, walked over and hugged me with smile and said: What’s the matter? Didn’t you say you want a small leather suitcase? I burst into tears of excitement. After two months of separation, our relationship became stronger and stronger. We were dependent on each other and cherished each other until we entered the marriage hall. I thought that we fell in love and stayed together like this. So hand Red, eager to helbreach Other. We walk through every year together, and are deeply attached to this life. Just hold your hand and grow old with you. Ten years ago, when you were in a dangerous situation, you just wanted to live a safe life from now on. Unexpectedly, you will still suffer many disasters in the following years. Five years later, the ruthless flour machine broke your right middle finger. Ten years later, you left our mother and daughter cruelly and died forever. All say survived bi you the blessings to follow, then why would you double whammy? Have you ever thought that our life has just started? Have you ever thought that your mission in this life has not yet been completed? Have you ever thought about the pain that white-haired people send black-haired people. You left in such a hurry, without saying goodbye or leaving a word, and left quietly. I heart! I desperately sad! I hate Ah! Why is fate so unfair? Why is God so cruel? Why are you so ruthless? For many long nights, I couldn’t sleep alone. Looking at my minor daughter beside me, I burst into tears and my heart was broken when facing a series of unsolved problems. How many dead nights, I only wander, calling your name thousands of times, what should I do without your years? Our mother and daughter? However, you never answered me any more, letting me feel sad and helpless. Once, huaqianyuexia, hanging. Once, eachother, End of Time. Once, we were so close to each other. Maybe, you are destined to be just a passer-by in my life, just the epiphyllum blooming for a moment. However, ten years of time flow into a long string of notes, and there is still your familiar breath in the air. Do you know that there is your gentle residual temperature in your hands? You are the knot that can never be solved in my life. It is you who let you experience the suffering of love and the taste of missing. If time can go back, people can choose the world, and want to come with you again, then we may be able to have less regrets and more satisfaction. Since then, we can only meet each other occasionally in dreams. I am alone, quietly waiting for every inch of time in the years. Only this faded small leather suitcase and some old yellow photos are all my thoughts. Can You Feel My eternal yearning in heaven? With your waiting in my heart, can you help me practice perfectly? The world is changeable, love has become painful, how many thoughts, only let it turn into ink rain, reveal the end of the pen to your heart, write down the fleeting time fragment of your love in your life. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

xue qu

It is really the end of the year, the TV is playing up, the New Year goods in the neighbor’s house are piled up, and the joy of friends returning home is filled with, which makes me always feel compelled by time, when I was turning the calendar page by page, a large number of snowflakes fell down in the gloomy sky. I always liked the snow. Mei Xue loved both, not only because of their cool beauty, more because of their self-esteem. The topic seems to be too far away, so we ‘d better turn around. Once the dusty memory is opened, there is always a kind of light growth sorrow. That was more than ten years ago, the age of being ignorant of the world. Living with parents in a small yard of about 100 square meters. That was not the place where I played with my companions, and the yard next door was not only big, but also not blocked by walls, so it became the place where we played. It snowed a foot high in winter this year. The colored glaze on the eaves drooped down long, and the cold wind was cold. Adults hid in the house and didn’t want to go out. They didn’t know what the cold I am, ignoring the rising snow, removing the strong dissuade from parents, walking outside like an old lady, and shouting the name of his friend with loud noise. After a while, they walked out from the four neighbors one after another, just like me, their red little faces were rippling with cool joy. We put our hands into the snow to wash our hands and see how the snow slowly melts under the temperature of our hands. We carefully watch their shapes and colors with our palms one after another. We use snow to knead into balls and throw snowballs to each other, after playing all the tricks with the snowstick, we stopped panting and used our intelligence and wisdom, and then came up with a way to play. I suddenly shouted: Why did you forget? We make a snowman? Good! But who will? Everyone looked at each other, and I was also asked. Just pile it up, whatever it is good or bad. Therefore, everyone made snowmen in high spirits. First, they chose the location. Everyone thought of the open space beside the big tree in the yard. Just do what you say, and the little friends pile up as they wish, and they all take care of what their masterpieces are. At the climax of our interest, a stern voice came: What are you doing!? Our hands shivered for a moment, and we were stiff there at the same time, looking at where the sound came from. Uncle Wang was standing there staring straightly. Look at your pile of things. How adverse. Quickly a ruin. Only when we were stunned did we think of seeing our own masterpiece. It turned out that the snowman had become a grave, just like the youth in the grave that we have remembered till now. We couldn’t help being panic. After eliminating the grave three times and five times, we broke up unhappily. Such a cheerful smile and fearless play have never been seen before. Enjoy the snow, it seems to be the first and last time. I will never return after my childhood. After that, she yearned for the snow and thought deeply about the bleak artistic conception of the snow which was extremely cold. When she came, she waited and watched quietly. She thought about it all the time. As she grew older, the craze for her gradually filtered into elegant and extraordinary light, and recalled and imagined her from time to time. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

City

People say that everyone has a surrounding city in his heart, but I don’t want to escape. On the bus, I think if I can stay at school all the time, I am not willing to come out. During my two-year college career, I did not leave school, if not necessary. Near seven o’clock, the sky was dim and dark. The smell on the bus was very strange. The fragrance on the girls seemed to ferment on the bus, making people feel dizzy and breathing unsmoothly. On the bus, I couldn’t find any smiling face, only the sound of the glass swaying on the bus, as if everyone was unhappy. Several friends and I were talking before getting on the bus, but as soon as we got on the bus, we kept silent with tacit understanding. The road outside the car was crowded. All kinds of motorcycles and bicycles were passing through the big cars, passing through the traffic lights. Every motorcyclist was staring at the front, and his eyebrows seemed to be frowning slightly, the best thing is just facial expression. Everyone is unhappy. The bus went forward rapidly, braking, turning left and turning right, as if we had gone through many corners at once. But in fact, we had been driving in a straight line, but the traffic was complicated, and the driver seized every opportunity to move forward. Stop and Go, left and right, there is a reaction that makes people vomit. Seeing from the mirror, the driver was also expressionless. It is probably a normal reaction to have no facial expression or frown. Who will pull a smiling face when nothing happens? Just something wrong. My hometown is a very small city. You can take a taxi to any place in the city for six yuan. The bus here is not so big, the person who received the money was still an aunt or an old man. Near seven o’clock, the bus always goes smoothly without passers-by who are in a hurry. The motorbikes also have a natural and unrestrained manner, and the bikes also have a feeling of walking slowly and uninhibited. Maybe there are too few cars, maybe the city is so beautiful? Although people here won’t hold a smiling face, there are always few people frowning, and people without facial expression look gentle. If you keep staring at an uncle, he may smile and ask the young brother who is in senior high school. Of course, if you look at the girl, you will probably stare at you or ignore you, but some will secretly see if you have looked at her with a red face. A small city is still a small city, but there is a feeling that a big city does not have. Maybe the city is too small and not complicated, or there are many villages nearby, which are always closer to the land and simple. The pursuit is not less, but it is always easy to be satisfied. What’s good about big cities? Dust drowned us, noise covered our voice, prosperity let us get into the pursuit, and finally we will become unhappy people, losing feelings, lost yourself that you originally wanted to be. I can no longer be satisfied, even if I have lived the life I expected in high school. However, in the big city, I can’t throw everything away and go back to the small city where I was born and raised. I can only try my best to stay in the small city and school in the big city. I really hope that I will be surrounded by this small city. 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…

Children

2015 nian 6 yue 9 ri, Bijie city Guizhou province Tian Kan Xiang CI bamboo village 4 children take pesticide after rescue invalid death. Four children, one male and three female, the largest of which is only 12 years old. Nowadays, this event is full of all kinds of media. The Survival, living status and safety of left-behind children are once again heated by people, and Bijie in Guizhou is once again pushed to the forefront, what caused the death of four young children, and what pushed them to the valley of death? At that time, all kinds of accusations and accountability came to us, and the living status of left-behind children and education problems became an unavoidable reality. Problems arise, and pain still exists! The four living creatures passed away miserably like this. They should have been carefree, innocent, happy and deeply under the warm care and careful care of their parents, but because of such a broken and unhealthy family: the divorce of parents, the death of grandparents, the remarriage of mother, but not as close as home, father worked far away from home. They are still young, and the oldest one is only 12 years old. The four brothers and sisters lived together. They should have been in a happy childhood, but they suffered from the heavy burden that they could not bear, lacking love, maternal love, father love, in their young hearts, it is hard for them to bear the pain of life, shoulder the weight of life, suffer the bitter fate, or ——, of course, no one can figure out their hearts. Four children, four lives and four evil spirits left this flashy and blurred world in such a miserable and shocking way. Did their childhood really have nowhere to be placed? Only in this way can they get rid of the world that makes them unattached? Why did they leave in this extreme way and die together. It was said that the boss also left a suicide note, saying that leaving the world was his dream, and he could not live up to 15 years old at most. Thus, it can be seen that their leaving was just a matter of time, that is, they had gone for a long time. What a pain, pity. Nowadays, those who are accountable have been held accountable and those who have been dealt with have been dealt with, and the government is doing its best. Now, people not only need to ask where the disease is? After the incident, my parents lost contact and there were no relatives around me. Wow! Now whether the problem has been solved by several related responsible persons, and many hidden problems have to be put on the table. Young children are at home alone, and their relatives go out to work because of poverty, and go to other places; Mother remarried and turned a blind eye to her relatives and children; Street village organizations, neighbors, governments and schools turn a blind eye to them? Who is escaping from the responsibility that he should have undertaken? I don’t think it can be completely transferred to the government, schools and street village organizations. They gave birth to children, and four of them are young, without basic living ability, leaving them alone, who will supervise these minors? I want to learn a bitter lesson from this tragedy, I have to ask more questions, confusion, and defects in the design of government system and social management. The problem is not only as simple as mend the sheep. I think: First of all, parents should take the main responsibility. They should have the obligation of giving birth to raise their healthy growth, as well as the obligation of education management. They should let children go and neglect raising them, instructor, who is the responsibility? You should be able to raise it when you give birth. Is this the minimum? No wonder! Many stars in China are mostly produced. Secondly, government schools bear secondary responsibilities, rather than primary responsibilities. Although government personnel and teachers should shoulder necessary supervision responsibilities, they are not biological parents and cannot play the most direct role. In my opinion, the comments on the current online posts are overwhelming. Generally speaking, people have different opinions on benevolence and wisdom. Some seem to point the spearhead at the government and schools following the mainstream public opinion. Some people have already dealt with it, but we should consider it as one thing, touch the essential attribute of things. Otherwise, this kind of thing will inevitably happen again. Ah ——-, thousands of words are hard to express, covering up and meditating, feeling a lot: ——— feeling that the incident of shangtong in Bijie, Guizhou shocked the world, the dust was dark and the sky was dark, and. Where is family comfort? Who should be happy with each other? (Pray that the children will go all the way, from then on you will have no indifference, no sadness, no hunger and coldness, and wish you have everything you have in heaven.) Tiangao haikuo praised in Liujiaxia New District on June 13, 2015 (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow vanished 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…

Words

I once taught a teacher’s child, who was talkative, capable, ambitious and courageous. I once talked with her about teachers and her dreams for the future. She said that she would not be a teacher even if she was killed. This sentence hurt me deeply, but it also made me reflect on the profession of teacher, and at the same time reflect on the teacher work I was engaged in. Students have this idea, it’s not a student’s fault. Students can express their own unique opinions. Do you think she is wrong? I think today, many teachers are willing to train their children into teachers unless they are fools. Once asked an executive leader to describe their head teacher in the summary meeting of the college entrance examination like this: getting up earlier than chickens, sleeping later than dogs, eating worse than pigs, and doing more tired than cattle. I couldn’t help thinking of a sentence which was similar to this sentence and spread widely: I got up earlier than a chicken, came back later than a young lady, and worked harder than a donkey, they earn less money than migrant workers. If they see better than anyone else, they will earn food and clothing. These words truly describe the whole life of teachers. Yes, now, even working as a casual worker can earn 50 to 60 or 70 yuan a day. A big worker earns more than 100 yuan a day. As a teacher, it is a common income, it only costs 40 to 50 yuan a day, and I feel dizzy for a whole day. We can see that our students have stepped into the society early. Their income far exceeds our salary, which is still regarded as incurable by us as teachers. In order to improve the teaching quality, many schools enter the classroom after 7 o’clock in the morning and start the whole day’s teaching work. It was almost dark in the afternoon before the students were released, the teacher also went home. Some schools have become boarding, and they have to go to night classes, so they have to go after 9 o’clock. Even in some high schools, teachers have to drag their tired bodies back home at 11 o’clock, and they still don’t stop coming home, I have to prepare for the next day’s class, and sometimes I have to correct the homework of that day. Imagine, teachers, of course, who are dedicated to teaching good books, how much time can they rest in a day? How much time can you spend in a day? I saw a post on the Internet to evaluate the profession of teachers in this way: high-risk profession, high pressure, high pressure, high demand, high depression, high load, low income and low social evaluation. Facing these high and low levels, my heart is cold. As a teacher for so many years, I don’t know what on earth I am doing and what kind of job I am doing! Recently, 15 ways of death of teachers have been widely spread on the internet, telling the education commission to kill you; Offending the principal to kill you; Stupid students piss you off; Brutal parents kill you; Killing you without raising wages; competing for posts to kill you; Professional title evaluation to kill you; Examination ranking to kill you; Education reform to kill you; Plan summary to annoy you; False information to kill you; Holiday training to kill you; glorious career coaxed you to death; Worked hard and died of illness all your life; The treatment of civil servants missed you to death! Dedicated to teachers and friends who are in hot water! Take a look, this is the voice of a teacher. This teacher’s profession was once described as the most glorious profession in the world, human soul engineer, and any gardener, Spring Silkworms, candles and so on, but today’s teachers’ mentality is so bleak. Seeing these comments, I really felt bleeding in my heart. Yes, as a teacher, I am not only tired, but also more tired. Not only do you have to complete your own work, but also you have to take part in such training, various teaching and research activities, and complete various tasks such as papers arranged by higher education departments. Now the school Scientific research has also been incorporated into the daily work of the school. We still have to face the evaluation and promotion, various inspections and such and such indicators, we almost spend our whole body and mind on educational posts. In an unpleasant word, the work our teachers do is really a little backward. A teacher said in an article that some students in his class would not pass no matter how they were taught, but they had to check the eugenics rate and qualified rate. Today, many of our students are struggling on the road of learning. They know very well that it doesn’t matter whether they can read or not. They can still earn money to eat, still family. Just in the countryside, the real rich masters are still those students who are half a can of water while studying. Their educational thoughts, The way of educating our children completely runs counter to the education of teachers, and it is doomed that our teachers will spend a lot of thoughts, which may not have any effect. No matter whether the students have the enthusiasm for learning, we still have to be lofty in the class, talking about the ideal and what to pursue, but what’s the use? Nowadays students don’t eat that kind of thing. Sometimes, I wonder why we must make students learn this and that lesson well. Most of the time, we are educating students to do some passive things. Some students, their mind is not on learning at all, but we still have to try our best to make them learn. Imagine how difficult it was. Sometimes we did the work, which was hard to please and the oil lamp was still not on. Once there was a teacher who was only 36 years old and had white hair hanging on his head. There was also a teacher who was transferred to a middle school in a town. One year later, he was already a bare head. The reason is that there is only one word of tiredness. It can be said that teachers’ work is overburdened and heavy, which makes teachers’ bodies in a state of sub-health. Faced with this situation, I cannot help sighing, when is the head of the teacher’s tiredness? Is it hard to exhaust your life like a candle? Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…

Gently

Today is the last day of 2012. It is windy and sunny. Sitting in the warm Hall, I took a look at my mood. I felt both slight loss and deep warmth in my heart. The cycle of four seasons, spring, summer, autumn harvest, winter collection. Isn’t life like this? At this age, we have gone through the season of blooming spring flowers and the summer of vigorous growth. Although we haven’t reached the late autumn when the fruit is full of branches, after all, we have seen falling leaves in our eyes. Looking back, there are warmth, joy, scars and pains. Many years ago, that quiet woman stepped on the dew and the fragrance of the field. She was plain and prosperous, so she went to today. I know how tired I am. Behind me, my youth has passed away and the years have withered. Many memories once came across me, but I lost the past. Once, I wrote verses under the moonlight, letting the cold night like water read; Once, I wrote verses on the leaves, letting the gentle spring breeze read; Once, I wrote verses in your eyes, let the love from the bottom of my heart read that time flies and grows every year, which makes my heart grow up unwillingly. I don’t want to grow up, I want to stay forever. I want to integrate into this era, but I don’t know the rules; I want to be an adult, with a heart full of city and wisdom, but a poor and white heart, walking further and further with the noisy people. I knew I lost my way. I wanted to go back to Tang Dynasty or Song Dynasty. Let me sit alone in the west of the small window, with a light curtain, a peach blossom red outside the window, and singing people in the water. It’s so good for me to stitch, write, stare or blow. I can’t pass through, what grazes is just a indifferent heart. I remember that when I got married, brother Beiming sent me a wall calendar, on which two lines of calligraphy were written on the white paper on the back: cultivate the heart and cultivate the nature of heaven. I like it very much, and I also use these two sentences in the two words: in the heart, the nature is in the sky, and the clouds in the dusk rain into the poem. Who can reward the cultivated heart? Cut the lines of poetry can be edited. I hung up that calendar in reverse for several years, and finally lost it after several moves. Yesterday, I went to see his blog and saw a group of old works written by him: Stepping out of the frontier of poetry. It suddenly occurred to me that it was the name of a book, which meant that the word was the end of the poem and was separated from the vast region of the poem. It was sent to me by my cousin more than 20 years ago. At that time, I still couldn’t understand it, so I gave it to him. The days at that time were so beautiful. There was a grass behind my house and several towering trees. I often sat in the grass in a daze and looked at the sky. When I was teaching, there was a rice field at the school gate. After lunch, I often sat alone on the ridge for a long time, watching the green cattail, The Quiet Pond and the rice field like a green blanket, free little frog at that time, I was used to going alone and always liked those things that were useless in others’ eyes. For example, sunshine, breeze, drizzle, Moonlight, meditation or quietness. In 2012, Xiaoxiao finally moved to a new home. By this day, I was 41 years old. This year, there were many setbacks and helplessness. Fortunately, I could laugh it off. If there is no money, there will be no happiness. I am greedy for your embrace, which is the most practical place for me. I am emotional person who cares about many spiritual things. I look at many things from an idealistic perspective, such as love and dreams. I don’t love gold or fur. My ideal life is to be able to enjoy the mountains and waters with the people I love. Life is a journey, and I am willing to be on the road all the time. Even if one day I can’t walk, I believe my heart will always fly in the spiritual world. A few days ago, when we got together with poetry friends, brother Xinghua suggested to drink the flower carving, so we took a taxi to the supermarket to buy two barrels of 12 Jin flower carving. As a result, 10 of us drank a drop without any left. Originally, I am hadn’t even drunk beer. After experiencing again and again, now I won’t shake after drinking a glass of beer, but only after drinking two cups. I had never drunk white wine, but it was said that huadiao was rice wine with low degree, so I was ordered to drink three cups. The wine is served with ginger slices, medlar and rock sugar, which is warm and soft, and feels warm and comfortable. However, sister Xiaoxi said, “This wine is full of needles, and the stamina is really not small. I was scared as soon as I heard it, because I had never been drunk. I felt drunk was horrible and I was afraid of making a fool of myself. I feel dizzy as soon as I feel nervous. For the last Cup, brother Beiming drank half for me. Thank you very much. When I got home, I waited for the onset of drinking power like waiting for the end of the world, but nothing happened but I was particularly sober. I couldn’t sleep after drinking all night, especially this time. I remembered that at the wine table, brother Beiming mentioned the article [Northern February] that I wrote when I was a student. Unexpectedly, he still remembered that article. I said that it was published on [middle school student Expo]. When I got home, I remembered that it was posted on [Chinese newspaper]. Many trivial things are buried by the years of smoke and dust. You need to try to remember them so that you won’t forget them. Then I thought of Bai Xianyong’s [dream of traveling in the garden], and Mrs. Qian, the widow of the absent-minded senior general of Kuomintang, saw her flower-like years in a few cups of flower carvings in a hurry, and saw the love of the old general, I saw the betrayed lover, every day when I was addicted to paper, and in the three cups of flower carvings I drank slowly, I saw my painful past and sad years, why do my eyes always contain tears when I am old? Just because I have learned to cherish. How short life is, it is just the only time for flowers to bloom. I am not afraid of getting old, I am just afraid that I can no longer experience it beautifully. Today is the last day of 2012. I want to thank my relatives and friends for accompanying me all the way. I am not an angel and never smile forever. Please forgive me for my willfulness, stubbornness and neglect. My world is wonderful because of you, and I also hope that I will not bring you haze. Tomorrow is a New Year. Let me give you my best wishes. Everyone passing by, even if just passing by, please take away my heavy wishes! Gently wave your hands, say goodbye to 2012, love you, and have every deep feeling in your life. 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”. 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Cloud

There are still some days when the New Year’s Day of 2015 comes. An impatient acquaintance sent a text message to celebrate the new year. The message of the festival rhymes in accordance with the rut and is smooth and auspicious. You turn to me, I turn to you, and finally I can’t figure out who sent it. After reading this kind of text message too much, I felt like eating astringent green grapes, which made my teeth sour and fell into my stomach. Mobile phone text messages lack the affection, friendship and true feelings of handwritten letters. But now there are all kinds of telephone, mobile phone, Internet, chatting tools, e-mail box and communication tools. The end of the world becomes close at hand, the Earth becomes a small village, and letters are filled with warmth when writing, it has already become the yellow flower of tomorrow. Our nation has a long tradition of spreading love and making friends by letters. When we open the antique poetry collections, the records about letters come to us. The ruler is like Canxue, and it becomes a double carp. If you want to know something in your heart, read the book in your belly. If you don’t shoot the wild goose from the south, you may have a book to send to someone far away. If you want to use this love letter, you will find no evidence at all. This should be The Beautiful Legend of the book spread by Yuyan. FiberHome even san yue, jia shu di vangener. This book came first before it arrived, and I wanted to be on the coast of the isolated city. River san qian li, letter home fifteen lines. There is nothing to say but to return home early. He Shixi opened the book far away, and several lines of letters were worth a thousand dollars. What is recorded here is the yearning for relatives. Seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang city, I want to write a great book. I am afraid that I can’t say anything in a hurry, and the pedestrians will be opened again. Where is the mountain shade looking east? Exchanges 13,000 in. The book is empty and full of paper! Shed tears, and the book will be returned next year. What the poem says should be the precious letter and the difficulty of sending it. Who will send the brocade book in the cloud? yan zi back in, yuemanxilou. Li Qingzhao used the allusions of Huawen brocade and Yan Zu’s biography here, expressing the expectation of Zhao Mingcheng’s love letter and quoting so many verses, it is nothing more than expressing my nostalgia for the happy time recorded in the letter. In the 1980 s and 1990 s, I transferred to several rural middle schools in Junan County to teach. Letters from friends, colleagues and students have given me friendship, support and strength, which have helped me a lot in teaching, and I still have a deep memory of several of them. Those letters recording the veins and textures of emotions are like butterflies flying over the sea of flowers, dancing in memory. Two days when the class has a pretty girl, bright sunshine, learning concentrate on excellent scores. At one stage, I became silent. I quietly observed her and found no problem. Once I wrote a composition, I found a letter she gave me in her homework, and then I understood the reason why she changed recently. Maybe a long time ago, it was destined that the fate of a pretty girl was always difficult, and the beautiful girl was always arrogant and willful, and she often achieved nothing in her career, because the beautiful girl only focused on dressing up, because beautiful girls are always in trouble. This is the case in almost everyone’s eyes, and I have always been confused about it, because I am the praised one among them. I often don’t know how to deal with that kind of situation here. I refused all the appointments, because I still have some ambition, and I don’t have the ability to deal with all the problems that I know, I returned a letter to her quietly (unfortunately, I forgot what I wrote). To that boy, I also wrote a letter to him calmly, ending the order. These two text messages solved the problem. Although I never asked this girl again, the sunshine and brilliance on her face were the illustration. Sometimes writing letters, sending letters, looking forward to letters and reading letters are anxious and happy at the same time. There is such a letter, which makes me feel all this. One student was admitted to an unsatisfactory school and went to a major that he didn’t like. In addition to his mother’s sudden illness, he thought all these were related to him. There is a paragraph in the letter he wrote to me, teacher, no matter what happens, everything is destined. What do you think? I didn’t expect to write this letter to you, but I was afraid that I didn’t have a chance to write it, thus losing an opportunity to make my mother sad. I always wanted to say to my mother that there was no need to be sad when a person died, because the dead person was not painful, but I never knew how to speak to her. Teacher, maybe one day you will tell her, will you? And there is a place where the handwriting is wet by tears. I realized the seriousness of the problem. At that time, there was no phone call and I wrote a long letter of several thousand words overnight. Before dawn, I went to the post office in the village to mail it. After that, I waited anxiously. A week later, his letter came. On the back of the envelope, he wrote heavily on the teacher’s spring with a rough pen. Before I read the letter, I understood that he had figured it out. So far, I felt relieved that I also wrote an anonymous letter with a student. Every time I thought of this letter, a long-lost sweetness and warmth would overflow my heart. There is a young teacher in the school, who is handsome and handsome, and has excellent Chinese lessons, which is very popular among students. There was one problem. When drinking, he was unrestrained. After getting drunk, he made a lot of foreign appearances. For this reason, he was criticized by leaders for many times. After waking up, I decided to change it! But I forgot everything when I picked up the glass. My colleague tried hard to persuade me, but the effect was not good either. When he was drunk again in the dormitory, I wrote a letter to him imitating the tone of the students. The general idea is that we admire you very much in class, We imitate your unrestrained, eloquence, calligraphy and erudism everywhere. It is not too much to express our feelings with high mountains. But you got drunk again and again, and the mountain we were looking up for collapsed. If we do something wrong, you say you hate iron but not steel, then what about yourself? A talented man can’t defeat a cup of shallow water wine? The inscription is: a student who once admired you and now broke your heart. After writing, I found a student, copied it with the paper pulled off from the composition book, and stuffed it into his dormitory through the crack of the door. After he woke up, he read this letter, which shocked him a lot. At first, he searched through the homework of the students in the teaching class, trying to figure out which student wrote the letter and expressed his gratitude to the student. I sat in front of my desk and kept laughing. This letter was very useful, and he read it out from time to time. From then on, he seemed to be a different person and never held a glass. (I have been hiding this from him all the time. In case I see this article, I hope to understand my good intentions.) The long time brings us hope and happy time letters, which have gone away from us, and the rest is only continuous missing. In the long history, our nation has produced a letter with great influence. For example, the book named Ren Shaoqing, the book named breaking off friendship with mountain Juyuan, the book named Liu Yizhang, the book named appreciation Middle School, “And Song and Yuan Si Shu” and so on, the articles are well-known, read often makes people think deeply. In the modern history of China, the great influence was nothing more than Lin Juemin’s book with his wife. We later generations have benefited a lot from it. May those who are busy in the world of mortals pick up the long-lost pen in their spare time and write a letter to their parents, friends, teachers, later studies. Write down the bitterness and happiness of life, the warmth and happiness of family affection, friendship and love, and leave the beautiful and pure witness to the years. 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…