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Presumably, I am still greedy for some leisure time, such as sitting quietly and drinking a cup of clear tea. When the time slowly slips away from my eyebrows and eyes, the temperature in my heart is still lingering in the days, it was just a moment when I lowered my eyebrows that I forgot the rush time and the time at my fingertips. Hearing the news coming, looking along the wind, there were clouds floating across the blue sky, touching each other kindly, which was a very beautiful moment. Most of the time, if my heart is quiet, the world will become beautiful, just like the years never allow me a period of Bodhi time, but I just look for a happy life in the silence of a city. Sometimes it’s just sad, just like a pair of eyes hanging with rich sadness all the time. When the setting sun in the West shines on the writing hand, how long has spring disappeared? I have never felt that life is so hard to endure, but I just accidentally encountered the wandering of time, which made me hesitate all over the floor. For a long time, I don’t think of the lonely scene when the flowers are defeated for a long time, the withered petals one by one, who ever remembered its beauty and fragrance, till the end, it is just a flower blooming in spring, even if it used to bloom so warmly? It can’t hide from the day when the beauty grows old in spring. Whose eyebrows are picturesque, who is in the pen. There is a clump of incense among flowers, a cup of warm tea, and a wisp of thin thoughts and deep melancholy at the bend of eyebrows blowing in the spring breeze for ten miles. Pick up the sentimental feelings in a wisp of time, make the years safe and sound, whose words under the tip of the pen dance in the time. When touching the breath of time, suddenly there is a clear sound coming into my ears, and the little crisp sound seems to be like the sound of time flowing through. At a moment, the radian of the fleeting time is drawn, gradually approaching the reincarnation of the next season. In May, time was not thin, and the story of words was still written on white paper. Some years later, maybe the time is thin, the memory is old, but the heart of the hand is still lingering with the fragrance of words, reading with low eyebrows, which is enough. Looking at May, Qingmo kissed his fingertips and left a hint of fragrant fragrance. When the swaying shadow of flowers covered the secret of his mind, there was warmth and reunion in his life with you living in his heart. In leisure time, writing is the most time, and some small emotions are exposed randomly on the tip of the pen. I want to say that there is a place belonging to a person’s city where people live leisurely and quiet, there is also the Echo left after the wind winds around my ears. When the dust settles down, I will always think of someone. It is also a happy thing to have someone to imagine. Today, the warm sun is a little lazy. The breeze blows slightly across the windowsill. The green leaves on the branches shake casually. There is a simple saying that the time is quiet, but there is also a yearning called stability in the world. Therefore, all the fireworks and dust are stranded, and the softest smile is made with you. Please stop your hurried rhyme in the distance and recall a leisurely feeling. The days are still flowing in the long river of time, and I can’t catch its shadow, but I just paint it on the paper in a hurry, watching it bloom and slowly turning yellow. If the years can really make a quiet better than me, can the dribs and drabs of time make flowers-like memories? If you can, cultivate a cloud-Water Zen heart, regardless of when spring comes, when autumn leaves fall frequently, and whose beauty will be decorated by winter snow, only the simplicity of any pure flow like water overflows under the pen and ink. At dusk, the warm sun began to slide down. The World passed by casually, never leaving too many memories, but we always learned to forget when we turned around. I can’t see clearly how to draw a perfect node in the fleeting time, and who on earth writes down an affectionate stroke on the paper of life, thus there will be reunion and encounter. When the bright color dyed through the layers of clouds in the West, farewell was the most beautiful and enchanting was the end when I was the most reluctant. Staring at me, I just chose another way to keep silent. There was dust falling outside the window. I stopped on the lattice gently and listened to the page turning. A page of plain paper showed countless elves, wandering back and forth between the lines, they smiled at me. Oh, what a quiet day, a pen slipped down the table, waking up the time. The wind blows, and the long hair blows, touching the gentleness under the eyelashes, blinking, whose Chinese year is reflected in the eyes. The most beautiful woman should have a heart of quietness and no struggle with the world. Pure time is woven on the plain brocade, and the colored glaze Cup with words like water flowing through the years. Many years later, I hope to see mountains or mountains, water or water. Time is still the same, time will not grow old, just let time kiss our hair white. Text: Silent praise without facial expression (prose editor: Ink drops into wounds) the snow disappears in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. 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我的老家在一个不大不小的山村,一座黄泥土屋生活着八十多岁的老父亲和弟弟一家三口。在县城安家的大妹,早在腊月二十三就锁了自家家门,带上大包小包,带上老公和儿子,回到老家陪伴父亲过年。 我因为单位里安排春节值班,大年初四才得空回老家。行前,妻子提出一家三口去我老家,但我预感到这趟老家之行不会很愉快,决定还是我一个人去。到了县城之后换乘通乡班车到了小镇,还有二十几里路,再换乘一趟中巴车就到家了,但山区班车少,平时一天只有二趟,春节期间增加到六趟。等我回家心切的妹夫担心我等不上班车,骑着摩托车到镇上来接我了。 回到家正是中午时分,父亲迎出门来: 饼,回来了? 爸,回来了。 父亲接过我的行李,进了屋。 准备吃饭,却没看见弟弟一家三口以及大妹的儿子的踪影。大妹告诉我,弟媳妇带着儿子回娘家去了,要好些日子才会回来;大妹的儿子咋天就送回县城自己的家了。 都还是学生啊,呆在这里沾染上玩牌抄麻将,一生就毁了,哥,你的儿子没带回来,我看也好。 大妹还告诉我,弟弟正在金水家里打麻将。 四宝他们都回来了,弟弟和他们一起玩。过年难得凑到一起,那些人不玩个天昏地暗怎歇得下来?玩起来是顾不上吃饭的,我们先吃就是。 吃过饭,父亲、妹夫和我坐在屋前晒太阳。父亲问: 怎不早些回来呢? 工作走不开。 建军回来把屋瓦翻新了,不漏雨了。 我很感激地看着妹夫,翻新屋瓦本是我这个做儿子的事,都由他代做了。 妹夫呵呵笑着说: 谁有空谁做嘛,再说哥坐办公室工作,哪做得了上屋翻瓦的活啊。哥,带嫂子来乡下玩两天吧。 我正想编个理由搪塞一下,妹夫的手机响了,他站起走到一边接了个电话,回头苦笑着说: 爸,哥,真正不好意思,真正不好意思,我师傅来电话,其他两个师兄弟都到了,三缺一,不去不行啊。 妹夫的师傅是邻村的,早年妹夫跟他学过篾工活;喜欢抄麻将,抄麻将就是待客,待客就是抄麻将。对于妹夫的离去,我笑而不应。父亲答应道: 那就去吧。 在灶屋里忙活的大妹追出灶屋嘱咐道: 不要玩的太大,无论输赢,早点回来。 妹夫边往外走边回道: 知道了,在师傅家不会玩大的。爸,哥,失陪了啊! 妹夫走后,我对父亲说: 您儿媳妇这次没时间来,下次来看您。噢,她给您买了人参。 我回屋从行李包里取出人参,又掏出早已准备好的一包现金,一并递给他。 父亲接过人参,又数了数钱,递回来一部分: 我一个老人吃又吃不了多少,用也用不了多少,拿这么多钱干什么?你要经常回来看看我啊! 这是父亲在责备我。我的鼻子有些酸。我不但自己没有经常回来,而且阻止妻子儿子回来,我是个不孝子。但是,我心底有一股难以明状的对老家、对父亲的恐惧和埋怨,是怕回家、怕与父亲见面的。村子里赌风日盛,尤其是春节期间,无论男女老少,热衷于打扑克抄麻将,不参赌的反而遭到叽笑和孤立。而父亲是乡里村里的 名 人,前些年我回家,很少能在家里见到他,一问,不是在这村那村赌博,就是被带去乡政府 教育 了。今天能在家里见到他,那是因为他年纪大了,腰身佝偻,老眼昏花,精力不剂。当然,也不是绝对不赌博,家乡话叫 压汤 的一种赌法,不用动脑子完全凭运气,他还是要去的。父亲问我在外的工作情况,问我儿子的学习情况,基本上是他问我答。父子见面我一向话少,今天大概是说话最多的一次。 不知不觉晚餐时间到了。妹忙碌一下午,一桌架碗叠盘的晚餐准备好了,而妹夫被邀去之后,家里就剩四个人,怎消受得了如此丰盛的菜肴。妹掏出手机打电话给还在打麻将的弟弟,让他把一起打麻将的人统统叫来吃饭。不一会儿,弟弟领着四个人来了,四宝、永方、金水、益文,都是一起长大的发小,四宝和我还是从小学到初中的同班同学,只不过长大之后各奔东西讨生活,要过年回到老家才有机会相聚。他们一一和我打过招呼,然后入席,推杯换盏,形骸放浪。 酒足饭饱之后,大妹收拾碗筷。老父亲又和大家说了一会话,就回到他的房间休息去了;要是放在前几年,饭碗一扔早找人打牌去了。天还不是很黑,也不冷,其余的人就在屋前围坐成一圈抽烟喝茶。我平时是不抽烟的,但今天在他们面前也抽烟,一支接一支地抽,抽得很像那么回事。他们聊的都是一些各自的打工经历和见闻,聊着聊着,话题就集中到了赌博一事上来。金水说: 上村头赌得更兴,据说XXX初二一个晚上,就赢了六万,人家打工一整年也没这个数啊。 转向四宝问, 四宝你这几天赢了多少? 在座的除我和永方外,都是赌博的,而四宝最资深。四宝多年来一直在广东东莞打工,因他的好赌,老婆和他离婚了,日子过得紧巴;年年春节都能在老家见到他,见到他一次,他就在我面前发一次戒赌的毒誓,然而年年戒赌年年赌。他朝我斜睨一眼,又转着头看了看在座的人: 打麻将是国术,又有几人不打呢。要说输赢嘛,输输赢赢,赢赢输输,有输有赢,不输不赢,玩玩开心而已。 赌博了怎么会不输不赢呢?只不过因我在场,没有说实话罢了。 益文苦笑着说: 说实话,输了钱还能开心?我年前就输了不少,一点心情都没有,这年都没法过,今天才算翻回来一点点。 金水接口道: 我不是输的?输得比你还惨。别看我们乡下,运气不好的话一个晚上要输好几万,一年的打工收入一个晚上就没了。 他因贪恋牌局,至今快五十岁了还没成家呢。 打牌打麻将嘛,十赌九输啊,我赌了二十年的博,接触过牌友麻友数都数不清,还不曾听说过谁是靠它生活的,既便是那个XXX,也不是靠赌博生活的。人一旦赌上博了就回不去了啊。 四宝这才说了实话。喝了一口茶水,盯着坐在对面没有插话的永方, 永方这样的日子才叫过日子,赌博从来不沾边,也就是今天大家聚在一起,来点小玩玩,真是难得。 永方先在上海一个建筑工地做工,后来又转移到湖南工地了,每年都有十多万的收入,三年前回老家盖起了四层的小楼。永方抬头应道: 不好说。 我问: 你又不赌博,还有啥不好说的? 永方摇摇头: 还真不好说。 挨着永方坐的益文小声说: 还是我来说吧,永方不是不赌博,他老婆管得紧,到现在一点都不知道,连我也是今天才知道的。哎,你们千万不要出去乱说啊。 永方点了点头: 以前是不赌的,两年前我被人家引诱玩 妞妞 ,两年下来半栋房子亏掉了。 我碰碰身边四宝的胳膊肘低声问: 啥叫玩 妞妞 ?是嫖娼吗?这么历害! 就是扑克牌的一种新玩法。 四宝转向永方问, 当初你是尝到甜头的吧?不然不会陷进去的。 是呀,一下赢一百,一下赢两百,上工挣钱哪有这么轻松啊? 永方回应。 还是四宝说到点上了,到底是老赌博。 益文说。 我就不信 夜色渐浓,永方的眉目和表情已经不甚清晰,只能看个点头摇头的动作而已,但从他的说话声中能明显感觉到他在咬牙切齿。 要不要再赌一把,运气总不会这样背呀? 四宝说。 好,我也觉着今天该赢。 金水的声音。 大过年的,赌要赌个尽兴;我们都是东南西北打工的,年一过完,想聚在一起赌博也没这个机会呢。 益文的声音。 走! 一直勾着头没有说话的弟弟站了起来,迫不及待往外走。两年前,弟弟以盖新屋资金不足为借口,从我这里拿走N万元钱还了赌债,至于盖新屋是没影子的事,住的还是眼前这座老屋,是他尚未出生就盖起来的、父母留下来的黄泥土屋,因此他见到我能躲则躲,不能躲则不说话。在弟弟的带动下,他们都站了起来向外走去。 四宝对原地不动的我说: 饼,你也是难得回来,我们本该好好聚聚;你一个人留在这里,多冷清啊;还是一起去看看热闹吧,大过年的。 父亲和大妹都在家里呢,我回屋看看电视,就不去玩了。 那我们几个就没空陪你了,对不起了啊,要明年过年再好好聚聚了啊。 没事,没事,你们玩你们的,我看我的电视,各有所好,这样挺好。 我知道要拦住他们不参赌是徒劳的,就向他们挥了挥手,也不知道夜色中他们看清了我的挥手没。 我把屋外的桌子凳子搬回屋。屋里灯火通明,大妹在灶屋洗洗刷刷,我从灶屋到客堂转了一圈,视线就停留在客堂的柱子上和门上的对联上了。都是旧对联,褪去了红色,呈现灰黄色,当中发了白,有二、三年了吧;因为所贴部位木头有裂缝,对联也随之撕裂,裂口处灰白的纸张翘起一角;对联边沿处露出几层更灰更白的对联痕迹,想必是早几年贴对联时新的覆盖旧的所致。唯一新贴的是板壁上一张年历,上有 赠烈军属和复员退伍军人 字样(我是转业军人),落款是县人民政府。 突然想起舞龙灯来了。舞龙灯可是家乡一大盛事,一条竹编巨龙扑、滚、卧、跃、扭、摆,穿越村道晒场,舞遍家家户户。大妹的家务已经收拾停当,坐在我对面陪我说话。我问: 今天初四,舞龙灯应该有动静了吧? 那时候我们都还是孩子,龙灯舞到那里,我们就追随到那里,跟着看,那真是开心!尽管生活条件不好。 大妹说, 可是现在,村子里外出打工的人要在过年前几天才回到家,早的人初五、六就要走,过完正月十五,整个村庄已走得空空荡荡了,只剩下老人和孩童。回家的几天又忙于打牌抄麻将,谁还有时间、精力舞龙灯?停了好几年呗。 仅仅是没有时间和精力吗?我想反驳,然而张了张嘴,什么话也说不出来。 我又想起了看婺剧。婺剧是植根于浙西地区的地方戏,传承了数百年。春节期间村村抢着去抬婺剧团的道具箱来村里演,抢到了连演好几天。本想问问村里还有没有婺剧演出,然而不用问了,明明知道周边乡村几个婺剧团早就解散了。 还是早点睡吧。 第二天早晨我睡了个懒觉,起床洗漱时,父亲尚未起床,大妹早在灶屋忙开了;弟弟彻夜未归;妹夫昨夜不知道什么时候回家的,今天一大早又上山挖冬笋去了。突然,我心中涌起了对妹夫的敬佩:昨天出于礼节而赴赌,身陷赌窝却不沾赌习,真汉子也! 我踱出家门,登上屋后的山坡。居高下望,S形的村子静静地趴卧在山坳里,一团乳白色的晨雾游荡在村庄上空。晨雾散去,几十幅屋脊杂乱无序地铺展开来,哦,那瓦顶经过修缮翻新的是我家老屋,黑褐色老瓦片的是四宝的旧屋,釉瓦反射阳光的是永方的四层小楼,半幅旧瓦半幅新瓦的是金水和他弟弟分家后合住的祖屋,隐在他人屋后只露出一角瓦顶的是益文的小屋;但他们一赌通宵还是早早收场呢,我无从知道,也不想知道。 该见的人见到了,这年就算过完了,但年已走样了,变异了,已唤不起心底的留恋和向往了。是否该离家了呢?尽管父亲和大妹一再挽留我多住几日,但我留下来已显得多余,是该离去了,今天或者明天。 2016年3月一 我的老家在一个不大不小的山村,一座黄泥土屋生活着八十多岁的老父亲和弟弟一家三口。在县城安家的大妹,早在腊月二十三就锁了自家家门,带上大包小包,带上老公和儿子,回到老家陪伴父亲过年。 我因为单位里安排春节值班,大年初四才得空回老家。行前,妻子提出一家三口去我老家,但我预感到这趟老家之行不会很愉快,决定还是我一个人去。到了县城之后换乘通乡班车到了小镇,还有二十几里路,再换乘一趟中巴车就到家了,但山区班车少,平时一天只有二趟,春节期间增加到六趟。等我回家心切的妹夫担心我等不上班车,骑着摩托车到镇上来接我了。 回到家正是中午时分,父亲迎出门来: 饼,回来了? 爸,回来了。 父亲接过我的行李,进了屋。 准备吃饭,却没看见弟弟一家三口以及大妹的儿子的踪影。大妹告诉我,弟媳妇带着儿子回娘家去了,要好些日子才会回来;大妹的儿子咋天就送回县城自己的家了。 都还是学生啊,呆在这里沾染上玩牌抄麻将,一生就毁了,哥,你的儿子没带回来,我看也好。 大妹还告诉我,弟弟正在金水家里打麻将。 四宝他们都回来了,弟弟和他们一起玩。过年难得凑到一起,那些人不玩个天昏地暗怎歇得下来?玩起来是顾不上吃饭的,我们先吃就是。 吃过饭,父亲、妹夫和我坐在屋前晒太阳。父亲问: 怎不早些回来呢? 工作走不开。 建军回来把屋瓦翻新了,不漏雨了。 我很感激地看着妹夫,翻新屋瓦本是我这个做儿子的事,都由他代做了。 妹夫呵呵笑着说: 谁有空谁做嘛,再说哥坐办公室工作,哪做得了上屋翻瓦的活啊。哥,带嫂子来乡下玩两天吧。 我正想编个理由搪塞一下,妹夫的手机响了,他站起走到一边接了个电话,回头苦笑着说: 爸,哥,真正不好意思,真正不好意思,我师傅来电话,其他两个师兄弟都到了,三缺一,不去不行啊。 妹夫的师傅是邻村的,早年妹夫跟他学过篾工活;喜欢抄麻将,抄麻将就是待客,待客就是抄麻将。对于妹夫的离去,我笑而不应。父亲答应道: 那就去吧。 在灶屋里忙活的大妹追出灶屋嘱咐道: 不要玩的太大,无论输赢,早点回来。 妹夫边往外走边回道: 知道了,在师傅家不会玩大的。爸,哥,失陪了啊! 妹夫走后,我对父亲说: 您儿媳妇这次没时间来,下次来看您。噢,她给您买了人参。 我回屋从行李包里取出人参,又掏出早已准备好的一包现金,一并递给他。 父亲接过人参,又数了数钱,递回来一部分: 我一个老人吃又吃不了多少,用也用不了多少,拿这么多钱干什么?你要经常回来看看我啊! 这是父亲在责备我。我的鼻子有些酸。我不但自己没有经常回来,而且阻止妻子儿子回来,我是个不孝子。但是,我心底有一股难以明状的对老家、对父亲的恐惧和埋怨,是怕回家、怕与父亲见面的。村子里赌风日盛,尤其是春节期间,无论男女老少,热衷于打扑克抄麻将,不参赌的反而遭到叽笑和孤立。而父亲是乡里村里的 名 人,前些年我回家,很少能在家里见到他,一问,不是在这村那村赌博,就是被带去乡政府 教育 了。今天能在家里见到他,那是因为他年纪大了,腰身佝偻,老眼昏花,精力不剂。当然,也不是绝对不赌博,家乡话叫 压汤 的一种赌法,不用动脑子完全凭运气,他还是要去的。父亲问我在外的工作情况,问我儿子的学习情况,基本上是他问我答。父子见面我一向话少,今天大概是说话最多的一次。 不知不觉晚餐时间到了。妹忙碌一下午,一桌架碗叠盘的晚餐准备好了,而妹夫被邀去之后,家里就剩四个人,怎消受得了如此丰盛的菜肴。妹掏出手机打电话给还在打麻将的弟弟,让他把一起打麻将的人统统叫来吃饭。不一会儿,弟弟领着四个人来了,四宝、永方、金水、益文,都是一起长大的发小,四宝和我还是从小学到初中的同班同学,只不过长大之后各奔东西讨生活,要过年回到老家才有机会相聚。他们一一和我打过招呼,然后入席,推杯换盏,形骸放浪。 酒足饭饱之后,大妹收拾碗筷。老父亲又和大家说了一会话,就回到他的房间休息去了;要是放在前几年,饭碗一扔早找人打牌去了。天还不是很黑,也不冷,其余的人就在屋前围坐成一圈抽烟喝茶。我平时是不抽烟的,但今天在他们面前也抽烟,一支接一支地抽,抽得很像那么回事。他们聊的都是一些各自的打工经历和见闻,聊着聊着,话题就集中到了赌博一事上来。金水说: 上村头赌得更兴,据说XXX初二一个晚上,就赢了六万,人家打工一整年也没这个数啊。 转向四宝问, 四宝你这几天赢了多少? 在座的除我和永方外,都是赌博的,而四宝最资深。四宝多年来一直在广东东莞打工,因他的好赌,老婆和他离婚了,日子过得紧巴;年年春节都能在老家见到他,见到他一次,他就在我面前发一次戒赌的毒誓,然而年年戒赌年年赌。他朝我斜睨一眼,又转着头看了看在座的人: 打麻将是国术,又有几人不打呢。要说输赢嘛,输输赢赢,赢赢输输,有输有赢,不输不赢,玩玩开心而已。 赌博了怎么会不输不赢呢?只不过因我在场,没有说实话罢了。 益文苦笑着说: 说实话,输了钱还能开心?我年前就输了不少,一点心情都没有,这年都没法过,今天才算翻回来一点点。 金水接口道: 我不是输的?输得比你还惨。别看我们乡下,运气不好的话一个晚上要输好几万,一年的打工收入一个晚上就没了。 他因贪恋牌局,至今快五十岁了还没成家呢。 打牌打麻将嘛,十赌九输啊,我赌了二十年的博,接触过牌友麻友数都数不清,还不曾听说过谁是靠它生活的,既便是那个XXX,也不是靠赌博生活的。人一旦赌上博了就回不去了啊。 四宝这才说了实话。喝了一口茶水,盯着坐在对面没有插话的永方, 永方这样的日子才叫过日子,赌博从来不沾边,也就是今天大家聚在一起,来点小玩玩,真是难得。 永方先在上海一个建筑工地做工,后来又转移到湖南工地了,每年都有十多万的收入,三年前回老家盖起了四层的小楼。永方抬头应道: 不好说。 我问: 你又不赌博,还有啥不好说的? 永方摇摇头: 还真不好说。 挨着永方坐的益文小声说: 还是我来说吧,永方不是不赌博,他老婆管得紧,到现在一点都不知道,连我也是今天才知道的。哎,你们千万不要出去乱说啊。 永方点了点头: 以前是不赌的,两年前我被人家引诱玩 妞妞 ,两年下来半栋房子亏掉了。 我碰碰身边四宝的胳膊肘低声问: 啥叫玩 妞妞 ?是嫖娼吗?这么历害! 就是扑克牌的一种新玩法。 四宝转向永方问, 当初你是尝到甜头的吧?不然不会陷进去的。 是呀,一下赢一百,一下赢两百,上工挣钱哪有这么轻松啊? 永方回应。 还是四宝说到点上了,到底是老赌博。 益文说。 我就不信 夜色渐浓,永方的眉目和表情已经不甚清晰,只能看个点头摇头的动作而已,但从他的说话声中能明显感觉到他在咬牙切齿。 要不要再赌一把,运气总不会这样背呀? 四宝说。 好,我也觉着今天该赢。 金水的声音。 大过年的,赌要赌个尽兴;我们都是东南西北打工的,年一过完,想聚在一起赌博也没这个机会呢。 益文的声音。 走! 一直勾着头没有说话的弟弟站了起来,迫不及待往外走。两年前,弟弟以盖新屋资金不足为借口,从我这里拿走N万元钱还了赌债,至于盖新屋是没影子的事,住的还是眼前这座老屋,是他尚未出生就盖起来的、父母留下来的黄泥土屋,因此他见到我能躲则躲,不能躲则不说话。在弟弟的带动下,他们都站了起来向外走去。 四宝对原地不动的我说: 饼,你也是难得回来,我们本该好好聚聚;你一个人留在这里,多冷清啊;还是一起去看看热闹吧,大过年的。 父亲和大妹都在家里呢,我回屋看看电视,就不去玩了。 那我们几个就没空陪你了,对不起了啊,要明年过年再好好聚聚了啊。 没事,没事,你们玩你们的,我看我的电视,各有所好,这样挺好。 我知道要拦住他们不参赌是徒劳的,就向他们挥了挥手,也不知道夜色中他们看清了我的挥手没。 我把屋外的桌子凳子搬回屋。屋里灯火通明,大妹在灶屋洗洗刷刷,我从灶屋到客堂转了一圈,视线就停留在客堂的柱子上和门上的对联上了。都是旧对联,褪去了红色,呈现灰黄色,当中发了白,有二、三年了吧;因为所贴部位木头有裂缝,对联也随之撕裂,裂口处灰白的纸张翘起一角;对联边沿处露出几层更灰更白的对联痕迹,想必是早几年贴对联时新的覆盖旧的所致。唯一新贴的是板壁上一张年历,上有 赠烈军属和复员退伍军人 字样(我是转业军人),落款是县人民政府。 突然想起舞龙灯来了。舞龙灯可是家乡一大盛事,一条竹编巨龙扑、滚、卧、跃、扭、摆,穿越村道晒场,舞遍家家户户。大妹的家务已经收拾停当,坐在我对面陪我说话。我问: 今天初四,舞龙灯应该有动静了吧? 那时候我们都还是孩子,龙灯舞到那里,我们就追随到那里,跟着看,那真是开心!尽管生活条件不好。 大妹说, 可是现在,村子里外出打工的人要在过年前几天才回到家,早的人初五、六就要走,过完正月十五,整个村庄已走得空空荡荡了,只剩下老人和孩童。回家的几天又忙于打牌抄麻将,谁还有时间、精力舞龙灯?停了好几年呗。 仅仅是没有时间和精力吗?我想反驳,然而张了张嘴,什么话也说不出来。 我又想起了看婺剧。婺剧是植根于浙西地区的地方戏,传承了数百年。春节期间村村抢着去抬婺剧团的道具箱来村里演,抢到了连演好几天。本想问问村里还有没有婺剧演出,然而不用问了,明明知道周边乡村几个婺剧团早就解散了。 还是早点睡吧。 第二天早晨我睡了个懒觉,起床洗漱时,父亲尚未起床,大妹早在灶屋忙开了;弟弟彻夜未归;妹夫昨夜不知道什么时候回家的,今天一大早又上山挖冬笋去了。突然,我心中涌起了对妹夫的敬佩:昨天出于礼节而赴赌,身陷赌窝却不沾赌习,真汉子也! 我踱出家门,登上屋后的山坡。居高下望,S形的村子静静地趴卧在山坳里,一团乳白色的晨雾游荡在村庄上空。晨雾散去,几十幅屋脊杂乱无序地铺展开来,哦,那瓦顶经过修缮翻新的是我家老屋,黑褐色老瓦片的是四宝的旧屋,釉瓦反射阳光的是永方的四层小楼,半幅旧瓦半幅新瓦的是金水和他弟弟分家后合住的祖屋,隐在他人屋后只露出一角瓦顶的是益文的小屋;但他们一赌通宵还是早早收场呢,我无从知道,也不想知道。 该见的人见到了,这年就算过完了,但年已走样了,变异了,已唤不起心底的留恋和向往了。是否该离家了呢?尽管父亲和大妹一再挽留我多住几日,但我留下来已显得多余,是该离去了,今天或者明天。 2016年3月 赞 (散文编辑:滴墨成伤) 春之消雪 春之消雪,多了 遥念,欲说还休。遥念,就在那片雪原之上。雪还真是很美,到底是春天… 等待 等待,是一种坚守,执着于某种信念而不离不弃。可能因为某一种承诺,也有可能因为某一… 要善于倾听不同的声音和意见 我于10月6日 发表 了一篇 游记 散文 :《 满眼 秋色 美如画》,不少 文学 网站 得到了… 读《廊桥遗梦》 “当白蛾子张开翅膀的时候,可以来找我,随时都可以”。我想,如果我是一个男人,当收… 从今天开始,我要快乐 很早以前囫囵吞枣读过《呼兰河传》,记得当时心情着实沉重了好久,具体是哪些人物引起… 得病的时日 这两天接二连三的打喷嚏,我说是有人在念我,别人都说我有病,最后医生也说我有…

Twist Spring

When spring comes, is the warmth not far away? I would like to write about the spring in my writing, love the pink and Willow Green, love the gurgling streams, love the light clouds and clear winds, love the long grass and the flying of warblers. Yes, I love too much in my life, just like there is always a faint feeling of joy hidden in my heart. Maybe time, time, has never changed its appearance, but we just walk along a road called life, and when we walk, we change our mind. At the ferry of the wind, can you see the fireworks across the shore, the people with clouds drifting by, the people with small bridges and flowing water, and the beautiful smoke curling in the painting, there is also a deep warmth flooding the Heart Lake. How eager it is to have a free wandering. On the way, I will deliberately pass through the deep mountains and forests and listen attentively to the whispers of all things in nature, there is also the joy of birds spreading their wings. A meeting is like a reunion between soul and spirituality, dotted with small secretly pleased and great satisfaction. If a journey of mountains and rivers is the beginning of a Buddhist relationship, occasionally I will stay in a quaint temple, where the incense is not boisterous, I have to seek for the Buddha to sweep the dust for myself, and my heart is clear and clear. Speaking, I am such a trusted woman, listening to the sound of beating wooden fish streaking across her ears, blowing through the prosperity of the world and wanting to add a simple peace to herself. Listening to the true words of chanting along with the time and space flow, passing through the mountains of the ancient temple to the sea of people’s hearts, I just want to realize the boundless and boundless Buddhism, cultivate the reincarnation of the afterlife and become the Green Lotus in front of the Buddha. Turning up a book casually in the afternoon, the time is probably just spent in choosing a period of leisure, and the garden in the book has its own breeze. When getting used to being accompanied by quietness, take a touch of fragrance and smell it on the tip of nose, and the smile at the corner of lips will also make the lonely time beautiful. How many thoughts are brewed in a cup of tea, and how many threads can be used to create a pure and simple beautiful picture. Sitting in the safety of a city, what comes easily is not the smile of words, it’s just a stack of small threads, quiet and safe. When the overwhelming warmth swept over and bathed in the sunshine, all the troubles began to fade away quietly, and the peace of heart was just to seek freedom and worry. Many years ago, I told myself that there was another world in front of me. The only one who loved my soul wandered in a note of words for half a lifetime. Although half a cup of tea after heating was already cold, however, how much sadness has been boiled out in the lost way, looking forward to drinking all the joys and sorrows one day, smiling to the warmth and blooming quietly. Finally, still no will displaced wrote 1.1 drop, present beauty like flowers bloom warm time in. It is said that people’s heart is a sea that can not be seen. If there is no wave in the sea, how can it be terrified and shocked? Even if it is tossing and turning, it is just a matter of one person. It has nothing to do with others and has something, who can I show you if you are not strong and cowardly? Some people say that the blue sky is like a disease. To me, it is not a disease but a hopeless beauty. How blue and broad it is, and how beautiful it is to embrace tens of millions of things, sunshine can’t live without it, rain and dew can’t live without it, animals and plants, people can’t live without it, appreciate its greatness, and we can’t think of anything while we live. You can keep silence as an eternal appearance, dye the scene with the color of fleeting years, make a cup of tea of years into a clear calm, and accompany the loved one to his old age without knowing his white hair, when can I draw a perfect ending for my life. I hope that many years later, my words will still become an immortal legend of a person. I don’t write poems, I don’t write floating life as a dream, I don’t write separation, I just write about his encounter with her, and I love her for a lifetime. Waiting for the spring flowers, just like waiting for the arrival of the loved one, he will take me into his arms and tell me that he is there, everything is no longer the blank of the past. I raised my head and saw the warm sun shining through the fingers into my heart. When I picked up the pen, I thought so much that I would like to skim over the mountains and rivers and gather thousands of tender feelings to reach a place where I came back, and the person who loves me will cherish me, pity me, hurt the lingering sorrow of my eyebrows, kiss away the tears flowing down my cheeks, and the softness of my fingertips will slip through the coldness of my palm, take me with you. I remember that the moon went through summer, autumn and the cold winter. It weaved in the yearning season after season, I wrote the days day after day. As if the picture of acquaintance was still on the memory of yesterday, I stepped on a wisp of breeze, and that person appeared in front of me casually, and a gentle call was silently remembered in my heart from now on, become the warmth I want to guard. Now, the time in the days is still fine. Every day, I start to sleep with full happiness. Listening to him talking about our love, let me talk about endless small emotions, unconsciously, they became the only one for each other. At this time, a new spring is coming, and the moon is still sprinkling white lovesickness in the original place. When the silver brilliance shines on the paper full of words, the feelings like water flow to the sky like a clear spring, flowing into the long river called time, the I am across the bank read and read, thought and thought your bunch of lily of the valley. How long has it been since I fell in love with the smell of ink incense, wandering on the edge of my dream, stirring up the mystery of my mind with wisps of emotion, and suspense in the light wind. Allow me to linger in the flowers with a dignified attitude. At the moment when I am in the wind, can the elegant characters vividly present the gentle beauty of love? What comes easily is the fragrance of a flower, or the charm of a pink one. Whose previous life and present life are enchanted by the silence on the brow? Slow down and chase the fleeting time like water. The flourishing age is just a cloud and smoke in front of us. In the willfulness again and again, it grows slowly after tossing and turning. Nianchun smiled and held a warm heart. I believe that she will still be a gentle woman after many years. Even if the vicissitudes change her face, she will not be afraid of the invasion of wind and rain, in the life of fireworks, keep a city, be happy and safe, and deserve others. Text: makeup silent 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…

Yuan expanse

Driving home outside at noon, I met a friend walking on the roadside and took a ride on the way. After his friend got off the bus, he looked at his relaxed figure and suddenly thought of many past events about hitchhiking. My hometown is in the most remote Hetao village in southern Shandong. When I was in primary school, a reform-through-labor farm was built near the village. Suddenly, some big cars came and went from the narrow road in the middle of the village. The car was walking very slowly in the village. I caught between the children and followed the car, smelling the smell of gasoline emitted by the car engine, and bravely grabbed the back door of the car and muttered with my feet hanging in the air, from Zhuangzi to the West. Then it’s my first ride in my memory! A few years later, the reform-through-labor farm was withdrawn, and the big car didn’t come again. From the spring of 1972 to the summer of 1974, I studied in Zaozhuang No. 6 Middle School for two and a half years, 30 miles from home to school, and I had to walk back and forth every week, carrying the package of 34 pieces of pancakes and a bottle of pickles, I walked along the forest path on the riverbank. At the transition pass, I went through several villages before arriving. During this period, I went to Taierzhuang to watch a movie called “Flower Girl”, and the person who took a ride was a classmate’s bicycle. After graduating from high school, as a returned educated youth, he received the re-education of the poor and lower middle peasants in the village, became the league secretary, became the advanced model of the whole district’s knowledge year, and participated in the first generation meeting of the whole district’s Communist Youth League. However, the meeting notice required participants to carry forward the glorious tradition of the old Red Army and carry out a new Long March. The implication was to walk into the city for a meeting. It is more than 30 kilometers from home to the city from west to east. Early in the morning, I set out with a league secretary from the neighboring village and went east along the river bank. The sun was scorching in summer, and it became more and more tiring to walk. Until the afternoon, there were still more than ten miles ahead waiting for us to measure with our feet. A carriage which went into the city to pull ammonia passed by, hesitating for a few times in the heart and asking for help, sitting on the ammonia bag pulled by the carriage. The legs and feet were relieved, but the body and body were burdened: the new youth of the new Long March was too tired to walk dozens of kilometers, and also opportunistic hitchhiking. Isn’t this a sign that they are not hard-minded? So, the conference reporting sites, see commune secretary of the Communist Youth League, active the review. Did not expect people said: 8 cents bus ticket no? You can be reimbursed by ticket! However, your spirit is very worthy of praise! Hey hey, praise came in a timely manner, and encouragement came in a grand manner. When I made a typical report on the stage, the host of the conference specially added: this comrade walked more than 30 kilometers to attend the conference. This spirit was the spirit of the new Long March for building the four modernizations. Next, thunderous applause rang! After graduating from high school, from the city’s literary backbone training class, the district’s literary propaganda team, the city’s drama creation team, commune reporting station, to the district name office, and then to the district Radio and Television Bureau, later, there were still several years of secondment of provincial and municipal radio stations to edit and edit key programs. In, he stepped back from his post and was invited to Shanghai to help prepare Zaozhuang Chamber of Commerce. After several decades of difficulties, there were countless business and private affairs and hitch, the vehicles we take include bicycles, motorcycles, tractors, trucks and even luxury cars of leading cadres and entrepreneurs. Among the experiences of taking a ride as usual, the most risky and unforgettable one was the experience of taking a train that year. It was the winter day when my village was recommended to raise the college entrance fee of 5 yuan when I graduated from junior high school with a hat in 1978, I followed my second uncle and other five or six adults as well as a sister of my neighbor family to Xuzhou to sell the sweet potato powder which was commonly known as the processing by myself. It is the starch that is filtered and precipitated by the filter pocket made of mosquito net cloth after grinding fresh sweet potato or dried sweet potato into paste. After the starch was filtered out, the remaining powder residue was rolled into pancakes with pancakes, which was the staple food of life at that time. The starch purchased by youliucun can also be sold at the local commune purchasing station, which is about two cents per jin. Sell it to Xuzhou native products company, and the top one can sell 30 to 50 yuan per jin. Therefore, we just want to buy a few more yuan. At that time, I was only 15 years old. I was less than tall and weighed less than 80 Jin. But carrying 20 or 30 Jin of starch, I walked 20 miles to the railway station with adults and bought a Tong ticket, I am looking forward to the fresh feeling of taking the train coming soon. It was dark, the ticket was checked, and the car came, but because of the crowded people, the car could not squeeze into the Green Door after driving. Looking at the second uncle carrying the powder bag monkey walking away with the train outside the door, my sister next door and I looked at each other with sorrow. I went home and ran dozens of miles in vain. Stay, the next bus will be at this time tomorrow, one day a night, live in the restaurant to eat, no money, and have to delay one day’s work. At this time, the dispatcher who cleared the platform found us. After thinking over and over again, he told us that there was a truck in front of him who would leave immediately and sit on it, and would not delay selling powder tomorrow. As a result, we are like catching a lifeline, I climbed into an empty carriage happily. As soon as the breath was gasp, there was a clanging sound and shaking. With a whistle, the train started. The stars in the sky did not move, but the trees on both sides ran backwards swiftly. It was the first time to take such a train. This kind of cool feeling soon became cool, and the whole body became cold after a while. The train went forward for more than half an hour, and stopped at a station called sanzhangmao. It took two hours to stop, which was called cold. We were so cold that we curled up and warmed each other. The sister next door and I got close to each other. Her warm breath drifted rhythmically behind my neck. For the first time, I smelt the body fragrance permeated with the young girl. I was a little confused in my heart, but I dared not move. The third time of Rooster came from the distant place. When a bright star in the East jumped up in panic, the train started again. The car stopped outside Xuzhou station. We rushed out of the car and ran out along the rail, making us panting and sweating, and we didn’t dare to stop. We were afraid that we would be caught as a dealer who escaped tickets. In fact, it is unnecessary to recall now, because there are all tickets bought and checked last night! Many experiences of hitchhiking have enriched my life experience and bred the consciousness of knowing how to be grateful and willing to help others. 2011 nian 8 yue, in friends anything to under, 60 thousands or 70 thousands yuan bought a Beijing modern small car, learning test a driver’s license, travel by car, general need not pick-up. When it is convenient, it becomes a habit to let others take a ride occasionally. It’s convenient to be with others, and the wind goes smoothly. Why not do that?! 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…

Wind

The storm on May 3rd scared Panjin people who had experienced it. This day was the first memorial day after my father died. For several days, I always felt that my father was with us and didn’t leave us. I always had illusions in my mind. Night sleep, morning 3 point wake up, feeling window like knock stuffy drum, roaring to ring-istan. Open the curtain and look outside. Under the hazy light, the rain seemed to have been raining for a long time. There was already a piece of white and bright water on the cement floor. The tree is swaying hard, indicating that the wind is not bad. The next time I couldn’t fall asleep. I finally got to Dawn and drove to my hometown early to pay tribute to my father. The wind is getting stronger and stronger. Although the rain is not heavy rain, the raindrops are pulled by the wind, which makes the car window full of strength and lashes fiercely. The outside is blurry and chaotic. I felt a little indescribable in my heart inexplicably. How could I pay tribute to my father in such a weather? Dad’s grave placement in village north of River Dam, the village walk tar at the end of the trail, distance cemetery and 1 kilometers how far field soil path, days walks past, even in good weather, when the soil is dry on the ground, it is hard to get into the car, and it is difficult to walk in the pothole. After the wind and rain for half a night, it must be very difficult to walk. What’s more, it was still raining with such a strong wind. Thinking of these, I was inevitably worried. When I came to my parents’ home, my younger brothers and sisters hadn’t arrived yet. It was also because of the weather that they might all want to wait for the wind and rain to stop to pay tribute to my father. But looking at the weather outside, it was so cloudy that the wind was stronger than that in the morning. Looking at the posture above level 8 or Level 9, there was no sign of stopping at all. I told my younger brothers and sisters, don’t wait any more. The wind and rain won’t stop for a day. The memorial ceremony should be held early. This is my father testing the loyalty of his children and grandchildren. Presumably everyone was mentally prepared to wear raincoats and water boots. Only I didn’t have these outfits, so my brothers found them for me. We have planned to find a gravel road that can be as close as possible to the cemetery to park. The wind increased and the rain became more dense. It was difficult to pull the door open on the windward side. Just after driving out of the village, a big willow with a diameter of about 40cm was blown off by the strong wind at a place more than one meter above the ground. It was full of land across the road and the car could not pass, several road workers saw the branches with saws. A younger brother got off the car and wanted to ask when he could remove the broken tree. I handed him an umbrella, but as soon as he opened the umbrella, it became a pole in a gust of wind, my younger brother threw the umbrella into the wind and rain disappointedly. It seems that this road can’t pass in a short time, so we have no choice but to choose another path. We parked our car in front of the last family in the north of the village, and the rest of the road would depend on us to trudge in the mud. Each of us carried up the supplies to commemorate our father and checked our own clothes. The umbrella couldn’t be beaten, and those without rain caps could only be beaten by the wind and rain. I took the lead and rushed into the wind and rain. In front of me was a dam of a 200-meter-long canal. The dam top was just over wide. We finally climbed the dam top of the canal by pushing and dragging, the dam top with a width of more than one foot has become a slippery spire at this time. Stepping down, the mud does not pass the foot surface. Even if there is no wind, the whole person will slip and fall down in the ditch if he is not careful, not to mention the strong wind. People can’t stand straight at all. They can only bend their waist and step on it one by one, and move forward slowly. For the dam of about 200, I walked for more than ten minutes and finally got a wider muddy road, which was full of water and silt. This is a section of Windward Road, which is also toward the air vent. There is no shelter in the distance, and the wind becomes bigger and bigger. A row of large poplars growing on one side of the canal, under the fierce swaying wind, made a sound of creaking and permeating people, and the dead branches blown off by the fierce wind swept on people, the pain was as painful as a whip, and the rain lashed on people’s faces as painful as a needle. Those who didn’t wear a rain cap had to put a plastic bag on their heads. My little sister was thin and weak, and she was blown straight by the wind and rain. Her tall nephew almost walked forward half hugging his mother. It was a more difficult road to walk on the dam of my father’s graveyard. To be precise, there was no road at all. In my impression, this river dam in childhood left us many wonderful childhood memories and stories. At that time, this wide river dam was full of dense shade. It was not when spring came. There were all kinds of potherb everywhere. Our favorite potherb, small head garlic and sheep horn, as long as you spend a little time, you will dig a full basket. After Xiaoman every year, here is also the place with the most birds and the most complete. We often put the clips in front of locust trees one by one, and use Lala crilla as bait, it would induce a bird called Humala to see the bait rushing down from the tree recklessly. That scene really excited us. When the locust flowers blossomed, this was also the place where we picked the locust flowers. Now, everything here has disappeared, and the wide river dam has long been dug away for money, only pieces abrupt’s tomb to, below as Cliff General, top distance Valley foot 6, 7 m distance, vertical steep steep. There is no tree on the abrupt top of the dam. Standing on the top of such a river dam, in such weather, it is like standing at the forefront of the wind. The wind on it is 10, and a gust of strong wind blows, I was nearly scraped to the bottom of the river. Fortunately, my brother pulled me. Finally we came to father’s graveyard. We were almost exhausted, so the elder brothers had to have a rest in a group. We could not stand alone. I began to pay tribute to my father. How to light the paper I brought? Thanks to our thoughtful thinking when we came here, we brought an old oil barrel and put the paper in it, which made us much better. The bucket was too small, so we couldn’t burn too much paper, so we formed a human wall to block the wind, and then stacked the paper together, with a wooden stick pressure on 1.1 point burning, not anxious, slightly a loosen that ship you paper scraping running. The younger brothers and sisters stood there motionless, letting the wind blow and the shower hit. The cold rain flowed into the neck, poured into the boots and soaked the clothes inside. The rice seedlings raised by the farmers in the farmland not far away were seen when a gust of wind blew up pieces of plastic cloth and flew into the sky, which was really horrible. The tears and rain that we missed father made our eyes blurred; The low dark clouds flew over our heads in a hurry, as if pouring out our sadness. The wind is howling and tears are flowing. We bow to our father deeply. We can’t shake our love, miss and loyalty to our father by letting the wind and rain go. The wind is the sorrow in our hearts, the sudden rain is the tears of our missing. Heaven is with us to pay tribute to our father’s soul. 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…

Nostalgia

The old house is really too old. In the center of the old house, a portrait of five milk was hung. Every day, the fifth master was alone, staring at the portrait in a daze. The narrow dirt road was as small as the hemp rope in Grandpa’s hand. I walked back and forth for many years, closing my eyes, and I would also go home along the dirt road. Nostalgia is the dried lotus pond in the village. There has been no swimming fish, no cheerful frogs, no faint fragrance of flowers. Homesickness is the endless story in the belly of the fifth master; Homesickness is the endless Clapper in the mouth of Uncle Gou WA; Homesickness is the familiar accent of villagers in the village who eat in the old trees; homesickness is the muddy road leading to the village, which will never bother you. The snow will disappear 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…

Chinese-

Which people are the happiest in China? Obviously, they were officials of all sizes and Hongding businessmen of state-owned enterprises. They are holding golden rice bowls, with the national financial support for food, clothing, housing and transportation, and gray income for them to have fun and enjoy. Over the past 30 years of China’s reform and opening up, overdraft resources, sacrifice environment and cheap labor force, and then catch up with the express train of economic globalization, have made profound changes in China’s social outlook and accumulated a large amount of wealth, it has also become the world’s second largest economy. China is also a country with high taxes and fees, with a variety of taxes and fees. Some scholars estimate that it accounts for more than 30% of the gross national product, among which, taxes are 18% and fees are 12%. However, the expenditure on people’s livelihood for social security, medical care and education only accounts for 15% of the fiscal revenue, while the achievements of reform and opening-up enjoyed by ordinary people are relatively low. Meanwhile, China is also a society with unfair distribution and unclear redistribution for the first time. State-owned enterprise executives pay year 100 multi-million, front-line staff year wages only 40 thousands or 50 thousands, is 30 times more. Different industry between workers’ income, and high year of thousands, low year 20 thousands or 30 thousands, a difference of four or five times. When the officials came back from overseas investigation, they required to be equal to the salaries of foreign officials, but they did not mention the fact that there was little difference between the salaries of other officials and workers, which was similar to the fact that China had a large population and hundreds of millions of people had never. In recent ten years, the wealth of Chinese society has been sharply divided, and it is increasingly concentrated in the hands of a few people. According to the national survey, the Gini system is 0.47, while the folk survey thinks that it has reached more than 0.6 and the international police line is 0.4. Therefore, some people say that about 10% people in China, it owns the wealth of about 90% people. China is also a country with centralized power and controlled by resource government. Private entrepreneurs have to rely on the government if they want to survive and develop. When the national situation is good, private enterprises follow the government and develop smoothly. Nowadays, with economic downturn, structural adjustment and overcapacity, many private enterprises are struggling on the line of life and death. Most of the young white class who provide technological products and engage in technological services in large and medium-sized cities become house slaves, struggling for survival and living under great pressure. Small business owners and stalls in third-and fourth-tier cities are busy and laborious every day. Due to the rising price of agricultural materials, the poor sale of grain and the declining income of farmers, many of them put aside the shortage and went out to work. Urban workers and migrant workers who are free from cities worry about finding jobs, unstable jobs and low incomes all the year round. The three new mountains of education, medical treatment and housing were too tight for them to breathe. Once a person is seriously ill or encounters a major accident, the families of these people at the bottom will be destitute as soon as possible. In sharp contrast with ordinary people, some corrupt officials not only have the superiority of the socialist system, but also enjoy the rich and wonderful material enjoyment brought by capitalism, and live a life of extravagance and extravagance. The social disparity between the rich and the poor, unfair distribution, class consolidation, numerous contradictions, separation of officials and people, difficult people’s livelihood and alienation of people have become obstacles for the country to build a harmonious society. At the beginning of the reform and opening up, Deng Xiaoping proposed that the reform included economic system and political system. And the relationship between the two is well elaborated: whether all our reforms can succeed ultimately depends on the political system reform. But over the past 30 years, we have only carried out the economic system reform, and the political system reform has basically remained unchanged. Now China is in danger of falling into the middle-income trap and powerful capitalism. The next step is to see whether the policy level can really cut a part of the cake of interest groups, spread it to the public and narrow the gap between the rich and the poor in the society. Knowing these situations makes it clear why it is difficult to leverage and make substantial progress in China’s political system reform for decades. Like (prose editor: dancing alone with rain) 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…

Purple

In such a morning, the sunshine is clear and cold. From the perspective of meteorology, it is early winter now. On the long street with heavy traffic, people were in a hurry. The sound of the car is noisy. This is the marketplace. It is life, real, fresh and warm. Walking alone, I suddenly felt lost. It seems that something has been lost, but in fact everything is still there. Ears can listen, eyes can see, heart can feel, and love can also love. I don’t know why I want to cry. There is a soft corner in the deepest part of the heart, which contains many beautiful things, such as youth, love and ideal, which have nothing to do with reality. I haven’t written poetry for a long time. Poetry is a gift of youth. When I feel that time flies, the feathers of poetry drift away, and Love Letters at the age of 20 are still there, however, poetry became the yellowish petals caught in the pages of the book. What a wonderful memory! I was like a child 20 years ago. [[I know it’s the same now, you say I’m just like I don’t grow up too much] in this early winter, I suddenly remembered that Ningxia. That summer, when you came back from the Army, every day became my holiday. There is a mountain five kilometers away from my home, which is full of purple flowers that I can’t call. On that day, you said you would take me to see flowers. You drove me by yourself, and I sat on the front beam of the bicycle, sticking to your face all the way. Pedestrians are rarely seen on the road far away, only the tall trees along the road and the vast wilderness on both sides of the road are seen. The slight wind blows, and the whole world is full of fragrance. At that time, there was no song [Ningxia]. Many years later, when I heard it, I remembered this day. Gentle, soothing, simple, after all, it is still beautiful. The mountain is so big that there are only two of us. We picked countless flowers, and finally we were so tired that we only had a hug. Many years later, I only remember that I cried, and so do now. I am used to expressing happiness with tears. When I came back, I still sat in the front, full of colorful and elegant purple flowers. That purple is the color of youth, love, beauty, mystery and slight sadness. Along that way, petals drifted, fragrance and sweetness spread all the way. Such happiness has nothing to do with money. I am sure that this is the happiest day in my life. That Ningxia, that day, that lavender day, those purple flowers. They covered the memories of my whole youth. I was so happy that I wanted to cry. I have never been to that mountain, and those purple flowers have already fallen into mud. I don’t know where to leave the fragrance. But in the deepest and deepest place in my heart, the silhouette of love is always there. In this early winter, walking alone on the busy street, I suddenly wanted to recall. Like (prose editor: indifferent) 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…