World

I have been idle at home for more than half a month, and I have been staying at home all the time. I can even count the number of times I go out with my fingers broken. It was not because of the bad weather, but because I was relatively suitable for traveling some days ago. It was just because I was a house. Even if I had time and mood, I didn’t have the eager desire to go out. Of course, I also know that even if I go out, I can’t go far away. My physical condition is there. I can’t walk around the square for one or two times, so I am eager to be carried to my home and lie down, fortunately, I am not a person who can’t stand loneliness. At home alone, I can still be at ease. Unlike my husband, I can’t go in the crowd for a day, just like an eggplant beaten by frost. Although I am a resident, it does not mean that I do not love the nature. When I was young, I was also keen on traveling. Compared with the cultural landscape, I prefer to go everywhere in the mountains to see the green scenery and catch some butterflies among flowers, it can give me great happiness. People’s needs are different. Some people love thrills, while others love peace and comfort. There is no reason to force others to accept their own lifestyle. Four years ago, when I came back from climbing Mount Lu, my waist was painful and my legs couldn’t fall to the ground, which made me find the severity of my illness. I understood: in this life, I’m afraid I won’t have any chance to travel any more. Of course, there will be regrets. Every time I mention it to my family, I will cry occasionally. Indeed, the world is so big, but I will be imprisoned in a room. Seeing my tears, my husband would comfort me, saying that when he had time in the future, he would drive me by car. Even if he could not travel all over the world, he would certainly take me all over China. I know that this is probably just a distant dream. When will he have time? Even if he finally had time to accompany me one day, I might have been dead long ago. I smiled and said to my husband, “Are you taking my ashes all over China? When my husband heard my words, he said I would say all my disheartened words. It is not that I deliberately say discouraged words, but that I am worried that such a beautiful thing cannot be achieved by myself. I have never believed in the things of relieving thirst and drawing a bottle to satisfy hunger. I once said in my office that I wanted to go to the desert alone and the grassland. The colleague smiled and said: If you go to travel, you can go to travel. Why should you emphasize on going alone? Yes, why should we emphasize a person? Because, I think it is even harder to find partners in the same industry than the scenery. Instead of being with noisy and boring people, it is better to enjoy the beautiful scenery alone. Of course, this is still a dream. No one takes care of my body, and it is difficult to move an inch. Therefore, I simply broke all my thoughts and stayed at home wholeheartedly. Fortunately, now is not the isolated age in the past. If you don’t go out, you can know everything in the world; If you don’t go out, you can enjoy the beauty of the world. Internet is really a good thing, and books are really a good thing. I am still happy without leaving home. Every flower is in full bloom and every leaf is sprouting, which can make me excited. If I can’t reach the nature, I can also create a small nature at home. When my husband went out, I took him to the door. My husband went home and I welcomed him back. Waiting is also a wonderful feeling. Life cannot be less hopeful. The world is so big that I can’t enjoy the beautiful scenery; The world is so big that I can’t walk. But I am willing to stay at home, waiting for a promise, waiting for a sweetness, waiting for a love. 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…

xue qu

It is really the end of the year, the TV is playing up, the New Year goods in the neighbor’s house are piled up, and the joy of friends returning home is filled with, which makes me always feel compelled by time, when I was turning the calendar page by page, a large number of snowflakes fell down in the gloomy sky. I always liked the snow. Mei Xue loved both, not only because of their cool beauty, more because of their self-esteem. The topic seems to be too far away, so we ‘d better turn around. Once the dusty memory is opened, there is always a kind of light growth sorrow. That was more than ten years ago, the age of being ignorant of the world. Living with parents in a small yard of about 100 square meters. That was not the place where I played with my companions, and the yard next door was not only big, but also not blocked by walls, so it became the place where we played. It snowed a foot high in winter this year. The colored glaze on the eaves drooped down long, and the cold wind was cold. Adults hid in the house and didn’t want to go out. They didn’t know what the cold I am, ignoring the rising snow, removing the strong dissuade from parents, walking outside like an old lady, and shouting the name of his friend with loud noise. After a while, they walked out from the four neighbors one after another, just like me, their red little faces were rippling with cool joy. We put our hands into the snow to wash our hands and see how the snow slowly melts under the temperature of our hands. We carefully watch their shapes and colors with our palms one after another. We use snow to knead into balls and throw snowballs to each other, after playing all the tricks with the snowstick, we stopped panting and used our intelligence and wisdom, and then came up with a way to play. I suddenly shouted: Why did you forget? We make a snowman? Good! But who will? Everyone looked at each other, and I was also asked. Just pile it up, whatever it is good or bad. Therefore, everyone made snowmen in high spirits. First, they chose the location. Everyone thought of the open space beside the big tree in the yard. Just do what you say, and the little friends pile up as they wish, and they all take care of what their masterpieces are. At the climax of our interest, a stern voice came: What are you doing!? Our hands shivered for a moment, and we were stiff there at the same time, looking at where the sound came from. Uncle Wang was standing there staring straightly. Look at your pile of things. How adverse. Quickly a ruin. Only when we were stunned did we think of seeing our own masterpiece. It turned out that the snowman had become a grave, just like the youth in the grave that we have remembered till now. We couldn’t help being panic. After eliminating the grave three times and five times, we broke up unhappily. Such a cheerful smile and fearless play have never been seen before. Enjoy the snow, it seems to be the first and last time. I will never return after my childhood. After that, she yearned for the snow and thought deeply about the bleak artistic conception of the snow which was extremely cold. When she came, she waited and watched quietly. She thought about it all the time. As she grew older, the craze for her gradually filtered into elegant and extraordinary light, and recalled and imagined her from time to time. 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…

No

This was a busy road. At more than in the summer morning, the sound of the car had already been everywhere, far and near, with ups and downs; Or sprinklers, ambulances, fire engines, all passed by here, and there were also horns criticizing police cars to maintain order, it was so busy that it was difficult to superpose and the neighbors were furious. Even in the late night, there were also big goods which carried coal too much. They screamed strangely and roared. They passed by the city without peace and persecuted those newly-entered residents. Therefore, the number of mental anxiety and mental disorder should increase. The remote dyke roads in the suburb are much more quiet, and the cicadas are dry in normal days. In the rivers covered with green shade, they become an ornament, which reminds the lonely river bank with a little bit of a reminder, to give the men and women walking a little drunk romance, let the dull people who pass by here specially enjoy the leisure time of wandering on the road of summer heat and the coldness of the river, I recalled the sweetness and rare leisure of my childhood nap. Although the Dyke Road is more flat than the road, and there are often mud marks and water traces of summer rain, it also adds the sentiment of stepping across. Everything is more primitive, and even there is the image of thousands of years of bosom friends accompanying. The wind is always drifting, sometimes appears, sometimes without a trace. I don’t know whether the wind lacks love, and there is no news about it in the hot summer, even if its rumored words let the trees in the streets dry up, and let the traffic on the Avenue rise; Whether the wind really lacks sincerity, just stay in the north of Shuo, or just in the flood area, flatter? I speculated the anxiety of the wind and gradually understood the melancholy of the wind. I knew the treacherous and tangled chaos between the soil that day. I pray for the wind in the dark and stuffy corner, and advise my dear people for the coming of the wind. For the coming of the wind, I resist the evil thought of containing the desire to die, the ubiquitous and almost incomparable intrusion. Listen, I heard the prayers from the north and south comrades, I heard the prayers from the European counterparts, and I even heard the faint and bright prayers from the island country that I hated. Spring elimination snow 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…

In cloud

In the very cold morning, flowing water surging in the clouds, the sun was still hiding behind the clouds. At breakfast, I told Xiao Bao two interesting things happened yesterday, and Xiao Bao kept having fun. One thing was that I went to Songjiang to do business yesterday. I sat in the car and read Zhang Xiaoxian’s novel “Beauty Dew”. After a stop, I simply walked in the wind. Another thing was washing my hair last night. I used hand sanitizer as shampoo. At the moment I was about to wipe it on my hair, I realized that I was wrong and washed it off quickly with clean water. My hair avoided a meaningless ravage. Xiao Bao said that I think you are stupid when reading books. I said a psychological activity of the heroine Xing Lu in “Beauty Dew”: only a rose can be counted as a day. Xiao Bao curled his mouth and disagreed. OK, OK, you go to eat your roses, I will eat. Oh, well. I admit that I was immersed in reading as if I was addicted to it. I almost thought about literature when walking and lying, and even dreamed about it. A few days ago, I also had a funny dream: I had a big yard in my dream. I planted all kinds of plants and plants in the yard, and built something like a screen in every other plant room, my favorite poems were engraved on them. I worked in the yard. When I was tired, I just looked at the poems in front of me, which was different from the taste in my heart. I knew I was building a manor of soul, and I needed to step on the land. I still want to talk about yesterday, after finishing the work, I went to Cheng Shifa art museum again. I like some of his art theories very much. For example, art has no laws, no laws, and having laws is not art, when painting flowers, you should often see flowers. Flowers should match people’s characters, and you will love flowers as well. Art creation must break through others’ things to create your own things. These comments have greatly inspired me. Art is interlinked, which is also of great benefit to my path of literature. Fortunately, the Museum of Art is holding the exhibition of pen and ink art literature of Cheng Shifa, which is the selected project of the Ministry of Culture in the 2014 National Art Museum collection boutique exhibition season. Happiness surged in my heart. I focused on some private collections and some letters and letters about art theory from Mr. Cheng Shifa, which were extremely precious. There is also an interview video about Mr. Cheng’s art theory near the door. The interviewees are all famous figures in contemporary painting circles, and they are Mr. Cheng’s friends or disciples. They sit there quietly and enjoy them, it is really very artistic atmosphere and enlightenment. Among them, there is Ms. Chen Peiqiu, a 93-year-old painter, who just won the sixth Shanghai Literature and Art Award. She said in her acceptance speech: Thank you for the city of Shanghai, over the past 60 years, I have been nurtured by this cultural city and made some achievements. Shanghai is equal to my mother. This is sincere emotional. But at this moment, she talked about Mr. Cheng Shifa’s art in the video and her understanding of art. She seemed to have fairy spirit, quiet and energetic, showing the heart of literature and art, only with devotion and gratitude, bold absorption of various sources of art and courage to make progress can we make greater breakthroughs in art. I carefully recorded the artists appearing in the video: Chen Peiqiu, Lin Ximing, Min gengcan, Wu Yongliang, Hu Zhenlang, Wang Guanqing and Wang Dazhong. Among them, Mr. Min gengcan is a Korean and a student of Mr. Cheng. He is humble and hard-working, and has been devoted to the artistic communication between Chinese and Korean cultures, which is amazing. The inkstone in his hand was especially precious, which was the inkstone of Song Dynasty. Mr. Cheng carved a message to him, which made him cherish it very much. It also showed Mr. Cheng’s generosity and love for talents. They all talked about the influence of Mr. Cheng’s artistic accomplishment and personality on them. In this way, a generation of Masters not only reached an extraordinary height in art, he is also the model of the latecomers in the cultivation of life, which deeply touches people. His calligraphy is also good, and he has his own style. The verses of Yuan Haowen written by him are natural and ever-new, and I like them very much. At the exit, I got the latest issue of “art between clouds”, which was the last one, which made me feel very happy. The preface is “The autumn is full of eyes” written by Mr. Wang Mian. I remember that writers association held activities in the water expo garden in summer. Mr. Lu Piao, the poet, told me about Wang Mian, who were classmates in middle school, the talent is very good. It is very good to read his prose today. I knew that there was a Si Si perch garden at the former site of shangshufang, and the screen wall was Lu Ji’s “Wen fu”. I didn’t have time to take a closer look at it, and this Huating pavilion made me miss it so much, this cloud is also like the water cloud in my heart, which makes my heart full of flowing water of literature and art. 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…

Flowers

On the rockery covered with creeper, a blooming rose grew unexpectedly. In this spring season, it inevitably makes people shine at the moment and even have some surprises. On the rockery behind the house, Creeper is growing crazily, almost covering the rockery walls. Looking around, the green waves are rippling, and the drunkenness is strong. Some time ago, when I was appreciating this refreshing green, I was surprised to find that a pink flower was hidden in the green leaves of Na Cui. The flower is similar to the Chinese rose flower, so I guessed its name accordingly. The branches of flowers have long been surrounded by Creeper and disappeared. That flower is so lonely and open, which seems too small in a large green leaf and is not easy to be perceived. If I hadn’t admired that delicate green leaf, and my eyes were always wandering on the rockery, surely I wouldn’t have this great discovery. As the saying goes: red flowers still need green leaves to help. Only against the green leaves can red flowers show their nobility and beauty. Only with the embellishment of red flowers can the green leaves shed its soft beauty and charm. However, the green in front of us was too strong and unobtrusive, which almost submerged the existence of red flowers. On the contrary, there was no charm of red flowers and green leaves reflecting each other. In my spare time, I often stand on the balcony, overlooking the glowing green and looking for the enduring red. Unconsciously, I felt pity and reverence for flowers. The flowers bloom hard and tenacious. The rockery was originally a Shale Hill. In order to save the trouble of opening the mountain and splitting the land, the developer poured a thick layer of cement slurry on the surface, which was called rockery. Rockery is hard and barren. Developers planted trees on the hillside and creeper on the mountain wall. I don’t know whether this Rose was planted by the worker’s master unintentionally or intentionally. Now there is no significance of research. Anyway, it has taken root and sprouted there and blossomed. To grow on the mountain wall, first you have to put the root into the hard land under your feet, then you have to compete with the vigorous creeper for nourishment and moisture, and finally you can bloom the flowers of life, although the flower seems insignificant in the dense leaves. Flowering is the instinct of green flowering plants. In the blooming season, these plants seem to have excessive hormones, which are so charming and charming. They are fully displaying the beauty of life and sublimating the meaning of existence. The flowering of this rose may be much simpler. It may only be conveying the message of life to the outside world, but in any case, it survived and blossomed in such a harsh environment, this itself is a gratifying thing. The flower was a little thin and weak, like a child standing on tiptoe, watching the outside world above the leaves, dancing against the wind sometimes and laughing at the sun sometimes. I used to lie on the balcony in order to overlook the dazzling green. Now, I am looking up at the flower that inspires people to forge ahead. I blamed myself for not watering and fertilizing it, but praying for it silently in my heart. The flower seems to be through humanity, and it is always flowery there. When the weather is sunny, the petals curl up a little haggard; When it rains, the eyebrows are tender and plump; When it is late at night, the flowers fall asleep with the breeze; When it is dawn, the flowers spread incense with birds. A few days later, the flower began to wither and finally thanked. I felt a little pity. Flowering and fading are the everlasting truth in nature, but I think the tenacious flowering period of this Chinese Rose should be longer. When there are no flowers, I always feel there is something missing in my heart. Therefore, I often went to the balcony and stared at the place where flowers once bloomed. These days, I found that the colorful butterfly seemed to become sentimental, and I had to linger in the flower-thanked place every day, dancing for a while and staying at the tip of the leaf for a while, it took a long time to fly to other places. Until yesterday, I was surprised to find that there was a small red flower, which just bloomed from the flower bud, as pink as a newborn baby. Looking at the balcony, the flower seemed to be close to my eyes at a distance of seven or eight meters. For that flower, I have no previous expectation, because it has already blossomed in my heart. Praise in 2015.4.23 (prose editor: indifferent) 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…