Spring yin

It is still winter, the cold air has not gone, and the cold air is blowing! Spring is dense. You see, people are jubilant and full of flavor of the year, which means that Spring Festival is coming and spring is bred. Look again, the sun at noon is warm, and it seems that the spring is shining. The frozen river surface also became loose, and the ground seemed to have cracks. Spring was enchanting! At this time, people went out of their homes one after another to buy New Year goods to welcome the Spring Festival. The surging strength flows slowly like blood. On one hand, the New Year is coming, and the other hand, the spring is coming, preparing for the preparatory work of next spring. As we all know, spring is the season when everything recovers and is also the key season of the year. With the sowing of spring, the harvest after autumn comes; With the bright spring, the quiet beauty of autumn comes; With the dense spring, the flowers bloom in summer. It can be seen that spring is an important season. Once spring is lost, it cannot make up for one year’s achievements. Now, spring is coming, how can people not feel excited? How can we not plan the scenery for the next year? If you want the flowers to be beautiful, you have to fertilize and water them in advance; If you want the scenery to be beautiful, you have to do the previous preparatory work well. Only by sprinkling high-quality seeds in spring can there be numerous fruits after autumn. Only by laying a good foundation can we enjoy beauty. Now we have a superior environment and a broad road, which are all caused by the hard work of our predecessors and their efforts to save our energy. Without the preparation of ancestors, there would be no elegance of descendants. If we want to achieve a bright future, we must hurry up and plan for the future from now on. Without today’s start, there will be no future achievements. Now, although spring has not entered, but spring is dawn, why don’t we have passion rippling, and the heart of spring is everywhere? Why not brew the beautiful season of spring? It is better to have a spring dream now. The seeds of the coming year are bred in the dream. The seeds will take root and sprout only when the spring comes; The seeds will spread when the spring light shines; only when the spring breeze comes, the seeds will turn a new leaf; Only when the spring rain moistens, the seeds will thrive. In this way, our future will not be better! Spring is dense, and my heart is surging! It is the ripples in our hearts. Without reminding, people are also surging, telling the scenery of next year one after another. Just before the time, people can’t express themselves. Their narration is also the intersection of heart and heart, and the blooming of heart and heart. When spring comes, ideological trends will spread. The dense atmosphere of spring actually indicates people’s yearning for and surging for spring. When there is brewing, when there is excitement. In the cold winter, people have long been longing for the coming of spring, which has already aroused the ripples of the heart of spring. Spring is dense, and my heart is surging! It is also the return of nature. Winter is over, and spring is coming. This is how the four seasons alternate! We should make plans and preparations in advance. When the Swallows fly, our mood will be happy; When the season arrives, we will sing loudly. The season has not arrived, and the heart is surging; When the season comes, the heart is flying. At the end of the winter, we should be filled with the breath of spring. When the spring girl comes out, we can come on stage. We will not miss the opportunity or the future, and show our life with great strength. Life has to be like this. Before the time comes, you can walk a good life with a rippling mood. On the contrary, when the season comes and the thought is not coming, how can there be a better harvest? How can we have a beautiful future? Spring is dense and our heart is surging, which is our latent period and also an essential link in our life. Only when you are in a good mood can you pave the way for your 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…

Life

Are you still the girl with low eyebrows and shyness, looking back at the soft water? Is it still the innocent little girl? Is it still the cute one that is so simple that the hair type never changes and only combs the ponytail? Is it still the pure girl who doesn’t apply rouge or powder and likes plain face? The first time I saw it was in a morning full of dew, or in an afternoon with Willow fluttering, or on the winding path of apricot flowers with slight rain. In fact, these are not important. What is unforgettable is the beauty of timidity. As time goes by, Tongshan Mountain contains Dai, drawing eyebrows near the water. Cloud sleeve Shuhao wrist, kiss cuiliu in the red sun. At the waist of the bridge, the skirt is full of sparkling stars. There are three or two places in the thatched cottage, and the barking of dogs still smells. The fence is surrounded by flowers, and Xinyan is busy building nests. A few wisps of smoke came from the kitchen, and a good dream made people drunk. However, you, as weak as a willow, are charming in the waves, the Tinky River. If life is just like the first sight, how good. My childhood toys are full of my wonderful childhood memories. Once abandoned in the corner, it was covered with dust, but now it has already disappeared. Young partners, once laughed together, lost together, dreamlike together, grew up together. Up to now, most of them have gone their own way. Few people come and go around. Along the way, how many friends accompanied us? How many friends left at a certain intersection? I left old friends and made new friends. In the process of coming and going, there are some disappointment, sadness and touching. Pick up those first-seen stars all the way, shake off the colorful flying colors like butterflies, and the warmth will wrap around your fingertips and fill your heart. At first sight, it was a shyness that could not be hidden, hidden or hidden. It was always in bud, green and sentimental, hiding there with low eyebrows. It is so beautiful that it makes people imagine a lot. At first sight, the beauty in bud, it put all the good things in the world, old dreams and new dreams into it. Containing but not revealing, revealing but not revealing. All the unknown beauty and hope are stirring, which makes people unable to stop looking at them and envy them. This extreme beauty makes people involuntarily stand on tiptoe, stretch their arms, and even jump their feet to touch and pick. It is a bride covered with veil in the world of mortals. It is reserved and comes out with a subtle beauty that still holds the half-covered surface of the lute. In front of your eyes, your heart is calm, graceful. It cannot be forgotten, nor can it be forgotten. If we say that waiting for thousands of years, but only looking at this world is a kind of too beautiful expectation; Then looking at and getting drunk for thousands of years is a kind of too beautiful temptation. However, it is this kind of expectation and temptation that makes the first sight more lovely and charming, and makes the charming look pale in front of it. You smiled lightly in May when locust flowers were fragrant; You frowned lightly in March when it was drizzling; You listened in the dream when Catkins were flying; You played the piano in the whispers of Yingsheng and Yan. When I first saw it, I was just like a lotus in the clear water, and my timid dream was enchanted in my eyes. It has not experienced any vicissitudes, nor has it been stained with any dust. There is no entanglement or connection. It is like a holy angel, wearing a pure and flawless halo when it comes to the world. It is as beautiful as pear flowers with rain, plum blossom as glittering and translucent as snow, as charming as peach pollen in March, and as graceful as Willows with thin wind. In the world of mortals, many of the first beautiful things have been dyed beyond recognition, and the original intention has changed in the vicissitudes of wind and rain. The exclamation that everything is different makes the flowers wither over and over again. I really want to freeze the beauty I first saw forever, just there in bud, without blooming or bearing results. Those beautiful hopes are always crowded in it, constantly give people strength and dreams. If life is just like the first sight, what is the West Wind painting sad fan? 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…

Suddenly

Late Autumn, a flash of rain sprinkles on the pavilion. The Sill chrysanthemum is sparse, the well Wu is messy, causing residual smoke. Sad, Wangjiang pass, flying clouds dim sunset. Song Yu felt sad at that time, facing the water and climbing the mountain. The pedestrians were sad and tired to listen to the long water flowing. The cicada is singing the fallen leaves, and the grass is declining, and the corresponding noise is loud. A Song of late autumn written by Liu Yong described the late autumn vividly and blended the scene. I always like autumn, especially late autumn, the sky is high and the clouds are light, the moon is soft and the wind is light, everything is quiet and beautiful, as if living in fairyland. I like this season, especially the brightness of late autumn, the maturity of late autumn and the sorrow of late autumn. It is estimated that this feeling is very similar to the sadness in my heart, and there is a slight sadness hidden in the graceful and restrained. A gust of wind blows from the lake, soft, light, withered residual Lotus is swaying with the wind, floating leaves are swimming around the lake; Some flowers begin to fade, and petals are scattered in the air, there was a faint lingering fragrance; The phoenix trees on the roadside began to shake off the yellow leaves, falling on the ground one by one, adding a few faint desolation to this autumn. Is: wordless alone on West Building, month hook, lonely Indus Shen yuan lock clear autumn. There are many poems and sorrows when flowers fall on the ground. At this moment, I can’t see the osmanthus anymore. The intoxicating fragrance of the other day has disappeared. I searched in the wind, but I didn’t smell the bleak cold blowing out from the cold, it seems to be a signal from late autumn: suddenly autumn is deep! It is not too much to describe this time with the word “cold and clear autumn”. The feeling that forced into the bottom of my heart, with a withered breath and a little bitterness, adds a lot of colors to the previous words, my thoughts passed through the water of the reeds and across the shore. I don’t know that sadness, but have I ever drifted through that window tonight? Those mottled past events, those flowers blossoming and falling, all became the mark of years. After all, they could not achieve a satisfactory result. They could only fill up a poem and continue to write a story. They could only make a period of time to be quiet and beautiful, and. Thinking of this, I smiled. In fact, missing is also a kind of beauty. Fortunately, everything can be as you wish, but in the corner of the heart, quietly, for a long time, put a name. Even if the time is too late, what about Sijun’s white head! In late autumn, it was always a little thin and cold, but my heart was warm again in my palm. I wanted to write some simple words, but I didn’t write about Fengyue or you, but after writing down, I still provoked the lovesickness on the paper. When writing down, I wrote your name and painted it, just draw your face. Those once beautiful and warm are vivid in my mind. I can only fly with the breeze of late autumn. Wish a person’s heart, the white head will not be separated, this is the hope of many people’s heart, and how many people can not reach the dream. Standing at the intersection of late autumn, I suddenly realized that holding the possession in my hands was much more real and appropriate than being far away. Walking in the twilight and late autumn, I gradually experienced the unique beauty of this season, which was not only half fragrant and half thin, but also a hint of hope all the way in the setting sun. Close your eyes and think, life is like this. There are always some imperfections that will follow you. But please don’t complain or sigh. Just listen to the sound of flowers falling quietly, you can hear happiness calling you: a thin coat, a wisp of sunset, the softness of the face blown by the wind, and the fragrance of food. This is beautiful, and this is enough! I don’t know when the sky gets dark. The moon has risen up to the sky quietly, and the clear glow shines on the Phoenix Tree Forest in front of the door, spilling out the ground with tiny wisps. I stood in the moonlight, listening to the silent tears of the frost under the moon, watching the chill spreading over the treetop of the Phoenix Tree, scraping down a few yellow leaves and stepping on the rustling sound. I couldn’t help sighing: After the rustling leaves withered, the rustling face was pale. The wind gently kissed the fallen leaves, leaving a deep feeling. In the depth of time, the moon seemed to shake. The night gets colder, and the Autumn gets deeper. Poet Haizi said: in this world, autumn is deep, what should be obtained has not yet been obtained, and what should be lost has already been lost. 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…

Unforgettable

[Hard to forget] Another year has passed. On the New Year’s Eve of 2015, I think of you again. From the day we met and knew each other in our childhood, you were destined to be written into my lines of poetry; The distance between you and me was 40 years; Leaving you and me the hardships of different lives and the traces of years. Where are you? Although you disappear in my sight and not in my eyes, I never forget you. We sang the songs of childhood together, and we shared the dreams of childhood day and night. My good classmate; Good DeskMate; Good sister; Good bosom friend, where are you. Whether you have retired at home or the Sichuan earthquake has hurt you again and again. At this moment, I want to know your news, and I want to see your childhood footprints in my eyes. From the separation 40 years ago to now, that ignorant care and miss are all in the bottom of my heart. Miss you is not in sight, miss you in dreams ,, hard to forget, we walk together on the road to school, hand in hand to cross the river. It is hard to forget that you put a ticket in my hand when I went to the military auditorium to watch a movie. I went to see Beijing opera with you [the Red Lantern] and it was hard to forget; I went to your house to find you to do your homework, and you held the hot steamed bun to me, saying that my mother asked me to give it to you. To this day; It still makes me feel the heat surging and the fragrance is so sweet. Time and tide wait. Time has brought us more than half a century. Whether I can still know your news. I really miss you that the Shili ditch in kangtun is still so long. 495 troops still lived at the foot of Laoyeling Mountain. The horn of marching everyday is still echoing in the valley. The old house you lived in is still waiting there empty Wang Li, you are the inheritance of soldiers, I am the child of farmers. We share different experiences in different lives. I really envy you. Whether I can still see your news here in our lifetime. Whether you can still wait until your return date. Wang Li, I really miss you. 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…

Autumn

The weather is good this morning, plus working overtime for several days, I feel bored and anxious, and it is rare to go out for a walk. I decided to ride a bike and make a long journey to Taiji Island. Walking on the broad Riverside Road, the clear river along the road, the surrounding farmland is fragrant with melon and fruit, the greenhouse is just like, and the autumn color is dense. There are rows of neat vegetable beds, rows of elegant farmhouses, green lotus ponds, Tingting clear and straight lotus flowers dotted on the thick lotus leaves without water, the lotus leaves in the sky are so bright that the lotus flowers in the sun are different. Walking close to the lotus pond, occasionally, wild ducks flew in a daze. One or two yachts across the calm water very quickly on the distant river surface, lifting ripples of wheels. Over the surrounding villages? a href=’ search.php ‘Target = ‘_blank’> I’m reluctant to spend a lot of time in the battle of naganwan? ldquo; The village is warm and remote, and there is smoke in Yiyi market. Some early fishing enthusiasts are taking out their equipment while some are already fishing leisurely. The Agreement, peace and persistence on their faces are admirable. Although the Sunny Sun in mid-autumn Festival had risen, it was warm and warm. A touch of pale gray clouds in the sky and the distant mountains like Dai formed a very beautiful picture scroll. I put down the car and found a secluded place by the river to sit down, enjoying and squandering the rare leisure and freedom wantonly. In a comfortable and leisure, casual and loose place, I slowly removed the complexity and noise of the world, the heaviness and trifles of life, and the hypocrisy and impetuousness of soul. I like quietness, more plain, I like simplicity, prefer Park. I sat on a stone, surrounded by dense reeds and luxuriant vegetation, which made me embrace it. I could hardly see everything around, but only the lake water in front of me. This is also good, which temporarily separates me from reality, letting my thoughts fly and my soul indulge. I looked at everything around me quietly. Autumn is a season full of life. Some moths, small crawlers, earthworms and birds flying around from time to time that have never been seen in daily life are more interesting than things! Everything seems so fresh and natural, although it is morning, But only when I was young, the sound of insects and cicadas that I heard in the summer night in the field lingered around my ears, which seemed to bring people into a carefree and innocent childhood, at that time, we could say everything we could find childlike fun and joy, and any exciting or curious places and places: swimming by the Taohe River, climbing high apricot trees to pick up apricot and dig out bird nests, catch fish in the Imperial Canal and go to the hill beside the village to catch pheasant. There are also all kinds of games that can’t be called names now. They often play in darkness. They forget their parents’ entrustment to housework when they go to work and forget to eat. Of course, there must be storms when they return home. Spit Spit Spit —– suddenly a rush of speedboat motor sound startled my thoughts. The speedboat left ripples on the calm lake, and at the same time, it also set off ripples on My Heart Lake. I sat quietly, looking at the distance with a dull look. Gray cranes and waterbirds flew up from time to time on the Bird Island which was full of prosperity and vitality, flying and playing in the sky, and suddenly returned to their habitat calmly, this is really their paradise. Because it is an island, there are few threats from other natural enemies and people’s troubles. They enjoy the rare pure land and tranquility in the modern industrialized society, just like a paradise. Hehe hehe —– not far away, several young boys and girls carried traveling bags, held hands and rolled up their trouser legs to play by the river. After seeing that they brought a lot of things, they also took advantage of this rare leisure time to relax. I looked at my watch, it’s time to cook for my daughter, and my thoughts and people have to go back to reality——. Along the way, I walked and thought that people actually put invisible shackles on themselves, and they would not adjust and relax themselves. Striving for fame and wealth, ambitious and tired of fame, this is not good, that is not good, this is not enough, that is too little. In this society full of copper smell and material desire, in fact, I have to untie myself. As teacher Wei Shusheng said, the most rare thing is a common heart. In this bizarre society, as an educator, when dealing with gains and losses, success and failure, profits and fame, the most rare thing is a common heart. Only in this way can one be calm, relieved, suddenly. On September 15, 2011, Liu Jiaxia praised (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…

Induced-year-old

I always think that I am not afraid of death. What is death? It’s just a way to live. In Su Shi’s words, if you view it from its changers, then the Heaven and Earth could not be seen for a moment; If you view it from its changeless ones, then things and me are endless. Therefore, when I was suffering from illness, when I was heartbroken, I had the impulse to end my life for countless times. I have thought about taking sleeping pills to sleep forever; I have also thought about stepping on the flowerpot, climbing over the balcony railing and falling freely; I even thought about closing the doors and windows, turning on the gas stove, death was artificially covered with Halo by me, as if it was Death. To me, it was nothing but breaking away from the bitter sea and flying to the paradise, where there was no pain to my body any more, no longer have the trouble of daily necessities, no more disputes and intrusions in the secular world. Only facing the sea, spring blossoms. However, when death was really approaching, I was truly scared. I found that my desire for life was so strong, as if a dying fish was eager for a ladle of water with my mouth open. The experience of death was not what I did on purpose. A few days ago, when I took medicine in the office, the pills were too big. If I was not careful, the pills fell into the air inlet pipe and could not get up, which happened to get stuck in the air pipe, I found that I couldn’t speak out, breathe, and even cough to get it out. At that moment, I looked so helpless that I immediately thought: did I die like this? A living person died at this moment because of a pill? I began to jump, trying to pop out the pills and looking for my mobile phone on my desk. I wanted to send a letter for help, and I wanted to live! I don’t want to die! I thought that my love for him had already been plain or even disappeared, but in fact, this kind of love had been sleeping quietly in a corner of the years without any sound, but at a certain moment, it will wake up again. It may not be as turbulent as before, but it firmly occupies your heart. Just like the oxygen in the air, we seem to be unable to feel its existence, once there is no it, you will be aware of its value. Thanks to someone in the office, my beautiful little colleague saved me. She was also frightened by my actions and ran to me. I didn’t know what happened and I couldn’t speak, it was too late to find a pen to write and tell her that she had to make gestures desperately to let her pat my back. Thank God, she slapped down, the pills stuck in my trachea finally came out, and I was saved. He was not a shining person either. He was as ordinary as any gravel on the river bank, just like me. However, the waves of fate sent him to me. From then on, two stones met each other. We had edges and corners, and there was no need for friction and collision in life, finally, they polished each other’s edges and corners. Now, I am more willing to believe that the years before I was 19 years old are actually waiting for him. In fact, the distance between him and me is not the distance in space, but the distance in time. After a long 19 years, we finally came together. I remembered that he was wronged in front of my parents in order to win the marriage between me and him; I remembered that when he was pregnant, he rode a bicycle to the mining bureau to pick me up every day and went back to the small town ten miles away, no matter it was uphill or downhill, he never let me down; He remembered that he took me to take a walk beside an abandoned railway after marriage, watching the sunset and picking wild flowers; I remembered that he was busy in and out of the kitchen alone, while I was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching soap operas leisurely; I remembered that he was leading me helplessly in the great hospitals in Wuhan, they are all real experiences once, just blown to an unknown corner by the wind of time. I thought I couldn’t catch it any more. I couldn’t find it. But today, after a death experience, at the intersection of sunshine and time, they were blown to me again. I found that time did not rob them, they are still beautiful and fresh. 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…

Met

In the spring two years ago, I came to Langzhong, which I had never heard of before. In the spring one year ago, I dared to write down my feelings about Langzhong for the first time. This year, it was another spring. After I tasted all the tastes of life, I finally got my wish and returned to the Langzhong which had been separated for a long time. Maybe I have an indissoluble bond with spring, no, maybe it should be more accurate to say that I have an indissoluble bond with Langzhong in spring. Spring is the season for everything to recover. Langzhong is the place where my dream begins. Langzhong in spring is the starting point of my new life and the turning point of the old and new life. It is because she carries too many stories and deposits too many joys and sorrows. Therefore, as a stranger, I love her more and maintain her. People often ask me if there is anything you want to miss in such a place where birds don’t shit. If you don’t understand it, you don’t explain it. At most, you just say that she is a 5A-class national tourist city, it is one of the four ancient cities in China, with profound history and culture. Therefore, they searched all the introductions about Langzhong, and my dear mother was one of them. More than half a month ago, my mother accompanied me to stay in Langzhong for a few days. The spring is full, with sunshine, flowers, birds and the long-lost warmth. When I went out for a walk with my mother, I met two grandmothers who were over 70 years old, my mother tried to learn more about Langzhong from these older people, so she sat down and talked for a long time. Because of the dissimilarity of language and the disharmony of culture, we finally get little information scattered, which absolutely cannot support the reason why I love Langzhong. I have to say that you are biased, but my mother says that I am biased. Maybe we are all biased. Therefore, I lost my prejudice, my preconceived ideas and treated them plainly. Once I met him in spring, which gave me hope in spring, and also brought me back to the starting point in spring. It was really helpless that fate was so arranged. However, if there is destiny, there will be no chance to go, and the breeze will send white clouds. It was fate to meet. No matter what my mother said was not worth it or what Hengmei in my eyes was, she was so real. Why should we be divided into uncle Bozhong and talk about right or wrong? Spring is coming. When I stepped on the land in Langzhong again, she had already blossomed into a flower, which was the most beautiful gift to meet. I have always been a stubborn person, and I still can’t help saying: I like spring, because in my subconscious mind, there will always be slight melancholy and sadness, for the ups and downs of life, for the reunion and separation. I like Langzhong, because there are jobs I love, lovely people and the warmth of belonging here. 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…

Time

Gongyuan came quietly in 2015, but the Sino-Japanese year of-in the lunar calendar did not replace the year of Yiwei. The Chinese used to use the emperor’s title and Tiangan Earth branch to mark the year at the same time. Until the founding of the People’s Republic, it began to mark the year according to the way related to Jesus, which also made the world remember China 1949, Tangshan 1976, Beijing 2008… where did time go? She never accelerated or slowed down for anyone, always take people from childish to mature with constant rhythm, till aging and leaving. From the legend that Pangu opened the sky and Nu Wa created human beings, till this moment, everything in the universe was in motion and change, but only time did not change the law, and she had never been partial or deceived, this may be the most practical justice given to human beings by Heaven and Earth since human beings multiply and live. Where is the time of philosophers? Maybe their wisdom and ideals are left in hundreds of thousands of classic works such as Das Kapital, On Protracted War, and State and Revolution; where did the hero’s time go? Maybe they left their tenacity and fearlessness on the banks of the Danube river in Europe, fixed on the windy Yi Shui river, and stayed beside the wall of the members of Paris commune; where is the musician’s time? Maybe they left their hopes and hopes in “Symphony of destiny”, “Serenade”, in the endless and wonderful classic music such as “mountains and rivers”… where are our time? Is it necessary to stay on the bright and clean Street cleaned every morning, maybe it is in the smiles of those students who have received the notice from institutions of higher learning, or in the eyes of thousands of bronze faces staring at crops… time passes by, the sea turns into fertile fields, and the high mountains turn into thousands of kilometers basin, the pace of time is in a hurry, which cannot be stopped, and cannot be retained! If it cannot be changed, why not face it with a smile? Moreover, if according to the lunar calendar calendar, we just to end, and Westerners have in years, their overall the old one year old, and 1.4 billion people of age still no growth, in view of this, our ancestors are full of wisdom, and it is lucky to be a descendant of the Yellow Emperor! Time is passing by the beating fingertips on the keyboard. It seems to hear the steps of spring. The white snow is about to melt. Will the green and green eyes and the refreshing fragrance be far away? 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…

Will

Meeting some people is like meeting a dream. Because of these people, it is good to go anywhere and take everything for granted. We will meet countless of these people in our life and are destined to meet each other, doomed natural. Before graduation, I have read such a sentence that growing up is that you get acquainted with some people and then separate them. It is like two intersecting lines, gradually moving away after the intimate intersection of one point, and going round and round. Although I hadn’t left the small circle I lived in at that time, I had already sighed for such a story of hurting others. At that time, I thought that we would say goodbye to each other and make new friends in a strange city, people who have known each other for so long and almost thought they would not be separated will gradually fade into a figure in the distance between time and space, in the long years and words far apart; those things that have warmed up youth and youth will eventually leave only the outline and feeling that you don’t want to forget. Therefore, I really want to have a trip during the graduation season. In the early morning when the sun was rising, when the sky was still not clear, he threw his not heavy rucksack on his shoulder, went out with the tiny dew and dim light, and came to the appointed wall or tree, when people were together, they set off, climbing mountains or getting into the water, and even went to the city that everyone desired by train, walking through ancient alleys and foreign houses, stepping on beaches and seas, eating famous products and stalls, it doesn’t matter if you laugh in the sunshine and starlight and feel cold. Because no matter where, no matter what, as long as it is these people, everything can be done. But later, nothing I thought had happened. We didn’t have a cool trip together, and we even got together less often. But what didn’t happen means that our relationship has not changed either. Yes, we are more and more alienated than I thought. We are still as relaxed as before. We occasionally gather together to talk about our life which is not legendary. In fact, this is the real life. It is not as natural and unrestrained as you think, nor as sad as you think, just like how vigorous I thought I would cry and give up when I graduated, but the result is that everyone said goodbye with a smile, just like this is just a brief parting, just like I will meet again soon. Those sorrows that were once thought to be immersed in the dust finally seemed to disappear in the air and can no longer be seen. Then I met a new life, a new person. Nobody said that shaping a new life means destroying the past. I started a new life in a new environment, but I also missed the past, just like a journey of dreams. I was too weak to realize, but I had the power to melt the time. Leaving doesn’t mean forgetting. Farewell doesn’t mean waiting for the same decision. The dazzling sunshine melts at the fingertips with your hands blocking it. Jumping up, it is the warmth of a room again. And I always believe that this is what I want to let nature take its course. 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…

River

May Morning is beautiful. The morning breeze, cool, refreshing and comfortable, gently blows her cheek and lifts her skirt. Her beautiful long hair is elegant and agile in this fragrant morning breeze. She walked along the river alone, seemingly casually and leisurely. In fact, her steps were a little messy. There are countless soft ripples on the river in the breeze, here and there are a string of lively spray from time to time, with the cheerful figure of fish jumping out of the water and the little silvery belly flashing, instantly it sank into the water and disappeared. The scene before her eyes gradually attracted her, and a smile appeared on her face. How could the fish be so happy? She thought. The Unknown aquatic plants along the river are green and luxuriant, growing happily and spiritually, revealing an unspeakable joy of peace, serenity and satisfaction. It is also good to be a aquatic plant. However, this idea came out of her mind. She walked along the river. A large area of Tingting lotus leaf at the River Bay caught her eyes, and her heart was refreshed. Lotus is certainly beautiful, but this Lotus Leaf also has a different charm! These numerous leaves seemed to form a Phalanx. They walked hand in hand, side by side, squeezing and getting hurt. They were happy and happy, swaying in the morning wind, graceful and graceful, like a group of singing women in Tsing Yi, facing the first ray of sunshine of the sun, it spreads the beauty of youth and is full of vigorous vitality. Their grace, elegance and indescribable charm stirred waves of ripples in her heart. She was delighted, excited and relaxed! Among all the leaves, lotus leaf was her favorite, and the Green alone grabbed her heart at once. The green of aquatic plants is a little yellowish, and the privet tree along the river and the poplar tree are all too dark and a little black, while the green of lotus leaves is neither shallow nor deep, which is just right. What she liked more was the atmosphere of lotus leaf, which was simply high-end. She found a proper word for herself and smiled with satisfaction. Looking at the blade, it is so broad and broad, rich and warm, and the edge is so ingenious artistic. It is like a huge green jade plate and a small and exquisite green parasol. Therefore, holding such a leaf, it can block the rain in rainy days and shade the sun in hot days. A picture suddenly appeared in her mind: a little girl was holding such a lotus leaf umbrella and running happily on the road in the countryside, carefree and free, happy Like the tits chirping in the spring breeze, and like the dew on the lotus leaves in the morning, rolling drips. That was my childhood self. Her thoughts flew to that warm and beautiful childhood village like a paradise …… suddenly, with a sound of edges, she was dragged back to reality. It turned out that a big bird flew over the head and fell to a tree by the roadside. What a Big Bird! The tail is half a foot long. What kind of bird is it? Magpies were? She can’t tell what magpie looks like. In fact, no matter what kind of bird she likes, she likes listening to the birds, even the sound of small sparrows. However, living in the city, how can you still see the shadow of birds! What are the noises around my ears all day long! Even in the wild, birds seem to be rare. There are fewer and fewer birds! She could not help but lament. She couldn’t help tiptoe to the tree, which was a big-leaf euphoria tree with luxuriant foliage. The Crown of the tree was like a huge mushroom. The leaves were as green as splashing ink and shiny. The bird stood high on the branch, looking east and west with its head held high, Looking at the Blue Sky firmly. She stood quietly under the tree, raised her face and looked at the birds. Such a woman, wearing a purple dress, with long hair floating to her waist, stood under the tree with her face raised, pure and natural! What a picture this is! A middle-aged man who was running ran close, couldn’t help slowing down his steps and stunned. When he looked up along her eyes, it turned out to be a big bird! He smiled silently, which was like the sunshine in the early morning of May, golden and rich in texture. He went to run in the morning again with a loud smile. Her attention was completely on the bird. She looked at it with relish and could see the god. What was the bird thinking? She thought, are you thinking about the blue sky? Want to Baiyun? In want to set yourself free. At this time, the bird suddenly fluttered its wings and flew high, as if hearing her voice. The bird flew over the wide river lightly, and flew to the blue sky in the thorns. It flew high and far away. What a beautiful sky! It is clear, blue and pure. Sky! The Life of Birds, the world of birds! She muttered to herself knowingly, breathed a sigh of relief casually and smiled, as if she suddenly understood something, and as if she had figured out a puzzling question. What about her life? Where is her world? In fact, nothing. What happened to me these days? Sometimes much ado about nothing! She suddenly smiled with ease and comfort. Her heart was calm, and the clouds were light and the wind was light …… looking around, the world was clear on the morning of May. The sun has shown a red smiling face from the east. The numerous unknown grasses spread from the shoal to the bank, and still spread away. As long as there is a little bit of soil, they will take root and grow happily, no complaints, no resentment, Pure Heart, blooming is the elegant demeanour of high-spirited life. The pure and slim flowers: white, yellow, pink, blue and purple, are their laughter from the bottom of their hearts! The flower was shining like a star, flashing her eyes and her heart. On the morning of May, everything on the Earth was full of vigor and vitality, embracing a new day enthusiastically and stepping into a new day’s life eagerly. What a beautiful and updated morning! How long has she not enjoyed the beautiful morning light? She decided to walk along the river. On the beautiful May morning, a young woman in a purple dress, with long hair floating, walked along the riverbank leisurely, with light and elegant footsteps. The River under the sun flows to the east like a bright ribbon, as if flowing to the sun…… 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…