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”. 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Perishable

There is always a trace of warmth left in my heart, remembering those stops, struggles, glory, or unknown happiness. I know that one day it will disappear. I always carry the beauty to commemorate the warmth I once had, the fleeting years, and the warmth with smile-written in the city in June in front of me, the sunshine shines on every corner warmly. The light warms the eyes …… there are some memories resting on the eyelids, which can be easily touched by opening the eyes. Then the bright light seeped through, from the fuzzy one by one. Warmth is a grand time scale, engraved on the back of time, which makes those pale years dissipate hot waste heat, and makes the garden of the soul have bright and bright spring flowers. I like watching the warmth in the tunnel of time. Although many warmth has long been washed away by the waves of time, it has long disappeared. The warmth once bloomed on both sides of the journey, swaying a warm smile. Let the road ahead be no longer lonely. Let the confused heart no longer hesitate. Standing at the end of time and looking at the other shore, those sporadic shining light suddenly warmed my eyes. Thank you for the time, thank you for meeting me, and let you write down warm words in my life book. Day is very calm. Live Light life. The days are leisurely, without fluctuations, without ups and downs. Running water shuttles between sunrise and sunset. I like this kind of life: a relaxed and peaceful life. In the secular life, the trivial and plain things are repeated, and you can enjoy a simple and indifferent life on the day of fireworks; In the hustle and bustle, you can keep a quiet and peaceful life alone, walking slowly at any time, feeling sad and calm. I like walking and stopping, looking back on the road when I came, looking up at the blue sky. I like reading and writing simple words, listening to music, chatting and painting the scenery in my heart. I like traveling, fantasy and simplicity. Time is so quiet, in your own corner, it is safe. Maybe there is occasional loneliness, maybe you can’t find your dream slowly, maybe you will be lonely, maybe you are very tired, or you may be hurt. But we are still standing on the horizon of youth, starting with time and smiling at life. Love life and live a good life. It’s hard to avoid sadness. After being injured, give yourself a slight smile, which is as gorgeous as a flower. Passers-by is in a hurry. In the journey of life, there are always people coming and leaving. Silently miss those friends who have given encouragement and care. Although I left, I still appreciate it. Although I am unfamiliar, I still miss it. Remember what I once inspired and remember your warmth in the years I once accompanied. I like a piece of music for a period of time and miss a period of time when listening to a piece of music. Sitting in a period of time, I miss the palm prints of another period of time. Those years full of colors, time with fragrance. Those who came and turned hurriedly. The light comes, the light goes, and then the light comes; The Quiet Comes, the quiet goes, then the quiet watch. It is said that people with dreams will not be lonely, because they can fly with the help of the wind. Hope, with the soft wind of April, let your dreams fly. I like the bright sunshine, I like walking in the sunshine, I like the bustle, but I wander alone. Everyone is everyone’s passer, everyone is everyone’s miss. Vanishing light years, don’t say goodbye, don’t give up your heart. Fleeting Years, smile to warm, looking for cherish small happiness. Don’t sigh, don’t complain. Pure faith, silently cherish, deeply believe, happiness can be grasped by stretching out your hand. Heart, soft in this piece of beauty, quiet, Tian Tian, light. It is easy to pass away and forget. If so, be safe for each other. 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…

Old Pond

Old Tangqi is my favorite. It is not only the first stop for me to walk out of my hometown, but also the place I am dreaming about. In the spring of 1970, at the age of 14, I took a ship from Zhangshan to Tangqi Middle School to study. Tangqi was in the east of my hometown. The ship was heading towards the rising direction of the sun, but the deep cabin blocked my sight which was not long. In the whistle, I didn’t know that when the ship slowly approached the dock, a big circle had been drawn and the bow of the ship turned west. It was just because of such a small change that I had a thinking barrier to Tangqi’s sense of direction since then. I always felt that Chaoshan was in the north of Tangqi, for example, the black and blue Zhangshan mountain in my hometown is in the north of my home, and there is no doubt that Shuibei Street is in the South. At that time, Tangqi was still a veritable old Tangqi. The same type of architecture in Ming and Qing dynasties, and from Tangqi Middle School to the street, as long as we walk through the playground, Tangqi theater and a short road to the road, we can enter the Tangqi block like a corridor bridge. This was the first and the deepest impression that old Tangqi gave me: walking in the street, I could not get the sun or rain. The uniqueness of old Tangqi also lies in those lanes which are short or long, bright or dark, quiet or noisy, wide or narrow, curved or straight, exposed or secluded, it is said that there are as many as 72 and a half. I didn’t count whether it was accurate or not, and it should be more than that in my impression, because at that time I went to my classmate’s home in the town, and almost every home was in the alley. There were several door openings on both sides of a secluded Long Alley, and I walked into any one, either the patio or the hall, or the three-in-three-in-five-in-five-in-one carved high-wall old house made me small instantly. The old Tangqi architecture shows some kind of introverted, closed and even once-for-all ideological tendency of Tangqi people. It is a world of Qin brick and Han tile walls. Its overall layout, space setting, functional Division focuses on the internal requirement of living in peace between others and themselves and not committing crimes against each other, which meets the psychological needs of Chinese people to be conservative, precautionary and harmonious to some extent, it also seems to be the same as the orientation of self-cultivation of self-protection and inner peace. Seen from the outside, old Tangqi seems to have no single buildings with special impact, blocks and alleys, all of which seem familiar. This may be the characteristics of old Tangqi buildings, such as Chinese traditional paintings, its focus is on the picture full of artistic conception, which does not pay much attention to the volume, modeling and perspective effect of a single building, but often devotes itself to taking individual buildings as units, group effect extending on plane and space. It seems that there is no famous garden like Suzhou in old Tangqi, but I think the Tangqi itself at that time was a huge garden architecture. The quiet dongxiaohe, xixiaohe and Shihe divide Tangqi into several areas. Rows of benches called beauties depend on the bank built by stones, and stone bridges one after another on the river, it presents a kind of graceful and graceful state, and the microwave is weak. Bridge and River, dock and boat, Eaves and beauty, are a kind of static and dynamic complement each other, is the reflection of old pond habitat loose and clear, quiet and elegant, it highlights the humanistic temperament of the old Tangqi which is clear and natural, transformed and coordinated, and expresses the artistic conception of the old Tangqi feeling and scenery meeting, meaning and image. Just like Chinese landscape paintings, what they show is charm, spirit and implication. More than 40 years have passed quickly. When people today after more than 40 years are like me, recalling the old Tangqi that has passed away, a new Tangqi is growing rapidly. As a pilot of small city construction, Tangqi is welcoming its another glory with unprecedented enthusiasm. Indeed, Shuibei Street, which used to be just the leftover material of Tangqi, has now become a hot tourist attraction after renovation, but Shuibei Street can only be a bridge legacy dream of old Tangqi. And the reconstruction of xishitang Street is more like wrapping a layer of specious wood skin on the foundation of a piece of inferior furniture, which is similar in shape but not in spirit, and has a bad taste but a bad taste. Without the Alley of the old Tangqi, the old house of the old Tangqi, and the figure of the boatwoman beside the old Tangqi Canal, the Tangqi in people’s mind will not come back after all. It is impossible to rebuild the ancient town more than 40 years ago. Moreover, today’s people have accepted foreign houses and are working hard on row houses, longing for villas. The road of urbanization of the new Tangqi cannot be the road of vintage, and the old Tangqi is destined to die. When another new residential community with the style of France as the selling point appeared in front of Tangqi people, someone said that the old Tangqi was really over. However, I think that when today’s Tangqi people have accepted the lifestyle of Westerners and some of their ideas, especially when they have accepted their culture, why can’t a Western-style small water town be accepted? Western architecture emphasizes the external space, and calls the central square the living room of the city and the living room of the city. It has the intention to transform the interior into the outdoor, which obviously reflects an all-encompassing mind, very open. Isn’t this the characteristic that the Tangqi people who have grown up in narrow alleys of several generations should graft? Westerners attach importance to formal logic, pay attention to realism, rely on demonstration, and pay attention to reflecting geometric analysis. They emphasize more on symmetry, concretization and simulation of geometric patterns in the artistic conception and overall layout of architecture. Most of the fountains, waterfalls and flowing springs in Western gardens are magnificent and dynamic, showing the unrestrained, flexible and enthusiastic character of Westerners. Isn’t this what the regular, introverted and implicit Tangqi people need to change? In terms of layout, composition, artistic conception and other aspects, the regular Gardens in European continent give people a sense of broadness of vision, magnificent conception and romantic sentiment; While the geometric gardens reflect the opposition between heaven and man, the thinking habit and spiritual idea that human beings can surpass the heaven and distinguish the heaven from the human beings. In a sense, it reflects the extroverted and aggressive behavior pattern and value orientation of Westerners conquering nature. Taking straight, exposed, large scale and majestic as beauty, such as wide and flat lawn, huge open playground and magnificent high-rise buildings, all emphasize the analytical property of curves and geometric figures, straight, open, exposed and so on are undoubtedly the important features deeply contained in it. Isn’t this what the new Tangqi people pursue after more than 30 years of reform and opening up? Whether it is the old pond in my dream or the new pond under construction, it is my love. But the city of Rome was not built in one day. It took 600 years before and after the construction of the Cologne Cathedral. The construction of the new Tangqi could not be so fast and efficient, and it could be done slowly. Once the bridge collapsed, the house collapsed, what architecture and culture are all nonsense. At the end of the digression, let’s take it as nonsense. 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I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Miss

Because 10 yue end talent test, 7 to 8 yue feel pressure also little, so every day on chi bi re xian and prose online, has written ten several poems and prose autumn night recollections, I also read articles and replies from literary friends every day. It was only one month away from the exam in late September that I was really careful and devoted myself to the review of professional knowledge. But Chibi hotline and prose online always attract my attention like magic. Every day when I see the computer, my heart is always itchy, and I always want to turn on the computer to see the elegant demeanour of literary friends. Every time my lover saw me as if I was not willing and willing, he scolded me that I really didn’t know whether to live or die. I was old and had a bad memory. You could learn more than a dozen books and surf the Internet every day. After finishing the exam and dealing with the remaining affairs of Shenzhen, I rushed to Shenzhen on October 26th. I have been in Shenzhen for 2 months because of my busy business and no computer, so the figure of Chibi hotline and prose online can only appear in my eyes during leisure time, you can only recall your appearance in dreams. When I turned on the computer, I saw the Chibi hotline and prose online that I was longing for all day long, and saw the familiar names one by one. A warm stream attracted my heart. Chibi hotline and prose online really missed you! Are you well? Spring elimination 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…