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The moon was bright and the night was deep. In the quiet night, I turned off the light, lit a candle and wrote down the word “pure land” under the dim light. I think there is no pure land in the noisy world. If there is, it will exist in my heart. No matter how ugly the world becomes, everyone should keep a piece of pure land in his heart. Even if it is small, it should exist. If there is no pure land in one’s heart, then his life was like falling into a cesspit. The society is like a big dye vat. Once people step in, they will be dyed with colorful colors. In the end, they may lose their original and truest colors, and many people will also become beyond recognition. Living in such a society, I think everyone will be polluted by dust more or less, and few people can get out of the silt without being dyed. Such a state is too high, and it is difficult for us ordinary people to do it, what we can do is to make our hearts as clean as possible, not polluted by the world, and leave a piece of pure land for our hearts, no matter how unsatisfactory the outside world is, but in the heart, people and things that are true, good and beautiful must exist and have expectations. Because as long as you live with hope, you will find that the sky is still bright and the sun is still bright. There is also a pure land in my heart, which is a place that has not been polluted, and neither has darkness nor evil arrived. No matter how the climate changes outside, there will always be four seasons like spring, beautiful mountains and rivers, birds and flowers. No matter how changeable people and things are outside, people there are still simple and kind, no matter how fake, ugly or evil everything is outside, there will always be truth, goodness and beauty. Whenever I am sad and lonely, I always close my eyes and look at it from afar. Then my mood will be much better. When I see it, I will feel that the world is still beautiful. It may be just a dream and my fantasy, but that is the paradise in my heart, which carries all my beauty and hope. I think as long as there is a pure land in my heart, people will not sink and get lost. I know that I will not realize my dream and will never live there. Nevertheless, I will guard it silently, guard the heaven in my heart. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

End

Recalling (essay) at the end of the year, the bell rang, the bell rang, and the bell rang. We had a really happy life……. Time flies so fast. Just after the happy Christmas, it is the end of the year of the Horse in 2014. The Bell of the new year in 2015 is about to ring! A few days ago, I had a party with our good voice teacher. Fang Shu, a literary writing enthusiast, was with me, discussing about writing. There was a heated discussion on literary writing. The young editor of the radio station program “serve you” asked each of our teachers who came to the party to say a few words before the New Year. The general content is: first, you like to sing that song best, and tell me the reason why you like it; Second, what you yearn for most in the new year; Third, how do you manage money with extra money. Because teacher Fang Shu and I exchanged literature appreciation and writing, it was not until the last time that the editor teacher of radio station interviewed us. Hehe, I said to the microphone: my favorite song is the theme song “Hero hymn” in the classic old movie “Heroes and children” in Golden Age. The wind and smoke rolling in, singing Heroes, listening to the green mountains on all sides, listening to the ears. The Thunder on the sunny day knocked on the Golden Drum, the sea was roaring for harmony, the people’s soldiers drove tigers and leopards, and they sacrificed themselves to keep peace. Why the battle flag is as beautiful as a picture, the blood of heroes has dyed it red, and why the Earth is always in spring, and the blood of heroes bloom flowers. …… Every time I sing this song, I will think of the golden age when I was young in the past; The age when I worshiped heroes. The heroic spirit of revolution inspires everyone in the motherland during the period of socialist construction. Especially those generation who grew up with Mao Zedong Thought and revolutionary heroism inspiring and inspiring “we are successors of communism” and the fearless spirit of revolutionary heroism, which has no selfishness and devoted itself to the country and the people. In the era when material life was scarce, human spirit was particularly valuable. Therefore, whenever I sing this hymn which praises heroes, I can’t help ringing out. Countless revolutionary heroes who were willing to make revolution and devoted themselves selflessly and fearlessly in the past. It is precisely because of this selfless and fearless heroic revolution that we can succeed and build a new China. It is really because of the encouragement of countless martyrs who are selfless and brave in devoting themselves to heroism, it enabled the first five-year plan to be overfulfilled in advance in the early days of the founding of the People’s Republic of China; It was precisely because of the encouragement of revolutionary heroism that the volunteer soldiers, with heroism, defeated the American invaders with the most sophisticated weapons and technologies in the world who were armed to teeth. In the 1960 s, on the desert desert, scientific and technological workers, soldiers and workers and technicians in factories, inspired by the revolutionary heroic spirit, overcame difficulties one by one and developed and exploded atomic bombs, hydrogen bombs, artificial satellites, exploration of new oil fields, 10,000-ton hydraulic presses, steam turbines, etc. have made brilliant achievements. Golden Age, golden age, was a time of worshiping heroes and sacrificing oneself to others, which was full of enthusiasm for socialist construction everywhere. Under the leadership of the organization, the cadres set an example and took the lead in setting an example. Ordinary people fought for honor and worked and studied for hero models regardless of remuneration and not afraid of hard work. Inspired by the heroic spirits of Qiu caikang, Xiang Xiuli, Wang Cheng, Yang Gensi, Lei Feng, Ouyang Hai, Wang Jie, Jiao Yulu, Wang Jinxi, ya Shijuan, etc. The social atmosphere is clear, and there is no age when pornography, gambling, corruption and corruption prevailed. I have experienced this era of worshiping heroes, inspiring my life and experiencing my spirit. The sludge is hot and not dyed, not to mention high wind and light, Just keep a normal heart. At that time, hippies in Western society, the Beatles spirit was empty, and decadent cultural trend prevailed. Although the technology was advanced and armed to teeth, in front of volunteer soldiers who worshiped heroes and were full of revolutionary spirit and ideals, the arrogant and domineering Western Allied forces failed, so they had to surrender to the peace treaty. Throughout today, the material is abundant, the ideological education of leading cadres is lacking, and the ideological spirit is becoming increasingly empty. From the perspective of money, we are corrupt, proud of shame, haggle over the interests of ourselves and interest groups, greedy for nature and work for ourselves, and selfish. We lose ourselves under material enjoyment, lost Humanity. The crags rose and bad habits became popular, especially bureaucrats and entertainment circles. What should we advocate? What kind of life should we praise? We should identify what is right and wrong? What kind of life values should we advocate and establish? Particularly important! People without souls, so-called people with material desire and animalization, live like a walking corpse. Lost the inspiration of heroism spirit; Lost the common concept of freedom and equality of human beings, forgot the martyrs; Forgot the heroes who fought and sacrificed for this, the era of material desire, it is bound to lead to moral corruption, animal overflowing, spiritual emptiness, high crime rate and decadence and degeneration of spiritual morality. The Hypocritical Oath when raising your hand was just a stepping stone to steal power, promote and make a fortune, and satisfy your own desires. Returning to the spirit of heroism, opposing corruption, extravagance and extravagance, and worshiping heroes are also the call of the new era. Establishing correct values of life has a long way to go. In the movie “Heroes and Sons”, Wang Cheng is selfless and fearless, and has the courage to devote himself to heroism. He sings Heroes, praises heroes, reveres heroes, learns heroes, worships heroes, selflessly and fearlessly, the heroic spirit of devotion is the best education and spiritual incentive mechanism for people to establish correct values of life. I think in the new year, I hope leaders can further fight against corruption and promote honesty, fight against corrupt elements in leading cadres without mercy, establish integrity and oppose hedonism; Oppose hardship behind, enjoyment before, selfishness, it may be just a dream to haggle over every ounce and make policies and plans for seeking the interests of individual small groups all the time, so as to truly increase the welfare for the people at the bottom of the society and narrow the income distribution gap. In the 2015 New Year, be happy, sheep are beautiful, let’s not be evil gray wolf. I sang to hero worship from the bottom of my heart: come back, come back, wandering in the revolutionary heroism ideology and spirit, we should be full of lofty sentiments, what is expected is the gradual return of ideals and heroism……. Published at 04:30 P.M., December 26, 2014, Longbai kuyuzhai, western Shanghai. 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…

Fleeting Time

A person, reunion with the long-lost music in the past. The music is always so exciting. Or lift a piece of tenderness, or a period of heart injury. I was tempted by my memory pouring like a waterfall, following the shadow of time, with music, crying silently and loving my heart quietly. I know that my emotions have always been so fragile. I like all sad music, sad but beautiful. The rain outside the window keeps falling down. The poems in the works are jumping in the rain under the notes. There are always too many unspeakable words walking between the lines and becoming memories in life. Time faded away all the past gradually. While lamenting the passing of time and the vicissitudes of life, I gradually understood that simplicity is happiness! Ordinary people will be happy. So let go of all the worries and burdens, let your heart be tolerant and broad, and learn to face everything in life calmly. I continue to feel in the music, continue to be intoxicated and carefully remove the floating dust in my heart, carefully dig out the loneliness in my heart and the pursuit of simplicity in my heart, and mature grows beautiful in silence, the Restless Heart gradually became peaceful in silence. Knowing each other and knowing each other is a kind of fate of life. It has nothing to do with the wind and moon, but a kind of spiritual agreement. Standing outside a certain distance, it conveys the most sincere blessings, no matter how the years change, always keep unchanged. I like to boil a cup of fragrant tea in a silent attitude, and taste life lightly in the faint tea fragrance. I don’t like to participate in anything, and I don’t want to know much. I am willing to hide in my own world silently, reading books, tasting tea and playing the piano. Write a few sentences if you have inspiration. There is no extravagant demand, it is good to be casual, and life is lazy, free, comfortable and quiet. Maybe plain is the true meaning of life, but I think occasionally a little sadness is also a kind of beauty in life. Just as I like the light orchid, I savored it carefully and found that the extraordinary Orchid will also immerse in the light sadness, which is a kind of elegant posture and a kind of tranquil mood far away from the secular world. It is also a kind of mature beauty! Only when you are mature can you understand sadness, and only when you are mature can you understand the warmth of feelings. Only when you are mature can you understand the most beautiful emotion and sex, can you have a quiet state of mind! Everyone is busy and has something to do. I seldom visit friends, and QQ hardly answers their questions. It is neither leaving nor boredom. Because of a lot of inconvenience! Peace of mind does not mean forgetting friends. True friendship is forever and pure. Friends are always in the heart of tranquility and elegance, not in the mouth. If you don’t understand, the time is moving, the days are passing day by day, and the title pages of the book are turning over the Sun and The Sun, and the flowers bloom and fall. How many beautiful scenery can make people feel excited and fascinated, and make people stay at last, but it is like a meteor, passing away in a flash, leaving only a beautiful trace on the gray of life. But it makes people enchanted, fragrant, strong, and real friends. It is like a warm song, which is either high, low, elegant, or wonderful true friends, it is mutual care, equality and mutual assistance, a tender feeling, a wish, an understanding, a selflessness, a nature, a concern to let each other return to nature, retrieve the value and meaning of life. Time passes through the boundless sky, taking away many of the truest and purest dreams. Facing the ups and downs given by life, I gradually became silent and speechless. I liked the quiet life and smiled calmly at the spring flowers and autumn moon. Alone, I always like to make a cup of light fragrant tea and get drunk. At that moment, it seems that time is stagnant, quietly letting the fragrance of tea sweep away the floating dust, therefore, my mood was washed in this tea, making myself more quiet and calm. I worked overtime on weekends and joined the world of mortals. I tried my best to do it. Whenever and wherever, I will be quiet in my own world, watching everything coming and going, and smiling calmly. Then close your eyes and play a piece of music you like, enjoying a unique comfort in the melody. Smart some purity that has nothing to do with the world, and silently bloom the quiet beauty belonging to oneself. Don’t be happy with things, don’t be sad with yourself, calm a state of mind, free and easy, a wisp of fragrance. 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…

Light up

Time unconsciously reincarnates in the season. Just like a glass of hourglass, whether you care about it or not, it will never stop moving forward. Suddenly, the season of falling leaves. Meditation, the traces of walking all the way, those shallow footprints behind, record the dribs and drabs of the fleeting time. Standing at the intersection of time, looking back at the past. Many people, many things, many desires and longings which were once full of flowers and branches, still flow slowly in the long river of time, and look back silently. Taking stock of every mood text, it more or less reveals slight melancholy and heaviness, as well as unreasonable melancholy and confusion. Life is full of too much unknown and helpless. Strive hard to become a sunflower family, try to smile at the sunshine, because the place where the sunshine starts is the paradise of dreams. The sky is still pure blue, and life is still light white. With dreams, I searched and wandered all the way on the journey of youth; I didn’t know whether to raise my head all the way, and the sky would light up, but I knew, if you keep lowering your head, you will never see the blue sky with your own eyes. I have always felt that many things are actually so hard to figure out. It seems that it has become a habit to walk down so quietly. Who is not a child who is easily injured. In those days when I grew up, there was always a trace in my heart. As the outline of time began to be complete, I never recovered. Some people and some things are deeply rooted in the heart. As long as the breeze blows, it will shake continuously. As time goes by, it is still difficult to erase that clarity. Walking forward with the bag of memory, occasionally, opening the memory, you will lose your eyes if you turn over the dust. The older you are, the easier it is to hide yourself. If you learn to say something insincere and dislike something, you have to force yourself to do something you feel meaningless. Listen to some people, telling some truths endlessly, we have to play our own role when we grow up. When we grow up, we grow up quietly. Every day, we continue our own necessity. You will laugh heartless and cry heartless. Growth is always accompanied by happiness and sadness. In the process of carving oneself slowly, many things were lost along with it. It was forever and could not be found again. The past is like smoke, and leaves are silent. Time is destroying something and shaping something. Gradually faded away those frivolous, those stupid. Become less concerned, quiet and indifferent. So quiet, watching the flowers bloom and fall, listening to the long flow of water, counting the four seasons of reincarnation. Recalling the past, I can smile calmly. What you have lost can only make yourself slightly moved. The color I like also changes from dark to light. I don’t like the gorgeous color, I like that kind of light feeling. A slight smile is like a breeze in summer and a ray of sunshine in winter, which makes people infatuated inadvertently. A little bit of flowers are very fresh; A little bit of sky is very high; A little bit of sorrow is very clear; A little bit of loneliness is very beautiful. Light. Xu Zhimo said: You remember it, you ‘d better forget it. Light. Xi Murong said: write 300 poems written in the sky with light clouds and breeze. Light. Shu Ting said: It seems to be separated forever, but it also depends on each other for life. Light. Lin Yutang said: If you go, I will not send you; If you come, no matter how hard it is, I will pick you up. Time is like a cup of still water, which is still deep and can still flow deep, while a mood has nothing to do with the wind and moon, and the water is gone. Many things seem to have their own arrangements. No matter how hard or how devout they are, they cannot change their tracks. After all, we are not angels. Only, put down, feel free. Life as distant as the sky is your expectation lost in the clouds. Your pursuit and belief can be found everywhere. Then give yourself a chance to forgive time and past. 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…

Listening

Time, like light and shadow flashing, fleeting years like water, years, and secretly alienated, flowers fall, full of dust listening to the wind! The flowing water listens to the wind, and tends to walk in the everlasting journey of life. The years are too short. The strangers of Qingping and SangYu are those that have not passed away yet. Leaving the world of mortals and holding the vicissitudes of love songs, I suddenly look back, the world of mortals has been one hundred years old. After a long journey, the journey was full of wind and rain, ignoring the fragrance of flowers and birds around him, and not knowing how to treasure the relieved path, which was still ahead. Luo is still far away from the pioneer. Without fragrance, I stopped my hurried steps, hoping that tranquility could help me sort out my complicated thoughts. Blowing Wind, Daze, look at the floating clouds, life can be as calm and calm as flowing clouds. The scenery in life has always been so peaceful, as long as the heart knows, knows to embrace a poetic flavor in the silence, and knows to listen to the tenderness of time in the three thousand wind and moon. The time of running water is like the profound and long song of Li in the Piccolo on the cow’s back. Coming to me leisurely, there is no intoxicating green in my heart! Listen to the wind, no fragrance is also popular. Listening to the wind, the flashing neon red, enchanting and colorful, dimmed the color of Starlight; The numerous traffic, like horses and dragons, covered the journey of footsteps. Used to coming and going in a hurry, leaving nothing. Shuttling back and forth among all kinds of people, I could not see any joys, sorrows and sorrows on my unfamiliar and familiar faces. I tired. The water of the waves is clear, you can wash my tassel; The water of the waves is turbid, you can wash my feet. Frankly speaking, I don’t have such a mind. Beauty jewelry princes are printed at the bottom of the sand. It’s just that I am the only one who wakes up all over the world. Only the wind can pass through thorns. Only the wind can listen to me telling the frustrated Lan Shan. Time flows through the fingers, coming from ancient times. Thousands of twists and turns; Countless times through turbulence and tranquility, incomplete and perfect. Listening to the wind singing; I saw the sea of clouds, singing and dancing, the spring and autumn wind Green River South Bank. Listening to the wind singing; I heard the first song of the rainstorm, the Lotus burst into anger, and the lute fell down. Listening to the wind singing; I smelt the fragrance of the people, the mist gurgling, the tea and wine in the country are all fragrant. Listening to wind; And touched the bixue yellow sand, armored cavalry, nine days Lingyun Chi. Listening to wind; I tasted the melancholy Chu, painting historical records, blood and tears Azolla along the way, through blossom flowers, seen slack birds homing. Looking at the prosperity of the road, I turned around and saw the most beautiful moments buried one by one in my memory. Pour a cup of tea, and only spell out the bitterness and bitterness in it, with a wisp of wind. In the wind, Flowers fly, and the Tung leaves float yellow as if falling down for thousands of years. As time went by, I gradually learned not to wait, to return to the wild goose without asking the flowing clouds, or to ask the long road ahead, where is the way back? Standing on the brow of the years, keeping the flowers blooming and falling in every season, putting all the feelings in the passing wind, and getting drunk into the fleeting years under the eyes. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) 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…

Continuation

Time is like a cruel invisible knife. No matter where you are, it will never look back and cherish. It passes by you and doesn’t understand your existence. It cuts off that short period of youth in an instant and will never come again. It gradually makes people shake and hold the aging posture, not so straight, not so fast. At that time, could you still see the beauty and sunshine of childhood in your mind? The meaning of that kind of natural life is really incomparable. It can transform that place overnight, or the fairy hill qiongge, or the Mirage. Time will not flow back. Such a fast process, apart from aging and sorrow, is more about the origin that makes people pay more attention to cherish life. It will also make a factor for the meager life. Time will not go back, but it can completely extend the fixed number of years in squeezing time, drilling time and using time reasonably. It is like prolonging life. The immortal spirit inherited by the world is the context. Just like the beloved Premier Zhou and the good premier of the people, he bowed to the essence, and the soul of his death was kept in the world forever, singing and praising for generations. And Jin Yong’s many classics, without exception, as generations aftertaste chewing read, never tire. We are still heading for the peak of brilliance in the journey of longing for Sunshine. No matter what kind of busy job we are doing, we will make it the best, the best and the best. When the elegance of the word “literature” made me confused in the world of beautiful literature, I followed the footprints of those predecessors devoutly, watched their excellent works and learned their appearance. However, I know very well that my literary qualification is shallow, and my horizon of writing is far from broad enough. The articles are not so catchy to read. Then I will only try my best to accumulate and improve it quickly. No matter to what extent, I will not give up my passion for literature. I can’t live without the words to satisfy my hunger and the moisture of the words spring. I can’t stop the recognition of myself bit by bit. If I can benefit others, I will smile peacefully. It is the passing time that makes me so excited. Even if I can’t catch up with the retention of time, I will let a new vein continue in the happiness of words. 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…

Hope snow

The wind is blowing, the wind is cold and dry, there is no vitality. I buried my neck deep into my collar, looking at the gray horizon in the distance with dry eyes, looking forward to a heavy snow, even if there were only a few small snowflakes, this winter is too dry, dry to let people breathe. One of my netizens said that snow-free winter is lonely. Yes, the snow-free winter is even the season of the world of mortals and the flood of dust. However, I think the winter with snow must be a romantic and vibrant winter. In the snowy days, walking in the White Park with the peek lover in hand, let the soft snowflakes fall gently on the shoulder. In the silent pine forest, I listened to the sound of the thin wind passing through the forest while stepping on the snow. In the evening, the light blue moonlight flows gently on the snow, which will make people have infinite beautiful imagination. In the distance, the white wool is loosened, and the silver waves rise and fall. If the white snow falls on the vast wilderness, it will turn into thousands of hectares of white jade. The glittering snow reflected a faint clear light under the sunshine. A rut on the white snow led to the smoke from the kitchen? a href=’ http://sanwenzx.com/plus/search.php?kwtype=0&keyword=+%C1%F4 ‘Target = ‘_blank’> miss it? br /> when it snows: the blooming snowflakes, dancing the amorous feelings in the wilderness, dancing the spring dreams in the woods in winter, dancing the thoughts under the ice, dancing people’s Holy yearning, snow is not hazy. Winter with snow is very romantic, and winter with snow is not lonely. I am looking forward to the next heavy snow, even if it is a strong wind and snow, to purify the world of mortals rolling and disorderly. I think only the thick snow can fill the world of mortals, only in this way can the chaotic world be cleaned, and only in this way can the pure snow freeze people’s happiness and never thaw. On this snow-free winter day, at dusk, I walked alone on the road, without any color on the empty street. The sound of wooden fish came from the temple in the distance, which made the world more indifferent. In the small bar, a few guesses came out to make this snow-free winter have a little vitality. The wooden model in the kitchen window of the store was still wearing a single coat with a book like a cicada’s wing. I didn’t know the change of seasons, which made people feel cold. The hoarse cries came from the distance, which made this snow-free winter more cold and lonely. The Spring Festival is coming, and occasionally I hear sparse firecrackers. One year has passed again. However, there is still no heavy snow in this winter. Because there is no snow, the taste of the year becomes very light, very light, only the red couplet on the door can give this snow-free Spring Festival a little atmosphere. The Spring Festival is coming, but winter has not gone far. Maybe the snow I am looking forward to will come in late winter, and early spring will leave deep footprints on the vast snow field. 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…

Uncle

Uncle gone. He left around 2 pm on January 20, 2005. Uncle’s son Haojun cried when he called and told me. Although he had already prepared for it, he couldn’t help telling me in a hoarse and choked voice at this time: brother, dad left, just at this time. Although I was prepared, I was still shocked by the sudden news. Five minutes ago, I talked to my colleagues in the office about going to the hospital to visit patients in the afternoon. Don’t want bad news and up came. At 02:28 P.M. the day before yesterday, Haojun called me. At that time, I was on the high-speed rail from Xinyu, Jiangxi province to Zhuji, Zhejiang province. I was sleepy and my mobile phone was in silent state. I missed answering the phone. After getting off the train and finishing other things, I remembered to call Haojun back and learned that Uncle Tang’s illness had worsened recently. I was afraid that it would be difficult to get through this time. I comfort Haojun a little. It is a rule to be born, old, sick and dead. When people die, who can jump off?! For children, the only thing to do is to put all kinds of filial piety first, and to be filial when you are alive. You have done your best to be filial. Unfortunately, Uncle Tang is still young. It was too late to tell his wife the unknown News. I intended to take my wife to the hospital to visit Uncle Tang this afternoon, but I didn’t want Uncle Tang to leave so quickly. Uncle has been suffering from incurable diseases for two years. Two years ago, it was found that intestinal cancer transferred to the liver. Haojun also choked when he told me. After three surgeries and countless chemotherapy in the past two years, I finally didn’t retain my life and went to other places regretfully. Aunt Tang said: one hour before Uncle Tang passed away, he asked his son the time in an extremely weak voice. Haojun told him that it was 01:10 noon, and he said to himself that the doctor would go to work soon. This is also the last sentence that Uncle Tang left in the world. This is the noon break for doctors and nurses. Uncle didn’t say anything else. He expressed his strongest hope for life, infinite tired love for the world and reluctance for his relatives at the last moment of his life in a special way of asking about time, even though he knew that he had reached the end of his life. Today’s medical technology can do nothing for every terminal patient, and he is weak; But with a doctor, I believe that life will always be guaranteed, so he is waiting for the doctor to go to work, waiting for the continuation of life. The doctor went to work on time, but Uncle Tang took a few breaths, and the ECG became a horizontal line. He left forever. Science is beautiful and moving, while reality is skinny and helpless. Uncle Tang has only been in this world for 65 years. Walk calmly, walk quickly, walk clearly. When Uncle Tang left, there was no pain. I don’t know whether he left with a little secret in his heart, but his thinking is clear. I believe that he must leave with regret. Now his life is rich and the enjoyment of life begins, but he leaves. After all, Uncle Tang only lived 65 years old and was still young. Indeed, it was too young. Changyi, the oldest neighbor in the village, was already 102 years old. I was 90 years old when I met Zhong fumu who I hadn’t met for 13 years at the entrance of the village, seeing that I called out my name at the first time, after I greeted her, she asked me jokingly how long I could live. I sincerely hope that she will live longer, but I dare not respectfully wish her a long life, for a 90-year-old man, the age of 100 doesn’t have much practical significance. I replied that he could live for at least another 30 years. The old lady laughed heartily and said that she would give me a good word. What a clear thinking, the old man is still pursuing time. It is beautiful to live. Uncle Tang is a farmer, a real farmer, a traditional farmer and an ordinary farmer. My uncle is a tiger in the zodiac. He is a relative of my four suits. Uncle doesn’t study much. I don’t know his highest education background. Don’t blame Uncle for not reading much. Although he was born in New China and grew up under the red flag, Uncle Tang lived in the countryside at that time, and food and clothing were still the first place. Uncle Tang’s father was my grandfather’s younger brother, who was thin and sick all his life, you cannot participate in the work of the production team with a full labor force (when the production team works for one day, you can get a work score of one job), and you can only enjoy the work reward of six or seven points to participate in the year-end bonus, usually at the end of a year, not only can’t get the bonus from the production team, but also owe the production team grain as overspending households (advance grain to the production team in the middle of the year), make up for production team dividends insufficient. Uncle stayed in his hometown all his life and almost never went out. In my memory, Uncle Tang only went to Shanghai as far as he could in his whole life, and it was the only time that he prepared to get married when he was young. There is an aunt’s family in Shanghai. Uncle’s aunt is my aunt. When I was alive, every time I went to Shanghai to visit old people, I often mentioned to me the hardship and hardship of Uncle’s childhood and his family’s life, sighing that uncle couldn’t get the chance to study, I am very concerned about the living status of my Uncle family in the countryside. After the implementation of the responsibility system for production in rural areas, the life became better day by day, which completely ended the poor life. Uncle Tang once served as the captain of the production team after the fixed production to households, leading a small rural group of more than a dozen households and dozens of people. The production captain can also be said to be an official, but this official level is the highest position that Uncle Tang has ever held in his life. In any case, Uncle Tang also had political experience, focusing on the production team and looking at the whole brigade; Uncle Tang also had macro thinking starting from the overall situation of the production team. Someone once said that he didn’t have the experience of being a rural production captain, but he couldn’t be a county magistrate. It seemed that Uncle Tang had the basic experience of being a good county magistrate, however, such a high position of county magistrate is far away from the uncle in the countryside and a castle in the air. Uncle wussy, basic and inoffensive. When the production team elects the captain, maybe it is this point that everyone elects him as the captain. However, the production captain at this time was different from the previous production captain who worked collectively and cooked in a big pot. He basically had no right to use it and had no chance of corruption, but he had sufferings to eat. I have been the production captain for several years, and I don’t know when I will retire. But I only know that there should be neither offending nor offending people during my several years in office. Uncle Tang suffered an accident before he got sick. I was not very clear before. When Uncle Tang’s bone ash came out of the hearth, I saw a metal shelf about five or six centimeters long and three or four centimeters wide in the bone ash, after asking Haojun, he learned that it was a dry loading and unloading work several years ago that he fell from a high place and hurt the lumbar spine. During the operation, he left it in his body as a shelf for fixing bones. It turned out that in the process of urbanization, the village which is located in the combination of urban and suburban areas changed from village to village, and farmers became residents. The former farmers had no farm work to do, and the uncle who was born as a farmer could not be idle, so I went to the surrounding factories to do temporary work, which could increase the income and spare time on the other hand; I didn’t want to do the loading and unloading work but it happened unexpectedly. Fortunately, it didn’t leave too much sequelae. But the fate was so bad that soon after the accidental injury was cured, Uncle Tang was diagnosed with a terminal illness again, which was seasonal and had been transferred to the liver. After two years of treatment and struggle, he finally died. Every life will encounter accidents. Uncle Tang’s life was extremely ordinary, ordinary and plain, and he was an ordinary member of ordinary farmers. Uncle Tang’s life came and continued the path of Chinese peasant houses, and his wife and son were born forever. When he came, he was naked, and when he went, the smoke was gone. Uncle Tang left, most Chinese farmers will continue this path, generation after generation. I would like to use this article to pay tribute to Uncle Tang who just died. Praise (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) on January 23, 2015 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”. 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Click

Suddenly I found that the click rate of prose online is higher than that of common websites. Often, after the article is approved, it has been found that there are more than hundreds of clicks. In terms of writing career, the click-through rate of posts that were managed and employed in a website in the past reached more than at the peak, while at the worst, there were more than click-through rates. But under normal circumstances, the click rate of posts that are not recommended or hired by management is between 100 and several hundred. The writer likes to be recognized by others, so the higher the click-through rate is, the incentive for the writer. Therefore, inspiration is like a spring, and essays come. If the article can be recommended at some time, it is a kind of recognition for the author, which makes the writer feel delighted and keep writing, and finally makes himself a cow specialized in writing. Maybe I once had such thoughts and experiences, so during a period of time, I kept writing all day long, anxious to turn everything in my heart into words, and anxious to write down all the things in the world. Then, when the prose is finished, write poems. When the poem cannot be written, write some small stories. Gradually, I feel that recommendation is not a big deal. Although the recommended posts have much more click-through rate than the unrecommended posts, after all, that is everyone’s point of view, posts that are not necessarily recommended are good articles. Then, in many recommended articles, the more I read, the more I could not read any smell. I just felt that the articles were empty, just like an ugly woman smeared the whole face with thick cosmetics. Since then, I have lost interest in the word recommendation, and then I write my own words and go my own way! I have seen articles written by Lu Xun, the ancestor of literature, as well as articles written by Bing Xin, the master of prose. After reading, I always feel that each of them has its own merits, and it is difficult to have an appropriate statement and comparison. But if we want to start from the aspect of scenery, then Bing Xin’s articles should be better than Lu Xun’s. But if starting from the pace of an era, Bing Xin’s articles seem to be not strong enough. Finally, you can only close the book and write your own, no matter how others write it. And then, some title parties came one after another. They often felt that the spring was very strong when reading the title, but when reading it, they didn’t know what to write. However, such posts often have thousands or even tens of thousands of clicks. So I began to feel ridiculous about the so-called click-through rate of my post, and even after seeing the full text of a recommended post, I realized that the post I was recommended was so worthless! Of course, it is good or bad to laugh it out of confusion and never ignore other people’s posts. It should be said that I was originally a person who liked studying, but I didn’t necessarily mean school affairs. Later, when I read too many books, I felt that everything was meaningless. In a literary world, almost all the expressions were not much worse, and the control of words only walked in a circle. Of course, there are also some famous articles. In fact, even if they are not copied after reading, they definitely belong to the category of adaptation. So if you continue reading such books, will you read yourself as a machine-like person? Once there was a small editor who was very strict, and many articles became waste paper after his hands. Looking at the articles he praised again, they were all suspected of the same method. So, in this regard, is the article a machine or an idea? After talking with a celebrity, he asked him how to evaluate a work? He said there were no regulations, depending on the works. Therefore, with his support, he took out several old works and prepared to become waste paper. Unexpectedly, these articles were waste paper in many people’s eyes, but they passed his examination. Therefore, I became more and more confused about what the article was. Even in the end, I even didn’t know how to write the article! 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. 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In Ann

Looking at the back of the past years, my life is like a fruit in late autumn or a morning glory creeping in the window bar, not confused by the sunshine, not standing by the autumn wind, let alone forget the promise to life for the fame and wealth in the secular world: stretch life in silence! Yes, for so many years, living quietly has already become the theme of my life. It is because of this that life is no longer the original life, and the soul is not swaying from outside yesterday. To be exact, life changes from a grass to a tree or the poetic and upward-stretching creeping flowers. For this reason, I would like to sincerely say to life, life and the years that are drifting away: quiet, really good! Yes, quietness is the cornerstone of life’s self-cultivation. If we leave this condition or step, then life and soul will certainly not have an epiphany. On the contrary, they will only flow into emptiness and loneliness. Whether a person’s life is mature or his belief is firm depends not on what he expresses or does, but on whether his soul and thought can live in harmony with himself in loneliness, can we calmly treat reality, fame and wealth, and ourselves in an impetuous environment. I always believe that the more quiet life is, the stronger its soul, thought and subjective consciousness are, and the more natural people like this are, the healthier and more vigorous their body and mind are. It is neither the behavior of a quiet person nor the posture of a quiet person. A quiet life is bound to be related to the literary fragrance, the cultivation of chest Qi and the cultivation of the will of life. Ms. Woolf, a stream-of-consciousness writer who wrote about owning her own room, got the gift of time because she had a quiet soul. No matter her life or works, she had extremely detached power! Of course, the achievement of the work also makes his life stretch freely! To be honest, for a writer and a person who is fond of reading, quietness is not a capital worth showing off at all, and it is a necessary cultivation and quality. If life leaves the minimum quality of quietness, the result will naturally be superficial and empty to oneself, while being light to others will be poisonous, and being heavy will certainly be misleading children. Apart from these two, should ordinary people have a quiet heart and a quiet spirit? The answer is yes. At least having quietness and embracing quietness will definitely make life more comfortable and confident. Of course, there will be hesitation and confusion that shouldn’t have happened. Far away, take me in reality as an example. Quietness not only stretches my life, but also adds a hope of autumn. I dare not say that hope must represent harvest, light or hope, but what I am sure is to live in a quiet atmosphere, and life is undoubtedly self-sufficient and self-happy, there is no doubt that I will grow up everyday with the peace of my soul. Just many years ago, I was still a baby who didn’t grow up. Wind and rain made me lost, hardship made me complain, suffering made me howl, and I couldn’t see clearly the needs of life and the road ahead, it was an unexpected rain that made me learn to be quiet. It was also an autumn afternoon that made my life calm and calm unprecedentedly. In a cup of afternoon tea, I watched the rain falling in the sky, counting the memories of the past, people and things, as well as the way the books I have read traveled, my soul bloomed in an instant. I couldn’t help sighing: what a quiet afternoon, life is stretching and flying freely here! Don’t you say that doing nothing makes you promising? Yes, the real achievement is based on inaction. For a whole afternoon or more, I let my life be surrounded by inaction, get along with loneliness, confront time, sing with soul, and sometimes even simply let nature take its course, leaving my life naked, forgetting beyond time, its effect makes life more peaceful and happy than the progress made by human beings. In short, quietness is the source of life’s soberness, and also the element of keeping the soul clean. Only when life tasted the sweetness of quietness can it know or comprehend the Wisdom left by the ancients. I am not extravagant and quiet can bring me material benefits, just like reading can give me a good job and a place to go. I only hope that quiet can bring a scenery that will never fade to my life, it’s OK to make my soul unwilling to fall when I encounter darkness. At least I have the power to struggle and fight, to win back the mood of enjoying myself in silence. With this mood, even if life is boring and tasteless, it also makes the soul bloom with elegant flowers, and the elegant flowers are enough to make the free space of life stretch. I know that I am talented, unsociable, and lack the qualification and potential to dream, so let me associate with nature, learn to be a grass and a tree in nature, and let the sunshine shine on me, let the rain and dew moisten me, let the aura of heaven and earth bathe me, and nurture my life to grow, which is also the creation of my life. If one day I turn into an empty Valley Orchid or a residual Lotus forgotten by summer swaying on the shoulder of the years, please don’t come close to me, let alone profane me, because my life needs quietness, the soul is stretched in silence, even Nirvana! 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…