Winter

The season has reached the end of the year, the winter in the northwest border of the motherland, the temperature dropped to minus 20 degrees. I walked out of the house with heating, and a chill came. I couldn’t help shivering a few times, and my mood became cold with it, so I walked aimlessly to the street. When I saw people in a hurry with different facial expressions in the crowded streets, my complicated thoughts became more complicated at once. The memory that should not be forgotten soon brought me to my unforgettable hometown, and the time went back to the miserable time of my childhood and childhood. My hometown is in the mountainous area of southwest Sichuan. Since I was the governor, I have seen the figures of my parents getting up early and busy in the dark and their sad faces because of lack of clothes and eating less, although I don’t understand why every family in the mountain is poor? But what seems to have been perceived by my faint painful mind? Therefore, I studied hard to find the answer in knowledge, and also wanted to change the poor and backward appearance of my hometown. With the increase of age and knowledge, the poor environment made my will stronger and stronger. Colorful dreams lured me forward bravely. In the morning and evening of many cold winters, I ran on the way to school and home with bare feet despite my thin clothes. Year after year, I gradually grew up in the tough winter one after another, and gradually understood that the complexity and disorder of the world were due to the heavy pressure of politics and the darkness of society, it brought endless sufferings to countless civilians. At the same time, it also made me gradually understand what is true, good and beautiful in the world during the process of growing up? What is false, evil, ugly? When I entered the most precious youth in my life, the absurd politics of family background which was rare in the world forced me to leave my hometown with tears and say goodbye to my relatives one day at the end of that year, I went to a foreign country in confusion. From then on, I trudged lonely and difficult in the miserable journey of life. The noise of the busy crowd and the harsh sound of the car whistle on the street called me back from the deep thoughts. I avoided the crowd and the car, from a trail to the Riverside which flows through the center of the city. Because of the low sky curtain in winter, the boundary between the world and the Earth can not be seen, and there are ice and snow everywhere. The cold breath is immersed in the skin and heart. I got into the forest where there was natural growth and artificial planting along the river. I saw trees without leaves, only dense branches and tendrils trembling in the cold wind. They depended on each other and loved each other, enduring the invasion of wind, rain, snow and frost, enduring loneliness and silence, keeping his square inch of land year after year, and time slipped quietly by them, they always insist on going through the course of their lives persistently. How admirable they are! Looking at these silent creatures, touching the scene and feeling suddenly made my ideological trend rolling and sentimental, and my soul felt extremely confused in the interweaving of history and reality. Due to the random arrangement of fate, I came over from adversity and entered the city built by reinforced concrete unexpectedly. In the noisy city, I was far away from the wonderful nature and the hot land in the countryside, and gradually became unfamiliar with the simple and kind people at the bottom. In order to work and lose the so-called face of innocence, I had to smile stiffly every day when I met my boss and colleagues. I gradually became indifferent to the original enthusiasm and was as busy as a walking corpse. Looking at the trees growing freely, I couldn’t help admiring them. They grew freely and calmly on this secluded land, despising the troubles of the world of mortals, he is not bound by the twists and turns of the world, and lives without any cover with his true face. Although he tightens his body due to the severe winter, he stands deep and silently, but when the spring breeze blows, they will stretch their branches as much as they like, and soon they will be luxuriant, lush and full of vigour. In the boundless sky, when flowers bloom, they will have different colors and fruits, and try their best to show themselves. When I was close to these ordinary creatures, I thought that my childhood was so naive and fearless. But now I live in a city like a huge and indifferent machine. Informatization, modernization and ruthlessly devouring me, working day after day, always thinking about fame and oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, I lost my true nature and enthusiasm for striving for my ideal gradually. I wanted to be quiet but could not be quiet. I wanted to be indifferent but it was inappropriate. I asked myself from time to time: Is this the dream I pursued in my childhood? Recalling how many joys and sorrows I have experienced in the long journey of life? How many times have I been moved to tears for my true feelings! Especially those friends I once met who were at the bottom of the society, honest and kind, hardworking and simple. Their deep friendship for me has been forgotten now, why doesn’t this make people feel ashamed? Although the time of being close with them has become the history of the past, their voices and smiles always stay in my heart, which evokes my infinite feelings from time to time. Now, I deeply feel that with the operation of Qiankun and the alternation of four seasons, no matter what changes will happen to the world and society in the future? However, human beings will still go from generation to generation. Everyone who comes to this world has emotions. Everyone will be in the communication of friendship. We should not grieve for losing, don’t complain about others for what you haven’t got, as long as we all have a childlike heart of gold, a grateful heart and an open-minded mind to deal with others, it will certainly win the care, trust and respect of relatives and friends. Believe: The true feelings in the world will never disappear! 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. 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