san yue

The rain in March is soft, soft, soft, light, hazy, moist, successive, thin, itchy on the skin and bright on the tender leaves, looking from a distance, it was a piece of fog covering the top of the mountain. Looking up, I looked up and looked up at the wisps like threads and hooks, bathing in them, the dreams I saw were unreal, and the fairyland was as ethereal. Spring is warm and flowers bloom, everything comes back, the weather is updated, and there is love in the rain. In this joyful March, everyone wants to take the old and the young to the countryside for a walk, enjoy the appearance of green mountains, feel the tenderness of green water, share the vitality of nature and taste the passion of life. Or invite friends and friends to go on an outing and travel, let the sunrise on the top of the mountain be tough on our bones, let the waves clean the fragile dependence, embrace the great shore and width of mountains and rivers, and spread their arms to fly the ideal; if you don’t hold your lover’s hand before the flower, you are originally an emotional animal. You often think of some people and things in the rain. In the Qingming Festival, it rains one after another, and people on the road want to die. Du Mu’s long-lasting song, I don’t know how many homeless people will catch the homesickness of missing relatives and friends outside, and I don’t know how many generations will feel bitter. Indeed, the rain in March is like a thread. From beginning of spring, it will walk to April without rest until Qingming Festival. Therefore, walking in the rain, my mood is also wet, and I always feel a kind of sour sorrow in my heart. The more I want to shake off, the more I will be swallowed. Especially in the middle of the night, raindrops are dripping, and the lonely space is filled with rhythm. Listening to the rustling sound outside the window alone, my mood was also lost in the night rain. For a long time, I don’t like the rain in March. It will catch the sad things many years ago, and remember the shy, sincere, dreamy, straightforward, pure and romantic youth like the rainy season in March. In order to win the favor of girls, after studying late, they secretly climbed up the butterfly tree behind the teaching building to pick flowers, then spread them in the delicate paper box prepared in advance, and then put on a letter that I just opened in love, finally, the outside of the box was knotted with Jinbo paper tape, and it was quietly placed in the drawer of the favorite girl after self-study. As a result, it was not only laughed at but also punished. There was also a female classmate who had a crush on herself. She saved her pocket money and went to the bookstore to buy “collections of poems” in order to express her worries about me who liked to recite poems. I disappeared from my back reluctantly in the rain when I graduated. The rain in March was still not easy to wet the eyes I looked up at, and it was hooked to precipitate the unbearable memories in my heart, making it difficult for me to fall asleep. To make a living, one on many fronts, away from home, tears relatives, under Guangdong drilling ore, swept floor climbing stairs water. Walking in a hurry in the wind and frost, alone in the rain and snow. If the rain of March is less in four seasons, it will not be colorful, and life will not be wonderful without the bitterness of March. After March, the way home will always be clearly displayed in front of us, no matter whether it is the storm, lightning, thunder, or frost and cold snow. The rain in March is like a thread. It is a landscape painting that makes people think about the ups and downs, leaving many blanks. 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…

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As time flies, a monsoon light is fleeting. In a hurry, the years flow far away. Deep in my memory, there are traces that have never been erased, such as the mottled shadows shining on my body through the cracks of leaves. Each piece of light and shadow has its own merits, with different forms falling on the body, which has not been eliminated after years. Those light and shadow, big or small, thick or light, are arranged deep in the heart, in every day, it vaguely becomes a kind of yesterday flower that cannot be touched. The grandma in my memory always kept the openness and diligence when she was young. Although she was over 80 years old, she still insisted on living alone. I cook by myself, wash clothes by myself, and do the work at home without the intervention of the younger generation. Although she lived alone, Grandma always cleaned the house, and wiped the table and tea table several times every day. Grandma said that the house was cleaned up. People lived in spirit. If the house was untidy for a long time, people would be depressed and unable to lift their spirits. Now think about what grandma said. The House with clear windows will make people feel very comfortable, and their mood will become sunny. When their heart is sunny, they will feel much more relaxed when they do things. From carrying me to my neighbor’s house, Grandma took my hand to pick Mountain fruits, and later, Grandma calculated the days when I went home and prepared my favorite mountain fruits for me, peach, apricot, plum, jujube, Hawthorn, every seasonal mountain fruit, Grandma will find a way to let me eat it, or pick the good ones in advance and keep them for me, or leave a branch on the tree and tell my family that no one should pick it, leaving it for me to pick fresh food when I go home. Every time I ate the mountain fruit prepared for me by my grandmother, happiness would be chewed in my mouth for thousands of times, and the sweet taste would flow to every corner of my body. After having a daughter, my grandma loved her very much. Every time I took her home, she would hug her in her arms, Kiss, love, hurt and spoil her. Every time, happiness permeated on the faces of four generations. The laughter from the heart made the whole room filled with warmth and happiness. When our family hurried home in a hurry, what we saw was only Grandma’s coffin. At this time, no matter how loud the cry was, it couldn’t be replaced by Grandma’s promise. No matter how loud the cry was, Grandma’s tough body and kind smile would never be seen in front of her. Tears were long, over the curve of happiness, grandma, my grandmother who I have been calling for so many years, disappeared from my life. The sudden disappearance made my heart broken and unacceptable. While father, crying, hugged his daughter and said to his daughter, “Look at that basket, that’s after you left last time, your old grandmother, seeing that you like eating jujube, lived on a crutch, I picked it for you when I went to the mountain and said that I asked you to wear it for two days when I came to watch my grandma’s spirit. I had illusions in my mind more than once. Grandma was joking with us, she didn’t talk or breathe on purpose. Seeing that we were all scared, she would stand up again and tell us that she was fine, but she was just sleepy and had a sleep. However, illusion is a kind of self-deception of the soul. My countless illusions were finally defeated by the cruel reality. I could only cry to send my grandmother the last journey. I still remember the mood at that time, every time I think of it, what flooded was not only tears, but also endless missing. Two years later, my strong father was diagnosed with advanced cancer. I will always remember that when the doctor told me and my brother the current situation, it was useless to operate and stay in hospital, so I had radiotherapy and chemotherapy, I could only deepen the pain of the patient and accelerate the weakness of the patient. At that moment, it was the collapse of the sky and the grief. I couldn’t even find a suitable word to describe the mood that day. I wanted to cry but didn’t dare to cry, I was afraid that my father would see that the tears at that time could not be suppressed by looking up at the sky at 45 degrees, and the heartache at that time could not be suppressed by taking several deep breaths. When he saw his father waiting outside the clinic, he could only pretend to be fine and smiled and said to his father, “it’s okay. The doctor said it was just inflammation. Go back and take some medicine and get some injections, then he will be fine. At the same time, he concealed his father, and at the same time, he suppressed his uneasy mood and accompanied his father with the most farfetched smile. Because of my mother’s careful care, when we went to the hospital for reexamination half a year later, the doctor asked us in surprise that according to the patient’s condition, it was a miracle that we could still be in this state now. However, you have to observe carefully. It’s hard to endure for half a year, and it’s hard to endure for half a year. I saw that my father was in good spirits and had never been weak. I wanted to ask the doctor for an affirmation of his illness. I didn’t expect that the doctor still gave us a blow and the answer we wanted, but my fantasy was that my father had lung cancer. He just coughed and spit a few times without any physical pain, which was a blessing for us. My father’s illness, like a time bomb, made us extremely heavy. No matter how careful we were, the tense mood still collapsed in the past year. That day, I went home to visit my father and called my mother in the morning. My mother said that she would go to the fair with my father, and my father would go to the fair to play. Let’s go to the fair to find them. We only walked half of the 100-mile journey, so my mother called me and said that your father asked me to gather first. He followed me later, but I have been here for more than half an hour, he hasn’t come yet. I won’t wait for you. I’ll go home first. Hearing this news, I was extremely nervous. I was afraid that if there was something wrong with my father, when he hurried home all the way, my father had been lying in bed almost in a coma. We didn’t know until my father was a little sober, as soon as my father was about to go out, he felt dizzy and went back to the bed slowly with the wall. My father was sober and confused sometimes. My mother and I didn’t dare to leave casually during the day, and didn’t dare to close our eyes at night. We looked at my father in turn for fear that it would become a permanent regret if we were not careful. Because my daughter went to school, my husband took her back on the day we came to our hometown. When I stayed in my hometown for a week, my mother worried about the children, why did I have to go back to see my child? I didn’t want to go back, but it happened that my brother was at home that weekend, so I went home under the persuasion of my brother and mother. When I left, I also said to my father, I will go home and I will come back to accompany you tomorrow. However, fate played tricks on people like this. At in the night, my mother called me and asked me to go back. My heart was immediately like a rolling bottle of five flavors. All kinds of guesses tortured me like demons one by one. I was afraid and worried, I went home in a panic to the extreme and walked many times, but this time I felt it was the longest. It seemed that I had walked for centuries. This kind of regret tied me deeply. Until yesterday, I burnt five or seven pieces of paper for my eunuch, kneeling in front of the tomb of xintu, and the regrets appeared in front of me like movies one after another, pain twines me like a vine. My eunuch stayed in bed five years ago and couldn’t take care of herself. Fortunately, her mother-in-law was in good health and had been serving her carefully. Just a month ago, my eunuch, who had been eating evenly, suddenly ate very little, two eggs per meal reduced to two eggs per day. Seeing this situation, there was a faint anxiety in my heart. The worry that had existed for five years was deeply aggravated. This lasted for four or five days and spent every day in heavy anxiety. That morning, my husband said you should go to work. I won’t go. My old father was in bad condition. I also said that otherwise I wouldn’t go either. My husband said it was OK. My old father had passed this year, no problem. I didn’t expect that my eunuch, who had been in a daze for nearly a year, would leave without warning. When I just got off the bus, my husband called and you came back, I don’t work today. I was so nervous that I turned around and rode home. Unexpectedly, what remained in my mind was another deep regret. Tears are just a way of expressing sadness. Crying is just a way of expressing sadness. However, no matter how much catharsis and expression, they can’t keep the footsteps of relatives leaving. When my voice was hoarse and my eyes were red and swollen, sadness was still rolling in my mind. Regret was still lingering in my heart. Life was so fragile. Sometimes a farewell became a regret that I could never see each other again. We can’t predict tomorrow, nor can we set up life. We can only treat our relatives well, love them well, care, care and treat the snow in spring in the depths of time. 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…