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When mentioning hermit, you will think of the fisherman written by Liu Zongyuan. Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of paths are gone. Boat suo li weng, fishing alone trees and snow. The fishing of hermit doesn’t care about fish, and the snow of cold river can also catch all kinds of interests. This poem was learned when I was in primary school. When I grew up, I fell in love with another one of his poems: the fisherman stayed beside the mountains and rocks at night, and Xiaoji Qingxiang burned Chu Bamboo. Cigarette sales, Sunrise, no one can see, it is a sound of green mountains and waters. In fact, there is another sentence behind this poem, but I always think that the artistic conception of this poem is very important only with a surprising word of green mountains and waters, so until now, I really can’t recite the latter sentence. Green mountains and rivers, all are silent, but the boat has fallen into the sky with a sound of oars. Only the mountains and rivers are so green. How silent, lofty and leisurely it is. Numerous and complicated life, fickle society, daily necessities, oil and salt, steel and cement, can’t help themselves. I always feel that Hermit only lives in the words of ancestors, in the articles of Qin poetry, Jin character and Han Dynasty, in the prose of Yuan Dynasty in Tang and Song poetry. This is an era without masters, and it is also an era that cannot retire. A few days ago, when we traveled to the Small Three Gorges, the tour guide said: in order to repay the support from all walks of life, the local government provided tourists with a free tour of the Small Three Gorges. After saying that, a Wupeng boat written by Lu Xun came and sent a set of red life jackets for each of us, so we went on the boat happily. The tour guide is a local, dressed in red ethnic costumes. He sang a folk song for us first, which aroused everyone’s emotions. Then he said: I hope everyone can support them here. He has a small three Gorges commemorative card in his hand, ten yuan each, and then he starts to distribute it. Although we felt awkward, it was only ten yuan when we thought about it. It took 30 minutes for the Wupeng boat to go back and forth to the Small Three Gorges, and we also enjoyed the intoxicating scenery along the way. It was not much more than ten yuan. Instead, we felt. So I bought all of them. After counting the money, the tour guide went to the stern to get a bamboo hat coir coat and said that he could wear it to take photos. Someone immediately asked: is there any charge? Answer: No. But nobody paid attention to that coir suit. My elder sister tried her best to urge me to wear it. I was shy and didn’t dare to wear it in front of a boat of people. The elder sister said: I will take the lead for you. So I volunteered to put it on and put on two poses, because my elder sister was a little fatter than me, it would be funny to put on a coir, and some people laughed. They smiled, and the elder sister said I would not wear anything after taking photos. The elder sister was helpless and sighed: I tried it on for you, but you didn’t appreciate it. I also feel sorry for my elder sister, but due to my personality, I have to feel guilty. Boat still carry on, water green jade, was glassy. Cross-Strait cliff rise steeply, like the wall. Guide lobby: There are many families growing corn and potatoes on the mountain. If the golden rape flowers on the top of the mountain didn’t give off the smell of human smoke, I really couldn’t believe that there would be others on this cliff. In the midst of doubt, a loud sound of suona came from the Silent Valley. Looking through the sound, a cave suddenly opened in the middle of the cliff which was smooth as a wall on the left bank, it could be seen faintly that there was a man sitting in front of the table and playing an unknown song. We were shocked instantly. Hello! HELLO! Everyone kept shouting, and the ship slowed down. But the man was as if he hadn’t heard it, with the same posture and tune. The boat was drifting away, and I couldn’t help turning back. I don’t know how he dug the cave on the cliff, why he lived on the deserted hillside, and why he turned a deaf ear to our greetings. Maybe he was tired of the ordinary life. Except for mountains, water and suona, there was nothing in his eyes. His songs are integrated with everything in the world, and we disturb his peaceful life. On the return trip, I passed the cave again. The cave was still there, the table was still there, and the bed was also there. Only the people who played suona were not there. People with good deeds shouted again: Hello, come out! But in the quiet valley, only his own Echo was ringing. The famous poem of Liu Zongyuan suddenly appeared in my mind: Hey, it is a green mountain and water. Now, music stopped, only see green water such as, Jebusite may have at the top of the mountain. This long journey, I enjoyed a lot of beautiful scenery, but what I couldn’t forget was the hermit on the Small Three Gorges. He could endure loneliness, live a light life, play simple songs, eat green food and adapt to his mood. How strong his heart is, it must be full of wisdom. Many people say they like this kind of life, but they may not really go there. Monotonous and lonely, night and loneliness, not every ordinary person can defeat. The encounter with hermit makes me believe that there is still pure land in this world, not only in the nature, but also in our soft heart. 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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On December 26th, 1992, at the foot of the Pagoda Mountain, along the Nanchuan River, colorful flags fluttered, Yangko twisted, waist drum shook the sky. With the sound of the whistle, the first steam locomotive drove out of Yan’an station. At that moment, deafening cheers, at that moment, how many people shed tears excitedly. At that moment, Yan’an ended its history of no railway. At that moment, I came, A group of railway people who worked together with me in Yan’an arrived. Yan’an city at that time looked old and simple, and simple houses with scales were built on the road beside the railway station, the freight yard at the entrance of the second junior college was filled with oil steel pipes and fracturing sand, and the semi-trailer pulling the pipes was roaring through the bumpy road in front of the station with yellow dust. Early morning 6 when, when Xian to Yan’an 8161 passenger train arrived in Yenan, Station Square crowded, bustling, and windy road border, a slip Hawker loudly hawk, on the honeycomb briquette stove, a steaming pot of lamb chop was steaming, and the long pancakes on the trolley were covered with Cage cloth. Sitting on the small bench, a bowl of sesame oil and mixed noodles was floating on the low table. In Yan’an at that time, everything was so simple and fresh. The old Red Army, which was full of military medals, was trembling and watching the train meditating, hundreds of miles away, the grandmother arrived here by coach to touch the legendary Iron Dragon, which realized her dream of railway. The children in Yan’an nursing home had already been over the old age, and they were dancing yangko with the people in their hometown who saw off on the platform with tears, in the hustle and bustle of people coming and going, we Railway people witnessed so many and so many moved. The time is like a song. For 24 years, we are young and young, and those railway people who came to Yan’an are now fathers and mothers, nowadays, we are still working and living in this red land full of legends and inspirational. At this time in Yan’an, the new station is grand and magnificent. The landmark buildings that have not lagged behind for a hundred years can’t help stopping at Guanlan. The garden-like Square and the front of the station with numerous hotels and shopping malls are spacious and bright, the bustling Qilipu street, every silk, every tiny dot here, we all remember in our hearts like a family of treasures. The time here is not the clouds of the past, because it is accompanied by the youth of our railway people and the rapid development of Yan’an with reform and opening up. We can tell his appearance at every time and the originality of every representative, the excellence of every story is not nostalgia, but the unforgettable origin of our growing up. When rows of flatbed trucks pull oil pipes and machines, when rows of oil Dragons roar across the Jiuyan mountain tunnel and run far away, when rows of joyous and laughters return to their hometowns and embark on their journeys, the railway people working on the platform smiled happily, because we were opening a period of history, because we were witnessing the great changes in red Yan’an. I am a railway policeman, who was responsible for the safety and security of the thousand-mile artery. In the group of Yan’an railway public security office, it crisscrossed in northern Shaanxi and connected the railway lines in all directions, this group absorbed civil servants who came from 34 provinces (municipalities and autonomous regions) to take the national examinations. Their first step in life was here, and his soul was destined to be in Yan’an at that moment. Are you from Yan’an? Is there a railway in Yan’an now? Pagoda Mountain whether also ran donkey cart? Is Hukou waterfall far from you? Do you still live in caves? Yan’an is a magical land, a sacred and desirable place for the Chinese nation. In the past, it gave people poverty and backwardness, and gave people simplicity and primitive. When we Railway policemen went to Nanchang, go to Beijing, Zhengzhou, Chengdu, Kunming to participate in the fixed-point learning training and communication of the railway police, go to fight against ice and snow disasters together, support Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan, fight against rebellion in Lhasa, and security in Xinjiang, our policemen in Yan’an are always so eye-catching. There are teachers and comrades-in-arms of the iron police from all over the country. They all open their eyes and look at us who Mark Yan’an iron police with great interest, they are all greeting and communicating with us warmly. So Yan’an iron police the become the City ambassador, the city a ministry Sebt (Railway Public Security Bureau) 70,000 railway police of traditional education base, therefore, under the personal organization of the leading Party group of the public security bureau of the Ministry of Railways, thousands of representatives from 18 railway public security bureaus across the country began their journey of becoming popular and receiving revolutionary traditional education. Yan’an people like us, the proud interpretation of our Yan’an, so Yan’an, which was famous at home and abroad, began to become bustling. Seeing the beautiful Yan’an in the year of Yiwei, it welcomed tens of millions of tourists. Nowadays in Yan’an, the railway has entered a high-speed development. The West (an) Yan (an) bullet train has brought Yan’an closer to the two-hour pan-Guanzhong economic circle, Shanghai, Beijing, Kunming, Urumqi, Chongqing, fuzhou and other long-distance trains are welcoming guests from all over the world, broadening the vision of Yan’an people. The Xibao high-speed railway under planning will build Yan’an into a port for sale, at that time, Yan’an will realize the dream of connecting the river (Yangtze River) to the Sea (Yellow Sea) within 6 hours. The folks in Yan’an accepted us warmly, and we gradually became Yan’an’s son-in-law and daughter-in-law, just like Yan’an love in the TV series, where we gave birth to children, our children receive growing knowledge in Yan’an School, and we serve Yan’an people warmly here. Our relatives and friends proudly tell them: our children are in Yan’an, Yan’an, I love you, my blood has been integrated into the soul of this land, my heart is everywhere, I deeply love you, my emotion regards you as my mother, my imprint regards the loess plateau as the hometown that I am obsessed. Yan’an, I love you. This is the family affection of our generation of railway people and you, which is hard to give up. This is the fish-water emotion between our railway people’s police and our fellow villagers, this is my second hometown where I grew up. There are my love, my career, my intimate mountains and rivers, simple people, and the smell of my hometown. There is a song echoing in my heart: Dragons pass through mountains and mountains, bringing good luck to the Loess Plateau. Since then, the mountains are not high and the roads are not long. The children of the Red Land gather together. I love you, Yan’an, the railway people of our generation have been rooted here. We live in this land, no matter where we come from? Now we are proud of Yan’an people. I love you. Yan’an, you are our mother. As your children, we are affectionate, loving, I am loyal to you and 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…