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For many years, I like prose, but few people know it. Like Lao She, Lu Xun and Zhu Ziqing. But I can never compare with these literary giants. I know that I am just a common people who can’t even count as a character. But people must have dreams when they are alive, no matter how humble they are. I still need to start from the school when I liked prose. At that time, between maths and Chinese, fortunately, I chose Chinese because I always felt that maths was useless. Of course, this is just my personal opinion. As a boy, he always likes to write and write things. At that time, it was always bad in the neighborhood. A boy should be crazy and noisy, it should be …… I was born in a city which has been known as the small south of the North since ancient times. The four seasons are distinct and the climate changes are obvious. Therefore, I had more opportunities to see the magnificence of rain, the pride of Frost and the purity of snow. I thank God for giving me the weather. I said that I like writing things when I am free. Actually, my handwriting is very ugly. At least I think so, even my uncle who loves me the most says so, so I plan to write here, write and draw in this small world, and be yourself well. Fortunately, I didn’t give up the habit of writing after all. For many years, because of laziness, when something I want to write comes out in my mind, I always say it casually, which also leads, after so many years, the sentences I left were only a few lines. In a blink of an eye, several years passed like a blink of an eye, but I, after all, have been doing nothing till now. I sighed in the world, in the world of peddlers and pawns. I am a very casual person, I wrote wherever I thought, I don’t talk about the clue or the train of thought, so I think this is the prose in my understanding. When I was young, I always felt that our county was so big, so I was always very excited when I went to live in my uncle’s home in the county every year. I looked forward to seeing the world I expected, high buildings and endless stream of people, I also expect to hear the peddlers who were different from those in villages and towns …… so I think this is the world. It’s so big that I dare not go out alone, for fear of losing myself in an alley I’m not familiar with, for fear of meeting bad guys to cheat me away, so, the world is broad in my eyes, which makes me dare not touch, as if a monster dare not touch the forbidden place enchanted by the mage. The desire now seems to be, is good. I grew up slowly. I saw a lot and understood a lot. I suddenly understood that I thought it was the County of the world. It was very small, very small, and the small one could not hold a person’s heart. Later, after graduating from college, I chose to go far away from home. For the first time, I deviated from the small town, the dream and the world in my heart. Human Desire is the most terrible. Greed, ignorance and arrogance are mixed together, which is enough to make a person lose his mind. Before leaving, my father told me to find a job to do, to be diligent and willing to endure hardship, to work for others, to swallow the breath, the boss told me to do well and be smart, they didn’t explain it, so they did it when they saw it. I did not know how my father understood it at that time. On the long train, I remembered the song “Wish you a pleasant journey”, whose lyrics were short, simple and full of deep feelings. From departure to arrival, I stood by the train gate and cyclically sang this song. Before writing this article, I once chatted with my old friends and said that I always wanted to write something. To be exact, it should be trivial. Later, I decided to write it. Even if no one reads it, I am writing an article every day, telling the truth that is not reasonable and listening to the story that is not a story. To be honest, people are more important than perseverance, but I am always not persevering enough and I like to give up halfway. Old friends said that since you like to write, you should write it. If you don’t understand others, you think you are talking nonsense and playing piano. There are always people who can understand and like to understand. Therefore, I insisted. From an ignorant young man, I hope to be white-haired …… freezing three feet is not the cold of a day, but the work of a day. I like the articles written by Mr. Lu Xun, with a little irony in the atmosphere, like hail in the snow, which makes people unpredictable and eager to try. When I was young, I couldn’t understand it. I didn’t know what the master was talking about and what he wanted to say. Later, when I grew up, I read his articles and felt that he was indeed a Genius of China for thousands of years, there is also Pu Songling, who is similar to master, who writes Strange Tales from a lonely studio. The difference is that one writer writes stories and the other writes ghosts and gods. The same thing is that they are all talking about society and current situation. Late at night, I wanted to write more, but I didn’t know where to write the next sentence, what to write and how to write it; So, I wrote as I wanted and sent as I felt. In addition to writing, I didn’t realize that I had any other hobbies. For example, if it was hard to calculate, collecting ancient silver coins and walking back and forth along the road without any trouble could be counted as well. Hehe. Collection, when it comes to investment, but since I was a little fond of it, I have not earned much money. I think that the people who collect ancient coins are familiar with the ancient and modern times, and know the history, which really makes people appreciate it; when I was free, I always walked back and forth along the road, talking about exercise, but I seemed to go to the crowd, shops on both sides, taste the ups and downs, and taste all kinds of life. Long juvenile, fear antecedents dangerous? Like water, ask who dares to bet tomorrow? A cup of tea narrates a period of past events; A column of incense burns out the flashy world. May you enjoy the scenery leisurely, just like the Yan beside the Yangtze River in the afternoon. May I be like an old woman in the countryside after dinner and have a hundred words of leisure to taste my life. 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…

Lingnan

My neighborhood there are 100,000 people, District of flowers and trees, Four Seasons lush, lush, Southland numerous species many I can’t call on name, but in many species in, kapok trees have different elegant demeanour and charm, and they are planted a lot. I can recognize them soon. In spring, a tree is orange red; In summer, it is covered by green and dry leaves; In autumn, the branches and leaves are bleak; In winter, the withered branches and cold trees. The four seasons of the year show different colors, which are amazing, exclaiming and admirable. There are many kapok trees beside the road around the river in the community. From a distance, the tall trunk stands tall. It is much thicker than the surrounding trees, not as deep and steady as pine and cypress, not as enchanting and elegant as willow branches, it indeed exudes a fearless and straight vitality. What is hard to figure out is that all its branches seem to have a magical power, which is extending up tenacity. Looking closer, you will find that it is covered with a layer of scattered and hard thorns all over its body. It is said that kapok tree is the embodiment of a loyal military general in Yelang country in ancient times. Because kapok tree has a tall crown and long spiked teeth, which makes it hard to climb, so we can only watch its splendid heroic appearance, so kapok tree is also called Hero tree. Looking at the kapok tree in front of me, I couldn’t help thinking of the TV series “The Spring of kapok”. The theme song “Goodbye missed lover” sung by Li Yihui was so beautiful, in the deep and shallow light and shadow, the hero and heroine written by the screenwriter Donghan performed a sad and beautiful love story, which was even more touching and tearful. Now every time I pass by the kapok tree, I will smell the smell of annual rings and the dark fragrance of fleeting years. My mind carries a kapok, passing through the space of time and passing through thousands of heavy smoke water, gradually drifting to the campus in the north. I once met in the purest time, spent a good time in my youth, separated after my college classmates, left calmly due to bad circumstances. Since then, I have never returned to the end of the world. Leave only a wisp of dark fragrance, only a thought, only a trace of lingering. Fallen Flowers are intentional, flowing water is ruthless, I put her in my heart. As time went by, the calendar could not turn over the page of heartache; I just couldn’t let her go, I just thought about her life, and I just thought about her health? The reunion of the Internet, two pairs of each other, can not depend on each other; This life. It is a mistake that can not be intertwined. In this life, she is at the bank of Bohai Bay, and I am beside the Pearl River Bridge. Her shallow eyebrows, deep calls, light eyes and deep feelings. We are not fairy tales after all, but cartoons that I missed all my life. They are the traces engraved in my heart forever and the unforgettable ties in my life. Time is like water, and there is no breath, no trace at hand, and it has been a long time. Life is like dew in the morning, most of which are bitter days. During decades, there has been no sorrow or care. Looking at kapok in the desolation, it is swaying and colorful, with dark fragrance floating and lingering. When Spring goes and autumn comes back, the stars move and turn, with no words and heartbroken feelings. If you want to be hurt, who can look haggard. Lingnan kapok always confides its fragrance to its fullest, sending out sweet fragrance, which attracts many poets and visitors to praise. Kapok is so big, but without any consideration, the bright red petals are tightly connected, so strong,. Beautiful flowers like flames, even if the flowers fall, still looking up at the blue sky, without any petals separating, just like a pair of lovers, never separating. What kind of boldness it was, it had reached the point of scattering dust, and it was not sluggish or faded, and it was a hero to say goodbye to the world. I can still defend this integrity to death. Kapok does not need any green leaves to set off. It has no cover, no grandstanding, no affectation. It will show its unique elegant demeanour and Bloom its brightest smile, flowers one after another are like clusters of immortal flames burning on the branches, as well as faded burning clouds, making the land of Lingnan bright and dazzling, just like lovers, without any decoration, the care is very beautiful, love is also very real. Standing under the tree, holding each other with both hands, the flower must have been familiar with my gaze every time, quietly catching the subtle and charming charm of my mind, the little bunches around the red, sucking the soft sunlight quietly, the beauty in the fog or the beauty in the sunshine are all the concerns of love and happiness, which write the persistence of this life. Looking up, the kapok tree bees fell in love with the fragrance of kapok. The Beautiful Kapok fell down in the wind from time to time and fell on me. I picked up kapok happily and put it in my hands carefully, put your heart in the flowers, fondly looking at the swaying flowers on the kapok tree, looking at the bank of Bohai Bay, looking at the white clouds flying from the blue sky to the north, thinking of the kapok in the distance like (prose editor: drops of ink hurt) 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…