Camphor

Is the spring wind like scissors in February? During the Spring Festival, the warm spring breeze is really like sharp scissors, cutting the leaves of the fragrant tree in front of the door one by one. You can see that spring breeze spread across the country, which was soft and warm, making people feel comfortable. But in front of the House, the tall leaves were shaking, and after the rustle, the leaves were flying down one after another, it is as beautiful as rain or floc, spectacular but melancholy. Just for a long time, the courtyard was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves. Looking at the thick residual leaves on the ground, the confusion of seasons appeared in my mind. I always thought it was the coming of autumn, which made people have lingering sorrow. The camphora trees are evergreen all the year round, but they also have fallen leaves. However, the leaves of camphora do not drift in bleak autumn or cold and windy winter. In the spring of every year, the leaves on the trees begin to fall when the Spring is warm and the airflow is like summer. Just as the warm current comes quickly, it also falls quickly. Once the wind passes, it will be like the rain of leaves, and a dynamic and beautiful landscape will be formed when the rustle sounds. Every time I look at my heart, it will sink with the leaves, fluttering and empty, with the melancholy of yellow leaves fluttering in autumn, the pain of separation, and the uncontrollable helplessness of parting. Whether I just belong to the leaf on the tree, just a gentle gust of wind will float to a distant place, quietly without dependence, and quietly without restraint, flying freely in the vast space, take a most lonely trip, and then on a windless day, choose a final destination to last forever. Maybe everything is just that I have too much sentimental feelings, all of which have nothing to do with fallen leaves, because the fallen leaves of the camphora tree are just a replacement of the old and the new. After the spring breeze and rain every year, buds like flower buds grow one by one at the end of the branches. This flower bud contains new and tender leaves, and small flowers as thin as stars are also among the tender leaves. When the warm spring breeze passes through the tender leaves and fine flowers, the buds will be poked out at the same time. At the moment when the incense tree was once again growing new branches, the old leaves also completed its mission. When facing the wind, they went away one after another, looking for the next home belonging to themselves, since then, the camphora tree has completed a beautiful transformation. The fallen leaves of the camphora tree once a year, each time is about ten days. This year’s defoliation happens during the Spring Festival, and I live at home for more than ten days, every day when I went out, I saw the scene of fallen leaves flying. No matter when the door is opened in the morning or when the probe is watching from the window, a scene like silent autumn seems to evoke the faint sorrow buried in the heart. A piece of floating is a piece of farewell. These departures cannot meet from now on, and that piece of floating yellow leaves have gone through winter, and there is no spring any more. I thought of my mother and grandmother. It was these fallen leaves that made a deep pain burst out in my heart like catalysts. This year, my mother and grandmother left one after another. It was so sudden and hurried that a bustling home became quiet, and there would be a faint pain every time I went back to my hometown. I always thought that time would heal the wound, but after the spring breeze, I found that the pain was never far away. It was just hidden in my heart. Sometimes I really have too much fear for life and life, which makes me unable to face up to life and the world that seems to make me more and more unfamiliar. The vicissitudes of life made me unable to bear the helplessness in my life. It made me realize that the separation in my life was so simple that it made me unprepared and went to another world quietly without saying goodbye. Therefore, the sound of wind and falling leaves will also make me a bird of horror and fall into the abyss of fear. Whether people are also like the weak leaves on the tree. When there is an autumn wind and rain, they will leave quietly. Even if the warm spring breeze can be, the leaves of the fragrant tree will not come to another world silently, there is no reason for all. Or who can escape from death or death, or earlier or later, the one who should come will come eventually. People living in this world always face sunrise and sunset, and always face spring, summer, autumn and winter. The road still needs to go step by step until one day they leave quietly like leaves. Since you have to go on the road, or you don’t need to be afraid, just face it bravely and let it go. Don’t be frivolous and arrogant when you are beautiful, don’t be pessimistic and negative when you are lost, be calm and calm, face life with positive and optimistic attitude, only in this way can you not waste this life. People always have sorrow and frustration. When facing sadness or I can’t calm down, I may still feel pain like a leaf. But I am will not retreat, nor will it be depressed from now on. I believe that after experiencing the pain, I will become stronger and look at life more plainly. Let time fade everything, let all the life and death go, let all the joys and sorrows go with the wind, and then face the rest spring, summer, autumn and winter peacefully. The spring wind in February is like scissors. The warm spring wind cuts off yellow leaves, and the warm spring wind also cuts out sharp green. Looking at the moisture of the spring wind, clusters of thin fragrant Zhang flowers have been exposed to the branches. Among the bright green swaying branches and leaves, the spring birds have already attracted, jumping and circling, singing the light songs of spring. February is a warm and bright season. The warmth of February makes everything spit Green and reborn. The arrival of spring makes the spring here full of birds and flowers. I think the savory tree chooses to be scattered in spring. Everything has nothing to do with sorrow and injury. It just touches my sensitive nerve casually. In fact, spring is still the season when spring is warm and blooming. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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. 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Childhood

From the beginning of primary school, I have never felt relaxed. I have been under great pressure all the time. Till now, these pressures and worries are still active in my life continuously. When I was in primary school, I had to finish my homework every day. I had to do formal homework at noon. I had to get beaten by the teacher for writing a wrong question. What’s more, I didn’t just pull my ears. When the teacher was in a bad mood, the posture of hitting people is the same as that of the gangsters in the TV series, and the effect is not much different. At night, I went home and had homework. At night, I dreamed while writing. I am bolder students who were willing to bear the consequences of not doing homework, because the pain of not sleeping and the pain of being beaten I am measured, they are almost the same. Just sleep and risk everything, but when the dream is half done, the hateful alarm clock will ring, this was the most painful time. The school seemed to be hell, even more horrible than hell. I was brave. Under great pressure, I walked into the shabby school gate, cleaning and running, the headmaster spoke as usual, Morning self-study, checking homework, sadly, half of my homework didn’t muddle through. A dozen people stood under the platform, and we started the statement of the story we had already thought about, such as those who caught a cold, quarreled at home, and went to work with relatives, but the teacher didn’t believe it, the thick board hit my palm heavily. The girl was crying while the boy stumbled his hands hard. It hurt so much. Even now, I still feel that I can’t stand the pain. Therefore, I have left the school till now, I have no trace of regret. Once on my campus, all the teachers were hatchet men, and the skill of teachers was definitely higher than knowledge, which was no doubt. At that time, I lived under great pressure everyday. When I was less than ten years old, I felt that people who walked out of school were happy. When I was in junior high school, I started to escape. I left this cage with all my heart and soul. I didn’t hate learning, and I liked learning very much, but I couldn’t stand the constraint and fear I am. Not only the fear brought by teachers, but also among classmates. At that time, clique was popular among students. I was young and tall, and became a tool for others to practice boxing and promote their own demeanour. In their eyes, how imposing it is to hit people and attract girls’ attention. For the first time, some students broke the electricity of the teaching building. It was dark during the night self-study. Our class was close to the electric box. The principal led some chief accountants and let the students in the class start to vote by secret ballot. What was hateful was that, I got the highest vote, and there were several other people who were not very popular, all of which were among them. Then, we couldn’t avoid a violent beating. I had seen that it was broken by a junior two student. I couldn’t stand it and shouted: Why did you beat us? A director gave me some ear scraps and said: Then who did you say broke it? I also shouted: I found the person who broke the meter box, and you apologize to us! Headmaster nodded. I and several difficult friends searched one class after another, and finally found it. The principal didn’t apologize, but we just didn’t blame. However, the ones I found I am offended. I thought, obviously they were damaged, why should I feel guilty. But after all, I ran into a big disaster. The people I reported were those who had weight in school. There were many younger brothers and they fought fiercely. The first time I was stuck on the road, I was beaten and threatened to bring me 200 yuan. Oh my God, how much is this? It was hard for my mother to take it out at that time. I didn’t tell my parents how shameful they were, how shameful they were to be beaten and how shameful they were. I blushed and bashful. I am a man, I was not afraid of it. I found someone, formed a clique and fought with them. However, I couldn’t compete with them all the time and got beaten again and again, my parents still knew that my father went to work outside and came back to find the principal. The principal personally came to apologize with wine and gave me ten yuan of pocket money. They won’t block me on the road any more. In the class of the head teacher, the head teacher said: Fengfeng and so on, you ‘d better not appear in my class, I look annoying. I didn’t make any mistakes. Why did I scold me? How many times did I get beaten by this annoying guy inexplicably? Today, I scolded me again. Hum, I ‘ve had enough. My study, without a teacher, I could continue. My knowledge, without a teacher, would eventually be more profound than yours. The books on the desk were scattered to the roof by me in front of the head teacher, crackling down to the ground, I sped away. From then on, no matter how much pain I suffered, I was free and would rather die than go back to campus. Later, I went online and contacted more people. I knew that not all schools were like this. It turns out that campus life is so happy, but I don’t envy it. I am like to listen to the two words of learning, but I don’t like to listen to the two words of school. The society is mixed with good and evil, messy, stupid, crazy, ignorant, shrewd, cunning and honest. It is a paradise for learning and growth rather than complexity. I think I will live a happy life. Leaving school was the most correct choice for me at that time, and it was also the earliest correct decision in my life. If it was a school that only taught knowledge, I might be somewhat regretful. 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Yan Long

The recent essays of Yan Long are some short stories I wrote. Some old readers don’t like it. It’s just an attempt. They will update short stories occasionally in the future, and will not write directly like this. Today, I will continue to return to the essay series to talk about some personal life insights of Yan long. In recent years, sand mining in the river channel of Linyi has been rampant. Fighting is very common because of the competition for resources. It can be said that there are gangsters watching the field in many battlefields. I have a classmate’s house, which is on the edge of the river. Because of the large amount of sand mining in the river, his house was cracked. His father petitioned for help everywhere and went to the county government to make trouble. Finally, he was beaten continuously, and later he dared not to sue. Mineral resources are always scarce. It can be said that good people can’t do this kind of business at all, and this kind of business is all profiteering industry. Therefore, in Linyi, as long as the battlefield boss is mentioned, it is the same as the coal boss in Shanxi, which gives people the impression that it is a group of rich but poor upstarts. In recent years, there are often news like coal boss’s black heart causing mine accidents, coal boss’s local tyrants getting married extravagantly, coal boss’s daughter dragging a sack of money to go to the car market and so on in the media. When you mention the coal boss, you will feel it is a derogatory term. It seems that the coal boss is a nouveau riche. They are all rich and heartless, and they are bullying the good. They are all people who have no conscience and no conscience. They know that they. I used to feel the same way about these battlefield owners, and I also thought so. But recently, I have been in contact with qualified bosses in a row, and this feeling has changed a bit. This change is not to say that it is right to fight, but to have a more comprehensive understanding of these bosses. In Fei County, there was a battlefield boss, Liu, who was over 40 years old, with colorful dragons on his chest. He was tall and tall, weighing 200. He was a very rough man. In Da Liu’s car, there are often some vulgar magazines of women with three points. On National Day, I went to his home for something, but I found that I was reading an English original Psychology Monograph. I was shocked at that time! After communication, I realized that Da Liu was a top student in Wuhan University, majoring in psychology. Under his vulgar disguise, there is a psychology master who knows the world and looks like the human heart. Yes, there are thousands of people in Da Liu’s company, from grassroots individuals to transport drivers, to managers and those gangsters. Although Da Liu was full of rude words at ordinary times, how could he manage thousands of people well if he didn’t have some internal strength. The reason why he behaves vulgar is that some people in his environment only eat this set. Some of them are migrant workers who cannot be integrated with them in this way; Some of them are small gangsters. How do you manage weak scholars in a month? Secondly, it is recognized by the society that they have no culture. Why does he have to argue with everyone? I was very touched when I came out from the big Liu family. People are not afraid of not working hard. Not working hard is also the right of life. Why do you have to work hard? Who did you recruit to be a mediocre person? I am afraid that I will not work hard, but also distort and fabricate, and depreciate others’ efforts for no reason. We only saw coal bosses and battlefield bosses spending a lot of money outside, thinking that they had exploited the loopholes of the policy, but we didn’t see them completing a systematic project of digging sand mines, we must go to the lecture hall, go to the well and mine, command thousands of troops and horses, and become local ruffians and hooligans. Old readers who read the essays written by Yan long in the past all know that Yan Long has often written about my running in the past six months. You have to try it and you will know that it is really difficult to insist on exercising every day. Either there is social engagement today, or it will rain on cloudy day tomorrow, and it will be fine the day after tomorrow. Zijiyou is too lazy to go out. I told my wife that you only saw other people’s waist, but you didn’t see beautiful women sweating day and night in the gym. If you don’t have a slim waist, you think that everyone has a good constitution, but you don’t have the perseverance to diet or exercise. It’s not wrong not to work hard, but to be cynical, so my mind becomes distorted day by day. Successful people are either flattery or heartless. Only you are the kindest in the world, which is one-sided. On the street, seeing those local tyrants driving BMW and Benz, they felt that they must be either lucky or bad. Seeing a beautiful woman driving luxury cars and buying luxuries, he thought that he must be either a mistress or a local tyrant godfather. In such a big society, there must be local tyrants and gentlemen, but let’s think about the local tyrants around us carefully. They are more diligent and studious than us, and live frugally. The superficial shopping is refreshing, which is just an appearance. Behind the appearance, we can’t see the hard work and hard work of others. Don’t be so angry all day long. The world really owes no one. Every person whose economic status is above you has more miserable efforts than you. They didn’t rob you anything. What you got was only proportional to your wisdom. It was really not others’ fault. Yan Long is a storyteller. Yan Long’s essay is Yan Long’s personal original essay series, which is updated every day. Welcome to follow and read. If you like this series, welcome to search the public Number of yanlong essay on WeChat and communicate with me. 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. 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