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When people reach a certain age, there is inevitably some nostalgia. Especially in our generation, when dealing with students every day, we can always find the shadow of yesterday from them. In a flash, I found that my youth had already faded away, forgetting that I was getting older day by day. When I met a senior high school student recently, I couldn’t help thinking of Tao Yuanming’s ancient poem, which was not coming again in the prime year and was hard to go into the morning again, which increasingly proved that my youth was no longer there and my youth faded away. On that day, if it hadn’t been introduced by Alvin, a fellow villager who worked in the same city, I couldn’t believe that the old man with gray hair, wrinkles on his face, slightly black skin and dull eyes in front of him, it turned out to be a Lin, a lively, young and handsome high school classmate with white skin and talking and laughing more than 40 years ago. Time is really a sharp sword of heartless. I didn’t expect to carve a young and sunny face into such a vicissitudes, which makes people unbearable. When old classmates meet, they are naturally very kind. In order to fulfill the friendship of the landlord, I took care of ARIN in a small restaurant and specially invited Arvin to accompany me. Arin grew me up to one year old. When I was in high school, he and Arwen were in class B and I were in class A. Although they were different from each other, Arin and I had a very good relationship. They often played together. At that time, there were 120 students in three classes of grade A, grade B and grade C in our senior high school, and they were the graduates who could endure hardship most during the Cultural Revolution. At that time, in order to respond to the call of Chairman Mao’s students to focus on learning and learn different things, they not only need to learn from workers and farmers, but also to learn from the army, which was organized by the school, eight-year-old students took them to the factory to pick bricks, and sometimes went to the production team to participate in labor, which made us too tired to stand up. Alin is taller than me. However, my body was relatively thin, and it was a little difficult to pick things. In order to help me finish the task, Alin always added more sizes and picked more, and then we went back to school together. After finishing two years of high school, because there was no college entrance examination at that time, they all went back to where they were. Those related to it were recruited into factories as workers, some went to the army, and some were recommended to go to college; Those who had no access had to stay in the countryside to build the Earth. At that time, because we were young, we were not afraid of suffering from hardship at all. What we were afraid of was that all the knowledge we learned from teachers was wasted. Fortunately, there were not many cultural people in the village where I worked. When I graduated from high school, I was employed as a private teacher by the central primary school of the commune. Since then, most high school students have never been in contact with each other. I know nothing about the situation of Alin after graduation, because most of our high school graduates came from rural areas and were far away from each other. I remember that in the year when I resumed the college entrance examination, I was admitted to a normal college in the province. I heard about Alin in the county. I also wanted to meet him at that time, but because of the long distance, then he gave up the opportunity to meet him, who knew that this separation would last for 40 years. Sitting in an elegant box in a small restaurant, looking at the old schoolmate’s old face, I opened the gate and asked about his past. After a few greetings, Alin told me that he was recruited as a worker by a state-owned factory when he graduated from high school. At that time, it was a factory envied by the whole family. The welfare was good and the salary was high, so many people couldn’t get in if they wanted to go in. In the early 1990 s, the factory gradually declined, and even the salary could not be paid. At this juncture, the wife of dregs couldn’t stand the torture of poverty. She threw an eight-year-old daughter to him and married a local cadre who was twenty years older than her. A year later, after being introduced, he got to know his present wife and gave birth to a daughter, living a very hard life. Later, State-run factory final due to insolvency bankruptcy, he unfortunately laid-off, slope others Drive Live, monthly for enough to earn 500 or 600 yuan money to support family size four. Three years ago, the car stopped, but in order to live, he had to face off. Under the care of the county labor department, he became a sanitation worker with a monthly salary of less than 800 yuan. Now that he has retired, he will help others to work as a short-time worker. This time he came to the city where I lived just to help him find a doorman through his classmate awen. Hearing Alin talking about these, he felt a little sad. In today’s world, it doesn’t matter without a job, because it is easy to find a job, but it is absolutely impossible to have no money. Although Alin had retired, it was supposed to be the time to enjoy the happiness of family, but in order to live, he had to keep running around for his life when he was old, and it was really hard to live. When we think of yesterday, our ideals, pursuits and ambitions are no longer there. It seems that in a twinkling of an eye, we have gradually grown old, and the rest is just memories. That romance, that persistence and that expectation have already become today’s dilemma, seeking a trace of comfort in the heart in melancholy and confusion. Shaohua fades, we are all getting old, youth is no longer, ideals are no longer, and lofty ambitions are no longer. Thinking of these, the song “Where Has Time Gone” suddenly echoed in my ears: I am old before I feel young, and I have given birth to my son and daughter all my life, and my mind is full of children crying and laughing. Where did time go? Your eyes were wasted before you had a good look at them. After half a life, only wrinkles on your face were left in a flash. Yes, life is like a blink of an eye. One day passes by, and another life passes. Perhaps, only when people reach this age, everything has been seen through. What kind of wealth and wealth, what kind of money and beauty, are all passing by. Only a strong body can belong to oneself. Right? Look at my classmate Alin. Although I have reached the age of flower, I still have to rush about life and fight against fate. In a flash, Shaohua faded away. We are no longer young, but what we have is a young heart, which can also benefit our future generations. In order to survive, we all have to live well, not for anything else, just for life. (WEN/Dongfang mu) Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) snow elimination in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. 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Every time I read Ma Zhiyuan’s poem “Tianjing Sha Qiu Si”, I couldn’t help thinking of the Brook at the gate of my hometown, which treasured too many past memories of my childhood, after twenty or thirty years, the Brook has already become a vast pool of water, and the past has also become my slight homesickness. When I was in junior high school, I once wrote a lyric prose named my hometown, which described the stream in my dream. The winding stream was surrounded by green mountains like silver snakes, intertwined with running from afar, slowly flowing through the door of the house, with the shadows of green willows on both sides, rushing to the distant place. The clear stream touches the cobblestones of different shapes, and flocks of small fishes are playing in the water, sometimes going upstream, sometimes kissing my feet. The water and the mountain are fascinating. After correcting the composition, the comment given by the Chinese teacher is: Describe your hometown so beautiful that you love your hometown. I think yes, no matter how poor or isolated the rural areas are, there is still a feeling that is hard to give up in my heart, which is vague and incomparable. I love my hometown and recall the past happily. Once upon a time, a group of friends secretly ran to the stream in the hot summer, jumped into the pool with bare buttocks and swam happily among the clear streams; Once Upon a Time, we made bamboo rows and wooden rows from bamboo trees cut from the mountain, carrying a group of children like monkeys, singing loud folk songs and boating on the stream. Once upon a time, we took fishing nets to learn the appearance of adults, put the net from one side of the stream to the other side, and then look forward to the joy of success; Once upon a time, we were wearing small underpants and carrying small bamboo baskets, shuttling back and forth in the shoal of the stream, I felt a lot of shrimps, snails and crabs under the stones. During the years when I went to school far away from my hometown, I heard that gold deposits were found on the mountain near the upstream stream, people from all directions flocked there, setting off a wave of gold panning. The green mountains with peaks and green mountains were encroached into holes. Some simple gold purification processing plants came into being. After a rainstorm, the once clear stream became turbid, and the fish in the water were almost destroyed by chemical excrement. This was really a sudden change, which made my heart feel like a severe winter, I can’t tell the feeling of pain. Such days lasted for many years. Until the gold companies of the provincial government entered the standard mining, the crazy gold rush action of thousands of people was declared to be over. The Brook at the door of the House gradually restored its former calm, healing itself with the fleeting years of passing water. In those years, the government started to build reservoirs in my hometown. We also became a member of the glorious army of immigrants and moved to places far away from mountain villages. The stream has already been submerged in the deep pool and clear water, but in my mind there is still its clear appearance and the vivid past. Maybe the farther you are from your hometown, the more nostalgia you will have in your heart; Maybe the longer you stay away from home, the more lingering the homesickness in your heart will be. Therefore, in my spare time, I will still read the childhood with clear water in my memory, making my homesickness intoxicated in the fragrance of flowers filled with 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…

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This is the first rain that has fallen here since entering spring, so it makes people feel particularly precious. When we met for the first time, the spring rain was still like this, ticking and singing the melody of early spring. Light rain didn’t last too long, but it still moistened our mood of Spring head. The existence of this spring rain was indispensable under my pen tip! There is a saying here: spring rain is as expensive as oil. Every time when spring comes, I was born in the countryside, and I can really feel the mood brought by spring rain to farmers whenever I can encounter spring rain and the situation that we rely on the weather to eat is extremely lucky. Therefore, for this sentence, I think I am can understand the meaning of the word “expensive” best. This word “expensive” has at least few meanings. Rare things are the most expensive, perhaps the expensive here can best explain the meaning of spring rain in this season? The raindrops began to be a little big, and gradually with the rain getting bigger and bigger, the raindrops gradually became thin lines. I was intoxicated in this early spring drizzle, and my mood was gradually wet in this spring rain! Spring cannot lack spring rain, just as winter cannot be without snow. Spring without spring rain lacks vitality and vigor. However, the Best of Both Worlds has never happened in our memory. Therefore, I fell into the excitement of this spring rain. Ask and think alone. Listening to the rustling rain, my calm heart was wet by the rain, and gradually followed the steps of the rainforest to Yuan Ye, to the countryside, to the embrace of spring! Spring Rain, thin, under the gloomy light, like thin lines, coming from the dark night! Soon the rain got wet on the ground, and I couldn’t help feeling the rain. I called my sister in the countryside and heard her saying it was raining at home in the first sentence. In fact, what I want to know most is the information about the rain? Here, there is less rain in spring. Every time when farming the land, my parents were worried about it, fearing that there would be no rain, so they could not plant the land. Nowadays, the status quo of depending on the weather is still the main way of life here. Therefore, the arrival of spring rain is undoubtedly a great comfort and encouragement for our farmers here. Because I was born in the countryside, and paying attention to the weather in the countryside has already become the habit of life, so no matter where I go, I will pay attention to the spring rain in my hometown. Maybe I have planted such expectation for spring rain since I was young, therefore, I am so stingy with the mood when the spring rain comes. A good start is half of success, although the spring rain in front of me is so short, but after all, this has made a start for this spring. I must use my most sincere words to praise this spring rain. I walked out of the outdoor and placed myself in the rain. When the rain flowed through my skin and penetrated into my heart, I thought that the rain was just like a cup of tea from spring at midnight, light, my memory got wet again and again. At this moment, I am just like standing on a hill in the countryside in spring, overlooking the time submerged by spring rain for a long time, the long-lost mood, with the early spring rain permeating in my memory, a seed, if there is no moisture of spring rain, where is the hope? A hint of green, without the caress of spring rain, will also be dried up into a black idea. The rain in early spring is like sweet nectar, flowing through our mood, moistening our hope again and again, and letting the seeds of our hope start to sprout, take root and blossom in this season! After all, it was the first time that I met this spring rain at the beginning of this year. With the gentle spring rain, many kinds of feelings grew leisurely and dried up the heart of a season. In this spring rain, the original peace and quietness were broken. When I am in love with Xiaoyu, I think of the river in my hometown when I was a child, The Willows on both sides of the river, and the smiling faces of youth falling in the years; I think of the mountains behind my hometown, and the grass at the foot of the mountains; I think of my hometown home and peach trees growing in the courtyard; I think of my childhood companions and the shadows left by them. I think of the distant youth, the beautiful image left by youth; I think of the ancient folk songs, the spring feelings sung in folk songs, the thoughts full of eyes, the mood ups and downs, and my heart dancing in the thin spring rain, I opened the peaceful sea of my heart again and again. The memory that went away was like a warm story, inspiring and inspiring me! Walking on the journey of seeing mountains is not mountains or water, I can’t believe what I see in my eyes. Just imagine, it’s not that I have suspicious humanity, but some things made me unable to believe my eyes in this life. For a period of time, when I encountered something, I once struggled, sank, and even felt a little desperate. However, when I calmed down, I found that everything had nothing to do with myself. Why did I put myself in a furnace of annoyance to kill my life? I have always advocated that we should treat life with a positive attitude towards life, and face life with a positive mind, so that life can feel infinite happiness, especially we can’t look at the results of life. Maybe failure or success, but no matter which result, the process is very important to our life experience. Ordinary I always regard myself as the grass in the nature, unknown, hot in the time of life, silently dyed the surrounding land with my life. Never discouraged, so every time I face the coming of spring, I will confidently put my enthusiasm into the embrace of this season. Now, it is another time for spring to come. In this affectionate land, I firmly believe that after the moistening of this spring rain, the footsteps of spring on the Earth will get closer and closer, the scenery of our life will also be rewarded in this spring. Spring is the time to give people a firm belief. We must have enough faith and belief, and the spring in front of us. Praise in 2015.3.17 (prose editor: Ink drops become wounds) snow vanishing 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…