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The mountains and rivers, fields, villages and vegetation outside the tall buildings could not reach my eyes, but I could imagine. They have been kept in my memory, active in my thinking and presented in my dream. That was the place where I was born and raised. At the foot of Jincheng mountain, there were beautiful mountains, dense trees and steep slopes. I have measured the length of those ridges with my feet, and I have tested the temperature of the sun with my body, from morning to sunset, from spring and autumn to winter and summer. They have truly accompanied me, trained my physical strength, tested my endurance and tempered my perseverance. They make me unforgettable, they make me dream. Once the pain comes to memory, it becomes sweet. The dribs and drabs of that poor age were like the water that opened the gate. Yuojinggou is my hometown, and Songpo Ridge is the hill behind my house. There are several private plots on the slope. The snakes in the field once held in my hands like squeezing wheat stalks when I was cutting wheat, when there was a feeling of coolness of flesh and meat, the seven souls had lost their spirit. Fortunately, the sun had not set down yet. I shouted out of my soul and called my brother here. With my brother, I wouldn’t be afraid anymore, because he was tough and dared to pass by the big grave mountain which hanged people in the middle of the night, the new House ditch that buried people alive, the newly developed Guanyin Bodhisattva ditch head. These roads I am dare not go alone. Few people in our village dare, and there were also bold people who didn’t believe in evil. It was because they went back home at night after going to the market. When passing the Guanyin Bodhisattva ditch, the ghosts were beaten black and blue, so far, no reason has been found. Therefore, the problem of outlet has been bothering me. I think if one day I walk out of this place, which way will I go home? My house is surrounded by mountains. The smooth rice field in front of the door extends outward to qingyuntang reservoir. There are two roads to go, but I dare not choose those two roads, A liangfengya, which was going to cross xinwugou Dafen Mountain to the red slope beam opposite the reservoir and then climbed over the Sun to rest, went down the mountain, another road heading southeast through the Guanyin Bodhisattva ditch is a narrow road of about ten miles with high mountains in the middle of the canyon on both sides; the route behind the house is from the northeast to the east, where the sun rises to the top of the mountain and then goes down to the north. The Road is rugged, high and dense, and few families, There are often small animals running out of the forest, and they are worried that they will encounter robbers and epilepsy when they pass their heads. They have no choice but to go, I had to stay obediently in that place like a basin to be a frog at the bottom of the well and enjoy myself. In fact, there is nothing wrong with the life of a frog in the bottom of a well. What people live is a mentality, which has nothing to do with money or houses. The terrain surrounded by mountains happens to be as peaceful and warm as a cradle. The Jincheng mountain in the North is like a barrier, blocking the cold wind in winter and warming the people living here; The downwind village and Montenegro extending from north to East keep pace with it, only one exit forehead is left between them. Every time the sun climbs up the Heishan Mountain, the whole village becomes fresh, fresh and lively. The trees on those hills were first favored by sunshine, just like a young girl who had taken a shower wearing a layer of gauze, standing on the stage, pure and elegant. The adults in the village got up, drove the chickens and ducks out of the house, carrying the hoe to the ground; The child got up, narrowed his eyes and led the cattle and sheep up the mountain. Chickens and ducks incited their wings and shook off the dust; Cattle and sheep stretched their necks and sang loudly; Those birds had been chattering for a long time, shuttling back and forth among the branches, the lively and quiet village played the harmonious joy of nature. The poor and backward village lived with simple villagers, who lived on the mountain and ate on the water. Yuojinggou, a place with mountains and water, is just like a paradise. There are flowers in spring, moon in autumn, cool wind in summer and snow in winter. Beauty lies in nature, and everything goes with the flow. People who work at Sunrise and rest at sunset often get together and chat after dinner, which is as lively as a fair. That was the moment I liked. I could relax and do whatever I wanted, especially on summer nights, all sizes in the yard came out. Everyone was talking like a meeting, and the parents of the East and the West were short-lived. The words from all over the world were open, and the Foreign Affairs in ancient and modern times came. My father was good at telling stories, because he was literate and had read a lot of books. His “Xue Rengui’s expedition to the West” impressed me deeply. Although he didn’t remember the specific plot, the name was always unforgettable; my brother can also tell stories. Although I don’t remember what he said, I always appreciate his talent. He is good at farm work and good at reading. It is a pity that the times are not good and he encountered the Great Cultural Revolution, therefore, the future was buried in the cattle-raising field; Other people in the same courtyard would tell ghost stories such as the King of caokou, which were horrible and frightening. They said that they passed the graveyard in the evening, if there was no grass growing on the tomb, It is possible to encounter a ferocious-looking inhuman monster with dishevelled hair, open the big mouth of the blood basin, reveal two teeth which are bigger and longer than the teeth of the dog, suck passers-by into his mouth, and then you can imagine what happened later. I was very scared when listening to ghost stories. When I heard someone talking about it, my back felt numb. I quickly moved the small bench to the middle of people’s circle; Listening to ghost stories was very exciting and gave me endless imagination, imagine the ghost king when passing by the grave, and the image of passers-by lost his soul was also in his mind. Many years later, I didn’t see the tomb which didn’t grow grass, nor did I hear rumors like who met the king of caokou. It can be seen that those words were totally nonsense. Life at that time was monotonous, but full of human feelings. Adults gathered together to set up a portal array. Children played crazily in the yard dam. Fighting and peddling were regular programs. Singing and reciting were occasionally recalled. It was poetic to catch fireflies in the field in summer night, it is very cool to catch the moon in the well. It is challenging to catch a mountain mouse in the bamboo forest. In the bamboo forest next to the House, the mountain mouse always plays dissonant sounds there. It is annoying to quarrel and wants to shoot it to death, it was just that the smell of the mountain was bad, but the most worrying thing was to let it bite back. Fortunately, such a thing had never happened. The time of leisure and entertainment is always short. Although the children are in high spirits, they have to leave one after another with their parents. One year’s time ended in the alternation of day and night, and one year’s time passed away in reading and farm work. Year after year, I felt that going to school was the most beautiful thing. When I was tired of work, I went to school to have a rest. When I was tired of study, I went home to do farm work. My brain and physical strength took turns to learn knowledge and exercise, what is bitter is just the uninterrupted physical work during summer and winter vacations. Now I miss that time a little, I feel that I can enjoy the beauty given by nature by shuttling through the mountains, and I feel that I can experience the simple mutual help and neighborhood feelings by living in the village, I felt that living in a farm could fully enjoy the care of my father and brother. At that time, life was bitter but full of hope. Reading hope holiday, holiday a hope reading, busy hope Slack, a year most wish for the new year. Carrots and Mimi are sweet. Seeing that the new year is coming, kids want to eat meat, but dad has no money. Children’s songs express the helplessness and bitterness of life, and the charm of New Year grows secretly in children’s hearts. During the Spring Festival, every family cooks New Year’s Eve dinner. The fragrance of roast pig’s skull and pig’s tail spreads everywhere, and the village is filled with strong smell of new year. Take a deep breath, then take a deep breath, ah, it’s really fragrant! The saliva was going to flow out. When the ancestors set off firecrackers, the whole family sat around a table or several tables in a yard. It was lively and cheerful, harmonious and harmonious, the sweet and warm pictures are fixed into the true portrayal of folk life. Spring elimination snow Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. 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…

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On the last day of 2014, after watching a football match, I lay in bed early. In the quiet night, I let my thoughts fly. I recalled the road I had traveled in the past year and made plans for myself at the beginning of the year, try to follow the plan, never let myself idle, I am worthy of myself, because I finally really do things for myself, because I didn’t let time waste, because I found happiness! How many nights, after dinner, I will talk to my daughter. I: Take a walk after dinner daughter: Live to 99, in the walk, my daughter is happy, I am exercising; How many times I play with my daughter, walk to the countryside, my daughter is trained, growing up, I also found happiness! In 2014, I picked up the wasted life of writing again. I spend many weekends and holidays in the countryside. In one year, I was not afraid of hardships, walking in the mountains and rivers, villages and villages, ancient streets and alleys of Lianzhou, in order to seek materials for writing, sometimes for an article, the same village had to run three or four times, every time I find the materials I need in the article, it is my happiest moment. How many nights, sitting in the study, accompanied by books, making a pot of tea, playing a piece of music, talking with words, never bored with it. Most of the time, I told myself that it would be great if people didn’t have to sleep, so that they could spend more time doing things. How many nights, after repeated conception and language scrutiny, articles were written one by one. Each article was like my own child. Its birth poured my endless efforts; its birth also brings me incomparable happiness! At this time, I will hold a cup of tea, burn a cigarette, sit on the balcony and enjoy the indescribable happiness quietly! Therefore, I have to thank my friends, such as Xiongguang, Zhenming, Shikang, Jiandong, Haihui, Yongdong, Weihong, Shihui and Weiwang, who accompanied me to the countryside regardless of boredom, I am grateful to all the teachers and friends who gave me encouragement and help during the writing process, and to my wife and children for not complaining about them and letting me stay up late to write, thanks to the folks who provided me with materials and convenience when I went to the countryside. Besides being grateful, we have to work harder! On this quiet night, I remembered my work. Over the past year, I have tried my best. I am worthy of my conscience and salary in everything. I must thank the leaders for their understanding and colleagues for their cooperation and support, in any case, when you look down upon everything, you will feel relieved and deal with the complicated work with enthusiasm, enthusiasm and smile! On this quiet night, I remembered my family. Here is a plot that I can’t put down. I tried hard to do it, but I always felt that it was not enough. I only wish them health and happiness! In this quiet night, I thought of my relatives and friends. I have helped and done it. I hope I can understand everything. I know that I have neglected many relatives and friends for work, family and my own business. Sorry! After thinking a lot, it was already late at night. At this moment, a word I always said in my heart came out: no matter what today is, tomorrow will be a sunny day! At this time, I will leave my smile to myself. Thinking about it, I fell asleep with a smile. When I woke up the next day, I got up and looked out of the window. It was really a clear day when the sun came out, and suddenly I felt that this cold winter was not cold, the smiling face of the sun is warming people. The first day of 2015 is a sunny day. I will walk through the sunny days one after another with solid steps, warmth and hope! Qiu Jinsong (Lianzhou) 2015/01/01 praise (prose editor: indifferent) spring’s snow elimination 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 and rain

Wind and rain Life article/Ma Jiu (QQ:598845504) these days there are always light rain, and I feel that the rainy season is really coming. The rainy season of this year is late. If in previous years, the river near the house should have risen several times. Working outside, all the year round, always with the mood of rainy season, say change. In a small town, it has become a habit to move. There must be a reason to move several times a year, from east to west, from west to north, and from north to south, such continuous moving. This year, I just moved from the southeast to the northwest, and the rainy season came. There is a small river winding from the northwest of the small city to the southwest through the city effect, and also passing by my roof window. The window glass is broken, and everything outside is inevitable to rub my shoulder. Last night, it rained heavily for nearly an hour. Suddenly, I was awakened by the strange sound outside the window in my sleep. I felt like thunder in the blur, but I felt something was wrong immediately, how can I hear thunder for such a long time? I opened the window hurriedly and saw that the river outside the window was rising, rushing down like a big wave, and the house felt a slight vibration. There was no sleepiness anymore. He opened the door quickly with an umbrella to see the situation. The river had risen to half of the channel, and the situation was very critical. The bottom of the river is about 3 meters wide and 5 meters deep. I also knew about the situation of the river before moving. My neighbor said that except for the rainy season, the flow was almost cut off all the year round. Why does it rise tonight? Not bad, but after a long time, the rain stopped and the river gradually subsided. The Hanging Heart was released, and I slowly fell asleep. I also watched the news these days, saying that there were floods in a certain city, and the city roads were flooded. Some places were already deep for one person, and some places had no knees. The number of pedestrians and cars has been unable to move forward; In some places, after the flood, big and small fish were caught in the streets and alleys of the city, which made people laugh and cry. Sometimes when reading the news, I wonder alone that something that can be avoided does happen again. The flood destroyed the houses of the people, which killed several people. What was more embarrassing was that the debris flow flooded half of the town and so on. Such a thing should not have been built in such a place at that time. Now think about it, I know it is wrong. A lot of things are not as simple as I thought, and there is no foresight at all. Just like the heavy rain last night, the arrival was so fast that it might be too late to find something. Life is also like this! Who knows what will happen tomorrow? Only today, only today is your own! 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…

Free

With this injured expression, I am like a stubborn child, killing all the way, escaping all the way, youth. In June this year, it was her and her senior high school entrance examination. She loves to be quiet, and likes to go back to the countryside, raise flowers, grow grass and raise dogs. She was tired of the life in the city and was in panic. She loved it, a small cabin, the front yard, outside the fence wall, the green vines spread. In the backyard, birds, animals and insects sing, and dogs lie quietly and well-behaved. Hold the hoe and pick it. She smiled, sweat rolled down. Early in the morning, the sun first appeared, the dark brown tree branches were broken and messy, and the river was scattered with sparkling light. I suddenly realized how lonely and sad she was these years. The so-called toughness is because there is no shoulder that can let her rely on crying these years. In that late autumn, she had been to a middle school in the depth of the mountain to support her teaching, and the school building was leaking from all sides. Her heart was full of sadness and she was determined to stay and finish her dream. Deep house courtyard peacefulness. Pavilion Pavilion floor unique path. Why is a woman sad. In the dream, I felt the flowers blooming, and the old man walked away gradually. The wooden house was dim, and she passed away peacefully. At the foot of the Green Mountain, a wisp of smoke rose, burying the most tender warmth in her heart. No crying, no noise, just come out firmly, smile or silence. Reading books, doing exercises and taking notes, I am often tired and tired, but I can feel the comfort from the bottom of my heart and pursue rising in the busyness. Accumulate yourself from the bottom of your heart, start to reject, don’t believe, and start to close. 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…