Worship

When I was having lunch, I found something black appeared in the bowl, and instinctively picked it up with my hands. Then I realized that there was a flickering black shadow in my right eye, which was projected into the bowl. My mother-in-law said: It may be the same as me. It is the precursor of cataract. Come on, I will give you a drop of medicine to treat cataract. I also thought it was cataract, so I asked my parents to take some medicine. I thought it would be good after a while, and I didn’t care at all. After lunch, I took my grandson to the Liberation Monument Guotai Grand theater to watch the performance of Ukrainian artists in Chongqing. When I went out, I obviously felt a lot of dark clouds fluttering in my right eye, which made my heart vaguely uneasy. However, these two tickets are very valuable. In order to let my grandson see this rare performance, I still plucked up courage and insisted on taking him there. The theater is black, and the black clouds in the eyes are integrated with such an environment. After entering the theater, there is no feeling at all. In addition, it is a happy thing to accompany my grandson, I am also happy to see him happy, completely forgetting the hidden danger of eyes. As soon as I went out of the theater, I saw the light, which really scared me a lot. It was much more powerful than when I came in. A wisp of dark clouds floated out of the glasses frame, like the flood of breaching the bank, I felt nervous and knew that it must be the bleeding of the glass body of my eyes. This situation was very strange. The outside of my eyes was fine. People who didn’t know could not see that my eyes were bleeding at all, only you can feel the surging waves in your eyes. Hurry up and send my grandson back to their home. I must go to the hospital. On the way to the hospital, dark clouds completely covered my right eye vision, like patches of black snowflakes falling into my eyes. Fortunately, there was another eye that was good, and I could still hold it strong, turning a blind eye, turning a blind eye and driving on the road, I carefully grasped the steering wheel and drove towards a top three hospital which was close to my home. Standing in front of the doctor, you really have no confidence. You have to be respectful to let them teach you how old you are? Why are you so irresponsible to yourself? When did the blood come out? With so much blood, why didn’t you come in time? Do you know this is very dangerous? If you don’t do well, it will be a catastrophe! The doctor’s words made me feel ashamed and uneasy. I thought: it’s over. It’s over. I may have to operate on my eyes this time. I may not be able to keep them. Maybe I will be a one-eyed dragon in the future. I was arranged to be hospitalized immediately. The doctor said: This patient is one of the most dangerous patients at present. Her eyes can’t detect the reason. It is totally a bubble of blood. She must lie still and completely, put your head high and let the blood sink. Both eyes should be tightly wrapped up, even the eyeballs can not move, infusion, stop bleeding. At this time, I had nothing to worry about. Anyway, when I arrived at the hospital, everything was listened to the doctor. I was like an obedient child, lying quietly. It is not a game in general sense to cover your eyes and lie still. It is a helpless treatment. For the first time in my life, I was knocked down on the hospital bed with my eyes covered. My heart was extremely cold. No one accompanied me. It seemed that I was lying quietly. In fact, the complex agitation in my heart was beyond words. I know that my bad eyes are the result of blood inheritance. My mother’s eyes are very bad. I inherited my mother’s problems. When my mother was young, she had high myopia and was a little older, the fundus problem came out. We took mother to the hospital for examination. Although the doctor said that mother’s fundus was almost dead and it was not easy to have cataract, we still insisted that the doctor did cataract surgery for mother. Later, it was true that as the doctor said, to no avail, my mother’s eye disease did not improve at all. Other organs of mother’s body are all good, only the eyes make her suffer a lot. The eyes are not good, and she has fallen down several times. The last time she broke the bones of her legs, which reduced the quality of life, it also shortened her life span for many years, and her poor mother was blind when she left. My mother belonged to sheep, and I also belonged to sheep. It was said that the women belonged to sheep suffered a lot, which seemed to be true. I almost inherited all the signs in my mother’s life. In those days, I lay still in the white world of the hospital. Apart from thinking of my mother, I played back the impermanent life like a movie while my brain was empty, I saw a lot of joys and sorrows flooded by years, and many ups and downs were covered by dust. People, it is really not easy to walk in the world. I am born, old, sick and dead, miserable, and frustrated. The tide rises and falls, who can escape? What are the gains and losses that cannot be put down? Is there anything you need to argue with me? Life is the last two words: give up! Give up everything you ‘ve worked so hard to get, give up the grudge you care so much, come from there, and go back there. Lying quietly in the quiet space of the hospital, forgetting the noisy world, only the original vital signs are yours, and the tranquility is still far away. I believe that in such a special time, those wisest people will inevitably think about this kind of problem, even if I am silly. Of course, it was painful to think about this kind of problem, and my heart was also cold. I didn’t know why in those days, I always thought of a poem written by Lu You when he was old and sick, and when he was quiet at night: jiang wo deserted village not self-pity, sunsi for guo rong Luntai. Late into the night lying wind rain, cavalry Glacier dream come. Lu You, as a soldier, did not feel empty and lonely because of his old age, nor did he feel sad and pessimistic because of the isolation of barren villages. In his empty world, he slept in the night and listened to the sound of wind and rain, as if the horses were screaming, in the past, a long sword was in hand, the back of the horse was all-powerful, and the sword was shining on the ice, which was a glorious time worth showing off. At the same time, when people listened to the wind and rain at night, Lu You’s feelings of soldiers formed a great contrast with mine. I didn’t have any passion, and wisps of sorrow came to my heart. Many patients around are accompanied by relatives. Thinking about the muddled life, When I was old, I was still enveloped by loneliness, and the coolness came out of my spine. I have been worried that I am ill and hospitalized. What should I do if my worried husband is left unattended? He is mentally disabled and has inconvenient hands and feet. What if he falls down? What should I do in case of sudden illness? No! I must tell the doctor, let me leave the hospital early, I will go home and watch my husband. Alas! Forget it, forget it, don’t think about it, listen to the doctor, I remind myself not to think so much, good people have their own natural appearance, so I silently read in my heart: Amitabha, Amitabha, amitabha’s eye disease is half a month in hospital, and his heart is like a glacier swimming far away. A blank past, with the wind and rain into the dream garden. Thanks for the blessing of Bodhisattva, I had such a fierce eye disease, and there was a turning point a few days later. The doctor saw my bleeding point through the instrument. Even they didn’t believe it. There was only one place for my bleeding point, they thought I had a large area of capillary burst or retina shedding. The young female doctor who gave me laser suddenly became a living bodhisattva in my eyes. She was so gentle and amiable, and her hands were so powerful to rejuvenate. When she checked me with the instrument, through reflection, I saw the secret in my eyes, which was deep in mountains, rivers, forests, sky, no wonder people describe the eyes as windows of the soul. It turns out that there is a small universe inside the eyes. I remembered that when my son was just one month old, one day I held him in my arms, and the little guy looked at me. The pupil without any pollution was so clear, and the furry blood vessel looked like a flower spreading out, filar silk clearly visible. I was suddenly a little afraid to look down. In my clear eyes, a feeling of awe surprised me. No wonder someone would burst into tears when looking at each other. This eye disease made me know more deeply that among human organs, eyes are the most worshiped place. They are the second life of human beings. What can you do without eyes? No eyes is the disability in the disability, and you can’t lack eyes without anything! I know a blind man who gave massage to my husband many years ago. They all say that there are ten blind men and nine monsters. It’s true that this blind man is smart and handsome, and he can play and sing everything, he has a great memory. He can remember who you are with his voice. As long as he approaches him, he knows who you are without speaking. I asked him, why do you know the world? He said that he knew the world by the touch of voice and hands. I asked him, is there any color in your world? He said he didn’t know what color was. I asked him, is there any color in your dream? He said no, there was no change in the day and night, and it was all black. He told me that his greatest wish was to see the world, even if he could only see it at one glance. People’s memories and thoughts are stored in their minds. Sparks and Thunder flashing at a certain frequency can make people feel deeply. Suffering from eye diseases, they think of a conversation with the blind many years ago, it is like thunder rolling on the ear. The biggest wish of the Blind is to have a look at the world. We people with complete heads and tails don’t know the pain of disability, and we don’t know the blessing in the blessing. What a sin! I was discharged from the hospital, and finally I was discharged from the hospital. My bad luck and depression could finally be released. I was discharged from the hospital, and finally I was discharged from the hospital. Even the Sun knew that I was going to leave the hospital today, showing a smile in the clouds. When was the most sober person, and the moment I walked out of the hospital, I thought of a few words: maybe you never have money from others, but you have to be satisfied, because there will always be someone poorer than you, maybe you will never be less beautiful than others, but you should be confident, because there will always be someone uglier than you, maybe you will never be smarter than others, but you should be proud, because there will always be someone more stupid than you. Maybe you will never be happy than others, but you should be calm. Because there will always be someone more painful than you. Maybe you will never be as smart as others, but you should be lucky, because some people’s biggest wish is just to have a look at the World praise (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…

Years

In my childhood, I liked streams and played in the woods, singing freely; When I was young, I envied waterfalls, dared to take risks and jumped out of beautiful life; Now I am old, I am more fond of the Autumn Water, quiet, calm, calm, calm, with fallen leaves and scenery. 2 Venus with broken arms is beautiful because she has the courage to show her broken arms to others. Her sincere heart touched people, and people even forgave her incomplete body. Now, those female stars always try every means to expose what they shouldn’t have exposed, covering up their missing literary eyebrows, whole faces and breast augmentation 3 songs on the grassland always touch me, let me imagine that white clouds are long, sky is blue, grass is luxuriant, cattle and sheep are flocks, which makes me feel the kindness and generosity of the Earth, the simplicity and amorous feelings of streams, and makes me seem to smell the fragrance of milk, and I went back to my hometown in my dream along the milk fragrance, back to my mother’s warm embrace. 4 I often wonder in the songs of grassland singers such as Zhuo Ma who came down to the central region: Do my distant ancestors live on the prairie? Is grassland the real hometown of many of us? Why do we always like the leisure of white clouds, the blue sky, the fresh air, the freedom of cattle and sheep, and the pure and innocent singing of streams and shepherd girls? 5 at the corner of the desk, the flowers sent to me by others have already withered after several spring, summer, autumn and winter, but I am still reluctant to throw them away. I will be ashamed that I am too busy to clean up the dust on the flowers. I remember how pure and bright the flower was at the beginning; I also knew very well how soft and warm the hands of the flower sender were. 6 when I was sitting on a small car, I always felt that pedestrians and bicycles were walking too slow, and they didn’t obey the traffic rules, and they always blocked the way, which was very inconvenient; While when I was a pedestrian or a cyclist, and I always feel that the driver is too arrogant and overbearing. He always wants to overtake it and pushes the horn to the sky. Don’t you just drive a car? In terms of prestige, it is not as good as any copper carriage of Qin Shihuang! 7 When Sima Qian, the criminal, wrote records of the historian, he didn’t expect to become a masterpiece of the ages without rhyme; When Bi Sheng, a civilian, played with those clay patterns, he didn’t expect to be one of the four great inventions. As for Ying Zheng, he deliberately made a first emperor, but it turned out that the second emperor was finished. It seems that God has eyes! 8-The network says, 0.1 billion thousand rich Weng first thing in the morning is concerned about his investment, find the stock quotations, he even with a bubble acute urine; In China a northwestern remote mountain village, A thin old man over 80 years old, the first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to turn on the radio and sing a good song of Qin Opera. 9 I walk to work and meet that elegant beauty every day. In spring, she made a little pink, which was comparable to the praise in the legend; In summer, she was fresh and refined, just like lotus in the water; In autumn, she was quiet and serene, which reminded people of a flood of autumn water; In winter, it snowed, and she was like a red plum coming towards her. But yesterday, before I had time to figure out how to greet her, she withered disappointedly like a flower. 10 The words my mother taught me from childhood, such as the endless strength, the inability to pick up the well water and so on, are not included in the textbook; Those things my father did for the neighbors, such as repairing radios, blowers and so on, I have never seen any publicity in the newspaper. But I know that my parents’ influence on me is greater and more profound than any book or newspaper. Like (prose editor: indifferent) 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…

Only and

I hope this winter will be warmer! Because this winter is suitable for me to think and read. I don’t know whether it is God’s favor to me or my bitter expectation; I don’t know whether God has heard my appeal or my daily prayer. In short, warm sun always follows all the way, either yesterday or today. Quietly listening to the sound outside the window, quietly waiting for the brightness that God gave me, feeling the best time of the fleeting time. At this time, my heart was calm. I didn’t deliberately create emotions or make microwave waves for no reason. I just wanted to breed some nostalgia and joy, and I just wanted to appreciate my relatives and friends. Then, then use a flower to commemorate those moments of hard work, use a photo to solidify, and use a paragraph of text to taste! Walking towards the depth of winter, there is still no snow floating, and the temperature is still above 10 degrees. I can’t help wondering: is this winter? How can there be no snow in winter? Winter should be like frozen snow. Snow-free winter may make people feel inappropriate and incomplete. I like snow, snow flying and silver clothes. I like the white and flawless snow, the warm as jade, and I prefer the creaking sound of stepping on it. When you stretch out your hands, touch the softness of the snow and feel the beauty of the snow, the slightly cool liquid drops on your palm. In an instant, there will be a few tremors in the Heart Lake, the weak fingers will fly wildly, and the fervent heart will be warm for a moment. The little happiness and memory in life will also be swaying in the wind with snowflakes. Looking at the light white, so clear, so perfect, really a enjoyment. Walking on such a white snow, I am really afraid that it will stain this beauty and disgrace this love. At this moment, a kind of touch cannot be expressed. This kind of shock is enough to evoke the dusty memory for many years. Even in winter, even if everything is withered, it also has a different kind of beauty. Let this vast expanse of mood connect with snowflakes, let this continuous affection drift away with snowflakes, and let this shallow and short letter seal up the lingering snow. Haruki Murakami said: it is always incredible to remember this thing. Yes, the memory of snow revived the scene of that year and showed it again: on the snowy bridge, I stretched out my hand to catch the snowflakes leaking from your hand; Beside the frozen white stream, I am looking for the potential figure of fish under the ice; In the quiet and romantic car window, I snuggle up in your warm arms and sing a song of snow velvet flowers, which can not only bring white color, but also bring refreshing, it can also make the bottom of my heart pure, keep away from the hubbub, and let myself return to the original plain white. Winter without snow is not perfect, winter without heavy snow is not beautiful, but for the integrity of this winter, for the less and less pure and crystal, I put my hands together, pray for this winter: wait for another snow, blow off the flashy, and disperse the haze. Let quietness and elegance stop in your heart and save the truth with words! Expect a snow, a romance, and a reunion. Let the flying Spirit tell the obsession of passing through the three lives, let the white snow lingering for thousands of years of oath, let the Shuo Shuo cold wind baptize the persistence and no regrets of love. May the year of China be safe and soft! Through the long time, I ran to greet a snow. When will I return? 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…

Nurse

I am a nurse, but also an ordinary woman. Although nurse is a very tired job with low social status, I still have no regrets. From the ignorance at the beginning to the ups and downs now, it seems that I am a tenacious grass. After the birth of spring and the growth of summer, life has been constantly enriched since then, and I believe that love will follow. I always believe that good people will get good results. I don’t know when I fell in love with the profession of nurse. Maybe a seed of love sprouted in my heart since I was young. Later, with the gradual increase of age and the broadening of vision, we will gradually have a new position in life and a new interpretation of life. In life, it is impossible for people to have smooth sailing, ranging from a love affair to a life-and-death separation. In fact, they all have feelings. As long as we listen attentively, we don’t make mistakes again and again, it is also a beautiful scenery on the road of life. As the saying goes, with the birth of a new life, someone will leave us. Maybe no one wants to experience or experience life or death, but people cannot break the laws of nature. Birth, aging, illness and death are like a train to the destination. Even if we are doctors and nurses, we have the obligation and responsibility to rescue every patient, because life is priceless, everyone has the qualification to live. Perhaps, if you don’t enter a home, you are often not a family. Before taking the position of nurse, it is easy to ignore some important things around us. In this way, we should start from the heart. It seems to be simple, but actually it is not simple, how can we do our work care better from the heart? Good is perfect. Perfect work requires us to devote ourselves wholeheartedly and treat each other sincerely. Everyone has thoughts, no matter what your social status is? People have feelings, no matter which age you are? After three years of theoretical study on campus and a ten-month internship, I have been growing all the time. It may not take a long time to start a new life in the early stage, but this kind of change is qualitative change. When we were students, we usually lived a carefree life, and we might learn to take a cursory look. When we left the campus, we might be confused, because we knew too little, let alone what we learned. There was some anxiety and anxiety in our heart, because we were about to start an independent life. Just getting in line with the society, we may have a bad life. We always compare with each other. We are too willful and sometimes we are really suffering. In fact, now think about it, the idea at that time was too naive, and it could even be said that it betrayed the people around us who always cared about us. Time flies like a shuttle. When I came to the Department of bone surgery and put on the nurse’s uniform, I had mixed feelings in my heart. I was ashamed and blamed myself more. Because this is not an ordinary dress, it is a responsibility. Therefore, we have the responsibility to care for everyone around us, compare our hearts with our hearts, and we can no longer be willful. Later, I went back and forth between the nurse station and the ward, passed the care to every patient around me who needed it, guided by emotion, and the feedback after the event was indeed better than the expected treatment and rehabilitation. Maybe this is the true meaning of three-point treatment and seven-point care. Every day, shuttling through the floor with such laughter, isn’t this what I have always wanted? Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…

Were tampered

On a drizzle dusk, I held an umbrella and strolled. The lilacs in the third middle school yard were blooming brightly, and the rainy street was lonely, standing quietly, with the fragrance of flowers and the cool air. I suddenly feel that this world is so beautiful. We are in it and have been gently loved by this world. The Earth loves me with its flowers and food; The sky loves me with its sunshine and rain; The parents love me with their painstaking efforts and tears; The lover loves me with his arms and kisses; my friend loves me and uses his blessing and miss. Even those who passed by once loved me, with his courtesy and accommodation. And my daughter also loves me, using the gold necklace that she gave me 5 yuan on Mother’s Day. ———— Inscription from childhood to adulthood, I especially like small things. I collect a piece of colored paper, a few woolen threads, feathers blown by the wind, autumn leaves and all kinds of grass like a treasure. When I was young, my mother gave each of the three sisters a wooden box to let us pack our own things. My mother is ingenious. She can draw and paper cut. The glass frames in my cupboard are all painted by my mother. She pasted her paintings on our wooden caskets, such as lions rolling hydrangea and Erlong opera beads. My casket was pasted with a pair of Golden Phoenix. Since the box came into being, my treasures have been settled. When I was a child, I was careful and put my things in order. I know everyone who moves. My brother and sister never dared to touch my things. When I was young, I was very spoiled. When they provoked me, I cried endlessly. Because my aunt’s family is in Changchun, my father also often goes on business trips. When I was young, I had more opportunities to get in touch with new things. At that time, children all saved candy paper. I saved a lot of candy paper, and I was careful. Each piece of candy paper was pressed flat, clean and refreshing, so every time I compared with my classmates, my candy paper is the best at most, which makes them envious. After graduation, I taught in primary school. I was like a child, skipping rope, racing and playing snowball fights with them. In autumn, pick up leaves on the playground and ask the children to leave one of the best leaves and write down what they want to say most. As a result, many children gave me that Leaf, which was nothing more than writing down on the leaf such words as teacher, teacher, and I love you. I kept those letters written on the leaves for a long time, and then they were all broken because of losing all the water. Later, he fell in love. At that time, he was in Dandong and sent me a piece of red maple leaf and a Cypress leaf. The Maple Leaf was inscribed with a poem, which was huge, bright red and beautiful. They are always stuck in my diary. Time goes by. Cypress leaves are still there, and they are still green, but maple leaves cannot stand the polishing of time and are broken. I think people often say that pine Cypress evergreen, which is really the case. One year, girls all bought a square silk scarf, which was monochrome. I am always mentally retarded in dressing up, so I bought a pure white one. There are many ways to tie silk scarves, but I don’t know. Seeing that it is almost as big as the door glass of my cabin, I thought: why not use it as the door curtain. Put the silk scarf on the table, pick up the brush, splash ink, and draw on the silk scarf. First, I drew the vast sea with a little bit of sail shadow and a flock of gulls flying far away. On the beach on the left, I drew the back of a girl with long hair fluttering and dancing clothes, staring at the distance and expecting something. I wrote a poem in the blank space on the right, forgetting what I wrote, but it was absolutely original. This door curtain has been hung for a long time, and I like it very much. At that time, greeting cards were popular, and I made them myself most of the time. Paste graffiti paintings with colored paper, leaves, wool and so on, and then write the so-called poems created by yourself. I like them very much. Last year, he called a brother Shi who had not seen him for several years. He said that he still kept the greeting card I gave him 20 years ago, and he also emphasized that it was made by yourself and the fence was stuck with wool. After listening to his words, I suddenly gave birth to a feeling of warmth, intimacy and a little sentimental. Is that me? Surprise for a leaf, tears for a snowflake? Folded the envelopes my husband sent me into thousands of paper cranes and hung them on the bed; Sewed a doll with two yellow handkerchiefs, wore a little red riding hood and two long braid; after getting sick, he took out the needle and put it in the letter and sent it to his husband. When he saw the needle, he asked for leave to see me regardless of everything. When he entered the door, he was scolded by his father? Is that me? At that time, except love, there was nothing in my eyes. When we got married, we had no house or money. As long as we had that person, we won the whole world. Although I am not too vulgar now, after all, I have seen through some Philistines and helplessness, and occasionally send some useless emotions, as if the world owes everyone a lot. Those letters written on the leaves, those faded fleeting years, why did they blush when they saw their love letters in those years, thinking that they were mature, actually they were numb. Work, make money, consume; Work, make money, consume again, the Sun and the moon flow, tired, quarrel with husband, angry with students, we desperately ask for from this world, no matter how much it gives us, we all complain that it is stingy. But I don’t know that we have been gently loved by this world, which gives us youth, dreams, love and hope. I hope that after years, my heart is still soft, and I will still feel pain all the time and shed tears at any time. No matter it is cloudy, Sunny, rainy or snowy, I can smile when I recall it. Because I come from accident, it is a beautiful encounter to fall in love with the world. It has made me love gently. In return, I will walk earnestly and live calmly. 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…

Heart

I have been to Tibet more than ten years ago. The scenery I saw and the feelings I experienced during this period are Still Unforgettable. For me, this is a journey, and it is also a grazing of my soul in the pure land. I have heard for a long time that Tibet is a holy and pure land, and my heart is heading towards it. I was lucky to have a chance to travel to Tibet when I was young. The excitement and excitement in my heart were hard to express, and I completely forgot the potential danger of plateau hypoxia during this trip, I couldn’t wait to start the online search, looking at maps, checking routes, asking about features, and looking for scenic spots. I was very busy. In the south, it was still a warm winter day. With the sunshine of Hexi, we took a tourist bus and started an exciting journey. From Ludao Xiamen to Chengdu, Sichuan, I spent a short leisure time before entering Tibet in this leisure city. I also saw Chengdu citizens, including a teapot, a bird cage, a city, A scenery of singing and dancing. The plane left the ground and broke through the clouds. Under the blue sky, I saw the floating clouds fluttering and the mountains flowing. It was very uncomfortable. With the shaking of the fuselage, I seemed to gradually feel that, the airflow over Tibet passed by, and the air was filled with the smell of Tibetan soil. The accompanying tour guide told us that the climate and environment in Tibet were quite harsh, and there had been a situation that forced the plane to return before. However, this trip was lucky, and our plane would arrive at the destination smoothly soon. Hearing this, everyone breathed a long sigh of relief, glad that this trip had a good start. The plane landed at Gongga Airport in Lhasa, Tibet. Although we were in a happy mood, we still walked cautiously for fear that if we walked one step faster, it would cause altitude sickness. Walking out of the airport hall and looking around, white clouds and rolling mountains were floating in the blue sky. Under the sunshine, white and pale yellow, on the vast land, in addition to the buildings of the airport, you can’t see high-rise buildings around, which makes people feel fresh and quiet. The traveling team took a bus and rushed to Shigatse without stopping. On the way, I gradually felt that the air was getting thinner and thinner, and my head was getting heavier. It was already afternoon when I arrived at the destination. I was already hungry, and with my brain swelling, I chewed the half-cooked noodles in my mouth, but my head seemed to explode. Every time I chewed, the brain is like a strong pulse shaking, painful. In my impression, Shigatse is like a quiet town. The sky in the distance is still blue, the light snow covers the pale yellow mountain, and the residential buildings on the street, it shows the unique elegant demeanour of Tibetan culture. Walking on the street, it seems to hear the bell from the temple in the distance lingering around my ears. We hurried to stay in the hotel in the aid Building. Regardless of the tired journey, we went straight to tashilunbu Temple in Xi temple of panchan irdeni, although it was a short journey and a small steep slope, it was so difficult to walk, with dizziness and light steps, to reach this prestigious temple. Looking up at the temple makes me sigh sincerely: where is this temple, it is clearly a city. Built against the high mountains, the temples are adjacent and overlapping. The buildings with golden roofs and red walls seem so magnificent and magnificent, and have a sense of historical significance. I couldn’t take care of my physical discomfort. I stepped on the road paved by bluestone and began to shuttle between the palaces. I stopped to watch the people passing around the White Tower, shaking the prayer wheel in my hand and keeping pious and silent in my mouth, the expression is very peaceful and indifferent. The chanting of monks in the temple was incessant, and believers worshiped. Along the direction of the rising purple smoke of incense burner, through the golden roof, several idle clouds floated in the blue sky. This scene reminds me of the classic of “that life” written by Cangyang jiatuo: On that day, I closed my eyes in the incense mist of the sutra hall and suddenly heard the truth of your chanting; That January, I shook all the scriptures, not for overstepping, but for touching your fingertips; In that year, I kowtowed on the mountain road, not for audience, but for sticking to your warmth; In that life, I turn the mountain to the water to the pagoda, not for reincarnation, but for meeting you on the way. Therefore, I hope that in the following journey, I can meet the devout Tibetan Buddhism believers who come from all over the Tibetan areas three steps and one bow, kowtowing with their long heads creeping. On the way to yangzhuoyong Lake, there are yellow mountains and winding mountain roads everywhere, but it is hard to see a city. Even the village is very rare, just in this seemingly deserted place, I was honored to witness the legendary piety. Stepping into the viewing point of yangzhuoyong Lake, a picture of water and sky came into view. The clean blue made people unable to distinguish where is the sky and where is the lake surface? In the middle is a circle of pale yellow mountains, and there is light snow-white on the distant top of the mountain. The quiet lake water gently ripples in the breeze, and a few cows are walking leisurely on the lake, these scenes have a kind of tranquility far away from the world, a kind of state of mind returning to simplicity, which makes the soul extremely calm and indifferent. Back to Lhasa, back to the Potala Palace with the song “back to Lhasa”, we finally came to the world-famous Potala Palace. It is said that this is the nearest place to Heaven, which can make the soul comfortable. Looking at the temple standing on the Red Mountain with vigorous momentum and going straight into the sky, just like Guanyin Bodhisattva holding Jade bottles and willow branches, pointing to all living beings in the world, I sighed sincerely: Tibet, what a magical Buddhist shrine! Watching the vivid mural characters in the temple is just like seeing the eyes full of soul and insight into the truth, goodness and beauty in the world. Looking at the amiable Buddha statue on the palace hall, sucking the ghee fragrance in the air, listening to the pure Sanskrit of monks, it seems that they have received a baptism of soul. At this moment, the verses of Cangyang jiatuo came to my mind again: living in the Potala Palace, I am the king with the largest snow field. Wandering on the streets of Lhasa, I am the most beautiful lover in the world. What a pure expression it is. Climbing the pass of La Mountain, there were still blue sky and white clouds on the top of the head, and the mountain was covered with snow everywhere, but we didn’t feel any chill. Standing on the pass, we felt the freedom of colorful prayer flags blown by the wind, feel the joy that the soul is close to heaven. Namtso Lake has gradually approached. The boundless blue lake is like a huge Precious mirror inlaid on the broad grassland. The winding Nianqing Tanggula snow mountain tightly holds her in her arms, just like the ancient myths and legends of Tibet, he (she) is the most eye-catching holy mountain and lake in Tibet, and the lovers of life and death. Nianqing Tanggula mountain is more handsome and straight because of the foil of Namtso Lake, namtso Lake is more and more beautiful and moving because of the reflection of the Tanggula Mountain in Nianqing. Feeling the fusion of blue sky and white clouds and snow mountains and holy water, listening to the wavy Van Gogh flying outside the sky, holding a handful of cool and refreshing hands to clean the dust all the way, I have forgotten the noise and fierceness of the city, let your soul graze among the pure land. 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…

Sucking

There had never been such a strong desire, crazy and desperately trying to catch any foreign object that could be attached to, but there were still just a sparse crowd on the 06:45 Beijing subway. The heavy backpack on my shoulder at ordinary times has been torn by me and dropped in a corner. I barely grasped the lever for passengers to hold firmly during the emergency braking in the middle of the subway, I didn’t dare to think how fragile and embarrassed I was at this time. I couldn’t help soaking the white shirt in the cotton-padded coat unconsciously with the cold sweat. Every second spent at this moment is longer than any other time. Habitually, after the alarm clock rang at 06:30 in the morning, he climbed up from the bed leisurely and calmly. After being convenient to go to the toilet, he flushed the toilet, and then he recovered and began to simply wash and tidy, lock the house which is not very big but comfortable to live in, carry the heavy backpack and walk straight towards the subway station. At this time, the sky was not as bright as imagined, and the dark sky appeared a little bright under the frequent flashing of the strong light of the street lamp. The angry wind is still roaring unscrupulously. The weak hands, bare ears, warm face, high-rise nose and chapped lips all complain about this ruthless east wind. After security check, he swiped his card to enter the station and came to the subway station to wait for the subway bus which was about to arrive. Although there was a time interval of five or six minutes, he had already been accustomed to such boring waiting. It is indeed not a short distance from Life Science Park subway station to Jianguomen subway station, so I had to set out one and a half hours in advance. It is so natural to successfully take the subway heading for Xierqi, I even began to arrange what I would like to do today without thinking, which restaurant to eat lunch in, when to finish my work and get off work, but all of these seemed like a lifetime. Maybe the backpack on my shoulder is too heavy. Except for two company service lists that I usually need, only the Lenovo notebook and adapter that accompanied me for four years in college are left in the backpack, there should be another piece of mobile charger for emergency needs. At this time, I felt more and more that the backpack was so heavy that I couldn’t breathe, so I put the heavy backpack decisively in the corner of the train carriage where I was standing. Inexplicably, this uncomfortable feeling of out of breath still exists and becomes more and more serious, with the bursts of vomiting, the cold sweat on my body began to soak up the white shirt in my cotton-padded coat when my slow intuition came. The feeling of itchy people’s breath is naturally uncomfortable, and the feeling of out of breath is even more unbearable, in my mind, I can clearly and subconsciously predict what will happen next second to a large extent. My stumbling face should be extremely pale at this moment, the endless cold sweat, the unspeakable fear in my eyes, tried my best to seek a word of help, but even I couldn’t hear the faint voice clearly, let alone in this noisy subway car. Just one second before I subconsciously sensed that I was about to faint on the ground the next second, I used all my strength to rush to the nearest iron handrail set up in the subway carriage and firmly grasped it, in the next second, I had no consciousness, but with the desire to survive firmly holding the iron handrail, I still had that little feeling, I couldn’t remember clearly whether every second after that was suffering or relief for me. The distance from Life Science Park station to Xierqi subway station is just six or seven minutes longer than ever. I don’t know how long after all, I gradually began to have some intuition in the noisy and complicated external noise, the fresh air coming from the surging crowd subconsciously made me realize that the subway station of Xierqi still arrived. Stumbling, I dragged my tired body and walked out of the carriage with a heavy backpack, breathing the fresh and smooth air as much as you can, just like a newborn baby sucking mother’s milk. I have never suspected that I will have symptoms of hypoglycemia on myself, which may be caused by severe hypoxia. The symptoms of hypoglycemia are basically divided into two categories according to the crowd in medicine. The lean people do not reserve enough organic substances such as fat and protein in their bodies, when the index of blood glucose in the body drops below 80mg/L, timely supplement oral glucose or chocolate and other foods rich in blood glucose can slightly ease normal; for the overweight people, there are enough organic substances such as fat and protein stored in the body. Even if the blood glucose index in the body drops below 80mg/L, it can decompose fat through the most instinctive aerobic respiration of human beings, protein and other organic substances to buffer the symptoms of insufficient blood sugar, of course, the fastest and effective way is to take oral glucose, chocolate and other foods that are easy to decompose into blood sugar. As an adult, he went to cross the mountain with a good mood. The bumpy Labor all the way was only for the success of reaching the top of the mountain, an accidental omission makes me suddenly look back and realize that the meaning of life is not only for struggle, but also the carrier to maintain vitality, the external environment and the relief on the level of chasing soul are also not necessarily independent of the rules that all things should respect. If facing the sea, the life of blooming flowers in spring can be detached from the world, then why does it still exist to feed horses and firewood to travel around the world and care about food and vegetables to build houses and live in. Close to the melody of life, embrace the arms of nature, suck the fresh and refined life atmosphere, and choose green and healthy ingredients to cook the ordinary taste, use the strongest body to tell everyone around you that you can take good care of yourself in the most primitive and instinctive way. I tasted a cup of fragrant tea and light tea, and chatted with myself for several times. Four or five people sat around and drank freely, and mentioned children’s interesting stories again. Lying quietly in the sleeping chair under the warm sunshine, the gentle spring breeze floating like playing, my slightly long hair rolling and dozing like a cat from time to time, suck the precious gift of nature silently. 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…

Heart Rain

People who have been in Guangzhou for a long time should have a special feeling for rain, and I, one of these people, turned around and looked out of the window to see more and more light rain. I think so. I have never been a ruthless person, but it is rare for me to be sentimental. I always thought that the wind and rain in the nature had its own meaning of survival, so I wouldn’t turn a deaf ear to it, and I didn’t have to eulogize it too much. Today’s light rain took away my God and my soul. Looking at him in this way, he weaved in the air incisively and vividly, one thread after another, as if my thoughts were also pulled out, and walked away with his beating, everything, everyone and every scene flashed quickly and clearly in his mind. However, at that moment, these thousands of thoughts seemed not to be connected. They were parallel downward and went hand in hand, without interweaving obstacles. All of a sudden, a breeze blew in, like a gentle hand pushing the door curtain, lifting the light rain, suddenly hitting all the glass, dragging me back to the world from the dull drift, this ever-changing world makes me tired of dealing with the ever-growing and mature world of hate and love. Just two days ago, looking at the gloomy sky, I longed for the arrival of a heavy rain, which could stir up the dirty air, wash away the dust and make the world in front of me more thorough. Yes, at that evening, I experienced almost the most painful blow in my young life so far. If people have ten levels of tolerance for sadness, then apart from the tenth level blow of the death of their relatives, this event is counted as the 9th magnitude earthquake in my heart which is not fully mature. Now that I have calmed down, it’s hard for me to be ashamed to describe every detail of my experience, although I didn’t do anything to hurt others, but the doubt and incomprehension of my suspicion of plagiarism really made me feel wronged for a long time. I cried all night and tried hard to recall where I didn’t do well, so that in the two days after I figured it out, the usual words of others would touch my defense line, and I had to borrow the reason of going to the toilet, wash away the burst of tears like torrents over and over again, then spend a long time to tidy up the mood, until the eyes and nose are no longer red and swollen, and then walk into the office as if nothing happens. The rain outside the window seemed to be devils, riding on the wings of the strong wind, rushing wantonly on the window, as if to break away from something, but taking advantage of this force to swear something proudly. Looking at it, the buildings outside the window gradually faded away, which made me confused whether I am was in a warm home or an office in Guangzhou. The vague sight made me have time to think. I don’t think there are many people who have such experience, so it is more difficult to understand. Fortunately, when I was trapped in sadness and depression and couldn’t help myself, the only little reason left reminded me that in “if give me three days of light, miss Helen Keller seems to have experienced similar things. So I read this book again, and soon found that story. I looked at it word by word and found that every word was written in my heart. I marked the passage in red, which was a passage of Mr. Stevenson. He said that the beginner of writing usually instinctively imitated the works he admired most, then transform it with an amazing force of change. Even a great writer has to go through years of practice to control all the fields that are congested in the ideological path. Although my business does not involve writing, it seems to be much more serious in scientific research articles, and I take it particularly seriously, always associate academic morality with personality and humanity inadvertently. Maybe from this aspect, even though I didn’t dare to step half a step into the Thunder pool, a little involvement would make my heart unable to forgive myself, let alone being misunderstood. The pain and grievance brought to me is unimaginable. Miss Helen Keller experienced this at her young age, which would be a bigger blow than that. Fortunately, when she talked about this later, she thought that the younger age was easy to divert her attention, thus forgetting these unhappy things. Another paragraph I marked red was mentioned by Miss Helen Keller, although I might be such a person (if a person was born without creative talent, then he could never create anything in his life. (Stevenson)), but I still hope that one day, my clumsy writing can make progress and fully express my thoughts and experiences. It was with this hope and belief that I made unremitting efforts to overcome the pain brought by the “Frost King” incident. This moved me very much. During the time when I didn’t know who to tell me about this depression, her words seemed to be the comfort of a close friend who put herself in the position, and also like the most earnest encouragement of an elder, no passion, no empty talk, no hypocrisy. I read this passage over and over again for more than ten times, reading word by word until tears filled my eyes. I hope that one day I can express my thoughts freely and no longer be judged as plagiarism by anyone in any form. One day, I will respect the world like Miss Helen Keller. When I talk about the past again, I can express my gratitude and growth plainly. I look forward to this day. The sudden rain did not reduce the pace, but the wind stopped helping. Without the stirring of the wind, the momentum of the rain also faded down. The window glass was knocked softly, and a few drops of rain converged into a river with its own curve, which slipped quietly in my heart. The rain seems a little small. I don’t know who’s saying, let me return to this world again. The diffused water vapor gradually dispersed, and the tall buildings standing on the opposite became clear layer by layer, one after another. The rain is too small. I stood up and walked to the windowsill at the end of the corridor. Because of the wind direction, only a little rain beads were left on the glass, and they were their own camps. No one had to rely on other raindrops to flow down the waterway. It had its own value. Looking carefully, I found that there was a landscape on every drop of rain, and this landscape was exactly the tall building opposite. Nature will always surprise you. Through the refraction of raindrops, the upper, lower, left and right sides of the building were upside down. The pedestrians on the upper left walked upside down in the lower right corner, the attic on the upper right stood quietly in the lower left corner, and the clear blue sky scattered by dark clouds cleared up, the sky is dotted with rain trees beside the roads in residential areas. Surprisingly, I moved up and down to a drop of rain water, and the world in the rain also flashed. Just like the film of old movies, sliding from left to right is a story of a city. I really saw a complete world. Looking at other raindrops, it is also the same. Take a step back and move up, down, left and right. All the worlds in the raindrops slide with each other, and the scenes in the memory that have been forgotten for a long time also flash with each other. I shook my head back and forth and felt dizzy before I stopped, making myself giggle. After laughing for a while, I felt boring and stared blankly at the rain falling on the windowsill. The rain was no longer enough, and the accumulated rainwater on the roof was still falling down from several floors to the edge of the windowsill bit by bit. Every two seconds, I watched it fall down, snapped, and split into many small water droplets at the moment of hitting the windowsill, bouncing in all directions, it seems that every drop of water has its own life, just like the fireworks and buds blooming in the night sky, but it is purer, more elegant and more touching than that. One Drop, two drops, three drops I followed its rhythm, just like I fell, hit and bloomed like it. It seemed that I was divided into countless ego at the moment of collision. Each part was an independent individual, so gorgeous and pure. When the next drop of rain fell, it finally condensed into a unique me. When I slowly came back to my mind, I found that the paint on the cement windowsill had disappeared, and even the cement table was eroded downward. Is constant dripping wears away? I asked myself. This water drops in this city of reinforced concrete in also does not change nature, 1.1 drops do your own thing, silently efforts, hot-dogging. The light refracted by the water drops shot into my face and eyes. Looking up, the Sun had penetrated out of the clouds. When I opened the window, the fresh air after the rain made me excited. The rain beads on the green trees downstairs were shining under the refraction of sunshine, and the whole Guangzhou City became bright and pure, the impurities in my heart were also spotless by this incisively and vividly heart rain. The rainbow after the rain is so 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…

Don’t

In the evening, I received a call from a male classmate and even a colleague and friend. He hurried to his side. Listen to what he said in silence. He said that the welfare house of the unit was about to be built, and the list of the row houses extended from one end to the other. The names of many people were crowded with white paper and black words. He said: I have to pay the money tomorrow, and this is just to pay 100 thousand yuan in advance. The later payment will come down like snowflakes. But he said more sorrowful: he didn’t have so much money on hand. I borrowed money from the east to the West, but only borrowed 80,000 yuan. He asked me if I could lend him the rest of the money. So I lowered my head and thought for a while, comparing and measuring my current situation and actual situation. I found that my helplessness indeed existed. As early as when I was facing my child’s junior high school entrance, I threw my savings like water to each tutorial class. Two thousand today, five thousand tomorrow. I have already spent all my meager salary. Therefore, I looked at him with headache and said reluctantly: I have no money! Looking at his desperate eyes. My heart is also painful and uneasy. I asked him curiously: Didn’t you save some money at ordinary times? He said painfully that my wife had never worked before, and now she found a job at the counter of the supermarket. The money I earned in the past was spent on the children in my family to go to school and home, and I could not save much money. Moreover, the daughter-in-law spent a lot of money on daily life, which had already made this house empty. I asked him strangely: How did you spend your money on big hands? My friend actually said that buying some bowls and chopsticks in the shop would cost nothing. He said that his wife didn’t go to her mother’s home to find a way to borrow it, so she unexpectedly put such a big thing aside and ignored it. He also said that if the House could not be bought, he would not continue the marriage any more. He even talked about divorce. But if there is no effort to find a way, what is the use of so many complaints? I left from my male classmate, and I felt really uncomfortable. When there is no house, everyone looks forward to the opportunity of buying a house like stars and moon. But the real opportunity came, but he found that he had no money in his hands. It was such a mess that I smeared my life into a gloomy color. I am depressed, just want to find a friend to explain. So, I called my friend. On the phone, I told her what happened just now. She listened quietly, and then told me that I couldn’t help my colleagues, but I just wrote an article. At the end, my conclusion was: Don’t worry about the ambiguous future! So I give it to you, hoping to comfort you! I listened gently and found that my recent life was quite awkward. If the work is not going well, the child is worried about entering a higher school. I couldn’t breathe as if I was pressed like mountains. After I heard about the hardship of my male classmate, I unexpectedly made my mood worse instantly. Maybe I just felt that my strength was weak, and I was helplessly frustrated when I saw the pain spread like a flood. There is another kind, from the withered leaves, I seem to see the bleak of the whole autumn. From the falling of a snowflake, I can see the cold of the whole winter. My feeling swallowed me like this, which made my cold stand out so sharply. So I asked my friend again and said, “Can you show me the end of your article? Friends, okay! So I got the words at the end of her article: Don’t worry about the unclear future, but work hard for the clear present! 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…

Father

After thinking for a long time, I wanted to write another article about bamboo, but I didn’t know how to write it, so I decided to search the prose about bamboo on the Internet and click the search content, “Random Thoughts of bamboo inside and outside the wall” popped up on the website. I looked carefully and found that it was actually the text written by myself. The world was full of beautiful memories of encounters. Because of the working environment, the bamboo outside the window is always close at hand. Now, dancing in the wind, jiongna is colorful and green. In May, the curved Hsinchu, however, was like a girl with tender feelings and water, showing all kinds of tenderness, tranquility and elegance; The verdant and straight old bamboo, like a wise elder, was neither grandstanding nor overbearing, open-minded, unadorned, soft and unyielding. If I have planted bamboo myself, maybe some people don’t believe it, but it is true. More than twenty years ago, the bamboo that went down with his old father had already become a forest. I heard from my brother that the bamboo forest was green, straight and tough, which was his main source of income. When I went home to sweep the tomb on Tomb Sweeping Day this year, the bamboo shoots that my brother brought to me could be judged to be strong and robust. What made me a little regretful was that I didn’t go to Maozhu mountain which was far away from home to appreciate her elegant demean. Because this year’s Tomb-Sweeping Day weather is surprisingly abnormal, and the temperature reaches a hot level. Near noon, it makes people feel suffocated on the mountain. In addition, the graves of relatives are overgrown with weeds. When weeding, I almost tried all my strength. Under the sun exposure, I felt a slight heatstroke. In desperation, I went home in advance. Seeing my collusion, my old father bantered: even if I go now, I won’t be able to stand the trouble like you. I hurried to dissuade him: you are sick, so you don’t have to try to be brave in such a hot weather! Bamboo is so tough (in our local words, it means tenacious), how can we be better than her? My father said a little unconvinced. Then my father smiled gently and said, “there is a bamboo beside a tomb in the afternoon. You can go and have a look at it. It was the bamboo that I got from the middle school more than a decade ago. Now it has become a forest. Please help me to have a look. Upon hearing my father’s saying that there was bamboo beside the tomb to be worshiped in the afternoon, I was shocked. After having lunch in a hurry, I went up the mountain. When I arrived at the cemetery, I saw bamboo shining with green pine and fir, there are almost no weeds beside the tomb. It is very easy to sweep the tomb. Under the green shade, there is a gloomy feeling, but I don’t feel horrible. It is the power of family affection, or the strong spirit of bamboo and pine inspired me? Perhaps both. Standing in the hilly area, I sighed with emotion and insisted that the Green Mountains would not relax, and the roots were originally in the broken rocks. It is still hard to work through thousands of blows, and the wind is north, southwest and east. Write down the unyielding spiritual quality of bamboo incisively and vividly. Bamboo grows silently in barren mountains and wild ridges. No matter it is the peak Ridge or the ditch, she can survive tenaciously in adversity with perseverance. Liguan was originally in the broken rock, but most of the moso bamboos I saw were in the hilly areas. Moreover, I found that the moso bamboos growing in the rocks were generally not as sturdy as the yellow mud soil, it seems that to reach the agreement between the conception of poetry and reality leaves us space for thinking. When I got home, my father lay quietly on the chair to rest. I put down the hoe gently for fear of affecting his old man’s rest. However, when I passed by the chair, my father still asked;: does the bamboo shoot beside the tomb grow well? Some of them have grown to the graves of graves, but I have handled them all. I replied in a. This good! But from now on, you will go home to sweep the tomb, because now there is also a holiday on Tomb Sweeping Day. Maybe you will sweep another tomb later, my father said softly. What are you talking about? Your task now is to have a good rest! I try to tell word. I gradually pondered the meaning of my father’s words and savored his life carefully. Now, I am still calm when facing illness. As a member of the most common communist party member in the countryside, there is nothing vigorous, the magnificent life resume is like a bamboo growing quietly in the deep mountains and forests, plain but without any extravagant demands. Maybe among the literati, bamboo does not bloom, is light and elegant, and is spotless. She does not want to be gorgeous, and does not want the character of natural nature of undeserved reputation. He can’t sum up. However, the reason why my father lived in the hospital in September (he still braved the hot heat to open the way for the villagers when others were resting, and there was a custom of opening the way in the countryside.), And what he said, how many years can I drive for the villagers? How powerful he was, he interpreted the demeanour and principles of being a man like bamboo with his long life. Thinking of the principle of the bamboo effect, for thousands of years, the bamboo’s elegant character and image have become a teacher and admirable. She always insisted on the Green Mountain, devoted herself to it, without complaint or regret. What is the bamboo in my father’s heart like? It’s going to be a holiday. I ‘d better ask him face to face when I go home! At the same time, I wish my father health and happiness from afar! 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