Rain

When the rain was too big and too small, it pattered for a day. In the evening, I walked alone in the lonely rain lane with an umbrella. The rain flied with the wind, and the thin spring rain fell on my face and body, feeling a little cool at once. The hot and dry mood gradually came to calm down, so he simply put away the umbrella and let the drizzle flow freely, washing away the fickleness in his heart. When I was young, I didn’t like rain, but always like snow. I don’t like the moisture of rain, and I always desire the happiness of snow. When I grow up, I always like to appreciate the persistence and magnanimity of rain in front of the window, her fresh and graceful tenderness as fine as ox hair, and her unyielding spirit of falling from the sky and flowing into a river! I prefer the feeling of strolling in the rain, letting my thoughts sail with the rain and fog, letting the cold rain beat my hot heart! No need to say anything, no need to say anything. Let the soft light at night lengthen the lonely figure in the rain and fog, and let the moving mood merge with the beating of the rain beads. Walking through the alley and coming to the road, I saw the colorful neon shining on the rain curtain. The whistle of the car covered the low narration of the rain. The hurried pedestrians hurried in the rain and had no time to appreciate the tenderness of the rain, many shops were more leisurely because of the rain. Many people talked with the cool rain and fog in front of the door …… unconsciously came to the square, which was baptized by the rain, bright and clean under the reflection of the colorful lights at night. No matter marble steps or white lampposts, they all add a little luxury to the world of rain, not to mention the beauty of those dense vegetation washed by rain. When there is no rain, the crowds enjoying the cool make the square crowded, and hot and dry, lively or soft dance music fills every corner of the square. But at this moment, in the world of rain, all the noise and complexity are invisible, and there are only whispers of flowers. The long-lost reunion of rain may have already intoxicated them! Gradually, the rain grew thick, and the square also burst into beautiful umbrella flowers, which were so poetic under the swaying light. I stood on the large square for a long time, stretching out my hand to touch the coolness of the rain. At this moment, I really want to turn into glittering and translucent water falling from the sky, flowing gently along the water, without worry or worry, returning home poetic, casual and heavenly. I turned around the street and passed by the shop opened by my old friend. Seeing that her husband and wife were playing chess, they went forward to watch the game. I saw white and black dots on the chessboard. You attack me and defend me. They are comparable. People said that watching chess was silent. At the beginning, I just watched the battle. At last, I saw that they were both in a tie. It was really tough. So I fought with my old friends. At the beginning, they always looked for the key points of each other, but they blocked the key points at first sight. Although the defense was proper, they were not as bright as possible. Later, looking at the full set of chess pieces, we decided to give up the entanglement and stretch outward, but the result was an unexpected victory. After playing the chess, we felt suddenly enlightened. Yes, life is just like chess! Everyone in life will encounter some troubles and setbacks. If you always struggle with them and can’t get out of them, then you will never walk out of the strange circle set in the chess game of life, and your troubles will never decrease. And once you open your heart, change your mind and look at the problem from a different perspective, you may also have a bright future! The rain is still falling, the road is still going to go, holding an umbrella of drizzle, holding up a persistence and persistence…… 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…

Efforts

Looking back for ten years, with a flick of a finger, the years have gone through ten years in a hurry. In this period of time, struggle and struggle are the main melody of life, ten years have turned an ignorant teenager who just came out of campus into a smooth and exquisite social talent. Along the way, who is taking care of you, watching you silently with understanding eyes, who is touching and inspiring you, or who is always bothering and confusing you. Calm down and look back on the past. Those who pass by you, those who support each other and walk along with you, or those who cheat and greet each other with smiles, I have learned to face everything in the past ten years. In the past ten years, I have always been looking for my foothold, lifestyle and value in this intriguing world. Therefore, I have never stopped for a moment, I always remember my mother’s instruction that if you don’t advance, you will retreat. I don’t want to be eliminated by this society. I have been trying hard to adapt to this society, to all the good things and dirty things in this society, everything seems very normal to me but not so normal. In the process of struggle, I became a slave of life, a slave of work and a slave of society consciously or unconsciously. Maybe I succeeded and became a happy person who seemed to live, the leader of work and the winner of society, but am I really happy? Looking back on ten years, what did I get? Dragging my drunk body every day, I tried hard to open my eyes to find my way home. Facing my sleeping wife and children, am I happy? Did I really succeed? On a leisure evening, I finally stopped my tired steps and sat in the corner of the dining room, softly looking at the beige sofa in the living room under the light, with tired and stiff waist, the white lining, the orderly dining table, the hanging basket full of green… for the first time, I felt so beautiful, even the snack box sent by my mother and casually placed on the tea table was also an excellent embellishment at this time, the son’s pet turtle’s voice was no longer so harsh. They were so warm and emotional. Of course, this is my first time to sit here at night, looking at this simple living room with great mood under such light from this angle. Mood is the most important thing. At this time, we should benefit from the leisure after work and the relaxation after pressure. I suddenly feel that people are like rubber bands. You can’t always stretch her, then she will lose elasticity. However, we are not the hard labors or slaves of our own life. We should give ourselves the time and mood of life and the time and mood of watching the scenery. Life needs to leave white space, and life needs to breathe. There is an advertisement saying that is full of charm. Life is just like a journey. You don’t care about the destination, the scenery along the way and the mood of watching the scenery. During this long and long journey, you will see many beautiful scenery and also many unsatisfactory scenery. You will meet people you don’t want to forget in your life, you will also meet people you never want to see in your life! This trip is also looking for yourself! Give yourself a chance and a chance to breathe. In this way, I may be able to know myself better, find myself and enrich myself. People can never be satisfied with the status quo. Walking today, I will remember yesterday from time to time and look forward to tomorrow constantly. It seems that I can’t stop walking and savor today’s life carefully. Forget to enjoy the scenery along the way, forget to sort out the mood during the journey, just speed up the pace to the front. But the front is like the horizon, which can never be reached. All the beautiful things along the way are lost in this Chase. I am tired and far away, feeling that my heart is always wandering between the past and the future, but what I have now is not what I want. Calm down and think about what I have learned, gained, contributed and gained in the past ten years. In the journey of life, the road you have traveled will become the scenery behind you. You can’t turn back or stay, so it is better to enjoy the feeling of every moment and enjoy every scenery. Cherish what you own now, no longer be a slave of life, work and society, feel life attentively and enjoy the scenery along the way to your heart. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

For a month

I like moonlit nights. I have a special liking for the moon, which comes from my childhood. On a moonlit night, my mother would move the spinning wheel to the yard. I sat in my mother’s arms, shouting to help her shake the spinning wheel. My mother couldn’t beat me, so she asked me to shake, then let me lie in her arms and tell me the stories of Wu Gang, Chang ‘e and Jade Rabbit. In my memory, my mother always had this story, but I never got tired of listening to it. The spinning wheel was buzzing. My mother sat in the moonlight and told her story, spinning cotton, threads and soft moonlight, which made me sleep soundly in her arms …… the moonlit night, my father pricked a broom in the moonlight. My father’s hands are very clever and fast. A pile of scattered sorghum stalks turned into delicate brooms without much effort. I never disturb my father, who often used to use sickles and cut sorghum straws when he pricked a broom. The scyck was flying in my father’s hand, and the cold light was shining in the moonlight. My father was afraid of hurting me and never let me approach. My father took these tied brooms to the market, sold the money, and bought home oil, salt, soy vinegar, matches, kerosene for lighting and so on. In my memory, every time my father came back from the fair, he never forgot it. He brought it back to me, the fried dough sticks or fried bread I loved. On moonlit nights, sometimes I didn’t want to stay at home, so I pestered my sister and asked her to take me out to play. I remember that at that time, my sister organized a literary propaganda team. On a moonlit night, they rehearsed the program on the mound of the production team. I watched the program for a while, and ran crazily under the moonlight for a while. Tired and sleepy, I fell asleep lying on the mound. My elder sister and her rehearsed the program very late. Every time, it was my elder sister who carried me back home with a deep sleep …… the memory of childhood and month, seems only these. Tonight months. The rare full moon night, the moonlight, shone the night like the day. I like this moonlit night. After dinner, I stood on the open playground of the factory, in the soft moonlight, with imagination. Yeah! I haven’t seen the moonlight for a long time. The moonlight tonight is really good! The gloomy mood in the past few days is also getting better with the moonlight. I looked up at the sky and stared at the round moon. I tried my best to search for the memories related to the moon in my childhood. Now, there are only these. And these are only related to mother, father, elder sister and relatives in hometown. Others have already been forgotten. 2014-8-23 day and night zhucheng⊙ this year, I was far away from my hometown and came to this strange city. I work hard. Loneliness and loneliness are always accompanied by me. This year, I learned to surf the Internet and chat with QQ. But I don’t like chatting. I just want to stroll in the space and watch the dynamics of my friends. In this year, sometimes I didn’t say a word for many days. It’s not that I don’t want to say it, nor that I don’t want to say it, but that I am really speechless in the face of this world. In this year, I condensed my loneliness, my loneliness, my bitterness and happiness, my thoughts and thoughts into sour words and published them in QQ space to amuse myself. This year, a sleepless night, I was idle and bored, wandering in the space. Say hello to you! It seemed that I suddenly stepped into the warm spring from the cold winter. This year, I, who had never been fond of talking and laughing, suddenly had a bright face. The workers looked at me strangely, saying that I had changed my appearance. This year, my ears often echo, your sweet greetings. This year, I, who hated chatting, changed my normal state. After dinner, open QQ and wait for you. This year, I seem to have a lot of words to say to you, but I can’t finish it. This year, the sky was so blue. Countless nights, I looked up at the starry sky, looking for the star that belongs to you …… this year, suddenly one day, I asked myself, was I dreaming? To be a crazy dream? This year, I suddenly realized that although dreams and wakefulness are closely linked, there is still a certain distance. This year, I went back to the past, back to loneliness, back to loneliness. This year, I swear that I will try my best not to miss you! In this year, I gave up my constant yearning, but I always drifted to the city where you are …… 2014-8-15 night Zhucheng praise (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…

Essays

Time is stirring up. Unconsciously, I am already thirty years old. But in my mind, I am still that little girl in her early twenties, but years really don’t give you such an opportunity, let you still live in that age. My face is telling myself that it is time for innocence. I can’t remember when it was, as if it was when my son was 4 years old. Someone asked me how old your father is this year. I said without thinking: more than 40 years old, the man smiled and said no, how old are you? I suddenly realized, yes, but in my mind, my father was still a 40-year-old father, and he still stayed at that time. I don’t want to think about how old my father is. I’m afraid that my father will grow old if I don’t pay attention to him. I’m afraid that I will say that my young father is old at once, I don’t want to admit the fact that my father is over 50. But the fact told me that it was no longer the case. I remembered that when I went to school outside, the day before each long vacation, my father would call me and said, “come back early, be careful on the road, and I will be very happy, I am very happy to answer that, but every time I come home, either there is no one at home, or I have no food or drink, so I have to do it myself. My family is doing business, and my parents are busy, Therefore, it has always been a mess at home. Although I am not a person who is good at cleaning up, I am still willing to do it. I try my best to do as much as I can, but every time I hear my classmates say, when they go home, my mother will cook something delicious for them and wait for them from the beginning. I will complain to my father and mother, but I never say that I am frustrated in my heart, because I have never been treated like that. That is the happiness I desire but not desire. But I have my happiness. Mom and dad gave us the right to grow up freely. We didn’t choose phobia, because we lived with our own ideas, and the happy memories came from grandpa and grandma, who were the closest ones to us in our childhood. They would specially prepare food for us and leave delicious food for us. So when we were young, we were very happy, which still made me miss. At that time, my grandmother was neat and capable, and my grandfather would go to the market to bring twist back to eat for us in three days, at that time, father’s parents would travel outside for home without worrying. I miss it so much, I hope the time will be slower and slower. I have my own family, and I only care about the size of my family. Sometimes I think that I haven’t called my family for a long time, so I will call my mom and dad. I will feel at ease if I ask whether my grandparents are good or not, it has been ten years since I felt at ease in this way. Today, I am unwell. I went to the hospital, went home, and saw the photos that my aunt sent them to go out with my grandparents. My heart ached, what can I do for my beloved family? I was in a mess and worried my parents. What on earth have I been doing these years? I am no longer the child who is still under the wings and arms of my parents. I already have a family, I am an adult, and I am old and young, but I still have nothing, what happened to me? Thirty, it’s time to think about it. Thirty, it’s time to have a goal. Thirty, it’s time to know what you want. Thirty, it’s time to change a lifestyle. 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…

West Lake

Recently, I felt restless like grass in my heart, and a powerful voice kept shouting in my heart: the Lotus in the West Lake has been blooming, aren’t you coming? After all, the West Lake liu yue, scenery not and four. Infinite blue day lotus plants, lotus flowers in red. When we were very young, we fell in love with this poem and the west lake full of magical colors. There were broken bridges, Su Dyke, white lady, Su Xiaoxiao and legendary stories that could not be told. I never thought that one day I would come to Hangzhou and live on the dreamy West Lake, which was really a gift from God. You said, in June, you want to go to the West Lake to see Holland. In fact, I don’t want to. Every month and every weekend, I want to go for a stroll by Xizi Lake. After coming to Hangzhou, I like two places, one is West Lake and the other is Nanhua garden. Nanhua garden is near Qizhen Lake. It takes five minutes to get there by bike. The West Lake is a little far away. I have been there two or three times by bike, about an hour and a half. These two scenes, one far and one near, became my deepest concern in Hangzhou. At the beginning of June, I planned to go to the West Lake to see lotus flowers, which was always postponed because of various things. Finally, I was looking forward to the Dragon Boat Festival. I finally waited for a three-day holiday, and the day came to late June unconsciously. I made an appointment with my friends to go to the West Lake to see lotus flowers. On the first day of the Dragon Boat Festival, my friend suddenly had something to lose his family background, considering that there would be more visitors to the West Lake on the first day of the holiday, so he postponed it to the next day. However, it suddenly rained heavily the next day, so all kinds of trips had to be abandoned. On that day, I stood alone by the window, staring blankly at the boundless dim sky outside the window. A very wide bead curtain was hung between the sky and the earth. The beads were blown slanting by the wind, making the glass window snapping. Not far away, the soft branches of willows beside the lake were also blown to one side fiercely by the wind, just like a delicate girl’s figure in the storm. Unconsciously, my mind drifted onto the West Lake again. I thought of the Lotus on the West Lake at this moment. In the golden sunshine in the past, the lotus flowers in the West Lake were amazing concubines dressed up, with their eyes flowing and glowing in the front and behind; But in the storm at this moment, the lotus flowers in the West Lake should be the children of the rivers and lakes who are chivalrous and soft-hearted. They jumped out of an earthshaking dance with their lives in the wind and sword rain, and crystal clear raindrops flew on their blushed cheeks, striking the solemn and majestic notes flying all over the sky on the gray sky, the emerald and green dress, in the turbulent and rolling waves, with the notes flying over and over to turn out a magnificent Changhong, the shocking dance. A wind and rain adds a lot of thrilling beauty to a pool of Lotus. At this moment, I want to stay at the West Lake and silently appreciate the fairy Lotus that jumped out of the gorgeous dance in the storm. But I know what a luxury dream it is. I yearned for soul-stirring, but was scared by soul-stirring. That accident made me seldom travel alone, especially in such days, to be honest, I was very timid. If you were with me, I would not be afraid of anything. If you were there, we would certainly hit it off, because we always had such a tacit understanding. No matter how crazy things are, we two would feel it reasonable to do together. If you are not here, I will become a single person with a strange behavior, and many new and interesting things will become hard to understand. I miss you, just like the lotus in the West Lake thinking about this storm. At this time, the lotus in the West Lake has already been opened. I am still waiting for you. Accompany me to see a lotus opening, regardless of the wind and rain. 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 road

Time passed by at your fingertips. You left that sad city A that day. You told yourself that no matter you were working or feeling, you fell down. It didn’t matter. Everything could start from scratch. You said, you believe that the girl who loves laughing will not be too unlucky. Only I know that you are crushed too deep by the gear of fate, and things will turn against each other. The other side of sadness is happiness, so you have been trying hard to bloom like a sunflower. So you went to B city, and you said, changing a city can change a mood. You know? Sometimes I especially admire your freedom. You discarded the life experience, emotional chains and work experience in your backpack, starting from scratch in a strange city. You said, the best change is to start from scratch, and don’t carry too much at the beginning. From now on, you just want to put simple happiness on your shoulders. You said that after you attended the job fair that day, you went to a nearby C Company for an interview, which was a job that you had no concept at all. Just because you had a good communication with the department head during the interview, you thought he was upright and lovely, and this job was challenging for yourself, so you decided to stay and have a try. I laughed at your double behavior, but I didn’t realize that my heart envied you very much and could make a choice for myself. You said, what makes you confused is that since you joined Enterprise C, all your sadness, inferiority, fear and negative energy have evaporated in a flash, you have really become a simple girl who loves laughing. I feel happy for you, because you can only appear in dreams like this. On the first day of your employment, you met little D in the same position. You said he was a handsome and clean boy, and he was always bored with you, I am willing to accompany you to do every little thing. He will be the first person who cares about you when you ask for leave. He will get up early to buy you Hangzhou steamed buns. He is also the one you want to eat watermelon at midnight, and he will rush out of the dormitory to buy for you immediately. You said, you like to be with him, simple and happy. It’s just that you two are not suitable to be lovers. You said that you were afraid of hurting him. E is a person who has little achievements in work. In E’s words, his technology is one of the best in this industry. You said, some people will have a feeling of deja have met for the first time. The scene of knowing E is not romantic, but it is particularly profound. You always think that he has a story to tell, and you are willing to be the listener. He invited you to climb mountains, watch movies, sing songs and occasionally insert one or two of his stories. You are always moved by his frown and sad eyes when he tells stories. You want to hug him and give him warmth. He often smiles like a child in front of you. Maybe a relationship can bring a person back to its original form and encourage your impulse. You said that your mood would change with his every move, full of cloudy and sunny, and your life would detour to the original starting point. But no matter what, you don’t want to escape again. It is enough to have one life. The man who has been on the road, are you okay? Fortunately, it is just not as good as I expected. If I had love, it would be better for me to live simply and happily! 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…

Such

With the end of the exam, there were fewer and fewer people in the school. Most canteens also posted notices announcing that they were closed. The commercial streets crowded with hawkers on weekdays also became empty. Walking in such a university campus, there is a peace that is not common in daily life. Although it is burnt by the sun hanging above the head, there are also bursts of cool breeze. Way 1 teaching building, walking in the shadow of a big tree, cheers the wind coming occasionally. There were people studying by themselves in the classroom, all of whom were quiet girls. They sat straight and looked at the books quietly with their long hair crossed. This is the beauty which is hard to describe in words. I felt as if I was in it. In the calm classroom, I listened to the sound of the ceiling fan turning and smelt the slight smell of the shampoo floating in the air. Really beautiful, very pure, like the sky with only blue and no clouds. I stood outside and saw a little bit crazy. Lao Lang’s song “You at the same table” rang out in my mind. I went back to the age when the white clothes were fluttering. For a moment, tried to tears. The girl never looked at me, but just read. I imagined that if the girl turned around and saw someone looking at her crazily, would she show anger? Or shy or happy? Or beneath his notice? I walked over, but the girl never looked at me. In today’s world, all kinds of complicated video speech spread on the Internet. Every time I see it, I will feel a little fear and anger. We were all innocent teenagers. I stepped forward with the scorching sun. No matter what the world is like, no matter what the future is like, beauty or beauty, I am still me. I believe that such a beautiful girl will always exist, in such a classroom, in such a moment 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…

Birthday

Today is my birthday. Look up at the wall clock on the wall. It’s just 9 o’clock. It has been 49 years and 02 hours since I broke off my fingers. The days passed so fast. It was like a plane. It just took off from Dongshan airport, but after a little confused for a while, it began to stagger down, A lot of scenery haven’t had time to see clearly, a lot of things haven’t had time to ponder over, and many things haven’t been done yet, they are about to land to Xishan airport. If the leaders of our company also need to retire at the age of 50, I will only have one year’s working time. Now, we must have the mental preparation of how to spend those lonely days in the future at home. Mr. Hugo once said: doing nothing will cause an old man’s misfortune. I believe this. My wife has been back home since she was 40. When she just retired, she didn’t read books or newspapers, and lay on the sofa to watch TV and sleep when she was idle. My thoughts were empty and I felt bored. I didn’t think about my son all day long, but I was just looking for my fault and picking my reasons. If I had something to do, I would create some messy leisure for myself. From my wife, I seemed to see the shadow of depression, anxiety, loneliness and boredom one year later. As long as I thought about it in my heart, I would be scared and annoyed. ren wu yuan lv, bi you jin you. I don’t have much interest in life. During these days, I often ponder over what to do after I retire? Ups and downs, ups and downs, flickering, simple, crying, laughing, real and fake, decades have come like this. Over the years, I have been used to cultivating excellence in state-owned enterprises. Instead of learning a skill, I drank a beer belly and got three highs (high blood pressure, high blood sugar and high blood fat), become a waste who can do nothing. Calm down and think rationally. It’s really sad. To be honest, over the years, my life has been like the big sand river in the south of the city. Spring, summer, autumn and winter almost always flow to the West in a clear, shallow and slowly way, there has never been a big whirlwind or a black wave that scares people. Of course, there is no trace. My life seems to have a head and no tail, no color, so hazy and ethereal dream. The countless and vague scenes in The Phantom were so incredible and incomprehensible that no matter how psychological they were, they could not straighten out a little clue with life value. Over the years, no matter what happened to me, I had only such a straight-minded mind. All the emotions of happiness, anger, sorrow and joy were clearly engraved on my face, which would not hide my mood, I don’t know what is the advantage of guarding against people. When talking and doing things, they never take any thoughts, play any narrow-minded eyes, and do everything with psychological intuition temporarily, play blindly and regard ignorance as character, it’s quite comfortable and chic to make mistakes all day long. When I was idle, I still liked to write letters: the schemer came and went in a hurry, the calculating man didn’t smile, the powerful man put his arms inside, the confident man only had himself, the generous man had no mind and no thought, and the powerful man had no brain. To kill time and play. In this real life, in terms of work, I have indeed been fooled by many people, suffered losses from many people, and had a lot of leisure time over the years, I also caused myself a lot of trouble. Thanks to God, his old man loves me quite much. I’m sorry to arrange me, a fool, to bring me any big disaster, nor did I suffer any serious mental injury, no matter what annoying things you encounter, whether it is big or small, then you will be confused. To be honest, in this colorful crowd, I don’t know why God and his old man bless me, a big fool who won’t harm the society and others for years. Over the years, my childhood life has been neither popular nor popular, and my work has been full of twists and turns. However, my spiritual life is generally quite full, detached and comfortable. Follow the destiny, let nature take its course, and everything should follow the fate. This is not simply an idealistic statement, nor does it mean that I have to shirk the responsibility of being a human being, just because I am a social person, many things cannot be transferred by my own thoughts and will. Sometimes, when I ponder over myself carefully, I will naturally say to myself: I am quite vulgar in my heart. 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…

Mining pepper

Autumn, light. It was the autumn season, so I climbed the mountain to enjoy the autumn and traveled in Laoshan. Along the way, there is a piece of luxuriant vegetation, red leaves and yellow flowers, autumn fruit fragrance, full of vitality everywhere, imitating the Buddha as a paradise. I thought that I could travel across mountains and rivers in the city without a long journey, enjoy the idyllic life under the eastern fence of picking chrysanthemum, and enjoy happiness in my heart. After all, no matter living in a noisy city or a quiet village, people’s feelings towards nature have never changed. In an instant, the car arrived at the village. Although I don’t often come here, my family has already settled down in the village. After a moment of preparation, I went to the mountain to experience it. This time, I am here to harvest fruits. To be exact, I came to pick prickly ash. As a foodie who shuttles through the mountains said: living in the city, a bowl of noodles, even if only on the noodle stall, is also a luxury. But if you walk into the countryside, a bowl of noodles will become much richer. If your food comes from the work around, it seems to be happier to work in the fields, just because people can walk into the field and enjoy the joy of harvest and the solid blessing of sweat. Each person has a basket, because the vegetable field in the mountain is planted by himself, this picking is also full of interest. After distributing it to a basket from my mother, I began to pick it along the pepper tree. Looking at the red and purplish red plants that came into my eyes, I picked them up by the way. Although the branches are full of thorns, if you are patient, you will always be familiar with them and have laws to follow. I want to have a meal of pepper fish on weekdays, which is very good to taste. I admire the magical delicacy of this seasoning, but if it is picked up, the retreat can be drummed. Not to mention that the picking has to go through all kinds of difficulties. If you are not careful, if you are stabbed and see blood, the fist-shaped ball will also slide down between your fingers, which is hard to find. It is totally different from picking other fruits, and it is no wonder that other things are more important than others. Seeing that my mother picked up half a basket, my father also picked up a lot, and I was not willing to show weakness either. However, when someone wanted to pick a cluster on the top, he was stabbed by the hidden thorns and saw a cluster of red. Seeing this, my mother didn’t let me continue, just made a decision. After working for more than half an hour, I also got something: three small baskets of pepper. Although some were blue, some were red, and some were blackish, they finally got a delightful harvest. At the place down the mountain, red dates, pomegranate, Persimmon, cabbage and pumpkin were picked together. This autumn harvest was quite fruitful. At the street market, I bought another local chicken. After returning home, my father was busy stewing chicken and arranging the stove, while my mother was cutting vegetables while I am picking pepper. Speaking of it, my task is arduous because it takes the most time. Speaking of it, it is not much easier to process prickly ash than to pick it on a tree. You pick more on the tree, and you also take a lot of trouble when you come back. Maybe it was because I was careful. I would peel off the stems and leaves of each pepper carefully, leaving nothing on it. Let my mother say that it is really fine processing, after drying, it can be directly put into the pot. Of course, it is also comfortable to listen to. After all, I am very careful person while eating. It was getting late, and the whole family worked together to restore general Jiao to his original nature and put it into a big basket, which was only half of the amount. Even so, my mother also said it was enough to eat in the next year. In the evening, I walked around the Kang and ate the vegetables I planted in the field by myself, the nutritious native chicken and delicious fruits after the meal, which was really beautiful. Different from tasting various flavors in the city, the enjoyment at this time is more like a delicious encounter returning to simplicity. This night, I slept very soundly. I woke up unconsciously at night and wanted to drink water, but I saw half moon in front of the window. Although it was half moon, it was as bright as the silver light on the ground, shining my heart brightly. Looking out of the window at the house beside the strait and the bright moon reflected on the sea, I suddenly found that my mind became open-minded and the reality was no longer troubled. No wonder the people nowadays all want this kind of life. Because there is always a slow life here. Its slowness is not the rhythm or escape, but the desire for happiness as always, and the unique sweetness gained after hard work! 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…

Fog

I admire nature and escape into nature, which has always been my eternal complex. I gradually get up early and walk. In the early morning of early winter, there was a deep chill in the air. When the door was opened gently, a thick fog and cold rushed in, as if the door was pushed open by them. As usual, take your steps as lightly as possible for fear of breaking others’ dreams. At this time, the outdoor is different from the past. The thick mist covers the whole world completely. The morning light has been scattered in the whole space by thick fog. The sky and the Earth are mixed together, and we can’t distinguish Where is the sky and where is the world. The eyes of the world are blocked by dense fog within a few meters. I don’t know where is the small mountain village in front of me? Once the magnificent mountain across people’s sight, I don’t know where to stand? I suspect that this time is not in the world, but in the legendary fairyland. Only from the depth of the fog, the murmur of flowing water vaguely reminded me that I was indeed in the world at this time. Strolling in the thick fog, the moist moisture in the air rushed towards me, washing your cheeks gently like drizzle, cold and soft, just like a young girl’s slender hands gently stroking your skin, it seems that nature gives me the most gentle, sweet and pure kiss, and I want to hug it with open arms. However, the elf who is wandering in the world cannot touch it when he is on the scene, which gives people a kind of dimly feeling. Looking up to the sky, I saw a vast expanse of white and could not see one meter of starlight. It was just like fishing for the remaining Moon, struggling alone in the sky, making me pale and helpless. I really doubt that the mist spreading to the sky is the lonely tears of Chang ‘e. Like smoke, rain and fog, dreams are lingering in my heart. The depth of the fog is no longer the mountain in front of me, but the wonderful world outside. My eyes pass through this mist and connect me with the outside world. Just like standing in the sky and looking at the Earth, everything is in my eyes. The mountains in the past can no longer stop my sight, and human nature has been flying and sublimated again in this fog. The world that was presented in front of me at first was the light, which seemed so weak in the thick fog. However, in this boundless world, only it accompanied the Cold Moon in the sky, it shows the tacit understanding between heaven and earth, which is silent. I don’t want the world after the fog to break the wonderful mood, roll up the hazy light between the Earth and the Earth, return to the shabby room, treasure this beautiful Dreamland in the bottom of my heart, and make the world in the fog unknown all the time. Praise on December 8, 2012 (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…