过年

春节的又一名称叫过年,是中国最盛大、最热闹、最重要的古老传统节日。农历岁尾称为年,年的次日便是新春,是又一年的岁首,称为春节,合在一起我们更习惯地称之为过年,过大年。 说到过年,中国人未免有一种自豪由心而生,因为她是中国人所独有的节日,是中华民族文明的集中表现,历史悠久况味悠长。年之大承上启下,中国人习惯在年到来之前,抓紧时间完成当年的各项事务,无论是事业、工作或家庭事务,都要抓紧时间处理妥善安排停当,方可安安心心过大年。大年一过,人们就像惊蛰苏醒的虫子一样,从春节的小长假里脱胎换骨,以全新的面貌迎接新的春天,新的一年。 土生土长的东北人,对于粘豆包,杀猪菜,冰糖葫芦,冻豆腐,恐怕没有人不喜欢的吧?大冬天的,热气腾腾地吃上一口粘豆包,夹一口杀猪菜,咬一口冒汤儿的冻豆腐,别说东北人美不自禁,就连外地人也被感染得垂涎欲滴流连忘返。 小的时候,我们盼腊八,因为奶奶常说,过了腊八便是年。喝着腊八粥,舔着碗沿,瞄着挂历,想着过年,心里那个美呦! 接着,气温一天比一天低,可是我们心里的热情并没有消减,相反随着满街筒子渐渐红火的生意,越发显得高涨。穿着厚厚的娘亲亲手做的碎花棉袄棉裤,戴上棉手闷子,两只朝天辫子系着红头绳,连跑带颠地在巷子里穿行。 鞭炮摊子排着长龙,披着红衣卷着身子的小鞭,或折叠成小挂精致摆放,或卷成大的一个个圆状,之后按大小又摆成立体塔形,密密匝匝拔地而起,煞是好看;捆成捆的二踢脚,憨态可掬,集体卷起裤管,仿佛要奔赴一场盛宴之河;千娇百态的礼花各居一隅,好一副 腹盛诗书 气自华;钻天猴小地雷擦炮捏炮更是小巧玲珑,神通广大,直捣男孩子的目光,恐怕他们成天捂着的零花钱再也留不住了。女孩虽也喜欢鞭炮,但那不是她的最爱,漂亮的头饰,漂亮的衣服才是她们的最爱。她们围着首饰摊子(与其说是首饰,其实只是一些价格极尽便宜的饰品)一惊一乍地挑选着,摸着喜爱的饰品,一个发夹或一个项链,爱不释手,带上发髻、项上又放下,最后摸着兜里的几个钢镚还是悻悻地走开了,回到家里暗自使劲过年攒下压岁钱再买。唯独那漂亮的衣服还是要哄爸妈掏腰包。说来容易,还是要煞费一番苦心的。软磨硬泡,直到爸妈应下才肯罢休,之后便是痒痒地等待着,等待着腊月二十三之前的某一日,那个让人如愿以偿的时刻。现在想想不禁哑然失笑。那种在父母面前,刁蛮任性天真无邪的样子,被年轮勒紧的尺码捆在了那一刻,成为永不褪色的记忆。 小时候,我们盼小年。快到小年腊月二十三了,家家开始蒸豆包杀年猪,有的还做两个豆腐,三五升大豆侵泡磨成浆,调上卤水压成豆腐块,大豆腐冻豆腐过年的时候就管够吃了。腊月十六七,大概也该放寒假了,腋下夹着寒假作业本,肩上斜挎着书包,钻进大烟小气的房子,满屋子都是粘豆包的酸甜味道,热炕头上大缸小缸一大排,大盆小盆盛着黄色或白色也有褐色的面团,它们统统是粘面掺笨面合成的面团,在热炕头上自然发酵。红小豆胡熟了叉碎成馅泥,馅泥里放糖,把发好的粘面团做成剂子包成粘豆包,贴上蘇子叶,排满盖帘子,大小笼屉顶汽蒸熟,一屉一屉放凉,冻上,放在一个自制的茓子,把大量的粘豆包茓起来,等杀了猪,汇制了杀猪菜(酸菜,胡肉汤,五花片肉,冻豆腐)正腊月的主打吃食就这么宏大的有了着落。 还记得,我们在村外河套的冰面上玩够了,淘累了进下屋(厢房,通常是不烧火用来储藏粮食安放吃喝物的地方)就可以抓一个冻了的豆包大口大口啃起来,到酸菜缸或咸白菜缸挑顶嫩的白菜心儿拽下来,撕成宽粉状一条条的,再就上几瓣大个紫皮子蒜瓣,一冷一酸一辣交替吃起来,彼此唏嘘着,甭说有多过瘾了。那种味道,让我记忆犹新。每每回忆起来,口水会不禁流了出来。 小时候,我们盼过年。年到来之际,手头并不宽裕的爸妈,总是煞费思量地为家里孩子制备新衣服,即使是每人一件,也让他们费劲皱褶。大孩子小孩子搭配着裁剪,颜色也搭配一下,这样布料不浪费孩子都有新衣服穿。他们说,让孩子身上见见新,过年了嘛。还有一个原因,那就是以添新衣服这种形式,在孩子身上来寄托他们更殷切的希望,希望孩子都穿得暖暖的体体面面的,在新的一年,有一个新的基础和起点。而且年龄越小的孩子一定会在年夜时,得到母亲一个精心包裹的红包,里面是五元或十元的老头票,叫压岁钱。虽然面值不大,但在八十年代却也是不小的了。它承载着父母的愿望,寄托福运财运。不管我们现在拥有多少钱、黄金首饰,那儿时的红包又是多么珍贵的财富啊!它带着爸妈的体温,让我们久久沉浸在幸福之中。直到今天,我们依然喜欢以红包的形式在年夜上给孩子一个温暖的祝福,捎带也重温了我们儿时的幸福时刻。 小的时候,我们盼过年。一进腊月门子,爸妈就准备包括粘豆包在内的各种吃喝。小到炒瓜子,毛嗑、冬瓜籽、西咕噜籽、倭瓜籽、松子一一俱全;大到杀猪宰鸡、腌制咸肉豆腐,羊肉驴肉也制备下三两斤。紧接着盼着三大姑八大姨远近叔伯亲戚来串门,我们也跟着盼他们来。虽然他们来连吃带喝包揽了我们渴望到嘴的全部美食,但是我们也跟着饱了眼福,至少渴望已久的味蕾在残羹剩饭中得到了极大地慰藉。听着他们海阔天空地聊家常,我们忙不迭地往嘴里送着桌上剩下的美味,最后做着鬼脸逃之夭夭,去了河套。在溢上两岸的冰面上开心玩耍,直到太阳载西才鬼鬼祟祟地回到家里,偷看来了的客人是不是离开了。 小时候,我们盼过年。渴望年的那一天。在那一天里,我们真正长了一岁,向大人更靠近一步了,一种大了的荣耀感会让我们忘乎所以。在大人放弃了紧张劳作的那根线,悠闲地嗑着瓜子,打着扑克瞧着小牌的时候;在大人们不要求我们做作业,做家务,放任了我们自由的丫子在天地间疯野的时候。我们趁他们麻痹的松懈中,偷了家里哥哥姐姐的高跷,在草堂里绑了双腿,走来走去,摆着怪态,做上一回天马行空般的勇士。而后又偷偷还回了那高跷,顾自喜滋滋地偷着高兴 踩高跷走路,美得不成样子了。间或也有捅娄子的时候,摔了跤,或是弄坏了高跷。摔跤了,揉揉没大碍,就谢天谢地了,心里庆幸吧!要是摔坏了胯骨、腿,或弄坏了高跷,准是要挨打的。 过年,童年天堂一般的日子;儿时的天真无邪,美妙了岁月的痕迹,在记忆里轻轻展开 大一点的时候,寒假中最舒服的日子,要数正月的那两周了。气温在一点点回升,早晨可以睡到太阳晒屁股再起床,早饭两个粘豆包就着热气腾腾的杀猪菜;血肠排骨金灿灿的,也能挑挑拣拣地粘上一点蒜酱,美美地送进口里。太阳暖融融的,穿棉袄棉裤怕是热了。于是不再出去满山野跑了,索性拉上小伙伴,去谁家看电视。 西游记,看上一连就是好几集。孙悟空一个跟头十万八千里,除妖降魔;八戒憨态可掬,甚是搞笑;沙和尚五官端正,做事有板有眼,堪称徒弟之楷模;唯有唐僧菩萨心肠却受尽九九八十一难!师徒四人,承大唐之重任,去西天取真经,来匡扶大唐之江山。那电视剧中的大圣才是少年时的最爱,不光是他的神通广大,更多的是他给我们树立了勇于挑战百折不挠的精神吧!? 大一点的时候,总是跟婶婶或姐姐学了缝制口袋的手艺。那是一个由六片大小相等,颜色绝对可以不一样的正方形花布手工缝制成的六边形正方体,内装谷物七八分满的玩具,我们那时叫口袋,玩起来叫打口袋或踢口袋,现在叫丢沙包。那时没现在五花八门的玩具,打起口袋又蹦又跳的,很有热情,即使那时不怎么晓得锻炼身体的益处,却实实在在地体会到了出一身汗后,身体的轻松和矫捷。还有趁寒假还没结束,用废弃的麻绳或头一年秋天扒了埋在地下废弃了的地膜,(从土里掏出来还是新的韧性十足的料子)搓成细绳,用来跳皮筋。变着花样跳,于绳子间飞上飞下,身轻如燕,行走如飞。从日上三竿跳到炊烟袅袅才肯罢休。少年的梦是风光的梦,带着冲劲还有韧性。如今想起来,还有年的味道一并在心坎上。 再大一点的时候,我们盼过年。似乎有了预谋一般,在元旦期末考试前的日子,就蠢蠢欲动,三五个要好的时常挤在一起,筹划寒假的日子。寒假一到,书包一甩,一并去哪里河套滑冰,打冰尜,砸冰钻洞抓鱼;一并去哪里爬山撵山兔子;去冒白烟的北山上,满大石砬子中转悠找老鹰,掏老鹰蛋。老鹰大过年的,干什么去了呢?她也去备年货去了吗?呵呵,反正不在家,找找它们的窝看看有没有新下的蛋,说不定它们的窝和我们的家一样,暖和着呢,要不它们的孩子咋度过寒冷的冬天的啊!有人说女孩子太野长大了没人敢要,可那时偏偏喜欢变着花样地淘气。 但我也有文静的时候。滑冰时,两岸颤栗的蒿草、冬眠的灌木挂满了霜花,它们无疑成了我心中的神。形态各异的娇柔成就了我心中稚嫩的诗句,牵动着我幼稚的联想。对冰层中形态各异漂亮的冰花也会凝神久久,它们的精致与玲珑镌刻在冰层中,仿佛是自然界倾情的馈赠,如玉般温润纯洁无暇,存在于喧嚣和静静向前的节奏中,温良质感。在寂寞的大山里,偶尔会窜出一只小鸟,弹落荆棘上的雪花,或小北风微微一吹,吹落树枝上还没来不及融化的积雪,也会令我欢喜,欣欣然一阵子。年少时的梦有些懵懂,有些蓬勃,让人念念不忘。 再大一点的时候,我们盼过年。正月雨水过后,洋气上转,顺河看那杨柳。鹅黄色的柳条丝绦一样开始窈窕起来,嗅着春的气息,觉得阳光洒满河岸。春寒料峭的时节,犹如人清纯的年龄,热切得让人心生激动和担忧,骨子里溢满青春的骚动,这种骚动诗一样的青涩还有不羁。 因为过年,年少的我们,可以和大人享受一年难得休憩的时日,大人不给我们派活,不要求我们做作业,也不给我们界定活动范围,这就成就了我们年少时的梦。想想没有游乐场,没有游戏机,没有电脑,没有掌上电脑,坐在童年自制的冰车上顺河惯性而下,依然玩得不亦乐乎。大山、河道、冰川、甚至一座座柴火垛都成了我们玩耍的天堂,惬意的乐园,少年时的最美的乡野。 走出学校,是哪一年,现在已经记不清了。相继选择了并不能称之为称心的职业,辗转一个又一个可以给你带来希望收获和热情的工作岗位,又先后放弃,最终选择了自由职业,而一发不可收拾。其中的苦与乐,卑微与荣耀,却显得无足轻重。因为激情燃烧的岁月这一切显得格外葱茏。不与文字接触,提起笔来都有写不完的心里话,失落收获还有感想,与过年的味道糅合在一起,在心灵的味蕾里咀嚼。那时的自己仍不是家里的主力,仍有大量的时间供自己支配,那时已经清楚过年的真正意义了。年是农历十二月的最后一天,一年的结束,一年成绩的总结和收获的盘点。同时新的一年即将开始,上一年的成绩无论大小,收获是否丰厚,都将成为新的一年的奠基,以饱满的情绪来展望新的一年。 走出学校,那会儿朝气蓬勃,一张白纸一样炫目,人生还没铺开,对于自己的财运人气总是乐观。全世界的美丽绽放在眼前的那一刻,我们忘记了自己的渺小。急不可耐地成了其中的一个份子。在你眼里没有困难心计险恶,因为在你的心里有从书本学来的理念,爸妈言传身教的仁义礼智信,老师教诲的知识,你满腔热情地工作着。就像年夜顾自绽放的礼花,她的美丽与绚烂,其实和她身边的一切密不可分,而她并不觉得自身以外的任何烘托曾存在过。当经历了尽情的绽放后,落地的那一刹那,才发现自己的虚无和空洞,没有鞭炮震耳欲聋的功夫,绽开后满地落红的姿态,所有的峥嵘就在激情燃烧的一刹那烟飞灰散,因为并不饱满的韧性,虚夸了成熟的标榜,你开始沉默并隐忍。如同今年腊月并不景气的经济,望着过年的诱惑,在做最最耐心顽强地隐忍。 走出学校,意味着脱离了书本,脱离了被爸妈供养的位置,融入社会这个大家庭。厌恶读书,喜欢读书,字面上理解是两个对立的态度。但在某一个特定时期,会形成一个彻头彻尾的统一,也可能会悄悄转化。而这种统一或转化恰恰成就了人一生的走向。离开学校的那会儿,漫无边际地尝试各种零工,于有限的范围内勤勤恳恳地工作,而潜藏在骨子里的情趣爱好会由幼稚慢慢向理性转化。 社会是个大家庭,是一个由科技引领色彩斑斓光陆离奇的环境,充满了诱惑生机,迎合了我们的渴望还有无限的激情。朝气蓬勃的精气神逐渐延伸成气宇轩昂的气质。经历了没有呵护的单独谋生,何尝不是一次阅读?热了流汗,冷了搓手取暖,累了自然休憩,难了迎刃而上,我们厌恶读书,可我们必须来啃社会这本书籍;落泪了,喜悦了,回过头来,回到家里,回到久违的过年的气氛之中,感觉一切一切的都是如此亲切,亲切地不想长大,不想离开。可是一味地沉浸在喜欢的氛围里 读书 ,又怎能不被桎梏在有限的范围内夜郎自大?又怎能使自己插上智慧韧性的翅膀自由自在地飞翔呢? 过年,年年有,年假年年如期到来。当我们为柴米油盐奔波,为孩子上更好的学校,一天几十块钱的收入,让我们绞尽脑汁,饮风冒雨披星戴月,日子虽然忙碌却会让我们感到无限生机,驱使我们前往。那时朝阳是红灿灿的,晨露是亮晶晶的,风是南风潮润润的,路是伸展着的亮堂堂的,一切的一切让人感到惬意,充满了斗志。过年不那么急切地盼望,但会欢欣鼓舞地去庆贺,那不算长的几日休憩,让人依然充满活力,不是沉醉却乐在其中。 今天,窗外飘着鹅毛般的大雪。屋内温度二十几度,我们抱着抱枕,遥控着高清电视,敲打着电脑键盘,可以搜索一身喜欢的名牌网购买来穿在身上;听着悦耳的音乐,年味袅袅的鞭炮声,吃着反季水果,搜着网页或搓着麻将,嘴巴咧成瓢一样挑拣着饭菜,真的不好,好难看;开上私家车,菜市场逛一圈,除了鸡鸭鱼肉排骨肥肠还有炸肉段,想起来腻不可耐;青椒茄子西蓝花、萝卜白菜韭菜挤破袋子也装不下。这些蔬菜还是我们的最爱,在过年的日子里,其实它们是一直陪伴在我们左右的,它们陪伴了我们最平常的多少个日子啊!记得清吗?! 今天,窗外飘着鹅毛般的大雪。室内温度舒适,我们悠闲地看着电视,聊着手机QQ、微信陌陌。热气腾腾地美食给我们补养身体,在物质提高生活的同时,总不该嫌弃长久陪伴我们的一切吧。那浓浓的年味像一团暖流,我们应该珍藏在心间,也包括给予我们能量的一切精神食粮也要好好阅读珍藏眉宇。 2016年3月7日/晚秋 赞 (散文编辑:可儿) 春之消雪 春之消雪,多了 遥念,欲说还休。遥念,就在那片雪原之上。雪还真是很美,到底是春天… 等待 等待,是一种坚守,执着于某种信念而不离不弃。可能因为某一种承诺,也有可能因为某一… 要善于倾听不同的声音和意见 我于10月6日 发表 了一篇 游记 散文 :《 满眼 秋色 美如画》,不少 文学 网站 得到了… 读《廊桥遗梦》 “当白蛾子张开翅膀的时候,可以来找我,随时都可以”。我想,如果我是一个男人,当收… 从今天开始,我要快乐 很早以前囫囵吞枣读过《呼兰河传》,记得当时心情着实沉重了好久,具体是哪些人物引起… 得病的时日 这两天接二连三的打喷嚏,我说是有人在念我,别人都说我有病,最后医生也说我有…

A read

Inscription; The holy angel said to Dean: I can save you from hell, and I can also send you back to hell. In order to block one of the 66 seals, the Holy Angel did not hesitate to bloodbath the whole town, including the 1214 residents. It seemed that God had to do something against his will sometimes. One thought of Heaven, one thought of hell. Through the hollowed treetop, the playful sunshine slightly bathed my eyes, bringing long-lost thoughts, trembling my heart and moistening the eyes passing through memories. Before missing someone, I always thought that loving someone would last forever, but the quiet courtyard was empty, leaving only dusty firewood and lonely wild flowers. The tree withered alone, and the shadow sighed empty. Love is like brewing wine for a long time. The longer it is, the stronger it is. Breaking up breaks up and breaks down the long-immersed dreams; And the courage to continue loving, the distance between reality and distant dreams, all have drawn a long question mark. The years are quiet. May everything be well. Time is like the sand between fingers passing slowly, drifting away with the wind, like those forgotten past, those gone fleeting years. When the road came to an end, I always thought that I had gone quietly without any trace, but I didn’t know how many memories I had taken away? How many Fanghua are left? Picking up the fragments of memory, recalling the passionate and frivolous at the beginning, unconsciously, we have grown up, owned more and lost more; We are scared, I began to learn to cherish it slowly, but I couldn’t stop the pace of time and let the lost dust become the past. A dream woke up, a wisp of fragrance of the past, leaving a hard memory. It was time to leave. The gentle footsteps shook how many heartstrings. I don’t know what your smiling face would look like after turning around? You also don’t know that when you turn around, there is another person standing behind you quietly, waving gently, letting the dripping tears take away scenes of laughter. A period, a period of life journey, the past years become memories, the past dreams remain in the past, the present and the past we recall the past years, whether we in the Ming Dynasty will change our mind, we have already reached the age when we can’t afford to play when we walk with different faces. Let the willing and the reluctant follow the fate. Sometimes there must be something in our destiny, and we should not insist on it all the time. Because there was once a voice comforting me when I was frustrated, and a figure accompanying me when I was sad and tearful. Although now it has become a memory that I could hardly give up, meeting may not be beautiful, warm good. For some love, we don’t have to wait for a period of perfection and a period of exquisiteness in the Chai Fei of time. As long as there is a slight feeling, it is just right, holding a hand and taking a step on the ridge of the fleeting year. Walk many unmoving days into a series of scenery. The black and white of lovesickness, the deep love to the vast pain, and the thick white heart, who painted the eternal love? Are you dizzy with the breeze of the fleeting year? Learning to give up is also a kind of safety. It is a kind of smile, some love, tossing and turning, intricate life, are yours. Some love, close to each other, discount interest and pillow, are not yours. My heart is hidden in the world, and I will keep silent. The fallen photos are heavy and smoky, and the words in the book are quiet. Lightly twist a pure-hearted Brahma song, write a pen to the world of mortals, use peace as propaganda, use sunny days as ink, and draw a sketch for a lifetime. Regardless of the length of the road, the cold rain and the window, I only hope that I can keep quiet in this life: one thought of peace and warmth, one thought of flowers and trees, one thought of persistence, one thought of peace. 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…

Taste

During the three-day May Day holiday, both my husband and children went to the mountains to play. Listen to them, the Cherry of the mountain is ripe, and the whole mountain is dyed red. According to them, the kitten on the mountain became a mother and added a few cute kitty babies. Listen to them, the fish along the river are playing happily. However, my figure is missing. I stayed at home alone. Due to physical discomfort and continuous low fever, she consciously became a real otaku. My weak body made me read the novel quietly. Taste novelty in a world of nothingness. The next day, I went to the hospital when I was in a better spirit after I had a wet sweat. After an examination and blood test, I came to a conclusion: I am anemic. Recalling my previous experience, I experienced the grievance and injustice in my work years ago. Let me bear the undeserved accusation for no reason. Then, I accompanied my child to sprint for the tough exam from junior high school to junior high school. During the time when I was waiting for the admission call, every nerve of mine was tightly stretched. Then, I started the most vigorous recruitment and changed jobs in my life. I was so confused that I entered another strange job. So many experiences made me unable to digest, so I presented a state of low mood and loss. My friends all celebrated for me happily and toasted for me, but one of my friends sighed: Xiaojuan, in fact, I feel that you are not happy! I smiled disappointedly, speechless. The work becomes simple and single, without the complexity of personnel and the complaints of leaders. The current leader is a woman who trusts me, and behind her dignified expression is her soft heart. Moreover, I found that a small number of employees were kind to me, giving me detailed explanations at work and intimate greetings when nothing happened. I don’t have to worry about the likes and dislikes of anyone any more. I don’t have to worry about the emotions of anyone any more. But facing a pile of materials, I let myself be busy in a closed room. You can think about something in your mind and do something you like. However, there is no talk with friends and no enrichment when busy. In my heart, I can’t adapt to the new pictures in the new days quickly. When I am alone at home, I always like to play songs. Let the beautiful melody echo in the empty house. I always thought that I could make my heart dance with the song, but I found that my lonely mind had already fallen into the melancholy of the song. When I looked up, I realized that I hadn’t watched a TV play completely for a long time. Even a novel has been read for more than a month. The cross stitch lay Gray in the corner. My troubles make me idle. In this holiday, I really want to have a good time in my heart. Look at the mountains and rivers, lying on the green grass, the nose is filled with the smell of grass and flowers. I really want to stay in the beautiful nature and let the beautiful scenery wrap myself. Unfortunately, these are just my own imagination. But the real me, however, was alone at home and enjoying loneliness because of low fever. How long has it been since I stayed at home alone? I always hurried home to cook a rich dinner for my lovely little daughter. Midnight to caring children and husband whether tipi. Sweet toil. Now, the three-day long vacation makes me confused because of their travel. I just lay alone in the dark night, listening to the breath of the wind. The feeling of loneliness hit my heart, which made me unable to get used to it. In this way, a person shows the plots of the past in his brain one after another like a movie in the dark night. The emotion in my heart is surging. Life is like a kaleidoscope. If you want to know the changing content, you have to wait until the moment when the picture is presented. Therefore, I saw thousands of gorgeous flowers in the past. If it is usual, my vacation is to donate to my own work. The indefinite overtime even had a day to end. At the beginning, I must have never thought that the long days of working overtime had an end. Now, life is just like a blooming flower in spring, which is quietly splitting the full flower buds. In the summer season, the fragrance is overflowing and dazzling. But I spent my eyes on this colorful picture. In this way, stay quietly in your own nest and let the beautiful melody wrap around the corners of the room. Let My Heart immerse in my own space peacefully and sigh with emotion about what belongs to me! Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Years

The middle-aged with quiet years have passed through the immature spring, the hot summer and the beautiful autumn with quiet branches and leaves. The Four Seasons change, the years return, and the years flow like water. Unconsciously, time changed us from ignorant girls to middle-aged Chinese. Along the way, is the scenery in the journey of life worth our nostalgia? Fallen Flowers are intended to flow water relentlessly, time has aged our appearance, and time has changed our helplessness. In life, who rendered our prosperity? Who lonely our missing? Who dimmed our feelings? Who will be the waiting suddenly looking back? Not every day is full moon, not every season is light, not every youth is wandering from place to place, not every teenager is indifferent. Not every story is deeply rooted, and not every life is written with good stories and legends. The peaceful middle age makes us feel more ordinary, plain and mediocre. The ups and downs of life, right and wrong, cannot stop our love for life. In middle age, we are grateful for the happiness brought by beautiful days, the experience brought by dark days, and the growth brought by pure love, thanks for the generosity brought by the biting pain. In fact, these unforgettable experiences are tailored for us. Isn’t it a gift from God? Meeting is destiny, missing is destiny, there are too much sadness and helplessness in life. When we have no choice, don’t forget to be transparent and let the sunshine shine on life. Middle age is suddenly enlightened after Qian fan, no longer romantic feelings, no longer pursue deliberate. All Naturally good. Finally, it is clear that things that don’t belong to you will only hurt yourself if you hold them tightly. Letting go is also a kind of love. Finally, I understand that many things can only be understood after experiencing, and many dreams can only be cherished after being desolated. Finally, I understand those past events that are gradually moving away, and finally I will feel relaxed in the thousands of twists and turns of time. In middle age, we should learn to enjoy every burst of flowers, love every smile, feel the most beautiful voice with our hearts, decorate our lives with our true feelings, and put our ordinary self, interpretation of different scenery in the world. Even if you can’t make the most beautiful bunch of flowers, you should also make the most beautiful one among the flowers! 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…

Pig not

It’s just that the skin is different, but the eyes and heart are obviously the same. What people see in their eyes is distrust, what pigs see in their eyes is sincerity and love, and what they see in their hearts is blood, but human blood is just stained by their own hands. Pigs just want to live a quiet life, but they can never get peace because once people locate pigs as food, then the only thing waiting for him is death. I don’t think pig is willing. He doesn’t say anything. He knows what is useless and makes people’s eyes full of evil, as long as what is said is all the devil’s nonsense, God is merciful, and the eccentric God will not let pigs show equal status in front of human beings, because he has mercy on people, people are the most vulnerable creatures. Pigs are stronger than people and are bullied by others. He doesn’t mind that people can eat pigs and pigs when they are hungry, he doesn’t want to eat people, just because he is kind, kindness occupies his heart and eyes, his eyes could only shed tears and the era of being slaughtered by others would end eventually because the pig was silent with a knife wound drawn by people on the pig. Remember not to beg for mercy when the pig showed its fangs, that kind of person is a humble pig and will not eat people, but he will not be eaten and praised (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow will disappear 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…

Unit

I had to rectify my mood and return to the unit. Good times are always so limited and short. In my own time, my heart was relaxed and free to sit for 80,000 miles a day. My heart is far away without moving. I have returned, but my heart is still far away. I picked up my mood one by one. I have the mood of wandering in the Blue Sky: I am accompanied by white clouds, playing with the breeze, without any obstacles or concerns, as if I have boundless freedom. I have the mood of standing on the grassland in the wind: long hair fluttering, clothes fluttering, seeing the beautiful scenery of the grass luxuriant and the sky clear, the wind blowing grass low and the cattle and sheep; Watching the spectacular galloping horses and the flying dust; Appreciating the romance; and in the boundless twilight, the white yurt is like smoke curling up the mountain, which is so warm, so peaceful and so simple and amiable. I was in the mood of climbing to the top of Mount Tai: Looking at chaoqu, he seemed to bear the heavy support of thousands of soldiers, slowly, steadily, tough and determined, and finally jumped out of the horizon, shining brightly, as if Nirvana reborn. You can’t help having a kind of inspiration and inspiration of life, with the passion of life circling in your chest. I have a feeling of nostalgia for the Sea: I think of Mr. Liu Zaifu’s famous article “reading the Sea”, yes! The blue sea and the blue words give people endless enlightenment. The rising tide, the joyful spray, The sea bird flying up and down, and the faintly visible lighthouse. The sea is so vast, so profound, so vast! The Sea covers all rivers and rivers, making it big. Standing in front of the sea, how tiny people look, a drop in the sea! What else can’t be put down? In those decades, why can’t we live purer, more natural and more sincere? Or proxies, heart breeze moon life first to beautiful realm! I picked up the feeling of wandering and groomed carefully, just like a bird combing the messy feathers, trying to hold a more full, more plentiful, A softer and stronger heart can calmly cope with the ups and downs of the unit. However, I am still so unwilling to face the unit and afraid of the unit on the ground. The unit is just like a box, with four edges and eight upright edges, clear edges and corners, just right and square, and the Dragon is entrenched and eyeglasses. You ‘d better have no edges and corners, no personality, Polish yourself smoothly, and properly embed yourself. Best to into water, in case of party is included, in case of round circle. Or make yourself into mud or dough, which has infinite plasticity and can be kneaded at will. Otherwise, you will have a black and blue nose and a swollen face, a broken head and blood, scars, stumbling and at a loss. The unit is a net woven by disciplines, regulations, rules and regulations, and various and various frames. Each net is like a high voltage wire. You need to equip yourself with highly acute tentacles and leave as many as possible. Looking at the six roads, listening to all directions, with bright eyes, quick hands, seeing the wind and steering, exquisite and careful. Otherwise, they would get an electric shock and not die. They would also be disabled and hurt the muscles and bones; Less to say, they would also be skin injuries, high redness and big swelling, which would be shameful. The unit is just a Mo Dao. You ‘d better be a blinded donkey, be honest, keep yourself in peace, don’t ask where you come from, don’t care about the direction, don’t have thoughts, don’t have consciousness, and push, grind and purr, keep going …… the host eats noodles and I eat bran, while the host eats meat and I gnaw bones. Surrender, endure, obey, and pretend to be willing and happy. Deep down, only by remembering that it is a blessing to suffer losses, can that proud and unwilling heart get a hint of comfort and a hint of breath. The unit is a pool of mud. You, me, him, me, you, me, you and him, come and go, one after another, are different and in a mess. Competing for fame and wealth, intriguing, blurry, flattering and flattering. Beating, quarrelling, crying and laughing are endless. You are a little beast trapped in it. You can’t carry it clearly, you can’t get rid of it, and your chest is blocked by air. Clean ears, clear and peaceful heart can only be a fantasy and Mirage. Admire the Lotus out of the silt but not dyed, clean and clear but not demon! I hope Lian Sheng will sigh and be sad, and the sorrow will be infinite. This is the beginning of school. Still such a unit! Working is really a torment! I can’t read anything. In such a large office, there are people of 20 or 30. The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds. There are many people, many things and miscellaneous mouths. In front of my eyes, I kept shaking the figures in and out, and my ears were full of laughter all the time. The kids haven’t started school yet. They are in groups, flying in and out like sparrows, running around and playing. People say that there are three women and one play, let alone so many women in this room! Coupled with men! Men are good at cold humor, interspersing, gag and breaking news from time to time. When you say a word, he says a word, which is like three and a half sentences, as well as cross talk. Laughter spread out in the office one after another, circling around and flying around. She deserves the nickname of lark! How so can say! The words were like a river, croaking, like a hen laying eggs, showing off and pride. Talking about things, the sky and the Earth, talking about mountains. When it comes to the rising place, I dance with joy. Two small eyes are like two alert mice. Their eyes are flashing like fish scales in the sun, flashing your eyes, it also shines your heart. You are curious, have doubts, and want to explore, which encourages her to say, oh, it is really a virtuous circle! The snowball rolled like this, and it rolled bigger and bigger …… all kinds of laughter burst out again, and the office raised a new high of laughter again. Look! This is the wonderful place for us to take classes, prepare lessons and work prepared by our friendly and lovely units and our respected leaders. In front of me was a novel that I loved deeply. I stared at the words and knew each of them, but I didn’t know what they meant. I suddenly feel why this reading is so inappropriate! Therefore, I doubted my previous thoughts and thought it was so naive and ridiculous. I felt that I was pedantic. I seemed to be an old soil thrown into the depths of the years by time, far away from the Times. In a trance, confused, a sister opposite, stretched her neck, probe: What book? So hard! She grabbed the book, looked at it, and came back, saying: I can see it! Am I too sensitive? But I heard the sarcasm in that sentence: when is it, and I still read! Preparation? Only textbooks and teaching materials are not available yet. I don’t know how many times I have read this textbook. Close my eyes, which unit, which lesson, or even which page can be said to be Party A, Party B, party C, and Zi Chou Yin Mao. What are you prepared! Besides, freshmen in senior high school still have military training on the playground. It takes ten days! What is the practical significance of binding teachers one by one in the office and on the seats? There is also a three-point name: To, to, and a random check in the middle. If you happen to be absent during the spot check, then you should consider yourself unlucky, even if you don’t get your post privately. Funny! People with a little brain all understand: is the time of teachers’ work quantifiable? Let alone the brain of the extremely clever leader! However, they were determined to go their own way, headstrong and arbitrary, and went to the dark one by one. I couldn’t help resenting our leadership. Sitting in such an office, wasting time and wasting life, I am like a needle felt, If the back is prickly, the heart is full of restlessness, depression, desolation and sadness. When people reach middle age, they often feel the rush of time. The original vague, hazy, ethereal, cloud-covered and often neglected end of life seems to be at a certain corner. It is getting clearer and clearer! It seemed that he waved ghostly from time to time, smirked sly and meaningfully. I a creepy! I don’t have a lot of time to spend a lot of money! The clock on the wall was ticking, which was the hurried footsteps of time. Time flowed through me empty, just like there was no trace on the hot water. Me at a loss! Suffering in time, how could this time be so long …… what class are you sitting here! Afternoon not coming! Go as he likes! Will the earth sink when the sky meets the couch? I thought with my teeth gnashed. How much I want to sit at home quietly, read a few pages of books and write a few lines of words in peace and tranquility. My heart is full and full. It seems that I am moving forward hand in hand with time, step by step …… it’s not that I dislike my job, on the contrary, I like teaching and educating people, and I love my students deeply. What a lovely group of teenagers! They are vigorous, passionate and pure like a piece of white paper. I need to be more cautious and more careful when painting flowers and embroidering them. During the summer vacation, the campus without students seemed to have no forest of birds and birds, desolate and lonely; And it was also like a pond that had drained away the pool water, and the dry and cracked bottom of the pool was dead, which was so dazzling! When school begins, students return like migratory birds. They clean the school spotless, The campus is full of their youthful figures all day long, full of their laughter like spray, and the romantic and bright sound of reading, which makes people feel that the school has a new look and full of vitality. I understand that this is just a small post station of the long life journey of many students. They need to practice a pair of strong, full and tough wings here so as to soar in the blue sky. Being a teacher has a great responsibility. We need to care for these flowers of our motherland with love and nourish them with the nectar of knowledge, so that they can all become useful talents of our country. This is really not a big deal. Teachers’ work is actually a conscientious job. People say: Teachers are engineers of human souls. Teachers’ work is the sunshine work in the world. This is the highest praise for teachers, which makes people excited. May the teachers all over the world join hands to build this grand sunshine project with loyalty, sincerity, enthusiasm and love. Although some educationists repeatedly appeal, advocate, call and urge quality education, which is all over the sky and spitting stars, our national conditions are still the fertile soil of exam-oriented education. There are only a few famous universities. There are so many Chinese people who all want to go there. What should I do? Only the examination is the fairest and fairer. Therefore, at present, judging the merits and demerits of a school still depends on the enrollment rate. Then evaluating a teacher’s performance, his or her teaching effect is certainly irrefutable. What else to say? What is FEI na’s mind of turning around and turning around? Officials and gentlemen, you will sit in the Imperial chair calmly, a newspaper, a cup of fragrant tea, close your eyes and recuperate yourself, Cultivate one’s mind, why search for dry intestines, try your best, and even make those rules and regulations, set those chains, shackles and stumbling lines to tie, bind, bind, rule and manage? The hard leverage of teaching achievement was fixed there. Let the teachers’ hands and feet go, and let them show their abilities to cross the sea. No matter black cats or white cats catch mice, they are good cats. Why do you always want to make simple things so complicated? Don’t make everything uniform and unified, and knock over a boat with a pole. How valuable is flexibility and flexibility! What kind of inestimable anger! In that case, I think the school will definitely present an unprecedented lively and vibrant situation. Instead of complaining one by one, complaining, resentful, resentful, slack and perfunctory like now, which makes an organism rigid, self-entrenched, stagnant and wandering around. Only listening to the thunderous roar of the leaders, while the sheep were silent with their heads down. It seemed that they were in peace, but in fact they were all pregnant. How I wish the company could be slightly flexible, flexible, and flexible! Don’t be like a box like that, saying everything in a square way, giving people the majesty of the top of the mountain and the fear of Lacoste opening its mouth. How I wish the unit is a warm and beautiful place full of warmth and true feelings! It is the belonging of employees! Is my ideal unit only in my dream? Dear unit, here we are …… you are a pot, sitting on the fire, filled with water, with a lid, the blue flame licked the bottom of the pot, the boiling water growled happily inside. And we are the Ducks in this pot! Endure, endure, endure …… praise (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Fine

I have been having a headache these days. Yesterday, the Sunny Sun. One person, moved a small stool, made a cup of tea, sat in the sun, and the sunshine was warm and caressed, warm and lazy, thinking nothing and doing nothing, which made my mood numb, let time frames. Thoughts slowly float, aimlessly. The feeling of pain occasionally brings myself back to reality from time to time. I remembered that when I was a child, many elderly people would gather together, sitting beside the wall and beside the door, lazily basking in the sun. The scene vividly. I thought: are you really old, too early? Sitting in the warm sunshine, passing the time bored. Half because of the occasional headache, and half because of the tired heart. Maybe too much memory adds a lot of tiredness, and also makes that high-spirited heart fall down gradually with the passing of time. I don’t know why I seem to lack the original courage and the reason to forge ahead. I often like to look back at the previous road and be in a daze —— is it really old? Today, the sun is still very warm, and I come to the sun in front of the door again. Sitting in front of the Sun, closing my eyes, let the sun flow warm, let the breeze slowly whisper, let the pedestrians come and go on the road several meters away. I took a nap in my warm tent. Where do I belong to pedestrians, and where do pedestrians belong to me? After a while, I raised my lazy head and looked at the bright sun, which was more or less dazzling. Looking at the road and pedestrians in front of me, I felt a little uncomfortable. Look at the Bodhi tree next to you. The green is yellow, swaying gently in the breeze. Perhaps, if it were not for the gradually falling leaves on the ground, it seemed that it was not for the winter sun, but more like a warm spring day. Maybe —- really, when I was like this, I shook my head and laughed at myself a little bit. So he stood up, stretched himself, rubbed his gradually clear head, and went back to the room for dinner. After all, there was still a class to go on in the afternoon. Today, it is also a good sun. I made a cup of tea again and sat on the small stool in front of the door. The sunshine shone on my body with a warm feeling, which was particularly comfortable, so I opened the zipper on the down jacket to let more sunshine shine in. After half a month’s treatment, the headache had been relieved. Looking up at fatong on the roadside, as well as pedestrians and vehicles coming and going on the road, I felt a long-lost intimacy. After a day of wind and rain, today’s sky is particularly clear and clear, and the sunshine is particularly warm. People came out from the cold last night, and seemed to be particularly relaxed, coming and going in a hurry; There seemed to be a lot of cars coming and going, and the horns seemed to ring very loudly. There are Farong leaves scattered along the roadside which haven’t been cleaned yet, with yellow edge lines, but bright green in the middle, which are particularly conspicuous under the long-lost sunshine. Looking from south to north, there was a row of fatong with thick arms on both sides. Most of the leaves on the tree were withered and yellow at the corners. However, there was yellow and green in the withered yellow, which seemed to catch the chance of giving birth again, shaking slightly in the slightly blowing breeze, it seems that there is always a feeling of comfort in my heart. The sun shines on my body, warm; Drink a sip of tea, and my heart is hot. Take a look at the pedestrians, in a hurry. So he stood up and decided to go to work today, but his heart was relaxed. 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…