Late autumn

Late Autumn, a flash of rain sprinkles on the pavilion. The Sill chrysanthemum is sparse, the well Wu is messy, causing residual smoke. Sad, Wangjiang pass, flying clouds dim sunset. Song Yu felt sad at that time, facing the water and climbing the mountain. The pedestrians were sad and tired to listen to the long water flowing. The cicada is singing the fallen leaves, and the grass is declining, and the corresponding noise is loud. The lonely Pavilion has been living like a year, and the wind is gradually exposed, quietly to the end. The sky is clear, the river is clear and shallow, and the moon is bright. Thinking about it, the night is always against the scenery, and I can’t help thinking about the past. Unnamed and undeserved, the red building of Qimo is often postponed by age. The emperor had a good scenery, and when it was late in the year, he had a happy dinner at dusk. Besides, there are some crazy friends and strange couples, and when they meet, they are competing for wine. Do not have xun jing flies, former haunts dream, smoke shui cheng what limit? Read the fame, haggard and long stumble, follow the past, empty sad face. The arrow leaked and moved, feeling a little cold, sobbing gradually and making a few sounds of the corner. At the side of the idle window, stop the light to Dawn and hold the shadow without sleep. I read the words of Qi’s written by Liu Yong, such as slight rain, sparse chrysanthemum, zero Wu, residual smoke, feeling the rain of mood, sleepless night, sentimental morning, how sentimental and how many ileum, depicting the sadness and sorrow of traveling in late autumn, the desolate and desolate environment of the Inn Pavilion, the gloomy and cold atmosphere of the sleepless shadow, which dyed the old travel dream through the Sound of Arrows, light coldness and corners, the whole word is full of narration, with meticulous structure and smooth expression. With the help of scenery, the sadness of today’s dusk, the bitterness of the long night and the joy of the past evening banquet and the joy of the dynasty are reflected, highlight the sense of desolation of upheaval in the past and present. Today, I stroked the strings with sentimental fingers, and played the long melody towards the distant place where sunrise was about to spray, moistening the sentimental morning dew and supporting the solemnity of the years in the passing of time. The rainy morning in late autumn permeated my eyes. The morning breeze flickered the smiling flowers of the branches in the flower season and fell the empty sigh. The rain is as light as a smoke dream, as heavy as colored glaze, and the heavy thoughts are still indulged in a moment. The floating morning fog condenses into a gesture, picking up the flying maple leaves, as if touching a kind of telling of life, there is a kind of quietly drifting melody scattered. With the memory full of years of wishes, let the vines climb to the pavilion of the Moon Palace, sleeping in the sky, I am willing to sleep in the hazy flower path which turns into the sky. I am willing to lie drunk and turn into the desolate grass, and appreciate the rich lingering in autumn. I am willing to let life walk into the mysterious depth of the spiritual mansion and taste the floating joy, feeling the multiple emotions in the autumn makes people have a kind of heart of being old, aspiring, martyrs in their twilight years and full of ambition. Late Autumn, drizzle, a kind of exquisite, a kind of sadness, the first rain gurgling dancing rich love pain, fragrance, fragrance out of the charm of autumn, rain light, kiss the soft soil bit by bit, if the soft fingers stroked the earth gently, telling the tender love words. The light rain gently washed the dust which was so worried about everything. The coolness of autumn morning swept across my cheeks, which made me feel the chilly chill and the wet and fresh fog, let me enjoy the scenery in the rain along the friendly and soft path, the passing vehicles, the noisy and low noise, which continuously spread to my eardrum. I looked at the soft blue sky from a distance, and the sky was filled with thoughtful worries. Pools of water along the road, pieces of residual leaves falling into the autumn wind, seemed lonely and helpless in the bleak autumn wind, sometimes flying and spinning, sometimes I ran all the way. Autumn Rain is the masterpiece of the perfect creator of nature. It is colorful, just like a cloud in the sky in the morning, drifting and wandering around, telling me the helplessness of drifters in a posture, gently speak out your loneliness. The clouds slowly drifted away, divided into pieces of scales, and became symphonic poems of multi-dimensional space-time, drifting and flowing in the air flow. The scattered clouds looked at each other in a distance, missing each other and admiring each other. All things in the nature exist in a way of their own choice, dressing up colorful scenery with their own Ordinary. No matter whether you practice meditation or enlightenment, everything in the world is so orderly. No matter the blooming flowers of spring or the flourishing leaves of summer, they are enjoying their own pleasure respectively. Some people are still struggling, some are still decadent, but nature gives us the beauty of free enjoyment, you can imagine, With the breeze sailing to the other side of your desired ideal, to find the source of happiness in your consciousness, you may experience thousands of times of cloudy and sunny, or you may encounter countless times of wind, thunder, rain and snow. In the network of time and space, I was still safe. At that time, there was an unspeakable sense of seclusion far away from the world. My mind was calm and had a perfect balance. Every throb would have deep nostalgia, sending feelings to everything is still hidden in the heart, and the heart is still shining with colorful brilliance. I look at the nature and scenery devoutly and feel the pleasure of life. Even if I stare at a leaf on the branch in my spare time, it will make my heart feel peaceful. The green of leaves changes quietly in the season, gradually turning from flourishing to blending into the soil, waiting for the next rebirth. Even the leaves are like this, life also has the reincarnation of life and death. Open the roof of the soul, listen to the smell of clouds and rain, and see the calm stream flowing under the moon. No matter in the indulged dusk or the sober dawn, I want to open my heart to sing to the world, let my heart walk with the rhythm of time, and open my eyes to see the tragic comedy of my life. Today is the love song of youth, the Ming Dynasty is the mellow wine of thinking, there are happy laughter, there are also melancholy crying, time is wandering in my own shadow, the soil is burning uneasy atrium. If you smile at life, life will nod to you. If you sigh at life, life will give you depression. As long as you still exist, you must be calm. Take off the painful coat, leave a happy heart and hold up the sunshade of spirit. Life is not more important than appearance. I blend the tranquil emotion into the cadence of poetry and prose. I pour my wish of this life into my pen, let the seeds germinate and sprout, and let the branches and leaves grow on the branches, swing the swing of thought out of the cuff of consciousness, place the unreasonable emotion in the post station of life, forget the memories of the past, and keep the shadow that never separates, put yourself into the soil in front of you to filter and moisten, make your mood cool, wrap your faith around hope, give life a little music, and wish life add a lot of beauty, let life continue happily 2015-9-28 praise (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…

Town

I saw a photograph in the Naiman restaurant in this city, my hometown town, daqintala town under the night. Although the scenery was bright and glorious, I searched for it, but I didn’t find any shadow of the past. In that quiet night, I dreamed of the small town of my hometown, which was called the city of Sands. It seemed that the small town was under the shadow of the moon. In the shadow of the light, the gradually blurred shadow broke up and became clear, which made me put down the entanglement and obstacles. My heart was empty and clear, with a pillow of missing. When I woke up, I suddenly asked my wife about how long I hadn’t returned to Naiman’s hometown. And at this time, or earlier, the hometown town quietly circled into my dream. This is a vigorous dream. I am in the autumn of 1978, I was admitted to qi No. 1 Middle School. It was the first time that I entered daqintala town. After graduating from high school, I was admitted to technical secondary school. After graduation, I returned to daqintala town, where I worked and lived, A wife female, married. Daqintala town is the place where my life starts. I have never escaped from his control of my life, which is the control of my soul and the boundary of my soul. When I was in high school, there were more than 40 people in our rural class, almost all of whom stayed. There are more than 20 people living in our boys’ dormitory, which is a big Kang in the north and south. The mattress is next to the mattress and crowded with people. In summer, bedbugs crawl all over the bed, making it hard for people who bite to fall asleep; In the middle of winter, ice ridges are formed, and the towels used to wash face are frozen. Many of our teachers, such as Jia Yuan, Zhao Jingkui and Ren Zuolin, love shengruozi. They chopped firewood for us and lit the stove. The Warm fire baked our cold hands. Now they are dead, but it is still fresh in the students’ mind. I remember that summer when preparing for the college entrance examination, it was the West Lake flood control. We boys lived in the classroom, worrying that the West Lake dam would flood us. It was very hard to wait at that time. But in those two years, we jumped out of the gate of agriculture. I finally took the road out. No. 1 Middle School is the ladder from my heart. When I went to school in No. 1 Middle School, there were three places that impressed me most, one of which was the public restaurant. On the main street, facing the South, it was still a state-owned restaurant at that time. The first time I went to a restaurant, it was my father who sent me tuition and took me to a popular restaurant to eat sesame cakes, soft and sweet, I still have endless aftertaste. When I think of it, I still stick out my tongue to lick and suck my lips. The memory of the smell is long; The second place is my eldest brother’s home. Every weekend, my brother and I went to school together to have dinner there, either dumplings or stewed pork ribs. That kind of family affection was warm. The third place is a public barber shop opposite the public restaurant, which is also state-owned. I have sat on the thick leather chair of the barber shop for many times. There is a barber named Sun, who is white and fat, every time he had a haircut, he smiled and said, “you are a student, so don’t order more. Every time I got a haircut, I needed one dime less. At that time, the haircut was only 40 to 50 cents. At that time, it was strict. I didn’t know how he handled the difference, which made me grateful and unforgettable. After I graduated from secondary school, I worked in the Bureau of Animal Husbandry. At that time, animal husbandry began to pay attention to it. Some of our newly graduated students all ate canteens with almost no money, and there was a balance of food stamps every month. When working in the Bureau of Animal Husbandry, I often went to the countryside to do wool appraisal. Once I went there for one and a half months. From the middle of April to the end of June, I ran two Sumu and worked with the staff of Sumu veterinary station, carry out wool identification on each sheep of zhugacha and household, and mark the ear number. At that time, I shaved my head every day when I gathered in the sheepfold. When I came back, I became black in the sun. Those days, for me, were the days when I polished my joints, lengthened myself, and my wooden head was gradually knocked up. Remove all the youth and immaturity. Later, I was transferred to the Youth League Committee. At that time, the flag committee was still a bungalow. The Youth League Committee is in the yard of the flag committee. There were three things deeply remembered in the Youth League Committee. One was to popularize social dance. At that time, a cadre was specially transferred from the cultural department to organize the youth of the organization to promote. At that time, it was very lively and novel; the second one was that the Youth League Committee of the autonomous region organized young people to participate in publishing and teaching universities. At that time, thousands of people from all over the flag took part in the university. A house of books made many people addicted to their academic qualifications, and finally they ended up. The third is the construction of youth home. At that time, the activities of the rural League became more and more active, and a group of recruiting League cadres stepped onto the political stage. It can be said that it was one of the most active periods of the Communist Youth League work at that time. Life is a circle. It doesn’t matter whether it is kind or malicious. There are some things that can never win or hide. But it always greets you, leaving your back. Every tear, every fall, every anger and helplessness, of course, there are also every fluke or victory. Even if one limps, one will always take a step forward. When I was in the Youth League Committee, I joined the party and was admitted to the League Party School. After graduation, I went to the commission for economic restructuring and then to the office of the flag committee as a secretary. In addition to almost 518 natural villages in the whole flag, it was to know the situation of the countryside at that time. Planting high-yield corn in big ridges, carrying out basic construction of farmland and ecological circle …… the cadres at that time were really pragmatic. For me, one thing I remember most was that in the early 1990 s, the tide of market economy just rose. I led several secretaries of Koili, such as Yushan, Yancheng, youth, Ridong, etc, it was the only cement road in the town to set up stalls and sell goods on the Central Street, which opened up the Sunday Trade Street. Although it didn’t make any money, it was a pioneer in opening up the market. At that time, the secretary of the league committee gave instructions, praised. Every time I went back, I chatted with Li Yushan, who had already become the deputy secretary of the flag committee, and I had a special taste in my heart. What courage it was in those years. In those wildly flying days, facing every restless dream, I fell down and climbed up again. With your own thoughts, you will have your own personality. Then he returned to the Commission for Restructuring and became the director. At that time, it was under the initiative of Professor Li Yining that small and medium-sized enterprises promoted the joint-stock cooperative system, and some flag-owned enterprises sold, rented, and shares were pushed to the market. After the reform of the enterprise, the economic restructuring commission will die. When I think of these things, I am young and vigorous, and I have no hesitation. Whenever I have the chance, I will rush all the way with the excitement and pride I want. The career has moved forward, and life has never stopped. After I got married, I rented a house and lived in the unit. Later, my wife’s unit divided the house. The house is located in the North Hill, on a large sand lump, which is called the North laogui place. Every night, when I rode a bicycle and went back to my home on the sandbag askew, there was a lamp lighting up for me. That is my real home, a warm place. Now it has become someone else’s house. But that position cannot be erased in my heart. In daqintala town, I had my father-in-law and mother-in-law, and my father and stepmother in the countryside. Later, I passed away one after another. When I worked in the small town, I did not take care of much and did not practice filial piety. I can’t forgive the past moment, although I understand gratitude. But at that time I didn’t know how to chew carefully. Wait and see, there is no chance to make yourself a forever regret. Sometimes when I think of it, I am not as good as the Fool in the town with four packs of rice. I don’t know the origin of his name. But celebrities in the town. A kind person. I knew him when I was working in the Bureau of Animal Husbandry. I remembered that his family name was Li and there was an old mother. He pushed the garbage truck every day and dumped the garbage for the public restaurant. The restaurant gave him food and he took the food, I always put it in a lunch box, put it in my arms, send it back to my old mother, and then go out to work. He also went to the Taiping room of the hospital to see the body at night. Once, on a big morning, he met me and said, “brother, whose town is not a person. I showed his dead person and gave me five cents a night. I told him angrily that no matter how dead your family is, how much money you give me will not be shown. I smiled bitterly and stretched out my thumb. Echoed and responded to him, doing the right thing. Every time I met him, he said hello. Although he doesn’t know my last name. So kind, as if at first sight, maybe I became his bosom friend. It is true that deceiving others is evil, let alone cheating a fool, which is not allowed by heaven. I don’t know if the old man named four packs of rice is still there, which is worthy of people’s respect. Even if he is stupid, he knows how to feed back and be grateful. I have been away from my hometown town for two or ten years. The longer I left, the deeper the imprint was, carved into my bones and left in my soul. I will have more feelings and thoughts about my hometown town, the place called daqintala. The supreme symbol of the town is the Palace of Qing Dynasty, which has a history of more than 300 years and has been inherited by 14 generations of princes. There are cultural relics and materials of the Imperial Tomb of Princess Chen in Liao dynasty, which show the long culture of Naiman tribe. When I was working in the flag, I once went to the Palace of the Prince, in which I have seen the clay sculpture rent-collecting house of the old people of the stone pillar of the National Art family. There are more than 100 people with various styles, different expressions, different classes, the vivid figures of different positions shocked me. I am proud of having such a high-level and talented artist in my hometown. Later, every time I went back, I would visit the palace to listen to the ancient voice, feel the charm of art and experience the pulse of history. It makes people relaxed, happy and awe-inspiring. Every time I go back, there are new changes in daqintala town. With high-rise buildings of eight or seven floors, squares of all sizes, development zones, and six-lane roads …… the construction of small towns is changing with each passing day, with the style of cities. I know that I can’t go back to the original appearance of my hometown town. The original shadow can be seen faintly. The town is already a fragment of memory. The longer I leave, the more I miss and the more I appreciate the beauty of the town. Every time I hear my hometown folk song “noenjiya”, I think of myself. Isn’t I married to a distant place?! Every time I see the WeChat of vigorous Naiman, it seems to smell the breath of hometown. In fact, the wandering people are all children fed by their hometowns. It is always inseparable from the complex of hometown. I sat down on the sofa and lost most of my life. The memory of the town will never be forgotten or gone. I opened the old album of Mengchen, and the old photos hidden in the album always gave me warmth and strength. I opened the album and suddenly burst into tears. I played with the dried pickles knot brought by my hometown friend, and accidentally fell to the ground, disturbing my full depression and the salty smell in my mouth, and began to dream of my hometown town again. Gently, gently a gust of wind blows into my heart and shakes off melancholy is the constant concern of the wandering lonely time I am collecting information about my hometown harvest a whisper in this city when the inspiration of pregnancy and homesickness is hurt by separation and homesickness my thoughts are refreshed. Who will forget a season without wind quietly, quietly a gust of breeze blows into my heart and takes away the lost is the clear memory of the wandering lonely time I am picking the footprints of the wind while the shadow in the dream is the moon of my hometown 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…