Write spring

In the era of large groups, there were few printed spring couplets sold on the market. In the early stage of reform and opening up, the printed Spring Festival couplets could only be one of the luxuries that only the national cadre families could enjoy economically. Ordinary farmers still bought red paper and asked others to write it. After all, it is more cost-effective to ask someone to write down the wages. When I was in primary school, my father gave me the task of writing spring couplets every year. Of course, it is not for me to write, but for my primary school teacher. The primary school Enlightenment teacher and I am family, the same generation, my age is about 15 years old. People in our age were afraid of teachers from childhood. Even if we didn’t teach us lessons later, we still hid when we saw them. In order to complete this glorious task given by my father, I could only send the red paper to his home with my scalp, saying that I needed to write a few pieces of paper, and which doors were waiting for me, so I turned around and left. As for the specifications and contents of the Spring Festival couplets, the person who wrote the Spring Festival couplets knew about the door of every household without too much explanation. At that time, there were more than 30 households in a production team, and each household needed to post more than 3 pictures. Those who paid attention to it also needed to post them on the cattle pens and pig pens and sheep pen doors. So since, every year, my teacher only write Spring Festival couplets must be written and 100 or 200. Under normal circumstances, the teacher decides the sequence of writing spring couplets according to the time sequence of sending paper. Teachers are private teachers. Before the Spring Festival, they also need to prepare New Year’s goods, such as grinding flour, removing Rice, cleaning up pig pens and cattle pens, just like ordinary householders. If the teacher hadn’t written down the Spring Festival couplets before lunar December 28, we would be defeated. Of course, the way to destroy is not just verbal, but the way to change jobs. For example, when I went there, I asked him if my spring festival couplets had been written well. He would say that he was going to write it in the morning, but the pigsty had not been cleared out yet, so he had to wait until the lights were lit at night. Obviously, in order to get my own spring festival couplets earlier, I had to grab the rake from him (a tool specially used to clean cesspit in my hometown, a weapon similar to pig Bajie) and began to clean up the pigsty, in order to make time for him to write spring couplets for me. The feeling of stepping on pig manure and cow dung is totally different from the feeling of writing with writing brush. The Pigsty is smelly and dirty, so it doesn’t take a long time to clean up a pigsty. Since then, I especially admired this primary school teacher who could write calligraphy. In the process of cleaning up the pigsty, I swore secretly that even if I was a farmer in the future, I would also be a farmer who could write calligraphy. At least I could write spring couplets for others every year, replace these dirty and tired jobs. After I was in junior high school, I picked up the writing brush and practiced writing large characters. At that time, there was no copybook and no special writing paper, so I wrote repeatedly in newspaper. One or two years later, the words written by myself can also be put on the wall. In high school, under the recommendation of the teacher, I bought some copybooks and took time to practice, which made little progress. In 1988, he took part in the calligraphy competition organized by the school and unexpectedly won the first prize of the regular script group. This award greatly encouraged my confidence in learning calligraphy. After joining the army, because there was no field and no time, I once put it aside and put down the practice of calligraphy for many years. However, these did not affect my habit of writing spring couplets every year. In 2010, after I was transferred from the army, I had more spare time. I picked up the writing brush again, starting with regular script, drawing one stroke and one stroke, sticking to it for two or three years. Although little progress has been made, the level of writing Spring Couplets can completely cope with it. Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve. This afternoon, I wrote down the spring couplets of thousands of mountains and green mountains outside the snow melting gate and thousands of families in the world. By tomorrow morning, I will tear off the old symbols of last year and paste the new peaches of this year according to the custom of my hometown. 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…

Dream non-

Yesterday afternoon, I was sitting on the boss’s chair in the office, reading Lu Xun’s essays quietly with reading glasses. Maybe it took me a little longer to read books and my eyes became a little sour, so I closed the books, he stretched himself, stood up and walked to the window, looking at the blue sky and white clouds outside the window. The clouds were strange, unpredictable and unpredictable. You say it is like a sea, it is like the boundless ocean; Say it is like a mountain, it is like the thick, cold and proud Snow Mountains in Xinjiang I stood quietly in front of the window, my heart was immersed in this kind of empty mirage, and I didn’t know why. Looking at me, I was in a trance, and suddenly a sad taste invaded my heart. Watching the night coming, what else can I do for the society, the company and the family in this short period of time? Am I just muddled into the dark sky? I left the window gloomily with thought in my heart, turned back to the table, sat on the boss’s chair with no expression, and began to ponder silently. After thinking about the society for a while and life for a while, my brain hurt and I didn’t figure out any way, which made me very upset. It was time to get off work, he went home listlessly. My wife went to the VIP room to drink the wedding wine of the neighbor girl. I had no appetite for dinner, so I turned on the TV and sat silently on the sofa watching the TV news, after reading a current affairs report about the trial of corrupt officials, I sighed a lot in my heart. I turned off the TV, sat on the sofa and thought about Wen Qiang’s life path for a while, but I had no clue, so he stood up and went to the bathroom to wash his face and feet. Then he pulled the slippers into the bedroom, took off his clothes and got on the bed. He leaned back and covered the quilt. After a while, he fell asleep in a daze. I was wearing a white Taoist robe, holding a rod of iron in my left hand to brush the dust, holding a sword of Qingfeng in my right hand, riding a snow-white tall horse, climbing mountains and mountains, crossing the streets and markets, stabbing corrupt officials and killing corrupt officials, hoe bullies, beat rogues, and guard errands in the north and south of the country. They are more powerful than the old Taoist priest Qiu Chuji who cares about things. They are all mighty and arrogant. They are extremely happy and roar with their heads raised, I woke myself up with laughter. I didn’t know until I woke up that I had a pleasant Knight dream again. It was dawn and morning exercise was still early. I seemed to lie on the bed without sleep, recalling the dream I had just made with my eyes open motionlessly. The wonderful dream made me laugh happily. After laughing for a while, I thought in my heart that there are many officials who neglect their duties, corrupt and accept bribes in the society nowadays, who are wildly wandering in the downtown all day long, deceiving the world and stealing fame, competing for fame and wealth, and harming the country and people; some rogues and bullies with big heads and big ears were wandering around the streets and lanes all day long, rambling arbitrarily, accumulating wealth everywhere, bullying the common people and destroying the harmonious social life, which was really extremely hateful. When I thought about it, I muttered involuntarily: those big tigers who hurt the country and the common people in the society would be scared to sweat and pee their trousers when sleeping every day. Those flies whose conscience couldn’t get peace didn’t do some messy nightmares every day to punish themselves. Let alone the Lord Yan was unhappy, even the two little devils who wanted to live on the horse would be angry. When I was lying on the bed and muttering with my eyes open, I saw Ji Gong floating in front of me in a daze, and I just heard him say to me seriously: Hey, boy, do you know? As long as a person is greedy and evil, he will not have a soul. For a person without soul, some strange dirty things will be continuously born in his belly, and his mind will dream that demons and ghosts will pull his heart and tear his liver every day, pull his lungs, let him die, let him die! Only when a person has conscience, social morality, laws and regulations, family affection and universal love in his heart, can he have soul. Only people with souls can dream of the Northern Lights every day, live carefree and carefree life. 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…

Trail

The bloody canyang dragged a long figure and gradually escaped away from the distant Camel Bell. The green grass overflowed the cobblestone paved exquisite and delicate path. The towering trees on the roadside covered the sky over the ancient road, in this empty valley, the ancient road is like a fallen giant lying quietly in thorns and weeds. Have you ever remembered that the dust is flying, the merchants are like clouds, and the horseshoe is sonorous, bearing the weight again and again? At this time, you can only listen to the whispers of the insects silently, the crisp bird is singing. Stepping on the ancient road gently, I was afraid that the sound of steps woke up the sleeping history. Prosperity drifted away like smoke and clouds. Once there was fire and heat on the desolate land. Blood and tears were intertwined. With the pace of the times, it slowly fell off and fled to a long distance, leaving a sad and vigorous song, singing from the mountain wind over and over again till now. Sitting in the ancient road, listening with breath, every trace gently tells its glorious history, as if returning to yesterday when the male horse howled, the sound of wind, rain, South-to-North tune and tired footsteps intertwined, resounding through the empty valley, it warms the land. Now there is a trace of green on the silent ancient road. The dust has already become the past, but my heart cannot walk out of the flying dust, because my heart belongs to the old time and the winding and extending ancient road. Through the misty eyes, we can see through the floating magic like mist, which aroused a kind of touch in our heart. The historical footprints erase the sadness of the past and leave wisps of fragrance over the ancient road. The thousand-year-old caravans are as lonely as the shadow. In front of them is the endless ancient road, hardship and hardship. What gives them strength to move forward continuously and slowly, shouting desolate and tragic, resounding through the sky! An era creates a kind of spirit, and a kind of spirit breeds an ideal. Now this ancient road is like a collection of ancient poems, and the flowing gold of canyang is like meteors, falling into the eternal belief. The West Wind of the ancient road, the sunset, where is the heartbroken person? Praise on May 23th, 2013 (prose editor: Ink drops into wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Spare

As soon as one’s heart is idle, he will feel that nothing is a matter. No matter it is today or tomorrow, life will be idle. For example, when the wind blows, he will lie on the window and watch the wind blankly. Watching the wind blowing from the south, passing across the vast field, then passing over the treetops on the mountains, and stepping over the top of the mountain, stopping in the bamboo forest for a while, entering the roof of the north, there was no sight. This side disappeared, and then another pull caught up, like invisible waves, surprised in your eyes, dancing. Yi! I crazy? How could the Wind Dance? It was the tree nodding, the flower branches trembling, the grass trembling layer by layer, and the microwave on the lake surface… isn’t it the wind dancing in disguised form. Wind is free, not limited to some form of dance, it is the most lovable in spring. It drove away the cold winter, putting green robes on the boundless fields; Urging a new green tree, making peach blossom, Li Huaer and pear flowers bloom on the branches; Blowing warm the river, let the little fish open for a while in the water to discuss the event about the inheritance of their family; Blow the seeds in the hands of the working people open a small crack, and the tiny buds come out; the children’s cotton-padded clothes were blown off, which made the adults put down the reserve of the past and fly kites while the spring sun was warm. Then they helped to plucked up their cheeks and blew the kites in the air at one breath; The old people’s pleated smiling faces were blown; it made the young boys and girls in Huaichun feel more ashamed, walking in the sea of flowers holding hands to see the most primitive innocence of life everywhere; The Swallow was sent, and the diesel engine was even sounded, let the good ploughers start to be busy in the field. The wind in spring is soft, and when it blows on my face, it is like my mother’s delicate hands gently brushing my face when she was a child; It is shaped, the thin leaves were cut beautifully by it carefully; It was Huaichun, have you seen the fish with its belly bulging? They are really looking for the love of the opposite sex happily, twisting their bodies freely in the water and swimming back and forth; They are even more Naughty. Look at the neighbor’s sister-in-law who is pulling the long film to cover the seed, it almost drove her even the film company into the rice field as soon as it ran over. Does it bully her too? No, it didn’t even let go of the burly man. He just watched him press the film into the ground and didn’t cover it with soil, so it blew hard, Oh! He wanted to lift his thin film again, but he caught it with one hand, but the mud splashed up and covered his face. There was a big mud monkey at once, and it roared away proudly. The wind is more adorable in summer. The people who were working in the fields were so hot that they had nowhere to hide. They were looking forward to it, or simply took off their hats and slapped them twice! The wind is too small, just put on the hat to make your hands free, Arch into a 0 shape and shout the wind to the sky! xi feng! Oh Oh! After a few consecutive calls, it seemed that it was really listening to the cry in the distance, and came with a strong wind. A gust of cool wind blew people’s hearts, which could be used. But its naughty temper also came, blowing off the hats on people’s heads, and they were busy picking up hats again! He didn’t stop his hatred. He saw a little girl wearing a flower umbrella on the road, wearing a flower skirt again. The umbrella ran away and the skirt blew open. The little girl was in a hurry and pressed the skirt again, they went to chase the umbrella again. The boys nearby chuckled and helped to pick up the small flower umbrella and handed it to the little girl. The little girl thanked and was ashamed, which made the little girl’s small faces red. There was a young man fishing under the shade of the tree. It blew his buoy up and down, making the young man think that the fish was hooked! Pull up and have a look, empty, muttering small mouth straight to the wind complaining. The first piece of dead leaves was blown down by the wind, indicating the official arrival of autumn. It continued to stir in the treetop, blowing the dead leaves one after another, so that the tree could store water well for the winter; The oranges were ripe, it seemed to be afraid that others would not know it, and hurried to join in the fun, fluttering orange into people’s nostrils, seducing them to pick up their harvest fruits with baskets; The rice in the rice field was ripe, it blew the rice forward wave after wave, and the Harvester was busy collecting the rice. It wanted to make a trick, but smart people put the bucket out of the straw low. When it blew, the broken straw could only be rolled up a little high all the time, it fell down again and collapsed obediently on the ridge of the field. It ran to the terrace where the millet was basked again unconvinced. People laughed when they saw it coming. Are you here? It’s better if you come here, millet will work faster! The wind can take up less than half of the price, where do you come from and where do you go back! If the wind in the first three seasons was a naughty and willful young man, then the wind in winter was just like a stern old father, beating the old tree with a whip in his hand and trembling, which hurt people’s faces, people were not stupid. They hid in the room to warm the fire obediently and let it roar outside. They ran in anger and the old father saw that he was hard and soft, and wanted to surprise his children. It brought water drops to her mother-in-law, and it changed into a great magic. It opened the sky and floated the snowflakes. It floated quietly all night. The next morning, people opened the door and saw the world wrapped in silver. They were very happy to see that the tree turned into Jade Tree and silver flower, and there was a thick layer of ice in the small pond, quickly ran out of the House, fought snowballs, made snowmen, went to the small pond to fetch ice and floated on the ice, screaming, the wind was smiling in the air and watching its children playing. I like the wind, so when I am free, I will watch the wind, see the naughty look of the wind; Listen to the wind, listen to the rustling sound of it blowing through the woods; Say the wind, it was said that the wind caused us strange and funny moments, and then we couldn’t help describing its wayward appearance. The wind is warm, but also irritable: such as tornado, Typhoon, etc. The harm this kind of wind brings to human beings is sometimes immeasurable, and we have to make its character tend to be peaceful. Let’s take good care of the nature and protect the forest! Stop cutting down and fighting for more green vegetation, then the wind can be gentle and do many things that are very beneficial to the people for us. Even if it is naughty, it is just like what I have described. 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…

Worship

Every time I see old couples resting on the tree-lined bench with snow covering their heads for dozens of years, every time I see young mother in gorgeous clothes strolling on the small and medium-sized Road in the garden with flowers and flowers, when Shier bent down and bowed his back and murmured with the fat and lovely baby, whenever I saw the young and beautiful boys and girls spreading laughter all the way, whenever I saw smiling faces full of sunshine, I thought of my father when I held hands sincerely and hugged each other one by one. As time flies, the past is like the clouds of the past, illusory and looming. As time goes by, they also fade away and disappear gradually. The trauma of the soul also makes time polished and ironed. It sounds as if all these are so unreal, like a dream that does not exist, like a story, a legend. I tell you, these are all true portrayal. We measured it step by step with the steps of history. Every step we walk is full of pain and tears, and every step is full of pain and sadness. The life path experienced by our ancestors and ancestors may be more tortuous and bumpy, and their experiences are more dangerous and difficult. May our descendants have less pain, less sadness, more happiness and more happiness. The sky was gray, like a dark gray lead plate pressing down to the ground. Smog is like a curtain that cannot be opened. It makes the mountains in the distance vaguely show a vague outline. The cold wind was bleak, and there was a pungent smell in the air. It is a kind of disgusting, suffocating smell, a kind of smell of the dead. A row of pine and cypress, standing straight and stiff. Although it is verdant and green, it is like cold iron blocks painted with green oil, giving people a feeling of timidity, fear and trembling. This is a day in early April, and there is still some time before Tomb Sweeping Day. There were only several Liao Liao people in the cemetery, which was even more desolate. Dad, I came to see you. Mom, sister, brother, we are all very good. On behalf of all of you, I have come to see you. Do you live well in heaven? I hope it is a paradise of no dispute, no discrimination, no persecution, happiness and freedom. Your life is bumpy, and you haven’t enjoyed a few days in the world. May you live happily in heaven. This tombstone is only your last footprint in the world, and the cold cemetery is only the place where you rest for the last time in the world. Whenever I think of the heartbreaking and desperate scene when my father stayed in the world, I can’t help thinking about it with tears in my eyes. Although you have suffered a lot in your life, you are still calm. There are not too many regrets left. Come here in vain and walk quietly. Whenever I think of the horrible days you have experienced, I feel like splitting my canthus and pouring blood into my pupil. It was an era full of violence and bloody smell. My father was devastated and persecuted and lived like a year. I finally got through it, but it was not easy. However, after a period of time, I could not hear anything outside the window, and I spent a peaceful life in the Spring and Autumn period. Although life was a little hard at that time, there were also problems such as laid-off children and going to the countryside, which brought troubles in life. But the repressed political environment faded away. Life was quite satisfactory, and I had a period of leisure life which was isolated from the world. Qingshui bitter tea talks about the Sun and Moon, raising chickens and growing vegetables will turn to Qiankun. Father is a cautious person. Serious work, competitive industry. Treat colleagues politely and respond to their requests, which is highly respected by everyone. He is an amiable and respectable person. He is also a good gentleman who works in a low profile. Father, the political movement he had experienced in his whole life was like the waves of the sea, one wave after another, gushing out constantly. The political vortex is like a storm. Although it can wash the sand and dust, it can also damage branches and fold flowers without mercy and ravage for no reason. Many litterateurs, social elites and talented people were forcibly detained for various strange crimes and persecuted. My father always skating over thin ice, dare not go one step beyond the prescribed limit. I calmed down a lot and murmured to the tombstone. Father, please be assured to go. Now everything is different from the time you lived. Now the living environment is very loose, and we are all retired. Our salary increases year by year, and we live a carefree life. Mom is also in good health, and everyone cares about each other happily. Writer: Zang qiying 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…

Winter

The season has reached the end of the year, the winter in the northwest border of the motherland, the temperature dropped to minus 20 degrees. I walked out of the house with heating, and a chill came. I couldn’t help shivering a few times, and my mood became cold with it, so I walked aimlessly to the street. When I saw people in a hurry with different facial expressions in the crowded streets, my complicated thoughts became more complicated at once. The memory that should not be forgotten soon brought me to my unforgettable hometown, and the time went back to the miserable time of my childhood and childhood. My hometown is in the mountainous area of southwest Sichuan. Since I was the governor, I have seen the figures of my parents getting up early and busy in the dark and their sad faces because of lack of clothes and eating less, although I don’t understand why every family in the mountain is poor? But what seems to have been perceived by my faint painful mind? Therefore, I studied hard to find the answer in knowledge, and also wanted to change the poor and backward appearance of my hometown. With the increase of age and knowledge, the poor environment made my will stronger and stronger. Colorful dreams lured me forward bravely. In the morning and evening of many cold winters, I ran on the way to school and home with bare feet despite my thin clothes. Year after year, I gradually grew up in the tough winter one after another, and gradually understood that the complexity and disorder of the world were due to the heavy pressure of politics and the darkness of society, it brought endless sufferings to countless civilians. At the same time, it also made me gradually understand what is true, good and beautiful in the world during the process of growing up? What is false, evil, ugly? When I entered the most precious youth in my life, the absurd politics of family background which was rare in the world forced me to leave my hometown with tears and say goodbye to my relatives one day at the end of that year, I went to a foreign country in confusion. From then on, I trudged lonely and difficult in the miserable journey of life. The noise of the busy crowd and the harsh sound of the car whistle on the street called me back from the deep thoughts. I avoided the crowd and the car, from a trail to the Riverside which flows through the center of the city. Because of the low sky curtain in winter, the boundary between the world and the Earth can not be seen, and there are ice and snow everywhere. The cold breath is immersed in the skin and heart. I got into the forest where there was natural growth and artificial planting along the river. I saw trees without leaves, only dense branches and tendrils trembling in the cold wind. They depended on each other and loved each other, enduring the invasion of wind, rain, snow and frost, enduring loneliness and silence, keeping his square inch of land year after year, and time slipped quietly by them, they always insist on going through the course of their lives persistently. How admirable they are! Looking at these silent creatures, touching the scene and feeling suddenly made my ideological trend rolling and sentimental, and my soul felt extremely confused in the interweaving of history and reality. Due to the random arrangement of fate, I came over from adversity and entered the city built by reinforced concrete unexpectedly. In the noisy city, I was far away from the wonderful nature and the hot land in the countryside, and gradually became unfamiliar with the simple and kind people at the bottom. In order to work and lose the so-called face of innocence, I had to smile stiffly every day when I met my boss and colleagues. I gradually became indifferent to the original enthusiasm and was as busy as a walking corpse. Looking at the trees growing freely, I couldn’t help admiring them. They grew freely and calmly on this secluded land, despising the troubles of the world of mortals, he is not bound by the twists and turns of the world, and lives without any cover with his true face. Although he tightens his body due to the severe winter, he stands deep and silently, but when the spring breeze blows, they will stretch their branches as much as they like, and soon they will be luxuriant, lush and full of vigour. In the boundless sky, when flowers bloom, they will have different colors and fruits, and try their best to show themselves. When I was close to these ordinary creatures, I thought that my childhood was so naive and fearless. But now I live in a city like a huge and indifferent machine. Informatization, modernization and ruthlessly devouring me, working day after day, always thinking about fame and oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, I lost my true nature and enthusiasm for striving for my ideal gradually. I wanted to be quiet but could not be quiet. I wanted to be indifferent but it was inappropriate. I asked myself from time to time: Is this the dream I pursued in my childhood? Recalling how many joys and sorrows I have experienced in the long journey of life? How many times have I been moved to tears for my true feelings! Especially those friends I once met who were at the bottom of the society, honest and kind, hardworking and simple. Their deep friendship for me has been forgotten now, why doesn’t this make people feel ashamed? Although the time of being close with them has become the history of the past, their voices and smiles always stay in my heart, which evokes my infinite feelings from time to time. Now, I deeply feel that with the operation of Qiankun and the alternation of four seasons, no matter what changes will happen to the world and society in the future? However, human beings will still go from generation to generation. Everyone who comes to this world has emotions. Everyone will be in the communication of friendship. We should not grieve for losing, don’t complain about others for what you haven’t got, as long as we all have a childlike heart of gold, a grateful heart and an open-minded mind to deal with others, it will certainly win the care, trust and respect of relatives and friends. Believe: The true feelings in the world will never disappear! 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…

Love

22 years ago, my hometown and countryside were living in poverty. Besides the meager several mu of responsibility farmland, farmers made a living in order to supply the daily living expenses, every family feeds a small number of poultry and livestock. At that time, I just graduated from school and entered the society. The main source of income that can support me after finishing middle school is the income created by a sow raised by my family. Maybe it is because of the old and weak! I witnessed the painful appearance when it died after giving birth to the piglet for the last time. Like human beings, animals also have feelings. With the mood and feeling at that time, I took notes of the scene at that time. Inscription it was about to give birth, holding the grass, anxiously looking east and west to find the night fell, and the time soon approached 22o’clock. Suddenly, with a cry of piglet, it has already brought down a small life. The master guarded it, and it lay painfully and quietly. On and off at 3 am the next day, only four pigs were born. The host was sleepless all night and woke up in the dim light. It was already 5 o’clock in the morning. The sky was slightly bright, and luckily there was another piglet. At this time, there were already five in total. The host sighed to himself with a little unfortunate consciousness: only five were born, alas! After enduring the pain of giving birth overnight, he finally stood up, walked to the food trough and ate some soft chaff food mixed with vegetables. Then I breastfeed my child. From its docile eyes, it can be seen that it loves its children very much. I am glad that the sunlight gradually weakens and the house looks a little dim. Suddenly, the owner accidentally saw a slightly bright thing discharging from the place where it gave birth to the baby, as if it had given birth to the pig again. The owner hurriedly grabbed it with a wooden stick, but did not move. The owner opened the door and looked at it, stunned: a tube like large intestine has been discharged nearly one foot long. I immediately recalled that the death of a sow fed by my neighbor two years ago was also due to the discharge of this tube. Thinking of this, I feel bad. In the afternoon, the host finally invited the veterinarian from the village. When the young veterinarian saw this situation, he said that he had never encountered this kind of situation when he was practicing medicine, and he was helpless. After hearing the news, the neighbor said to the host: no rescue a series of comparisons and taking the death of a sow he once Fed as an example, he told a lot of reasons for no rescue. I didn’t know whether it was really hopeless or whether the veterinarian’s heart was poured cold, so I made a helpless decision. At this time, the host had to watch it helplessly, and lay down immediately after coming together. Looking around, he seemed to have a premonition that he was about to leave and that he didn’t repay the host for his nostalgia and confession. The newborn piglet was not sensible, and she didn’t know that her mother was suffering from the threat of death and illness, so she cried out with hunger. When it heard the child’s cry, it finally pulled the gradually stretched tube to the side of the children regardless of everything and took a look at it, I didn’t know whether it was because my child was put in a bucket or painful, so I lay down again. As long as the pigs cried, their eyes would be wide open, and their ears stretched out strongly that night. There was no movement, and the owner let the pigs eat milk. The piglet sucked the last separated milk desperately, sucked the milk with strong mother-child affection, sucked the last Comfort left by his mother, and sucked the last living efforts of his mother. At this time, it seemed to feel a little comfort and relief left to the children on the eve of death. It felt that it could not accompany and raise its children to grow up and shed tears. He looked at the piglet coming to his mouth with his kind eyes open, as if to say: children, I’m sorry! It’s not that mother left you cruelly, leaving you who were born for one day. Children, don’t you see that terrible tube? It is to separate our mother and son! Children, I am sorry for you. You seem to shed sad tears again. The Sky is slightly bright, and it is nearly five o’clock. Because the tube was dragged and dragged on the ground, it was cut and blood flowed out. It feels much more painful, and it feels powerless. It felt that death had stretched out its deadly claws. It made up its last strength and hurriedly walked around the master’s main room. After looking at everything around, he put the familiar scenery in his eyes, and then came to the wooden bucket with his own children. He glanced at it, and cried sadly as if he was afraid of waking them up. The blood is running out; The power is almost over. In order not to die beside the child and not let the child wake up to see it, it is more painful. It surprisingly exerted its potential, desperately crossing a trunk on the ground and getting into a broken chicken cage. In order to have a last look at the children in the wooden barrel in the East before they die. He turned around with the pain of heart-wrenching, with his head heading east and his tail facing west lying beside the chicken cage. His front half was in the cage, his head stretched out from the broken cage, and his back half was outside the cage, has bright. The host saw the place where it was lying in the light of the day, thinking that he was sleeping, but did not expect that he had been dead for a long time. When the sun came out, it found that it was stiff and there was a pit behind it, which was the witness of its fight with death before its death. It left and completed its final mission. It left with regrets and tears. It left and exhausted its own efforts. It’s gone, with a touch of love that is hard to break. It went away on February 29th, 2012 like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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”. 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April, the season of happiness and sorrow (the 11th issue of selected writers) article/Ma Jiu (QQ:598849504) early in the morning, I just got up and found four or five cicadas were flying around in the room, maybe they want to go back to nature and have lost their way. Only a few days before you were born, you spread it to the House boldly. As soon as I opened the door, they went away only to hit the nature. The day of April is dull and irritable. The sunshine is hot in April. Even if you are holding an umbrella on the road, you will feel a slight pain on your face after a long time. When the asphalt on the road is dried, it is inevitable that your sole will be covered with a layer of asphalt, and your steps will be stumbling and heavy. Cicadas cried feebly on the tree, dogs on the roadside were spitting out letters, and the sound of driving cars was dull and feeble! The rain in April comes and comes and goes. It’s graceful and eccentric! If you go out in April, remember to bring rain gear no matter how sunny the weather is. Otherwise, no one can help you when the wind comes and rain comes. Ask for trouble and let the rain Go! The day of April is also full of vitality. The other night, when the sun was setting. The old people carried their princes to the courtyard to enjoy the cool, chatted and began to chat. There were a group of kids here, some playing hide-and-seek in the woodpile beside the house, some playing in a circle on the playground, and some playing with each other. Look at their appearance, they are innocent, carefree and happy! Young men and women walked towards the village head one by one. They held hands, talking and laughing, sweet. Oh, you are still in the grass to hear the more lively things. They are holding a very big concert! Cricket is playing the piano, Locust is singing, frog is chanting poems. Everyone rushed to make a debut, which was very lively. It was getting dark, and they began to light flashing lights, flashing, high and low, chasing after each other. The atmosphere became more and more warm, and the sense of space gradually enhanced. Yes, maybe fireflies feel tired too, crawling on the grass for a rest, but the light is still the same! April is busy. Some of the farmer’s grains have just been planted, some have just sprouted, and some have already had three or four leaves; Some have just been inserted for a long time, and some have already recovered to new green. Enjoy the sunshine and rain, so cool, swinging in the breeze. Children began to fish in the river. Their Paradise was by the river and in the water. Maybe they could not feel the heat of April, but only joy! Flowers are everywhere, and hardworking bees are busy collecting honey. Birds in the forest are singing happily, making friends, building nests and multiplying offspring. In April, a sapling that feels depressed and decadent at ordinary times, you will find that you have already pulled out new buds, and it is very tall and green by accident. It makes you feel incredible, and also makes you feel vigorous, giving people the hope and power of life. Nature took off its old clothes and put on new clothes after the cold test of a winter, busy to welcome another summer. April makes people happy and worry. 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…