Mother

Although my mother is illiterate, I think she is an artist, at least in my eyes. When I was young, the living conditions in rural areas were not very good, but my ingenious mother always tried to deal with it. She managed the dressing and eating of the whole family, which was quite reasonable. In my impression, as for the main pasta alone, my mother would have many kinds of patterns, such as Rolls, steamed buns, steamed buns, steamed buns, steamed buns, fried pancakes, boiled buns, vegetable nests, Leek stacks, sugar bags, steamed stuffed buns, vegetable horns, bean paste bags, jujube cakes, and pancakes are various. Nowadays, the food on the table is relatively simple, basically buying steamed buns on the street, nothing more than Rolls, steamed buns, or sesame cakes and burning. I remember that at that time, steamed buns were divided into good flour buns and miscellaneous flour buns. Good flour buns are seldom eaten, but during the Spring Festival, we usually eat mixed flour buns, most of which are corn flour mixed with good flour. It tastes a little sweet, and sometimes it is mixed with sorghum flour to make steamed buns, my father is called Huali Tiger. Some people eat pure corn flour bun, golden and golden. It’s OK to eat it once in a while, and it’s a little prickly to the throat after eating too much. The corn flour pot cake just out of the pot is delicious and delicious. When making steamed buns, my mother sometimes used noodles to make small animals such as swallows and hedgehog to coax us. Of course, it’s very simple. When the bun was almost finished, mother pulled a piece of dough, rubbed a strip on the board with both hands, then tied a knot, and pinched the head and mouth of the swallow with one hand, the other end is flattened with a knife, and the stripes are cut out, which can be regarded as the tail of the swallow. Finally, I picked two mung beans and pressed them into the head of the swallow as my eyes, so a swallow was made. When the steamed bun was finished, mother lifted the lid of the pot, and took out the swallow carefully. Ah, a white, steaming Swallow was presented in front of her, and she was really reluctant to eat it. Now the living conditions are good, so I don’t want to make mixed noodles. My mother’s needlework was also quite good. I remembered that at that time there was a needlework basket made of wicker, round, full of needlework and a small baggage, which was also my mother’s treasure, it’s just that there is nothing valuable inside, and it’s just some nice cloth for the lower legs. There was a large copper coin as a button in the package, which seemed to be Daoguang Tongbao with a diameter of about 4cm. Now I don’t know where to go, but I still have a fresh memory. Every time the neighbors got married with a wife and a daughter to cover the quilt, mother was indispensable. Everyone praised her good needlework and quick work. Later, my family bought a big bridge sewing machine. The old family called the clothes smashing machine, and my mother was even more powerful. As soon as she had spare time, her mother started to be busy with sewing machines, helping her family and neighbors. When I was young, the clothes we wore were all from my mother’s hardworking hands. Whether it was cotton-padded clothes, shoes, hats, socks, insoles, the size and style were all very suitable, we didn’t know how illiterate mothers learned it, which made us sigh. I remembered that my mother could make cotton shoes and tiger boots. At that time, I didn’t miss wearing cloth shoes made by my mother. My mother often said: wear cloth shoes to raise my feet. After arriving in junior high school, I seldom wear it because of good talk. Last year, in a thick book at home, I saw the shoes my mother used, including flat shoes, cotton shoes, Tiger boots and so on, as well as embroidered decorations. Every winter break, my mother never forgets my uncle in Cao County and makes a few pairs of cloth shoes for him. Actually, it’s nothing, just a kind of intention. A few years later, when I was fashionable to wear sweaters, my mother soon learned to knit sweaters, including woolen pants, woolen gloves, woolen socks, woolen hats and neckerchief, all of which were exquisite, so that the neighbors came to ask for the patterns and styles of sweaters. It can be said that it was my mother who used her hands to drive away the cold for us in those years. Father often told us that your mother was not simple, although she had never attended school. As for the cut cloth head, my mother was reluctant to discard it. She often sat on the sewing machine and made insoles carefully, TV covers, pillowcases and chair cushions. That is to say, after half a day, insoles, pillowcases and seat cushions with exquisite patterns and bright colors appeared in front of us like mother’s tricks. I think these works of my mother are very decorative, expressive, strong visual impact, and may also be the talent of a mother with unique aesthetic. When carrying the beautiful schoolbag that my mother sewed for us, I felt a kind of unspeakable happiness in my heart. I had a high rate of returning to school. Until now, the mother who wears the reading glasses will still make all kinds of insoles for us. There are wired hooks, embroidery and broken steps, which are simply rare artworks. When I was a child, I saw my mother had an operation on the chicken. One day, the careful mother found that the hen who could work was a little abnormal, and she felt dizzy when walking. She suspected that it had taken medicine by mistake outside. If it was not treated, she might die, mother a little painful. So I was asked to catch the sick chicken and bring it over. She found the blade used by her father to shave, pulled out the feather under the chicken neck and cut the chicken crop of the hen. As expected, there are undigested poisonous wheat grains in it. Take it out carefully, rinse it clean, sew the knife edge with needlework, and finally scatter some grass ash on the wound, then the operation is done. Not to mention, two days later, the chicken regained its vitality and began to lay an egg one day. At that time, I thought my mother was really good, a bit like a magical doctor, although it was a hen that saved the life. In my impression, my mother used sorghum straw to make pot beats (pot lid, dumpling drying and so on), which was indispensable in rural families at that time. She could make a beautiful feather duster from the feather she saved when killing chickens, which was no different from the feather sold on the street. My mother is also good at Pickles of various kinds, such as soy beans, tangsuan, dried turnips, salted eggs, pickled cucumbers, Potato Heads, tofu milk and so on. She has a wide variety of names, which adds a lot of flavor to the poor life in the past. Of course, when we were young, we played sandbags and shuttlecock, and mother took time to meet our small needs, which was economical and durable. When I was in junior high school, I liked running in the morning, and my mother even sewed a pair of sandbags on the leggings specially for me. To be honest, what was heavy was not only sandbags, but also mother’s care for her children. My mother was such a person. Although she was ordinary, she was willing to do it, loved learning, and was diligent and thrifty. Of course, I am also a teacher and an example in my life. Although I can’t learn my mother’s craft, I have inherited my mother’s attitude towards life, that is, no matter how life is, I must live well, don’t evade, don’t flinch, dare to face. 2015.11.14 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…

Most is

When dealing with books, I almost became a drug addict of books. I have written an essay called “book Fool”, which describes my obsession with books and my obsession with books. Indeed, books are my best friends in my life. With books, my life will not be lonely. I usually work as a Chinese teacher in the graduating class and take charge of the head teacher. Time is as hard as a needle for me to find. Fortunately, at night, people fell asleep and nobody disturbed me, so I read books mostly in the dead of night. Only books is life. When I read a book, I could not sleep or eat, so I entered the artistic conception constructed by the words in the book. At night, it became the destination of my soul. Without the noise of the daytime, there were only the cool breeze, the sound of patter rain, sometimes the sound of frogs, or two or three barks, it is simply the beautiful music naturally endowed with excellent accompaniment for my reading. Sometimes, there was no sound at all, so quiet that I could only hear my heartbeat. I felt tired and my eyelids were tired, so I went to the yard to watch the moon and count the stars, look at the numerous black clouds. At night without the moon and stars, the sky is also beautiful, as deep as pictures that have been brewed for a long time, making my mind uncertain and enjoying endless lingering charm. Either I still held a cigarette, a small essay, or a poem, and started to have a pregnancy in my heart, and I was about to give birth like lightning. So he ran back to the cabin in three steps, fearing that his mind would suddenly interrupt. Reading at night, my heart can be expressed. Things in the daytime can be left behind for a while, accompanied by a cup of green tea, or turn on the recording, listen to a song “Two Springs Reflect the moon” or “pull the camel”, or “North Henan ballad”, or “House of Flying Daggers” or “horse racing”, or “listening Song”, constantly change the track. Sometimes the same piece of music is played repeatedly. In this state of mind, I don’t know whether I read books or I read books. It is also common for me to forget things. Somehow, I experienced the natural scenery of great rivers and mountains, accepted profound philosophical thoughts, experienced many joys and sorrows in the world, got to know many new things and comprehended the mood of writers and poets. Think about it. A night’s reading is sweeter than a dream. When you enter the book, you will be intoxicated in the realm of the book. Even if you have nothing to do with troubles and pains in life, you will be nothing but the words in the book and the realm of the book. Most of the time, I couldn’t come out once I got into the book. I didn’t realize that I read it all night until the sky turned white unconsciously. Unexpectedly, I started to work the next day without blinking my eyelids. In fact, most of the time, I fell asleep while reading, and I don’t know how I woke up. When I woke up, I found that I am lying with clothes. This time is also common. But once I entered the book again, I forgot myself again. So sometimes, on the one hand, something was cooked in the pot, on the other hand, it was immersed in books, so that the pot was burnt to pieces many times. Everything is inferior, only reading is high. My night is still mine. Every time night falls, I feel that I have a strong desire. A strong magnetic field gravitation attracts me. Books are all around! 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…

Spring

Spring is coming, and the spring color is also flooding! If spring is installed in people’s hearts, wouldn’t it be better! Then, people’s mood is as warm as spring, and life will also become happy! It is a pity that the mood in the past was so pale and desolate, just like the ice and snow in winter, which made people feel cold! Teach cooling! Now, finally, it is spring, the spring color touches the heart, and the mood gradually warms up —– in fact, the bitterness in life is like a cloud lingering in people’s hearts. As long as the clouds are clear, the sun is shining, and the mood is drying, life will be better. There was no warm sunshine in the past gloomy clouds. If there was light shining and colored dyeing, why worry about the bad life! Now, spring has come to us frequently. The spring breeze blows on our faces, and the spring scenery shines wildly. If it spreads to each of us, our mood will be warm and our mood will be happy. If you have a damp mind and bad thoughts and behaviors, you may as well let the sun shine and let the spring shine. Suddenly there will be a piece of spring green, vigorous and carefree. Your mind will be sunny, and your mind will grow a green shade. On the road of life, it will be rich and luxuriant, and fragrant! Spring is a bright season, and spring is even more drunk! Entering the spring is like entering a hundred gardens; Entering the bright spring weather is like opening a colorful Road. Let your mind open, relaxed and happy! Spring can not only dye your appearance, but also dye your heart, making your heart brighter! Make your heart better! Spring staining atrial! The mood not only grows green, but also always keeps a vigorous state of mind. From then on, the mood is no longer wet and moldy, but will become bright and passionate. Happy mood, sunny mood, life is obviously better. No longer feel cold, no longer indifferent. Gradually, people’s life will gradually extend, and even climax will appear on the road of life! Spring staining atrial! People also seem to be spirited and passionate. Worry no fighting? Why worry that there is no prosperous scene? As long as the heart is green, there will be abundant energy; As long as the mentality is sunny, there will be greater achievements; As long as the mood is dyed, colorful light will rush out, there will be spectacular situations in life! Spring color dyed atrium, may as well have a try! Don’t just let the spring shine to the earth. If it sprinkles on your heart and dazzles your mood, your heart will grow green shade. Only when there is green shade can there be the possibility of harvest; Only when there is green shade can there be green grass. Everyone wants to enrich their own life, and if they want to have a luxuriant tree, they have to plant a full seed in their hearts. Only in the next year can there be hope of flowering and fruiting. How can I gain without spring scenery? Let the spring color dye the heart, let the passion fly all over the sky. 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…

Streamer

Who has ever said that life is a pure white open space, and lonely people wander repeatedly. On this piece of pure white, I cried and laughed, and understood the so-called truth in the world little by little. When life finally went away with flashy, I finally got peace. If, there has never been me in this world. Then, what regret, what sadness. Life is a stumbling twist, and death is a tranquil star. Return to dust, rain and dew. There is no longer me in this world, but I am everywhere. Live thankfully. We come from accident. Life is the most precious gift. Love the person you love, treat everything gently, and don’t feel resentful and sad because of misfortune. No matter how dangerous the future is, we should stand still with a smile. Because of love, we should not be afraid. Welcome all arrangements without any complaints or sorrow, calm down. Such a life will be proud and honorable. So I decided to refuse the mess and all sadness. Although, I shed tears. That’s because of too much deep love. I to remember. I will forget. I want to wake up in your dream in a frozen morning. We are all angels who miss the world. Everything is beautiful, I am in the center. When I look at the world with a simple heart, there will be no so many troubles in the world. It turns out that life can be simple and happy like a cup of coffee. Sound, flowing outside the sky, coming with the moon, carrying the lotus-like clouds dancing lightly. The rushing stream flows away, leaving a light and bright wisdom. The stream is beside the ears, touching the long lost love and the long lost sweetness. It turns out that I am a blue at the bottom of the valley, hiding all the beauty deeply, only giving this world such a cold blue, quiet, no sound, sleeping in loneliness for hundreds of millions of spring and autumn. In fact, what is needed is just a voice, a voice enough to wake me up. A faint memory cannot support a last heart. Fortunately, there was also the sound of flying in the dusk of childhood. However, the harder you think, the more you get nothing. Only then did I find that the sound of being trapped in the time is the most fascinating. Born, it was such an emotional sound. Romantic and touching words, which are shallow and circuitous in the bottom of my heart, seem to be touchless. It seems to be a kind of extravagant hope, a kind of illusion in ordinary life. Romantic, seems too far away. Too far. Romance may not be too far away. Romance may be just a grass sprouted in spring, a firefly flying all over the sky beside the water in summer night, and a silk scarf floating in the wind on the girl’s neck in late autumn, it’s just the white breath that children spit to the sky in winter. All plots can be attributed to romance. But my steps were too hurried, my eyes were too numb, and I missed it. So, learn to walk meticulously. Because, romance flashes, only in a flash. The past time was flashing bit by bit, thin and bright, dancing in the blue one after another, with a little gratitude and joy, a little confusion and melancholy. After a sound, a sound, all the songs were sung leisurely, as if there was no end, either slender or passionate. I still sang my own songs over and over again, in those days when the wind suddenly rose one by one. Light melancholy, shallow sentimental, everything is so long passing by inadvertently. Like a boat, a sail. With silence in the loneliness, the light passed away and drifted away at any time. The ancient rhythm came from the ears. The reeds were gray and the White Dew was Frost. The so-called Yiren thought that everything in the world was wise on the water side. Only we can’t understand all kinds of mysteries in the world. We are always worried and sad. When the World Turns from prosperity to peace, when the gray shadow of time stretches inch by inch on the wall, there is no need to cry. Even though everything seems calm and permanent, it is short and changeable in fact. The greatest happiness is that you can walk into the depth of every inch of time to experience the deepest touching. Don’t say this is the feeling of romantic flowers and snow moon, but I can’t turn a blind eye to beauty, I am indulged in it, with a smile on the corners of my mouth. In this way, it is life. Therefore, we often look at the gray and blue sky, thinking about all happiness without loneliness. We need to endure loneliness and see through desolation. Postscript: Alliswell. In the new semester, be tolerant and free. At the beginning of the two words, you will live up to your youth. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Essays

After working freely for several months, I had to go back home to rest. Sometimes, when thinking about it, I felt really heavy and irritable, so I was not willing to pull down some messy things. In recent days, I always want to calm down and concentrate on sorting out something that belongs to my own feeling of life, and publish a decent collection of works, in order to comfort and comfort myself, the heart which has been hurt by work and life. The reason why I want to publish a book is that I hope that some relatives, friends, colleagues and readers can see, think and dissect some people who live at the bottom of the society through the words I have written. They are contradictory and confused, how on earth does the nobody with dim life work and live. To be honest, after reading these words I wrote, people can involuntarily ponder over their own work and life and add some color to their lives, I was satisfied. As for other things, I didn’t think about it carefully. My work and life are actually quite simple. In addition, my mind is transparent and my thoughts are pure. I can’t figure out any profound and complicated problems and some utilitarian problems in the real society, I can’t figure out those mysterious and affordable things in real life, so I can’t write any good works with special social value and life significance. One night last spring, Mr. Huade Min, a writer from the Provincial Writers Association, and I drank idle wine and talked about the mountain in a hotel, he learned from his mouth that Mr. Lu Yan, the writer of Chinese Writers Association, was going to organize a series of Qilu writers. At that time, my heart moved and thought, why didn’t I take this opportunity to join in the fun with them and publish another book to fulfill my wish. This opportunity is really very good for me, but it is false to be honest and not guilty. After that, I was thinking in my mind that if the artistic quality of their series of books was influenced by my own book, I would be sorry for both my friends and readers, in the future, I may not dare to write anything more. This good thing may also become a great regret in my life. I was originally a loquacious Zhang Damin who lived at the bottom of the society. Where can my life level, ideological level and writing level be high! Can loquacious words have some literary and artistic meanings? Can some readers be poor? I have no idea at all. My book was originally intended to invite Mr. Huade min or some writer friend to write a wonderful preface, but I always felt it was not so good after reading these articles repeatedly these days, I can’t go to the elegant hall, and I really don’t have the courage to ask any friend for help. Even so, the heart is unwilling, and I always feel that this society is not only a society belonging to those celebrities. Zhang Damin who was loquacious also had his own life spirit and living method, and no one had the right to prevent him from telling the truth in his heart. Therefore, the matter of deciding to publish this original essay essay booklet also had some prospects. A few days ago, Mr. Lu Yan called me and said that he had reviewed the collected works and felt good. The literary series were about to be typesetting, let me send the money and manuscripts of the book to Mr. Huade Min as soon as possible. Money is not a problem. But these articles are so vulgar that there is no time to modify them. What can I do! There was no chance to get a book. That morning, I learned that in order to welcome the fifth anniversary of Jiangshan literature, Jiangshan literature website cooperated with its partner yinyuan.com to print a personalized book for the authors who signed contracts with Jiangshan literature website for free. I thought in my heart that there would be plenty of opportunities after publishing books at my own expense. Let’s get a free book for fun first. There is no preface in the essay collection of my essay “pondering”. I always feel that there are some shortcomings in my heart. I can’t eat well and sleep well for several days in a row, I always think about how to write a preface in my mind. Since I am embarrassed to ask others to write the preface for this book, then just hurry up and make up the preface for this book. Speaking of wind, it is a fire. That morning, I sat on the boss’s chair in the office and thought about it with my eyes closed. Then I couldn’t wait to walk to the computer and sat down immediately. I started the computer and knocked here in a rage, run out of ideas. This can be done? Suddenly, I remembered a passage written by Mr. Liang Xiaosheng to appreciate Zhao Zhongxiang’s article. In my opinion, to know a person’s reliable way, it is better to read the articles that record their own growth experiences and express their feelings, feelings and various emotions about the world and life. At this point, there is still a certain basis for the sentence of writing to people. People can whitewash themselves and pack themselves in their novels, but essays, essays and miscellaneous articles can be called mirrors of people’s hearts. Most novels are created for others and read by others for themselves. Prose, essays and miscellaneous feelings are often written by people who are influenced by their own emotions to declare their own opinions and express their hearts, it is the spiritual product that gets rid of the creative consciousness to the greatest extent. I always think that proses, essays and miscellaneous feelings which have obvious traces of creation are inferior goods. Because it means a cover for readers, which is deceptive. The reason why I use the words of Mr. Liang Xiaosheng to do this article is not to draw a banner as a tiger skin, decorate myself and fool readers, but I like the real words that Mr. Liang Xiaosheng said. To be honest, a person, especially a nobody like me who lives at the bottom of the society, can store things in his heart in the form of proses, essays and essays, if you disclose it to everyone without reservation, you will feel brave. A nobody who lives at the bottom of the society and lacks knowledge and money can publish a incomplete book and write a incomplete preface for himself, this has already had some meaning of life, which is enough for him to be proud of himself. 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…

Quiet

The peaceful kingdom was broken because of abundant people, abundant materials and greed. The scale of exploitation began from Nuwa to supplement the heaven for the people, Shennong to plant grains for the people, to Adam, the ancestor, to touch the ring and reproduce, noah’s Ark saved the people. The whole kingdom was quiet inside, fighting against natural disasters. And this kind of tranquility would soon be broken. At that time, the sky was open, the sacred glory is projected, and people are happy. Quiet Kingdom, who else will come? It’s him, it’s the devil, the devil comes, the Devil points to all the kingdoms and says to the Holy, follow me, all the creatures will rule for you, and the ministers will be destroyed; Xia Jie comes, take people as riding, shoot people for fun, pour wine to the forest, and abuse loyalty and goodness; Dirty blood spills all the way, and Bi Gan’s heart falls on the ground. Who else’s flesh and blood turns into black smoke, twisted and rising, overwhelming, people are not happy. The tranquil kingdom just woke up in the refreshing morning, and heard the crisp birdsong from the green shade outside. But by accident, the old ashes on the table had been washed by clean water, surrounded by green shade, the blue mist was filled, and the Earth was quiet. No matter how rivers and blood flow, they were all slow and silent. Peace was broken in this way, burnt by the fire of monsters, demons, demons, demons, monsters, monsters, ghosts, snakes and gods. The temperature of degree was also the temperature of Tudu. The silk was burning with gradually warm breath and quiet blood, the tranquil water is going to boil. What is burning is not firewood, but my blood and youth, the flesh, bones and the life of prime age. The cannon of King Zhou of Shang, the stink and smoke of human flesh; Joan of Arc kidnapped on the long ladder, the dripping oil and smoke of God’s flesh; The Tigris River in the Euphrates River only remembered cheese and sesame oil, now there are thick smoke columns everywhere, no, no, not imitating someone’s light columns; Oh my God, a magical light column appears in dreams, in dizziness, and not far away; hell and Heaven. I know this, and I write this, so peace comes back gradually. Satan is like the hot air in the water, drifting away sadly; The speed of my blood slows down; The false fire gradually goes out, yi Tai came back, Shennong came back, Jesus came back. The Earth is quiet and the sky is boundless and clear. Peaceful kingdom, I am here. 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…

And hidden

When mentioning hermit, you will think of the fisherman written by Liu Zongyuan. Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of paths are gone. Boat suo li weng, fishing alone trees and snow. The fishing of hermit doesn’t care about fish, and the snow of cold river can also catch all kinds of interests. This poem was learned when I was in primary school. When I grew up, I fell in love with another one of his poems: the fisherman stayed beside the mountains and rocks at night, and Xiaoji Qingxiang burned Chu Bamboo. Cigarette sales, Sunrise, no one can see, it is a sound of green mountains and waters. In fact, there is another sentence behind this poem, but I always think that the artistic conception of this poem is very important only with a surprising word of green mountains and waters, so until now, I really can’t recite the latter sentence. Green mountains and rivers, all are silent, but the boat has fallen into the sky with a sound of oars. Only the mountains and rivers are so green. How silent, lofty and leisurely it is. Numerous and complicated life, fickle society, daily necessities, oil and salt, steel and cement, can’t help themselves. I always feel that Hermit only lives in the words of ancestors, in the articles of Qin poetry, Jin character and Han Dynasty, in the prose of Yuan Dynasty in Tang and Song poetry. This is an era without masters, and it is also an era that cannot retire. A few days ago, when we traveled to the Small Three Gorges, the tour guide said: in order to repay the support from all walks of life, the local government provided tourists with a free tour of the Small Three Gorges. After saying that, a Wupeng boat written by Lu Xun came and sent a set of red life jackets for each of us, so we went on the boat happily. The tour guide is a local, dressed in red ethnic costumes. He sang a folk song for us first, which aroused everyone’s emotions. Then he said: I hope everyone can support them here. He has a small three Gorges commemorative card in his hand, ten yuan each, and then he starts to distribute it. Although we felt awkward, it was only ten yuan when we thought about it. It took 30 minutes for the Wupeng boat to go back and forth to the Small Three Gorges, and we also enjoyed the intoxicating scenery along the way. It was not much more than ten yuan. Instead, we felt. So I bought all of them. After counting the money, the tour guide went to the stern to get a bamboo hat coir coat and said that he could wear it to take photos. Someone immediately asked: is there any charge? Answer: No. But nobody paid attention to that coir suit. My elder sister tried her best to urge me to wear it. I was shy and didn’t dare to wear it in front of a boat of people. The elder sister said: I will take the lead for you. So I volunteered to put it on and put on two poses, because my elder sister was a little fatter than me, it would be funny to put on a coir, and some people laughed. They smiled, and the elder sister said I would not wear anything after taking photos. The elder sister was helpless and sighed: I tried it on for you, but you didn’t appreciate it. I also feel sorry for my elder sister, but due to my personality, I have to feel guilty. Boat still carry on, water green jade, was glassy. Cross-Strait cliff rise steeply, like the wall. Guide lobby: There are many families growing corn and potatoes on the mountain. If the golden rape flowers on the top of the mountain didn’t give off the smell of human smoke, I really couldn’t believe that there would be others on this cliff. In the midst of doubt, a loud sound of suona came from the Silent Valley. Looking through the sound, a cave suddenly opened in the middle of the cliff which was smooth as a wall on the left bank, it could be seen faintly that there was a man sitting in front of the table and playing an unknown song. We were shocked instantly. Hello! HELLO! Everyone kept shouting, and the ship slowed down. But the man was as if he hadn’t heard it, with the same posture and tune. The boat was drifting away, and I couldn’t help turning back. I don’t know how he dug the cave on the cliff, why he lived on the deserted hillside, and why he turned a deaf ear to our greetings. Maybe he was tired of the ordinary life. Except for mountains, water and suona, there was nothing in his eyes. His songs are integrated with everything in the world, and we disturb his peaceful life. On the return trip, I passed the cave again. The cave was still there, the table was still there, and the bed was also there. Only the people who played suona were not there. People with good deeds shouted again: Hello, come out! But in the quiet valley, only his own Echo was ringing. The famous poem of Liu Zongyuan suddenly appeared in my mind: Hey, it is a green mountain and water. Now, music stopped, only see green water such as, Jebusite may have at the top of the mountain. This long journey, I enjoyed a lot of beautiful scenery, but what I couldn’t forget was the hermit on the Small Three Gorges. He could endure loneliness, live a light life, play simple songs, eat green food and adapt to his mood. How strong his heart is, it must be full of wisdom. Many people say they like this kind of life, but they may not really go there. Monotonous and lonely, night and loneliness, not every ordinary person can defeat. The encounter with hermit makes me believe that there is still pure land in this world, not only in the nature, but also in our soft heart. 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…

Red

There are two kinds of dharma. People who enter the world are the world of mortals. The world of mortals is rolling. In the city, there are all the world of mortals. The capital of Tang Dynasty is Xi’an, and the transportation means are Carriages. Red soil in the North, what I saw in the air was the red dust, so it was called the world of mortals. For example, if the world of mortals is numerous, then I would be out of the world of mortals. A glass of colored glaze makes half a life rough. I am a woman outside the world of mortals, walking on the corridor of time with slight sadness. World taste very strong, my heart very light. Pick a cloud and add ink to cultivate your heart. Give me a picture, half splash ink, half leave white. Give me a poem, half of which is dream and half is waking up. I have dragged the mark of my life, half of which is forgotten and half of which is quiet. In a hurry, there are unfathomable dust and fireworks. The world I have loved is half full and half hearty. Leave half of them to enjoy the world, and leave the other half to the world. Happy and quiet. I often want a person’s corner, still air, cold walls, no temperature, no sound, and even can’t feel the existence of the world. If you can, you are willing to grow old overnight, take the wind and the moon and take the sadness, and stop all your thoughts. You don’t wait for anyone, don’t hurt anyone, and get used to the loneliness that depends on thousands of years. The only favor of years is that there are not many marks carved on the face. However, a face that others look at is not old, and the heart has been old for thousands of years. I am used to choosing to stay away from the noisy crowd, saying nothing in the crowded environment, wanting to be quiet and having no desire to speak. Making a cup of green tea, I like to watch the leaves slowly unfold in front of my eyes in a soothing and warm posture, revealing light green and gradually changing color. I like to search carefully along the track of history. The mottled walls still left the residual temperature of the imperial concubines in those years; The vicissitudes of ancient roads still echoed the fights and laments of the imperial generals, the golden Gobi horses, and the fight against the Central Plains. There are chaotic sky and bright sunshine; There are cold moon and thin stars, and Spring flowers bloom. However, who is waiting for the red dust and fireworks wandering in the Millennium ancient road? It is said that it is a kind of ultimate beauty to spend flowers on tea leaves. I don’t know what kind of scenery is the colorful fall in England? I really want to go to a place full of unknown flowers and trees, with naughty sunshine, gentle breeze and passers-. If I can, I will turn over the years, drag it in the sunset, and pawn it with my whole life. In the planning of life, there are too many things to do, but I don’t know what to do? Time went pale and hurriedly. Time seemed to be leisurely and calm. In fact, it was too difficult to tolerate too much thinking and choices. Occasionally, it was too difficult to have a little breeze. The world is like smoke, gradually faded, gone and dispersed. If it is not because of forgetting, it is because of treasure. When you are tired, you will retire and become a calm viewer, watching the troubles of the world of mortals, tears falling down, love breaking, and being me outside the world of mortals. Like (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…

Years Kong-style

My hometown is like a gas station. When I am physically and mentally exhausted, I always want to stop and rely on it to save the power to travel again. My hometown is like a bosom friend whom I haven’t met for a long time. When I am full of joy, I always want to look forward to a reunion and harvest the multiplication of happiness. However, the spring of the year is this bridge. Travellers who live outside cross the bridge, sniffing the old News of the country, listening to the old voice of the country, and looking at the old friends in the country, saving their energy full, it is enough for me to cope with the new work in the coming year. The happy gathering is always short. No matter how long the spring is, there will also be a closing time. Facing the approaching vacation, even though there are thousands of reluctant parties, they also start to plan the time to leave the nest. Because I know that I can’t be strong enough to stand on my own because I don’t experience the wind and rain outside and only know the warmth in the nest. Although the warmth in the nest can resist the wind and cold outside, wings without rain and snow will fold between the flight. Before leaving the nest, my mother always prepared all kinds of hometown specialties and had her own ideas. No matter whether this kind of product is suitable, necessary or convenient, as long as possible, I wish I could put the whole family into my child’s traveling bag. Before going out, I would carefully pick up the items, take care of them, and put them beside the door in order. Every time I bring enough special products from my hometown, because I know that when I leave the door, these are the tastes of my hometown, which can make the taste and feeling of home accompany me for a longer time. Every time my mother would help me to pick it up carefully, and put the items I took out in order and put them in other corners quietly while I didn’t pay attention to them. And every time I met this time, I would consider that I didn’t see them, it is full of luggage, but carrying family affection. My mother told me that if I went out of the door, don’t look back. Children can’t fall in love with family. Children who fall in love with family can’t walk far and have no ambition. Therefore, every trip, the luggage will be checked again and again without any omission. When going out, my father would even light a string of long whips behind the car to welcome his hometown with red scraps all over the ground, and send off strangers with red scraps all over the ground. It seemed that only this tradition could be used, in order to express the unwillingness of becoming a monk to his children. However, even if you are so careful, you will still travel for a short time every time, and find that you have less important or unimportant items, which is not deliberate, but I would wear one or two pieces less and follow my mother’s precepts, but I never dared to look back. And I prefer to regard this forgotten object as a mark and a memory of my hometown, which leads me to return home next year. If you are destined to be a wandering person, you will certainly look into the distance, and your homeland will become a mark, which cannot fetter that wandering heart. Although you are full of concern, there will always be difficult steps to leave the nest, but once you leave, what will be left to your hometown will only be the tough back. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

There

I thank God for his favor. I know that although I have experienced a lot, I am still lucky in general, but the pressure and happiness brought by this kind of luck are superficial. I can’t really be happy. What age brings me is not growing up, but learning to hide, show people with cold faces, learn to be polite, learn to endure, learn to meet things and do things. I don’t need to understand and comfort, because it can’t warm my cold heart at all. Learning to disguise the good side for life is what a normal person should do, for the due responsibility and the meaning of life. Existence, just to adapt to the society, existence, just for relatives, existence, just to exist I have already lost my spring snow 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…