The North

In Beijing, the subway that I often take is line 14 and 6. The place where I live is near subway line 4. Perhaps, any subway line is not as prosperous as line 4. No matter when you take Line 4, you will feel squeezed meat pie. I even found the most suitable reason for myself to take line 4, which is suitable for losing weight. If I take the subway every day, I think I can definitely cultivate the devil’s figure. There was a long queue waiting for the car to approach. When the door was opened, my legs and feet no longer belonged to me. The craziness of the crowd behind me pushed me into the carriage, and the earphones on my ears were squeezed out. When I put them back, this is the next stop. I like listening to music in the subway, which is deafening. In this way, I can think about my own things in the noisy subway. Sometimes, I will conceive a short article, if my hand could reach into the bag and take out the mobile phone, I would write the essay of the idea into a talk, and then put it into a text after going home. I wrote a lot in the subway, but when I finished writing, I found that I had already taken the station, so I returned. Many of my articles were completed in such round-trip carriages. It has been nearly three months, and my sleep time is getting less and less. Especially after receiving the draft, it often appears that the whole night is spent in checking the materials. I just like to write in the middle of the Night. The more reason is that the silence at night can make me talk with myself. The unrestrained thinking gradually becomes clear, as if there are stories and self in front of me. The first section of “Beijing subway” started in summer and ended in summer. I thought I could continue my second section in the season of long skirt fluttering, which was really unexpected, at the beginning of the second section, I wore a long woolen dress with a long scarf wrapped around my neck. There was cold wind outside the window. I have always known consciously that I am belongs to laziness, just like a lazy cat huddling in the corner of the wall in winter, just waiting for sunshine to touch my white hair and lazy eyes. The subway is still the same. I am on the subway of Line 4, leaning against a window diagonally, and there is NO boiling in the headphones. ONE Sea, I suddenly forgot which station I would get off at, and clearly remembered that I would go to a hotel in Haidian to attend my friend’s wedding. In a panic, I looked through the address book of my mobile phone. Fortunately, there was an uncle who knew my grade of road insanity. Uncle, I’m going to the gold and silver hotel in Haidian. Which stop should I reverse? With two or three minutes of waiting, I was no longer in a panic. I knew that there were text messages pouring in from my mobile phone, and the content was the exact bus route and the left-to-right turn after leaving the station. At that time, I felt a kind of warmth. Thank you very much for having such an uncle who can give me directions to go home anywhere in Beijing. There were more and more people in the subway. A child who looked like a student carrying a guitar began to play while singing. I turned off the music on my mobile phone and began to listen to this child singing Xu Wei’s Blue Lotus. I think this child is just a singer, not humble or begging. He just sings quietly there and sings the songs he likes. I don’t know how others treat this singing child, at least, I am like it. Even, in the next bus, the child playing the guitar was still in front of me, and the Blue Lotus sang by him was still beside my ears. Suddenly I really wanted to talk about the thing ten days ago, which was just like a piece of glass, stimulating my fragile nerves. On November 16th, I took subway line 4 to line 6 to visit Mr. Li Dazhong, a painter of calligraphy and painting. In the corridor leading to Line 6, the mobile phone in the bag rang. There were photos received by WeChat, on which were injured arms and blue legs. To be honest, seeing these photos, I am angry. I even stopped. I stood in the corridor of the subway, and there was a kind of liquid called tears flowing down my cheek, dropping down the corridor of the subway. I clearly know that the protagonist in the photo is my best friend, and what kind of violent beating she suffered at home. I leaned against the wall of the corridor feebly, and the collapsed cold sweat soaked my clothes, which instantly became cold and moist again. I called my good friend again and again, but no one answered. It seemed that I could hear her crying in fear, but I could do nothing. I didn’t want to transfer to the subway or visit the master any more. I turned around quickly and went back to the subway of Line 4 at an extremely fast speed. I just want to know that my good friend is safe, and the station I want to take is called Ping An Li. The subway of Line 4 is always crowded. It seems that there is only the distance between gloves between people, but it is strange, Is apathy. I was pushed into the carriage by people behind me, and I only occupied one part of my body, as if to be squeezed into biscuits and unable to breathe. The subway was listed as the destination at the New Palace station. I got off the bus again in the crowd of hula. What moved me was that the phone rang and it was called by my good friend. She didn’t cry, but told the whole story calmly. Her peace scared me. She seemed to be telling a story that had nothing to do with herself, but my heart was already painful. 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…

Camphor

Is the spring wind like scissors in February? During the Spring Festival, the warm spring breeze is really like sharp scissors, cutting the leaves of the fragrant tree in front of the door one by one. You can see that spring breeze spread across the country, which was soft and warm, making people feel comfortable. But in front of the House, the tall leaves were shaking, and after the rustle, the leaves were flying down one after another, it is as beautiful as rain or floc, spectacular but melancholy. Just for a long time, the courtyard was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves. Looking at the thick residual leaves on the ground, the confusion of seasons appeared in my mind. I always thought it was the coming of autumn, which made people have lingering sorrow. The camphora trees are evergreen all the year round, but they also have fallen leaves. However, the leaves of camphora do not drift in bleak autumn or cold and windy winter. In the spring of every year, the leaves on the trees begin to fall when the Spring is warm and the airflow is like summer. Just as the warm current comes quickly, it also falls quickly. Once the wind passes, it will be like the rain of leaves, and a dynamic and beautiful landscape will be formed when the rustle sounds. Every time I look at my heart, it will sink with the leaves, fluttering and empty, with the melancholy of yellow leaves fluttering in autumn, the pain of separation, and the uncontrollable helplessness of parting. Whether I just belong to the leaf on the tree, just a gentle gust of wind will float to a distant place, quietly without dependence, and quietly without restraint, flying freely in the vast space, take a most lonely trip, and then on a windless day, choose a final destination to last forever. Maybe everything is just that I have too much sentimental feelings, all of which have nothing to do with fallen leaves, because the fallen leaves of the camphora tree are just a replacement of the old and the new. After the spring breeze and rain every year, buds like flower buds grow one by one at the end of the branches. This flower bud contains new and tender leaves, and small flowers as thin as stars are also among the tender leaves. When the warm spring breeze passes through the tender leaves and fine flowers, the buds will be poked out at the same time. At the moment when the incense tree was once again growing new branches, the old leaves also completed its mission. When facing the wind, they went away one after another, looking for the next home belonging to themselves, since then, the camphora tree has completed a beautiful transformation. The fallen leaves of the camphora tree once a year, each time is about ten days. This year’s defoliation happens during the Spring Festival, and I live at home for more than ten days, every day when I went out, I saw the scene of fallen leaves flying. No matter when the door is opened in the morning or when the probe is watching from the window, a scene like silent autumn seems to evoke the faint sorrow buried in the heart. A piece of floating is a piece of farewell. These departures cannot meet from now on, and that piece of floating yellow leaves have gone through winter, and there is no spring any more. I thought of my mother and grandmother. It was these fallen leaves that made a deep pain burst out in my heart like catalysts. This year, my mother and grandmother left one after another. It was so sudden and hurried that a bustling home became quiet, and there would be a faint pain every time I went back to my hometown. I always thought that time would heal the wound, but after the spring breeze, I found that the pain was never far away. It was just hidden in my heart. Sometimes I really have too much fear for life and life, which makes me unable to face up to life and the world that seems to make me more and more unfamiliar. The vicissitudes of life made me unable to bear the helplessness in my life. It made me realize that the separation in my life was so simple that it made me unprepared and went to another world quietly without saying goodbye. Therefore, the sound of wind and falling leaves will also make me a bird of horror and fall into the abyss of fear. Whether people are also like the weak leaves on the tree. When there is an autumn wind and rain, they will leave quietly. Even if the warm spring breeze can be, the leaves of the fragrant tree will not come to another world silently, there is no reason for all. Or who can escape from death or death, or earlier or later, the one who should come will come eventually. People living in this world always face sunrise and sunset, and always face spring, summer, autumn and winter. The road still needs to go step by step until one day they leave quietly like leaves. Since you have to go on the road, or you don’t need to be afraid, just face it bravely and let it go. Don’t be frivolous and arrogant when you are beautiful, don’t be pessimistic and negative when you are lost, be calm and calm, face life with positive and optimistic attitude, only in this way can you not waste this life. People always have sorrow and frustration. When facing sadness or I can’t calm down, I may still feel pain like a leaf. But I am will not retreat, nor will it be depressed from now on. I believe that after experiencing the pain, I will become stronger and look at life more plainly. Let time fade everything, let all the life and death go, let all the joys and sorrows go with the wind, and then face the rest spring, summer, autumn and winter peacefully. The spring wind in February is like scissors. The warm spring wind cuts off yellow leaves, and the warm spring wind also cuts out sharp green. Looking at the moisture of the spring wind, clusters of thin fragrant Zhang flowers have been exposed to the branches. Among the bright green swaying branches and leaves, the spring birds have already attracted, jumping and circling, singing the light songs of spring. February is a warm and bright season. The warmth of February makes everything spit Green and reborn. The arrival of spring makes the spring here full of birds and flowers. I think the savory tree chooses to be scattered in spring. Everything has nothing to do with sorrow and injury. It just touches my sensitive nerve casually. In fact, spring is still the season when spring is warm and blooming. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. 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Spring

The bitter cold wind hid, and winter was replaced by spring. The Steps of spring were brisk. In February, it cut out green willow leaves and hung on the treetop swinging from side to side, conveying the news of spring to the world, it wakes up the grass buried in the ground, puts its head out, bathes in the warm sunshine of spring and enjoys the grace of spring. In the early spring season, the sunshine is soft, the spring breeze is warm, the sky is particularly blue, and the gloomy world is gradually replaced by the brand new spring. Spring is coming, her green, her new, her tenacious. She is not as hot as summer, as late as autumn, or as desolate as winter. Spring is relatively soft. She is like a child, full of vigor, and always gives people a new feeling of surprise. The grass on the Earth which had withered for a winter secretly came out of the tip, and the Willow had also pulled out the tender green buds. Looking at these newborn lives, I suddenly remembered my childhood. Every Spring is my happiest and best time to move. I take off my thick cotton-padded clothes, and every day after school, about several friends ran to the willow forest by the riverside, climbed up the tree and folded some green willow branches, and then blew songs with willow leaves. Now, I can only see things and think about feelings, recall the joy of outing, and miss the wonderful time when I was young with my friends. Chun, she showed her unique side to the world. Her Little Green, a little yellow, a little pink and a little red were always shown in front of my eyes, calling me endless aftertaste. I once read the famous ancient poems and sentences of sleeping in spring without knowing the dawn, listening to birds everywhere, the Spring Garden can not be closed, a red apricot came out of the wall …… from my mind, I really want to have a good understanding, the poet is describing the charm of spring, appreciating the masterpieces of nature, imagining the beauty of spring, feeling the green of the whole mountain, the New of the whole countryside, and appreciating the blue beauty of the sky. Imagine the laughter and laughter of people in the whole city, the small smiling faces of those who travel for youth, and the peach blossom has already blossomed in the wild, at this time of every year, we will go to the place outside the village where peach blossoms bloom and take some photos under the peach trees to keep good memories. But it is also this season every year, when seeing the peach trees hurt by the naughty eggs when no one noticed them, they always feel distressed. They also have lives, and they finally spent the cold winter, but I didn’t expect that it would fade as soon as it bloomed. Spring is full of vitality, and everything recovers. Isn’t it often said that one year’s plan lies in spring? Yes, spring is the time to lay the foundation for work. Without foundation, there will be no skyscrapers; Without experience, good experience will not be summed up; Without efforts, there will be no gains. In spring, she nourishes everything without fear of the cold winter; She is not afraid of the hot and colorful summer; She is not afraid of the rainy weather of autumn but stagnant. Spring, she doesn’t have the cruelty of winter; She doesn’t have the cruelty of summer; She doesn’t have the rude feeling of autumn. She treats all things equally. She is the most expected time in people’s hearts, it brings hope for the new year. Spring is coming. The past is already the past. Let time forget it. At the beginning of a new day, I need to be clear about myself. I can’t change yesterday or predict tomorrow, so I have to grasp today. As long as you are clear and sure in your heart, then work hard and don’t be timid any more. Be brave to love and hate. Just like spring, every day is a new change. As long as you work hard, your goal will be achieved. Look for the future in the dream and face it with smile. Don’t retreat, don’t hesitate, move forward forever. Go your own way, keep going, right or wrong, don’t care about it, let someone comment! Now I am older, and I am no longer a child of mengtong. I have to consider my future. Spring has come. I don’t want to, I don’t dare to, as long as I find the right time, the right opportunity is to speak out your thoughts loudly and make unremitting efforts for your bright future. Since the goal is certain, then fight. Spring has a dream. You should be willing to think and do more, good dream will come true. (He Zonglin/Wen) Zan (prose editor: dripping ink into injury) 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…

I multi-

In my impression, my grandparents seemed to give me a name called Huzi, but they seldom called it. My character is not the same as this name. I am not a tiger, and I am very docile. I will not bark when I see strangers, but only shake my tail to get close. My grandparents always say that I am so worthless, I still shook my tail to them. It was grandpa who took me to this home. At that time, I was just born, very small. The house is large and lively, with cattle, sheep, chickens, pigs and a unfriendly cat. At first, when I arrived at this strange place, I was very scared. I always got under grandma’s red cabinet and looked at everything quietly. My little body can in under the coffee table, cabinet under, under the table walk freely. Grandpa always gave me a small piece of steamed bun, leading me to climb out of the Black Cabinet. I am still scared, but I am really hungry. Looking at the delicious steamed buns, I climbed out of the bottom of the cabinet unwittingly, picked up the steamed buns and quickly climbed back to the bottom of the cabinet. Grandpa also lowered his head from time to time to see if I was eating steamed buns. He smiled with grandma, laughing at my timidity and stupidity. I only remember that the laughter was very warm and warm. Slowly familiar with, I dare go in the yard. When the chicken saw me, they ran far away and dared not ignore me. That only unfriendly cat always jealous of me, grab my steamed bread eat. Every time take after, I Innocent looked at Grandpa grandma, grandpa and grandma still will laugh at me, then give me breaking bigger piece of the steamed bread, will pour me a bowl of water, tilt against grandpa Mazza, on. I shook my tail excitedly, eating and drinking happily. Grandpa would touch my hair and pinch my tail. Every day, I follow my grandparents. Go to the cowshed to see Grandpa feed the cattle. At that time, I liked to watch my grandparents cut the straw for cattle in the cowshed. Every time my grandparents cut the straw in the cowshed, I was always beside me and heard the sound of the straw cutter, looking at Grandma’s powerful knife pressing, and smelling the scent splashed by the broken grass, I closed my eyes, and that feeling would still appear in my dream. Now, the straw cutter of history is still there, but the fragrance of grass is missing. With Grandma to fields, Grandma Bent with a hoe digging, I like run wild in in crop land sahuan. Chuck your run, to run freely, happily run, let wind through ear, claws into weeds, Tongue Kiss Land, will not stop. Grandma always scolded me for destroying me. Looked at own trampled flowers of rape, I had to with floppy ears stand still looked at Grandma. Grandma continue to bend over hoeing went. Now I often stand alone on the ground, but I can’t smell any Grandma’s breath. At that time, the family was very big, with many houses and lots of land, but there were only grandparents. Their offspring are all out to work to make money, to feed their own small home. Sometimes I really want to be a person who can accompany my grandparents with joys and sorrows, stay with them every day, listen to their stories, work with them, get up early and return late. When I was over one year old, my grandfather’s second grandson came back from Beijing to study. There were more people in my family. My grandparents were very happy and always ran for my second grandson before and after, seem snubbed me, but I still very happy, because two grandson would buy me ham and chicken feet. Grandpa likes chicken claws best, and he eats one every day. My second grandson bought a lot and came back. As soon as I heard the sound of the packaging bag, I rubbed around grandpa with a thick skin. The disgusting cat kept shouting. Grandparents will give our Some eat, then we is so lucky. Didn’t take long, Grandpa’s eldest son and two sons back, a few days to home cattle and sheep are sold, also put grandpa picked up. Although I couldn’t understand what they were saying, I could feel something went wrong. Grandma also became haggard. Her second grandson came back only once a month. Every time he came back, he would buy a lot of food for grandma. So every night, the cat and I stayed with Grandma most. Every day when I went out to play, grandma would keep the door for me. That cat can jump Kang on, and Grandma sleep a bedroll, and I had to sleep incongruent with grandma. I suddenly found the cat still very cute, in addition to Rob I eat, love to sleep, love sun, also can with grandma. Grandma slept very late and watched TV very late every day. I liked to snore when I slept, and it seemed that the snore was very loud. I remember that my second grandson would always wake me up at night when he came back, and then he would continue to sleep. In the daytime, my grandma likes places with many people, so I followed her with that cat and sat in the crowd chatting with her. Village derision, we are good, laugh we sensible. Will give us food, will make us play. Grandma, I, that cat, we three accompanied each other for more than a year. Grandfather came back, the door of the moment, grandma cried. Grandpa changed, and his body which was originally very thin became thinner. The abrupt cheekbone on his face was telling his traces of pain, without words or expressions. Home changed, become cold and cheerless, becomes much Grandpa two sons. What remains unchanged is the old house in my family, my cat, and the chicken claws bought by my second grandson. I starting to smell more and more strong taste of the medicine, and heart of fear with ingredients of gathering more and more strong. In two grandson, a monthly exam University, Grandpa died. Go very pain, but sad. My family is always in deep grief. I know most sad person is grandma, except for tears no other words. After finishing the funeral, Grandma strongly refused the request to go to Beijing with her sons. Maybe she couldn’t let go of the family that had lived for a lifetime, maybe she couldn’t let go of grandpa, maybe she couldn’t let go of me, or that cat, perhaps other. Trickling, sons are gone, that admitted to University of two grandson go. There was Grandma, the cat and me left, and the photo of Grandpa on the table. Home is desolate, desolate and terrible. Grandma was a short temper, always find someone multi-the place to stay, and I, like follow your mother with grandma, around grandma around. In this way, we with another year. Eventually, Grandma promised sons pick her up to Beijing request. The family began to sell things, food and everything they didn’t need. The cat and I were so silly that we didn’t know Grandma was leaving us. That morning, I dreamed I back to grandma side, back to the familiar home, with the cat in yard snatch eat. Because only in this way, I can forget day before grandma and it was my neighbor tied in someone’s home yard scenarios. I don’t know what. I was really sad, and tried my best to bark, roar and jump. At the moment I got rid of the chain, I didn’t care about anything. I only knew to run home, desperately and suffocated. Halfway, I saw a car driving out from the direction of home. I smell grandma’s taste, I know, Grandma certain on a bus and. I barked at the top of my voice and shouted to grandma in my words. Through the window of the car, I saw my grandma and that kind face leaving me. I kept chasing, kept barking, tears running down my canthus saxiang rolling flying loess. Neighbors were wiping tears aside. I knew that grandma would feel that I was calling her, and kindly calling her not to leave, not to leave. Grandma in the car was crying and calling my name. I chased far away, until the car disappear in my field of vision in. My grandma left me and went far away. From this moment, in my gray world, I gradually felt the coming of night. I came home silently. The door had already been locked, and the cat on the wall was meowing. I lay at the door quietly, waiting for the door to open. After the door was opened, I saw Grandma’s familiar face. My neighbor took me back to his home and tied me to his yard, giving me a large piece of steamed bun and bones. Besides being sad, I really don’t know what I can do to miss Grandma. Every cold night, I woke up from a dream, my dream nestled in Grandma feet, listening to Grandma crowd and laughing in, and cat chasing. But after waking up, cold blow away my tears, I had to softly barking a few grandma, want her to hear my call, in order to comfort I sad mood. Later, neighbors too I won’t janitor, sold me to the neighboring village people, neighboring village people and I sold to other place. After several rounds of turnover, I was sold to many places without my grandma’s company and faced the danger of being slaughtered at any time. After about a year, I got rid of the iron chain, escaped the fate of being bought and sold, and started my wandering life. I sniffed the direction of my home, wandering and searching all the way. The stars and the moon accompany me. Wind, frost and rain and snow are my quilts. I just want to go home and go back to my grandma. Day morning, I felt her back, close to me close. I kept running, sniffing the direction of home. I can’t remember how long I ran, how far I ran, my claws were worn out, my ears were frozen stiff, and my body was scratched. I only knew that I ran home and ran without scruple. Finally smell taste of home, finally home door. Then I wish door open, can see grandma familiar figure. At dawn, I lay down at the door of my house, waiting for my grandma to open the door for me. Suddenly, my grandmother’s second grandson appeared in front of me. He was shocked by my appearance, but he didn’t run towards me happily. He slowly approached me, crouched down to stroke my head, hold me to his side, sound sobbing. I don’t know what happened. The warm embrace made me miss it. I lowered my head, shook my tail and drilled into his arms. His cry became louder, breaking all the silence in the morning. I began to smell the smell of grandma more and more clearly, the familiar smell of my dream. I started keenly aware that, Grandma back, Grandma back. I break free from his arms, towards grandma unique flavor running in the direction of the, kept running, frantically running. When I got to the village, although it is still Daybreak, village are gathered a lot of people, were in the middle also parked two cars, I reaffirmed tell myself, grandma certain in the car, certain. I began to bark at the car at the top of my voice, shouting at Grandma at the top of my voice, hoping that Grandma could hear me. Through the window, I saw the car grandma’s son, my other son, three son, eldest daughter, little daughter, and great-grandchildren, they New Year not coming upon but returns at this time, and I, but can’t see grandma. I cried louder, regardless of everything. All silent, eldest daughter little daughter suddenly wailed out loud, with my ferocious barking, rang through the morning. The car slowly drove to the door, and the rusty door was opened. It is the yard I am familiar with, the smell I am familiar with, the Mazar of my grandfather, the cattail fan of my grandmother, everything I am familiar with …… I am constantly enjoying in the yard, with my tears, I kept playing happily. Suddenly thought grandma came back, I was even more excited to sahuan. Smelling the familiar smell, I only saw the familiar figure of Grandma. More and more people began to crowd in the yard, and there had never been more people in these years. The two cars stopped at the gate all the time without any movement, and the smell of my familiar grandma was still in that car. That group of people seemed to be discussing something, but each grim expression, two grandson sitting in the corner of the yard still sobbing. I began to realize something was wrong. I didn’t want anything else. I just wanted to see my grandmother and my grandmother. The door of the car was opened, and a big box covered with red cloth was carried down to the biggest old house in the yard. Everyone wiped tears and nobody spoke. Smelling the familiar smell, I lay down under the box for three days and nights. I didn’t realize that I would never see Grandma again until the moment the box was buried in the soil on the fourth day, never. Those three days and nights were the most dependable three nights I had slept in these two years. I didn’t have to worry about the rain and snow getting wet and other partners bullying me, don’t worry about what to eat tomorrow. I will think of the days I lived with my grandparents, my grandfather’s old dry smoke, my grandmother’s millet porridge, the chicken claws my second grandson bought for my grandfather, and the cat, think of door bullpen and cattle, with sheepfold sheep, yard by I catch-up chicks, think own trampled flowers of rape, will think of grandma of red cabinet, think of that old guillotine, think and Grandma sleeping with a room own big grunts, think of yesterday’s sunset through bullpen and Gap, shines on waving guillotine of grandma’s face, grandma sweat side face …… and all of all, will just recalled. In this home I have been here for six years, I will be with six years of vicissitudes old. And this home is no longer a home, and I thought, I will with old house tiles on Sunset with falling, no longer wake up. I will leave with a smile, accompany my grandparents and repay everything they have given me! End Leng Jun: I am the second grandson in the article. One month before my college entrance examination, my grandfather passed away, and I didn’t see the last one. He walked in pain and sadness. In addition to tears, I put his favorite chicken claws in his coffin. In this year, Chinese fourth day, Grandma without warning died, and I cannot see Finally side. She left very suddenly, very helpless. I have already cried, leaving more thoughts on human feelings. When I was young, I am my grandfather raised goats and milked them. At that time, we leaned on Grandpa’s back and kept sheep in the mountains with Grandpa, asking grandpa to dig out bird nests and catch pheasants for me. We drove a flock of sheep to the sheep market …… our relationship with grandpa was greater than that of our parents. Later grew up, to go abroad to study, again when I return to hometown was in high school, Grandpa grandma is well white-haired. There are no strong people in the family, which is a realistic problem that every village faces. Grandparents, a dog, a cat, so live that. My grandparents have five children, but few of them come back. I don’t want to say too much about them. Before college, I spent three lunar new year at home. Once with my grandparents, twice with my grandma, I will never forget the cold scene in my home when thousands of families were brightly lit and laughing, and I will never forget my grandfather’s illness and pain that he couldn’t fall asleep, I will never forget grandma staring at the TV and watching the advertisement alone, and I will never forget! Blame was own no power to change these, now grown up, but all past all. At that time, I would think a lot of things when I knelt in front of grandma’s mourning hall and looked at the people who were wearing white filial piety outside the door. Maybe we everyone faces these, everyone will have a lot words said. Even though there are too many regrets and discontent, I only hope that as children, social youth and future fathers and mothers, we can make up for these. At least, in my parents, no more grandparents such alonely. 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”. 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…

Two Two

In life, there are always some people who become memories or eternity, and there are always some fragments sinking in the bottom of the heart that cannot be erased. There was once a period of time when I was moved by the appearance of a friend and thanked the fate for some kind of understanding. Then, there was a period of time when they were no longer connected with each other, letting the time flow quietly without communication and greetings. Accustomed to such quietness and indifference, accustomed to forgetting and being forgotten. Therefore, in a certain morning, in the noisy crowd, I saw a figure getting closer and farther, just watching without words, just silent without disturbing. At another dusk, on the platform of the street, one person waited and saw the cars coming and going, seeing people coming and going. There was still no communication, even no sight of following behind him. However, in this role exchange, it is yourself who is far away and others who are waiting and watching. We met and departed again and again in this way. We approached and went far in this way. In a flash, we passed by and drifted away. Everything is destined and also life. When in a boring afternoon, with the simplest way and the simplest language, I asked gently, and my memory was full of waves. It turned out that there were always some seemingly lost things in my life, it will not be indifferent due to the passage of time, and will not change due to the estrangement of distance. And I know that there may not be a kind of touching, but once touching others is as important as being touched by others. Appreciating others is as worthy of being treasured as being appreciated by others. There is no need for language and form, it is just a kind of inner; There is no need for explanation and reason, it is just a kind of nature. Just like the change of seasons, come at the right time and stop at the right time. In a peaceful space, there are always some thoughts flowing to keep yourself. In a peaceful state of mind, you always gain some growth and keep your innocence. In fact, what is demanding, whether it is the wait-and-see of each other or the distant forgetting. Even if the years hide everything, but it will not be rewritten, even if the sea wash everything, after all, there are traces of the bottom of my heart. No matter how far you go, you can’t escape without yourself; Even if you abandon the darkness, the sunshine is still not always bright. Forget, plain, meet, smile. Therefore, I like to wait and see like this, and I am used to being forgotten like this. I will have the heart of blessing and the beauty of blessing whenever and wherever. QQ364399664 like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow of 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…

Sad boat

In the early morning of August 8, 2010, a debris flow disaster occurred in Zhouqu county, Gannan Tibetan autonomous prefecture, Gansu province. Up to now, 1294 people have been missing, 127 bodies have been found, 117 people have been injured, and 29 people have been seriously injured and hospitalized. After the full search and rescue of disaster relief personnel, 1242 trapped people have been successfully rescued. Just yesterday, I suddenly received a text message from my brother who worked in Zhouqu. The specific situation was introduced in my article “God Bless Zhouqu”. Last night, my brother’s phone was finally connected, I couldn’t wait to verify the news that they were safe. My Hanging Heart was considered to fall into the ground, but I fell into deep thinking——. I kept watching the news here all the time yesterday and this morning. The water level has not dropped much so far, and there is precipitation here. The whole formed barrier lake has not been solved yet, according to my younger brother, there were rescue workers from Gansu, Sichuan and other places everywhere. The whole urban area was hard to see. The outside construction machinery and vehicles couldn’t enter, and of course they couldn’t come out either. I said to my younger brother: safety is good, long live safety! If possible, you should not stand by and join in the rescue of the wounded as much as you can, and try your best to help the people here as much as you can, when everyone needs help and care, truth and care are more important than anything. In the year of Gengyin, how could the country suffer so many disasters? There were several rainstorms and secondary disasters in Gansu alone, and the disaster was so serious that it was rare for many years, not to mention causing serious property losses, it caused more serious casualties. Wow, Sad boat, sad boat, sad people’s livelihood is difficult. But as long as it is China, I think there is nothing we can’t overcome. Come on, China, Zhou Qu will rise!!!!!! 2010.8.9 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…