Cold and warm

I am an introvert, I am not used to expressing my inner thoughts in the space. Occasionally, there are only a few mood words, which may bring a little bit, but I still like to bury my heart deeply. Because I have never experienced it, I don’t know how deep a person’s attachment to another person will lead to such stubborn infatuation. On the long road of life, there are countless encounters and countless shoulders. Although years can’t take away familiar faces, some people and some things can’t avoid drifting away. Someone once asked me; After experiencing all kinds of disasters, is the love still there? I smiled calmly; [yi] is still there, but love is beyond recognition. Time is like a big wave of sand, and what we have gone through is not only trust, but also attachment. Forgiveness is easy, but it is difficult to regain trust. People are used to blaming these on time and social phenomena. In fact, it is people’s own hearts that are blaming them. They all say that they forget while walking, I say; They understand while walking, and understand a little thoroughly, heart, will be calm, finally, is the rainbow after wind and rain. I know that there is no so-called balance in life. Because I have experienced it before. Don’t mention the past with God, but follow the sea to flow the years. I don’t want the years to last, but the years are all right. When I walked through this journey, I looked back and saw that there were still many people who had been accompanying me, which was a kind of warm warmth. As for those who disappear, they are called passers-by, and I am also a passers-by of others. Each other only. I also like everything beautiful, but I am not greedy. My heart is very small. If I want to be greedy, it will increase the burden on each other. When I was young, I liked Jia Baoyu’s words in A Dream of Red Mansions; There was no worry about the red stripes coming and going. When I grow up, I understand that no one can do it. It is neither heartless nor ignorant. I just don’t want to store too many distracting thoughts in my brain. I want to live a simple life, because people are stupid and complicated, and I can’t digest them, familiar, unfamiliar, and even unimaginable in the past, almost all plots that only exist in movies have been met. I don’t know how many secrets a person has to hide in his heart to live his whole life. But I know that there is no secret in my heart, only his own world, which is just not used to nagging. I always liked this sentence, but gradually I could do it. When spring comes, you don’t have to ask about the flowering period because you already know it. When the story begins, there is no need to ask about the ending because it is no longer important. Many experiences can not be described by words, just like that sentence, I know that I am warm and cold. 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…

Military reform

Military reform and disarming are undoubtedly one of the hot topics of social concern at present and in the future. At the beginning of this year, the establishment of the Army Department, the Rocket Army and the Strategic Support Department, and the establishment of the new military commission, marked that deepening the reform of national defense and the army had entered the implementation stage. For soldiers, especially in the Internet era with news Whirlpool, anxiety is inevitable. The first is to pay attention to whether the unit you work in is retreat, Jane, Union, and transfer. At the same time, you are also thinking about and caring about the advance and retreat of individuals and what to do in the future. Therefore, some people ask around about the military reform plan, hoping to know how to change, what to change and when the specific plan can be introduced as soon as possible; Some people believe in various military reform plans and so-called inside information spread on the Internet, being disturbed by gossip and rumors; Some people inquired about the placement situation of demobilized veterans in recent years through leaders, comrades-in-arms and friends, hoping to provide useful references and help for their next choices; some people call their families, relatives and friends to discuss whether they want to work or not, whether they choose their own jobs or plan to settle down if they are laid off, etc. Military reform and disarming are related to the future, family life and future development of soldiers. It is understandable to care about them! However, if you worry too much and think too much, you will be distracted and distracted, which will affect your work, the normal service of the Army and education and training. Some people even treat their work negatively. They feel that they have to go anyway and do more or less, so they relax themselves, even complain, listen to rumors and spread negative news. This will not only damage the image of the Army, it also destroyed my image. In any era, there will be changes, and in any progressive era, there will be strong changes. For soldiers, being in this great era of development and reform means possible sacrifice and dedication. In front of military reform and disarming, the best attitude was to call for withdrawal, call Jane for Jane, call for peace, call for leave, call for stay and stay. This is a matter of principle! Although everyone has personal demands, we must consider the interests of the country and the army! Disarming is an important measure to deepen the reform of national defense and army, and it is also a revolution to change soldiers’ ideas. Reform not only has the great adjustment of interest relationship, but also has the great liberation of ideology. As a contemporary revolutionary soldier, he should take the lead in emancipating his mind, break through the barriers of personal interests consolidation and look at the world, jump out of the small circle of personal interests and think about the overall situation. S 1980s since, our army has post reductions 1 million, 500,000, 200,000, People’s Army embarked on crack troops, People’s Army leaner and into more scientific, become defend motherland, A strong pillar to protect peace. More than one million officers and soldiers who were reduced to the local area, took off their military uniforms without fading, kept the fine traditions and styles of revolutionary soldiers all the time, and quickly transferred from training and fighting to the main battlefield of local economic construction, it has become a valuable asset for building socialism with Chinese characteristics. Facts proved that revolutionary soldiers could be successful fighters no matter in the Army or in the local as long as they didn’t change their morale. Therefore, no matter leaving or staying, instead of being anxious, it is better to do a solid job and let everything go. Revolutionary soldiers move a brick wherever they need it. The most important thing is that only when each of us has the ability to survive in various environments and the ability to work independently, even for the uncertain future, what can we worry about, what are you worried about? 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…

Winter

It has been several days since the beginning of winter, and the climate in the South is still warm and windy. Occasionally, a cold wind gets into the sweater. However, there was a lot of rain, which added some poetic flavor to the bleak winter. My friend sent them the scene of cedar in the north, which was covered with snow, branches standing and roots distinct, as if they were Enchanted snow towers by snow elves. It was particularly beautiful and could not help making people relaxed and happy. In fact, I don’t like winter the most. Because I am afraid of cold, I know that most women are afraid of cold, and I am no exception. Since I was a child, my hands and feet are cold as soon as winter comes, and even they are frozen, and I am not less guilty of cold winter. However, when I saw the snow scene in the north of my friend’s place, the box of my memory was opened immediately. Slowly open the room, it is a vast white world. Speaking of winter, the most touching thing is snow. I can’t say why, although it is still so cold, but she is so light, pure, white, always teach people to fall in love inexplicably, out of control, from then on, snow is like a pure woman, it falls into people’s hearts. Shanghai is a city without snow. I have been here for nearly two years and have never seen snow falling on the ground. Therefore, I don’t expect the coming of winter and have no surprise to expect. I can’t help thinking of the winter in my hometown, especially in my childhood. Maybe people living in the city can’t imagine such a picture. Winter in the countryside comes very early. Every family starts to prepare thick quilts, cotton-padded jackets and cotton-padded shoes early in the morning, although it is still sunny at noon, still can not cover the biting cold, breath into fog, repeatedly rubbing hands to keep warm. The sunshine seems to be short, and the countryside at night is especially beautiful. When the light was dim and quietly curled up in the warm bed, you could hear the sound of falling snow outside the window, which was powerful. Sometimes it was windy and windy, the branches were broken, and the wind blew, however, I stayed in a warm cabin, especially comfortable and at ease. Wake up early in the morning, the sunlight is very dazzling, open the door, a vast white world, fresh wind blows, suddenly feel refreshed. The long and narrow paths in the village were covered with snow, and the roofs of every household were also covered with snow. Rows of snowflakes were inlaid neatly on the branches, as if they were a fairy tale world. If you didn’t see it with your own eyes, you couldn’t imagine the joy in your heart at that moment. The gossams of thoughts began to float. I seemed to hear a deer cart stepping on the snow in the snow. Did you come to greet me? Snow White in my dream. Oh, no, maybe it was Santa Claus’s footsteps. He had come quietly, for fear of disturbing my beautiful dream. The memory of childhood is so beautiful that I don’t want to wake up. I wish I could stay in that dream forever. There was a piece of snow in the dream, and I wore a cape as a cloak, held an umbrella as a sword in my hand, rushed into the snow all over the sky to play swords and dance swords, which was a chivalrous female, play vividly at that moment. There is also the snowman standing alone in the snow, covered by thick snow, and then melted in the sunshine. Its smile has been deeply printed in my mind. [2] Winter Memories in rural areas should be the busiest in summer and autumn. Wheat, corn and peanuts should be harvested when they are ripe one after another. While winter is the most leisure time for farmers, but my grandmother is busy all the seasons. Xu was so busy that she always saw her busy with all kinds of things. In winter, what she was most busy with was making cotton-padded jackets, cotton-padded trousers and cotton-padded shoes for her children. When I was young, my hometown was self-sufficient. I grew cotton and made cotton-padded clothes by myself, which was much thicker and warmer than the cotton-padded jacket I bought. Although it looks a little fat to wear, even without so many patterns, it is the warmest symbol in our childhood. Often, when it was snowing outside, Grandma brought needlework and put the sole on line with snow-white light, so I watched. Made of cotton shoes, the soles bought by Grandma are very thick, in order to avoid being worn out, so each needle needs to be very hard, and each line needs two needles to be sewed firmly, grandma made cotton-padded shoes and cotton-padded clothes for the whole family, including children, grandchildren and even nephews, and we all had more than one pair. When it was sunny, I spread the straw mat in my own yard and spread out the quilt. Grandma started sewing the quilt again. I helped pull the quilt aside. Every year, Grandma’s eyesight gradually began to decline, I didn’t care about sewed anything, so I asked me to put a needle on her. I would put on a long thread for him and play with my own, in case she could not wear it after using it up soon. That was what I was willing to do for my grandma at that time. I often watched her busy, so I helped to do something within my power. Maybe I thought at that time, I was Grandma’s eyes. When it was sunny in winter, my grandma and I would rummage the whole family’s winter clothes, shoes and hats out of the cabinet and put them in the yard to dry, sterilize and eliminate the smell. After drying, we could wear them and prepare for the winter. I remember grandpa often told us at that time that we should shake and knock carefully before wearing clothes and shoes in winter to avoid insects inside. So we formed a habit that we must knock it upside down before wearing shoes to avoid something. There were too many fragments of memory in my childhood, which could not be pieced together to make a complete Prelude, but only a tiny bit of memory was enough for me to feel this point. It is so precious that I dare not forget it. Having followed grandma for so many years, I have learned nothing. She cooks, I am responsible for filling the fire and washing dishes, she is busy in farming, I am responsible for helping others and delivering things, she is responsible for making clothes, I am responsible for threading needles and leads, so that her omnipotent skills, I don’t know anything. At that time, I always thought my grandmother was my God and could rely on her. I felt very satisfied with her. After leaving home, I found myself a spoiled child by my grandmother, and I had no parents around me, without the careful care of Grandma, I began to miss those days at home more and more. The high school is in the county town, and it is about to live in the school. I can’t go home until Holidays. In winter, I have to buy thicker cotton-padded jackets and shoes, but it is not as warm as Grandma’s. Every winter, my hands and feet are still frozen, and I have Chilblain and swollen for a winter. Later, I was used to wearing the cotton shoes made by my grandmother and took them to school to wear them, feeling very warm. Until now, it was just that Grandma didn’t do it any more, because she didn’t have the strength to sew the thick sole. This year’s national day, I went home, and my aunt also came back to help with farm work. The shoes she wore were broken. Grandma saw them and said she would make them up. Aunt said no, don’t bother. Grandma insisted on getting needlework, still sewing with difficulty like many years ago, I stared blankly, just silent. [3] Winter Love someone said: a woman with cold hands was an Angel with broken wings in her last life. Because she broke her wings, she wanted to find an angel to warm herself. Once I firmly believed this sentence, because I believed that I was the Angel with broken wings and came to the world to find my own Angel. Angel, there will always be angels to love. Once upon a time, I was the woman who loved dreaming. In the cold winter day, dwelling in my own small world, under a faint light, I wrote a diary about love and beautiful fantasy. Maybe it’s just a fantasy. When I really face love, I fly away like a frightened bird. At that time, I went to college. It was winter. My classmate who had a crush on me for a year in senior three confessed. I panicked as if I had never prepared for love. Therefore, he rushed to my side from another city, knowing that I was extremely afraid of the cold, so he bought me warm gloves, hats and a big Velvet Doll, saying that he could hold it to keep warm when sleeping at night. When we went to sing and play, he always took photos for me behind me, knowing that I liked to take photos and leave a memorial. When one scenic spot came down, all of them were my photos, he was willing to be the person behind me, not appearing in the image of memory. From beginning to end, there was no lingering between us. Now think about the relationship at that time was really pure like snow, simple and pure. I just gave him an uncertain promise to have a try, and he treated me as a lover’s love and devoted himself to it. However, what is love after all? I can’t say it clearly until now. Sometimes I feel that I can’t afford to love, and sometimes I find that I have never understood love. The next year, it was still winter. He invited me out to play. We went to our alma mater in high school and talked about many memories of high school all the way. He told me that he had a crush on me at that time, but I have no idea. Walking like this, stepping on the snow falling on the homeland, my heart was full of emotion. Walking, walking, finally came to the end. Just like the memory of my alma mater, no matter how beautiful it was, it was the past. I clearly remembered that at that time, under the dim light of KTV, he wanted to hear me singing. After singing, he suddenly came over and said to me: Can I hug you? That hug was our first and only contact. Whenever I mention the word youth, I can’t help thinking of that young story. The youth story happened in winter, maybe he was just a memory, living in the coldest place in my heart, turning into a touch of warmth in the cold winter, melting my heart to become ice. That winter, that person, that time, I often thought: if we were together bravely at that time, what would be the ending? Maybe many things will not happen later, and I will not become as silent as now. But, everything is fixed. Fate comes and goes, it is fate after all, why do you never forget it? Now is the best. Winter has given me too many memories. If I count them one by one, it must be a Qing Ye epic. Most of the stories that happened in winter ended with tragedies. It was a pity that I could not hear sad stories any more in the following winter. If destined, winter can also be warm. Certain can. Winter is coming, and spring is not far away. 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…

“Horse

(2014 nian 3 yue 12 ri. I can’t sleep at night because of drinking a little. On the Internet, I have been paying close attention to the news that Malaysia Airlines lost its passenger plane, pondering deeply and pondering with imagination to write this article) the nightmare of violence and fear in Kunming has not gone away, the horror has not disappeared, and the hatred is determined! Now, Malaysia Airlines MH370, which carries 239 people, is missing——. What an ambiguous phrase that is full of fantasy, desire and despair. 239 lives, how many people have lost their dreams, and the fate of 154 Chinese children has even made the hearts of Chinese and Chinese people hang! Now, how many days have passed, and how we look forward to the miracle. I will wait for your news for several seconds, and the whole country will devote all its efforts to demonstrate the emergency rescue power that a big country should have. Let’s put our hands together to pray, let’s put our hands together to cast the foundation of your way home. I hope to travel through time and space! Dream it was a false alarm! I don’t know the hope, anxiety, suffering before the destruction, or the despair at the last moment! Wandering faintly in the dark charm. How many fresh creatures are missing in strange and inexplicable ways. Where on earth did the plane go……?. Life is long, life is changeable. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny. A lot of things always feel a long runway long game, road far to go. But who can predict the fate? When the accident came, Fang felt that there were too many things left too late or not enough. At this time, all hypocrisy and selfishness, numbness and indifference, stubbornness and prejudice, disputes and greed, old grudge and Chen Jian all seem insignificant and ridiculous. Sad, sighing! In the extremely precious and splendid life, what did they count?! At this time, I want to say thank you to someone, say I love you, or want to have more time to spend quietly and lightly with the dearest person. Slowly taste the beauty of life, the quietness of time, the value of life, the beauty of youth, and enjoy the colorful scenery of life. Therefore, we should cherish life. The paths of life are different, but in the end, they all come to the same end. To be more optimistic about something, to be less optimistic about it, although everything can’t be seen clearly, to be heavy and light, just like the old man Bing Xin said that life is not always happy, nor is it always painful, happiness and pain are complementary. Happiness is certainly exciting, and pain is not beautiful?. We also need to cherish happiness. Happiness turns out to be so simple, so plain, and happy every day. We treat our relatives well, show filial piety to our parents, do not aim high, and have high eyes and low hands, spend every real and plain day with your favorite people! As long as people are here, everything can come back and everything can struggle. In addition, we should also have a heart of gratitude and tolerance to cherish and tolerate everything around us. We should be calm when things happen. We should be calm when facing gains and losses. We should not be addicted to fame and wealth and have a common heart, don’t leave too many regrets. Let’s put our hands together and pray silently for 239 helpless creatures: hope for the miracle and the safety of life!!! (2014 nian 3 yue 12 ri. I can’t sleep at night because of drinking a little. On the Internet, I have been paying close attention to the news that Malaysia Airlines lost its passenger plane, pondering deeply, and making this article with imagination) 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…

Narrative

Narration is so sad and beautiful. If it is not the amazing intelligence, it is difficult for narration to be free and unrestrained; Ordinary narrators still need to lay out the ways and methods of planning articles, so as to make up their weaknesses with this skill. Of course, speaking ways and methods may still be a kind of intelligence, although it is the general ability of narration, which can make up for the congenital deficiency through diligent study. But what can a poor person do? We had to use the strength of arms, waist and hip, legs and feet and even teeth as if we could shape and express this object which might be a commodity rather than a spirit. A well-known writer, a writer who seldom appears in public, is very fluent when staring at the capital, the Outland and the distant town, like knocking on the table and rubbing the flour cake, knocking on Beijing, the difference between Tokyo and Yili is extremely magical and amazing. In the final analysis, it was his talent, the reminder given by the dense cultural deposits of those towns, and the temperament of those towns easily excited his original talent, while Yili River, Kaifeng ice flow, it slips down, with vigorous momentum and various visions. From divinity to temperament, from appearance to inside information, from proximity to betrayal, from intimacy to love, we can see the author’s ease and wisdom in words and expressions everywhere. The best way of narration is the one that doesn’t leak any voice and color, the so-called form is scattered. Of course, such modern writers are everywhere, too many to mention. I used to think that I was talented, but it turned out to be a clumsy person for decades. Even so, every day, if you can write down these useful or useless words, you will consciously enrich and relax. This can not be regarded as a word or a witness of my own thought track, but a clear example of moving forward. It is my self-consolation that I still keep a good attitude. I told myself that I should write down something by this every day, although there are usually only some shining stars, just like seeing the wild flowers of broken orchid on the roadside, just like lighting myself as a small match. Always remember something, very interesting. In front of me is a tree I transplanted, called Nanshan Bamboo. Why is she such a name? Just a few days after I moved back, there were full of leaves falling down one after another like pieces of paper. I thought it was a problem of water and soil and adaptation. I just cut off the branches of the 1/3 and carried them to the balcony, after pouring through the water for three times, gradually, after a lot of leaves fell down, new buds sprouted, though not robust. But the leaves were thin, and the bleak atmosphere of a potted plant gradually became, which was the same as the cold color in the living room, and the home was set to be handsome and elegant, which was quite magical. Although I still dared not to hold her back to the room, I opened the window every day for her to have a night breeze, and loosened the soil, and prepared to water her with my son on weekends. I promised Boyuan’s son. This is the story between my son and me. Soon, I turned on the music and seemed to know that the music was so close to me that I hadn’t noticed it for decades. Stepping into middle age, seeing the brilliance of her star and satellite, hearing the sound of nature in the deep night, I realized that another beautiful way of narration in the world was beside me. When I touched her and talked with her, she rolled up and went away. Looking at her back, I sighed and blamed myself. Looking up to the sky, I sighed that how could I step into the palace of art. Without reading the history of music, painting and sculpture, those narrations with different tones, the time and space of music can not be spread freely, and the growing sounds of nature in the middle of the night can not be listened, on the one hand, he despises the current so-called literature, on the other hand, he lingers outside the palace of art. Regret ah. Now, the sunshine is pouring over my balcony softly, and music notes, Fu Lei’s letters and philosophy of art are piled on my desk heavily. When their families went out, they didn’t know that their thoughts could be so self-narrated and their emotions were more stable; Therefore, their narrations and stories were bred in a peaceful way, even the peace in sorrow, the peace between tracing and rebellion between life and death. The narration is so sad and beautiful. Narration, no matter it is the genius, the natural flow, or the force can not be caught, poor and rough; Narration itself, narration itself behavior, has been sad and beautiful. 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…

Heart

A few friends followed the time very well. They came to my home one after another with pipe pliers, rhinestones and other tools used to install heating before. Several friends were quite capable. I prepared the dishes and put them on the table. The heating pipes of the four rooms and the four groups of heating fins had been installed. I set the glasses, bowls and chopsticks, and before I could remove my apron, my friends had lit the coal fire and tried the heating stove. The four groups of cold and cold radiator gradually became hot. After a while, the return pipes of the four rooms were too hot to touch with hands. My friends were happy for their work efficiency and achievements. They laughed constantly one by one and danced with words. I was proud of making the rich dishes on this table, and the serious nonsense also came out endlessly. It’s warm in the room. Everyone sat around the wine table and said the same thing to you. I talked about all kinds of skills of installing the Earth heating stove. After a while, I talked about everything, the demons and ghosts started to talk nonsense. With a strong sense of wine, Lao Wang couldn’t stand on the ground. He pulled up the old mule of his grandmother’s house and gave birth to a foal. Since then, his father began to sell cattle, A few years later, he made a fortune and became one of the few upstarts in the county. Lao Li’s broken mouth boasted that he was going to set up a group of people to tie tiles in Tiananmen Square in Beijing, and also went to the Great Wall to install heating, so as to earn a lot of money for his wife and children. The lecherous old Liu, who didn’t take charge of the family, dared to say that going whoring would not break the law in the future, because there were more prostitutes in the society, and naturally there were fewer rapists. Since ancient times, there have been official brothels, brothels are conducive to stabilizing social order and stimulating the rapid development of local economy. Dongguan, the color capital, is a vivid example. Later, even some vulgar yellow jokes were written to the wine table in vernacular. Everyone drank too much. Whoever thought of something impromptu would follow his mouth. No matter who was grinning about all kinds of news, or the casually fabricated peach autobiography on a whim, whether it had a head or a tail or a head, the spitting stars in the grinning mouth flew all over the table, and no one knew to pay attention to hygiene. The fly in the ointment is that none of these friends grudged Li Bai and Du Fu with me; No one grudged with me how did the Spring River Flower Moon Night come into being; no one even grinned with me. Rousseau’s confession is the spiritual text of the author’s autobiography, or the novel expressing the social villains with psychological abnormality. On the second day, several elders in the neighborhood saw me and said, “you drunkards, you pushed me back and forth on the street yesterday afternoon, shouting loudly and looking forward to each other, it took more than an hour to make a fuss. It was really a shame to throw myself at home. That night, when I woke up, my head hurt badly, my mouth was dry and my whole body was not strong enough. I got up from the bed, turned on the light, and went to the living room to make a cup of strong tea, after sitting on the sofa and drinking tea for a while, he stood up and went to the yard to get some air. I stood under the wintersweet tree, staring at those hazy flowers and bones on the wintersweet tree by the faint light emitted from the glass window. My mind was blank, and I stood dumbly to breath out of my heart, I woke up and hurried back to the room to keep warm. The heating stove in the room had gone out. I took out the ash from the stove, chopped some wood with an axe, found some old newspapers and carried a bucket of media, I lit the fire again, and after a while, I felt that the whole room was getting warm gradually. At this time, I felt that my stomach was a little Russian, so I stood up from the heating stove and went to the restaurant to find something to eat. Who knew that there was a mess in the restaurant, with cigarette butts and tea all over the floor, and there was almost no empty feet. It seems that my wife and children will not come back to live tonight. Thinking in my heart, I felt a little agitated, and my stomach seemed to be filled with this sudden agitated feeling. I closed the door of the dining room and came to the living room, muttering in my mouth: no sight, no worry, let my wife clean up those messy dirty things tomorrow. While muttering, I picked up a book casually from the tea table in the living room, went back to the heating stove room, and sat beside the heating stove to keep warm, drink tea and read books. After a while, my whole body was warm and comfortable. I didn’t need to look in the mirror. I also knew that my face was like a ripe red apple. I don’t know what is going on. At this time, a feeling of loneliness and sadness suddenly gushed out in my heart. I couldn’t read any more books, so I just dreamed with my eyes open, thinking endlessly. The more I thought about it, the more lonely I was, the more miserable I was. Thinking about it, I remembered Ah Q in Lu Xun’s works. For a while, Ah Q became me, and I became Ah Q. Who on earth am I? What on earth did I do when I came to this world? What is the point of living? Why did Qu Yuan commit suicide in the river? Why does Ji Gong like to be a dog Monk without a home or a yard? Why didn’t Guo Moruo write a few decent poems after he became a high-ranking official? I asked the god with a silly face, asked the Earth, asked ghosts and gods, asked myself, asked a lot of questions, and didn’t ask why. I went away quietly, just as I came quietly, waving my sleeves without taking away a cloud. When I left this world, I couldn’t take away contiguous clouds. What else should I do with those notebooks? Thinking like this in my heart, I stood up and went to the study, rummaging out all the old notebooks locally, stacking them into a dozen, holding them back to the heating stove and putting them on the ground, sitting on the bench rudely, Hu Siba began to remember it again. What have I thought about? I don’t remember. Anyway, I tore up all those laptops inexplicably and put them into the stove one by one to burn and play, on one side, he left the pages with poems page by page. This is why? So far, I can’t say clearly one, two, three. Third, since I burnt my large pile of notebooks that night, I have never written any mood diary. Once in a while, if you have some feelings, feelings and feelings about society and life, you can use the artistic form of poetry to vent and release your emotions. I like poetry, especially Li Bai’s poetry. Li Bai’s poems are natural and smooth. The verses seem to be unmodified, but they can be chewed carefully. It is true that every sentence has such a special flavor. I don’t like to be bound by the rhythm when writing poetry, and I never write the rhythm deliberately. Most of my ancient poetry styles are self-contained, just like me. It seems to be unrestrained and free on the surface, but in essence, each of my poems has such an inner melody active. My poetry is neither the words moaning without illness, nor the notes made out of imagination. Although I also know that my poetry is a little rough and popular, which is a bit like Limerick, with less artistic conception, the poetic taste is quite light, it is as light as the sorghum wine sold by our nameless winery in Qianzhen town. Although the sorghum wine from the nameless winery in Chengqian town is not mellow, it is the wine brewed from grain after all. This kind of grain wine is still more delicious than those high-grade fake wine in glass bottles of some merchants. I am very confident. Four days ago, when I was free, I used memories to sew up the fragments of the wasted years, used the future to wash away the sadness and confusion of the past, and used flowers, birds, fish and insects to draw the taste and happiness of life, write all kinds of emotions in the world with words. At the same time, I often analyze my thoughts and wash my soul. During this period of time, I intentionally copied the poems written in the past into a notebook one by one. Why? Because these poems are all flowing from the depth of my heart. Now, the reason why I reorganize this poem and make it into e-books on Jiangshan literature website for readers to see is to tell you that on the surface, I make people look lonely, indifferent, boring people actually have rich emotions in their inner world, and they still love social life very much in their hearts. In real social life, there are many unsatisfactory places and many confusing and hateful things, especially those bold and heartless corrupt officials and upstarts who ruin the country and the society openly and do whatever they want, it makes the daily life of ordinary people not harmonious. However, social life itself is very beautiful. If you don’t believe what I said, then calm down, open your eyes and take a closer look, and you will see the seven-color clouds in the sky dancing happily on the stage in the sky. If you don’t believe what I said, then you should calm down and listen carefully and attentively, you will hear the sound of those rivers in nature running into the sea singing cheerful songs. To be honest, if I can constantly put some beautiful scenes in nature, all kinds of sweet, bitter and salty tastes in social life, and the sparks of thoughts flashing in my mind intentionally or unintentionally, it is arranged one by one in the artistic form of poetry and published on various literary websites in time to let readers appreciate, taste and comment. I thought that life like that would be very interesting and wonderful. 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…

My

In my memory, my mother did a very good job in needlework, especially the embroidery she painted, which was far and near and a little famous. There are many kinds of shoes my mother cut, especially the Tiger-toe shoes, tiger-toe socks and tiger-head gloves which cover children’s eyes (the embroidered eyes are not convex and concave), which are vivid and vivid. Maybe I was influenced by my mother early. It seemed that I took a needle much earlier than a pen. In my memory, my mother’s sewing basket was my earliest toy, in which the colorful cloth head and colorful silk threads had a great attraction to me, and I often played for a long time. In my memory, mother’s dressing box was always filled with piles of embroidery and shoe patterns cut from white paper, which made relatives and friends from far and near come to beg. In my memory, the first time I took a needle to make a needlework seemed to be only five or six years old. My mother’s original intention was to encircle me and prevent me from running around on the narrow ship side. After all, the huge red paint gourd on her back could not make my mother reduce half of her worries, it can not reduce the fear of people on the ship for water. Perhaps, my initial perception of color came from my mother’s rag tip, and the first work I made with a needle was the rag tip. My mother trimmed all kinds of cloth strips into triangles of the same size, or trapezoid or fan shapes. According to my mother’s aesthetic, she set them one by one on the small table in front of me and taught me to go from inside to outside, layer by layer to straight seam, splice into square semi-finished products. Gradually, there were more semi-finished squares like me. They shook their bodies in mother’s hands and turned into bright and colorful quilts, or children’s unique quilts or coats, or simple small vests made of several pieces. Such small rags are always full of endless attraction to me. Small cloth strips which are less than the width of fingers are sewn into the inner heart of the rag tip. The gradient color selection is from shallow to deep, just like flowers in full bloom, from the flower core to the flower surface, I have blended into my own small mind, which injected endless fun into my lonely water life in my childhood. In the memory of preschool age, it seems that except for a radio, these colorful needlework are left. This kind of cloth tip often has a strong color contrast, which can make good use of the pattern and texture of the rag, and then rub into your own creativity to achieve unexpected aesthetic feeling. In the tailor’s shop, I bought a lot of rags for one yuan, and the waste was reused, which added colorful colors to the poor and monotonous life of that era. The most important thing is that it comes from its beautiful meaning, which is also called hundreds of cloths for the cloth tip. It is endowed with a beautiful wish to exorcise evil and avoid disasters by hardworking and kind people, and pray for health and safety. Maybe it comes from heredity, or maybe I got used to my mother’s demure when she lowered her head to be a needlework, and I have already been familiar with all kinds of stitch methods and steps of my mother. My mother always praised me for my unique perception of colors. The beginner stage was very short. A few months later, I learned embroidery with my mother. The stage of learning monochrome was not long, and soon I learned colorful embroidery with my mother with a little flower stretch. Monochrome embroidery starts from embroidering diapers, and the diapers of people on the ship are always extraordinary. On the double-layer square coarse cloth surface, add waist about two inches high, or blue, blue, or purple. On these rectangular waist, mother used to draw continuous patterns, or symmetrical plate Lotus, or other pictographic flowers. There are many kinds of patterns on diapers, such as Nine-son pomegranate, a handrail, and lotus flowers, three peaches worshipping mother, gourd, water chestnut and other flowers and fruits with auspicious meanings. The monochromatic embroidery type of diapers is huge, the pattern is clear, leaving a lot of white space, and the atmosphere is jumping without losing softness. All the semi-finished products I embroidered need to be reprocessed by my mother, and she will choose a layer of extremely soft cotton cloth to lining it to prevent the embroidery thread from being polished to the baby’s immature little butt. Perhaps because of the strong wind of the boat, there were not so many clothes clips in the past. Such diapers were nailed with long tapes and tied to ropes to dry, blue, white and purple, like colorful flags dancing in the air, it has become a unique scenery for people on board. Colorful embroidery can test the skill of quietness more than single embroidery. First of all, you must sit quietly and have no distractions to embroider satisfactory works. My quiet character has been in existence for a long time, and maybe it has been formed at that time. Most of the colorful embroidery works are pillowcases. With white background or light pink, pink and blue background, flowers usually choose peony, Lily, Magpie and plum which symbolize auspiciousness. The fabric of the pillowcase is very thin, anti-wrinkle is the first thing to pay attention to, and also the most test of patience. Colored threads are hung in rows on the online board. With the fine and uniform superposition or coverage of stitch layer by layer, the embroideries in the stretch of flowers form little by little, which are colorful, convex and concave, and lifelike. The needlework is the most self-cultivation. No matter how playful a child is, a heart will become gentle and quiet with flowers stretching in his arms. Calm down, you can see from the length of a embroidery thread she used. The most common saying of my mother is that if you want to save time, you will be more likely to tie the thread, which will cause uneven force and wrinkle of the embroidery thread. On the contrary, it will delay more time. Think carefully, the Little Female Red reflects the philosophy of life. Since I was at the age of school, I left my mother early and lived in a relative’s house. I didn’t learn my mother’s skill of making shoes, and I still feel sorry till now. I still remember that before leaving, my mother cut me a small shoe pattern with a thumb size, and even the Foundation was soft. I still remember that it was a pair of Big Red wide mouth mushroom shoes. My mother put a dot on the white sole with a ballpoint pen and asked me to put on the cross pattern, The headdress flower is a blooming rose, spreading out a small half-open bone flower. Due to the dark red upper, the flowers are made of light pink, changing layer by layer, plus two light green leaves, which are very beautiful. I fondled to play, but my mother picked me up high and asked me to throw my little shoes from the top of the chimney and give them to little mushrooms to wear. The first pair of shoes made by every little girl must be given to little mushrooms. The magical little mushrooms will open your wisdom and bless your ingenuity, peace and happiness in your life. From now on, the ancient tradition is so warm and romantic, full of fairy tale flavor. The mother who is good at needlework is poetic, even though poverty and hardship can not obliterate half of them at all. After approaching the school, it was far away from needlework, but the ideas originated from the needlework emerged one after another with various patterns. Randomly fold a branch from the broom, choose a small piece of white cloth and cut it into circles one by one, fill it with cotton, tie it in with threads and tie it tightly between the branches of bamboo seedlings, then I smudged with the red ink of the teacher’s homework secretly. A red plum which seemed to be unopened came out and inserted into the thin-necked wine bottle, which became my pride and pride and made my children envious. Since junior high school, I have been living in the school. I have been carrying needlework with me, and my interest has been transferred to clothes. At this time, my mother cried her eyes because she was worried about her brother who participated in the Vietnam War, so she couldn’t do needlework any more. So I picked up the old clothes that my cousin eliminated to wear. The pictures in the clothing magazine tempt me, and the styles of those old clothes were far from satisfying my inner desire to jump. My first ready-to-wear was actually a semi-finished product, which was also a coincidence. I wore the modified Tang suit proudly for two years until I could not put it into my growing body any more, however, this kind of toss cannot be accepted since then. It was a white shirt made by my sister. I didn’t know whether the tailor measured the wrong size, or there was some kind of magic in it, which was specially left for me to practice. On a too wide side, I folded three big live folds and closed them at a distance of 10cm from the bottom. The pleated waist is closed, and the pleated bottom is elegant and flexible, which suits my heart very much. But there were only a few thread ends left at the beginning of the wrinkles on the chest, which were not perfect enough. Then I found a small piece of yellow cloth from my mother’s sewing basket and cut it into five-pointed maple leaves, thinking that I would add a piece of green maple leaves, but I couldn’t find a suitable one any more, so I had to match it with a piece of sky blue maple leaves, embroider the edges and cover them on the thread head. Fortunately, I loved to boast at that time, so I took a few photos for my debut. When I was in high school, I was catching up with Qiong Yao’s novels which swept the campus, but I was more obsessed with the heroine’s clothing in the book. In my memory, those beauties almost all like white trousers with elegant dark shirts. Therefore, the living expenses less than ten yuan a week were deducted again and again by me. I took a few yuan from it to buy several feet of floral silk, and repeatedly found creative inspiration from the words. It often takes a Sunday rest time to fold the cloth of four feet in half. You only need to dig a round neckline, seal the edges, and wear a cut cloth edge strip to make a ribbon. Cut one from the cloth strip dug out under the armpit, wear it on the bottom to make elastic, a chic and elegant batwing shirt, matched with pure white trousers, and then use the rag to make a bow to sew on the rubber band, which is needlework, it made me walk at the forefront of fashion with the careful consideration of spending a few yuan. Now it takes more time to surf the internet and write words. Fortunately, NV Hong is not willing to lose her. She is just like another self hidden in my heart. She has been there all the time. She is on the large and small cross stitch; She is on the hole of the down jacket cut by the child; She is on the embroidery of the corner of a square cloth handkerchief; she was in the creative pattern of children’s sweater; In the sachets of dragon boat festival; She even embroidered the letters of names on the underpants of my children living in school to distinguish them from others; she would even put on a regular button, even an embroidered bookmark, a key pendant with a buckle …… she was still in my poetry, in my regular script, in my gouache paintings, in my interior design, in my eyes, the train of years moves forward all the way, and the scenery walking all the way is stepped back and gradually blurred, only the needlework, I treasured it all the way, deep in my heart. She became the poetry in my heart. She stayed with me from childhood to adulthood, giving me full freedom and full happiness. 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…

Now

In January of 2014, my wife and I, and of course the old people of both sides, were worried about one thing and looking forward to it. This worried expectation was continued from the only hope several years ago. My wife and I are at the same age. She is five days older than me and has passed the year of establishment, 35 years old. He had been married for seven years, but he had not become a parent. Who did this matter lie on and who could not worry? Before that, it was not because we didn’t want it, but because we hadn’t been pregnant. After the Spring Festival in 2011, with the transfer of my work, this matter was put on the important agenda of my family. After that, the traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine have been seen one after another. Of course, the traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine are not less put into the belly, and the daughter-in-law has also eaten the so-called prescriptions such as cock blood, jujube bark, red garlic braid and so; in the past two years, we had caught up with the maternity care policy of the Army. We went to the General Hospital of the military region in Beijing, and we couldn’t remember how many times we had run. Only the back and forth tickets were piled up a little thick. However, the pain was not less, the money was not less, but the wife’s belly still did not move. It is inevitable that our parents worry about ourselves. It was also in January, 2014, lunar December 18 before the Spring Festival, that grandma died of illness. After sending the old man out, he met the cousin who came to the funeral at the gate of the second uncle. She asked about our situation face to face: Is my wife pregnant, Liang? Not yet, my cousin. I responded truthfully, and there was no lack of frustration in my tone. This is what I need in my life! I was shocked when she said this. I knew that this cousin always spoke fiercely. Her prickly words might be heartless, but it really hurt me. Although I felt resentful in my heart, I couldn’t break out. Firstly, she was a relative of the funeral and an elder, so she couldn’t ignore the way of treating guests and respecting the elderly; Secondly, she just sent it to the old man, since then, they started to make troubles in the street. What’s more, they were originally adults. It was also in January of 2014, after the white affair of Grandma, our big family rushed to handle the marriage of our eldest brother two days later. I just sent it to the old man and then held a happy event, which seemed unreasonable at first glance. Things have their own reasons. The wedding date of the elder brother and sister-in-law had already been fixed. According to the custom of the hometown, once the date of the new couple’s gift was confirmed, it was not appropriate to change it, otherwise it was not good. Grandma also died of sudden asthma when she went back to her hometown in Shandong from Tanggu to attend her eldest brother’s wedding. Not long after the Spring Festival in 2012, in Tanggu where my eldest brother worked all the year round, a court sentenced him to divorce his eldest sister-in-law because of the breakdown of his relationship. With the help of an attorney, the eldest brother won the custody of his son Yu Hao without much trouble. The verdict required the woman to pay Yu Hao 300 yuan per month for the living expenses, which were 300 yuan per month, yuhao’s mother has not fulfilled any point so far. Yu Hao, who had been in grade one in Tanggu with his eldest brother, had to transfer to his hometown to be taken care of by his grandparents. From then on, besides expecting their second son to become a father as soon as possible, I am looking forward to their big and small children finding a wife to become a family as soon as possible. Nearly two years after my eldest brother divorced, on the third day after sending it to grandma, my parents’ last wish was finally fulfilled. As for the previous wish, they could only watch after the Lantern Festival in 2014 in the distant expectation. In the general hospital of Beijing Military Region, their daughter-in-law accepted the second test-tube baby embryo transfer operation after three artificial insemination. According to the doctor’s advice, my wife and I went back to the hospital two weeks later to check the results. This time it was successful, and finally it was successful! Maybe it was because of the old saying that everything went wrong. After experiencing many difficulties, my wife and I finally stopped worrying and hesitating, and finally saw the birth care policy of the Army’s free medical treatment, it gives us the long-desired hope. I am grateful to the troops and the country from the bottom of my heart. Time came to the 09:12 on the evening of November 2th, 2014 with my parents’ exhortations and my wife’s care. For others, this moment may be irrelevant and not worth mentioning; But for me and my wife, it is crucial and unforgettable, because it is the moment when our lives can continue! At this moment, our son was born safely, in the fervent expectation of my wife and me, in the forgetful cheers of relatives and friends. Just at this moment, the depression, anxiety, loss, hardship, and other haze-like emotions hidden in my wife and me for a long time seemed to have been expected for a long time, the strong breeze blows away and clears away! I think, my old people should also be in this state of mind at this moment. Finally, they can no longer worry about this, for their son and daughter. During the period of serving the confinement at home, I was busy and full. In the rare leisure time, my pink feet and fleshy mouth naturally appeared in front of me. I couldn’t help sighing: Where Has Time Gone? Isn’t time in front of the child crying and laughing, and just for the ardent expectation of parents? In March of 2015, I have been a father for more than four months. Just as my family and I expected, the little guy was healthy and cute, because he was born in Beijing. My wife and I named him Jingcheng. During the first Spring Festival when I became my father, although I couldn’t stay with my child, what did it matter? What else can I feel unsatisfied if I can become a father as I wish in my forties? From years ago to now, I have been back to the Army for almost two months. Every night before I got into bed and fell asleep, I would look at my son’s photo on the phone and secretly laugh and praise (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…