Spring sleep

I always think March is the best month of the year. If I color all the months, I think March must be pink. When I see March, I will think of the peach blossom. The wind in March is very soft, and the wind is not cold on the face; The rain is very thin, and the moisture is silent. Today’s Spring Festival, the North is peach blossom red pear flower White, the South is kapok with osmanthus fragrance, the South and the South spring colors are different. I like the pink one in March and the blooming flowers in spring. In recent days, maybe the news has been read more, such as the Kunming incident, the Malaysia Airlines incident, and other various news events, which make people feel anxious and angry. News from all over the world is spreading everywhere every day. Even my dream was full of tense atmosphere. It seemed that many people were having a meeting or listening to some speeches in a hall. At the end of the meeting, many policemen poured into the front door to prevent people from doing destructive activities. The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense. People rushed to the direction of the door as if something was going to happen. I followed my friend and ran out. There were several doors, and there were fewer doormen beside me. Suddenly, I couldn’t stand again while running, watching others running out. A policeman stood around him, and his heart suddenly settled down. It seemed that Su Wukong made a circle with a golden cudgel. All around was safe, and the tense nerve was slightly loose. When I was in a daze, I saw a man running and someone was chasing and beating behind me. My heart jumped into my throat, and I became nervous again. When he found that there was disturbance, the policeman beside him threw a stick quickly. The man running in front of him took back to the pursuer for a while. After the rain-like stick rain, A group of people squatted or sat in the injured place before stopping. Later, the dream went elsewhere. It seemed that I went home and picked up something to eat. I didn’t sleep well this night, and I was dreaming at random. I was woken up by the children who had the morning class at and wanted to continue to sleep. I just replied to the poem that I slept in spring and didn’t know it. I heard birds everywhere. Because there are birds singing tactfully outside the window of my residence everyday, compared with the caged birds, their singing is more free and cheerful, which is more pleasant. I had a Night’s Dream, listening to the morning song and spring rhyme outside the window, which made me more sleepy. It was almost time for the workers to go to work. It was already past eight o’clock when they sat up and dressed slowly. It was already over 9 o’clock when I sat down to work. I really wanted to have a good sleep, and there were so many chores waiting to be dealt. How many people are as busy as ants like me and have become slaves of life, and how many people are willing to do so? How many people are forced to be helpless? I remember that my first job was a storekeeper of a factory more than twenty years ago. In the early 1990 s, many enterprises were in recession, and the workshops were often in the condition of stopping production. As a logistics staff, they do nothing at work every day. For the sake of tens of yuan’s salary, they work eight hours a day to sign in on time. I helped in my parents’ small restaurant in the evening, and the family was far away. The class was always late for sleeping in the evening. Several times I was criticized by the factory director, so I naturally had nothing to say but to lower my head and be punished. Once the factory director criticized a few words seriously. Seeing that I didn’t say a word, his tone eased and his face gradually showed a smile. Later, he knew my specific situation, It will not be investigated like that any more. Later, it seemed that I had never been late. Once in a meeting, the factory director unexpectedly said that my situation was special and understandable. Unfortunately, not long after I went to another factory, that factory closed down, and the former factory director died suddenly because of any illness. The workers in the factory were all scattered, and everyone lost their jobs. Some pushed for three rounds, some sold sugar Haws, and some set up stalls. In the reform and opening up. Turning Point, these laid-off workers who lived at the bottom had a hard life. Many factories in small counties, including some famous enterprises, went bankrupt one after another, including the second craft factory I went to, the factory was empty. Maybe our generation is lucky, because we are young, we can move forward in the storm of reform, go out bravely and create a new world for ourselves. But in the generation of our parents, most of them are old and young. Most of them can’t go out and can only make their own lives. Laid-off and unemployment are not a blow to them. Now that generation of them has stepped into the ranks of old people, relying on meager pension or living on subsistence allowances? The country’s policy of getting richer is getting closer to the people’s hearts. When I went back to my hometown during the Spring Festival, I met accountant Lin from my former factory, the mother of my junior high school classmate. I heard that her husband passed away several years ago, and she has been selling snacks for many years. I didn’t feel very satisfied when I saw her birth. From her black and thin face, we went to work together more than twenty years ago. Accountant Lin was very particular about wearing it and cleaned it up neatly. Now she is just like an aunt in the countryside, and she is not very particular about wearing it. It can be seen that the hardship of life has no time to take care of other things. I can’t say a word of comfort except sigh with emotion. If spring is compared to a person, it must be a schizophrenia patient, because her temper is good and bad. She can let people experience the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter in one day. It is still hot to wear short sleeves at noon in the morning and spring, and it is cold and empty in the afternoon and another season comes. She has to put on winter clothes again at night. No matter how hard winter is, you have to make room for spring. You see, the grass is green and the flowers are blooming. I really want to have a good sleep, leave everything aside, let the thatched cottage sleep enough in spring, and let the spring sleep unknowingly. 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Heart

These are my dreams of places in the northwest and people I have never seen before. I don’t know whether the real northwest is the same as what I dreamed about, but I hope it is really like this. In my dream, there are still boundless grasslands, sometimes Gobi, sometimes dry and bald grasslands, sometimes grass-yellow jungles, and sometimes only rows of swaying jingcao are left, and the yellow sand flying in the air. But the smell is different. Sometimes it pricks the nose, sometimes it gives off the smell of hay, sometimes it gives off the smell of different jungle. But what is more emitted is the original flavor of Northwest. In front of me was a large grassland. What was strange was the combination of grass green and grass yellow, which was really strange. But if you think about it carefully, you will find that there used to be many cute sheep and animals I don’t know where to eat the food given by God quietly. Looking from a distance, it gives people the impression that the grassland here is like a piece of blue and yellow floral cloth, which gives others a very comfortable feeling, and there is really no desolate smell at all, walking slowly with a soft sound of clicking on the grass, there was an incredible peace and comfort in my heart. I think this is the power of grassland. There is still fresh and dry smell in the wind. After a careful smell, it seems that you can still smell the smell left by some animals. A flock of sheep is not far away, and the scene is not the same as before. It is closer to the original grassland flavor. Not far away, there was an old back. He was holding a sheep whip in his hand and shouting at the sheep. There is also a pipe Rod tied around the waist, swinging back and forth. Looking at these striking objects, you can imagine that he was driving sheep and shouting on the grass once. Sitting on the side of the grass, he sucked the pipe Rod hanging around his waist, making a sound of snoring. The sheep were not far away from him, and sometimes the sound of the sheep’s neck ding dong ding dong came from him. There is also a picture of the wind blowing and the dust flying. This picture is so comfortable, I really want to experience it. I didn’t go up. I just looked at him not far away. I didn’t want to interrupt him to think quietly and his inner peace. And I stood there, feeling the peace he brought me….. Turning around and walking towards the deeper grassland, the grass here seems to be more vibrant than the grassland seen in front. Moving forward, what suddenly came was a large patch of trees. They were not as fat and moist as the southern trees. They only had tall bodies and green yellow leaves, which looked very strong, it is not inferior to the trees in the south at all. It gives people a very shocking feeling, like a very upright person. The voice here is also very special. However, there is no rich and colorful voice in the southern jungle, and I think the voice here is mostly contained in the nature of art, which has a feeling that silence is better than sound at this time. There is no southern bird fragrance, cicadas singing around, and the sound of pedestrian laughter…… But there are only the sound of trees blown by the wind, the sound of yellow sand flying, and sometimes the sound of vultures screaming…… There is a strange feeling in my heart, accompanied by a happy mood at the same time. Walking all the way, I sang a song on my feet: click click click. I think there must have been someone passing by, but it was just in a hurry. It also adds a temporary voice to this place. I have a very happy feeling. This voice belongs to me and is also given to them. Walking, I feel this land is becoming more and more fat. Looking at the scenery in the distance, I thought whether the Forest was endowed by Heaven or artificial. But the scene in front of me suddenly made me tremble. Not far away, there was an old man bending his body. The shovel in his hand gently dug the soil, and then gently put down the seeds of the trees. Then he continued to plant in the next place. He didn’t feel too tired on his face, but gave people a kind of comfort. No, it should be said that it was a kind of happiness. He made me excited, and I immediately thought of an animated short film “The Shepherd who planted trees” that I liked very much. I respect and admire this old man like a shepherd. This place is different from the dream. This is the real northwest vision. I have a friend who loves traveling. He told me: in the desert in the dusk of Northwest, he had seen the jingcao in autumn and winter dyed golden, those camel sheep made a sound of drumming around their necks accompanied by a slightly cold wind, and a flock of sheep and animals he didn’t know moved forward slowly. Nothing was taken away, only the rolling dust and smoke were left. There were also wild geese flying in the sky. In the breeze, the jingcao gently swayed, and the whole autumn and winter became more and more yellow. He said: this is the most beautiful northwest he has ever seen. 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”. 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