Fortune-telling

My family has been a farmer for generations, and there is nothing left on my ancestors. And my grades are the same as my ancestors, leaving nothing. Although I was in the first year of junior high school, this opportunity was to find an acquaintance to pay some money, but I failed to live up to my mother’s wishes. I studied in the first semester of the first year of junior high school. In the first semester of the first year of junior high school, I followed my dead father’s big apprentice (also my little uncle) to work in the South, at that time, working was relatively popular in most of China, and I myself caught this bus. I didn’t think culture was important at that time, but I gradually felt the importance of culture in the current information society. For such a period of time, I felt that I had no knowledge or culture, so I called my mother to discuss what kind of books I wanted to learn and didn’t know what kind of books I would buy, but my mother didn’t know which book to buy, and that stage passed like this. Time passed like this, and the bud that I wanted to learn in my heart was still sprouting. I always think about what to learn and what classes to enroll in. It is also good to learn knowledge, which will be useful in the future. Really pays off. In an encounter, I saw a training school recruiting students not far from my job. I think this is an opportunity to go forward and consult, which is for the needs of those who want to learn. I became a student there the next day. I still remember that day when I went to the first class. When I came to the classroom, there were already several classmates sitting in it. Some of them also had laptops in front of them. In the center of the platform is an old blackboard, and the one placed on the left of it is like playing a movie. Now I know that it is called projector which is like playing movies. There is a laptop in front of the projector. Oh, isn’t the teacher sitting in front of the computer who said he would teach us when I signed up? He seems to be preparing something for class. I looked at the surrounding environment of the classroom, and someone was shouting, and the class was over. I didn’t know it was time for class until then. In this way, I also found a seat like other students. The teacher came on stage and began to give lectures. First of all, he shook the computer that had already been opened a few times. Computer is an indispensable modern tool in our present society. It can record many of our things, such as the homework we have to do, articles and diaries written by everyone. So when you hand in your homework and articles later, you will hand in the floppy disk and USB flash drive. It is best for everyone to have such a computer in the future. The teacher kept talking about how good the computer was. I was also attracted by it, thinking about how to tell my uncle that I wanted to sell a computer. It was over ten o’clock after class. It seemed that I had to tell my uncle about buying a computer the next day. In this way, I called my uncle the next morning and told him why I wanted to buy a computer. My Little Uncle refused and said to me that he couldn’t go to school at home at that time. Now he has been working for several years and still wants to learn something and what use it is. I didn’t persuade my little uncle on the phone. I went to work in such a low mood. When our school should have classes in the evening, I still went to the classroom accurately. Although my little uncle didn’t agree, he was thinking about how to have a computer. You can see an extra laptop in the classroom every day when you go to class. It was Sunday, and I would report to my little uncle every Sunday. Let him know that I am very good and obedient. Every time I went to my little Uncle, I was happy, but this time I was not so happy because my little uncle didn’t agree to buy a laptop. After lunch, as usual, I would take a nap here. I slept until three o’clock in the afternoon. When I got up, I was ready to tell my little uncle that I should go back. My little uncle told me that I should remember to take the bag on the desk when I left. I glanced at it out of the corner, and my heart was full. Isn’t it right? Is this the computer I want? I suddenly stood up from the bed, and there was some water sliding on the ground, I touched it and sat on the ground, which cracked my ass. Yes. It was too late to hurt, so I walked to the table in two steps. I picked up the bag and unzipped it. Oh, it was a laptop. My little face is as happy as a flower. I asked my little uncle when did you sell this computer, and I didn’t know. My little uncle told me that it had been sold for two or three days, just waiting for you to come to me on Sunday, so as to surprise you. My good little uncle will never let me down. 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…

Father

After thinking for a long time, I wanted to write another article about bamboo, but I didn’t know how to write it, so I decided to search the prose about bamboo on the Internet and click the search content, “Random Thoughts of bamboo inside and outside the wall” popped up on the website. I looked carefully and found that it was actually the text written by myself. The world was full of beautiful memories of encounters. Because of the working environment, the bamboo outside the window is always close at hand. Now, dancing in the wind, jiongna is colorful and green. In May, the curved Hsinchu, however, was like a girl with tender feelings and water, showing all kinds of tenderness, tranquility and elegance; The verdant and straight old bamboo, like a wise elder, was neither grandstanding nor overbearing, open-minded, unadorned, soft and unyielding. If I have planted bamboo myself, maybe some people don’t believe it, but it is true. More than twenty years ago, the bamboo that went down with his old father had already become a forest. I heard from my brother that the bamboo forest was green, straight and tough, which was his main source of income. When I went home to sweep the tomb on Tomb Sweeping Day this year, the bamboo shoots that my brother brought to me could be judged to be strong and robust. What made me a little regretful was that I didn’t go to Maozhu mountain which was far away from home to appreciate her elegant demean. Because this year’s Tomb-Sweeping Day weather is surprisingly abnormal, and the temperature reaches a hot level. Near noon, it makes people feel suffocated on the mountain. In addition, the graves of relatives are overgrown with weeds. When weeding, I almost tried all my strength. Under the sun exposure, I felt a slight heatstroke. In desperation, I went home in advance. Seeing my collusion, my old father bantered: even if I go now, I won’t be able to stand the trouble like you. I hurried to dissuade him: you are sick, so you don’t have to try to be brave in such a hot weather! Bamboo is so tough (in our local words, it means tenacious), how can we be better than her? My father said a little unconvinced. Then my father smiled gently and said, “there is a bamboo beside a tomb in the afternoon. You can go and have a look at it. It was the bamboo that I got from the middle school more than a decade ago. Now it has become a forest. Please help me to have a look. Upon hearing my father’s saying that there was bamboo beside the tomb to be worshiped in the afternoon, I was shocked. After having lunch in a hurry, I went up the mountain. When I arrived at the cemetery, I saw bamboo shining with green pine and fir, there are almost no weeds beside the tomb. It is very easy to sweep the tomb. Under the green shade, there is a gloomy feeling, but I don’t feel horrible. It is the power of family affection, or the strong spirit of bamboo and pine inspired me? Perhaps both. Standing in the hilly area, I sighed with emotion and insisted that the Green Mountains would not relax, and the roots were originally in the broken rocks. It is still hard to work through thousands of blows, and the wind is north, southwest and east. Write down the unyielding spiritual quality of bamboo incisively and vividly. Bamboo grows silently in barren mountains and wild ridges. No matter it is the peak Ridge or the ditch, she can survive tenaciously in adversity with perseverance. Liguan was originally in the broken rock, but most of the moso bamboos I saw were in the hilly areas. Moreover, I found that the moso bamboos growing in the rocks were generally not as sturdy as the yellow mud soil, it seems that to reach the agreement between the conception of poetry and reality leaves us space for thinking. When I got home, my father lay quietly on the chair to rest. I put down the hoe gently for fear of affecting his old man’s rest. However, when I passed by the chair, my father still asked;: does the bamboo shoot beside the tomb grow well? Some of them have grown to the graves of graves, but I have handled them all. I replied in a. This good! But from now on, you will go home to sweep the tomb, because now there is also a holiday on Tomb Sweeping Day. Maybe you will sweep another tomb later, my father said softly. What are you talking about? Your task now is to have a good rest! I try to tell word. I gradually pondered the meaning of my father’s words and savored his life carefully. Now, I am still calm when facing illness. As a member of the most common communist party member in the countryside, there is nothing vigorous, the magnificent life resume is like a bamboo growing quietly in the deep mountains and forests, plain but without any extravagant demands. Maybe among the literati, bamboo does not bloom, is light and elegant, and is spotless. She does not want to be gorgeous, and does not want the character of natural nature of undeserved reputation. He can’t sum up. However, the reason why my father lived in the hospital in September (he still braved the hot heat to open the way for the villagers when others were resting, and there was a custom of opening the way in the countryside.), And what he said, how many years can I drive for the villagers? How powerful he was, he interpreted the demeanour and principles of being a man like bamboo with his long life. Thinking of the principle of the bamboo effect, for thousands of years, the bamboo’s elegant character and image have become a teacher and admirable. She always insisted on the Green Mountain, devoted herself to it, without complaint or regret. What is the bamboo in my father’s heart like? It’s going to be a holiday. I ‘d better ask him face to face when I go home! At the same time, I wish my father health and happiness from afar! 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…

Clear Autumn

In October, the red leaves of Xiangshan Mountain should have covered the top of the mountain. Before my eyes were just a piece of yellow leaves falling all over the ground, with mottled marks, scattered in late autumn. I really want to go to Xiangshan Mountain to see the enchanting mountain full of red flowers, so that the autumn of October can be spent in the joyful colors. Walking into the depth of October, the morning dew wetted the weeds on the roadside. For a long time, I like to live with a moist green color. The wind in October gradually brought the cold of the North to my side, which was cool. I think soon, these weak lives will be silent in the cold winter, losing their original elegant demeanour, waiting for the first ray of sunshine in March to wake up again, lamenting that the reborn life is no longer the original flavor, and the heart is inevitably a little lonely. I don’t have the heart to write the pale Qing Qiu, just a little lamenting the short life. Perhaps, the feeling of pity and sorrow disturbed my love for autumn. Or the sad time ruthlessly captured the graceful elegance of life, thinking more about the bleak after the autumn. I feel a little guilty about the obscurity of my soul. In fact, there are many bright scenery in October. In the season of clear autumn, life will still come to bloom with frost, and it will still release its unique charm. Among them, there is no lack of osmanthus flowers and plain flowers that I prefer. You can smell the dark fragrance deep in your heart from a distance, which makes you happy. In the bottom of my heart, I like the silent appearance of osmanthus flowers, which is implicit, quiet and simple and elegant. The fragrance floating from afar was drunk in clear autumn and October. However, it is hard for you to see her swaggering on the branch and showing her charm. The plain flowers were blooming among the dark green branches and leaves, so quiet and soft. It was hard to see her shy face if she hadn’t been searching with great concentration. Osmanthus flowers bloom in the October of autumn, gentle and thin. Such as a warm and cool woman, no more words, no more words, a slight smile, no intoxicated will also have a kind of secret joy. October is such a season that makes people hard to give up, with mature, quiet, but with thoughts that cannot get rid of sorrow. Perhaps, beauty may not only come from the flowery early spring. The beauty of autumn is not only the appearance, but also the agitating feelings deep in the soul. I have read many autumn words. Ouyang Xiu’s “Ode to the sound of Autumn” is a bit miserable. After reading it, I felt a cold chill: Ye Fu! Plants are ruthless, sometimes drifting. Human beings are animals, only the spirit of things. If you feel a hundred worries, you must shake your essence. However, if you think what your strength can’t do and worry what your wisdom can’t do, you should think that those who are arrogant are made of wood and those who are arrogant are made of stars. Why is it not the quality of gold and Stone to strive for honor with vegetation? Why do you hate the autumn sound when you think who kills the thief for it! Its hue is dim, and the smoke fades; Its appearance is fresh and clear, the sky is high and the sun is bright; Its climate is cold, biting people’s muscles; Its artistic conception is lonely and desolate, and there is no anger, the stream is quiet and the forest is empty. Therefore, the sound it makes is sometimes mournful, and the call sign occurs rapidly and cannot be stopped. The coldness makes people chilling. The contemporary writer Junqing once wrote a poem of autumn, which was like a Western oil painting full of blush. Red persimmon trees, yellow orange Hawthorn, a beautiful harvest scene. There is no doubt that this kind of autumn is rich and gorgeous, but there is more tendency of humanistic color. For a long time, I don’t like too obscure or too flamboyant beautiful words. The sad look makes people cry, and the heart will decline in the world of mortals, without the hope of life; But it is as flamboyant as the slogan shouted in the big trumpet of the village in the hometown, looking back, I forgot its reality. The autumn in October is rich and elegant. No matter how strong the red leaves of Xiangshan Mountain are, what is revealed in the paper should still be that kind of carefree mood, even in the cold, it still shows the tenacity of life. Standing in the depth of autumn, she picks her beauty and warms her heart. Thinking of her wounds, I can feel the mighty of life. Qing autumn is a combination of grace and silence, and a scenery combining romance and reality. It is a gentle soft color flowing in the autumn wind. In late autumn, there was no fickleness and no excessive sorrow. I just turn the feeling in my heart into plain beauty, write it into plain life, and feel warm and peaceful in the clear autumn of the fleeting years. In October, in the graceful time and space, I would like to sing in peace in the cool world, not to mention sorrow or grace. Compose a song of autumn, flick the chord with the continuous rain, and walk in the long river of life with the warm Ming Che. 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…

Mining Blue

I often sit in front of the window, facing the building, stunned. Are the swaying trees, fixed houses, flowing clouds, changing sky and tall buildings? No, I really don’t think about anything, even if I think about anything, I can’t understand it. Thoughts like grass like smoke, crazy long but shaky. My wife often sighed that why there were so many talent shows on TV was not like a daze. She estimated that the champion was none other than me; My daughter’s adorable comment was more dull than a daze. On a very common day, after lunch, follow the old rules and die. Suddenly, the cellphone WeChat reminded me of the stereo, and picked it up casually. I don’t know whether it was a friend who had been friends for many years or a friend who was transferred. The title is Heilongjiang’s natural fruits. How many kinds do you know? It seems that the wind blows through my heart, and I feel a little moved and forward it conveniently. I didn’t want to get into trouble, and the sound of the prompt exploded wildly. Click on, refresh the screen, many people forward. Five minutes after rough statistics, more than 50 likes, and numerous comments: What day back try miss, is very miss take us to envy this fruit should only be Heaven have true taste and? Haven’t seen, ever heard of Big Brother is eaten shen xian guo, haha silent pictures picture point to open with a vision of having them in place floating. Blueberry (Persimmon); Indigo (eggplant); Red Bean in North China; Sorghum fruit; Tinker seed; Tomo; Rose fruit; Blackcurrant; Stinky plum laughed out unconsciously, and her daughter came to make fun, although it was floating, but there is envy in my eyes. Delicious? Delicious. Mouth overturned cruet stand. Seem to remember, blueberry and Lonicera edulis eat more dye mouth, teeth. Mountain Choji raw astringent, best for sugar steamed to eat, rose stomach; Sorghum fruit far away smell the fragrance, and a kind of dog Dates said to bear pull it out of the most delicious pure natural green food! Is. Picked? Picked, wild picking. Was it fun? Watch only been to farmhouse picked vegetables daughter, speechless. Home in xiaoxing’an Mountain North Slope, was jurisdiction in Yichun city subordinate of forestry bureau, is a forest farm, now have disappeared. Go back to the home, good for you,-my childhood have nowhere. Where have you been to houses, places, schools, childhood partners and neighbors? That mountain, that tree, that river, you all right? Today of Yichun, forest, Korean pine of hometown, natural oxygen bar reputation, advertising language Yichun hospitality without wine, hold out Green on intoxicating. Regardless of the season, people coming and going, tourism development very quickly. There are also many outsiders who buy property. People who have been there say that Jiangnan is better than others, especially in winter and summer. People have changed, hometown become foreign land. I’m a little offended, it even so beauty. I often reflect on how so lack aesthetic ability, eyes do? Childhood doing again? I ten years of youth here? Deep in mind is a painting, occasionally disorder space-time, casual show. A green, mountains and downs; Lake, sky blue water blue; Scattered pine Silent Guardian Valley, tree thick, mottled, color mixed and disorderly in the grass, clusters of small shrubs unfolding, with fruit Gray of blueberries as small lantern as studded with its branches, glittering, filled with young woman-like temptation. There are sixty-four families in the forest farm. Adult males are unified as forestry workers, and a few females are service workers. Most of them are housewives who look after their own children in different numbers. In my impression, they are all busy. Blueberry, we commonly known as Persimmon, is we the childhood snacks, every autumn have, individual people will in cellar sugar some storage to winter eat, unlike feng nian to see one of the few frozen pear and frozen persimmon, are commonplace. Later, I know it’s called unique. It’s amazing, every family has, but not much storage, because of this, children in each fall have on blueberry longings for. I had mother and plains of blueberry expressed greed. Mother pledge brokenly: Don’t waste things. Pick blueberries is the thing, we eight or nine-year-old front only responsible for Eat. If you want to buy it, absolutely not. Mother patted my head and said: I am always suffering, the water is cold, I will get sick, I will talk about it when I get older. Eager for several years, finally 11-year-old Autumn arrived. Xiaojun, the peer next door, ran and said that he smelt the ripe taste of du Persimmon, and I couldn’t wait any more. Due to fear of mother, can’t said, while her to neighborhood home wedding, we secretly, excitedly with small pots and marched on. I didn’t notice, and my younger brother ran to follow me. Through a small jungle, in the single plank bridge across river, came to the nearest, mother often mentioned a small hills and looking piece of blueberry seedlings, We excited exception. Maybe because of being close to home, there are many people coming here, and the picking conditions here are good. But blueberry quality is barely satisfactory. No sense of disappointment, bent down, carry big, cooked mining, and grains purple blueberry in bowl agglomeration. Picking picking, small Army proposed game, first try, pick taste delicious mining, full particles of mining, can’t bring leaves, can’t knocked fruit gray. Consent. Eyes around search best target, mouth taste sweet acid cool, hand carefully touch, Basin try not to sloshing avoid fruit grain collision. While mining play, unconsciously basin full of the, some regret container with small, irreparable, only knock off. To the family member announce. The spoils of war were brought to my mother, and the expected rewards and encouragement were not received. Mother Care about let me petrifaction, you look after brother? Yes, where is my brother? I look back empty, silly. Mother hand a Huala and rushed out the door. When I fell to the ground, the basin was spilled, and a grain of blueberry fell to the ground, rolling around. Can’t pick up, to keep up with mother, also and submissive, wind toward the mountains. Just into the woods, saw brother sitting in a tree stump on eating blueberries, and wore Khan, at US heartless laugh, purple mouth bares white teeth. When leaves jian huang, pick blueberries of day in true came to, mother prepared picked a no rain days, the still dark, we’re well equipped about on peer to forest. The Morning Dew was very heavy, and soon the clothes and shoes became wet; The mountain road in the forest was very slippery, and from time to time someone fell down, and the branches of shrubs were also horizontally blocked and vertically blocked; more disturbing are mosquitoes and little bite around buzzing circling, can always find you no protection Good place left a string bag. Three four kilometres away blueberries and land, I saw a painting, deeply in the memory in. Before mining, my mother exhorted that the Persimmon seedlings should never be folded, the ripe ones on the ground should not be picked up, and the feet should not be stepped randomly, etc. Now I wonder how my mother’s simple environmental awareness came from, which can only be attributed to the declaration of the Earth. Edge pick concurrent mining, occasionally hit cobwebs paste eye, step on ant nest on with ants itching, feet sank in up to water cool. But more is surprise, found large, larger; Cooked, ripe; Multi-of, more. Children squeak gaggle, adults also watching us laugh, sound in Valley Zhou. Most impressive is once I newly adopted full a basin, missed grass tripped, and all gave Earth. Dreaming now also want to back pick. Noon, large and small furniture all filled with, we triumph. Don’t pick it in the afternoon. According to adults, the sun is very poisonous and will make people dizzy. When I came back home, I didn’t taste it at first, but changed clothes, dried my pale feet, and looked for grass from head to foot carefully, especially my hair, armpits and groin. If found, can’t drag, its body broken, head can still drilling body, cause disease. The common method is to beat the sole until it escapes by itself, or burn it with cigarette butts. All clean up after, taste Labor results, this is the most happy things. That feeling so far people memorable. It’s time to think about new ideas after eating too much. Today, we often see dried blueberry, blueberry drinks and blueberry wine in supermarkets. This is not surprising. We have all tested it. We have also pickled sugar to make cans and added baking soda to make soda, for the skillet juice boil thick put leaves dry on do blueberry gao. My satisfaction is approaching winter follow charm to directly frozen, tastes better than frozen pear more sweet and sour, awesome, exciting. Pick blueberries is hard work-and happy things with age, reading farther and farther away from, pick blueberries day much less, but not broken ever eat. 1987 nian finished university summer vacation, divisions and hope admission day bored, uneasy. It happened that a beverage factory began to purchase blueberry, and its economic value was reflected. The folks were very excited. It turned out that this blue little wild fruit could become the money people needed urgently. I started picking with everyone. I went out early and came back late every day, rain or rain. Day trek dozens of kilometers, legs and feet often by bubble of white, occasionally tumble that. If you are hungry, eat some dry food you bring yourself; If you are thirsty, find a stream or a water bubble to have a drink at will; If you are tired, stand straight up for a while; If you sweat, you can’t take care of wiping; there is no time to scratch the bag bitten by mosquitoes. Time is really money. Containers are getting bigger and bigger; Roads are getting farther and farther; The scope of dabbling is also getting wider and wider; People, is gradually increased; Picking speed are speeding up; Laughter ripples in Valley Hills, the joy of harvest permeates forest farm. For nearly a month, I picked a lot of blueberries. The highest record was six basins a day, more than 100 jin. It was really a miracle that so many tiny and light blueberries could be accumulated. Picking the most difficult is to home, big basin bucket mining full after, a need to move, back and forth round-trip, costs a lot of time, often in shoulder and arm leave marks on the, long time not retreated. At the beginning of the university, I unexpectedly sold more than 170 yuan, but in the 1980 s, the braised pork ribs in the university canteen were only Octagonal. I bought one dime and one Jin, more than one ton, I really don’t know, I was shocked, Too terrible. This crazy behavior was deeply left in my memory. Now, the occasional pain in my leg bones often reminds me of those days. Maybe I will never forget it. Although I had holidays during college, I came and went in a hurry and said goodbye to picking blueberries completely. Taste still have, can feel is down year fruit with green, size also not long enough, taste of the fishes bitter. I gradually dislike eating blueberries. In the following years, when it comes to blueberries, it was the news from my mother that Xiaojun made a lot of money in picking blueberries and bought motorcycles. The three sons of Lao Wang’s family lived in the mountains in order to pick more blueberries and were not ripe yet, there are people everywhere. Persimmon seedlings are broken and trampled in many places, it didn’t work out. Some people occupied the Hill and prohibited others from picking. Some people lost their way and looked for it for several days. Some people had no choice but to fight for it, showing their worries. Not long after I took part in the work, my parents moved to the city where I live now with me. In a flash, more than twenty years have passed. Chores bother, home only with parents back twice, my classmates, friends scattered, I and native place has the alienation. Blueberry is getting farther and farther away from me, and gradually turns into a deep purple in my dream. Not long ago, I contacted Xiaojun through WeChat. It should be called Laojun. I talked all night and unexpectedly mentioned blueberry. Forestry began its industrial transformation in the 1990 s, from logging to forest management. The Forest Farm was merged, the workers were transferred, the small army who took the place of his father was left without pay and worked everywhere. Residents were concentrated in the urban area, and my hometown was abolished and designated as a protected area. There is no mark on the map any more. Now Blueberry has become a scarce resource, which is a good gift. Long wild blueberry place many contracted with personal, was also specializing in artificial cultivation, by this who became rich. It was autumn again, Xiaojun asked someone to bring a jar of blueberry, which was beautifully packaged. I called it the hometown on the tip of the tongue. Pick up one and put it in your mouth. It is neither sweet nor sour, not the smell in your memory. Artificial cultivation, the question is true. My wife and daughter ate a lot, teasing my frown, melodramatic. Melodramatic, this is a classic line in a very fashionable TV series, as if there is anything else in front of it? Dare not to think, not want to think about. 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…

Stand

A day in the morning, spring. Season waits for no man, spring wins gold. Spring is the beginning, and it is also the hope. Spring is thriving. Spring is colorful. Spring is a lovely doll, which spreads Green into the earth. The grass is green, and the green trees are full. We meet with spring and watch happiness together in spring. From the inscription, there are red flowers and green willows waving between the eyebrows of the season; Listen, the gentle spring breeze calls the frozen earth. Spring, colorful, how many poet’s pen room are amazing? How many years have you been moved? Green, the color of life, the verdant color, the words between the pens walk on the green grass, and the loneliness in the heart dissipates in the waving between the pens. From then on, I like to walk through the words like this, mu the charm of Tang style and song rain, and taste the fragrance of graceful and refined words. Look for spring in the words, watch the season with the most beautiful words in the spring, invite the breeze as the medium through the flower buds of the season, invite the fragrance of flowers into dreams, and the fragrance of fragrance penetrates the loneliness in my heart, on the shoulder of the text, the lush tree is graceful. Breeze bursts, in your murmured call, the Earth wakes up and flowers are delicate and charming. You see, the river opened its sleeping eyes slowly under the kiss of the spring breeze; You see, the Willows on the street stretch their waists and show their smiling faces; You see, the rape flowers are yellow, and the delicate yellow is lovable, the rape garden in the new urban area is already full of flowers on the branches, competing for beauty and beauty, attracting citizens to come and enjoy constantly. Flowers are beautiful, people are more beautiful. No, to be exact, the heart of appreciating flowers is tranquil and pure. As long as you appreciate everything in the nature with an ordinary and pure heart, you will find that the sky is so blue, the water is so clear, and the scenery is so beautiful. I followed the warm fragrance of spring and faced the gentle spring breeze. The spring breeze penetrated my heart and hibernated the whole winter mood. A wisp of spring light shone on my heart, walking out of the severe winter, planting green on the budding branches. The spring scenery is infinitely good, and the heart of spring is more happy. The Spring Dream contains warm fragrance. Everything is so natural. The beauty of spring is peaceful in the time of season. I am a woman who likes quietness. She likes to sit quietly in the faint fragrance, leaning against the window, watching the morning glory climb over the branch and blossom against the sunrise, and the flowers fall down in the afternoon, the moment you bloom, you keep beauty in the world. Plain pen grinding, freehand brushwork near the window, beautiful moment, warm mind is shallow in my words. Spring is the season I yearn for. There are my stories, dreams and hopes in spring. I remember when I was in my childhood, when the spring season came, I took off my fat winter clothes and ran to the mountain together with my mother to look for the sprouted grass in the bush of withered grass, looking at those needle-like grass with pale yellow and green peeping out of your head, a kind of joy came into your mind. You danced against the spring breeze without fear of the cold of spring. Childhood memories, fragrant memories, since then, I have a different feeling for the grass. When flowers are colorful, you set off the flowers and never fight for them. Although you can’t grow a towering tree, but the Earth is decorated with the green of life. Speaking of these, the pictures of childhood appeared in front of us. My mother in childhood was always busy, busy all day long, and always had endless work, my mother worked hard for the better life of this family. At that time, I had no playmate and no sisters. I was more melodramatic and stubborn. I had few friends, so I always followed my mother behind me to see how my mother planted grains of rapeseed in the vegetable garden, watering and fertilizing, covering the soil, finally covered with a layer of plastic cloth, I asked puzzled: What role does it play? Mother said: The spring is chilly, and the spring breeze is very cool, so that it can receive more sunshine, and it will quickly take root and sprout. My mother was hardworking and created the green of the garden with her hardworking hands. In the small vegetable garden, there are all kinds of vegetables, such as cucumbers, beans and peppers, all of which are complete. Under the careful care of my mother, they grow luxuriant and luxuriant, hey hey! No longer worry about having no food to eat. Mother said: the vegetables she planted are pure green food, without chemical fertilizers and pesticides. Now it is hard to eat such a dish. The vegetables sold in the city are all promoted by fertilizers and pesticides when seedlings are used for the yield and color of the dishes. Nowadays, for the sake of interests, those unscrupulous vendors still consider whether the commodities they sell are green food or not. When she went back to her hometown in spring, she saw her mother was still growing vegetables. Although she was old, she was always idle. She said: the vegetables she planted were safe to eat. My mother is hardworking and cultivates all the year round. What she cultivates is crops, which is even more hopeful. My mother has only studied for four years, and she won’t tell any truth about life. Therefore, my mother hoped that I would study hard and walk out of the countryside from now on, instead of facing the loess and facing the sky all my life and working hard all my life like her. I remember my mother’s words. In the future, I will study hard and grow up all the way. It is my mother who gives me infinite strength. In the future, on the road of life, no matter what difficulties you encounter, you will face them bravely. Later, after working, I had my own family. Besides, I was busy with work, so I went back to my hometown less and less often. I just talked with my mother on the phone every day, and my mother always told me, I know my mother is caring about me. After getting married, I have been continuing this habit. When spring comes, I often go up the mountain for a walk to feel the warm spring breeze and green grass. I like spring, spring is full of vigour, spring is the starting point of everything, grass grows and warblers fly, light songs and Butterfly Dance, green, light, pure, beautiful, my heart coincidentally likes this kind of quietness. A day in the morning, spring. Season waits for no man, spring wins gold. Spring is the beginning, and it is also the hope. Spring is thriving. Spring is colorful. Spring is a lovely doll, which spreads Green into the earth. The grass is green, and the green trees are full. We meet with spring and watch happiness together in spring. I stand in the spring and think about the beauty of four seasons; I think about the greatness of life; I think about those touching stories in my years. Learn to understand the true meaning of life with a calm mind, listen to the sound of raindrops moistening the Earth, and feel the refreshing relief of the fragrance of flowers. The grass in spring is green, the flowers in spring are thick, the sunshine in spring is pleasant and warm, a note of flower fragrance is warm and long in the old days; A touch of understanding is sweet in the watch of spring; A greeting, flying over the branches of the Four Seasons, you, me and his heart bloom. Text/Chenxi Ruomeng QQ/1277306939 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. 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