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A man with two children doesn’t know how many roads he has to walk to recognize the responsibility on his shoulder. Up to now, I haven’t found the answer. For a long time, a woman who has no blood relationship with the children has been silently watching the growth of the two children. She surf the Internet on time every night to learn about the life and study of the two children, every day when the new semester starts, the two children will receive the new clothes she sent from the distant South. She is always looking forward to me bringing up the two children as soon as possible. And she herself has been suffering from pyelonephritis. I know clearly that she is using her short life to do something for me and my children, every time I wanted to send her some kidney-tonifying medicine, she refused one by one. Unwittingly ushered in the Valentine’s Day, this day is her 42-year-old birthday. Today I want to write a love letter, but I don’t have the romance of the composer, so I write the love letter on the staff; I don’t have the literary talent of the essayist, and write the romantic story of Roman. I only know that in the past few years we have known each other on the Internet, our feelings will never be lost to any couple who recorded their feelings with literature. In front of the moonlight, the language is obscure. What will the future be like? I don’t know, actually it doesn’t matter. As long as we are old, it will be better than anything else. Silly sister, let me tell you, don’t tell the children those silly stories we used to be on the Internet in the future, don’t say that you have been a silly brother with outstanding surface and fragile heart in your life, let alone how difficult it is for us. I know you have prepared a lot of complaints, why I surf the Internet every day and don’t take good care of my two children? Why I talk to too many women who can’t take care of them and talk to you? What am I amorous and romantic, what love you don’t understand? How much can you save me some face! By the way, it was Valentine’s Day and your birthday again. I should have done something for you, but I still don’t know what to do. I will give you a silly sister, you have worked hard! By the way, I want to write a love letter for you, but I don’t know how to write it, and I also forget those lingering words, then give you a smile! Oh! I remembered that I once said that I would give you a sweet kiss on the day when we were destined to meet each other, for sure! At that time, I will give you a birthday for your whole life. 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. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Way

There are scenery along the way. The moment I opened my eyes, I saw your parents smiling happily. When I was five years old, I went to the auditorium to watch a movie that night. I pretended to be asleep. You carried me behind your back, said and smiled, and went home with your feet deep and shallow. This journey was unforgettable to me. Sometimes, when I suddenly look back, it seems that I can return to the silly and innocent me before. There are scenery along the way. As soon as I stepped into the school gate, I saw a group of lovely and lively classmates in your primary school. Along the way, I won one hundred points for the first time, won the first prize, was criticized for the first time, and shared and shared with you for the first time. Day, pull out bed long untouched carton turned up. Between hands up and down, I smelt something but nothing, savored it carefully, and suddenly felt excited in my heart. Oh! I chuckled,, picked up a yellow paper, this is my primary school 2 grade plate with familiar tender handwriting, some contorted but without losing innocence. At that time, I was ten years old, and it was the age of innocence and misery. When I came back to my mind, I searched everywhere, but there was no one left. There was a kind of emotion in my heart that “my face is old, and the moment is beautiful”. It turned out that everyone is leaving each day forever! There are scenery along the way. You taught me that Confucius knew what he knew, what he didn’t know, and what he knew. I am honest about my learning attitude. Knowing is knowing. If you don’t know, you should consult your teacher. Don’t deceive yourself. And you are the teacher who gets up before the sun wakes up. With your company, the gate of Chinese characters and the ocean of English became the glorious scenery of my study. There are scenery along the way. When I stepped into the turning point of my life for the first time, a group of strange and enthusiastic people invited me to go to my colleagues ahead. With your company, my youth life shines brightly. A thing came back to my mind, and I gently held it up. My eyes were a “letter of breaking off friendship”. In those years, I was at odds with my friends, so I tried my best to write a book in a fit of pique (the writing was not so fast). I looked at those illogical sentences on the paper and laughed loudly. Things like “Breaking Up”, “never getting along with each other”, “never breaking the River” and so on, which made me feel cold, I don’t know how I thought of it at that time. The next day, I got along well with my friends and hung my shoulder. This letter can only be used to press the bottom of the box. Suddenly there was a sense of instant enlightenment “I am like an old man at dusk, recalling old contacts”. I looked at the scenery along the way, and my eyes slowly flowed out some glittering liquid. I was very happy, because the scenery along the way accompanied me to grow up. Life comes and goes in a hurry, my old days, the laughter and laughter that have never faded away, those familiar faces, all these are so clear and visible, it seems that youth is always there, the memory is still fresh, nothing has changed, but I still stand on the stage of youth, making the music of life Classic and sing all the way. 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”. 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…

Night

Facing countless lost nights, too many emotions, too many associations, too many memories and many profound changes in life are directly related to this. I remember that I once wrote such a poem in a prose poem. Night is the soil of my life and dream is the cradle for me to realize my ideal. Yes, over the years, every step I have taken is related to it. I not only gave time to it completely, but also gave my whole body, mind and thoughts to it. In a certain sense, it is the witness of my life growth. I like the night, not from the beginning of the phenomenon of having life, but from reading a book at the age of 18. That night was in my memory, and I couldn’t forget it. To be exact, that night was the beginning of my life growth, and the cornerstone of my soul fission afterwards. That night, I not only learned to think, but also learned to be quiet and take a walk lasting for two or ten years. Therefore, for the night, I always have a deep attachment and deep gratitude. I think: without the guidance of the night all the way, maybe my life is still as pale as paper until now, without any record. It is the night that helps me to get up from the Valley of life, help me to accompany the literary fragrance and have a blind date with nature. The night is dark, it is easy to make people lonely and lonely, the night is long, it is also easy to make people emotional derailment, soul shell, night is silent, silence makes people faint, suffocating and unbearable. As for the understanding and various experiences of the night, I believe that in everyone’s heart, it can be said that there is a different taste. Taking myself as an example, when I first faced the night alone, my heart was always in a state of anxiety and panic, and I was at a loss of what to do, so that I felt depressed and hesitated as Mr. Lu Xun said. It was a book that saved me from the boundless darkness and made me re-examine everything around with my life. My soul seemed to mature like melon and fruit overnight. I began to learn to accompany myself and talk with the starry sky above my head. Of course, I chose to talk with my soul more often. Time goes by slowly, but the soul slowly stretches, and it blooms and bears fruit. I want to say that I can have such spiritual quality today is not my positive attitude, but the life choice made by the darkness of night. To be honest, at that time, I was not only shallow and ignorant, but also impetuous and playful. I had nothing to do all day, idling around, fighting, swearing and doing bad things, which was just as common as usual, I often make my mother angry. Looking back now, I really don’t believe that I should be that kind of person, but fortunately, I didn’t cause much trouble, and it was also possible to move from darkness to light in time, find the tree trunk to rely on and the starry sky to make life look up. I woke up. The night was no longer terrible, nor did I let my heart lost. The starry sky hovering above my head became the guide of my future behavior and the ladder of climbing. A song “meditation” brought by violinist Ma Sicong makes my night purer and gentler. Every time in this moment, my thoughts are like petals with rain, dancing and flying one by one, and then falling down one by one. In the light, my heart was as quiet as water, wandering leisurely in the sea of books with the beating notes. An orange lamp accompanied me silently, becoming a scenery line comparable to the Moonlight. Time goes by, the soul rises and falls, and naturally opens and closes. Zhang Ruoxu, a great poet, walked towards me with the brisk rhythm of the night of flowers and moon in the Spring River, especially when I heard the sentence that the river and the sky were all clear and dusty, the lonely moon wheel in the bright sky and who’s boat tonight, where, the heart is especially beautiful and quiet. It is amazing for the poet’s delicate brushwork, rich Association and profound artistic conception. Of course, the verses of the great poets Meng Du and Zhang Ji also came to us: how many flowers fell when the night came and the wind and rain sounded. Dive into the night with the wind, moistening things silently. The Hanshan Temple outside the Mushroom city, the midnight bell to the passenger ship and so on all gave me endless space for thinking. They moisten me like honey and milk, making my soul from barren to rich, from rich to self-overflow. In short, life can live poetically, starting from the night, starting from learning to be quiet and calm. Night, no matter what others think, but I believe that I am always lovely and amiable, because I clearly know that in my life experience, the impression it left on me was always quiet and gentle, just like my mother’s embrace, which gave me comfort and encouragement. Especially at that turbulent age, it taught me to walk, drink tea, read, look up, and most importantly, let me learn to be quiet. When life learns to be quiet, even wherever I am, whether the environment is good or bad will not easily change the place where life trusts. Yes, the years are long and the night is long. Time has changed my appearance, but it can’t change the good habits brought by the night. When I reach middle age, my mood is like looking at the moon in the court, and it is empty, no longer like the ignorant young man who was arrogant and greedy in the past, what I want to do most now or in the future is to cultivate myself in the back garden of my life, cultivate the spirit of greatness, and then start the dialogue with the soul, release the night brings me recalling the past and getting closer to the spiritual quality until I get close to the starry sky I expect! At this moment, the night was dim, and a crescent moon was resting on the window bar. I sat quietly in the light, and the beautiful melody of Ma Sicong rang again in my ear. He took my thoughts to the past, snow elimination in distant 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…