Life

That was a few days ago, Langfang education bureau organized the activity of sending classes to the countryside. Our group gathered in director Zhang Warring States’s office to wait for the departure to Sanhe. This wide and wide office I am very familiar, and even stayed here for a night. Everyone sat and chatted casually. I conveniently read those books that director Zhang could reach, most of which were educational monographs. Suddenly, a simple cover came into my sight Mr. Yu Qiuyu’s “I can’t wait”. Suddenly, I was attracted by the title of the book. Under the premise of great economic development, the craze of publishing books swept the eyes of readers. The colorful binding design is disgusting, which is probably one of the reasons why people are too lazy to read. The book appeared like an old man, with a long shirt and beard twisting, standing tall and looking at me with a smile, which made me have no strength to avoid. Next, I can imagine that during the three days, I couldn’t help reading. Read the root of Yu’s family name, the family affairs of Qiu Yu, the rise and fall of national calamities, the helplessness of life, the worldly wisdom, the good and evil on the road, and the vicissitudes of wind and rain. In the hotel of Sanhe, in the restaurant of Yanjiao, in the rest room of the venue of Xinggong Primary School, in the back car, on the steps of the doorstep, on the mound at the entrance of hutong, I read it crazily. Read Miss er’s vague love story, the song of a madman in the midnight, the footsteps of Chiang Kai-shek’s Tibetan academy in the morning and dusk, the sorrow of the Cultural Revolution, the determination of grandmother to suffer from hunger, and the dark shot that Qiu Yu faced. I am excited, I am excited, my heart is filled with a force, and I seem to see a spark in front of my eyes. That is the breath and struggle of human civilization. For this big proposition, we are all participants, implementers, audiences and designers. We are all responsible for promoting kindness secretly, aren’t we? After reading a book, my heart gradually calmed down. It seems to have been running for a century. Looking back, can life be different? It is nothing more than a different 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…

Let spirit

I like to let my thoughts shed a boat, swim freely in the words, read carefully the safety of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and quietly feel the calmness of flowers and flowers, the joys and sorrows of the fleeting time, the warmth and warmth of human feelings, all of which are. In the world of words, there is no thin and cool human feelings and worldly wisdom, no sinister and sinister rivers and lakes, a drop of rain falls, a piece of flowers bloom, all are beautiful lines of poetry, a pool of spring water, a bend of autumn moon, all of them are included in the poems of literati and the words of Mogues, which make the soul rest in the words and enjoy a leisurely life. In fact, everyone has a lonely soul nowhere to be placed. In the complicated world, in the wandering world of mortals, through the fleeting time, feel different time, do different dreams, deep in the soul, I am always longing for a quiet place to calm down my heart and taste the waste of time and the impermanent life slowly. On a summer afternoon, I locked myself in the study and made a cup of tea. I only tasted its fragrance, but didn’t smell its sweet taste, letting a wisp of fresh and elegant fragrance into my nose, let your heart relax in indifference. Read a book that I like. There Are sunshine, rain and dew, gurgling water and blowing wind in the book. My soul is in the words, feeling the time when the clouds are light and the wind is light, feeling that kind of simple and elegant feelings, no mess of silk and bamboo ears, no strain of official documents, only drinking tea and reading, no need to ask about the world’s wind and frost, don’t want to be thin and cool, taste the rhyme of every word, A sentence of Kong-style. Feel the leisurely idyllic life of Nanshan under the old Mr. Tao Yuanming’s eastern fence of picking chrysanthemum in the text. A kind of yearning arises spontaneously. A low Straw House, a thin bamboo fence, and the front and back of the House are full of delicate and charming chrysanthemum. Chrysanthemum after chrysanthemum is a belief planted by the poet. Yuan Zhen said that it was not the world that loved chrysanthemum, and this flower was even less flowery. Monk Qi said that it was not for Chongyang to plant too much, but he really loved Dan Huang. People stand in front of flowers, making their clothes full of flowers and chrysanthemum fragrance, enjoying the butterflies dancing in the flowers, making people relaxed and happy. Looking up, they can see the nearby Nanshan Mountain, which is lush, high and low, A round of Sunset, shining on the sky, a few leisurely rosy clouds, a few eagle, singing and hovering in the air, such an artistic conception, you will be drunk when you think about it. Like words, like words is clean, the wind and frost of the world can not affect the purity of words, the sinister of the rivers and lakes can not contaminate the purity of words. A beautiful article can calm down the fidgety heart gradually, and a good sentence can open the clouds in my heart. Insist that the green mountains are not relaxed, and the roots are originally in the broken rocks. It is still tough to wear thousands of blows, and it is the southeast and northwest wind of ren er. What kind of calm and calm is it? To live, one must have a strong and unyielding spirit and a firm determination not to bend over the wind and rain. I straightened my waist, faced with difficulties, and had to rely on myself to be strong. Everything’s going to work out, as long as they do not retreat, no one forced you to back go. If you don’t experience a thrilling process, walk in the dark, or force yourself hard, you don’t even know that you can be so brave. A person is a lonely Walker with thousands of friends around him, but not everyone will be around you. Everyone has his own things to do. It is inevitable that sometimes he will feel lonely. There are many people accompanying you to enjoy the spring flowers and autumn moon. When you are in jail, maybe only the shadow will accompany you. Everything depends on oneself, against the wall will fall down, rely on everyone to run, there is a rough road, destined to finish alone. In the days when there is no one to accompany, feel the birds like Li Bai fly high and go to leisure alone. I am never tired of seeing each other, but only the detachment and calmness of Jingting Mountain. I am happy with the mountains and rivers, frown with the grass and trees, do not climb high branches, and only make a wild crane with idle clouds. Although the poem describes a kind of Vic, but it is also a kind of comfort to be with mountains and waters and to express your love between mountains and waters. Gao Ting is a pair of moon shadows, and who is the guest to share the wine jar. Meet each other and get drunk this evening, and sit and watch the Golden cake fall to Chengjiang. Reading a volume of beautiful essays is a kind of spiritual enjoyment. Looking up, I suddenly saw Hengyang Yan. What is the limit of thousands of words of love. I am a thin lover, and there is no book. Tears came back to Xiangge, and tears flooded the pink and pink. When the wild goose returned, there was no book to send to Iraq. Just a few lines of words, how many Spoony tears. A kind of expectation, a kind of heart-broken paper, reading the poet’s good words passed down through the ages, feeling the poet’s persistence in love, concern for his lover, and helpless feelings, can’t help sighing, love can be beautiful, drunk, or become a poison, eroding the heart. The beauty of love is an everlasting topic, which is a kind of lovesickness and two idle sorrows. This feeling could not be eliminated by any means, so I frowned but fell into my heart. I like this word of Li Qingzhao most, which is sad but not bitter, emotional but not sad. If love is fallen flowers, if love is flowing water, what kind of exile should love be? Out of the silt but not dyed, Zhuo Qinglian but not demon, a philosophy of being a person has been sung through the ages. To be a man, it is impossible to avoid dealing with all kinds of people. Only to be a gentleman, to be a scumbag, to keep the purity of the heart all the time, to face the complexity of the world, the merits and wrongs in the world, without a correct standard, but you need to have a mirror, face yourself all the time, and have a good attitude towards being a man. In this materialistic era, keep a pure self, don’t flatter anyone, don’t bend your knees, face all kinds of temptations, be your own master, don’t be a seductive slave, don’t lose yourself in the red wine. Being a person is like a lotus, growing in the silt, but not contaminated by the silt. After being washed with clean water, it is not seductive. It is a simple and elegant one, and only sends out a faint scent in the world. Taste a cup of tea, read a book, read quietly and slowly. Every word in the book has a soul. If you understand the book, you will understand life, only soul and reason can fly with wings. In this summer afternoon, sitting quietly in the moment of time, drinking a cup of tea, reading a book, making the soul quiet, just quiet, is the most beautiful time in life. Text: Falling red dust laughing like smoke QQ:1483563655 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…

Winter

In winter, thousands of mountains and birds fly away, thousands of paths and people disappear, it is the night when the sky is about to snow, it is leisure to drink a cup of nothing, it is the bright moon shining on the snow, the wind is strong and mournful, it was the sorrow of the clouds falling down at dusk and the rush of Snow dancing back to the wind. It was also the sadness of the yellow clouds falling in the daytime, the north wind blowing geese and snow one after another. It was the open space of the desert with wild clouds and thousands of miles. The coldest day in the Northeast came as scheduled. Looking away, the vast white land, the gray sky, the withered branches and old trees were unable to swing in the cold wind, which was full of bleak and desolate feeling. It is still the 2.1 line between the dormitory and the laboratory. Life is like a cup of boring water, which seems to be calm without waves. In fact, only you know the anxiety and confusion in your heart, including the tiredness of sitting in front of the computer and the weakness of knowing nothing about the road ahead, only you know. Recently, the situation was terrible, and all kinds of troubles came one after another. After wiping several tears, bad luck still refused to let me go at the last moment of the birth year. As if the days of this kind of black paint had no end, I endured and endured, fought and fought, but life was still developing towards a worse trend than expected. Sometimes we think that we are like snowflakes swaying in the wind. We don’t know how many unexpected desolation we will experience or where the road ahead will lead. Maybe one day, we will drift away. When you are in a bad mood, you will choose to walk alone near the school. When I went to the supermarket that night, the sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet sweet, it also touches a familiar and soft corner deep in my heart. My hometown is a small town. In the cold winter, there are roast sweet potato stalls and sugar gourd stalls at every intersection and Alley. When my mother picked me up from school, she always bought a roast sweet potato or a string of sugar gourd by the way, I sat behind my mother’s bicycle, avoiding the snow and cold, and felt that I was the happiest child in the world. This is the smell of winter in my memory. It is the sugar-coated haws that children all love, and it is the fragrant roasted sweet potato. The smell of winter is still the same. All kinds of frozen fruits are sauerkraut that every family will accumulate in winter. They are chopped into dumplings and put into hot pot with noodles, or stew with white meat and blood sausage, the refreshing taste of sauerkraut can exactly neutralize the greasy taste of meat, just like the magnanimity and generosity of Northeasterners; It is a hot sticky bean bag with white sugar, melt into the mouth, sweet and soft. Winter is a certain color, which is endless white all over the world. This white is elegant and indifferent, quiet and lonely. Without smudging or embellishment, it is a cup of bitter green tea and a bowl of dim millet porridge. It is a state of mind that does not disturb and is quiet in the hustle and bustle of the world, it is also a plain and pure background of life. In winter, there is also the softest memory and the most tender smell. The smell and memory melt into the blood and go deep into the bone marrow. It is the nostalgia that can’t be lingering even after a long journey, it is the amiable infatuation and lingering in the world of fireworks, the truth in all kinds of things in the world, and the warmth in the rolling world of mortals. Maybe the winter is very long, but no matter how long it is, it can’t stop the arrival of spring flowers. Maybe the youth is very short, but the hundred years are just passing by quickly. It is better to cherish the porridge and meal in front of you and live a good life overnight. Maybe many things are unsatisfactory, but life is a complete process. We have nowhere to escape, so it is better to go on the road easily. We believe that every wind must be experienced by ourselves, and every piece of snow is worth appreciating. Whether it is sunny or rainy, poor or rich, plain or complicated, be the unique self in the world of mortals and regard all difficulties as hardship. One day, I will find that, these disappointments were just passing by. The current difficulties could be resolved sooner or later. The people and things bothering me were actually small and ordinary. With the most beautiful taste, the most authentic color and the warmest memory, we are looking for the quiet belonging in our heart. Step by step through the twists and turns, step by step to undertake the rain and snow wind and frost, waiting for the spring breeze, waiting for flowers, waiting for love, watching the snow, watching the moon, listening to the wind, listening to the rain, and then slowly, quietly grow old in. 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…

Love is hard

Today, when browsing the web, the QQ window suddenly flickered. God knows, I almost don’t use QQ to contact now. If there is anything, I can call directly, which is fast and convenient. I clicked the window with suspicion, and a netizen named struggle bar youth sent me a message. Is it OK recently? I thought about the news for a long time, but Shitian couldn’t remember this person. He had no choice but to enter his space to check. What jumped into the eyes was the appearance of a Jun, which turned out to be him, the man who once said that he would love me forever. The memory seemed to be opened suddenly, and those pledges of eternal love seemed not worth mentioning now. What made us so indifferent? At that time, we always didn’t see each other every day, but as time went by, our feelings gradually faded, and finally became numb and bored with both sides. We were always too young at that time. We always thought that this separation would be the same as before. As long as one side apologized, we would make peace. Finally, we were young and vigorous, and we kept stalemate for the so-called self-esteem until time separated us. The general meaning of Mr. a’s status is that his girlfriend is too outgoing, which makes him feel tired. How similar this situation was to us at that time, but my character was introverted. In the passionate love, he was anxious to become a conjoined baby with you. Once we were together for a long time, all kinds of problems came one after another, and we didn’t have the patience to maintain this relationship. Zhang Ailing once said: A man has such two women in his whole life, at least two. After marrying a red rose for a long time, the red one turned into a mosquito blood on the wall, while the white one was still the bright moonlight in front of the window. After marrying a white rose, the white one becomes a grain of rice sticky on the clothes, while the red one is a cinnabar mole on the heart. What you can’t get will always be in turmoil, and those who are preferred will be praised Without Fear (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow will disappear 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…