After Will

How many thoughts are running around in the bleak autumn wind, and the gradually cooler temperature cannot convey a concern. I don’t know whether you have grown up now and whether you can accept this slight cold with your strength? Perhaps, I have been lonely for too long, and I have stored too much enthusiasm in my heart. Perhaps, it has been suppressed for too long, and I always want a warm companionship in my heart. When you were alone and met my self-pity, I knew that I had an indissoluble bond with you. The yellow mouth, brown feathers and a pair of watery eyes evoke the silent softness in my heart. The sunshine in late autumn had already lost the warmth of summer, and mottled scattered in front of the window. The eyes were fixed on the blooming jasmine flower in front of the window, staring at it for a long time, as if I saw your shadow again, no, I saw you. I once put you in this potted flower and let you practice flying one after another, seeing you look at the height of the flowerpot with a timid probe, it is joyful and even distressed to see you fall to the ground with wings spreading and edges. Seeing you fly farther and braver each time, I happily held you in my hand, touched your feathers and said to you, “Well done, come again. At that time, my mood was so tangled that I was looking forward to your learning to fly quickly, and I was afraid that you had learned to fly. Every time I watched you fly far away, happiness and worry surged into my heart. I like it very much, watching you jumping around quietly, from the corner of the wall to the table, from the door to the window, your weak figure, chirping, I left too many happy memories in the small room. I have seen thousands of beautiful scenery, but at this moment, you are the most beautiful in my eyes. This summer in my life is more beautiful because I met you. Take you to and from work every day. The spare time at work is no longer boring. Hold you in your hand, insert some pieces of bread and steamed bread with a toothpick, and send them to you. You peck hard into your mouth, looking up and slowly swallowing, I always feel soft and gratified. I stroked your feathers with my fingers, called your baby, and said something irrelevant to you. During the days I stayed with you, the clock went so fast that it seemed that I hadn’t had time to play with you well. The bright morning in the morning had turned into the dusk when the sunset fell into the center of the lake. Love, sometimes selfish, always wants to keep you around with reluctant reasons. Reluctant to let go, it’s not that you don’t want to return your freedom, but the happy time with you, your intoxicating heart voice, your graceful beating, your clean and transparent eyes, all brought me infinite happiness and joy. In this thin and Cool World, only when I am with you, the joy from the inside out does not need to be modified. Smile, happy, no perfunctory, no farfetched. In the end, the worry when you learn to fly still comes. I know that there is a kind of love called letting go. No matter how much you are reluctant to give up, you have to fulfill your freedom. Watching you return to the nature, you will jump happily. The sadness you don’t want to give up will be replaced by comfort. Only by letting you return to your world, it is the best love for you. Your low-flying image became our separate scenery. Looking at your brown figure in the red, fat, green and thin flowers, a wisp of bitterness at the corners of your mouth unconsciously turned into a smile. There is no constant banquet in the world, and no matter how many unwillingly can’t keep the time in a hurry. In the depth of the season, the excitement of blooming flowers can not be left. The corner of the journey, the north and south, the West and the East that can not merge the footsteps, accompany a journey, leaving a happy process in the depth of memory, making happy, happy, they are all condensed into a pair of colorful landscape paintings. At a certain moment in life, you can open your memory and let your mind travel in the green mountains and rivers. You can see the green mountains and rivers, and the wind and smoke are beautiful, sky high yun kuo accommodate the lifestyle, still waters run deep dilution the earthly Frost, leaving a tranquil in heart. Let the dust of life disappear in the beautiful silhouette of the past, and the flowers of memory are fragrant all the way. 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…

Aromatic

That is still the memory of childhood. Every year of 8, 9 yue fen, busy after, mother began hath commanded me to mountain abstract yellow yuan wood, and. I remember that the dialect in my family was called primordial leaf. I picked up the bamboo basket, took the scyck, and invited my friends in twos and threes. I had to find primordial leaf after a hard search. Most of Huang yuanchai was hidden at the foot of the mountain or at the edge of the untraversed cliff. Cut to half, always be lazy, a few people sit together chatting and playing. At night, I found that the bamboo basket was still more than half empty. At this time, we always need to cut down yellow chrysanthemum seed trees to make up. If these raw materials were far from enough, my mother would prepare tea tree shells and some branches that I could not name by herself. Mother tied the chopped yellow yuan firewood into bundles, put them on the haystack and let them dry together. The year lunar December came quietly, and my mother began to keep busy. Mother always chooses to burn the mixed yellow yuanchai, camellia tree shell and yellow chrysanthemum tree into ashes on a sunny dusk. When the dry yellow yuanchai met the strong fire, he began to sizzle. The blazing fire reflected the Sky Full of sunset clouds, reflecting each other into gray. At this time, smoke was everywhere in every household, and several barking came from time to time. The whole village became hazy and mysterious. After a burst of fire burned, Huang yuanchai became a handful of ashes. Early in the morning of the next day, mother asked us to collect the yellow yuan firewood ash in snakeskin bags. Mother always busy. She digged the old Du Jing again. After washing, she put the yellow chrysanthemum and orange peel into the pot to boil water. Then, boil good pouring water over cooked yellow yuan wood ashes on, to filter out water stay up to remain 7. Then put locust flower and peanut oil into ripe water. After boiling, the water in the pot has completely absorbed the natural yellow pigment and aroma in the raw materials. The fragrance of yellow locust flower and yellow chrysanthemum seed is mixed with the natural flavor of Du Jing, and the fragrance overflows. The next step is to wash the rice. Every household always takes out the fragrant rice and cleans it. I vaguely remember that it was the match between glutinous rice and polished round-grained rice. It is about the first half of glutinous rice and the second half of Japonica rice. Mother always climbed up in the early morning and poured the yellow yuan water boiled the day before into the rice which had been washed and dried slightly. After a day and night of soaking, my mother climbed up again in the early morning, and she always woke up our sleeping brothers and sisters. We helped to put the colored yellow yuan rice into the tall rice steamer. It was extremely cold in the early morning of winter, and we all curled up in the kitchen. The blazing fire in the stove slowly drove away the cold for us. When waiting for the rice to be steamed, our brother and sister always competed to occupy the warmest place in front of the stove to keep warm. You can smell the delicious yellow yuan rice after adding firewood and steaming it with high fire for an hour. We are already full of gluttonous food. Mother asked her father to help carry the rice steamer from the stove. Opening the lid of the rice container, a burst of fragrant yellow yuan Rice came to my nose. Mother first poured the hot yellow yuan rice into the big dustpan which had already been prepared, and then poured the yellow yuan water on the yellow yuan rice. We brothers and sisters let every rice be stained with yellow pigment of yellow yuan water. After some yellowing, until the yellow yuan rice on the big dustpan completely cooled down, I have to put them into the rice steamer again and steam them for the second time. After the second hot steaming, the yellow yuan rice becomes more yellow, transparent and moist. Mother and father put the steamed yellow yuan rice in a wooden bucket, covering it with clean cloth to prevent the rice from cooling down. I heard from the adults in the village that the former yellow yuan rice fruit was pounded in the stone mortar, smashed and smashed into balls with hard Miscellaneous wooden sticks, then rubbed evenly with hands, and cut into pieces to make rice fruit of various shapes. Nowadays, the conditions in the village are getting better and better, with specialized machines. When the hot fragrant, soft and tender rice fruit came out of the machine, we, who were still children at that time, always grabbed it quickly, dipped in the oil and water of chili sauce that had been prepared for a long time, and greedily put it in our mouth to have a. Adults always use their skillful hands to cut yellow yuan rice fruit into squares of uniform size one by one. Then, put them in a ventilated place to dry, and the yellow Gannan yellow yuan rice fruit will be formed one by one. Yellow yuan rice fruit is not only refreshing, but also should be stored for a long time. However, because the process of doing it well is really complicated, in order to keep it for a longer time, we use modern technology to vacuum package the dried yellow yuan rice fruit, then cook and disinfect the packaged rice fruit in a pot with 80 degrees of water, which can ensure that it will not break down for 3 months at normal temperature. Every time I see Huang yuanmi Guo, I always think of my laborious mother and my childhood which is gone forever. 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…

Ball

The ball number of these days has been unable to get on, and later I learned that it was stolen. The ball number was also stolen once when I just went to work. There were the contact information of my college classmates, high school classmates, and even more good friends. However, due to the theft, all the contacts were broken! Until later, someone applied for one for me. In the space of this number, I have the joys and sorrows of the past ten years, and I have praised all kinds of information related to the outside world for the past ten years, which is worthless and meaningless to others, but for me, is baby. A little penguin who had been with me for nearly ten years lost contact with me in this way, and there was an unspeakable loss in his mind. Seeing that space here, life seems to be back to the past, which reminds me of every bit of my son’s childhood and happiness when he just went to work, I remembered the sweetness and distress when I first met my family. I love that life. Although it was monotonous, there was no lack of happiness. 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…

Wind

I like the wind, and I like the style when the wind starts. At the beginning of the wind, the grass, which was as quiet as a virgin, seemed to be creaking on the waist, and immediately danced with joy; The air around was no longer empty, and there was a layer of chestnut in the silence and empty spirit, it seems that you are going to give birth to floating clouds and fog in your eyes. Then, the wind swept over the ground, crossed the branches of willow trees, could not roll up the dust, but drifted away your thoughts. People’s thoughts are sometimes light and sometimes heavy, but they can’t stop the wind from shuttling freely among them. If the wind was there, my heart would not stop the water, so I like the wind, the freedom and willfulness of the wind, and of course, I also like the other appearance when she started. I like the mystery and warmth of the wind, the charm and passion of the wind, the poetry and generosity of the wind, and even the mess and wildness of the wind …… the spring breeze rises, and the branches are full of cyan, splashing gouache; The water was dizzy and rippled, and the fish and insects were stung. The old people stretched their curled bodies, and the children chased the busy butterflies among the flowers …… swallows swarmed around the flying beam, whispering; The wind gently floated up the skirt of the girl who was pregnant with spring, blowing out the eyebrows and eyes of countless teenagers, mysterious and warm. When the summer wind rises, the landscape contains blue and black, and the Lotus becomes more and more delicate and charming; The sky changes color immediately, and the heat wave flows in the air, which turns into a state of fear or surprise. Thunder and Lightning came on stage one after another. Wind and rain danced with each other in a graceful way, flying freely. The slanting rain splashed and wet the girls’ shoulders. The wind raged and blew away the girls’ long hair, which was passionate and charming. The autumn wind blew up, the Golden Maple withered, the yellow Tong bald, the Alley thinner, and the sky widened. A cold autumn wind. The autumn wind blew across the ground, rolling up fallen leaves and bringing ripe golden yellow. Who says that the lonely coolness of the autumn wind will never change through the ages, and the beauty of wandering along the autumn path will be poetic and lofty. The winter wind blows, and the world returns to its original appearance. Rivers are frozen, and everything is hidden deep. The cold wind is messy, cutting the pedestrian’s face; The winter wind is wild, raging away people’s hearts. But all this happened to meet a heavy snow all over the sky, and all the pain changed into a season of long-lost joy. The wind is probably everywhere, is it everywhere? Air is our breath, while wind is the soul of air dance; Even if it seems calm sometimes, it is just the way she misses, remote and warm. From spring to summer, from autumn to winter, the wind and dust live, or the wind and clouds surge, and the world changes in our eyes. There is no trace of the wind, or the rain is sudden and the wind is crazy, which is the world we must pass through in this life, and sometimes it is the world we yearn. What’s more, a dream in the world of mortals, how can there be no wind or rain? Four seasons of the year, maybe more than one day, the wind has a different look. Zen said: not wind, but heart. Then, all the wind is just like a heart. Years and times, bosom friends are always there, then there is no need to ask, the wind is moving, or the wind is moving. You don’t have to wait for the time to grow old, and the wind will stop; You are willing to be with the wind, and sit and watch the world indulge in greed. 2015 nian 3 yue 15Like (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…

To North

Once there was a snow in the forest, which was the first snow of that year. It was surprising and exclaimed that large tracts of white elves fell in the sky. I walked in the forest with her. I saw her looking white in the forest. There was a heavy snow in the forest. Everything in the forest became white. The white pine trees and fir trees, white fallen leaves, we were wandering in the forest at that time. You told me that there was a book called Norwegian forest, and only read the name of this book, under the circumstances at that time, would you also remember whether the forest in Norway also snowed or not? If a person fell in love with someone, would he fall in love with the forest she had been, just as I saw snow in the forest today, I remembered your flashing eyes in the snow, and I also remembered that book called “Norwegian Forest, I want to write another text for you in the forest of snow. The name is White lover. Maybe only the purity of snow matches the pure feelings in the text I want to express, we also said that we would go to the corner of Hokkaido to watch the snow and watch you shouting in the snow. At that time, we finally realized our wish to see the snow all over the world, we also become white lovers in our stories. Why do you want to go to Hokkaido to watch the snow? It is probably because the original atmosphere in Japan is very good. The original people in Japan can construct a beautiful and magical world, in that world, there are cities in the sky, streets in the wind and so on, which are close to us. In Hokkaido, you may be able to walk into your real original inner world. 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…