Quietly

Winter is coming, will spring be far away? In the cold environment, I look forward to spring. Growing in the South, I always feel that the cold winter adds a lot of troubles to people. In order to keep warm, I have worn too many clothes, which are thick and fat. In addition, the problem of keeping warm and avoiding cold should be taken into consideration when doing anything, especially when you want to go far away, you should pay more attention to this problem. Otherwise, you will get a cold or other bad things. Maybe I am used to the reason of warm environment. I don’t like the cold climate very much. I always look forward to the warm and warm slender Willow Bank and the tender and tender Yin Yin Yan Xia. However, the law of nature is not transferred by people’s will. Like it or not, the Earth is still running along its own path. The rotation of Four Seasons is always from winter to spring, and from spring to winter. From the bleak wind and snow to the bright spring flowers, from the warm and sunny spring breeze to the fierce ice and frost. In the meantime, how much tenderness and sadness have been taken away, and how many thoughts and prospects have been brought. While at this time, I thought the snowflakes in the north were so fluttering and falling quietly. Between the heaven and the Earth, the place where you look up is a snow-white world. The sentence in “Qinyuanchun. Snow” suddenly came gently from my mind: the scenery of the north, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow floating. wang the great wall outside, but more than vast, River up and down, lost surging. The mountain dance silver snake, the original wax elephant, wants to compare with the god, it must be sunny, see the red dress wrapped in plain, it is particularly enchanting. …… Snowflake is like a dancer performing on the stage, showing his own pose and making use of his performance time forgetfully. The mountains were white and the trees were covered with silver. The bare branches were deeply wrapped in ice and snow, shaking heavily in the cold of the wilderness. The makeup on the river surface is also hard white ice, blocking the gentle and lingering water fiercely. And the winter dream on the mountain is even the snow-white cold scene. Winter reveals the charm of snow completely, and also spreads the shrill and cold to the world, spreading on the land of the North Country cruelly and ostentatiously. Fortunately, the South is not as cold as the North. There is no snow in the South, no ice in rivers, no snow in branches and leaves, and no snow resistance on roads. But the cold wind pierced, piercing into the marrow, blowing on the face like a knife. The withered grass in the mountain field sobbed bitterly in the cold wind, and the fluttering fallen leaves were wrapped by condensation and stroke. The cold air was toward the mountain field and towards the Earth, singing the fierce song of winter to the vast world. The setting sun is lazy, the mountains are quiet, and the cold wind blows away. Walking quietly in winter with gentle steps. The figure at dusk was pulled very long. In the quiet winter field, you could see far and far places. The cold wind was looking for the weak place of clothes to drill inward. Gu left and right places, the fourth field was speechless. I wrapped my heart and held my warmth. Facing the cold winter season, I expressed my wild feelings and walked silently under the sky of the South. Relying on the passing of the long days, we drive away the barbarism of the cold wave with the warmth of the world, and smokes the plain and quiet vicissitudes with the auspicious smoke in the world. Touch the flowing clouds on the mortal world gently with the ordinary heart that has nothing to do with the world, and embrace the light and simple life with the deep love in the bottom of my heart. A season of cold driving time is bumping, a space of cold in the heart of looking forward. Occasionally in the winter sun, a happy heart laughs in the warm light. Open your hands, open your mind, and embrace the warm sun. On the high of the tree branches and the curved branches, birds are also playing with feathers in the warm light, combing the warmth. The high cry and the high head and forehead convey the warm sunshine. I am in the romantic light, sailing in the Heart Lake of Tang Poetry and Song poetry, the light and slow swinging wave of words, the shocking world, the poetry wave of ghosts and gods, the heart shore, gently slapped, ripples, in Lake rippling. The winter is lonely and faint, and the mood is fluttering in the cold wind. The coldness of winter only changes the environment, but cannot change people’s hearts. The aspiration of yearning and the flexibility of life are always passing through without hesitation in the wind, frost, snow and rain. Searching, ups and downs, singing and singing, living in the real world, walking and bumping. Quietly, walking in winter. Under the Sky, the wind and snow floated cold, and in the wilderness, the body wrapped in the heart of the world. Step on the wave surface of time, gently walk at the end of the season, send away the cold winter politely, and welcome the vigorous and gracious spring. Pastoral/love. QQ:2657945175. Zan (prose editor: indifferent) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Love

22 years ago, my hometown and countryside were living in poverty. Besides the meager several mu of responsibility farmland, farmers made a living in order to supply the daily living expenses, every family feeds a small number of poultry and livestock. At that time, I just graduated from school and entered the society. The main source of income that can support me after finishing middle school is the income created by a sow raised by my family. Maybe it is because of the old and weak! I witnessed the painful appearance when it died after giving birth to the piglet for the last time. Like human beings, animals also have feelings. With the mood and feeling at that time, I took notes of the scene at that time. Inscription it was about to give birth, holding the grass, anxiously looking east and west to find the night fell, and the time soon approached 22o’clock. Suddenly, with a cry of piglet, it has already brought down a small life. The master guarded it, and it lay painfully and quietly. On and off at 3 am the next day, only four pigs were born. The host was sleepless all night and woke up in the dim light. It was already 5 o’clock in the morning. The sky was slightly bright, and luckily there was another piglet. At this time, there were already five in total. The host sighed to himself with a little unfortunate consciousness: only five were born, alas! After enduring the pain of giving birth overnight, he finally stood up, walked to the food trough and ate some soft chaff food mixed with vegetables. Then I breastfeed my child. From its docile eyes, it can be seen that it loves its children very much. I am glad that the sunlight gradually weakens and the house looks a little dim. Suddenly, the owner accidentally saw a slightly bright thing discharging from the place where it gave birth to the baby, as if it had given birth to the pig again. The owner hurriedly grabbed it with a wooden stick, but did not move. The owner opened the door and looked at it, stunned: a tube like large intestine has been discharged nearly one foot long. I immediately recalled that the death of a sow fed by my neighbor two years ago was also due to the discharge of this tube. Thinking of this, I feel bad. In the afternoon, the host finally invited the veterinarian from the village. When the young veterinarian saw this situation, he said that he had never encountered this kind of situation when he was practicing medicine, and he was helpless. After hearing the news, the neighbor said to the host: no rescue a series of comparisons and taking the death of a sow he once Fed as an example, he told a lot of reasons for no rescue. I didn’t know whether it was really hopeless or whether the veterinarian’s heart was poured cold, so I made a helpless decision. At this time, the host had to watch it helplessly, and lay down immediately after coming together. Looking around, he seemed to have a premonition that he was about to leave and that he didn’t repay the host for his nostalgia and confession. The newborn piglet was not sensible, and she didn’t know that her mother was suffering from the threat of death and illness, so she cried out with hunger. When it heard the child’s cry, it finally pulled the gradually stretched tube to the side of the children regardless of everything and took a look at it, I didn’t know whether it was because my child was put in a bucket or painful, so I lay down again. As long as the pigs cried, their eyes would be wide open, and their ears stretched out strongly that night. There was no movement, and the owner let the pigs eat milk. The piglet sucked the last separated milk desperately, sucked the milk with strong mother-child affection, sucked the last Comfort left by his mother, and sucked the last living efforts of his mother. At this time, it seemed to feel a little comfort and relief left to the children on the eve of death. It felt that it could not accompany and raise its children to grow up and shed tears. He looked at the piglet coming to his mouth with his kind eyes open, as if to say: children, I’m sorry! It’s not that mother left you cruelly, leaving you who were born for one day. Children, don’t you see that terrible tube? It is to separate our mother and son! Children, I am sorry for you. You seem to shed sad tears again. The Sky is slightly bright, and it is nearly five o’clock. Because the tube was dragged and dragged on the ground, it was cut and blood flowed out. It feels much more painful, and it feels powerless. It felt that death had stretched out its deadly claws. It made up its last strength and hurriedly walked around the master’s main room. After looking at everything around, he put the familiar scenery in his eyes, and then came to the wooden bucket with his own children. He glanced at it, and cried sadly as if he was afraid of waking them up. The blood is running out; The power is almost over. In order not to die beside the child and not let the child wake up to see it, it is more painful. It surprisingly exerted its potential, desperately crossing a trunk on the ground and getting into a broken chicken cage. In order to have a last look at the children in the wooden barrel in the East before they die. He turned around with the pain of heart-wrenching, with his head heading east and his tail facing west lying beside the chicken cage. His front half was in the cage, his head stretched out from the broken cage, and his back half was outside the cage, has bright. The host saw the place where it was lying in the light of the day, thinking that he was sleeping, but did not expect that he had been dead for a long time. When the sun came out, it found that it was stiff and there was a pit behind it, which was the witness of its fight with death before its death. It left and completed its final mission. It left with regrets and tears. It left and exhausted its own efforts. It’s gone, with a touch of love that is hard to break. It went away on February 29th, 2012 like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) 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…