Orange

Town winter’s night is so beautiful. I surprised however! At this time, home town is immersed in Antian awake, a rou jing, a tranquil. And the street lights is town night sleepless eyes, yizhanzhan crystal clear, issued orange light, pure and warm, light up home town winter’s night. Street in frames and non-person, and day see very different, Street spacious, clean, quiet, gone congestion, no noisy. Night precipitation everything! On both sides of the building quietly hidden in black, like two rugged river. Such a filled with orange light of the street, just like the summer sunsets wan zhao Golden drains. Winter Night Sky deep and good-natured, like a black cotton-padded filled with infinite tenderness. Star shiny, blink flashing, sentimental. No cold air, fresh air, soft, moist, thick to dense, as if the texture, as home warm kind of black soil, like Winter land covers on the thick snow, soft and moist. I couldn’t help slowing down my hurry to home, and breathed deeply again and again casually. Journey into the walk, dragging small luggage, a person leisurely walk home town winter’s night, Sandan and leisurely. Breathing the fragrance of night, enjoying town of tranquility and serenity, seem to have boundless freedom, as if walking in pure one party World, pure is warm, is the red in, glowing world out-and-out fireworks and taste. What red, what Zen soil Buddha, always give a person a kind of cold, sorrow, thin cool feeling, which than town tonight so warm heart lungs and they clean and fresh. I intuition each cell of the body relaxation light up, every pore opened small mouth pitter carefree breathing, for a time, heart as if out of secular all restraint, comfortable, all kinds of burdens fluttered and fluttered gently …… the train was late, and it was already around midnight when it arrived at the hometown town. The exact time of the return trip was not told to Mr. Zhou in advance, which was intended to give him a surprise. At this time, platform on a late-night deserted, train Kacha Kacha to come and go, get off to the little that several passengers suddenly all disappeared. I took out my mobile phone to call Mr. Zhou, asking him to pick him up by car, but suddenly I stopped. And not multi-pity Mr., afraid disturbance his winter midnight sweet sleep. In my mind, Mr., a big man, stand-up, through wind and rain, can play, like great mountains and like harbor. For Mr. is dependent used. And Mr. see I, forever is hothouse flowers, fearing it, worry that, what nothing rest assured. I, it is a sudden whim: why don’t you walk alone in a small town at night? Town of night is what, I also never know! Moreover, this from our home also a little distant, two three station away position suits my walk. Actually, Subconsciously, in a hint to Mr. prove yourself of want. Prove? Moxie? Joke! Travel-stained return, a enters County border, sleep back home, a warm kind of breath lunged, filled with heart, filled with whole body. This get in city to also not like into the their yards? Home! The boat and car were relieved immediately, and the hanging heart fell to the ground. It was stable, calm and secure. Suddenly, about it inspiration. Then let my wayward about it. No car, no language, I walk alone in the quiet town winter’s night, walk this orange in the haze of, like walking in Dream of edge. My heart drunk and flying. Street lamp a pick up a relay, homey one to me greet send. Street fell a leaf trees zhi zhi ya ya such as silhouette, appearing tough and fortitude, like with street lamp stand watch together this party and peaceful. My light steps and the wheels of the trolley and Street ensemble with a has a different rhythm of music, such as soft soothing background music. Night seems more quiet. All of everything seems at rest: trees and buildings, even heaven and earth, even air. Absentminded, I got into a pure fairy tale world. It’s a thoroughly spotless world, everything clean. The sky is bluer, the sun is redder, and the flowers are brighter. People, both men and women, both young and old, are the same sincere, kind and beautiful. “Snow White”? No! There are vicious stepmother. “The daughter of the Sea”? Not really, because, there are pretty little mermaid that sad sorrow. That’s described by Tao of peach garden! Land ping kuang, House has, have fertile land mei chi silk bamboo of genus. Qianmo traffic, ji quan xiang wen. huang fa chui tiao, and be contented and happy. What a beautiful realm! I walk this spring like soft night cannot help but relaxation fugue, feeling like flower facing Chunhui Xinyue Bloom …… suddenly, ears Haizi poem from tomorrow to be a happy man; Grooming chopping wood travel around world from tomorrow care & vegetable and food I have a house facing the sea spring …… to every river and every mountain a warm name stranger I also bless you wish you have a bright future may you married lovers may you enjoy happiness in this earthly world very fond of Hai Zi’s this song “facing the sea spring” Often reading chant, will feel: wide, sunny, spring breeze was blowing, flowers fragrance. Heart Kaner then clear, quiet, peaceful. In this province Literary Federation organized poetry, prose pen meeting, from Anhui a poet again with deep emotion recited this had been moved by millions of Psalms room of silence, psalms gripped participating everyone heart. That was Haizi’s expectation. He with aromatic verse warm the hearts of men, but he never done happiness hence, because, he no tomorrow. He to tragic way with this world refuse: Shanhaiguan fibrillation tracks, red with it, withered and yellow grass, mournful winds. World was shocked! Heart was violently tear ache! He that knew of the talent, his noble mind, his labored and secular fornication strength of character, people sigh, sigh teardrop. Only when something is lost can one realize the value of its existence and understand its precious value. This is human weakness! Some say, Haizi’s departure marks a innocence end. Haizi is pure image fashion is. I agree with all kinds of statements like this. Red deep how much deeply? Desire greatly big geometric? In material life is extremely rich, house, vegetables, food, firewood, who also not get the most basic necessary for life? But, happiness several people? Material desire, desire for power, financial desire, acquisitiveness no end. The red in men and women in obsessively, scrambling, infighting, Pennywise, how many people end up several defeat all injury, lin li bu he, friends turn against and even fight, blood stained land. The true meaning of life? I also asked about this question, which is vulgar but has been bothering human beings. My heart still lost. As I such ants-like life meaningful? Every day doing most profane yourself: Do daughter, do daughter-in-law, do wife, mother, doing unit in the most common employees, Day played pots and pans-symphony, and daily necessities sauce vinegar tea tangled. Like a puppet holding a string, like a silent lamb with a drooping head; Like a mustard, like dust. What mean? But, for Haizi, I only reverence, but I absolutely can not match. My mother often said: Life, vegetation spring. I understand her old man’s meaning: since a life has come to the world, it is necessary to practice the life course given by God and never give up halfway. More than eighty-year-old mother, is physically like old house with four under leak, but she often said cheerfully: car fail just push. The life of the mother is trivial is hard; Is ordinary, but to our children is extremely important, is also great. Even now, back home, call a mom, hear mother hot warm to should be a sound, immediately will feel relaxed and warm, a have a mother of happiness and sweet in the house quivering, quietly air. This is home! Otherwise, no matter how the mansion, hua wu, are nothing but a cold building only. We everyone living world life is not just their own Ah! To our family, to our friends, we is unique. Amateur is writer, business is sick. Who cheerfully smiled and say that? Oh! Is I admire famous writer Shi Tiesheng Mr. Mr. Shi’s life is suffering. Youth for legs paralyzed alternative against the wheelchair-, middle age old diseases affecting double kidney, eventually causing uremia, need every other day dialysis. Even so, he but to create so many beautiful works, such as “and I went” the life on a String “my distant Qingping Bay” “disease gap broken pen” We see is he in a wheelchair brilliant smiling face, he laugh so laugh, as warm. He’s more like a patient! Death is an least anxious thing. He smiled and said. He can build the waist legend. I think Mr. Shi Tiesheng explained the meaning of living to US best in his life. Zhang Xianliang Mr. is another what I like and admire famous writer. Initially deeply touched my is his “spirit and flesh”, then read “Green Tree” half of man is woman the xiaoerbulake “, and other short-and-medium-sized. When I read my book of Bodhi tree “, often and often tears, make reading cannot conducted. Zhang Xianliang Mr. youth of a poem “Wind Song”, was labeled as a rightist in jail. At the time of the climate, coupled with his origin, he eyes on all purgatory-like exercise, suffered non-human’s suffering and abuse. Ins and outs, repeatedly in prison spent almost er shi nian time er shi nian! A person’s life there are several er shi nian? Besides, those two decades were the most beautiful period in my life. After Forty puzzled year, Zhang Xianliang Mr. finally completely eliminated a body and mind of a double bind, face upwards, to CLS Chapter become contemporary Chinese literary world of a Abnormal eye-catching star. He is elegant elegant, is witty free and easy, his tough, suffused with water of style, ductile have tender, warm. Water, boneless, can dishuichuanshi. I want to say, Zhang Xianliang Mr. Real is created self-adjustments magic! This world have come many such noble soul, this world today and also there is no lack of has a soul, although still has all sorts of unsatisfactory, but I still believe she is beautiful. In this orange warm halo, in the gentle dreamland of the small town, I walked casually and leisurely, and my thoughts danced gently. Unknowingly to residential door. Suddenly, a wonderful voice came, from the high air, and it seemed that from the depth of memory, from far to near, from faint to clear. Oh, is a plane is from night sky flying through, red lights shimmer, like a wandering most beautiful the stars of. Very like hear the planes flying over the sound, especially at night, that sound Total thrown my heart gentle ripples, round and round, lingering, beautiful. Childhood, summer night, Sky in occasionally aircraft rumbled fly over, our children will immediately stop frolic, Oh yo, aircraft! Cries of pleasure, turn his face distance, heart joy, joy and excited. Night sky flying aircraft is so mysterious! Where it came from-year-old flew to where? Little Heart Kaner filled with confusion and longing, half half. Eyes tightly chasing, reluctance to relax, until aircraft gone whereabouts, also not hear sound. My grandma also Sky recover last eyes, chanting my infant name repeat her old saying: ya er, to study hard, grow up to anything, promising to sit aircraft. There was no doubt that Grandma’s words put another dazzling brilliance on the plane. Heard who sang the song We are learned by children’s songs: Jingle Bell, Jingle Bell, Heaven phone. Call me to join the army, I haven’t grew up. In childhood imagination adult world is how beautiful! Have successful, have the joy, a celebration, happiness with various beauty. Now, Grandma had died for more than twenty years, ya er also on sale at clay doll into a middle-aged, come and go, fly is no longer anything and we cannot do. In Grandma opinion, her ya er whether ambition? Mind a famous essay writer Mudd teacher: if we end up not liang cheng torch, liang cheng lighthouse, I hope, we also going to show belongs to their own light. Even if only Firefly general faint light in the, also to every opportunity to to in this the world is flashing this is we live in this world of value. Maybe, that moment, only one person passing, he saw, he also said lightly, oh, this is a firefly, it issued their own light. Every life came to this world is not easy, let us cherish their life, serious life. District of street lamp more radiant, more warm, more warmth, more warm, cell is like a gentle harbor. A flickering family wings-set packs flat, steeped in gentle of the night, like steeped in soft sweet dreaming I. Sleeping happy people, good sleep …… oh, orange street lamp illuminated night Ah, she like loving mother has a lofty tenderness. 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. 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