Night

Today is my mother’s death day. Four years passed quickly, and the immortal passed away, leaving only scattered memories and endless thoughts for the living. I was the only one missing for the four siblings. They only shed a few lines of tears in the South thousands of miles away, and only wrote a few words to comfort the sorrow. At about ten o’clock in the morning, sitting at a friend’s place, little sister called and said that she had just returned from her mother’s graveyard, and the eldest brother and younger brother had added graves for her mother in person. I called my father at 7 o’clock in the morning. All my family members were busy in the west yard and no one answered. They slept in a daze until more than 8 o’clock. They were woken up by the sound of the machine and opened their eyes to the east window. On the phone, my little sister said that the plum trees in the yard were ripe and delicious, crisp and sweet. I don’t remember whether the plum trees were planted by my mother before her death. I only remember that the fig trees and persimmon trees were born when my mother was alive. Now the fruit trees are still bearing sweet fruits every year. The Man Who Planted Trees has already been gone, leaving only warm memories and thoughts for the living. The business in the store was not so good, so I had more time to read books to kill time. Shen Fu from Qing dynasty had already read the last chapter of “Six Chapters of floating life. The experience of yunniang in the book makes people sigh, especially the fate of yunniang makes people full of melancholy. Good books make people feel personally on the scene, and the rough fate of the protagonist touches people’s hearts, which makes readers feel uneasy. I haven’t been worried about an irrelevant person for a long time. I saw my mother’s shadow from Yun Niang. In the past, my mother often refused to see a doctor because of minor disasters and minor illnesses. Chinese women are virtuous and generous, it is also reflected vividly on my mother. It is too hard to overdraw too much that leads to serious illness. The Dragon Boat Festival is approaching, and the weather is getting hot. There are only a dozen mu of lotus root fields outside the middle school wall, and the lotus leaves in the pond are infinitely clear. Maybe the lotus flowers will be different in the sun in a few days. I went out for a walk in the evening and walked through Uncle Lin’s garden. A faint fragrance flew by, smelling the strong fragrance, which was Jasmine. That afternoon, my family were all taking a nap. I was not sleepy, so I came to uncle Lin’s garden again. Under the mango tree in the small garden, countless snow-white jasmine flowers bloom in the middle of a large clump of green Jasmine leaves. Fragrant Snow jasmine, these four words popped up in my mind. I think the word fragrant snow is the most appropriate for Jasmine. There are also two basins upstairs. Sometimes I pick a few and put them in the room. The whole room is dyed by fragrance, and one flower can smoke the fragrance of one room, this ancient poem should be the best portrayal and praise for Jasmine. I also like soaking Jasmine in a transparent glass, watching Jasmine bloom in the water, making a cup of jasmine tea to drink, making every cell of me have the Fragrance of Jasmine. 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…

Let life

In fact, I like traveling as many lives in my life. I not only like it, but also am deeply obsessed with it. Especially when I go to a place with profound cultural deposits, it makes my life linger, spaced out. To be honest, I liked traveling very much since I was a child, but at that time, due to limited conditions, I had to give up my love reluctantly. After work, I have been to many places with my company, such as the mountain city of Chongqing, Sichuan, the capital of Beijing, Wuyi Mountain, the hometown of Wulong, Weihai, Shandong, Bangong Island, the ends of the Earth, Hainan, which is common in four seasons, jiangsu wan yu and all the places of interest visited almost all the and clearly in mind. I never deny the comfort and comfort brought by traveling to life. Life increases experience inadvertently or unconsciously while also reminding spiritual quality. As far as my personal life experience is concerned, tourism indeed contributes to the height and depth of my heart. If we say that life is wandering or traveling in the sea of books blindly, then life will naturally have more bookish spirit, but the so-called aura will naturally be less. This is the reason why scholars at all times and in all countries indulged their lives in landscape. Whose outstanding representatives are Ouyang Qiuzi, Wang Youjun, Xu Xiake and Su Dongpo, which one is not the pride of the times, and which one is the bookworm who stung the stock with a cone beam? Ouyang, who wrote down the famous articles throughout the ages, pushed the realm of the benevolent and wise Leshan of Chinese literati’s feelings to the extreme through the drunken Pavilion. Wang Youjun was the master of books, and no one could compare with his pen and ink in the world. No matter from calligraphy art to literary aesthetics, his preface of Orchid Pavilion could be regarded as the world-class level, and no one would admire him. Besides, Mr. Dongpo has a profound life experience, he has learned a lot, and he also behaves like a wavy person. His articles are elegant and romantic, and his famous works are everywhere. He is honest and upright, and has outstanding political achievements. He is arrogant and fatuous, he didn’t distinguish the true from the false, and was often framed. He was demoted again and again. What was gratifying was that he was free and easy in personality. He made full use of his demoted again and again, taking demoted as a tourist, visiting famous mountains and rivers, looking, tea cooking word, When sitting in meditation and asking for meditation, even the eminent monks in the temple were surprised and admired it. As the old saying goes, the more the past went, the more the world changed. Yes, after several times of wind and rain, several times of spring and autumn, time has come to the present reality, tourism is no longer the patent of officials, and ordinary people no longer regard tourism as a luxury of life, as long as they have time, if you are in a mood, have a place to go, and have spare money, you can set out anytime and anywhere. You can choose at home and abroad. As far as the current tourism situation is concerned, many people travel frequently for the tired and sleepy life, which in their words is to relieve their lives. If it is true, then I think this kind of tourism is not only not enough, but also a waste of resources, moreover, the environmental pollution caused by it causes physical and mental harm to real tourists, which cannot be tolerated by tourism itself. The real tourism is carried out with beautiful humanistic qualities, rather than taking a cursory look and disapprovingly going like some people. Yu Qiuyu, a famous scholar, is a traveller worthy of the name. His works are as good as others. His travel words travel through history, ancient and modern times, and penetrate the humanistic ecology. He is called a splendid scenery of travel and can be called an expert of tourists. There is also a traveller named Yu Shunsheng whose life has long been dusty and forgotten by the fast pace of life. His hiking is the same as his ancestor Mr. Xu Xiake, not for the so-called relaxation and life, his travel was a behavior that his life couldn’t help being influenced by nature, for which he paid the price of his life. Now when we think of this travel hero, looking at the spectacular natural scenery he left for us, how to face the same life of traveling? He loves life and travel very much. He doesn’t hesitate to say goodbye to his wife and children and treat travel or adventure as a career of life. It is not only a spirit of dedication, but also an ideal person’s attitude towards life, the high respect expressed by life! At this point, what I want to say most is: tourism is a kind of culture and a kind of life feeling, which must be supported by knowledge structure and self-cultivation, if you lack this as the basis and premise, then even if you go there, you can only feel the feelings of the senses, and there is no change to the soul of life. At best, it makes life go out for a walk: looking at mountains is mountains, looking at water is water, what else can it have? I have said that I like traveling since I was a child, but now when I grow up, I am talking about traveling, which makes me a little uncomfortable. Don’t you like it? NO! Did you become an old man? My answer is still NO! What is the reason? The reason is very simple. Firstly, the tourist place is too busy and noisy. What else can I do except being bored when I go there? Secondly, it is also the best excuse for me not to travel: that is to say, I am a wage earner with a lack of money, and it is the responsibility and obligation to support my family. Thirdly, facing the convenient and fast lane of the Internet, I want to travel there at will, at your fingertips and at your fingertips. Of course, I know that there is a big difference between the actual tourism and the virtual online tourism. However, is there a more economical and effective way in reality? Therefore, in order to make up for this defect, I tried my best to let my life go out, take a walk in the nature, go to the Riverside in the afterglow of the sunset and talk with the Stars, The Sun and the moon at night, and cross a small forest, it is also a good choice to walk on the Bluestone Road to the countryside. In other words, traveling does not have to leave the homeland and cross the ocean. As long as life has the potential to love life and nature, no matter where it is, it is a kind of travel, which is helpful to life and soul. On the contrary, even if you go abroad, tourism will also become an undeserved empty talk. In view of those behaviors that regard tourism as recreation, I can’t say that I reject them, at least I should be holy respectively. I know that there may be some people who disagree with my shangtong statement, and even the resistance is unknown. However, my life is a maverick, and I don’t follow the crowd and follow the crowd, I always stick to my own quality, just like the scenic spots in nature, and do not change the essence because of the large number of people or the small number of people, praise or disdain. In fact, what I want to say is, Tourism is not a trend, let alone a kind of kitsch. Its essence should be the same as life itself, with artistic personality and aesthetic concept worshiped, so as to return to nature and see mountains as mountains, water is the effect of water! Let life travel, you may as well bring your soul and the overflowing Literary fragrance! 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…

In most

You once gave me the delicate red rose, which was so gorgeous that you couldn’t help crying in your eyes. Now even though there are thousands of people who don’t want to give up, you can only put this feeling aside. When I first met Fang Fei in April, I walked through the road you had traveled, went to your hometown, and saw the scenery you had seen. I always wanted to follow your steps, deep and shallow, I have a suitable ending with you. I always want to compose a harmonious prelude, sing with you in a low voice, go to the world of mortals together, and end up with each other. Now, time flies, and winter snow lightly dyed hair in one season, the heart of the brow has faded away from the peach blossom at that time. Although The spring color is approaching, the bottom of the eyes is full of dew. I haven’t seen the sunrise for a long time. I rolled down the window, facing the wind, looking at the depth of the mountains, the light orange and orange on the horizon, and gradually fainted. The gray sky became bright, with warm sunshine, sprinkling on the quiet land in the morning and on my face, everything is warm and peaceful. At first, what we expected was not the most common and easy to get in this world, but the extremely rare gentle and calm years are quiet, okay? It is not easy for such a tranquil place to be really guarded. When the height of the two people is different and I am still holding the indifference and tranquility in my heart, you have already gone far away, we in not the same height looked at each other, I have fail to seize your hand, or you also hold I, like hand of sand, just 1.1 points of scattered, if you can’t get together again, the fate will gather and disperse, and the fate will come and go, like wind, easy to die, like running water, difficult to turn back. The fireworks of that year was a flower event that would never fade in my memory. After that, I departed and thought carefully that you were not my beloved, and I was not your only one. I just went into the red Inn by mistake and met by mistake, as destined, who said, but missed each other, worried about this for a long time, think about it, now let’s unload our chains in the name of love, it is indifferent and peaceful, I never like to be tough by strong people. Most of the time, I am embarrassed by myself. It is time to live for myself and let me be willful once. The two people who love each other, I love you, and you also love me, this is the best love; I love you, you don’t love me, and you are doomed to endure all the indifference from him, even more. However, when two people who are not at the same height decide to fall in love, it may be beautiful at first. After a long time, all kinds of problems come, and I am not at your height, but I just want to be a person of high level with you. It is almost impossible with my temper, so I let each other live. The Wishing Tree of that year, the rose of that year, lost all color. At the most beautiful time, who will be disappointed. Wen/Leng Taiyang Zan (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…

Non-

It is said that Beijing began to be hazy from yesterday, but we have already returned to the Central Plains to the south. At this time, the Mid Autumn had passed, and the wild was green and blue. Even if I am now, it was cloudy but sunny. The rain of yesterday evening was cool, and the chill seemed to have a seemingly refreshing and refreshing smell. The birds were still in the wind in front of my building at ten o’clock in the morning. The osmanthus trees, persimmon trees and pomegranate trees were singing, which was no longer their favorite dawn. His son studied in his room, and he had to work hard. He didn’t understand or he wouldn’t care about the beautiful season and cool weather in mid autumn; And his wife, who was working for the family and children, in order to survive, even her eyes and the wind around her were working hard. And what I can’t forget is to keep the beauty and sunny in front of me; But what I can’t forget is the desolation of autumn leaves that will come soon. I was in the cool wind last night, in the mysterious rain, I have smelt the frost and chill. A fall rain a cold, a night of autumn wind a yellow dry. I have already understood the bleak rain and withered yellow, which will spread all over the world. All things will wither, and the grass will go up to the sky, and the Yan family will move south. Who doesn’t know, who doesn’t know? However, I know it clearly and miss it so much that I can remember it at any time. It is really mysterious. Why let the son who is studying read loudly to train his courage? But it was a low autumn sound, and only the song “autumn sound Fu” of the black man for the stars could be heard? Of course, the most unforgettable and unforgettable thing is the snowy weather. In the year when I was teaching in No. 18 Middle School, the weather was cold and the Wood leaves on the road were declining; The tall poplar was thin and Bony; The low houses from far and near, and the oil felt sheds were set up everywhere, but there was no figure. Several partners and I, a little far away from the city, decided to eat in the restaurant by the roadside. The wind is in the north and the wind is in the north. The wind is mixed with ice and snow, and it is approaching, riding through the cotton-padded jacket; It is difficult to walk, the snow particles hit the cheek, causing cold pain, urging people to turn back. And we, the vigorous US, roared and roared towards the bloody snow: Go, brothers; Go! The love and nature are vivid in my mind and cannot be forgotten. Sent to Xuzhuang Primary School, alone. After school was over at five o’clock in the afternoon, there were only snow fields in the distance, piles of graves in the distance, and rows of thin tall poplars nearby, standing high without a blade; however, it was not silent. The sound from far and near was the roar of snow and snow. It could also be said to be a grimace, tangled and difficult to walk around you. So he pushed his bike for a while and rode for a while. Back to the corridor of home, the wife who knew someone had come down from the upstairs, took the car, held my frozen hands, slapped the ice on my shoulder and hair tip, which was totally cold. Now, I don’t remember that my feet are numb and my whole body is cold. Instead, I feel the cold snow of reading Sant, Nietzsche and Zhou Guoping, which is unforgettable and unforgettable. At this point, on the day and night of ice and snow, I will go out specially, against the cold wind, stepping on the ice, knowing that I am still alive, I am still me; At this point, on the day and night of autumn leaves falling, I would like to make a special trip to enjoy the autumn, saying that the flowing water fell into the autumn and filled Wei Du, and the flowing water passed away to send the future. No matter how far the road is, I went to dinner on foot. I took my wife’s belt to Beijing for my new inspiration and new learning. What’s more, my son will study there for one month, in the cold winter, in the ice and snow in the north of shuo. For this reason, when I read the book “Chinese cultural character”, I deeply thought about my nation, not only to miss the courage of the Han, but also in the conflict between the farming culture of the Han nationality and the nomadic culture, the spirit and nature of martial arts that were dug up or strong should also be deeply remembered. Seventy years ago, two hundred years ago, the Chinese nation fought bloody with Chinese civilization, marine civilization and island culture. Yes, it should be remembered that no matter it was such a warm mid-autumn period, or the long bright spring, bloody struggle, dead leaves and snow, they should not be forgotten or forgotten; Continue to work hard and rise bravely. 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…

Dream

Mr. Feng Zikai was deeply influenced by Master Hongyi (Li Shutong) and believed in Buddhism all his life. He was not only a devout Buddhist, but also a cartoonist and prose master admired by the world. Mr. Feng Zikai’s paintings are very homely, and he doesn’t pursue any peculiar oddity in the landscaping and writing, but it is a profound and eternal result in the reality. The caricature he drew is simple and simple, which implies the detached intention of being born and the heart of being concerned in the world. It is the kind of touching ordinary, or the bitterness that makes people cry. Mr. Feng Zikai once said to people: the two characters of comics are meaningful, diffuse and casual. The paintings written by the wind at random can be called comics, because my feeling of caricature is the same as writing essays, but the expression tools are different either with lines or words. Mr. Feng Zikai is honest and plain, simple and natural, without any fake ornaments or falsehood. His prose is the portrayal of himself, and most of his prose narrates the life he has experienced personally and the people and things he contacts with everyday. Mr. Feng Zikai’s prose is not only the sincere expression of the main feelings, but also the profound expression of his ideological wisdom, and also the ideal writing of his spiritual pursuit. Style, rustic and candid. Mr. Feng Zikai has a constant expression motif, that is, the writing of the soul. His prose lies in nature. As clear as the cloudless blue sky, as simple as the Earth at the end of the world, as bright as spring and autumn, as green as summer and snow in winter. His prose is not only simple and natural, but also natural and simple in theme and artistic conception. Whenever I read Mr. Feng Zikai’s Comics and proses, I just wonder when our world will be less fraudulent, less persistent, more natural and more indifferent? In the 1940 s, Mr. Feng Zikai said in a speech of Xiamen University: I think people’s life can be divided into three layers; One is material life, the other is spiritual life, third, Soul Life life is such a three-story building. Recently, I was so idle in the office that I liked to sit on the sofa and ponder the meaning of Mr. Feng Zikai’s words with my eyes closed. Then I thought about it, which floor should I live on in my life? To be honest, I saw myself at the age of 40, but I didn’t even have a chance to walk in and have a look at the lowest floor building, let alone the second floor building, what is it like in the three-story building. When I was free, I thought about it carefully and felt very sad. I felt that I was still such a poor and poor fool. I know that I am an emotional person with contradictory thoughts. I am very capricious, self-respecting and arrogant in real life, especially when I am in a happy mood, there are always some irrelevant hopes for the future life. Even now, I still want to continue to wander freely in the ocean of this fantastic society. Although I know that this little mackerel is likely to be bitten by a sea dog or engulfed by a shark during the roaming journey, I don’t care much about those dangerous things. Who can live without a dream! My life dream is to draw several colorful pictures of human soul life for everyone to appreciate and ponder. My life dream is to create a group of living social villains with noses, eyes, expressions and thoughts in real social life, for everyone to read their own life and think about their future life. To be honest, what on earth are the pictures and groups of colorful figures that I often imagine in my heart? I am not very clear either. However, it seems that I have already had some hazy original pictures and groups of primitive statues of fuzzy lakes in my heart. Whether I can paint and shape some small figures of different shapes that I imagined at ordinary times. Although it is still unknown now, as long as God let me live, I will not give up my dream. At this point, I am quite confident. I know that I am stupid. I can’t paint the Mona Lisa in the West in my whole life, nor can I shape the vivid image and vivid expression in Dunhuang grottoes in our country, the Oriental Mona Lisa with smiling face and expression from the bottom of my heart. Writing here, I suddenly had such a strange idea in my heart. In this real social life, I should also own a three-story villa of my own, and the type of apartment with a big yard. The first floor is my material life; The second floor is my spiritual life; The third floor is my life with sublimated soul blended by material and spirit. It doesn’t matter at ordinary times. I just set up a shelf in the big yard of the villa, plant grapes, serve flowers and plants, make bonsai, raise birds, fish and dogs every night, as long as it doesn’t wind or rain, I sit in the yard smoking cigarettes, drinking strong tea, drinking old wine, appreciating stars, enjoying the moon, playing the zither, blowing a few songs of cucurbit gourd Silk, enjoying my mood, what a pleasant life like that! Thinking, thinking, I am so beautiful. Of course, it would be more wonderful if I could reach Mr. Feng Zikai’s state of life and life thought one day earlier. 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…