Brother

A nightmare of the devil has not dispersed, the dead have grown up, and the living must be firm. My younger brothers helped the local people carry relief supplies on the day after the disaster and took active actions. It was said that they would go to Zhouqu again the day after tomorrow to undertake the task of emergency repair of county water supply and drainage, because he was engaged in this aspect of technology. Yes, as long as there is an opportunity, we should be obligated when we need it. After all, this is our common disaster. I will cheer for you! For Zhouqu refueling! I remember the suffering and heaviness you brought to people when you were missing. I thought a lot at that time——-. People can often inspire deep thoughts, thoughts, deeper thoughts and some things that are ignorant and hidden in ordinary times in extraordinary times, dangerous times and eventful years. When I was worried about your safety, I felt nervous and at a loss for it, I was deeply shocked and shocked by the Zhouqu disaster. I am deeply sad that our motherland has suffered a lot this year, with frequent disasters. I have seen shocking pictures, which are too miserable to bear gambling or connected with my heart and hands, sharing weal and woe to resist disasters, or I have heard touching and tearful photos one by one, the breathtaking story, I was knocked by something every day, trembling. Now, what I can do is only trivial donations and concerns thousands of miles away. Brother, as a migrant worker, I think you have done much better than me, much better, after all, you have experienced a test of life and death and a baptism of life. You have seen everything here with your own eyes, presumably everything here is deeply embedded in the imprint of your life. The day after tomorrow, you will take your luggage and rush to Zhouqu to repair the water supply and drainage of Zhouqu county, making a modest effort here. Besides, you are in such a hurry and firm voice. Yes, as long as there is an opportunity, we should be obligated when we need it. After all, this is our common disaster. I will cheer for you! For Zhouqu refueling! 2010.8.10 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…

Rain

In the rainy season, it was wet everywhere. The walkways, floors, and the clothes and towels all gave off a damp smell everywhere, and even the heart was cool. This kind of dull breath doesn’t suit me. The skeleton is like a broken frame. The nerve seems to be torn and split. The chest is so stuffy that I can’t breathe. But at this time, there is also an inexplicable restlessness. The rain came vigorously, no matter day or night, it continued for a day and night. The city was already: the land became shallow sea, and the road became vast. At this time of every year, there will be floods, whether the sewers in the city come or not to drain water or not, and there will be backward irrigation, which will cause many people to enter the water and many roads to be flooded. Last night, I saw some little guys with water cannons in their hands fighting in the square of the community. On weekdays, this is a place for fitness and leisure, but now it has become a natural swimming pool. No wonder the little guys seize the opportunity to indulge themselves and enjoy themselves? I remembered that when I was young, it was also this kind of weather, and it was also on this rainy day, I went to the river with some friends carrying adults to watch the flood and enjoy myself. We stepped on the knee-high water, running and splashing, very happy. But now I have no idea where this mood is going. In these two days, TV and WeChat also reported flooding. Those buildings all became ships berthed in harbors; Those vehicles, either swimming in the Yangtze River or riding wind and waves in the Yellow River; And the traffic lights at the crossroads all became navigation lights; in particular, every family on the whole Old Street was soaked in water all at once; Especially those historical relics that were protected were not spared to be killed. Watch really pain. Fortunately, I didn’t go out. I stayed at home, listening to the wind and rain outside the window, the erosion of the rainstorm, and the yearning from distant memories. This rainy season is really annoying. The rain stopped for a while last night, so I went downstairs to get some air. I saw a mess everywhere, and there were traces washed by the rain everywhere: leaves were scattered, sewage overflowed, mixed with scattered garbage, eyeful is Remnants. Seeing such appearance, my heart felt faint pain, which would hurt the cleaning workers again. I am leaving in June. It’s so fast that I can’t accept it. I had expected the joy of June, but because of the rain, I had to portray your appearance in the hazy, so vague and so far away. In last June, I told you: I don’t expect any more, I don’t whisper any more, I’m afraid that beautiful words will wet the cinnabar between my eyebrows, and I’m afraid that my long hair will splash down a pillow of flowers. But now, a whole year has passed, the muscles and veins are still involved, and the mood is still entangled by pain. In June, I really walked too fast. I walked so unsatisfied that I felt very uncomfortable. The doctor agreed that I could recover in a year and a half at most, but now a year has passed, but I still haven’t seen a complete improvement. I feel really uncomfortable. I know that some things are not good if they are good, and some things are not good if they are put down. Just like this rain, it withered and fell Red, but it could not wipe away the beauty of the past. The thing engraved in the deep memory still refused to leave. Close your heart, put the pain aside, lean against a corner of the window, thinking a lot. Look at the lines in the palm, how many are you and how many are me. Looking back on the past, a sense of coolness is breeding around the body, lingering with the rain for a moment. June is going to pass, but the rainy season has not gone away yet, but the smoke is still around the window. I look far away and put my heart in the rain. I hope that in the rain, I can write down poetic feelings, sort out the scattered frustration, clean up the incomplete tones, and completely graffiti and forget. 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…

Distressed

When she was in high school in the city, he went to school to see her from time to time, and brought a bag of snacks that she loved most every time. He always smiled and said kindly that your sister was busy with work. I came to see you. Remember to add clothes when it gets cold. He was a substitute teacher, and his salary was not high, but when he left, he would give her some pocket money. The classmates all admired her very much, and someone took care of her meticulously. She smiled proudly and satisfie, thinking that she was the happiest person in the world. At the same time, she also thought again and again that she must find a boyfriend like him in the future! For several weeks in a row, he didn’t come to school to see her. Her heart was empty, just like being hollowed out. Was he sick? Or what happened? Her sister came to see her in person, and brought a short and fat guy, saying that she was looking for another boyfriend. She didn’t believe that he and his sister loved so much and also for so long. How to divide them? When she went home on weekends, that guy was also in her house. He had money and a house, and the whole family liked it very much, but she was not happy at all. After dinner, she washed dishes in the kitchen and asked her sister quietly, why did you break up? His father died of illness, and his family owed a lot of debts. He was also a substitute teacher with poor salary. His parents persuaded me to separate the bowl and chopsticks in her hand and dropped them on the ground, the nameless anger suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart, and I shouted with my mouth open: You are mammonists, shameful and hateful! His father just passed away, how helpless and sad he was, how much he needed you to accompany him, but you became a traitor! Sister, you are engaged to others. Do you feel so happy when you treat them like this? She couldn’t say any more. She rushed into the bathroom and began to cry regardless of whether she could persuade anyone. In the morning of the next day, she didn’t even eat any food. She heavily fell on the door and escaped from the house in anger. Instead of going to school, she went to his house. She wanted to visit him and talk with him. When he was not there, his mother sighed, rubbing his dim old eyes and crying, “my poor child has gone to work far away, and I don’t know where he has gone. The day before he went out, he went to your house to find your sister. Your father cursed him a lot and drove my baby out of the house. The baby had nothing to write and could not find a place to live in the city. After walking dozens of miles of mountain road in darkness, she couldn’t listen any more. She closed her eyes painfully and let the hot tears slide down her cheeks. From that moment on, she hated that family, sister and parents. She couldn’t help going to the station and opened her eyes wide, looking for his familiar shadow in the long sea of people. Staring at the rail extending to the horizon, she sang such a song affectionately and sadly: when the train can bring you back to me, I am looking forward to where you are. No matter how many weekends please take care of me, she stood in the empty corridor blankly, he recalled happily and sweetly those wonderful and unforgettable moments when he came to school, his straight and well-fitting beige suit, his shallow smile, his white crystal-like teeth and bags of spicy and crisp potato chips brought by him could be empty and desolate in the corridor. Was there his familiar smiling face? After the college entrance examination, she failed. Regardless of the opposition of her family, she resolutely stepped on the train heading south. It was said that he wandered in the city where snowflakes could not be seen. She wanted to wipe away the tears in his eyes and pat the dust off his body. How many Sunset dusk, she lingered on the cross street again and again, dreaming of meeting him again. As long as she was similar to him, she would chase after him regardless of everything, but it was disappointing again and again. Does he really live in this city? Until one day, in a job Magazine, she accidentally saw his prose, sad words, and slight sadness flowing out. She looked at it and felt so sad that she couldn’t breathe, hold the magazine tightly in my arms. Tired of crying, she hurriedly found paper and pen, wrote to him and told him the secret buried in her heart without reservation. After the credible delivery, there was no news. She wore her lips and asked the supervisor for a day off to find him in the factory, but the security guard said there was no such person in the factory. He didn’t believe it and stayed at the gate crazily. After a whole afternoon, he still didn’t show up. She sang silently in the bottom of his heart: brother, how are you? After many years, is there a home station that you don’t want to leave? People come and go. Wandering in a foreign land for several years, he was alone in the wind and rain. He was exhausted physically and mentally and longed for a shelter from the wind. He was ill. He went to see a doctor and couldn’t find out his illness. He couldn’t eat during the day and couldn’t fall asleep at night. The fear he never had grew and spread in his heart day by day. He thought it would be better to bury his bones than to break the end of the world. His homeland was the final destination! Looking for a seat according to the ticket, he closed his eyes and thought about the mess. Someone beside me shouted: I am carsick, please change your seat with you. The voice was a little familiar, but I didn’t expect it was her. He is so depressed that he doesn’t want to meet acquaintances at all. She was so excited that her voice trembled. She grabbed him and said affectionately: brother, is that you? I thought I would never see you again. He nodded, smiled faintly and turned his head out of the window. Brother, I wrote you several letters, but you didn’t reply. I went to the factory to find you, and the security guard said he didn’t know you. I heard that after you broke up with my sister, I went to your house to find you, but my aunt said that you were far away, and I didn’t know where you went. I heard that you were working in this city, so I rushed over. I just wanted to see you. I hate my sister, I hate my dad, I hate that family! Girl, I don’t blame your sister for your father. Your sister will suffer hardship if she follows me. I am a penniless family and can’t afford your sister’s happiness. She has a good destination, and I wish her well! I miss your sister, but I can only miss her silently in my heart. Many times, I was in the telephone booth and wanted to call your sister very much. I just wanted to hear her voice, but once I called, I hung up in a hurry, I beat her peaceful life. On her wedding day, I was like a madman, running down the national highway until I was so tired that I threw myself on the hard ground. On the day I went out to work, I was going to tell you that I walked around your school for several times, but still didn’t go in. Your father said he saw me looking for you, the past, which would break my legs, was like the wind and smoke, and had already drifted away gradually with the passage of time. With the hope of a family on my shoulder, I learned to forget the scenery of the journey and walked all the way. At his hometown station, he found a taxi, helped her carry her luggage up and put it away, and told her to be careful on the way. She couldn’t help anymore, tears burst out in her eyes. He sighed and said softly: girl, no! I also want to send you home. It is terrible that your parents misunderstood you and you are not too young. Remember to find a man who loves you out of the window and leave her his familiar and thin figure. She suddenly opened the glass and shouted to his distant back: Do you know that you are the one who loves me the most! Like (prose editor: indifferent) 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. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Light

Inside the iron fence on Guangming Road, under a row of tall poplar trees, there was a row of rare but clean red brick houses. At the door of a room, my son wants to deliver water here. At that time, the sound of the city came from the street, bustling, unspeakable, vulgar and mysterious. What worries me is that my son is going to be all right, these medications delivered in different liquids. The figure of my son who was jumping just now, watching the Black Cat police chief in the TV for a few times in the room, but now he says one sentence after another: I am going to grow taller, and I can’t understand anything, I’m almost four years old? Why can’t I understand? I am four years old? Adults dare not look at it, but it is dangerous. Spiderman is changed by spiders. He sat under the tall poplar tree, on a chair made of steel welded, waving the left hand without needle tube, with a serious expression, as if there was no pain at all. Seeing that the liquid of the medicine dropped down at the last dropper, he urged me to pull out the injection. Hey, the suffering child. I was in a state of confusion and didn’t know what to do. My son had a low fever and kept wandering melancholy between 37 degrees and 38 degrees. He had been delivering water for nearly half a month and changed to three clinics, still wandering melancholy. Several doctors had no other ways. They asked the elder sisters of the unit, saying that when children were young, they always had low fever and could not find out the cause and effect, although they all survived well in the end. I have no choice but to worry about it. Gao Yang, who was in the Health Care Hospital after pulling out the needle tube, saw that the sunset in the distance had gradually fallen into the twilight; On the huge wall of the West, a corner of the gloomy twilight, a few Sunset clouds, like a weak child smearing light color casually, he told me that the secret which was hard to be known was hidden in the depth of the child’s handwriting and the colorful sunset glow. How to get inside the child’s body? And the child’s heart? So many mysteries? Melt Yourself into wisps, or crush into air to enter the profound field or space-time? But my son was also good at forgetting, which was tolerant and fearless. Not only did he forget the pain of acupuncture and the difficulty of delivering water, but also he soon forgot my reprimanding to him in anxiety, he didn’t care about me, and brought me a bowl of reddish brown mung bean tea: Dad, drink it! Words and deeds are like a clever and sensible teenager. I took it and said thank you, then drank it off. Rain irrigation parched. At dusk, when the depression eased slightly, outside the house, all kinds of noisy sounds were close to the tail. We could see that they were scattered on the ground one after another, and their ending; The sound of hearing their decay had begun to ring. The scaffold in the distance is still rising step by step day after day. You don’t have to stand up and look at it carefully or look up. When you raise your head, you will see its heroic posture with open arms; When you look down again, this potted plant at home has also grown up, as if in a flash, the blade is like a sword, the sword heart is lifted up, and the light is not bright but solid. Everything is rotting and growing. Just like my son, any illness and harassment could not stop his growth, including his nameless illness and reprimanding from even his father. Today is about to pass, the evening is coming; The brightness of childhood likes (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…

Let heart

Let heart, on duty that night on the way, I went downstairs. The Moonlight is a little fuzzy, I can’t see the stars. The gentle wind messed up my hair, and the air was filled with agitation. I heard the faint resentment of the rose and smelt the slight sadness in the wind. Alone, walking in the dark night, my heart is very empty. I said, my heart is a little barren. Otherwise, why does it become so empty? My friend said Dai Wangshu had a similar description, which was called The Joy of loneliness. Yes, a person’s loneliness may be a kind of sad beauty, and a certain moment is a different feeling under a certain state of mind. But I still want to get rid of this faint depression. I guess I am should go out for a trip or read some books carefully, just like what my friend said, at least one of my heart or body is on the way. What can be done is to choose to read. All I need is a cup of newly brewed Laoshan Green, a song of Yunshui Zen played by guzheng, let my heart go on. And this is destined to be a personal trip. I read Xu Zhimo, Yu Dafu, Nalan rongruo, Cangyang jiatuo, classic prose of Tang and Song poems, and even Stendhal. Shuttling through time and space, sometimes the heart will cry, sometimes the heart will be tired, sometimes the heart will be suddenly enlightened, and sometimes the heart will calm down. The Heart Walks in Cambridge, and everything becomes tranquil and pure. Understand that only when a person faces himself alone can he find his true self. So loneliness is not terrible, and you can even enjoy it. Xu Zhimo also said that to understand a person, one must have the opportunity to face it alone. -Granted. Take off the mask, you and I have to get to know each other again. And life is like this, forcing us to hide ourselves. It is not that we are willing to do so, but the helplessness of reality. Only when you face it alone, you say, I, now, have my makeup removed. I like you after removing makeup, honest and gentle. I firmly believe that this is the exchange of Hearts. Nalan rongruo and Cangyang jiatuo are both men like poems. Wandering in warm words, their hearts become soft. I admit that I appreciate talented men and desire to recite poems and Fu with them. If you have no intention of finding someone composing poems and lyrics at leisure, it will be even more surprising to me. Many cold, cold and warm nights, I knocked on the keyboard silently, letting joys and sorrows pass through the fingers, growing up short sentences randomly and standing quietly in the years. Nalan rongruo, I like it for many years and have never changed my original heart. I sigh with emotion that if life is just like the first sight, it is amazing that gambling books have been poured with tea fragrance, and now I only say that I was wrong at that time, sigh in Chuncong to recognize the flying butterfly. The gentle man has his own heroic feelings. Did Nalan rongruo ever leave the customs all the way to Hu youkangxi and write down the heroic words and sentences of thousands of tent lights at night? Cangyang jiatuo, the sixth lama of the reincarnated Lingtong, had you ever expected that someone would like him ardently after 300 years? And all this only comes from his poetry. I would rather believe that he wrote to my beloved girl than analyze too rationally whether he wrote love poems or Buddhist sentences. I firmly believe that Cangyang jiatuo, a man full of sorrow, is just like Nalan rongruo, but the thinker of the world’s frustrated life, he has love, hate and barriers that cannot be surpassed. The delicate mind was written down, leaving the descendants only the gradually distant back image that could not be reached. Unfortunately, history only hesitated, and you and I had already missed thousands of rivers and mountains. I am disconsolate guest in the world, I know what to do with tears. I believe I am understand it. Just like a scenery standing in time for thousands of years, at the moment I faced it, I knew you had waited for me for hundreds of years. Although it is only faced with words, and the time is not right and the place is not right, I don’t think this is a disaster. Buddha said, there is no tree in Bodhi, and the mirror is not a platform. There is nothing in the past. Where is the dust dyed? All encounters are not accidental. Everything has the truth of existence. Let nature take its course and listen to the arrangement from the heart. Flowers bloom when own fate unintentionally, cloud Cirrus easy at own chongrubujing. Therefore, the heart was open-minded, no longer entangled, no longer unnecessary sorrow. I’m tired, so I sort out the journey and have a rest. Tomorrow, the future, let the heart, on the road. 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…

Quiet

Northwest Shandong, Gaotang, summer is dry and hot. Rain seldom visits this place. You can’t see where the sun is, but its bright white light and air wrap you everywhere. People sitting indoors, standing under the shadow of trees, can’t escape its baking. People here are heat-resistant. Their way to deal with dry heat is to have hot porridge at dinner every day and drink plenty of tea during the daytime. The way I deal with it is not only drinking tea but also reading books to calm myself down. The so-called calm and natural coolness is sometimes because I forget about my foreign affairs when reading, and my qi and blood are relieved, so the natural heat is not so dry. Some time ago, I visited my grandson in Shenyang. Many consultants didn’t know I was back, and no one opened my idle thinking. Besides, I felt confused when I missed my baby, and suddenly got rid of the tense physical activity, so I was sure to slack off when I relaxed. The slack state makes me anxious, and such a low spirit will make me more agitated. Text cannot be written, painting cannot be drawn. Originally, these two were both low-handed. If you give up and don’t practice, all the martial arts will be wasted. I found a lot of books to read. Yu Qiuyu’s books, books of literary friends, and even the Book of Changes and the Bible were all my rereading scope. Only one day, they made me quiet and refreshed. Reading is the best regimen. I have never felt so quiet in summer. This state good. The good reason is that I have a deeper understanding of these words I have read. It can be seen that I never hate reading books. I used to dislike how shallow it was to read a book repeatedly. After calm down, the mood will naturally get better, not worrying about the relationship between income and life. In silence, it was the first time that I carefully appreciated my Basin of green bamboo. All her branches and leaves were stretching sideways towards the direction of light, like a wisp of waterfall leaning towards the corner of the table, form a momentum that cannot be reversed. It really moved me so much that even plants understand the value of light to their own lives. They have no eyes, but they can look for light by perception. Can not say magical. This pot of bamboo is the only flower and grass that I have kept for many years in my life. I have never paid attention to her, and I even didn’t water her for a long time, but she grew up by herself, every year, there are a few new buds, green as fog, and they are always quiet in the idle corner of the table. I don’t have to worry too much. She is the only plant in my room, and the air I breathe contains the oxygen she provides me. We are the life of each other. She doesn’t have any mood, but only grows quietly and faces the light blindly. However, my running from south to north, keeping up with the heaven, thinking about my career, keeping up with my career and struggling with family affection, far away from my own knife, can’t cut my own dishes. In fact, I don’t want to sigh that plants have given me any enlightenment. People should understand and put them down in time. The things that cannot be solved will not be solved. What should not be ignored most is the good scenery and good things around them. Just like one day I suddenly met several ladies playing tai chi in one corner of the square of the community. With a soothing classical music, they slowly stretched their tai chi posture, I am fascinated by the posture of martial arts. I think this is a quiet dance. I watched them quietly finishing the whole routine all the time. They almost froze. They came here to fight every night, but I didn’t find out. That night, I saw that beautiful sister was a coach and asked to join their team and learn Tai Chi from her. She warmly welcomed me, but she worried that I had no foundation. She said that they had practiced like this for three years. I know most that I have no foundation for what I do, so I don’t do anything well, but dare to do anything. I am always calm because of my lack of foundation. I always set up many things to worry about for myself, lacking philosophical wisdom and omitting a lot of happiness. But I didn’t want to do anything to the extreme. Every kind of interest is just interest. I also think so about tai chi. Two days later, I followed the whole tai chi routine. Of course, I didn’t fully understand the application of Qi and meaning of this kung fu. I just followed Bibi’s gestures and gestures, you can’t remember it independently. Even so, it feels fantastic. Finally, the beautiful coach took the initiative to teach me how to stand on the pile. She taught me how to pull my back with my chest, how to make my breath go out of Yongquan acupoint from head to shoulder, how to stand and rest, etc. While learning to do, I appreciate the wisdom of my ancestors. I met beauty unexpectedly because of silence this summer. 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…

Perceptual

Brother Mao is going to publish a collection of works, and I am really happy for him. I like Brother Mao’s words. His words are clean, concise, poetic and contain philosophy, which gives me the feeling of perfect combination of sensibility and rationality. A thing that tends to be perfect always makes people unable to write, so writing this journal can be said to be the most difficult time since I learned to write. I have known brother Mao for one and a half years! The details will not be described one by one. Here we only talk about his words. Reading his words is really enjoyable. His scenery writing will make your senses feel the ultimate comfort, just like appreciating light and exquisite landscape paintings. This visual feast is not what we can describe with pen and ink. His emotional words, when read, are so real that your heart will be lonely and then shed tears. Let’s take this farewell to the phone as an example: Have you ever owned or lost for a long time? Two Wandering Hearts will not go to the end of the world together. How many thoughts and thoughts were realized crazily in the unreal dream every night, and they were broken painfully. Tears no longer have the direction of loss, just like my missing and dream, suddenly broken wings this is his words more than twenty years ago. It can be seen from the words that he had deep feelings for the girl in those years, and this infatuated feeling jumped on the paper like this. Reading it, I felt his feelings in those years, that kind of decadence, the mood of confusion and even despair is so touching. Of course, his emotional words are not only these, but also “missing nowhere to escape”, “If you are not there, how can your heart be fine”, “just because of you”, “I haven’t seen it in this life, I have read it for thousands of years” and. Emotional words highlight his sensibility. But his sensibility did not stop at the love between men and women. Let’s take a look at his words of nature, whispers at night and unforgettable memories-missing San Mao, among which there are his familiar teachers, mother and daughter, there are also San Mao and Yao Beina that we are all familiar with, the elder sister that we are not familiar with but he is familiar with, and so on, especially the series of “The growth log of Little Sister” written for his favorite little sister, it can greatly present a sentimental cat brother in front of us. Don’t think that men are not emotional and have no warmth. Men are more affectionate than women in sensibility. When they are warm, they are steel and soft! Once I thought that if a person is emotional, his rationality will be less; If he is rational, his sensibility will be gone. This can be called a miracle here, Brother Mao. Words are derived from life and higher than life. From his words, we can see a real, real and all-round person. What I mentioned before is his previous words. The more I look back, the more I can feel. In fact, Brother Mao’s sensibility is more rational. We can read the rational words of Brother Mao from travel and marriage, the levels and cracks of life needs, the space of human nature and the series of “Sui Si Lu” and so on. All these explain the rationality of a man who loves thinking. We try to read this sentence, which is from “travel and marriage”: travel is to marriage, because the relative length of time is different, it can not be simply compared with the change of long-term gathering capacity, it makes the two have the possibility of fatal qualitative change. When you travel for a short period of time, you can quickly see the nature of human beings, and you can see whether your partners can tolerate or not. However, marriage for a long period of time can be managed carefully to cover up the differences in nature and artificially achieve peace, non-interfering, or juanjimei, kindness. Therefore, the persistence of some marriages often makes people sigh more than the separation after a trip. This text starts from Mr. Qian’s Fortress Besieged, explaining the inevitable connection between travel and marriage, they have similarities and differences. In the aspect of human nature discussion, they have indeed pointed out some helplessness of marriage which is totally different from each other. It can be said that every piece of writing written by Brother Mao faithfully records the process of his serious thinking. Due to the limitation of human thought, some thoughts may be the result of people from ancient and modern times thinking deeply, or there will never be a complete and absolute answer. As he said in travel and marriage, there is no best partner in life, only better. Although there is no complete answer to freedom, humanity, the existence of life and so on, there are all unique opinions here. This unique understanding was especially emphasized by him when he taught me to learn writing. I once remembered that Xu Zhimo described Nalan rongruo in this way: Cheng rongruo experienced a season of life which was more poetic than poetry, and a piece of words from his trusted hands spread through a world of you and me, you can urge the fireworks to bloom all over the sky, and you can urge the tea from the mountains to bloom. I think Brother Mao’s words give me such a feeling. Nalan is emotional. At a young age, he can’t feel much about the vicissitudes and changes of the world. Nalan is always an imaginary existence for me, because he has already passed away, and brother Mao is within my reach. I may not be able to witness his experiences in the past, but now and in the future, I can truly feel his existence. I am lucky that I can meet him. His poetry and profound thoughts will definitely affect my life and that of more people. His space was always closed, and only few people could enter. Today, I like to hear that the collection of old cats is about to be published, and the appearance of the collection will definitely arouse thousands of waves. His rationality and sensibility are integrated in his words, which is the crystallization of his wisdom and painstaking efforts. He took the pen as a song, and the song was OK, only wishing that more people could listen to this heavenly song attentively, blessing. 24th, February, 2016 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. 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