Night

Today is my mother’s death day. Four years passed quickly, and the immortal passed away, leaving only scattered memories and endless thoughts for the living. I was the only one missing for the four siblings. They only shed a few lines of tears in the South thousands of miles away, and only wrote a few words to comfort the sorrow. At about ten o’clock in the morning, sitting at a friend’s place, little sister called and said that she had just returned from her mother’s graveyard, and the eldest brother and younger brother had added graves for her mother in person. I called my father at 7 o’clock in the morning. All my family members were busy in the west yard and no one answered. They slept in a daze until more than 8 o’clock. They were woken up by the sound of the machine and opened their eyes to the east window. On the phone, my little sister said that the plum trees in the yard were ripe and delicious, crisp and sweet. I don’t remember whether the plum trees were planted by my mother before her death. I only remember that the fig trees and persimmon trees were born when my mother was alive. Now the fruit trees are still bearing sweet fruits every year. The Man Who Planted Trees has already been gone, leaving only warm memories and thoughts for the living. The business in the store was not so good, so I had more time to read books to kill time. Shen Fu from Qing dynasty had already read the last chapter of “Six Chapters of floating life. The experience of yunniang in the book makes people sigh, especially the fate of yunniang makes people full of melancholy. Good books make people feel personally on the scene, and the rough fate of the protagonist touches people’s hearts, which makes readers feel uneasy. I haven’t been worried about an irrelevant person for a long time. I saw my mother’s shadow from Yun Niang. In the past, my mother often refused to see a doctor because of minor disasters and minor illnesses. Chinese women are virtuous and generous, it is also reflected vividly on my mother. It is too hard to overdraw too much that leads to serious illness. The Dragon Boat Festival is approaching, and the weather is getting hot. There are only a dozen mu of lotus root fields outside the middle school wall, and the lotus leaves in the pond are infinitely clear. Maybe the lotus flowers will be different in the sun in a few days. I went out for a walk in the evening and walked through Uncle Lin’s garden. A faint fragrance flew by, smelling the strong fragrance, which was Jasmine. That afternoon, my family were all taking a nap. I was not sleepy, so I came to uncle Lin’s garden again. Under the mango tree in the small garden, countless snow-white jasmine flowers bloom in the middle of a large clump of green Jasmine leaves. Fragrant Snow jasmine, these four words popped up in my mind. I think the word fragrant snow is the most appropriate for Jasmine. There are also two basins upstairs. Sometimes I pick a few and put them in the room. The whole room is dyed by fragrance, and one flower can smoke the fragrance of one room, this ancient poem should be the best portrayal and praise for Jasmine. I also like soaking Jasmine in a transparent glass, watching Jasmine bloom in the water, making a cup of jasmine tea to drink, making every cell of me have the Fragrance of Jasmine. 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…

Factories

Lily flowers bloom in summer. Thanks for the spring flowers, the summer flowers bloom. However, the elegant figure of those two lilies during the Spring Festival still flickers in my memory. Before the Spring Festival, the festive atmosphere of the festival is getting stronger and stronger. Colleagues brought a bunch of lily flowers with buds and asked everyone if they wanted them. I was totally unintentional, just carrying two pieces curiously and funnily. One pink and one pink. I bought three thick green rich bamboos and found a glass bottle to insert. Studio southeast. Put the glass bottle on the floor under the window, and there is no need to take care of it. The busyness before the festival seems to be for better leisure during the festival. Do things anxiously. Before the year of the unit, there were awards, condolence activities, purchases of new year items, cleaning of home and office hygiene, and counting the number of new year greetings during the festival. In the uninterrupted busy trifles, I occasionally look back at Lily. I was a little surprised to find that the tightly wrapped petals were gradually and quietly opened, and the slender and long buds became a little round. On the morning of New Year’s Eve, as the door was opened, a faint fragrance came, Wisp, if continued, if broken. The white lily completely bloomed. In the warm winter sun, on the long flower pole, among the green leaves, four pink petals surrounded the yellowish brown stamens with an elegant smile. The flowers are plump and generous, and the petals are pure and flawless. The flowers are pretty and elegant. In such a crude place, with a little sunshine and a little temperature, she unexpectedly opened up, which was so beautiful. Colleagues were attracted by flowers and fragrance, and all came to appreciate them surprisingly. Work overtime for three days during the Spring Festival. Lily changes one day. The White Lily is getting bigger and bigger. No spots can be seen on the white petals. Bathing in the warm sunshine in the room is like a graceful fairy, Noble, elegant and graceful. The Pink Lily has four flower buds. Bloom one by one. The flowers are gorgeous and the petals are delicate. Aroma is more and more strong. But not so strong. Inadvertently, the fragrance is surrounded. If you want to pay attention to sniffing, the fragrance does not seem to exist. The first time I saw lily blossom. Surprised that her openness was silent and her appearance was so elegant and glittering. In the beauty like jade, in the dense fragrance, it seems a little happy to work overtime this Spring Festival. Lily gives me happiness, and where is her happiness? Maybe it is in the process of blooming, just in the wisp of fragrance. Finally, I’m going to have a holiday. For several consecutive days off, what about Lily? I’m a little worried. The winter sunshine passes through the window and fades into mottled and interlaced shimmer on the delicate petals. The green leaves of the rich bamboo were shaking comfortably beside the petals. With the company of rich bamboo, Lily should not be lonely. Besides, she still has her own heart. A little tired for a year, a little tired. However, considering the environment that the following working faces, the leaders who face deliberately make troubles and reduce salaries are doomed to be unavoidable. Whether you like it or not, accept it or not. Outside the window, the warm winter sunshine is covered by gloomy dark clouds, and the warm early spring breeze is replaced by the cold wind. I miss the lily. Is it pink and white? Is the pink one fully open? In fact, no matter whether you miss it or not, Lily is only in full bloom. Every flower is actually quiet and lonely. Quietly blooming, quietly withering. But in the process of blooming, we enjoy and enjoy the happiness of blooming. Enjoy a process. It is happiness, it is happiness. There is no regret when it withers. Thinking of those two lilies, the extremely beautiful beauty, and the fragrance deposited in the bottom of my heart, my anxious heart gradually became quiet. Lily is also known as the cloud-shaped fairy. Florid is Purity. Her quiet introverted. Unique and quiet, symbolizing independence and self-improvement. Flowers have the strength of flowers, and people should also have their own strength. Whether it is survival or life, it is meaningless in itself. What I may do is to live silently and add some oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea to the dull life, such as inserting a bunch of lilies, see the blooming process. I was doomed not to understand and could not hear the sound of lily blooming, but I saw her beauty and beauty and the process of blooming flowers. Isn’t this also a kind of happiness for me? Why care about the ending? To survive, we should live more. Take what you face as an inevitable process of survival and an exception of life. In this way, isn’t it better to survive tenaciously, to enjoy a different taste of life, and to understand the meaning given by time? This year is the end of this night, and next year I will urge tomorrow. This festival passed. Come if you should. Take what you should bear calmly and calmly. But the heart is already different. Listening to the bottom of the living flowers blooming sound, listening to the tedious life flowers blooming sound, is to use a peaceful heart. Summer. Thanks for the spring flowers, the summer flowers bloom. Lily in memory is still in full bloom, bright, bright and elegant. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) 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…