Rain

At midnight, the rainstorm was still crazy, tearing the quiet night one by one, which made my heart unable to calm down any more. I opened the window and the black mixed rain came across me, my eyes were blocked by the dark night and dense rain. The small room was where I saw the whole world. My eyes met the burning candle: the candle was fluttering in the wind, crying constantly, and gradually consumed, isn’t life alive in the wind and rain like this?! Years are like water, time is in a hurry, and many past events rush in like Tides: Facing Qingli girls by the river, they dare not strike up a conversation with young people, turning into crazy chasing men for love; Many times they suddenly smile when facing strange things, after passing the shoulder, I looked back and stared at it for a long time; How many times I lowered my head and dodged in the face of hot eyes, fermented with time, and had endless aftertaste in my heart. No matter how deep the love is, it can’t stand the tossing of distance, and there will be a tired day; No matter how hard the love is, it will dilute the time, and meet each other like a stranger. The passion of youth has been obliterated after years of washing; The ambition of childhood, through the collision of reality, has become empty words. If life is just like the first acquaintance, if everything can come back, life is just a one-way journey without assumption. Looking at a flash of candlelight, looking back again: If I compare life to four seasons, I am standing at the end of autumn at this time, and the white frost quietly spreads over my head, no longer surging for a smile, I won’t fight crazily for The Unknown Ideal, but just stand in front of the tree and watch the flowers bloom and fall; Stand by the river and watch the streams running; Listen quietly to the cry of the baby from the mother, and hear the sad sound of life falling. Human nature is a thing in nature, and returning to nature is its rule. Everything in the world, as the Buddha said: happiness is empty, sadness is nothing, even the body buried deep will eventually turn into a pile of soil. The rain burst one after another, and my heart no longer struggled with the rain. I was willing to keep the silence of the fighting room. I was willing to accompany the dim light of the candle fire and take care of the world outside the window perfectly. I couldn’t rush out of the fiercer, bring your heart to the sun, no longer let the rain wet, put the dream under the moonlight, let the Moonlight bath, let the stars shine, give yourself a piece of elegance, give the heart a silence. Looking at the wall clock, it’s just zero. Press and hold the right key of life to refresh your life. But the raindrops outside the window hit the plantain, and the moaning of leaves came, which touched my calm heart again. Just like this plantain leaf, it withstood the craziness of rain tonight, we also need to face the violent sun in the future, the destruction of autumn frost, and the tearing of the North Wind on June 17th, 2015 like (prose editor: drops of ink hurt) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Winter

It has been several days since the beginning of winter, and the climate in the South is still warm and windy. Occasionally, a cold wind gets into the sweater. However, there was a lot of rain, which added some poetic flavor to the bleak winter. My friend sent them the scene of cedar in the north, which was covered with snow, branches standing and roots distinct, as if they were Enchanted snow towers by snow elves. It was particularly beautiful and could not help making people relaxed and happy. In fact, I don’t like winter the most. Because I am afraid of cold, I know that most women are afraid of cold, and I am no exception. Since I was a child, my hands and feet are cold as soon as winter comes, and even they are frozen, and I am not less guilty of cold winter. However, when I saw the snow scene in the north of my friend’s place, the box of my memory was opened immediately. Slowly open the room, it is a vast white world. Speaking of winter, the most touching thing is snow. I can’t say why, although it is still so cold, but she is so light, pure, white, always teach people to fall in love inexplicably, out of control, from then on, snow is like a pure woman, it falls into people’s hearts. Shanghai is a city without snow. I have been here for nearly two years and have never seen snow falling on the ground. Therefore, I don’t expect the coming of winter and have no surprise to expect. I can’t help thinking of the winter in my hometown, especially in my childhood. Maybe people living in the city can’t imagine such a picture. Winter in the countryside comes very early. Every family starts to prepare thick quilts, cotton-padded jackets and cotton-padded shoes early in the morning, although it is still sunny at noon, still can not cover the biting cold, breath into fog, repeatedly rubbing hands to keep warm. The sunshine seems to be short, and the countryside at night is especially beautiful. When the light was dim and quietly curled up in the warm bed, you could hear the sound of falling snow outside the window, which was powerful. Sometimes it was windy and windy, the branches were broken, and the wind blew, however, I stayed in a warm cabin, especially comfortable and at ease. Wake up early in the morning, the sunlight is very dazzling, open the door, a vast white world, fresh wind blows, suddenly feel refreshed. The long and narrow paths in the village were covered with snow, and the roofs of every household were also covered with snow. Rows of snowflakes were inlaid neatly on the branches, as if they were a fairy tale world. If you didn’t see it with your own eyes, you couldn’t imagine the joy in your heart at that moment. The gossams of thoughts began to float. I seemed to hear a deer cart stepping on the snow in the snow. Did you come to greet me? Snow White in my dream. Oh, no, maybe it was Santa Claus’s footsteps. He had come quietly, for fear of disturbing my beautiful dream. The memory of childhood is so beautiful that I don’t want to wake up. I wish I could stay in that dream forever. There was a piece of snow in the dream, and I wore a cape as a cloak, held an umbrella as a sword in my hand, rushed into the snow all over the sky to play swords and dance swords, which was a chivalrous female, play vividly at that moment. There is also the snowman standing alone in the snow, covered by thick snow, and then melted in the sunshine. Its smile has been deeply printed in my mind. [2] Winter Memories in rural areas should be the busiest in summer and autumn. Wheat, corn and peanuts should be harvested when they are ripe one after another. While winter is the most leisure time for farmers, but my grandmother is busy all the seasons. Xu was so busy that she always saw her busy with all kinds of things. In winter, what she was most busy with was making cotton-padded jackets, cotton-padded trousers and cotton-padded shoes for her children. When I was young, my hometown was self-sufficient. I grew cotton and made cotton-padded clothes by myself, which was much thicker and warmer than the cotton-padded jacket I bought. Although it looks a little fat to wear, even without so many patterns, it is the warmest symbol in our childhood. Often, when it was snowing outside, Grandma brought needlework and put the sole on line with snow-white light, so I watched. Made of cotton shoes, the soles bought by Grandma are very thick, in order to avoid being worn out, so each needle needs to be very hard, and each line needs two needles to be sewed firmly, grandma made cotton-padded shoes and cotton-padded clothes for the whole family, including children, grandchildren and even nephews, and we all had more than one pair. When it was sunny, I spread the straw mat in my own yard and spread out the quilt. Grandma started sewing the quilt again. I helped pull the quilt aside. Every year, Grandma’s eyesight gradually began to decline, I didn’t care about sewed anything, so I asked me to put a needle on her. I would put on a long thread for him and play with my own, in case she could not wear it after using it up soon. That was what I was willing to do for my grandma at that time. I often watched her busy, so I helped to do something within my power. Maybe I thought at that time, I was Grandma’s eyes. When it was sunny in winter, my grandma and I would rummage the whole family’s winter clothes, shoes and hats out of the cabinet and put them in the yard to dry, sterilize and eliminate the smell. After drying, we could wear them and prepare for the winter. I remember grandpa often told us at that time that we should shake and knock carefully before wearing clothes and shoes in winter to avoid insects inside. So we formed a habit that we must knock it upside down before wearing shoes to avoid something. There were too many fragments of memory in my childhood, which could not be pieced together to make a complete Prelude, but only a tiny bit of memory was enough for me to feel this point. It is so precious that I dare not forget it. Having followed grandma for so many years, I have learned nothing. She cooks, I am responsible for filling the fire and washing dishes, she is busy in farming, I am responsible for helping others and delivering things, she is responsible for making clothes, I am responsible for threading needles and leads, so that her omnipotent skills, I don’t know anything. At that time, I always thought my grandmother was my God and could rely on her. I felt very satisfied with her. After leaving home, I found myself a spoiled child by my grandmother, and I had no parents around me, without the careful care of Grandma, I began to miss those days at home more and more. The high school is in the county town, and it is about to live in the school. I can’t go home until Holidays. In winter, I have to buy thicker cotton-padded jackets and shoes, but it is not as warm as Grandma’s. Every winter, my hands and feet are still frozen, and I have Chilblain and swollen for a winter. Later, I was used to wearing the cotton shoes made by my grandmother and took them to school to wear them, feeling very warm. Until now, it was just that Grandma didn’t do it any more, because she didn’t have the strength to sew the thick sole. This year’s national day, I went home, and my aunt also came back to help with farm work. The shoes she wore were broken. Grandma saw them and said she would make them up. Aunt said no, don’t bother. Grandma insisted on getting needlework, still sewing with difficulty like many years ago, I stared blankly, just silent. [3] Winter Love someone said: a woman with cold hands was an Angel with broken wings in her last life. Because she broke her wings, she wanted to find an angel to warm herself. Once I firmly believed this sentence, because I believed that I was the Angel with broken wings and came to the world to find my own Angel. Angel, there will always be angels to love. Once upon a time, I was the woman who loved dreaming. In the cold winter day, dwelling in my own small world, under a faint light, I wrote a diary about love and beautiful fantasy. Maybe it’s just a fantasy. When I really face love, I fly away like a frightened bird. At that time, I went to college. It was winter. My classmate who had a crush on me for a year in senior three confessed. I panicked as if I had never prepared for love. Therefore, he rushed to my side from another city, knowing that I was extremely afraid of the cold, so he bought me warm gloves, hats and a big Velvet Doll, saying that he could hold it to keep warm when sleeping at night. When we went to sing and play, he always took photos for me behind me, knowing that I liked to take photos and leave a memorial. When one scenic spot came down, all of them were my photos, he was willing to be the person behind me, not appearing in the image of memory. From beginning to end, there was no lingering between us. Now think about the relationship at that time was really pure like snow, simple and pure. I just gave him an uncertain promise to have a try, and he treated me as a lover’s love and devoted himself to it. However, what is love after all? I can’t say it clearly until now. Sometimes I feel that I can’t afford to love, and sometimes I find that I have never understood love. The next year, it was still winter. He invited me out to play. We went to our alma mater in high school and talked about many memories of high school all the way. He told me that he had a crush on me at that time, but I have no idea. Walking like this, stepping on the snow falling on the homeland, my heart was full of emotion. Walking, walking, finally came to the end. Just like the memory of my alma mater, no matter how beautiful it was, it was the past. I clearly remembered that at that time, under the dim light of KTV, he wanted to hear me singing. After singing, he suddenly came over and said to me: Can I hug you? That hug was our first and only contact. Whenever I mention the word youth, I can’t help thinking of that young story. The youth story happened in winter, maybe he was just a memory, living in the coldest place in my heart, turning into a touch of warmth in the cold winter, melting my heart to become ice. That winter, that person, that time, I often thought: if we were together bravely at that time, what would be the ending? Maybe many things will not happen later, and I will not become as silent as now. But, everything is fixed. Fate comes and goes, it is fate after all, why do you never forget it? Now is the best. Winter has given me too many memories. If I count them one by one, it must be a Qing Ye epic. Most of the stories that happened in winter ended with tragedies. It was a pity that I could not hear sad stories any more in the following winter. If destined, winter can also be warm. Certain can. Winter is coming, and spring is not far away. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Spring snow

When I got up in the morning and looked out of the window, I saw the snow outside was confused. The wind seemed to be afraid of disturbing the sound dream of spring snow. I didn’t know where to run and left the snow elves playing as they wished. Snowflakes are spreading in the air with ease and joy, just like the magnolia flowers scattered by the Fairy, which seems to smell the fragrance, and also like the groups of white butterflies flying by God, dancing lightly with their wings spread. He also flew to the window lattice from time to time and threw himself onto the window glass. It seemed that he wanted to fly into the house through the glass to give me a warm kiss in front of the window, and also seemed that he wanted to pull me out of the window to dance all over. Simply open the window, let the heart fly out lightly and embrace the snowflakes the snowflakes are still lingering, for a while thick, for a while faint, for a while narrowed, for a while enlarged, for a while dancing up and down, for a while shuttling back and forth, with its thousands of postures on the stage of the huge world, we performed an unprecedented Grand and wonderful program with passion. In recent years, the snow in the north, to be exact, is less and less in southern Liaoning. Looking forward and looking forward to the winter, looking and looking, it also lightly sprinkled a few light snow, the snow floated away, leaving disappointment and loneliness to the small town people who were looking forward to the heavy snow. It seemed that in order to compensate, it had snowed several times this winter. Although it was not too big, it also comforted people’s expecting eyes. However, today’s grand spring snow is enough to make people forget about it. I love snow all my life. Whenever it snows, my heart will be jubilant, standing in front of the window, staring at it for a long time. Spring snow is silent, but it is extremely beautiful. Wherever it goes, it is white, poetic and blooming. It dyed all objects with its magical plain white, white mountains, cliffs, trees and corners, making the world completely white and crystal. Wherever it went, it was all wrapped in silver. Trees, clumps of withered grass, hedges, iron branches one by one, are all fresh and ingeniously changed into Jade bodies because of them. Jade branches stretch everywhere, and flowers bloom everywhere. Snowflakes are also flowers, which are wonderful flowers in flowers, falling petals one after another, blending into spring mud to protect flowers. It came quietly and went quietly. Although it was short, it was extremely beautiful. After it dressed up the mountains and rivers, it turned luxuriously and melted into nectar and jade liquid, moistening every inch of land, laying a good foundation for the recovery and cultivation of spring. Last year, there was almost no rain from spring to summer, which caused a drought in Liaoning, especially in the mother-in-law’s place. Because of living at the foot of the mountain, the terrain was high, and the food had to be transported from other places, the lingering fear of being afraid of drought still lingers in the hearts of family members. My mother-in-law and I have the same heart. If they are worried, I will be worried. If they are happy, I will be happy. There is no doubt that the spring snow, which is as expensive as oil, will definitely relieve the worries and shadows left in the hearts of people at home. I believe that at this time, they will be the same as me. They only have different methods of greeting snow, Appreciating snow and praising snow. I love snow all my life. Every time the heavy snow fell, I was ecstatic, took the camera, invited my friends, walked into the Qionglin of Yushan Mountain in cold, climbed the rock and climbed the wall, and took beautiful scenery …… meditation, if possible, I really want to turn the scenery wrapped in silver into eternity; If possible, I really want to turn it into a glittering snowflake, and give myself the essence of both soul and body; If possible, I really want to coexist with snowflake, give your tiny and persistent love to the land under your feet silently; If possible, I would rather give up all the world of mortals, chase the spotless plain white, wash away all the flowers, and embrace spring snow calmly, even if you don’t wake up for thousands of years, praise (prose editor: Ink drops into wounds) 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…