过年

春节的又一名称叫过年,是中国最盛大、最热闹、最重要的古老传统节日。农历岁尾称为年,年的次日便是新春,是又一年的岁首,称为春节,合在一起我们更习惯地称之为过年,过大年。 说到过年,中国人未免有一种自豪由心而生,因为她是中国人所独有的节日,是中华民族文明的集中表现,历史悠久况味悠长。年之大承上启下,中国人习惯在年到来之前,抓紧时间完成当年的各项事务,无论是事业、工作或家庭事务,都要抓紧时间处理妥善安排停当,方可安安心心过大年。大年一过,人们就像惊蛰苏醒的虫子一样,从春节的小长假里脱胎换骨,以全新的面貌迎接新的春天,新的一年。 土生土长的东北人,对于粘豆包,杀猪菜,冰糖葫芦,冻豆腐,恐怕没有人不喜欢的吧?大冬天的,热气腾腾地吃上一口粘豆包,夹一口杀猪菜,咬一口冒汤儿的冻豆腐,别说东北人美不自禁,就连外地人也被感染得垂涎欲滴流连忘返。 小的时候,我们盼腊八,因为奶奶常说,过了腊八便是年。喝着腊八粥,舔着碗沿,瞄着挂历,想着过年,心里那个美呦! 接着,气温一天比一天低,可是我们心里的热情并没有消减,相反随着满街筒子渐渐红火的生意,越发显得高涨。穿着厚厚的娘亲亲手做的碎花棉袄棉裤,戴上棉手闷子,两只朝天辫子系着红头绳,连跑带颠地在巷子里穿行。 鞭炮摊子排着长龙,披着红衣卷着身子的小鞭,或折叠成小挂精致摆放,或卷成大的一个个圆状,之后按大小又摆成立体塔形,密密匝匝拔地而起,煞是好看;捆成捆的二踢脚,憨态可掬,集体卷起裤管,仿佛要奔赴一场盛宴之河;千娇百态的礼花各居一隅,好一副 腹盛诗书 气自华;钻天猴小地雷擦炮捏炮更是小巧玲珑,神通广大,直捣男孩子的目光,恐怕他们成天捂着的零花钱再也留不住了。女孩虽也喜欢鞭炮,但那不是她的最爱,漂亮的头饰,漂亮的衣服才是她们的最爱。她们围着首饰摊子(与其说是首饰,其实只是一些价格极尽便宜的饰品)一惊一乍地挑选着,摸着喜爱的饰品,一个发夹或一个项链,爱不释手,带上发髻、项上又放下,最后摸着兜里的几个钢镚还是悻悻地走开了,回到家里暗自使劲过年攒下压岁钱再买。唯独那漂亮的衣服还是要哄爸妈掏腰包。说来容易,还是要煞费一番苦心的。软磨硬泡,直到爸妈应下才肯罢休,之后便是痒痒地等待着,等待着腊月二十三之前的某一日,那个让人如愿以偿的时刻。现在想想不禁哑然失笑。那种在父母面前,刁蛮任性天真无邪的样子,被年轮勒紧的尺码捆在了那一刻,成为永不褪色的记忆。 小时候,我们盼小年。快到小年腊月二十三了,家家开始蒸豆包杀年猪,有的还做两个豆腐,三五升大豆侵泡磨成浆,调上卤水压成豆腐块,大豆腐冻豆腐过年的时候就管够吃了。腊月十六七,大概也该放寒假了,腋下夹着寒假作业本,肩上斜挎着书包,钻进大烟小气的房子,满屋子都是粘豆包的酸甜味道,热炕头上大缸小缸一大排,大盆小盆盛着黄色或白色也有褐色的面团,它们统统是粘面掺笨面合成的面团,在热炕头上自然发酵。红小豆胡熟了叉碎成馅泥,馅泥里放糖,把发好的粘面团做成剂子包成粘豆包,贴上蘇子叶,排满盖帘子,大小笼屉顶汽蒸熟,一屉一屉放凉,冻上,放在一个自制的茓子,把大量的粘豆包茓起来,等杀了猪,汇制了杀猪菜(酸菜,胡肉汤,五花片肉,冻豆腐)正腊月的主打吃食就这么宏大的有了着落。 还记得,我们在村外河套的冰面上玩够了,淘累了进下屋(厢房,通常是不烧火用来储藏粮食安放吃喝物的地方)就可以抓一个冻了的豆包大口大口啃起来,到酸菜缸或咸白菜缸挑顶嫩的白菜心儿拽下来,撕成宽粉状一条条的,再就上几瓣大个紫皮子蒜瓣,一冷一酸一辣交替吃起来,彼此唏嘘着,甭说有多过瘾了。那种味道,让我记忆犹新。每每回忆起来,口水会不禁流了出来。 小时候,我们盼过年。年到来之际,手头并不宽裕的爸妈,总是煞费思量地为家里孩子制备新衣服,即使是每人一件,也让他们费劲皱褶。大孩子小孩子搭配着裁剪,颜色也搭配一下,这样布料不浪费孩子都有新衣服穿。他们说,让孩子身上见见新,过年了嘛。还有一个原因,那就是以添新衣服这种形式,在孩子身上来寄托他们更殷切的希望,希望孩子都穿得暖暖的体体面面的,在新的一年,有一个新的基础和起点。而且年龄越小的孩子一定会在年夜时,得到母亲一个精心包裹的红包,里面是五元或十元的老头票,叫压岁钱。虽然面值不大,但在八十年代却也是不小的了。它承载着父母的愿望,寄托福运财运。不管我们现在拥有多少钱、黄金首饰,那儿时的红包又是多么珍贵的财富啊!它带着爸妈的体温,让我们久久沉浸在幸福之中。直到今天,我们依然喜欢以红包的形式在年夜上给孩子一个温暖的祝福,捎带也重温了我们儿时的幸福时刻。 小的时候,我们盼过年。一进腊月门子,爸妈就准备包括粘豆包在内的各种吃喝。小到炒瓜子,毛嗑、冬瓜籽、西咕噜籽、倭瓜籽、松子一一俱全;大到杀猪宰鸡、腌制咸肉豆腐,羊肉驴肉也制备下三两斤。紧接着盼着三大姑八大姨远近叔伯亲戚来串门,我们也跟着盼他们来。虽然他们来连吃带喝包揽了我们渴望到嘴的全部美食,但是我们也跟着饱了眼福,至少渴望已久的味蕾在残羹剩饭中得到了极大地慰藉。听着他们海阔天空地聊家常,我们忙不迭地往嘴里送着桌上剩下的美味,最后做着鬼脸逃之夭夭,去了河套。在溢上两岸的冰面上开心玩耍,直到太阳载西才鬼鬼祟祟地回到家里,偷看来了的客人是不是离开了。 小时候,我们盼过年。渴望年的那一天。在那一天里,我们真正长了一岁,向大人更靠近一步了,一种大了的荣耀感会让我们忘乎所以。在大人放弃了紧张劳作的那根线,悠闲地嗑着瓜子,打着扑克瞧着小牌的时候;在大人们不要求我们做作业,做家务,放任了我们自由的丫子在天地间疯野的时候。我们趁他们麻痹的松懈中,偷了家里哥哥姐姐的高跷,在草堂里绑了双腿,走来走去,摆着怪态,做上一回天马行空般的勇士。而后又偷偷还回了那高跷,顾自喜滋滋地偷着高兴 踩高跷走路,美得不成样子了。间或也有捅娄子的时候,摔了跤,或是弄坏了高跷。摔跤了,揉揉没大碍,就谢天谢地了,心里庆幸吧!要是摔坏了胯骨、腿,或弄坏了高跷,准是要挨打的。 过年,童年天堂一般的日子;儿时的天真无邪,美妙了岁月的痕迹,在记忆里轻轻展开 大一点的时候,寒假中最舒服的日子,要数正月的那两周了。气温在一点点回升,早晨可以睡到太阳晒屁股再起床,早饭两个粘豆包就着热气腾腾的杀猪菜;血肠排骨金灿灿的,也能挑挑拣拣地粘上一点蒜酱,美美地送进口里。太阳暖融融的,穿棉袄棉裤怕是热了。于是不再出去满山野跑了,索性拉上小伙伴,去谁家看电视。 西游记,看上一连就是好几集。孙悟空一个跟头十万八千里,除妖降魔;八戒憨态可掬,甚是搞笑;沙和尚五官端正,做事有板有眼,堪称徒弟之楷模;唯有唐僧菩萨心肠却受尽九九八十一难!师徒四人,承大唐之重任,去西天取真经,来匡扶大唐之江山。那电视剧中的大圣才是少年时的最爱,不光是他的神通广大,更多的是他给我们树立了勇于挑战百折不挠的精神吧!? 大一点的时候,总是跟婶婶或姐姐学了缝制口袋的手艺。那是一个由六片大小相等,颜色绝对可以不一样的正方形花布手工缝制成的六边形正方体,内装谷物七八分满的玩具,我们那时叫口袋,玩起来叫打口袋或踢口袋,现在叫丢沙包。那时没现在五花八门的玩具,打起口袋又蹦又跳的,很有热情,即使那时不怎么晓得锻炼身体的益处,却实实在在地体会到了出一身汗后,身体的轻松和矫捷。还有趁寒假还没结束,用废弃的麻绳或头一年秋天扒了埋在地下废弃了的地膜,(从土里掏出来还是新的韧性十足的料子)搓成细绳,用来跳皮筋。变着花样跳,于绳子间飞上飞下,身轻如燕,行走如飞。从日上三竿跳到炊烟袅袅才肯罢休。少年的梦是风光的梦,带着冲劲还有韧性。如今想起来,还有年的味道一并在心坎上。 再大一点的时候,我们盼过年。似乎有了预谋一般,在元旦期末考试前的日子,就蠢蠢欲动,三五个要好的时常挤在一起,筹划寒假的日子。寒假一到,书包一甩,一并去哪里河套滑冰,打冰尜,砸冰钻洞抓鱼;一并去哪里爬山撵山兔子;去冒白烟的北山上,满大石砬子中转悠找老鹰,掏老鹰蛋。老鹰大过年的,干什么去了呢?她也去备年货去了吗?呵呵,反正不在家,找找它们的窝看看有没有新下的蛋,说不定它们的窝和我们的家一样,暖和着呢,要不它们的孩子咋度过寒冷的冬天的啊!有人说女孩子太野长大了没人敢要,可那时偏偏喜欢变着花样地淘气。 但我也有文静的时候。滑冰时,两岸颤栗的蒿草、冬眠的灌木挂满了霜花,它们无疑成了我心中的神。形态各异的娇柔成就了我心中稚嫩的诗句,牵动着我幼稚的联想。对冰层中形态各异漂亮的冰花也会凝神久久,它们的精致与玲珑镌刻在冰层中,仿佛是自然界倾情的馈赠,如玉般温润纯洁无暇,存在于喧嚣和静静向前的节奏中,温良质感。在寂寞的大山里,偶尔会窜出一只小鸟,弹落荆棘上的雪花,或小北风微微一吹,吹落树枝上还没来不及融化的积雪,也会令我欢喜,欣欣然一阵子。年少时的梦有些懵懂,有些蓬勃,让人念念不忘。 再大一点的时候,我们盼过年。正月雨水过后,洋气上转,顺河看那杨柳。鹅黄色的柳条丝绦一样开始窈窕起来,嗅着春的气息,觉得阳光洒满河岸。春寒料峭的时节,犹如人清纯的年龄,热切得让人心生激动和担忧,骨子里溢满青春的骚动,这种骚动诗一样的青涩还有不羁。 因为过年,年少的我们,可以和大人享受一年难得休憩的时日,大人不给我们派活,不要求我们做作业,也不给我们界定活动范围,这就成就了我们年少时的梦。想想没有游乐场,没有游戏机,没有电脑,没有掌上电脑,坐在童年自制的冰车上顺河惯性而下,依然玩得不亦乐乎。大山、河道、冰川、甚至一座座柴火垛都成了我们玩耍的天堂,惬意的乐园,少年时的最美的乡野。 走出学校,是哪一年,现在已经记不清了。相继选择了并不能称之为称心的职业,辗转一个又一个可以给你带来希望收获和热情的工作岗位,又先后放弃,最终选择了自由职业,而一发不可收拾。其中的苦与乐,卑微与荣耀,却显得无足轻重。因为激情燃烧的岁月这一切显得格外葱茏。不与文字接触,提起笔来都有写不完的心里话,失落收获还有感想,与过年的味道糅合在一起,在心灵的味蕾里咀嚼。那时的自己仍不是家里的主力,仍有大量的时间供自己支配,那时已经清楚过年的真正意义了。年是农历十二月的最后一天,一年的结束,一年成绩的总结和收获的盘点。同时新的一年即将开始,上一年的成绩无论大小,收获是否丰厚,都将成为新的一年的奠基,以饱满的情绪来展望新的一年。 走出学校,那会儿朝气蓬勃,一张白纸一样炫目,人生还没铺开,对于自己的财运人气总是乐观。全世界的美丽绽放在眼前的那一刻,我们忘记了自己的渺小。急不可耐地成了其中的一个份子。在你眼里没有困难心计险恶,因为在你的心里有从书本学来的理念,爸妈言传身教的仁义礼智信,老师教诲的知识,你满腔热情地工作着。就像年夜顾自绽放的礼花,她的美丽与绚烂,其实和她身边的一切密不可分,而她并不觉得自身以外的任何烘托曾存在过。当经历了尽情的绽放后,落地的那一刹那,才发现自己的虚无和空洞,没有鞭炮震耳欲聋的功夫,绽开后满地落红的姿态,所有的峥嵘就在激情燃烧的一刹那烟飞灰散,因为并不饱满的韧性,虚夸了成熟的标榜,你开始沉默并隐忍。如同今年腊月并不景气的经济,望着过年的诱惑,在做最最耐心顽强地隐忍。 走出学校,意味着脱离了书本,脱离了被爸妈供养的位置,融入社会这个大家庭。厌恶读书,喜欢读书,字面上理解是两个对立的态度。但在某一个特定时期,会形成一个彻头彻尾的统一,也可能会悄悄转化。而这种统一或转化恰恰成就了人一生的走向。离开学校的那会儿,漫无边际地尝试各种零工,于有限的范围内勤勤恳恳地工作,而潜藏在骨子里的情趣爱好会由幼稚慢慢向理性转化。 社会是个大家庭,是一个由科技引领色彩斑斓光陆离奇的环境,充满了诱惑生机,迎合了我们的渴望还有无限的激情。朝气蓬勃的精气神逐渐延伸成气宇轩昂的气质。经历了没有呵护的单独谋生,何尝不是一次阅读?热了流汗,冷了搓手取暖,累了自然休憩,难了迎刃而上,我们厌恶读书,可我们必须来啃社会这本书籍;落泪了,喜悦了,回过头来,回到家里,回到久违的过年的气氛之中,感觉一切一切的都是如此亲切,亲切地不想长大,不想离开。可是一味地沉浸在喜欢的氛围里 读书 ,又怎能不被桎梏在有限的范围内夜郎自大?又怎能使自己插上智慧韧性的翅膀自由自在地飞翔呢? 过年,年年有,年假年年如期到来。当我们为柴米油盐奔波,为孩子上更好的学校,一天几十块钱的收入,让我们绞尽脑汁,饮风冒雨披星戴月,日子虽然忙碌却会让我们感到无限生机,驱使我们前往。那时朝阳是红灿灿的,晨露是亮晶晶的,风是南风潮润润的,路是伸展着的亮堂堂的,一切的一切让人感到惬意,充满了斗志。过年不那么急切地盼望,但会欢欣鼓舞地去庆贺,那不算长的几日休憩,让人依然充满活力,不是沉醉却乐在其中。 今天,窗外飘着鹅毛般的大雪。屋内温度二十几度,我们抱着抱枕,遥控着高清电视,敲打着电脑键盘,可以搜索一身喜欢的名牌网购买来穿在身上;听着悦耳的音乐,年味袅袅的鞭炮声,吃着反季水果,搜着网页或搓着麻将,嘴巴咧成瓢一样挑拣着饭菜,真的不好,好难看;开上私家车,菜市场逛一圈,除了鸡鸭鱼肉排骨肥肠还有炸肉段,想起来腻不可耐;青椒茄子西蓝花、萝卜白菜韭菜挤破袋子也装不下。这些蔬菜还是我们的最爱,在过年的日子里,其实它们是一直陪伴在我们左右的,它们陪伴了我们最平常的多少个日子啊!记得清吗?! 今天,窗外飘着鹅毛般的大雪。室内温度舒适,我们悠闲地看着电视,聊着手机QQ、微信陌陌。热气腾腾地美食给我们补养身体,在物质提高生活的同时,总不该嫌弃长久陪伴我们的一切吧。那浓浓的年味像一团暖流,我们应该珍藏在心间,也包括给予我们能量的一切精神食粮也要好好阅读珍藏眉宇。 2016年3月7日/晚秋 赞 (散文编辑:可儿) 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…

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The rapid development of the Internet is really rapid. In real life, the network is like a silent and invisible radio wave, which is everywhere. It is changing our traditional life mode at an amazing speed, fast, it serves our daily life conveniently. However, due to various reasons, I have not been able to keep up with the pace of the times and learn to master computer knowledge, let alone operate and use computers. Sometimes I think that I am already 50 years old, why should I learn that thing? Without computers for thousands of years, can’t people still live well? In fact, deep in my heart, I dare not learn computers because I am guilty and afraid of computers. People of our age didn’t even have textbooks when they went to school in those years. They just received re-education from the poor, the lower and the middle peasants all day long. Chinese pinyin is just like notes in the clouds and mountains, which is like a cloud of water and paste in my brain. The roots of five strokes are more like eels, grabbing one and running another. Therefore, I often sigh at the computer and feel timid when learning computer. I am envious and jealous every time I see young people playing with computers and hitting their fingers like flying and handy. When learning to write articles at the beginning, it often appears: either writing the wrong words or typing the wrong words. In short, in each article, you can always find a few wrong words or sentences with unsatisfactory words, don’t talk about writing skills. Through learning computers, I gradually understand that if we do anything in the world, we should not give up the opportunity to learn new knowledge and skills as long as we start from today, starting from now, it will never be too late, and there will always be time. As long as we work hard, we will gain something. Due to the ten years of the turmoil of the Cultural Revolution and the ten years of the influence of the theory of uselessness of knowledge, our generation has lost a lot of book knowledge that we should learn when we were young. After entering the prime of life, and because of the pressure of life from the top to the bottom, we work hard and wander around all day long for a living; Learning knowledge has become a deep sleep in our hearts, it has become a distant extravagant hope in real life. Now when we are getting old, our body and mind are relatively relaxed, so we should hurry up and make up for the lost knowledge and learn useful knowledge, when we leave this world one day, we will not lament or regret for wasting our time. 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…

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If you don’t take books, how can you feel angry? Panic very. You know, when waiting, even five minutes is like endless long. Besides, the time of this meeting has never been accurate. Sometimes, it takes two or three hours, but it can’t be finished. The leaders all seemed to like to speak very much. When they got the chance, they made a big speech, especially a fierce one, which seemed that the river opened the gate could not stop them. According to the country’s words, pull up the dustbasket and move around. An axe in the east and a hammer in the West, talking about mountains, clouds and fog, Heaven and Earth. Well, I don’t know what to say. The listener was even more confused and confused. But the subconsciousness became more and more sober, and the heart cried out with anxiety, one higher than one: it’s over! End! End! That bother me! That dry! However, at this time, the speaker was always in full swing, just like a running train, which was unstoppable. Why do they like talking so much! It seems that only in this way can they show their power and prestige; Only in this way can they show their own culture and level; And they also show that they are well-informed, talkative, eloquent and tactful; only then did he prove that he was not the rat and Sparrow present, but the Dragon and Tiger generation. It is also a kind of ability to speak, to speak and to speak more! Some leaders sneered at others secretly and said: there was a man speaking, and there was not a few words on the jujube seed plate. Spoke. When I said this, I looked disdainful and disdainful. What if you don’t have fun in such meetings? Do you want to be depressed and suffocated? I just read books, while my left and right neighbors are all playing mobile phones. Looking at the venue, there are quite a few people playing mobile phones secretly. By the way, our seats are fixed. On the back of the chair, our big names and surnames are written in red paper and yellow letters. Whoever doesn’t come can see clearly. Less than one time, a fine of 30. Everyone can do the same thing while having a meeting and doing something else. Not saying xin wu er yong? Yes, I still believe that it is a universal truth. The problem is that our meeting is too loose, only to feel scattered, sand, mung beans are a flood. In fact, the spirit and essence of the meeting will be nothing to say in more than ten to ten minutes to more than half an hour. However, in that case, it seems too incompetent and shameful. As a result, there were long and tedious documents one after another, talking nonsense, talking and noisy. Whatever they did, we just listened to each other. As a result, the effect of listening was good. Everyone grasped and understood the spiritual essence of the meeting. In fact, there is no knack, but this regular meeting has always been the same. It is nothing more than discipline rectification, shouting and urging big guys to do it, plus health, safety, fire prevention, anti-theft and so on, all sorts of things. Occasionally, I looked up at the rostrum, in a trance, I just felt that the clown who jumped on the beam were innocent and funny. My left and right neighbors were all holding smart phones on the big screen, while the left neighbor was a quiet girl. As soon as she sat down, she was immersed in the beautiful world of the mobile phone, as if she had no human beings. My neighbor is an old elder sister who just retired from a first-line teacher to a second-line teacher. Recently, she has already got a grandson. These days probably only her little grandson was in her eyes. There were about hundreds of photos of her grandson stored on the mobile phone. From the birth to the present two months old, she took photos almost every day, even always shoot. There are sleeping, bathing, yawning, crying, laughing, and even nursing, shit and peeing, which are all kinds of things and make people faint. It seemed that she didn’t know how many times she had enjoyed these photos. Now she came to this plenary meeting, mainly for us to see them. Before the meeting started, she stirred up a small whirlpool around herself, asking her friends to look at it and let her back seat look at it, Then she patted her front shoulder, with a satisfied smile and a brilliant smile on her face, and she was so happy to annotate and voice over others. Very not happy! Unfortunately, the time is too short! The team members came on stage and the meeting began. It was hard for her to suppress her joy and excitement. She ordered it by herself with her cellphone, and pulled it and pulled it again. She was not satisfied with it. She was impatient to ask others to share her happiness and sweetness. Looking for who? In the venue, the range should not be too large, so there are only left and right neighbors. She leaned towards her neighbor with her mobile phone in her hand. The two heads against their heads murmured for quite a while, and her loud laughter was clear. Then, stab me with my elbow, leaning over my body. In fact, I have seen many photos of her grandson, son and daughter-in-law for the past two months. But I had to be perfunctory, and I also wanted to be very excited and happy. I instinctively felt that I was like a float of double kidnapping, and on one side was the tough preaching of the leaders. Suddenly, with a loud sound, the eardrum seemed to be attacked by surprise, suddenly, the violent earthquake trembled for a while. On one side, she interfered from time to time: look at this one! My eyes have to drift away from my favorite books constantly. In fact, that one is just another review for me. Why do you like reading so much? I really envy you! She said faintly. Rather than praise, it is more about bitterness, and how could you keep up with the trend so confused. I have heard a comment like this: what era is it, who is still reading? One machine in hand, travel around the world! In their view, in this modern electronic information era, whoever reads books will be pedantic and outdated, as if cultural relics were unearthed. However, I still like books! I like the reality of the book and its touchability. I can write my thoughts and feelings in the blank space of the paper at any time. I can also draw circles in the book to mark the warning sentences that touch my heart. No matter how advanced the society is and how advanced the technology is, I doubt that paper media and paper books will neglect people’s sight. I finally closed the book. However, the meeting is not over yet. It seems that it will not be over for a while. But I can no longer read books. Society and group are just an invisible net, in which it is inevitably restricted and fettered by all aspects. Just like this, I have to go with the flow. When my colleagues asked me to see the photos, I could not refuse them, but also showed the enthusiasm of moths and flames; When the leaders asked me to have a meeting, I had to sit in my seat in a proper manner and show my devotion, listen to that too much nonsense with a respectful attitude. I was just like a flying worm falling into a spider’s web. A limited life time flows away empty, I only have heartache. I was stabbed softly by her again, look! This one is the most cut. Capture. Her soft words were on her ears, soft and flexible. I smiled like a flower …… my left neighbor sat there quietly, staring at the screen of the mobile phone with a charming smile …… you are the scenery in others’ lives! Suddenly, a voice in my heart sighed with emotion silently. I was excited, right? We are the scenery of each other. Some scenery gives people pleasure, some scenery gives people hope and comfort, and some scenery makes people refreshed. However, there are also some ugly scenes, which are unsightly. Let’s try our best to make a beautiful scenery! At the very least, do not hinder others. Alas, most of the time, people are helpless. Due to the situation, manpower and the weakness of human nature. The old Mr. Zheng Banqiao said well: it is hard to be confused. 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…

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When people reach a certain age, there is inevitably some nostalgia. Especially in our generation, when dealing with students every day, we can always find the shadow of yesterday from them. In a flash, I found that my youth had already faded away, forgetting that I was getting older day by day. When I met a senior high school student recently, I couldn’t help thinking of Tao Yuanming’s ancient poem, which was not coming again in the prime year and was hard to go into the morning again, which increasingly proved that my youth was no longer there and my youth faded away. On that day, if it hadn’t been introduced by Alvin, a fellow villager who worked in the same city, I couldn’t believe that the old man with gray hair, wrinkles on his face, slightly black skin and dull eyes in front of him, it turned out to be a Lin, a lively, young and handsome high school classmate with white skin and talking and laughing more than 40 years ago. Time is really a sharp sword of heartless. I didn’t expect to carve a young and sunny face into such a vicissitudes, which makes people unbearable. When old classmates meet, they are naturally very kind. In order to fulfill the friendship of the landlord, I took care of ARIN in a small restaurant and specially invited Arvin to accompany me. Arin grew me up to one year old. When I was in high school, he and Arwen were in class B and I were in class A. Although they were different from each other, Arin and I had a very good relationship. They often played together. At that time, there were 120 students in three classes of grade A, grade B and grade C in our senior high school, and they were the graduates who could endure hardship most during the Cultural Revolution. At that time, in order to respond to the call of Chairman Mao’s students to focus on learning and learn different things, they not only need to learn from workers and farmers, but also to learn from the army, which was organized by the school, eight-year-old students took them to the factory to pick bricks, and sometimes went to the production team to participate in labor, which made us too tired to stand up. Alin is taller than me. However, my body was relatively thin, and it was a little difficult to pick things. In order to help me finish the task, Alin always added more sizes and picked more, and then we went back to school together. After finishing two years of high school, because there was no college entrance examination at that time, they all went back to where they were. Those related to it were recruited into factories as workers, some went to the army, and some were recommended to go to college; Those who had no access had to stay in the countryside to build the Earth. At that time, because we were young, we were not afraid of suffering from hardship at all. What we were afraid of was that all the knowledge we learned from teachers was wasted. Fortunately, there were not many cultural people in the village where I worked. When I graduated from high school, I was employed as a private teacher by the central primary school of the commune. Since then, most high school students have never been in contact with each other. I know nothing about the situation of Alin after graduation, because most of our high school graduates came from rural areas and were far away from each other. I remember that in the year when I resumed the college entrance examination, I was admitted to a normal college in the province. I heard about Alin in the county. I also wanted to meet him at that time, but because of the long distance, then he gave up the opportunity to meet him, who knew that this separation would last for 40 years. Sitting in an elegant box in a small restaurant, looking at the old schoolmate’s old face, I opened the gate and asked about his past. After a few greetings, Alin told me that he was recruited as a worker by a state-owned factory when he graduated from high school. At that time, it was a factory envied by the whole family. The welfare was good and the salary was high, so many people couldn’t get in if they wanted to go in. In the early 1990 s, the factory gradually declined, and even the salary could not be paid. At this juncture, the wife of dregs couldn’t stand the torture of poverty. She threw an eight-year-old daughter to him and married a local cadre who was twenty years older than her. A year later, after being introduced, he got to know his present wife and gave birth to a daughter, living a very hard life. Later, State-run factory final due to insolvency bankruptcy, he unfortunately laid-off, slope others Drive Live, monthly for enough to earn 500 or 600 yuan money to support family size four. Three years ago, the car stopped, but in order to live, he had to face off. Under the care of the county labor department, he became a sanitation worker with a monthly salary of less than 800 yuan. Now that he has retired, he will help others to work as a short-time worker. This time he came to the city where I lived just to help him find a doorman through his classmate awen. Hearing Alin talking about these, he felt a little sad. In today’s world, it doesn’t matter without a job, because it is easy to find a job, but it is absolutely impossible to have no money. Although Alin had retired, it was supposed to be the time to enjoy the happiness of family, but in order to live, he had to keep running around for his life when he was old, and it was really hard to live. When we think of yesterday, our ideals, pursuits and ambitions are no longer there. It seems that in a twinkling of an eye, we have gradually grown old, and the rest is just memories. That romance, that persistence and that expectation have already become today’s dilemma, seeking a trace of comfort in the heart in melancholy and confusion. Shaohua fades, we are all getting old, youth is no longer, ideals are no longer, and lofty ambitions are no longer. Thinking of these, the song “Where Has Time Gone” suddenly echoed in my ears: I am old before I feel young, and I have given birth to my son and daughter all my life, and my mind is full of children crying and laughing. Where did time go? Your eyes were wasted before you had a good look at them. After half a life, only wrinkles on your face were left in a flash. Yes, life is like a blink of an eye. One day passes by, and another life passes. Perhaps, only when people reach this age, everything has been seen through. What kind of wealth and wealth, what kind of money and beauty, are all passing by. Only a strong body can belong to oneself. Right? Look at my classmate Alin. Although I have reached the age of flower, I still have to rush about life and fight against fate. In a flash, Shaohua faded away. We are no longer young, but what we have is a young heart, which can also benefit our future generations. In order to survive, we all have to live well, not for anything else, just for life. (WEN/Dongfang mu) Zan (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) snow elimination 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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Streamer

Who has ever said that life is a pure white open space, and lonely people wander repeatedly. On this piece of pure white, I cried and laughed, and understood the so-called truth in the world little by little. When life finally went away with flashy, I finally got peace. If, there has never been me in this world. Then, what regret, what sadness. Life is a stumbling twist, and death is a tranquil star. Return to dust, rain and dew. There is no longer me in this world, but I am everywhere. Live thankfully. We come from accident. Life is the most precious gift. Love the person you love, treat everything gently, and don’t feel resentful and sad because of misfortune. No matter how dangerous the future is, we should stand still with a smile. Because of love, we should not be afraid. Welcome all arrangements without any complaints or sorrow, calm down. Such a life will be proud and honorable. So I decided to refuse the mess and all sadness. Although, I shed tears. That’s because of too much deep love. I to remember. I will forget. I want to wake up in your dream in a frozen morning. We are all angels who miss the world. Everything is beautiful, I am in the center. When I look at the world with a simple heart, there will be no so many troubles in the world. It turns out that life can be simple and happy like a cup of coffee. Sound, flowing outside the sky, coming with the moon, carrying the lotus-like clouds dancing lightly. The rushing stream flows away, leaving a light and bright wisdom. The stream is beside the ears, touching the long lost love and the long lost sweetness. It turns out that I am a blue at the bottom of the valley, hiding all the beauty deeply, only giving this world such a cold blue, quiet, no sound, sleeping in loneliness for hundreds of millions of spring and autumn. In fact, what is needed is just a voice, a voice enough to wake me up. A faint memory cannot support a last heart. Fortunately, there was also the sound of flying in the dusk of childhood. However, the harder you think, the more you get nothing. Only then did I find that the sound of being trapped in the time is the most fascinating. Born, it was such an emotional sound. Romantic and touching words, which are shallow and circuitous in the bottom of my heart, seem to be touchless. It seems to be a kind of extravagant hope, a kind of illusion in ordinary life. Romantic, seems too far away. Too far. Romance may not be too far away. Romance may be just a grass sprouted in spring, a firefly flying all over the sky beside the water in summer night, and a silk scarf floating in the wind on the girl’s neck in late autumn, it’s just the white breath that children spit to the sky in winter. All plots can be attributed to romance. But my steps were too hurried, my eyes were too numb, and I missed it. So, learn to walk meticulously. Because, romance flashes, only in a flash. The past time was flashing bit by bit, thin and bright, dancing in the blue one after another, with a little gratitude and joy, a little confusion and melancholy. After a sound, a sound, all the songs were sung leisurely, as if there was no end, either slender or passionate. I still sang my own songs over and over again, in those days when the wind suddenly rose one by one. Light melancholy, shallow sentimental, everything is so long passing by inadvertently. Like a boat, a sail. With silence in the loneliness, the light passed away and drifted away at any time. The ancient rhythm came from the ears. The reeds were gray and the White Dew was Frost. The so-called Yiren thought that everything in the world was wise on the water side. Only we can’t understand all kinds of mysteries in the world. We are always worried and sad. When the World Turns from prosperity to peace, when the gray shadow of time stretches inch by inch on the wall, there is no need to cry. Even though everything seems calm and permanent, it is short and changeable in fact. The greatest happiness is that you can walk into the depth of every inch of time to experience the deepest touching. Don’t say this is the feeling of romantic flowers and snow moon, but I can’t turn a blind eye to beauty, I am indulged in it, with a smile on the corners of my mouth. In this way, it is life. Therefore, we often look at the gray and blue sky, thinking about all happiness without loneliness. We need to endure loneliness and see through desolation. Postscript: Alliswell. In the new semester, be tolerant and free. At the beginning of the two words, you will live up to your youth. 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. 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Moon

Do you still remember the bright moon last night? It was the Mid-Autumn Festival. I don’t think most of my friends living in the city would have a deep impression, because buildings built in recent years have sprung up like mushrooms, high-rise buildings rising from the ground everywhere even the morning sun stopped, so it was more difficult to see the rising autumn moon. It was a large and round mid-autumn moon. Milky yellow was rubbed into the silver white, with soft warm color, rising quietly, slowly and charming. When the moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival climbed to the top of dozens of floors, she was so tired that she looked pale and looked down at the World coldly. At this time, how many people are still playing with it as three people? I am afraid that only the golden bottle is empty for the moon? The bright moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world has hit many people’s hearts and resonated with them from ancient times till now. I have never seen the bright moon rising on the sea, but I have seen the bright moon hanging high on the sea. It was in the hot summer ten years ago in the bathing beach of Xianyu Bay in Dalian sea area, A full moon is like a jade plate embedded in the dark blue night sky with soft brilliance. Silver fragments are shining in the rugged waves on the sea. The backlit Moonlight draws the Dragon profile of the swimmer with silver silk, yuehua covers all things, and the natural and harmonious beauty can be seen at a glance. From the moon to the Mid-Autumn Festival, it is very bright, and this is not the Mid-Autumn Festival. If it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, how wonderful it is! With the theme of the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival, Su Shi’s song “water melody” has written down the mid-autumn festival in the world, which is a graceful and freehand brushwork Mid-Autumn Festival. While all the ordinary people in the world have their own mid-autumn festival complex, and what is my mid-autumn festival complex? The Mid-Autumn Festival in childhood was the bright moon, partners and moon cakes, and then the Mid-Autumn Festival was the bright moon, reunion and drinking. Now the Mid-Autumn Festival is the bright moon, missing and recalling. How many Mid-Autumn Festival rose from the precipitation in my memory. Although there was no nostalgia like Mr. Yu Guangzhong, there was an unfinished wish after all. In the mid-autumn festival a long time ago, the days had begun to improve and the mood was happy. Having already taken good care of the beautiful scenery in the park, he invited his father and sister who were a little closer to enjoy the moon together. It is the lake pavilion surrounded by water on three sides in Beiling Park, with antique buildings, carved beams and painted buildings, simple and elegant. Appreciating the moon here will add the feeling of thinking about the past. At that time, there were only a few visitors in the Park at dusk, and our relatives had gathered in my moon-watching pavilion before the night fell. We set up our own wine and delicacies and invited father to take a seat. My father, who had passed the year of flower armor, was very elegant. He drank, tasted and told us about the legend of goddess of the moon, the origin of moon cakes and the connotation of enjoying the Juan for thousands of miles. The moon was flashing silver behind the swaying shadow of the tree quietly, as if peeping at the warmth of our blood thicker than water. Yes, at this time, it is the cheer up of our family after suffering, and the spirit of uplifting in the condensed family affection. On every New Year’s Day, we have to gather together, talking about work, the world, life and mutual encouragement. This is especially true tonight. We toast to our father with gratitude. Father toast to encourage us with emotion for our excellence. Mellow wine and strong family affection tell us the unforgettable Mid-Autumn Festival. Suddenly, the autumn wind with cold passed by us, and the dim lake surface raised ripples layer by layer. Then there was a burst of cool wind stronger than a burst of cool wind. The Pavilion near the water itself was cool, and it was the wind that helped the water. The autumn wind, the autumn water flooding the autumn cold, this autumn cold swept our interest. Before the moon reflected the water, we stopped the kind words and put the unfinished elegance into our hearts and left in a hurry. On the way home, I planned that I would still come here to enjoy the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival next year, but I had to buy dozens of meters of plastic film to surround the pavilion in the middle of the lake, avoiding the dilemma of cold weather tonight, we must enjoy a mid-autumn festival. Everything in my destiny is out of control, but my plan of enjoying the moon next year has been stranded till now. The Mid-Autumn Festival has become an eternal regret when I have a picnic with my father to enjoy the moon. More than twenty years have passed quickly. I think there must be a lot of people going to the antique Moon Pavilion to enjoy the moon with wine. There is no embarrassment of high buildings, and there is romance of willow on the moon, the beauty of the Lake waves sifting the moon is full of the longing of the clear light to protect the Jade bar. 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…